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  • FRANCOISE AND I TEST THE LIMITS OF SEXUAL PLEASURE.

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    On my first date with Francoise many years ago I learnt she was super confident, very articulate and possessed with strong preferences, even down to the type of wine she liked and where it was grown.

    Three years younger than me at forty-two, she was a demure though very attractive size 8-10, honey blond with a distinctive bobbed hair-do, with a trim, taut body and I could see she had a very impressive well formed ass under her tight skirt.

    “I am French and bilingual, though I have lived here for many years. I work as a psychologist and I like being licked and teased. And I am multi-orgasmic.”

    “I love an articulate lady who can define her tastes and preferences,” I smiled.

    I was tempted to ask if she was bisexual but left that for perhaps another day.

    Before we had sex for the first time I told her that day over lunch I had been thinking about her in the shower that morning.

    “And it was very good masturbating while I was fantasizing about you. Very, very good.”

    “Was it now, glad you enjoyed it, was I helpful?” she teased as the look on her face and broad smile suggested her sexual mores might be well outside the conventional box.

    Later that afternoon as we petted like teenagers on the couch she told me she wasn’t ready to have sex with me yet.

    “I need to get to know you better first.”

    Undeterred I undid her blouse, no bra, smallish tits but very erect nipples.

    As I licked them with the tip of my tongue, then the gap in between Francoise was moaning with absolute pleasure.

    The very next day she was stark naked with her legs over my shoulders moaning in ecstasy as I was learning just how much she liked being licked and teased as I licked along her very wet cunt lips.

    Then a little later, “I told you I like being licked and teased. Especially sitting on my man’s face with his tongue on my clit. And with his hands cupping my ass. And manipulating my ass so his tongue is sliding along my cunt.”

    I was learning very quickly she was multi-orgasmic, very seriously multi-orgasmic with many, many erogenous zones.

    “Tease me, make it last, tease me, love the way you are licking me, love it.

    “I am to pleasure and be pleasured.

    “One more orgasm and you can fuck me, make it really good for me.”

    And what a sensational first fuck it was as she implored me over and over, “Fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt.”

    As our relationship developed I tried many things to pleasure her.

    I went through a number of stages in shaving her pubes every week. Firstly just a trim. Then a Mohawk with a long thin strip. Then a Brazilian, all of which she enjoyed receiving.

    After a few weeks she returned the favor by shaving my pubic area completely bald. Wonderful foreplay, my cock was flaccid when she commenced and rock hard by the time she finished and we fucked every which way.

    “That is fucking magic, very special, love it,” she groaned when I inserted a vibrator in her while licking her clit for the first time.

    After a few weeks I was beginning to wonder if oral sex with Francoise was a one-way thing, as I had never received a blow job.

    Then one lazy Sunday afternoon after we had a spa together and were naked drying each other off she asked me to hold her hands while I stood in front of a wall length mirror as she sat on a chair.

    “You know what I am going to do to you, don’t you?

    “You should have asked and I would have given you a blow job long ago.”

    The only contact we have is holding hands and the tip of her tongue on my now very erect cock.

    “You are well hung, anyone ever tell you that? And very thick.

    “I like to think I am good at this, very good in fact,” she gloats as she licks and kisses the sides of my cock, while still holding my hands. Then the underside as she releases one hand and scratches my balls.

    Her technique is incredibly good and very teasing as she uses her tongue and lips in combination. I can feel a really good orgasm building, very slowly, this is too good to rush.

    “That is fucking magic baby, you are so good, so fucking good,” I moan as she stands up and tongue kisses me.

    “I can stop if you want me to. Or I can show you how really good I am at this. Tell me which you want?”

    Without saying a word I sit her down again and direct her head and mouth to my throbbing erection.

    I watch and marvel at her technique as she rubs her thumb and middle finger along my cock while she is sucking and licking just the tip of it.

    Ever so slowly she has me up to the brink of orgasm. Then she increases the pressure with thumb and middle finger and sucks very hard.

    “That was exquisite baby, absolutely exquisite,” I mutter as I watch her swallow with a smug smile.

    As our relationship developed further I learnt that Francoise enjoys blindfolds, handcuffs, fitting my cock ring for me, silk scarves, silk gloves, mutual kegel exercises, teasing me with nothing under her mink coat, using a vacuum pump on me (it has a scale on it in inches and centimeters, eight and half inches was her benchmark for me), French ticklers, vibrators, my massage table, being tied up, some mild BDSM, telephone sex, sixty-nines (soixante-neuf), cross dressing and not least wild sex in the back of a stretch limo cruising downtown while we could see out but people couldn’t see in.

    On one occasion after I had pleasured her she started tongue kissing me and asked me to masturbate for her.

    “You told me you masturbated in the shower fantasizing about me. Do it for me now, I want to watch, don’t hold back.”

    “Love you tongue kissing me baby while you watch me masturbate, I am stimulated at both ends. Your tongue is magic.

    “I’m getting close baby, very close.”

    “I know, I can tell. Want me to finish you off with my hand?”

    I place my hand lightly on hers and enjoy her very heavy milking motion on my cock while she is still tongue kissing me.

    “Watch me cum, watch,” I groan in absolute ecstasy as she smiles, very pleased with herself.

    “Your birthday next week baby, what would you like me to give you?”

    “Something that won’t cost you anything and something that will give me lots of pleasure, and something that I think will give you pleasure while you are pleasing me.”

    “That’s all a bit cryptic, please explain.”

    “A golden shower with all the bells and whistles.”

    “Wow, I like a challenge, so I shall. Let’s say two on Sunday.”

    At one-thirty Sunday Francois is slightly agitated as I watch her drinking large amounts of water.

    “I haven’t quite worked out how I am going to deliver your golden shower, though I am looking forward to it. Any suggestions?”

    “I can lay on my back in the sauna room, then you can kneel over me, with your hands on your hips and your cunt just above my cock, then a long and slow release.”

    “Before you do I will shave you as I do every Sunday.”

    “The way you shave me is wonderful foreplay. That shaving cream feels and smells good. And the way you apply it with your fingers is rather nice, especially with a full bladder.

    “And the feel of the razor in your hand on the sides of my cunt as you leave me with a just a thin pubic strip has me rather excited.”

    As I wash her off with the hand held shower-head I turn it to a very fine needle spray and direct it up and down her cunt lips.

    Francois face is very tense as she is obviously enjoying the sensation.

    I watch her squat over me with her hands on her hips as she holds my gaze while teasing her cunt lips with one finger, a look of carnal pleasure on her face.

    “Count to five for me baby and enjoy, I love to please my man and I have a very full bladder just for you. Lets see if this gives you an erection for me, you already have three-quarters of one.

    “One, two, three, four, I have been hanging out and wanting to watch you do this for days, are you ready? Five.”

    “Happy birthday baby, I love to please.”

    I watch fascinated as she starts squirting very slowly over my cock as it becomes rock hard almost instantly from the sensation of her warm, colored fluid and naked body.

    “Happy birthday baby, I love to please, did you enjoy that?” she tells me after what seemed like a continual stream for three or four minutes as she washes me with the shower head.

    “You have a really good erection now. Masturbate for me while I use my vibrator. Let’s see who can hold out the longest.”

    Watching Francois pleasure herself with the vibrator is very exciting as she teases the full length of her cunt lips with it, then slowly inserts it into her cunt.

    Often when I am licking Francoise to orgasm I tease her by telling her there is another man watching.

    “He has the biggest cock you have ever seen and he wants you to suck it for him.”

    “That’s one of my long held fantasies, a second man. I would really enjoy that.”

    “Your birthday in a few weeks baby. Would you like me to organize another man for your pleasure?”

    “Why not? As long as he is around thirty, a visual turn on for me, and well hung.

    “If I make it happen can I watch? I have just the man in mind for you, or maybe us. Raf and I used to go to the same gym. He used to love flaunting himself.”

    “Would you really like to watch?” she teases.

    “You have waited a long time for this baby,” I tell Francoise on the day. “Another man is going to give you your long-time fantasy. You can suck his huge cock while I watch after he licks you to orgasm.”

    When Raf arrives Francoise is standing in front of a large mirror, with beautiful, relaxing choral music playing.

    She is standing very confidently with her legs apart, naked except for high heels, a crotch-less almost non-existent g-string and her favorite perfume with her hands on her hips.

    “Hello Raf, I am to pleasure and be pleasured. Are you excited to meet me?” Francoise teases as she helps him undress very quickly.

    Loafers, shirt and trousers, no underwear and his already erect cock is even bigger than I remember.

    He obviously is excited to meet Francoise as she smiles, “Love your cock, magnificent.

    “And I love your ass, can I kiss and lick it?”

    Almost instantly he is kneeling behind her with his hands on her hips while he kisses and licks her ass cheeks.

    Francoise’ high heels and g-string accentuate her ass cheeks as he alternates from one side to the other.

    “I find that very exciting, watching another man kiss your ass baby. I am envious, When I first met you I was attracted by your gorgeous ass.

    “I made a pact to myself that I would kiss it after I had you for the first time. And I did! Now I am watching another man kiss your ass as fore-play.”

    Raf takes his hands off her hips, the only contact he has now is his lips and tongue on her ass.

    “Kiss me while he is licking my ass baby,” Sarah tells me as I readily comply and we passionately tongue kiss.

    “I want to bring you to orgasm while I lick and kiss your ass. Would you like that Francoise?,” Raf asks.

    He moves one arm between her legs, and I watch as he teases her vagina with the tip of one finger while he keeps licking and kissing her ass cheeks.

    “Like that Francoise? I can stop if you want me to. You are very accommodating and very wet on my finger. I want to make your body sing.”

    To tease Francoise he stops. Instead he teases her nipples with the tips of two fingers while still kissing her ass.

    I watch as her nipples react immediately.

    “Which do you prefer,” Raf asks rhetorically as he teases her nipples with one finger and teases her clit from the front with the other hand, while still licking and kissing her ass cheeks

    “I am very turned on watching another man pleasure you baby. Watching Raf kissing and licking your gorgeous ass cheeks has given me a roaring erection.”

    “I want to bite your ass cheeks, I am your pleasure machine Francoise,” Raf mutters as he looks up and sees me naked toying with my erection.

    I fantasize what Raf might do with it for my pleasure with Francoise watching.

    But first I want him to pleasure Francoise, take her over the edge.

    Now he is teasing the full length of her cunt lips with one finger. Teasing, teasing, ever so slowly in sync with the music

    “Your man told me you like being teased. Is this what you had in mind? Is this what you meant?” he asks in between kissing and licking her ass cheeks.

    Francoise breathing is getting heavier.

    “I can feel you tensing. I want to bite your ass,” Raf tells Francoise. “Hard enough to leave an impression and heighten your orgasm. Anything to give you special pleasure and receive it back in turn.”

    The music is moving to a crescendo and so is Francoise as I watch Raf bite her ass hard enough for Francoise to groan, “Wow that hurts, but I like it.

    “You are a brilliant performer Raf, fucking brilliant,” Francoise is almost screaming as he has her laying at forty-five degrees on the couch, lifting her with his hands under her ass as he teases and licks her cunt lips and clit with his tongue.

    I can sense and feel the sexual tension and expectation from both of them now as I watch him dig his fingernails into Francoise ass cheeks as she gasps and moans with pleasure.

    Her breathing is very heavy and her face contorted as she moans, shakes and shudders with a long orgasm.

    “My turn to please and pleasure you now Raf. I want to blow you while my man watches. Look at the way he is playing with his erection. Not as long as you but thicker,” she tells both men as she feels the weight of Raf’s cock in her hand.

    Raf is eying me very intently. “I always fantasized about you at the gym. I have always wanted to blow your cock, how about today?” he asks soto voice.

    Francoise is carefully positioning Raf in a chair so she can kneel in front of him and suck his throbbing erection.

    “This was your idea baby, so watch and enjoy my birthday present,” she smirks as she points his cock vertically with one hand as she licks his balls, then all along his cock.

    I am feeling a mixture of jealousy, envy, sexual pleasure and pure lust as my lady takes his hands so their only other contact is her lips on his cock.

    My cock is rock hard and begging for relief as I tease it with my finger tips, very turned on by watching Francoise blow a longer cock than mine.

    She takes just a one or two inches of his erection between her lips then teases by releasing and starting again.

    I am so turned on from teasing my cock while Raf licks Francoise that I start masturbating to bring relief.

    Francoise is so busy with Raf’s erection that she is unaware of what I am doing while I watch her increase her tempo on his erection.

    Raf has a huge smile on his face as he enjoys watching his erection slide in and out of Francoise lips. He is also watching me masturbate as he groans over and over, “So good, so fucking good, so good.”

    He beckons me over to him, “I want you now, right now,” so loudly that Francoise looks up in surprise as he has my balls in his hand and guides my erection between his lips.

    “Wow, awesome a real three-way,” Francoise murmurs, “This really is something special. You knew this would happen didn’t you?”

    “You love being licked Francois, you should try another woman, a woman understands those nuances that a man ever could,” I tell her a few days later as she nears orgasm while I lick along her cunt lips.

    “I would love to watch another woman pleasure you. Lots of women would love to pleasure you.”

    In the afterglow of four orgasms on my tongue she is sitting on my cock while I sit in a chair cupping her glorious ass cheeks while we experience tantric sex and kiss with the tips of our tongues,

    Francoise confides in me, “You have asked me before if I am bisexual and I told you definitely not. Though when I watched those lesbian video clips with you I might just be tempted. Those blond porn stars were really getting off on each other and seducing each other. The way they tongue kissed for ages first while naked really got me interested. That was after you showed me clips of them with men. They were most definitely bisexual. And it made me wet.

    “You are stimulating the bi-curious in me, especially after I watched another man blow you. Do you have anyone in mind? What would be the scenario? Would you like to masturbate while you watch another woman pleasure me?

    “I would like to watch a dominating woman lick you, then she could sit on your face while you licked her.

    “I really am warming to the idea, it could be very exciting,” she smiles thirty minutes later as we orgasm together.

    A few weeks later we are in the honeymoon suite of five-star hotel. Mirror decoration on all the walls of the bedroom, including the ceiling and even the living area.

    “Happy birthday Francoise, today I have a new experience for you, I want to watch while you expand your sexual horizons. As far as I know you have never had a lesbian experience. Are you excited at the idea?”

    “I am but I don’t know what you have organized for me, or is it us?”

    “Monique is a Spanish lady who comes into my business, she has often said she fancies you. From what she told me she is very seriously bisexual, a bit older than us though.

    “I organized a contra deal for her to be here today. That must be her now,” I tell Francoise as I open the door.

    Monique looks stunning, high heels, terrific suntan, long brunette hair and a obviously a very voluptuous size 12 body under her short, tight dress.

    “Happy birthday Francoise, you do know why am here? I want to pleasure you like you have never been pleasured before.

    “Let me undress you. Not much to take off is there, just your silk dressing gown. Love your body, and the way you shave is awesome.

    “Now undress me. I like your man watching, I love an audience, he can undress for us as well.”

    Monique has an all over suntan, fabulous legs with very well formed thighs and large very firm tits and the most sensational, breathtaking, big and very firm ass I have ever seen hanging out of a tiny white g-string.

    “Take it off for me Francoise and kiss my ass.”

    Francoise has it off in a flash and I watch as she is obviously enjoying kissing her ass while Monique wiggles it as she cups it with her hands and digs her nails in while I ogle her closely shaved cunt in a mirror.

    Monique turns around and lightly forces Francoise to stand upright against a wall mirror. They have their hands all over each other and are tongue kissing and teasing each others nipples like there is no tomorrow.

    I have a roaring erection from watching, especially the turn on from Monique’s sensational big, and very firm ass.

    After what must be five minutes Monique sits Francoise on the couch and kneels in front of her, opens her legs and resumes tongue kissing her.

    I can barely keep my eyes off her ass as she licks Francoise nipples, each in turn, then licks her way down her stomach to just above her cunt lips.

    “You are a very exciting lady, and I can see your man is enjoying us,” Francoise murmurs.

    “And you Monique, I am very wet for you.”

    Less than a minute after Monique’s lips and tongue make contact with Francoise cunt lips she is almost screaming with pleasure as she tenses, shudders and orgasms as I have never seen her do previously.

    As Francoise nears her fourth orgasm I kneel on the couch so I can lick her nipples and tongue kiss her while Monique is flicking her tongue along her cunt lips.

    I also take the opportunity to run a hand over Monique’s ass.

    “That is so fucking good baby, I owe you. I should have tried this long ago.

    “I am going to squirt, so fucking good, watch me squirt, so fucking good,” she is almost screaming as Monique and I watch in awe.

    “Never ever seen you squirt like that before,” I tell her as I wipe her with a warm wet towel.

    “Stay where you are but lay back, your turn to please me,” Monique tells Francoise as she positions herself so her cunt lips are directly above her lips.

    I watch in awe as Monique rotates her big ass as my lover licks her with her arms wrapped around her thighs to heighten their mutual pleasure.

    Monique is looking sideways at me, “Huge erection baby, can I have it later? Like my ass? Want it later?”

    “Not sure that I can hold out for later.

    “You have the most sensational big and very firm ass I have ever seen, it gave me an instant erection,” I mutter as I grasp her ass cheeks in my hands as I kneel between Francoise legs and lick her very wet cunt.

    “Like that baby? Double pleasure for you,” I whisper to Francoise as she makes purring noises.

    “Your lady is very good. Are you sure she hasn’t done this before?

    “Like my ass? Want it later?” Monique asks again as I ogle it while licking Francoise.

    “Tell me, I need to know.”

    “Yes I do, very much, magnificent, but not sure that I can hold out any longer,” I groan as slide my throbbing erection into Francoise and position myself so I can kiss Monique’s brilliant ass while Francoise is licking her.

    Almost immediately I have a huge shuddering orgasm.

    “I still owe you,” Monique tells us in the afterglow as we wind down in the combination sauna and shower. Your contra deal was very generous. We have unfinished business.”

    Monique and Francoise have their hands all over each other again like teenagers as they tongue kiss.

    “Would you like to watch your man lick me to orgasm as part of your birthday celebration?

    “I could lick you and pleasure you at the same time.

    “Then I could lick you Francoise while your man has my ass.

    “Perhaps you would like to watch me squirt? I enjoy squirting for an audience,” she teases as she moves and sits opposite us.

    I can see that she has piqued Francoise interest, and mine especially.

    Monique’s facial expression confirms she is very much enjoying the moment as we watch her tease her cunt lips with the tips of her index fingers as she holds our gaze.

    “You two have really turned me on today. I want to make this a very memorable birthday for you.

    “Come and tongue kiss me Francoise, and watch what my fingers are doing if you can.

    “Like watching your lady tongue kissing me while I am teasing myself to a squirt orgasm? Your erection tells me you do.

    “So good baby, so good, I am close, so close, watch me squirt, love you watching, watch me,” and we do as she tenses, groans and squirts a huge stream for what must be three feet over the sauna floor.

    “Wow, you really are something,” Francoise whispers to her as they continue tongue kissing.

    We both watch her shower and I smile with pleasure and anticipation as Monique invites Francoise into the shower with her.

    “Wash my big ass for me, your man wants it, and he can have it shortly. I can see he is very turned on watching you wash me.

    “Are you okay with that?

    “After we dry off I want you to lay on the bed on your back with your legs open.

    “Then I want to watch your man lick your nipples while you watch in the ceiling mirror.

    “Then I want to lay between your legs and lick you to new highs of pleasure while he is licking your nipples. Double pleasure for you, and you can watch and enjoy my big ass in the ceiling mirror.

    “And after two orgasms on my tongue I want your man to lick and kiss my ass while you watch in the ceiling mirror, while I am still licking you.

    “And I want him to fuck me from behind while I am still licking you.”

    Her ass really is magnificent I muse as I fondle, lick and kiss her ass cheeks. She can’t speak as she is busy licking Francoise but I can hear her purring with pleasure as she supports herself on her elbows and knees.

    “Wow, that really is something. I am watching my man fucking your sensational big ass while you are licking me to new pleasures,” Francois groans.

    “Don’t stop, the noise as he slaps into you is magic.”

    “Glad you like it, fuck me even harder and make more noise,” Monique moans in a guttural voice.

    “Harder baby, fuck me harder, harder.

    “Cum with me baby, cum, cum, cum.

    “Now, now, now,” and three of us did simultaneously.

    In the afterglow all three of us agreed our afternoon would be very hard act to follow.


  • Caught 2

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    Read the first one first. This is part 2.

    I leave the room to get myself cleaned up. I shower and brush my teeth. I return to find you still sleeping, curled up in a ball because of the cold. I pull the covers up and over your body; I don’t want my pet to be cold. Then I have a better idea on how to keep you warm. I strip down naked out of my black pants and white shirt and slide in behind you. Your wrist is slightly above your head from the handcuff. I think to unlock you but decide otherwise. I form my body to yours and slowly fall asleep.
    ——
    I wake up with you on top, glowering at me. I must’ve forgotten to put the blade away because now you have it at my throat. At least I didn’t forget to do that with the key. I smile and put my hands behind my head, completely relaxed.
    “And what are you planning on doing with that, my pet?” I laugh. Your face screws up into pure rage.
    “I’m going to kill you and get out of here!” you yell while pushing the blade harder against my throat. I can feel the blood in my vein push against the steel. I laugh again.
    “But where is here? And what about the key for your handcuff, pet?” I emphasize the final word. You lean your face into mine while pushing on the blade harder. I feel a pop as it splits my skin and the warmth of the blood run down my neck.
    You look down in shock and I take the opportunity. I grab your wrist with the knife still at my throat and roll you over. I force your elbow back and now have the blade at your throat. I stare into your eyes until you look away, defeated.
    “You’re not a murderer. You don’t’ have it in you pet.” Again, that word you hate.
    “Besides, I’ll let you go when I’m done with you.” I look over and see a little tear trickle down your smooth face.
    “But not until I’M done with YOU.”
    I leave the room in haste, not stopping to put my clothes back on, so I don’t take you then and there. Your discouraging look is intoxicating me along with your beautiful body. I take another shower to try to cool off but the beads of water running down my body serve the opposite affect. I have to have you
    I walk back in to find you sitting on the bed with your left hand still pulled up. Your back is towards me. You turn around as you hear me enter, the dripping of the water from my body a slight plinking sound on the floor. You whip around quickly to face me a scowl on your face and the knife in your hand again.
    “Don’t come near me or I’ll kill you!” you shout. How interesting.
    I take three more steps and cross the remainder of the room and am at the side of the bed. You slash the blade towards me, barely missing my neck as I dodge. I guess you were serious. I smile. I love it when my pet wants to play.
    “I mean it! I’m warning you.” Your voice cracks as I move in closer, crawling across the bed on my hands and knees, water still dripping from my hair.
    You take another slash but this time you get my cheek. The crimson line starts to ooze blood and dribble down my face. You look mortified but are more confident now that you know you can do it. You thrust the knife at me again and again, the whole time I’m smiling at you and getting hotter. My pussy throbs. One last thrust and you sink the knife into my shoulder. I yell in pain and back away, holding my shoulder and turning away. You reel back to the opposite end of the bed and stare at me, waiting for my reaction.
    I drop my hand and toss my head back, my wet hair slapping the back of my neck and spraying water. I slowly turn to you with a smile on my face.
    “Good shot my pet,” I chuckle,” but you missed.” I walk back to the bed and move swiftly to you. I grab you up with my good arm and crush your mouth against mine.
    “You just made this a lot more interesting,” I say as I pull you into me harder.
    You’re terrified, all thoughts of escape gone. I push you back onto the bed roughly and watch your body bounce. Your breasts are big enough to slap you in the face. I cover you with my body and grab you hard with both hands. With my shoulder screaming and bleeding down my chest, I lay on you and attack your body. I bite your breasts leaving big welts and black spots where the blood almost comes through your skin. I ignore your screams of pain and continue to ravage your body.
    I reach down with my hand a shove two fingers into you and start to pump ferociously, not letting you get used to being stretched. So blinded by lust I don’t even know if you’re wet. I push harder and faster. I slip in a third finger and then a fourth. You scream in fear and pain, begging me to stop.
    “I’m going to stretch your pussy and fist fuck you!” I growl. I’m so lost in my lust I don’t notice the tears streaming down your face.
    I shove my hand into your pussy and start pumping, your walls contracting around my hand. I put my lips on your clit and lick in time with my pumping. You start to shake. You try to control yourself and not like what is happening to you but your body loves it and wants more. I pull all the way out of your pussy and ram back in again and again. You’re pussy is so wet and stretched that I can now twist my hand inside of you. You’re right hand is holding onto the chain of your left hand’s handcuff, trying to pull away.
    Even with the knife in my shoulder I still have a strong grip on your waist and you can’t get away. I pull my hand out of your pussy just before you climax and sit back, letting you go completely. I grab my shoulder in pain. The effort of fucking you was too much. I move to you with rage on my face. You pull back in fear and try to close your legs. I pull you on top of me with my good arm as I lay down.
    “Eat me!” I scream at you as I push your head to my waiting pussy.
    “I don’t know how,” you sob, still humiliated and in shock from my fist fucking.
    I get a handle on myself and smile at you tenderly.
    “Just do what I did to you, pet” still managing to slip that word in.
    You reluctantly lower your head onto my pussy. I can feel your breath and can see your sides heaving with anxiety. I reach down with my good arm and stroke your hair. You start to lick my pussy. Such an amateur, I laugh to myself. You keep licking and licking, not sure if you’re doing it right I half way close my eyes and moan a fake moan, trying to boost your confidence. It seems to work. You start to lick more purposefully now, running your tongue up my wet pussy and around my clit.
    “Oooh…like that,” I encourage you.
    You keep lapping up my juices as they start to flow from pussy. I’m getting close. I pull your head in harder against my pussy and you go faster. Moans are escaping my lips as I start to shake. I feel the blood pulsing from my stab wound which still has the knife in it. I get an idea.
    “When I tell you to, my pet, I want you to pull the knife out of my shoulder. Then I want you to stop the bleeding and keep it clean.” I close my eyes again not waiting for your response.
    You start licking again and have started to nibble my clit. My body is so hot. The ecstasy of you fucking me and the adrenaline from the knife wound sends me over the edge.
    “Now!” I tell you and you wrench it from my shoulder. I scream as orgasm and pain melt together in pleasure. The last thing I see is your face above me with tears in your eyes, the knife in your hand. I reach out and touch your face and smile.
    And then, blackness…….


  • The Devil’s Pact, Hell Chronicles Chapter 1: Revenge

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    Emi makes a Pact with the Devil to deal with her bullies, but she has no idea where this road will lead her!

    The Devil’s Pact, The Hell Chronicles
    by mypenname3000
    Copyright 2015

    Chapter One: Revenge

    Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this.

    Tuesday, August 20th, 2013 – Yoshida Emi – Osaka, Japan

    My body trembled as I walked past the gates of Yamamura High School. Kaori, Yumi, and Hana would be waiting. I didn’t have the money. They were going to hurt me.

    I clutched my hand to the white blouse of my school uniform, my fingers brushing the red tie dangling down the pristine top. Why did they bully me? What did I ever do to them? Other students strode by, happy and carefree. None of them had to be afraid of Kaori and her gang.

    Only me.

    I wanted to stay home sick again, but my mother didn’t believe me. “You were sick yesterday. You need to go to classes,” she declared, glaring at me, her hands on her hips, her black hair twisted into a bun. “Now, Emi-chan.”

    “Yes, Mother,” I sighed, tears almost brimming in my dark eyes.

    I forced myself to walk. The bell would ring. I didn’t want to be tardy on top of being tormented. I crossed the courtyard, my shoulders hunched. I pushed back a lock of my long, black hair out of my eyes as I scanned for my bullies.

    No sign of them.

    I entered the school, removed my shoes and put them in my cubby where my slippers waited. Along with a note.

    You skipped school. Are you trying to avoid your debts? Kinimoto is not happy. You owe us another 5000¥.

    Tanadashi

    I swallowed. Kinimoto Kaori wanted more money. They already demanded 10,000¥. All I could scrape up was 7000¥. How was I going to get another 8000¥? Tears brimmed in my eyes as I pulled on my pink slippers, the note crumbling in my hand.

    What was going to happen to me today?

    I walked up to my classroom, 1-C, and took my seat in the back. I trembled in fear as Takahashi-sempai, my homeroom teacher, taught Japanese literature. I hunched my shoulders, trying not to be noticed as my mind whirled in fear.

    I barely noticed when Chie-sempai arrived to teach us math. I dreaded lunch break. My body grew tense, my skin tightening, strangling my breath as the minutes ticked by. Next was history, and Uesagi-sempai’s lesson barely registered on my mind.

    The bell rang. Lunch.

    I stayed in my seat as my classmates filed out, eager to get to the cafeteria. My own lunch was packed in my bag. But I couldn’t eat. My stomach was twisted into knots.

    “There you are,” purred Tanadashi Yumi, standing in the doorway of the classroom. “Why are you sitting in here alone, Yoshida-san?”

    She sounded so innocent.

    “Why don’t you come eat with us today.” Yumi’s sweet voice hid the venom of her words.

    “Yes, sempai,” I whispered to the older girl.

    I had no choice. I stood up, grabbing my bag and trailing after the bully. Her black hair fell in a pleated braid down her back, reaching to her gray skirt. I wiped my sweaty palms on my own, matching skirt as we walked to the stairs that led to the roof.

    “You found her,” giggled Kishima Hana, a haughty smile on her plump lips. Her narrow face was framed by short, black hair, her red tie loose and her blouse untucked from her gray skirt. “Kaori-tan is so looking forward to speaking to her.”

    She put an arm around my neck, pulling me close like we were lovers. I shuddered, my olive cheeks burning with a blush.

    “I hope you have the money,” Hana purred. “Otherwise your apology better be very satisfying.”

    Yumi giggled as she opened the door to the stairwell. “Kaori is very hard to satisfy. But I bet her pretty mouth can do it.”

    What were they talking about?

    Our feet echoed as we climbed up to the roof. My trembles grew worse. Maybe they’ll be satisfied with the 7000¥?

    Kinimoto Kaori waited atop the flat roof, leaning against the fence that encircled it. I flinched as the roof door was locked behind us, and Yumi slipped a key into her skirt pocket. Kaori’s round face was framed by her bleached-blonde hair, a predatory smile crossing her red lips. She was dressed in the same school uniform as the rest of us with loose, knee-high socks cladding her light-olive legs.

    “I missed you yesterday, Emi-tan,” purred Kaori. “I’m so happy you are well today.”

    “But it was such an inconvenience,” Hana added. “We were counting on the money.”

    “But that’s why you’re going to pay us more,” Kaori continued. “Restitution for the inconvenience you caused.”

    “I am humbly sorry that my illness inconvenienced you,” I whispered, bowing low. “Please accept my abject apology as restitution.”

    “I’m afraid apologies are just not enough,” laughed Kaori. “But I’m not heartless. You can bring the extra 5000¥ tomorrow.”

    I swallowed. “I…I wasn’t able to get the 10,000¥. I…I don’t have that much. I only had 7000¥” I reached into my skirt pocket and pulled out the envelope. “Please accept this payment and my apologies, Kinimoto-sempai.”

    Kaori’s face went still.

    “How dare you insult Kaori-tan,” Yumi gasped. “After her gracious generosity, you spit in her face.”

    “You wound me, Emi-tan.” Kaori’s smile grew, a hunger in her arms. “If you cannot pay with money, then you’ll have to pay in other ways.” She strode forward, stopping before my trembling body. Her finger stroked my cheek. “You have pretty lips.”

    “Plump and succulent,” agreed Hana.

    A wave of fear went through me. Were they going to cut off my lips? Tears streamed down my cheeks. “I…I can get…the money…” I sobbed. “Please…don’t…hurt me…”

    “Emi-tan,” Kaori smiled, “I won’t hurt you if you please me.”

    Hana and Yumi grabbed my shoulders, the older girls pushing me down to my knees. The cement roof rasped at my smooth skin; I winced in pain. Kaori smiled at me, her hands lifting up her skirt. My eyes widened. She wore no panties. Her pussy was cleanly shaved and anointed with her glistening passion.

    “What?” I gasped. “You can’t…I’m not a lesbian…”

    “You are now,” purred Kaori. “To pay your debt, you have to lick our pussies. Every time will count for 500¥. That’s how little your mouth is worth. But don’t worry. We’ll give you plenty of chances to work off your debt.”

    Kaori’s hands seized my black hair, pulling my mouth into her pussy. I squirmed, trying to pull away as her hot flesh pushed on my lips. Her hand had a tight grip on my locks, pain flaring in my scalp as I fought.

    “Lick, Emi-tan,” she purred. “Or Hana-tan will hurt you.”

    “And I don’t want to do that,” laughed Hana. “You have such a pretty body, Yoshida-san. I would hate to mar it.”

    “Liar, you’ll love it,” laughed Yumi. “I remember how much fun you had cutting Reina.”

    I shuddered at Hana’s cold laughter. My tongue licked out, sliding through Kaori’s pussy. Her spicy, salty juices covered my tongue. I blanched at the taste, hating that Kaori forced me to please her. I licked again, my tongue sliding through her folds.

    “That’s it, little Emi-tan. Lick my pussy. Umm, you love it. You’re a lesbian now.”

    “Emi-tan the pussy-licker,” taunted Hana.

    “Lick Kaori-tan’s pussy. She needs to be satisfied. Repay her mercy with your tongue.”

    I licked again and again, my insides boiling in shame and rage. I hated these girls. If I had the strength, I would beat them, kill them. If only I wasn’t a coward. Kaori’s hips shifted, smearing her hot pussy across my lips. The juices ran down my chin, my tongue forced to feast on her.

    Kaori moaned, savoring the pleasure of humiliating me. She gripped my hair, guiding where I licked, moving my mouth up to her budding clit. She purred in delight as I latched on and pleased her. The passion of her voice rose.

    “Yes, that’s it,” she moaned. “Wiggle your tongue in deep.”

    I obeyed her, squeezing my thighs together. My own pussy grew an itch. A humiliating flush of shame passed through me. My panties grew damp as my tongue whipped faster and faster through her folds, sliding deep into her pussy.

    Hands seized my hips, lifting me up so I knelt like a dog. They hiked my skirt and yanked down my panties. Alarm filled me as fingers touched my petals. I tried to pull away from Kaori’s pussy, but the bully had a firm grip.

    “She has a cherry,” Hana laughed. “And the dyke’s growing wet.”

    “Do you like licking my pussy, Emi-tan?” giggled Kaori. “Because you’re tongue feels so good. Umm, keep doing that. I’m going to cum so hard.”

    I kept licking and it wasn’t long before Kaori let out a shriek, her pussy flooding my lips with more of her disgusting juices. I swallowed them to keep from drowning. Her hips bucked, smearing her flesh across my mouth and nose. Every breath I took was filled with her scent.

    Then she released me. “The little slut made me cum so hard.”

    “You pleased her,” Yumi giggled. “I guess Hana doesn’t get to cut you.”

    “Pity,” Hana sighed. “Well, at least she’s going to make me cum.”

    Tears running down my cheek, Hana yanked my hair and pulled my face into her hairy pussy. I munched, hating her tart flavor. Yumi and Kaori giggled behind me. I couldn’t see anything buried beneath Hana’s skirt.

    “Oh, Kaori. You’re going to rip her open with that monster,” laughed Hana. “I can’t wait to feel her scream on my cunt.”

    “What?” I gasped.

    “I’m going to make you a woman,” laughed Kaori. “Let her see, Hana.”

    Hana pulled my head away from her pussy. Kaori had taken off her skirt and strapped a thick, black dildo to her groin. “No!” I gasped. “No, please! I need to be a virgin!”

    “She’s right, no one will marry a whore,” giggled Yumi.

    “Especially not a lesbian whore,” laughed Kaori. “Yumi-tan, get your phone out. Let’s record this happy day for Emi-tan.”

    “Please, no!” I sobbed.

    Hana pulled my face back into her pussy. Kaori smacked my ass as I licked and sobbed. The end of the dildo touched my wet pussy. I screamed into Hana’s pussy as the fake cock broke my maidenhead and invaded me.

    The pain was intense. I shuddered and sobbed. Kaori pumped hard in and out of me, moaning for joy. Why was this happening to me? What did I ever do to make these girls hate me? I wish I was L and had the Deathnote like in the anime. There wouldn’t be any bullies in the world if I had the power of Justice.

    I’d just write their names in my notebook and their terrible lives would be over.

    The pain receded in my pussy, and to my horror, pleasure replaced it. My pussy was enjoying the assault. Was I a lesbian? Did I want to be treated this way? Kaori’s strokes ignited a fire in me. It felt better than masturbation.

    My orgasm exploded through me.

    I moaned into Hana’s pussy, my sheath convulsing about the terrible dildo spearing into me.

    Kaori laughed, smacking my ass. “The slut just came.”

    “What a whore Emi-tan is,” giggled Hana. “Oh, yes! She’s moaning like a ghost into my pussy. Oh, yes! Drink my juices, lesbian whore!”

    “Drink her down, Yoshida-san,” moaned Yumi. “I’m so hot. I can’t wait to feel your lips on my pussy.”

    Kaori moaned, slamming the dildo deep into my orgasming sheath. I couldn’t believe my body betrayed me. Part of me enjoyed this. I was such a whore. I hated these girls. I wished them dead. I bent every ounce of strength into my desire for Justice.

    But they didn’t die.

    Hana fucked me with the dildo while I ate out Yumi. I came a second time.

    They left me on the roof, sobbing, my face smeared in juices. I didn’t move. I spent the rest of the school day up there. I stared up at the blue sky, hating my life. If I wasn’t such a coward, I would kill myself and end this torment. I looked at the fence surrounding the roof. All I had to do was climb it. The school was three stories. I would probably die when I hit the ground. I stood up, walking to the chainlink fence. I stuck my fingers through the links. Freedom was on the other side.

    But I didn’t have the strength to seize it.

    The bell rang. School was over.

    I walked home and took a shower. I had to scrub myself clean. I was filthy. Those girls despoiled me. I sobbed in the shower, the warm water turning cold. I shivered beneath the spray. I didn’t care. I needed to be clean.

    My mother knocking on the door spurred me to leave. She would only ask questions and I didn’t want to deal with her. I locked myself in my room and turned on my computer. I began to search the internet for some curse, some spell, some way to grant my wish and get my vengeance on my bullies.

    On an English website called Unearthed Arcana I came across a post. I could sell my soul to the Devil for wishes. Dozens of people had posted claiming they had done the same. I giggled when I read through the ritual. It was easy. I just needed a steak and wait for dawn.

    I stayed up all night, filching a steak out of the kitchen while my mother slept. I lit the small grill we had on our back patio of our apartment. When the first rays of dawn splashed on the horizon, I threw the steak on the grill. The meat sizzled.

    “The Shining One, Son of the Morning,” I chanted in English, my tongue stumbling over words. “I give this pleasing offering of flesh and ask that you appear before me. The Shining One, Son of the Morning, appear before your humble servant so that she may beg three favors from you!”

    The smoke curled into the air. I waited, looking at the rising sun, hoping something would happen.

    “Hello, Yoshida-san,” A voice said behind me.

    I whirled. A man dressed in a black kimono stared at me, a friendly smile across his dark face. I trembled before the Devil. He was a powerful kami, radiating a nimbus of light. I fell to my knees, bowing in reverence before the spirit I had conjured.

    “What wishes can I grant you, Yoshida-san?” he asked. For a gaijin spirit, he spoke perfect Japanese.

    “I have only one wish, Devil-sama,” I said, looking up at him. “If I write the name of a person in my notebook, I want them to die. Like in the anime Deathnote. Grant me that wish, and my soul is yours.”

    I would have my vengeance on Kaori and her bullies. They would all pay for what they did.

    “Only one wish?” he asked. “Are you sure?”

    “There is nothing else I need but Justice,” I hissed. “I will bring it to the world. With my pen, I will right all the wrongs.”

    “I can grant this wish with one addendum.”

    I frowned. “What?”

    “There are two people your power will not touch: Mark and Mary Glassner.”

    I had a vague recollection of some new cult in America worshiping the Living Gods. “Fine. I do not care about them. I only care about…” …my revenge… “…bringing Justice to my high school.”

    A smile crossed the Devil’s lips.

    “Then we have a Pact.” Scarlet light flashed and a contract appeared, yellow smoke curling away. I wrinkled my nose at the rotten scent. “Read it over, then sign at the bottom.”

    “Sign with what,” I asked, taking the contract.

    He produced a pen and pricked my thumb. A contract signed in my own blood. I looked over, reading the Kanji. It was very straightforward. I signed my name in sweeping, crimson calligraphy at the bottom. Then the Devil signed his.

    Then he vanished into the shadows.

    I smiled, standing up. I felt so free. My soul was his. I didn’t need to worry about maintaining a cosmic balance, I knew what my fate would be. I pulled out a notebook and a red pen. I wrote all but the last character of Kaori, Hana, and Yumi’s names into my notebook. Once I wrote their final character, they would die.

    But not yet. I wanted them to know my anger first.

    I wasn’t scared as I walked to school this morning. I strolled with confidence. Justice would be delivered today. My back was straight as I marched into my school. I no longer had any fear. I had changed today. The Devil had made me into a new woman. The embodiment of justice.

    “Well there’s my favorite lily,” Hana laughed as I walked in. I didn’t mind her insult as the other girls giggled around me. “I can smell their sweet scent on you. Have you been sniffing many lilies lately.”

    The scent of lilies was slang for a lesbian. I stared at Hana. “I curse you with Shinigami’s baleful gaze. He will strike you down within the hour for the torment you heaped upon me.”

    Hana threw back her head and laughed hard. “Do you think I’m afraid of your little curse? How can I be afraid of you after the way you defiled yourself yesterday?” She whipped out her phone. “Look at the dyke.”

    The video of my humiliation played. I didn’t care. I smiled at Hana, a deadly smirk, my notebook clutched to my breasts. Everyone laughed at me. The girls hurtled insults at me, jeering as they reveled in my delight.

    They would all learn.

    I slipped on my slippers and strode past them, disappearing into the bathroom.

    “She’s going to go and cry,” Hana laughed. “Maybe I should go in there and offer her my comfort. She enjoyed it yesterday. Look at Emi-tan savoring my friendship.”

    I sat on the bathroom stall and wrote the last character for Hana’s name.

    The laughter turned to shrieks. I strode out of the bathroom, a wide smile on my lips. The girls all stared at me in horror. “She should have apologized to me,” I pronounced, not hiding my pleasure. I swept my gaze around them. “Justice has been swift. All of you should apologize.”

    The fifteen or so girls were all stammering their apologizes when the teachers arrived. I had no fear. I was in the bathroom when Hana had died. Sure I had cursed her, but people didn’t really die of those. Classes were disrupted while the paramedics wheeled off Hana’s body. My classmates all stared at me with a fearful edge to their eyes.

    Justice had been delivered to one bully.

    I sought out Yumi during lunch. Her back grew stiff when she saw me. “I don’t know how you killed Hana,” she hissed at me, pushing me against the locker. “But after school, I’m going to beat you into a pulp.”

    “Was she your lover?” I loudly asked. “Would you like to join her?”

    Her eyes narrowed. “Are you threatening me, whore?”

    “I call upon Shinigami to put his gaze of Justice upon your foul face. You are cursed, Tanahashi Yumi. You will be dead if you don’t grovel and beg for my mercy.”

    Yumi spat in my face. “And you’ll be dead after school.”

    She strode down the hall, the other girls giving me fearful looks.

    I smiled at them. “I’m hungry. Who’s going to buy me lunch.”

    “I…I will,” a fearful, trembling Ayane said, her hands stroking her gray skirt, smoothing it over and over. “I…I’ve always been nice to you, Emi-sama.”

    Sama. Lord. I savored the respect true Justice brought.

    I put my arm around her shoulders. “You have,” I whispered. “Come with me and you can show me how nice you really can be.”

    Ayane trembled like a fawn as I led her into the restroom. My panties were soaked. Dispensing justice was…intoxicating. She didn’t resist as I led her into the stall. I stroked her face, leaning in to give her the sweetest kiss on the lips. For a moment she froze and my fingers tightened on her face, then she kissed me back, her tongue flicking.

    I reached beneath my skirt, pulling down my panties. I sat on the toilet, spreading my legs. “Show me, Ayane-tan. Prove that you’re not like Hana and Yumi.”

    “I’m not,” she swallowed, falling to her knees.

    She shook as she pushed my skirt back, moistening her dry lips. She lowered her face down to my pussy and licked. She took a long sweep through my folds, her tongue stirring delight through me. I squirmed and moaned, shuddering as I humped my face against her hungry tongue.

    I let out a moan, stroking her face as she showed me respect. Her eyes flashed up at me, glistening with fear. I shuddered, humping my face. The pleasure swelled quickly inside me. Her tongue parted my labia, exploring my folds.

    “That’s it,” I purred. “Love me.”

    My head lolled back, the pleasure surging like waves through me. My toes curled in my slippers. I moaned, my legs spasming. Her tongue grew more bold, swiping with more force through my folds. Her lips found my aching clit, sucking it between her lips.

    “You are so wonderful, Ayane-tan,” I purred. “If you always love me, you will never have to fear my justice.”

    “Yes, Emi-sama,” she moaned, licking harder, eager to please me.

    I gripped her hair, bucking my hips as the heat swelled. I spasmed on the toilet. “Ayane-tan!” I groaned, my voice echoing through the bathroom. My thighs squeezed about her head as my pleasure burst through my body. “Yes, yes! Your worship is so pleasing!”

    I collapsed back, letting go of her hair. Ayane leaned back, licking her lips. “Was that enough, Emi-sama? Or, do you need more…satisfaction?”

    I smiled at her. “Go and buy me lunch. I’ll be there shortly.”

    She nodded, licking her lips.

    “And do not clean your face. I want you to be adorned with the scent of lilies.”

    Her cheeks darkened. “Yes, Emi-sama.”

    The movement she was out of the stall, I pulled my notebook from my bag and completed Yumi’s name. I shuddered, squeezing my thighs together as another orgasm trembled through me. Justice had been delivered once again.

    There was panic in the cafeteria when I strode out. Yumi lay in the middle, staring up in sightless horror. My gaze swept the cafeteria, landing on Kaori. Her face paled and she trembled at her seat. The other girls all stared at me in fear, then they stared at Kaori.

    “Please, Yoshida-san,” Kaori gasped, striding to me. She fell to her knees, then pressed her face to the floor at my feet. “Please, spare me your curse. I am humbly sorry for my actions and any harm they may have caused you.”

    The teachers arrived, calling for help, panic in their voices. Two students dead in one day.

    “I’ll do anything for restitution,” sobbed Kaori. “I’ll give you money.”

    I leaned down, pulling up her blonde hair so I could look into her tear stained face. “You need to come to my house and bring that strap-on. You are my toy now. You must work off all the mean things you have done to me. Only then will Justice spare you.”

    “Of course,” she sobbed.

    The teachers sent us home.

    Kaori trailed after me.

    I wasn’t going to be gentle. My mother wasn’t going to be home for hours. My pussy dripped with anticipation. Kaori trembled as she followed me into the house. I savored her fear. Justice was so sweet to deliver.

    “Strip, worm,” I ordered.

    She didn’t argue or complain. Her hands yanked off her red tie, throwing it to the floor. Her fingers fumbled with haste to undo her blouse. She slipped it off, her round breasts clad in a lacy, pink bra. She reached behind her, unclasping it and dropping it to the floor.

    My hand shot out and pinched her nipple, my fingernails digging into her small nub.

    “Please, Emi-sama,” she moaned, her knees buckling as I abused her nipple.

    “Did I tell you to stop stripping?”

    “No,” Kaori sobbed, tears streaming down her face as I twisted.

    Her hands found the zipper to her skirt, yanking it down and dropping her gray skirt to the floor. She rolled down her slutty panties, exposing her shaved pussy. I could still feel that hot, disgusting cunt on my face.

    Kaori had defiled me.

    “Undress me,” I commanded.

    “Yes, Emi-sama.” Her hands shook as she undress me. Her touch was light and gentle. She carefully folded my clothes, setting them on the couch. She knelt to remove my panties, her eyes locked on my pussy.

    “Follow,” I ordered once I was naked, turning and striding to the bathroom.

    Her feet padded after me.

    “What are you going to do?” she whispered.

    “Kneel in the tub,” I commanded, pointing and snapping my fingers.

    “Yes, Emi-sama,” she sniffed, stepping in the tub and kneeling on the floor.

    My pussy itched. I stepped in after her and grabbed her blonde hair. I pulled her face tight into my pussy, grinding my hot flesh against her lips. Her tongue dipped in. She didn’t hesitate to lick my pussy, the pleasure tickling through me.

    But she needed to be really soiled.

    “If you resist, I will curse you, worm,” I hissed, keeping her face tight against my pussy.

    “Yes, Emi-sama. I understand.”

    I relaxed my bladder. My piss streamed into her mouth. She gasped in surprise, choking and spluttering. I watched the urine squirt around her lips, running down her face, covering her in my filth. I groaned as I degraded her, my pussy growing hotter with every moment.

    “Drink it down! You love my piss! That’s what you are. My piss-whore.”

    Kaori didn’t answer, but she swallowed. Her fear of my righteous Justice made her drink my piss down like it was ambrosia. I humped my hips, the last of my pee squirting onto her face. And Kaori kept sucking and licking my twat.

    I leaned against the shower, my orgasm swelling. I closed my eyes and let her tongue carry me away. “That’s it! Apologize with your mouth. This will be your life. So long as you please me, the curse shall not strike you down.”

    “Yes, Emi-sama,” she panted, her mouth latching on my clit.

    “Oh, yes! Stir me up!” My pleasure swelled, my orgasm growing. I moaned load as the pleasure burst through me, my juices squirting out and into her hungry mouth. Her hands squeezed my ass, pulling my pussy tighter, making sure I experienced as much pleasure as I could.

    I panted when my orgasm passed, pushing her face away from my pussy.

    “Did I please you?” she asked, trembling in the tub, piss leaking down her body.

    “Fetch the strap-on,” I smiled. “You still have a lot to apologize for.”

    She did. Kaori strapped it about my waist when she returned. Then she knelt before me, presenting her pussy to be fucked by the monstrous cock.

    But I shoved it up her ass.

    Her cries of pain were music to my ear. She sobbed and gasped, crying for mercy as I pounded her dry bowels. Every time I thrust into her, the dildo pressed on the edge of my clit. The pleasure swelled through me, her cries as sweet as the pressure on my clit.

    I fucked her harder and harder, my fingernails biting into her hips as I pounded her. Kaori’s blonde hair flew about as she body shook in pain. I took my Justice out of her body as my orgasm raced through my body.

    And I kept fucking her. I came and came, raking my fingernails down her back.

    When I pulled the dildo out of her, she sobbed in a ball on the floor.

    “Now you have tasted Justice,” I smiled. “Every day you’ll get to taste it. Doesn’t that sound wonderful?”

    “Y-yes, Emi-sama,” she sobbed.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Friday, February 7th, 2014

    The sound of breaking glass stirred me from my sleep.

    I sat up in my bed, Ayane and Chisato on either side of me. They were two of my favorite slaves. The people of Osaka had quickly learned that my justice was to be obeyed. I wrote down the name of every politician, reporter, and police officer in my notebook thanks to some digging on the internet. They all had learned to keep quiet and let me dish out my Justice, or they would face it themselves.

    The Wormwood Plague had made it easier.

    The world had grown so strange. I remember watching Brandon Fitzsimmons almost take over America in the span of a weekend only to be undone by the Living Gods. Mark and Mary Glassner. The two beings I couldn’t kill. But they were in America. They were hardly a threat to my rule here in Osaka.

    Not like the Samurai.

    I needed to learn the name of the Samurai that was taking over central and northern Japan. He had far more power than I did. If he encroached farther south, I would have to be ready to dispense my Justice upon him.

    I strained my ears, listening for more sounds that disturbed my sleep.

    “Kaori,” I said. “Did you hear the sound of breaking glass?”

    The slave stirred, uncurling from a ball at the foot of my bed. She was shaved bald , her nipples and clit pierced—that had been so much fun, she had screamed so much—and her body was striped with cane marks.

    Ayane had been quite enthusiastic last night when she beat Kaori. Ayane wanted to keep pleasing me. My slaves knew if they didn’t keep pleasing me, the curse would fall on them. Ayane was a favorite, and I would hate to have to kill her like I did Mother.

    “I didn’t, Emi-sama,” Kaori answered, trembling in fear as she cowered like a dog.

    “Go check with the guards.” I had plenty of guards protecting my large house—it had used to belong to the Mayor. Many of my guards were former cops who now served me in fear of my curse.

    Kaori walked to the bedroom door, reaching for the knob. It burst open, throwing the girl back. Men charged in dressed in black camouflage, weapons pointed around the room. My hand shot out for my notebook.

    “I will curse you,” I screamed. “If you lay one finger on me, you and all your loved one shall perish. You would not be the first cops that fall victim to my Justice.”

    The man laughed and said something in English. Fear clutched my heart. These weren’t Japanese police, but towering gaijin. I had no idea what their names were. My slaves all cried out in fear as the soldiers threw them to the floor.

    A pair of strong hands seized me and slammed me to the floor. A boot pressed on the back of my neck.

    “Who sent you?” I screamed in English. “Was it Omura? Does that spineless politician think he can attack me without consequences?”

    A woman strode in, her skin dusky—a Hispanic. “The Living Gods sent us,” the woman purred. “You are the Warlock Emi Yoshida?”

    I spat as I struggled to get up. But the gaijin were too strong.

    The woman knelt down and pulled out a perfume bottle from her pocket. She sprayed me in the face and…I wanted to cooperate. I wanted to do whatever this nice lady told me to do.

    She grinned. “Are you Emi Yoshida?”

    “Yes,” I answered.

    “And did you make a Pact with the Devil? If so, what did you wish for?”

    “I did,” I proudly announced. “I wished for the power to bring Justice.”

    “How?”

    “If I write someone’s name down in my notebook, they die.”

    “What?” Kaori gasped. “That stupid journal of yours is the key to my life?”

    “What a vicious thing you are,” the woman said. “What do you think, Sergeant Millner?”

    “I think we should put a bullet in her head, Desiree.”

    Desiree nodded. “Emi Yoshida, I condemn you to death for violating the First Commandment of the Theocracy: you shall not make Pacts with Demons.”

    “I brought Justice,” I protested.

    A gun cracked.

    Then I was falling, falling, falling into darkness.

    The darkness gave way to fire.

    I screamed as I burned before the Devil, connected to him by a fiery chain. One thought stayed in my mind as agony consumed me—Justice was worth this pain. If I was strong. I would one day dispense it again. That cunt who killed and her false gods Mark and Mary would face true Justice. I howled out my devotion to my principals, ringing louder than all the pitiful moans of the damned.

    A single voice answered mine. A man. Another lover of Justice—Brandon Fitzsimmons.

    To be continued…


  • THE SEX RESORT.

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    I am Kate, my man Lucas and I are holidaying in an exclusive five-star resort. We chose this resort because of it’s reputation for ‘special parties’ and adult entertainment.

    We are both in our early forties with attractive bodies that appeal to both sexes, both with high sex drives and we do like to stretch our gender fluid sexual boundaries.

    Our benchmark is fucking five times in a day. We agreed during this holiday to stretch our sexual boundaries, and work through some of the items on our bucket list without any jealousies getting in the way.

    However, we agreed on one rule, no fucking with others, any sexual pleasure apart from fucking was acceptable and left lots of exciting options.

    I get a real buzz when I tell my man, “Your turn on is my turn on,” and he tacitly smiles back.

    On our first date a few years ago he took my fingers and slowly kissed them before putting them in his mouth. He was mimicking oral sex as he sucked, licked, and kissed them. All he said was, “Yes Kate,” as my imagination went wild.

    An hour later we were fucking like rabbits. He was impressed with my legs and ass, while I was in awe of his thick, nine-inch erection.

    “If you have any special requirements, don’t hesitate to ask,” the concierge tells us we check in to the resort.

    My man and I do have special requirements, very special requirements. However we don’t want to embarrass ourselves by asking so early on our stay.

    That night we were invited to a ‘special party’. Twelve couples, all around forty, close to our age. The women were very smartly dressed, all wearing killer heels and showing lots of skin. Mostly short skirts, though some had designer slacks to highlight their legs and ass. Lots of flirting.

    At nine-thirty there was an announcement. “We are going to have an adult entertainment, if anyone isn’t comfortable with that, you are free to depart.”

    No one departed and there was a huge frisson as we waited for the entertainment. One of the couples made their way to the stage holding hands as the curtain opened to show a lavish bedroom setting with a large bed, full length mirrors on the three walls and ceiling.

    The ultimate aphrodisiac has to be watching another attractive couple fucking and enjoying each other. Even better if the man has a huge cock. They were magnificent.

    She stood leaning against a wall mirror, legs wide apart as he licked and sucked her nipples then licked his way down to her her cunt lips.

    Then she sucked his thick, rock hard erection before they fucked. And fucked, really fucked.

    We couldn’t get back to our room fast enough after watching those two fucking.

    The next morning we were soaking up the sun by the pool.

    “Can we sun bake naked?”

    “Of course, we told you, any special requirements, don’t hesitate to ask.”

    “What sexual fantasies are you harboring right now?,” I ask my man.

    “Watching you flaunt your glorious naked ass for all these people.

    A few moments later I had almost every ones attention as I strutted around the pool in my platform heels and a tiny white bikini, my ass naked apart from a tiny strap between my ass crack.

    When I had completed my lap, I laid front down on my elbows with my legs apart as my man oiled my ass cheeks.

    Full of self confidence, thirty minutes later I did another lap.

    When I returned to my man another attractive couple introduced themselves.

    “We are having a small party after the show tonight, would you like to join us? And your glorious ass is magnificent. My man and I want to have it.”

    The same announcement at the party that night right on nine-thirty.

    When the curtains rolled back a spotlight was focused on a thirty-year old very well built, completely naked, ebony man, standing legs akimbo with his back to the audience.

    Gorgeous firm ass, I mused and I could sense all the other women and some of the men were thinking the same.

    Then he turned side-on to the audience. “That must be eleven or twelve-inches,” my man whispered to me as we both gasped and admired his huge erection as he stroked it.

    Then a small size ten, naked woman came on stage. The contrast in the size of their bodies adding to the frisson.

    After he licked her all over she sucked his erection.

    Huge sexual tension as he bent her over with her elbows resting on a table.

    The tension increased as he slowly eased his erection into her, then slowly worked his full erection into her.

    After the show the couple we met by the pool reminded us of their invitation and gave us the room number.

    Twenty minutes later the man and his lady are side-by-side on their sofa.

    They are both completely naked with three couples and us watching.

    A ten-year younger man is licking her body while a similar age woman is sucking his erection.

    “Double foreplay tonight baby, let’s go and make passionate love,” my man whispered as we left early.

    “Remember, your turn on is my turn on, baby,” I whispered in my man’s ear just before we walked past reception on the third day.

    “If you have any special requirements, don’t hesitate to ask,” the concierge asked as we had come to expect.

    “Can you organize a bi-sex toy boy to satisfy both of us?,” Lucas asked with great aplomb, something we had discussed before we arrived at the resort.

    “Of course. What would be a suitable time for you?”

    “This afternoon at three.”

    “If you have any special preferences you can mark them on this checklist,” the concierge smiles as Lucas ticks some boxes.

    I love the sexual tension, anticipation, expectation and excitement of a new sexual partner, on this occasion a bi-sex male we have never met.

    “What special preferences did you tick off, Lucas?,” I ask as we shower together to prepare.

    “At least seven-inches, lick and suck my nipples, and a blow job after I watch him lick you to orgasm.”

    The female concierge delivers James right on time. He is a good looking blond boy, with a toned body, around fifteen years younger than us.

    “Can you satisfy both of us?,” I smirk as my man Lucas teases him by removing his unbuttoned shirt, all he was wearing, as the concierge and James stare at his very erect cock.

    “If you have any other requirements, don’t hesitate to ask,” the concierge smiles before she departs as she watches James strip naked for us.

    We are both going to enjoy him, I muse as Lucas and I ogle his naked body and large, thick, already erect cock. Lucas wanted seven-inches, he must me more than that.

    I am very aroused watching James licking and sucking my man’s nipples with a hand wrapped around his rock hard erection as I compare the size of their erections.

    “Kate wants you to lick her cunt before you blow me,” my man mutters.

    “I am hanging our for your blow job. Kate wants me to watch you make her cum before that. More than once.”

    For the first time James is looking at me closely as I expose my naked body for him.

    I am feeling very feminine as he licks and kisses my ass without any prompting.

    A minute later I am resting against a table with one foot barely touching the floor, my other foot on a stool, my legs wide apart as my man is watching James licking my almost bald cunt lips.

    He is good, incredibly good. I am soaking up the pleasure while I am ogling and comparing his erection to my man’s.

    My man is softly tongue kissing me as he watches James expertly licking me with just the tip of his tongue.

    “So good baby, I love you watching another man licking my cunt.”

    Just as I am about to orgasm James wraps a hand around my man’s erection. Wonderful eye candy.

    I am ready to orgasm again as I watch James sliding a hand along my man’s erection.

    “Now you, your turn on is my turn on baby,” I tell Lucas after my third orgasm as I stand behind him and wrap my arms under his.

    He is stroking his erection as James licks and sucks his nipples

    I am tongue kissing him and teasing his nipples while James is licking his erection before he sucks his balls.

    “Your big thick cock is a bonus turn on for me with your lady watching. Your man is huge,” James murmurs.

    “Your turn on is my turn on baby, and right now I am very turned on,” I whisper as I watch James sliding his pursed lips along his erection.

    “So good baby, so good,” my man is whispering as we kiss with the tips of our tongues as I watch James feasting on his erection.

    James is adept at all the blow job techniques as we watch him performing for us. Licking, kissing, sucking, using his hands, edging, teasing, then slowing down and being gentle as my man begins to orgasm.

    Then complements as runs a fingertip and thumb tip along it as he licks the tip of it. “Your thick, nine-inch cock is magnificent. Do you like your lady watching me pleasuring your cock?

    “Are you ready to cum for me while she watches?,” he teases as he continues to edge him.

    “Your turn on is my turn on baby, and right now I am very turned on. Do it for me, don’t hold back,” I whisper as we tongue kiss.

    His body is shaking and trembling as James edges him as he slides his hand hand along his rock hard erection.

    “I’m cumming, cumming,” he moans as James slides his fingertip and thumb tip along his erection as he licks the tip of it.

    “So good, so fucking baby,” he whispers to me as we kiss assionately,

    Another party that night with erotic entertainment, though we chose to have an early night after it.

    We took a break the next day and night as we took in some sight seeing and refreshed our libidos.

    “Remember, your turn on is my turn on, baby,” my man whispered in my ear just before we walked past reception on the fifth day.

    “If you have any special requirements, don’t hesitate to ask,” the concierge smiled as we had come to expect.

    “Can you organize a bi-sex woman to satisfy both of us?,” I asked with great aplomb, something we had discussed earlier.

    “Of course. What would be a suitable time for you?”

    “This afternoon at three.”

    “If you have any special preferences you can mark them on this checklist,” the concierge smiles as Lucas watches me tick some boxes.

    “What were your preferences?,” my man asks as we prepare for our bi-sex woman.

    “Older than us, at least forty-five, thirty-six C cup size, very attractive for both of us and I want her to make me squirt while you watch.

    “This is Jan, for your pleasure,” the female concierge smiles at three as she introduces her to us.

    “I read your preferences very carefully, I am forty-nine, thirty-six C cup size. Do I meet your expectations?,” Jan asks as the concierge removes her short dress, leaving her naked apart from her heels.

    She is a class act, super confident, beautifully spoken, very glamorous, sexy, attractive to men and women, a size 12 blond with bobbed hair and a good tight ass.

    “Before you go, do you have time to tell me which of these outfits you like best?,” I ask the concierge.

    “What I am wearing now?,” I tease, before I am down to just my skimpy black thong and heels as Lucas slides the zipper at the back of my very short black dress and it falls to my ankles,

    “Or my second option, just my heels?,” I ask as I flaunt my almost naked body for them and slide my thong down to my ankles, while two women and my man watch.

    “Almost every person in this resort has wanted to do that to you, including me, you really do have a glorious ass, magnificent,” Jan whispers as she is licking and kissing it with the concierge and my man watching.

    “Enjoy Kate and Lucas,” the concierge smiles as she departs after staying long enough to watch Jan worshiping my ass then passionately kissing me.

    I do love sex with an audience, this time a female and my man watching someone of the same sex giving me sexual pleasure.

    And I do enjoy licking and sucking on a woman’s nipples with good tits. Jan’s still firm thirty-six C cup size with incredible big nipples on huge aureoles, they must be more than an inch in diameter, are magic for me.

    “Tell me what both of you want and like, Kate.”

    “Help us live our our fantasies.

    “I want my man to masturbate while he watches. Lesbian sex always has an extra dimension with my man watching, enjoying and masturbating,” I tell her as she rubs her cunt on mine as we tongue kiss with the tips of our wet tongues. “That is so good, so fucking good,” I moan as she continues to grind her cunt into mine.

    “And I want you to make me squirt, really squirt,” I whisper as she lays me on my back on the bed, then puts a pillow under my ass.

    Jan is very talented. I have been pleasured by women before, she is in a class of her own.

    She is using her whole mouth, not just her tongue.

    Licking, biting, and blowing on my inner thighs.

    Delaying my pleasure, just a peck and breathing on my cunt, I am almost begging for her tongue.

    Her tongue tip on my clit is sexual heaven.

    Then along my wet cunt lips with her thumbs pulling either side of my lips.

    “Did I tell you I am multi-orgasmic?,” I moan as I orgasm for the second time, then a third time.

    “You wanted me to make you squirt while your man watches,” Jan teases as she curls a finger into a hook shape, then pulls towards me and straightens it. Then again and again. She is stimulating my g-spot. So good.

    “One finger in you like this while I lick your cunt?

    “Or two fingers in you like this while I lick your cunt?

    “Watching your man masturbate while I am fucking you with my tongue is a bonus. He is hung, really hung and thick. Must be nine-inches.”

    “Tell me what you want and like, Kate.”

    “Two fingers while you lick my cunt.”

    “Tell me again, Kate?”

    “Two fingers in me while you lick my cunt as I watch my man masturbate,” I moan as my man blows and I squirt and squirt like I never, ever had before.

    We have an option for another five days to go in this resort. And still lots of things on our bucket list to take care of.

    I will continue my story soon.


  • Breaking of a Sexual Sadist’s New Slave

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    The following tells the story of a young sixteen year old girl named Annabelle, abducted by a deviant sexual sadist and his complacent wife. Which he could not bring himself to inflict upon his wife, to whom he loved and cherish greatly despite his perverse cravings. What will happen to Annabelle as her story unfolds, well for that let us get started at the beginning…

    This is a complete work of fiction, and has no correlation to any specific person, place, or event. Some of the characters’ personality are a bit exacerbated, and I want it clear that I neither condon nor endorse any violently and aggressive attack towards any gender, this is just a dark story my mind created. Nothing More!!!!

    Annabelle’s Introduction

    The following tale centers around a sixteen year old girl by the name of Annabelle Flint. An unusual name, but she was far from that being a very respectful teen, that saw only the brighter sides to life despite her many woes to the contrary. For her the first thirteen years of her life had felt like a dream, that sadly came crashing back down to reality when her parents who had been secretly fighting for many years finally divorced. The thirteen year old Annabelle had been forced to watch in confusion, holding her faded teddy-bear to her pajama-covered chest as her heart-broken father gave her a tight hug, whispering that he loved her before kissing her forehead. As if this had not been cruel enough, barely two weeks later her father would parish in a devastating multiple-car pile-up that would cost four others their lives as well.

    For a few years Annabelle’s mother managed to keep their lifestyle fairly normal, but her former husband’s death had been more shocking than she expected, resulting in her developing a drinking problem that for the most part she managed to hide from those around her. Then the repression hit heavily within their area closing many businesses, including the clothing factory Annabelle’s mother worked for, forcing them to down grade to a small two bedroom house on the outskirts of their town. Yet none of this ever affected the young Annabelle, who managed to keep her sweet charming personality, even when her own mother’ was beginning to spiral into depression. It would take a little over a year for the area to begin to recover, by which time Annabelle would become aware of her mother’s growing problem.

    Chapter One

    Annabelle breathed heavily keeping an even pace, nearly halfway through her morning jog, which she and her mother Rachael had adopted once her mother had left rehab. The painful memories of the year long struggle to convince her mother that she needed help still very vivid within her mind. Today her mother had an Alcoholic anomalous meeting meaning Annabelle was on her own, her long burgundy blonde hair streaming out behind her shining brightly in the late autumn’s sun, as she ran down the narrow country road that bordered the backside of her neighborhood. Though young, Annabelle’s body looked overly mature, particularly within her tightly fitted athletic shirt and shorts.

    At only five foot three inches in height Annabelle had fair tanned cream-tone skin, with angel green eyes that ensnared your soul with a simple smile. Her breasts were a large 34D that were very firm to the touch, along with a well defined curve of her amble bottom. All of which was drawing her a lot of attention as she jogged alongside others, as many in the surrounding communities also used these roads as jogging routes. Whether it be male or female, eyes were drawn her way as she passed, the jostling of her body’s features irresistible to them. The soft beat of pop-music playing within her ears, had the young girl a bit distracted as she merged onto another road, running sideways into another woman coming from the other direction.

    “I’m terribly sorry,” Annabelle said removing her earbuds reaching out to help the older woman back to her feet. Without warning the woman lunged towards Annabelle, who tried to pull back defensively raising her arm. “Oww!” Annabelle cried out as the woman’s fist slammed into her thigh, at first unable to comprehend the odd object that seemed to be sticking into her, until realizing that it was a small syringe whose plunger had been fully depressed. “What was…,” Annabelle words began fading as her world begun spinning around her. A sensation of falling hit just before the void of nothingness consumed her leaving her unconscious.

    The woman nervously raked her shaky hands through her short blonde hair, looking cautiously around to be sure no one was within sight. She reached down grabbing Annabelle’s arms pulling her into a sitting position, with Annabelle’s head resting against her small 32B breasts. Tightly wrapping her arms around Annabelle’s torso, the woman’s petite body struggled slightly as she lifted the unconscious athletically-fit girl up to her feet. A black tinted windowed SUV suddenly came to a screeching halt next to them, the back door flying open revealing a man leaning back from the front seat. The woman whose name was Erica, stumbled slightly as she dragged Annabelle back toward the open door. Were the man who was called Anthony, reached through grabbing the young girl’s limp arms pulling her into the backseat, while Erica maneuvered her legs inside until the door could be closed.

    Erica once more looked around, a nervous look filling her eyes as she hurriedly jump into the front of the SUV. With an excited grin Anthony pulled off trying to look calm as he made his way towards the freeway, Erica on the verge of tears as she stared dismally out of the windshield. “Why are we doing this?” She asked in a timid-tone, causing the grin to fade into a glare, as Anthony turned to meet her nervous gaze. “Because I told you too,” he replied in a slow hard tone, making Erica turn away cowardly staring at the floorboard. Just as fast Anthony’s smile returned as he softly drummed on the steering-wheel, gazing up into the rearview mirror taking in the beauty that laid upon his backseat, her unconscious face turned so that Anthony could easily count every freckle that dawn her fair complexion.

    The two were husband and wife, with some very different values on what that entitled. Anthony at thirty-eight was a brilliant and very charming man, an inventor and entrepreneur worth millions. He also was a sexual sadist that thoroughly enjoyed inflicting pain, yet surprisingly he was very much in love with his wife, and could not bring himself to cause her the pain he truly craved. While Erica at only thirty was very frail-woman after ten years of marriage, at first she had been very independent, but Anthony’s sexual and physical abuse through their marriage had broken her down into his perfect submissive. For most of the day Anthony drove down the freeway, heading towards his home that sat squarely in the middle of a forty square acres of land.

    Just as the sky redden announcing sunset’s arrival, Anthony pulled into his driveway, stopping at the gate entering the access code. His entire property had been walled off, that rose twelve feet in height, lined with spikes evenly spaced along its top. With some of his work there were many corporations that would resort to espionage to acquire them, but the walls now served a newer purpose as of today. He came to a stop out front of a large two story manor, with a gothic architectural style about its windows and spires. The two quickly pulled the still unconscious Annabelle from the backseat, were Anthony carried her within his muscular arms from years of physical labor, up the stairs into a house depositing her within a nearly empty bedroom on the second floor which only contained a bed.

    Being situated within the center of the manor the room had no windows, built by Anthony a few weeks ago for this sole purpose. Anthony laid Annabelle upon the bed, smiling excitedly at the prospects that awaited, studying her angelic body for a moment. Before retrieving a small wooden jewelry box from under the bed opening it to reveal a thick leather collar, spaced evenly along the outside of the collar were a dozen metal brackets with electronic-coils attached, underneath was lined with hundreds of protruding tiny copper prongs barely visible to the naked eye. Anthony carefully worked the collar around Annabelle’s neck, clipping the specially made clasp which required a key that hung from Anthony’s.

    With an approving smile, Anthony turned to find his wife huddled against the door frame, a troubled expression upon her pale face as she stared down at the unconscious girl, who would soon awaken into a real-life nightmare. “Go do something productive,” he snapped as he passed her, making Erica jump at his harsh tone before hurrying off down the hall, as he closed the door behind him. Anthony gave little thought of Annabelle as he went about his normal routine, as if kidnapping was an everyday matter to him. Truthfully he just felt relieved that it was finally over, after months of scheming to cover every angle , it had all gone perfectly to plan making him giddy as he entered his workshop.

    About an hour later Annabelle’s eyes began flickering as she started to come around, frowning from the brightness that forced her to close them. For several moments she looked around puzzled by her desolate surroundings, still very druggy from the effects of the sedative. Yet at the sudden awareness of the throbbing pain coming from her thigh, her memories came flooding back in a flash. Her confusion turn to panic as she jumped from the bed, hurrying towards the door expecting it to be locked, which caused her to pause nervously as it simply opened with a turn of the knob. For a moment a war raged within Annabelle’s head, between her rational mind encouraging her to be cautious, and the blind panic side that continuously screamed for her to run.

    Choosing to trust her instincts Annabelle crept out into the hall, whose oak wooden panels reflected the haunted glow of the overhead light-fixtures. At one end of the hall she could see a set of stairs, with windows revealing a night sky beyond, making her wonder what exactly has been happening to her over the course of the day. As she slowly made her way towards the stairs she passed elegant looking furniture and decor lining the hall, making her feel as if she fallen into a movie scene if not for the sheer terror that filled her veins with adrenaline. Annabelle frowned disconcertingly upon reaching the stairs noticing the thickness of the windowpanes, as she descended she came out at the end of a similar looking hallway. Only now she saw at the far end a wooden door with small windows running along its sides, revealing a lit up porch with a blackened sky beyond.

    Upon seeing a means of escape, Annabelle’s panic took over, as she ran down the hallway passing several open rooms. One of which was a living room where Anthony and Erica sat patiently waiting, Anthony pushed up from the couch they shared, walking out into the hall watching the terrified young girl bounding her way towards the exterior door. An eager smile crept crossed his face as Annabelle reached the foyer, with a potted plant sitting upon a small wooden table marking the center of the room. Just as Annabelle past the barely noticeable plant reaching out to grasp the door knob, she cried out in agony grasping her neck with both hands only causing more pain as her fingers touched the now charged coils.

    Her unresponsive body fell to the floor in a heap, the soft laughter of an amused Anthony ringing in her ears. “You can expect that every time you near a door or window that is off limits,” he stated in a soft tone, walking over kneeling down next to her. His rich blue eyes locking with her pain-filled gaze, “it can also happen if I press the button on my watch.” He added showing her the device attached to his wrist, still laughing softly as he scooped Annabelle up into his arms, carrying her to the living room where Erica sat nervously biting her fingernails watching as her husband laid the girl upon the floor in the center of the room.

    It would only take a few minutes for the numbness to fade, at first Annabelle only could move her fingers, but slowly feeling returned to the rest of her body. Painfully she managed to roll to her side pushing up on her hands staring at the pair that had kidnapped her. “What is this?” Annabelle cried reaching up with her hand feeling the collar secured to her neck, frowning as her fingers failed to find a way to remove it. The whole time Anthony just sat there patiently watching Annabelle struggle with the unyielding clasp, before she finally gave up glaring at Anthony and Erica. Anthony simply smiled harder, while Erica lowered her gaze unable to meet the young girl’s eyes, her soft brown eyes filled with guilt over her actions.

    “Why are you doing this to me?” Annabelle demanded of Anthony, who calmed his laughter down enough to be heard clearly. “First because I so desired too,” he stated matter-of-factly leaning forward with his elbows propped up on his knees. “And secondly you made it easy for me,” he added lifting the lid of a laptop sitting on a nearby coffee-table, which caused the large screen television to come to life behind her. Annabelle’s eyes widened in disbelief as she turned to find herself staring at all of her social media accounts, “everything I needed to know when choosing a new play-toy…,” he went on explaining how her broken home and drunken mother made her a perfect runaway case. “Cases in which police hardly ever put much resources into solving.”

    “Now listen well because I’m only telling you this once,” Anthony went on after a short pause to let the horror of her situation sink into Annabelle, his voice taking on an authoritative-tone as his expressions hardened. “For now on you will obey any of my orders, fail to comply will result in harsh punishment.” Annabelle stared defiantly into Anthony’s eyes only making him more excited at the prospect of breaking this spirited young girl’s will in the end. “Now,” he said leaning back folding his hands behind his head. “Let’s see what you look like under those wrappings,” he ordered smiling eagerly at the shock that filled Annabelle’s face upon hearing this. The amusement faded from Anthony’s face after a moment of Annabelle’s defiantly glaring at him, having made no move to undress for this creepy sociopath.

    Though having fully expected her to resist in the beginning, Anthony still shook his head in disappointment. His soft sigh a worrying concern for his wife, whose eyes pleaded with Annabelle to do as instructed, but Annabelle held nothing but contempt for the woman as she remain completely still. “Aaugh,” Annabelle cried out, as an angry-raged Anthony lunged from the couch, crossing the room in a flash grasping Annabelle by the throat. Squeezing just enough to cut Annabelle’s breathing off, causing panic to quickly replaced her defiance as she desperately clawed at his hand. “I see that I’m just going to have to disciplined you, make you understand just how severely you will wish that you had comply to me.” He held his grasp with an impressive show of strength, releasing her so she could take a raspy gasp for air, before backhanding her so hard that she was flung to the side before falling to the floor covering her face.

    He had to give her credit for keeping from crying like a baby, slowly pushing up with one hand still covering her left eye, which she knew would be blackened by the vicious blow. “Get this bitch undressed and meet me in the bathroom, while I’ll go and setup her punishment for later.” He told his wife who nodded quickly jumping from the couch replying, “yes sir,” in a apprehensive tone before Anthony disappeared down the hall. Once she was sure he was out of sight, Erica hurried to Annabelle’s side kneeling reaching out grasping her arm to help her stand. “Get off me,” Annabelle spat pulling away from Erica as she still covered her bruised cheek. “Please don’t resist him,” Erica pleaded with Annabelle, who stared up at Erica with hatred filling her gaze. “He’ll punish me as well,” Erica explained. “So what?” Erica frowned at Annabelle’s responds, pain filling her voice as she added, “but you’re the expendable one.”

    The shock of Erica’s words made Annabelle completely forget about the pain in her cheek, the rational side of her mind pushing through the forethought of Annabelle’s panicked thoughts, coming to the sad realization that at least for now she really had no other choice. Reluctantly she reached down grabbing the hem of her shirt, hesitating slightly feeling degraded even considering complying. Erica’s soft hands covered Annabelle’s, encouraging the terrified young girl to continue as she helped her removed her shirt, athletic bra, jogging shorts, before finally her panties. Annabelle sat shamefully trying to cover herself from Erica’s gaze, “don’t do that, or you’ll only make your punishment that much worse.” Erica explained, turning for the hall.

    “Come on,” Erica called after her. “He won’t be happy with either of us, if he beats us to the bathroom.” She advised leading Annabelle through the house to the master bathroom where they quietly waited until Anthony strolled in. At first Annabelle instinctively went to cover herself, but composed with a warning glance from Erica, who had moved to stand by Anthony side as he moved closer to Annabelle. He admired her young unblemished body as he slowly circled her, loving her large breasts and meaty ass cheeks, though finding a few issues with her appearance. For starters Annabelle had a neat trimmed bush of pubic hair hiding her delicate petals, which Anthony felt any pubic hair on a woman was outright disgusting.

    “Relieve yourself,” he told Annabelle before turning to his wife. “Once she’s finished get her thoroughly cleaned, and get rid of that mess. “He added pointing towards Annabelle’s crotch, before turning back to Annabelle circling around behind her. “I rather like her long hair,” he stated raking his fingers along her scalp, “but I don’t like it loose. Once it’s dry, braid it into a tight ponytail.” He suddenly laughed moving back in front of Annabelle meeting her gaze, “something to hold onto later.” He smiled seeing her disgusted at his cruel comment, before turning back to his wife. “Once all that is finished give her a thorough cleansing, then call me for inspection,” he finished leaving them to their orders. “We better get started,” Erica said nudging Annabelle towards the toilet, while she went about getting the shower warm.

    Annabelle took a bit of work to over come the pre-shyness of having Erica present, frowning in surprise as Erica began undressing once she had the water comfortable feeling. “What..,” Annabelle mumbled before her words faded from her lips upon seeing the red whelps that ran along Erica’s back. Which horrified Annabelle to see that they continued down the back of her legs and inner thighs, as Erica was not permitted to wear any undergarments. Annabelle’s jaw dropped as Erica turned revealing even more whelps to her breasts and cleanly-shaved pussy. “Is he going to do that to me?” Annabelle asked in a hollow tone as she slowly got up flushing the toilet, causing Erica to frowned disconcertingly saying. “And much worse,” she simply stated waving for Annabelle to enter the shower.

    To Annabelle’s humiliation Erica personally went about washing her body being extremely thorough as instructed, her hands touching places only ever been touched before by Annabelle. Causing the young girl to cringe back from Erica’s touch, “I am sorry,” she told Annabelle who rolled her eyes. “I’ve really tried to give him the pleasure he craves, but several years ago he grew flustered as you can see.” Annabelle frowned as she stared down at Erica’s bruised body. “The anticipation got him highly aroused last night, he got a bit carried away…,” Annabelle stared at her in disbelief, “a bit.” She questioned, though Erica paid little mind to her words as she went back to washing Annabelle.

    Once Erica was sure she had Annabelle cleaned the two got out, were Erica first went about drying Annabelle off before doing the same for herself. Pulling out a blow dryer, Erica spent several minutes working her fingers through Annabelle’s damp hair which was plastered to the sides of her neck and back. It would take twenty minutes for Erica to first dry, then carefully work Annabelle’s long hair into a tight braid that stopped mid-way along her back. “Sit back on the counter and spread your legs,” Erica asked watching a disgruntle Annabelle turn before lifting herself back onto the cabinet, reluctantly opening her legs until the the hair parted revealing her precious folds.

    Annabelle stiffened as Erica pulled out an old-fashion style straight razor, which Erica noticed once more apologizing as she explained, “it’s the only type of razor he will allow. I assure you that I will be careful,” she added watching Annabelle relax slightly, as she cautiously watched the older woman’s work. Though Annabelle far from trusted Erica, a part of her instincts told her that she was at least not her enemy like Anthony clearly was. “There,” Erica said upon finishing. Watching as Annabelle stared down between her legs suddenly seeming like she was twelve years old again, only now with massive tits that nearly blocked her pussy from view.

    “Alright, stand up and brace yourself against the cabinet, then bend over with your legs a part.”

    Erica instructed frowning as Annabelle resisted before complying, Erica pulled out from underneath the cabinet an enema pouch and dispenser tube, along with a vaginal douche package placing them on the cabinet. Turning the water on allowing it to warm, Erica open the douche assembling it before working the applicator tip between Annabelle’s folds, being sure not to insert it too far as Erica knew that Annabelle was still a virgin. Despite many of her peers striving desperately to get into her pants, though Annabelle had yet to find that special person to charm them off. Now it would seem that she would in fact never get that chance, as Anthony fully intend on deflowering the young morsel.

    Not caring about the backwash from Annabelle’s pussy that splattered against the tile floor, Erica next filled the enema pouch before grabbing the jar of Vaseline coating the applicator lightly. Annabelle jerked as she felt Erica greased finger slowly working circles along the outside of her rectum, trying to relax the muscles before she gently work the applicator into Annabelle’s ass, twisting the valve letting the warm water fill her bowels. At first Annabelle felt a slight warmth spreading through her, before she got the sudden feeling of needing to use the toilet badly as the last of the water filled her. “Clinch up as I remove the applicator,” Erica advised pulling the tube free pleased that Annabelle’s rectum seal tightly upon its removal without a drop leaking.

    “You can stand up, but you need to hold that for at least ten minutes,” Erica explained noticing the annoyed glare Annabelle gave her within the mirror. “It’s not that bad,” Erica added having to go through the same routine twice a week. Mercifully time seem to pass quickly, and all to soon Annabelle found herself cringing upon the toilet, as she grimaced from the bazaar sensations she was having until the last of the water and shit poured free of her system. The entire time Erica paid little attention to the sounds coming from Annabelle, as she was more focus with mopping the floor clean.

    As instructed upon finishing, Erica called for Anthony, who entered a moment later once more slowly circling Annabelle taking in her braided hair and shaved cunt. “Sexy,” he commented smiling approvingly coming to a stop in front of Annabelle. “There are a few rules that you will obey,” he stated holding Annabelle’s gaze as he continued. “One, you are forbidden to wear any form of clothing unless otherwise instructed to do so by me. Two,” he went on not even giving her time to fully register his words. “Your body is mind to do with as I see fit,” he grasped a hold of her left nipple aggressively twisting it to emphasize his point. “And the third you are aware of, you will obey your orders or be punished. Speaking of which,” he added with a devious smile pressing the button upon his watch.

    Annabelle cried out as the coils once more became electrified as they worked similar to that of a wireless charger, discharging a much stronger jolt that instantly rendered Annabelle unconscious before she even hit the floor. Anthony effortlessly lifted her into his arms carrying her through the house to one of his playrooms, which he lovingly referred to as the Disciplinarium. A fitting name as the room was mostly bare except for the walls which were covered in belts of various shapes and thicknesses, along with whips of all makes, canes and wooden rods also in various thicknesses. Yet it was the strange contraption positioned within the center of the room that drew Anthony’s gaze, as he gently laid Annabelle down upon the floor, an excitement spreading across his face at what was about to happen.

    Chapter Two

    Erica, who had not got redressed knowing that her husband would only punish her if she had, stood by the door with a perplexed look upon her face. Gazing questioningly towards the strange contraption, though she was used to many of Anthony’s custom made sexual restraining racks, as well as other implements of his own design. She had never seen this particular rack with part of it being a wooden pillory, where Anthony positioned Annabelle’s head and wrists before locking them in place securing it with a padlock trapping the unconscious girl. The pillory only sat a few inches off the floor meaning Annabelle should be laying flat on her stomach, yet another part consisting of steel pipes connected together to form a brace, which had been forced under Annabelle’s abdomen lifting the girl’s sexy ass straight up into the air.

    Several thinner pipes had been assembled so that they protruded along Annabelle’s inner thighs, forcing her legs open exposing her untouched holes. Erica was further puzzled as Anthony retrieved a piece of sheet metal, threading the thinner pipes through holes drilled into the sheet metal sliding it down until it pressed up firmly against the back of Annabelle’s legs. Acting as both a means of restraining Annabelle, but more importantly protection for her virgin cunt from his intended punishment. Anthony stood back once he had fastened the sheet metal into place, admiring how inviting Annabelle’s raised ass look for anyone of the many tools that dawn the walls. Pleased with his work Anthony left returning with a dining room chair, which he placed against the wall directly in front of Annabelle. Where he sat down snapping for Erica to join him, who quickly moved to his side dropping to the floor where he gently went about stroking her short locks while calmly waiting for Annabelle to come around.

    Less than ten minutes later Annabelle arose, immediately becoming aware of her immobilized condition, struggling to free herself unaware just how secured she was. “You’re awake,” Anthony commented noticing Annabelle fighting fruitlessly. At the sound of his voice Annabelle stopped looking over at the duo, Anthony rose from the chair kneeling down in front of Annabelle’s face so that she could clearly see his. “Since this is your first punishment, I’ve decided to go easy on you.” Annabelle might have believed him if not for the amused laughter that followed his sadistic grin, as he rose moving behind her out of sight. Erica frowned unsure what was about to happen, as she watched her husband disappear through a second door that led out into an attached garage.

    Returning a few short minutes later, accompanied by four of his twelve German-Shepherds, Erica’s jaw dropped as she finally grasp her husband’s intentions. Though still unaware of the dogs, Annabelle’s heart nearly stopped upon seeing the terror in Erica’s eyes, as she briefly looked over meeting Annabelle’s gaze before looking away. Guilty that she was relieved that it was not to be her. Upon seeing Annabelle’s inviting position the leader of the pack bound forward, burying his snout between Annabelle’s ass cheeks. As the dog’s long moist tongue shot out pressing against her anus, it went about licking her recently cleansed asshole, yet still able to taste the tarty twang of her bowels as he devoured Annabelle’s rose-bud.

    One of the dogs circled around Annabelle following Anthony as he retook his chair in anticipation of the show that awaited him, moving out in front of her making it clear what was about to happen. Once more she fought to free herself, only instead of getting free she caused Anthony to grow even more aroused than he had been. Instincts took hold as the dog bound up onto Annabelle’s back, locking his front paws around the pipe and her thighs. Annabelle cried out begging Anthony not to let this happen, who only smiled eagerly watching as the dog went about hunching his hindquarters against her meaty upturned ass. Annabelle felt his fur-covered sheath brushing between her ass cheeks, and the pointing tip of the dog’s cock bumping against her flesh just south of her puckering sphincter.

    Several more times the warm tip poked around Annabelle’s opening in search of it, who stared pleading with Anthony and Erica to stop this, yet neither moved to aid her as suddenly the dog’s tip found its target. Upon feeling his cock’s tip penetrating Annabelle’s reluctant opening, the dog violently force his full girth up inside Annabelle’s bowels, causing her to cry out in pain from the sudden invasion. Due to her mother having a severe allergy to dogs, Annabelle had little experience outside of her few friends who own them, particularly unaware when it came to a male dog’s anatomy. Resulting in Annabelle foolishly being grateful that the dog’s penis was so small, a notion that she was about to realize was false as she was about to get an agonizing crash course in dog-mating practices.

    At first she could not believe the near frantic pace the dog pounded her, as his cock was a jackhammer, Annabelle’s eyes suddenly widened as she felt the dog’s flaccid cock beginning to swell within her. Going from a thin two inch long stick, to nearly six inches in length with a girth of two inches when he was fully erected, feeling as if a blazing broomstick was drilling her inners. Only now was she just beginning to realize that that was the least of her concerns. As she began feeling the base of the dog’s cock continuing to swell, painfully pulling at her sphincter upon his outward thrust, before driving it forcefully back home causing Annabelle to whimper. As she groan from the force of the dog’s thrusting, she began feeling a tingling that started from her vaginal walls, slowly spreading through Annabelle who quickly recognized that she was getting aroused. A realization that sickened her as she fought to hide her growing state, but Anthony already knew as he gazed excitingly into Annabelle’s agonized eyes.

    In disbelief Annabelle continued to feel the dog’s knot growing, working its way towards baseball size. For a time the dog painfully yank his erected penis from her bowels, before filling her with his full girth, then suddenly the bulbous knot was unable to pull free of her muscular-ring. Resulting in the feeling that the dog was trying to rip her guts out through her asshole, until violently burying his cock deep within Annabelle’s rectum. A torrent of his burning hot semen erupted from his cock, causing Annabelle to moan in discomfort as he never seem to stop cumming.

    Even more disconcerting was the realization that she would be tied with the animal for several long moments, before he could manage to painfully rip his deflating cock from her ass. Anthony was already standing behind her so that he could take several pictures, showing them excitedly to Annabelle who could not believe her ass could gape open so widely. She had not even had a chance to recover from the first dog, when suddenly she felt the next one’s tongue digging deep into her loosen ass, instinctively trying to clean the other dog’s semen so that his could have the best possible chance of impregnating the apparent willing bitch before him. Then he too lunged up onto her back working his hindquarters until he buried his flaccid cock up Annabelle’s ass.

    For the next hour and a half Annabelle was violently taken by the remaining two dogs, until they too had filled her bowels with their burning cum, before Anthony finally led them out of the room. Upon his return he toss a key to Erica, ordering her to release Annabelle which took Erica several minutes to figure out how. Once free Annabelle fell to the floor beside what Anthony had dubbed the bitch-rack, her abused ass throbbing worse when she tried to move even the slightest bit. “Let’s see if that ass has taught you anything,” Anthony said retaking his chair. “Come here bitch,” he called out snapping his fingers watching amusingly as Annabelle painfully tried to get to her feet. “No, crawl on your hands and knees like the dog you are.” He demanded seeing humiliation upon Annabelle’s face as she pushed up into position slowly moving towards him.

    “Now sit back on your heels with your arms kept behind your back,” as Annabelle sat back Anthony smiled leaning forwards pinching her nipples tightly between his fingers making Annabelle grimace. “Now lay back,” he instructed Annabelle testing her obedience. “Aww,” Annabelle moaned as she slowly leaned back feeling her nipples stretching. Anthony smiled comically releasing her nipples watching as Annabelle fell backwards, “spread your legs and don’t move.” It sickened Annabelle to willingly expose herself, which worsened as she watched Anthony lean forward feeling one of his knuckles raking up between her moist folds. A fair amount of her fluids clinging to his knuckle causing him to laugh as he held it up in front of Annabelle’s face.

    “I think you like being ass-fucked by those dogs,” Anthony teased seeing the shame that filled Annabelle’s eyes. She could not understand how her body could respond to such a violent and painful invasion, tears filling the corners of her eyes as even under Anthony’s intense gaze found herself aroused, disgusting her desperately wishing to deny what she was experiencing. “Lick it clean,” Anthony demanded, Annabelle hesitated at first, having never had any inkling to taste her own juices before. Instantly regretting it as Anthony’s eyes hardened in disappointment, Annabelle quickly complied, frowning at how sweet she tasted having been expecting a more disgusting flavor.

    Though sympathetic to Annabelle’s sexual inexperience, Anthony still needed to punish her, but decided to have a bit of enjoyment first. Rising to his feet Anthony instructed Annabelle to slide back towards the center of the room, before turning to his wife who was still sitting beside the chair. “Straddle her head, and bury your cunt into that bitch’s face,” he ordered, Erica nodding timidly getting to her feet moving over to Annabelle. “Turn so i can see the pleasure coursing through your beautiful eyes,” he added retaking his seat watching as Erica knelt down with her pussy directly over Annabelle’s mouth.

    Erica eased down until she felt Annabelle’s tongue reluctantly reach out touching her outer folds, almost instantly Annabelle felt Erica’s folds moisten clearly excited by Annabelle eating her cunt. Annabelle had no clue what she was doing, as she herself had never had such an act preformed on her to know what felt good or not. Anthony allowed Annabelle’s tongue to fumble about Erica’s folds for a few minutes, before deciding it was time to carry out Annabelle’s next punishment. Roughly grabbing her ankles pushing them towards Annabelle’s chest, lifting her lower torso off the floor. “Hold her ankles,” he told Erica, “and use yours to pin her wrists against the floor.” Annabelle fought the panic that threatened to tear free of her chest, as she was once more partially restrained knowing something bad was coming.

    Now with Annabelle in his desired position, Anthony walked over to the back-wall, grabbing one of the whips which had a wide thick leather strap attached to a wooden handle nearly equal in length. As he returned Erica looked away feeling shame that she was grateful that it was not her about to receive what she knew to be painful. Flinching as the first crack of the strap slapping harshly down between Annabelle’s legs. If not for Erica pinning her down, Annabelle would have jumped cleanly through the roof when the agonizing pain shot from her crotch straight to her core, her scream muffled by Erica’s ass pushing down harder over Annabelle’s face.

    Five more times Anthony would slapped the strap across Annabelle’s slit, speaking a single word upon each hit saying, “always obey me or else.” The final blow a much harder swing that caused Annabelle to widely buck under Erica’s weight almost managing to knock Erica off her before she regain control, desperately she fought to hold Annabelle’s violently-shaking body down. “Enough, let her up.” Anthony told Erica who moved to sit beside Annabelle, who rolled to her side balling up with her hands press tightly to her abuse pussy. Tears poured from her eyes having never experienced such pain to such a sensitive area, after a few moments Annabelle slowly pushed up onto her arms afraid what would be next.

    “Both of you kneel in front of me,” he demanded retaking his chair, watching both girls crawl submissively. Annabelle’s legs shaking from the intense pain moving caused her, but she refused to stop understanding Erica’s words from early a lot better now. “Time for me to have a little pleasure,” he told Annabelle as he went about unfastening his dress pants, freeing his fully erect cock from his boxers. Annabelle’s eyes widened, having never seen a fully engorged penis before, shyly looking away before curiosity got the best of her. Anthony was larger than an average man with a length of ten inches, and a girth of about three inches making it appear so much more menacing to the inexperienced young girl. He smiled holding his cock by his base watching Annabelle unconsciously staring intently at his manhood.

    “Touch it,” Anthony encouraged, grateful to have actually managed to find someone so naive with sex as Annabelle in this day and age. Apprehensively Annabelle met Anthony’s gaze, swallowing nervously as her right hand timidly reached out, unable to believe what she was about to do despite her sexual-curiosity hazing her thoughts. With a shaky finger, Annabelle touch the spongy texture of Anthony’s crown, causing him to smile in amusement. Erica could not believe how Anthony was so calm, letting Annabelle slowly explore at her own pace, with no signs of impatient or over-eagerness like he usually was.

    “Here,” Anthony told her softly taking her hand into his, moving it until he had her fingers wrapped around his shaft, before demonstrating on how hard she should squeeze. Guiding Annabelle on how to stroke him enjoyingly, moaning as he released her hand letting her to continue on her own. His head fell back amused by the cruel but somewhat satisfying handjob she was capable of providing, just one of many things he had plans on how to teach her properly. “Give me your other hand,” he demanded lifting his had to stare down at her guiding it to his testicles. “Rolled them about like dice at a crap’s table,” he instructed seeing the shame that filled Annabelle’s face as she complied. Feeling her own body beginning to grow hotter, her pussy a dripping mess sickening her for finding anything about this situation arousing.

    “Enough!” He called after a few minutes slapping her hand away. “It wasn’t your hands that I really wanted pleasure from,” he smiled chuckling softly as he grabbed the top of Annabelle’s head painfully. Forcefully pulling her head towards him causing her to stumble hastily forward on her knees, having to brace her hands upon his legs as he pulled her down over his lap, until she was just inches from his cock which he was aiming towards her mouth. “Now open,” he ordered suddenly tightening his grasp forcing her to cry out, as he painfully bent her head back until she had to meet his sudden hardened eyes as he warned. “And if I so much as fill even a trace of your teeth against my skin, I’ll let the entire pack of dogs have their way with you as many times as they so desire.”

    Annabelle swallowed nervously nodding, opening her mouth as he had ordered. Anthony slowly guided his cock into her mouth, moaning at the sensation of her warm moist tongue running along the underside of his cock. Then his head pressed into the back of Annabelle’s throat causing her to flinch, gagging as he held her head in place. “Swallow,” he instructed, but Annabelle was struggling to breathe and was panicking trying to pull away. “Swallow, ” he repeated slapping her face to get her complete attention, and with little other options Annabelle complied, her eyes widened in surprise as she felt his cock beginning to slip into her throat, as he forced the last of his cock into her mouth until her lips pressed up into his pubic hairs. Anthony held her head still for a brief moment, then he let her pull back to gasp for air, before impaling her throat once more.

    Anthony grabbed Annabelle’s head with both hands to better control her, only allowing her to pull back when panic filled her eyes, finding her desperate gasps for air irresistible sounding. “I can see that your going to become quite the cock-sucking whore,” Anthony joked, laughing at the shame that filled Annabelle’s eyes, “but that’s not now.” Annabelle cried out as he suddenly yanked her head back, pulling her to his left side forcing her to lay her head upon his lap. Snapping at his wife who moved to his other side, grasping her husband’s cock taking it right in her throat with a single effort. Sucking as she quickly withdraw her mouth before engulfing him fully once more, surprising Annabelle that someone could move so fast while taking that monster down their throat.

    “Watch and learn what is expected of a professional,” he told Annabelle, who could not take her eyes from what Erica was doing, her sexual curiosity becoming a more dominant influence within her mind. “Switch,” Anthony suddenly groaned, feeling his ballsack tightening as he struggled to hold off cumming, until once more buried down Annabelle’s throat. Six massive spurts of cum erupted from his cock, causing Annabelle to nearly gag from the force of it shooting down her gullet into her stomach. Anthony sighed softly resting his head back against the wall for a moment, before looking at his watch smiling excitedly at the time. “Well,” he exaggerated comically. “it’s finally time for me to make you mine,” he told Annabelle who did not need to be a genius to understand his meaning.

    Chapter Three

    After nearly a year of fantasizing about kidnapping and claiming a virgin, Anthony had come up with some pretty creative fantasies, all of which were ritualistic in nature. When he stumbled upon Annabelle’s social media accounts, realizing that she met his requirements perfectly. His imagination began reshaping his fantasies to better fit Annabelle’s appearance, her fiery hair in particular reminded him of a jpeg with a hellish concept that seem to call to all of Anthony’s true desires, and would require much thought on how to recreate it within a real world being that hell was a bit out of reach. Now all that research, construction, and patiently waiting was rapidly coming to completion. “Take her into the kitchen for a lite snack,” Anthony ordered Erica. “Then meet me in our bedroom while she eats,” he went on excitement radiating from him as he left the room ahead of them.

    Erica quickly led Annabelle to the kitchen retrieving a small cheese-plate from the fridge, placing it on the table before turning to leave, “what’s going to happened?” Annabelle asked hastily, causing Erica to pause as a sorrow expression befell her face, “he’s going to take your virginity.” Erica replied causing Annabelle to roll her eyes in annoyance, “I already know that,” she barked agitated that Erica thought her that stupid. “How?” She asked fear creeping into her voice. Truthfully Erica did not know which she explained watching as misery consumed Annabelle’s eyes, “will I survive it?” Erica frowned dismally looking towards the stairs knowing Anthony would be irritated by her taking so long, ” I don’t know, but you better eat up. You might not get another chance to do so tonight,” she warned before fleeing from the room feeling sick to her stomach.

    Annabelle stared at the empty door for a moment, before slumping back into one of the chairs. Though not remotely hungry, Annabelle picked up a slice of cheese, heeding Erica’s warning as she went about picking at the plate. About twenty minutes later Erica returned, only now she was wearing a tightly fitted lavender-colored corset that made her small breasts appear a full cup-size large. With a pair of knee-high Stiletto boots in a matching color, and nothing else leaving her pussy and ass exposed, to her credit Erica did not struggle with the six inches heels walking. Anthony joined them about ten minutes later, still wearing the same dress shirt and pants, a large duffel bag hanging from his shoulder.

    Placing the bag upon the table he took the chair next to Annabelle, where he gently encouraged her to finish off what was left on the plate, while waiting patiently for her to do so. “Stand up and hold out your hands,” Anthony ordered pulling a pair of velcro restraining-cuffs securing Annabelle’s wrists, before retrieving the bag snapping his fingers for them to follow him. He disabled the electronic-barrier with his watch before opening the back door, upon seeing the open yard Annabelle froze fearful of the collar shocking her. Which at first made Anthony mad until he realized he had not explained that he could disable the barrier at will. “But you better hurry up because it resets after a short time,” he warned after doing so, watching in delight as a nervous expression filled Annabelle’s face, as she quickly stepped through the door shivering at the sudden cool breeze.

    The breeze was an important part for Anthony, who could not actual use fire and brimstone like it had appeared within the jpeg. Fortunately for Anthony, nature had other means in which to produce similar sensations within a person. They walked out into a large fenced off portion of the back yard, “I wouldn’t consider running if I was you,” Anthony said noticing a calculating expression upon Annabelle’s face as she gaze out into the yard. “The fence is another border for the electronic-barrier you experienced earlier,” Anthony explained, causing Annabelle’s head to drop in disappointment.

    “Plus,” he added with an excited grin. “It wouldn’t even kick in until after your pass the fence, and I wonder what they would do to your unresponsive body.” He laughed nodding towards the pack of dogs just beyond the fence. At first Annabelle had not noticed them, but she could easily spot the four who had violently deflowered her asshole, the leader staring intently towards her with an almost eager expression to his face she thought. Anthony led them out into the center of the yard, where a large stone slab sat with a tall-narrow pine just a few feet away. Annabelle was disconcerned upon noticing chains attached to the rock, with an additional chain hanging down from one of the tree’s branches. Anthony dropped his bag upon reaching the hanging chain, turning to grab Annabelle’s hands, harshly yanking her arms up above her head so that he could attach them to the chain.

    Annabelle had to stand on her tippy-toes to keep her full weight off her wrists, which Anthony made more difficult by attaching a spreader-bar to her ankles, lastly pulling a blindfold from his pocket covering her eyes not wanting her to see anything still having much to setup. “It’s not all about our pleasure,” he whispered softly into her ear. Having been partially informed on what was going to happen, Erica walked over dropping to her knees in front of Annabelle. Using Annabelle’s thighs for support, she leaned forward and licked along Annabelle’s outer-folds, causing Annabelle’s breath to catch in her throat from the sudden intense sensation.

    Anthony left Erica to her work walking over to a gate where he retrieve two of the bounding dogs, leading them inside the fence before tying them to stakes a short distance away. He then collected two large glass mugs from his bag, smiling joyfully at the disgusted grimace his wife gave him as she rose taking them from him, before walking over to the dogs kneeling down beside them. It sickened her to reach out and grasp one of the dogs’ furry sheaths, slowly working her hand along it until his flaccid cock began protruding. Turning her face away at the warmth sticky feel of the thin stick like cock, before it slowly began growing within her hand under her manipulation, hold one of the glasses at the ready to capture the dog’s semen when he came.

    While Erica went about milking the dog Anthony had moved in front of Annabelle, grasping her left breast sucking her hardened nipple between his lips, while his other hand moved to explore her moistened cunt causing Annabelle to moan out. He only wanted to keep her in a heighten state of arousal, carefully watching her reactions so that he could keep her from cumming. Both their heads turned at the sudden whimpering of the nearby dog, who filled nearly half the glass while Erica stared at the baseball-size knot within her hand, unable to believe Annabelle had taken such a beast within her. She moved to the next dog quickly working him to orgasm, before carrying the now full mug back to Anthony who smiled eagerly taking the warm feeling glass.

    While Erica went back to fill the next glass, Anthony clamped his hand down over Annabelle’s face pinching off her nose forcing her head back slightly. He brought the glass up to her lips so that the second she opened her mouth to breathe he began pouring the hot syrup-like cum down her throat. The moment the acidic copper taste hit her tongue Annabelle gagged realizing what it had to be, sickening her at the thought, but some how managing to keep from puking as she swallowed desperate for air. Three more times she forced herself to gulp down the seamlessly never ending stream, until finally Anthony stepped back releasing her face expecting her to throw up, instead she simply hung from her restraints coughing to clear her throat so she could breathe.

    Tossing the empty mug away Anthony took the next one from Erica, who stepped back staring towards the ground unwilling to watch as he forced this glass down Annabelle’s gullet. Once more leaving her coughing while gasping for air, “you are living up to my fantasy perfectly so far.” He said kissing her forehead, allowing her a few moments to recover while he retrieved a ball-gag. Once her breathing had calmed, he fastened the gag into place before returning to his bag, where he pulled out a bull-whip which Anthony carefully designed. It was crafted so that it was only capable of a fourth of an average bull-whip’s speed, with its cracker made from a much softer material to keep from breaking skin, yet still able of producing a devastating impact.

    Erica’s jaw dropped upon seeing the whip, quickly rushing to her husband’s side grabbing his arm, yet a menacing glare was all it took for her to retreat back lowering her eyes knowing she was going to be punished later. Ever since the idea of using a bull-whip had crept within Anthony’s mind, he went about taking classes to learn how to properly control the whip, needing the ability to precisely hit his intended target spots. His instructor had joked one day during practice about how quickly Anthony was learning, amusing Anthony knowing that the man was completely unaware of his true intentions for his training, which in itself had aroused Anthony making this moment even more pleasurable than he expected.

    Poor Annabelle had no way of knowing what was about to happen, which is what Anthony had wanted, not even the whooshing sound of the whip moving through the air was any form of warning to her. The first strike hit just below her right shoulder, running diagonally down her back before ending just above her left ass cheek. At first the blow had been overwhelming that it took a second for it to register with Annabelle, whose eyes suddenly clinch tightly shut as a high pitch scream ripped from her throat, only marginally muffled by the gag. With the sheer size of his property, along with the overgrowth of trees that surround it, Anthony was not concern with his distance neighbors hearing anything.

    Hanging from her restraints Annabelle gasped between tears as the pain was undescribable, bracing upon hearing the whooshing of the next blow. This time it started on her opposite shoulder, while the next was more vertical across her middle back. After a dozen strikes angry red whelps were quick to develop after each impact, each five times the width of the whip’s tip, her throat severely irritated from her continuous screeches and screaming. Anthony continued a dozen more times across her ass cheeks and thighs, Annabelle only vaguely aware of his soft laughter until it began growing louder as he walked over to her, pulling the blindfold free revealing her bloodshot tear-filled eyes.

    Which widened upon spotting the whip Anthony dragged along the ground behind him, as he moved to stand in front of her. Grimacing, Annabelle begun struggling against her restraints realizing that it was not yet finished. Cracking the whip at his sides, Anthony torment Annabelle for a moment, several times whipping it so that it snapped just centimeters in front of Annabelle’s face, causing her to jerk back against her restraints. To her disbelief she spotted that the front of Anthony’s pants was fully tented from his erection, Erica even believed it seemed larger than it normally was, neither able to understand how this could excite him. Not that Annabelle had time to give it much thought, for Anthony having grown tired of playing around, flicked the whip so that it snap down across her left breasts, before quickly doing the same to her right, making sure both times her nipples had been inline with the cracker.

    He quickly moved on to her stomach, angling the whip so that it would crack down across portions of Annabelle’s pussy, earning a bloodcurdling screaming that finally ended when she blacked out. Though a bit disappointed that it had not lasted longer, Anthony dropped the whip down next to his bag, more than satisfied knowing that this was only just the start of tonight’s fun. “Let’s get a beer,” he told his wife laying his arms over her shoulders, leading her back inside, but the moment they entered Anthony violently shoved Erica forward. Who slammed into the dining table before being forced to bend over it, as Anthony went about repeatedly slapping her ass saying, “never get between my desires and that bitch again. She is mine to do with as I wish,” Anthony growled before walking over grabbing two beers, handing one to Erica as he quickly finished his off.

    Anthony retrieved four water bottles from the fridge placing them next to the stone slab once back outside, moving back to where Annabelle’s limp body hung, struggling a bit as he tried to free her restraints from the chain. Anthony wrapped an arm around Annabelle just before she dropped loose, lifting her into his arms carrying her over to the rock slab, placing her upon the cold smooth surface. Shackles had been precisely drilled and secured to the corners, which Anthony locked into place upon Annabelle’s wrists and ankles. He retrieved two more velcro bands from his bag wrapping them around Annabelle’s thighs just above her knees, thin cotton ropes had been attached to the bands, the ends of which Anthony had fed through rings drilled to the stone’s sides spreading Annabelle’s legs as wide as the shackles would allow.

    Stepping back Anthony smiled as Annabelle nearly perfectly resembled his twisted fantasy, of a helpless virgin being sacrifice to a beastly demon upon a large stone slab. Nearly because in his fantasy a consuming fire covered the girl, who could feel the flame’s severity without it touching or marring her flesh with burns. A cruel smile spread across his face as he reached over uncapping one of the water bottles, before pouring it right over the unconscious girl’s chest who instantly came around screeching in agony as she felt as if she was on fire. Anthony poured the next bottle over Annabelle’s pelvis and thighs laughing cruelly, amused at watching her struggle against the unyielding shackles. Annabelle’s body violently shivered as he went about covering nearly every inch of her with the remaining bottles, before going about unbuttoning his dress-shirt letting it fall to the ground, before kicking off his shoes finishing with his dress pants and boxes.

    He moved to stand at Annabelle’s feet where he retrieved a small tube from his pant’s pocket, which puzzled Erica who had been silently watching in horror at the ordeal Annabelle was enduring. As Anthony opened the cap, Erica saw that a condom had been forced inside. As he removed it, she noticed a red powder falling from it to the ground. Anthony worked the seasoned condom over his throbbing cock, before carefully climbing up on the stone moving over top of Annabelle, who was too focused on the agonizing burning sensation that the breeze caused her. Until Anthony’s excited face suddenly loomed over top of her, more aroused than he had ever been before in his life, he knew that he was not going to be able to hold out for very long.

    Grasping the base of his cock Anthony moved his head into position between Annabelle’s folds, using his weight to force his aching cock straight through her hymen before his pelvis slapped loudly against hers. Annabelle first grimaced from the tearing pain of her hymen, before her eyes suddenly bulged as a burning sensation unlike anything she had experienced before, lit her vaginal wall up causing a bloodcurdling scream to nearly deafened Anthony. He held perfectly still for several minutes wanting as much of the paprika to absorb inside her cunt, before pulling out until only his head remained. Annabelle thrashed about under him, crying hard as she desperately wished for an end to her anguish.

    As Anthony had predicted he only managed three strong thrusts before he suddenly stiffen upon Annabelle, nearly busting through the condom as he erupted. Momentarily blinded by the intensity of his release, groaned in sheer pleasure before collapsing upon Annabelle’s frigid body. It would take several minutes of harsh breathing before Anthony would regain his composure, the entire time Annabelle continued agonizingly thrashing from the mind-splitting pain the paprika caused, even when Anthony finally pulled out the pain only seemed to worsen. Anthony moved off Annabelle, watching her for a long time enjoying the agony he had forced upon her young body, but it still was not over with yet. Removing the condom he turned it inside-out before dumping his semen over her face, laughing harshly as she cringed as it pooled in her tear-stained eyes.

    Anthony wasted little time in re-dressing, letting Annabelle squirm in agony for several long minutes before retrieving the water hose. Using it to flush out Annabelle’s pussy, which would still take some time before the pain would begin to subside. Still breathing heavily from his intense orgasm, Anthony slowly walked over to his wife pulling her into his arms, kissing her deeply before resting his cheek against hers. “Now it’s your turn to claim the bitch,” Anthony whispered into Erica’s ear, causing her to pull back confused. “I didn’t want to ruin all the fun and surprises,” he said with a smile, in which Erica saw a level of cruelty she had never seen within him before.

    Taking his wife’s hand Anthony led her over to his bag pulling out the final item, a strap-on with a very special dildo attachment that caused Erica’s jaw to drop. It had the same length and girth as Anthony’s own cock, but heavily inspired by the feline’s barbed penis, he created this dildo to have thousands of millimeter long flexible spikes running along its shaft. Even more terrifying was that Anthony had taken it a step further by adding several inch long stiffer spikes which protruded straight out from its tip, with an additional centralized spike half an inch longer which would penetrate the young girl’s cervix. Erica shook her head unable to fathom words to comprehend how he could enjoy this abusiveness act, frowning as he moved her close to the rock slab.

    Helping her step into the harness before tightening it into place, Anthony gently grasped Erica’s chin forcing her to meet his gaze. “Remember last week when we finished working out how to kidnap her?” He asked, Erica nodded knowing that he was referring to the merciless pounding he had given her afterwards. Anthony began nudging her until she started climbing onto the smooth stone, until she was laying between Annabelle’s legs. Anthony reached out parting Annabelle’s folds exposing her opening to Erica, who nervously moved the dildo into position biting her lower lip. Anthony forcefully pinched the head’s spikes against one another, letting them slip unfelt into Annabelle who was barely conscious of her surroundings anymore.

    Erica pushed the smooth bulbous head into Annabelle’s opening, stopping just before the first ring of spikes were about to penetrate, looking up with pleading eyes towards her husband’s hardened glare. Whimpering in sympathy for the pain she could only imagine was in store for the helpless girl, Erica pushed forward forcing several rows of spikes into Annabelle’s slit. While too tiny to tear flesh the spikes horribly scraped along her vaginal walls, out of fear Erica went slow unintentionally prolonging Annabelle’s agony. Who desperately struggled against her restraints screaming in distress, looking up meeting Erica’s apologetic eyes, who realized her mistake as she began forcefully thrusting harder. Until their pelvises slapped loudly together, as she drove the central spike right into Annabelle’s cervix, while the rest pressed up along the outside crushing the flesh around the larger spike.

    Erica pulled all but the head out before slamming it back home, causing Annabelle to cry out but not all from pain. Anthony frowned unsure at first, but as Erica picked up a steady pace, the unmistakable sounds of moans could be heard between Annabelle’s screams. Unable to fathom how or why the horrible scraping combine with the violent invasion and crushing of her cervix, was capable of producing such intense electric shocks that surged along her vaginal walls before collecting within her core, pushing Annabelle to a heighten state of ecstasy that made Anthony chuckle softly as he unclasped the ball-gag. Clamping his hand over Annabelle’s mouth as her screams intensified, “stop screaming bitch,” he ordered in a harsh tone, which took every bit of Annabelle’s willpower to manage.

    “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you bitch?” He asked teasingly, leaning over staring her in the eyes. “Answer me,” he demanded when she remain quiet except her muffled crying, seeing shame within Annabelle’s gaze as she nearly bit into her lower lip to keep from screaming. “Yes,” Annabelle suddenly whimpered causing Erica to frown in disbelief, but unconsciously her pace quickened at seeing Annabelle rapidly approaching her limit. Anthony’s cheeks were killing him from grinning so hard, as Annabelle was proving to be truly the perfect slave for his enjoyment. Suddenly Annabelle cried out as Erica tipped her over the edge, causing even worse pain as her vaginal walls begun constricting around the spiky invader, while her cervix tried to desperately suck its invader deeper within her.

    Erica quickly pulled out grateful that it was over as she crawled off the stone, unsure how she truly felt since Annabelle seemed to have enjoyed what had happened on some weird level that bothered her at not being able to understand how. He quickly cleaned up repacking his bag zipping it shut, before leading the dogs back out of the fence to be with their pack. “What about her?” Erica asked staring back at Annabelle as Anthony guided her towards the house, “if she’s lucky, she’ll make it to morning.” He replied laughing softly forcefully pulling her into the house about to close the door behind them, but paused wanting to burn the sight into his mind. “Besides, after watching you destroy that bitch’s cunt, I want some alone time with you.” He laughed lustfully nearly dragging Erica up to their bedroom.

    Annabelle was completely wiped from her agonizing ordeal, quickly giving in to the blackness of sleep that called to her, managing to rest for about two hours before a vicious gust of wind blazed across her exposed flesh. Annabelle tried to jerk up from the initial shock to her system, panicking at finding herself shackled until the previous night’s memories pushed through the haze of pain that was consuming both her mind and body. Falling back against the stone Annabelle cried out, despair filling the once cheerful young girl that only saw the brighter things, now unable to see nothing but nightmarish fates. For a time she softly weeped staring blindly up at the full moon, but mercifully she was still too drained to remain awake for much longer, passing into a dreamless unease-slumber unsure what tomorrow would bring.


  • Futa Naked In School 04 – Teacher’s Taboo Futa Pet Chapter 1: Johana’s Shocking Futa Lesson

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    A naughty teacher uses her naked futa-daughter in her wild lesson!

    Futa Naked In School – Teacher’s Taboo Futa Pet

    Chapter One: Johana’s Shocking Futa Lesson

    By mypenname3000

    Copyright 2019

    Johana Jordan’s Week, Monday

    The entire student body of Rogers College thundered with applause as the MVP from last Saturday’s championship football game led off her rewards. Tanisha Read, a Black futa, gripped the leashes that lead to a futa named Charisma and her little sister, a cutie named Krysten. It was the Monday morning assembly. Normally, it was the Program assembly, but there was a special event.

    “Lucky Tanisha,” groaned Jade, a futa in my year. I was a freshman, my first year of college. “I mean, I’m not sure about fucking another futa, but Krysten is hot. And the incest…”

    I squirmed at the words: incest.

    The laws in America had changed recently. Sex was openly encouraged, no longer suppressed. Public decency laws were repealed—you could go naked or even fuck in public—and incest was made legal. It made me uncomfortable. It didn’t feel right to commit incest. The rest of the student body celebrated it.

    Tanisha led her two “sex slaves” for the week out of the auditorium by their leashes and collars. The only things Charisma and Krysten wore were those slave collars. Their breasts jiggled before them, Charisma’s hard girl-dick bouncing as it thrust from the shaved folds of her pussy. She held her little sister’s hand, the pair close. Both looked eager to be shared by the Black running back.

    “Damn,” Jade said again. She was a horny futa, always molesting the girls who were chosen. Groping them, trying to get blowjobs or even fuck them. She was thirsty for pussy.

    It was kinda pathetic. And people thought I was a bit of a nerd.

    I sighed, shifting on the seat, my curly, auburn hair swaying about my face. My futa-dick was hard in my panties. It was hard not to be excited by the sight of Krysten naked. I saw her and her futa-sister having sex in the cafeteria the week before.

    It was… hot and confusing all at the same time.

    “Okay, okay,” President McTaggart said. The redheaded futa-administrator stood at the podium surrounded by us students. She waved her hands. “I know we’re all excited for the big game.”

    “Go Rogers Futa-Rams!” whooped the cheerleaders. They all did high-kicks, flashing their lack of panties, their pussies on display for a brief instance. I knew them all. My mother was the cheer coach.

    “Yes, yes, I know we’re all thrilled by our football team’s victory on Saturday,” President McTaggart continued, “but we have four new students to select to participate in the Program this week.”

    Jade sat up, an eager grin on her lips.

    The Program was a way to encourage college students to embrace their sexuality. A week spent going to class naked, only wearing whatever protective gear was required for personal safety. If chosen, you had to use the opposite gender’s facilities (restrooms and locker rooms) and had to grant “reasonable requests” to students. They could grope you, stroke your girl-dick, rub your pussy, even pinch your nipples, but there could be no penetration of your body without your consent. And it went both ways. A girl couldn’t slide her pussy over a futa-dick without asking, and a futa couldn’t suck on a girl’s nipple. Oral, anal, or vaginal penetration needed permission.

    Of course, that didn’t stop horny futas from massaging a girl until she was so horny she’d agreed to it.

    Since being naked could make you horny, at the start of every class, you had a ten minute period to accept “relief.” You could masturbate or ask for a volunteer to aid you. I had seen fucking in several of my classes. It could be painful having to sit there, my dick hard, watching as the naked girl gave in and chose a futa to enjoy.

    Neither Jade nor I had been chosen once.

    Lastly, a professor or member of the staff could use you as teaching aid only during a lesson. Anything the professor instructed, up to and including sex, was allowed. It was the one acceptation to the consent rule since it was part of the lesson, though if you objected hard enough, I was certain you wouldn’t have to go through it. I heard a few pervy futa-professors who had found creative ways to justify receiving blowjobs or outright fucking their students under the guise of their “lessons.”

    A few girls even encouraged it, and some female professors made their naked futa-students very happy.

    “Okay, let’s get drawing,” said President McTaggart. “As always, ladies first.”

    “Ooh, I hope it’s Adile,” said Samantha Herbert. She sat on the other side of Jade. “I’d love to grope that lesbian.”

    “She groped your ex,” Jade said, grinning. “A lot.”

    Samantha scowled. She’d lost her girlfriend, Ginny, in the first week of the fall semester to a nerdy futa named Candice. The pair sat far away, cuddled together. They were an affectionate couple, taking advantage of lax rules about PDA.

    I thought they were cute together. I would love a girlfriend like Ginny.

    The girls chosen for the Program were drawn, a sophomore and a senior. They both sauntered down, stripping naked. I didn’t really know either of them, but they were cute, especially the busty senior. Jade and Samantha were practically drooling over them.

    “I’m going for the senior,” Jade said. “Look at those tits Ludmila’s got.”

    “Yeah, but I know that sophomore,” said Samantha. “She’s the type of girl that gives head beneath the bleachers during PE instead of running laps.”

    “Damn,” Jade groaned, rubbing at the bulge in her skirt.

    “For the futas, we have representing the freshman, Johana Jordan,” President McTaggart announced.

    I blinked. “What?”

    “Oh, snap,” said Jade. “Looks like you’re gonna get naked.” She licked her lips. “Watch out for Poise Ramsey. I hear she likes to try and fuck all the futas. She likes anal. Ignores your pussy and goes straight for your ass.”

    “What?” I gasped, my asshole clenching and my pussy tingling.

    Samantha nodded. “Kenya took it up the ass from her after classes two weeks ago.”

    “I’m not into futas,” I said, squirming.

    “Yeah, me either,” said Samantha. “I prefer a pussy with no dick.”

    Jade nodded her head. “You better get that ass moving. President McTaggart’s gonna have you spanked if you don’t get down there.”

    “They don’t do that,” I muttered as I rose, my pleated skirt swirling about my thighs.

    I felt everyone’s eyes on me as I headed down the stage. A few of the girls whispered as I passed and giggled. My cheeks burned. I wasn’t as sexy as other futas. Petite. My tits were small. I had freckles on my face. My dick wasn’t as big as others. I used to be called clitty. “That’s not a dick,” mean students would say, “that’s just a big clit. You sure you’re a futa and not a freak?”

    This wasn’t high school. My bullies weren’t here.

    I took a deep breath as I reached President McTaggart. She was calling out a junior to join me. I groaned as I caught sight of my mother by the cheerleaders. She gave me a big grin, her fiery hair falling about her face. She flashed me a thumbs up.

    I groaned, turning my back from my mother as I unbuttoned my blouse. I worked it off one by one, trying to drag it out as over five hundred people stared at me. I heard whispering through the room. All the girls were gossiping about me. I just knew it.

    I slid my blouse off my shoulders, my futa-cock stiff in my panties. My small breasts were hugged by my pink bra. I dropped my top into the plastic bag the principal held for me. She had a supportive smile.

    “Don’t be shy,” she said. “You’re a cute futa. You’ll see, the girls will love you.” The principal winked at me.

    My cheeks burned.

    I unhooked my bra, exposing my small breasts. My dusky nipples thrust hard atop my quivering tits. I dropped the bra into the bag and drew in a deep breath. The junior futa was already naked, her hand stroking her clit-dick as she grinned at the giggling cheerleaders.

    They were giggling and gushing over the other futa’s bigger dick.

    I groaned and shoved down my skirt, my cock twitching in my panties. My pussy grew juicy. The two naked girls glanced at me for a moment before their eye slid to the older futa. Even they were whispering and gushing.

    I groaned and then thrust down my panties. My futa-dick sprang out. I felt like every eye was on my stiff cock. It thrust out from my trimmed bush. I shuddered, my heart thundering in my chest. My hands clenched and relaxed as I stood there, pussy juices soaking my pubic hair.

    “Ooh, cute cock,” the naked senior girl said. Ludmila winked at me then shook her tits.

    I groaned and she giggled. The nude sophomore girl laughed beside her. My cheeks went even redder. I looked away, wanting to scrunch up and hide my body. The tips of my ears burned while the horny ache swelled at the tip of my cock.

    “Okay,” President McTaggart said. “We are done for this week. Enjoy your day and the four lucky students chosen. Just remember the rules and have fun with the Program selectees.”

    Like the floodgates were opened, the students poured onto the floor. Jade, true to her word, mobbed Ludmila with half the futas. She was crowded by them. The busty brunette seemed to giggle as she was groped and prodded.

    Girls drifted toward me. Most were crowding around the junior but a few were looking at me. I blushed even more, staring at the exit. Their whispers echoed around me. I bit my lip, my heart thudding in my chest.

    “She’s got a cute cock,” one whispered.

    “But it’s not that big,” another said.

    “Like I said, cute. I want to just hug it and give it a kiss right on the tip.”

    “Go for it,” a third said. “Johana’s not going to bite.”

    “Nope,” said Araceli Espiosa, a Hispanic girl from my Health class. “She’s harmless.”

    My cheeks burned from their words. Then I glanced at the girl who thought my dick was cute darted up. She grabbed my shaft, giving me a few pumps before she broke away laughing, falling into the arms of her friend.

    “I can’t believe you did that, Patty.”

    “It’s a nice cock. I’m glad I did.”

    “It is a nice cock,” Ginny said. She was a redhead like me, but with brighter hue to her curls. She grabbed my futa-dick, stroking it a few times while she held Candice’s hand with the other. “It’s cute.”

    “Not as big as Candice’s cock, though,” purred Denice Jennings, the homecoming queen. She grabbed my dick and stroked it once. “Mmm, but it’s a nice one. I bet Umeko would like to suck it.”

    “My queen,” groaned Umeko, the busty, Japanese girl who ran against Denice in one wild campaign. Now she was Denice’s willing sex slave. “You know I hate futas. I like pussies with clits.”

    “That’s what makes it so hot,” purred Denice. “What do you say, Johana? Want Umeko to suck your cock?”

    My cheeks burned. I had never had a blowjob. I had never done anything. I may be the only futa at our college who hadn’t fucked either Denice or Umeko during their campaign where they were handing out sexual favors like candy. “If she doesn’t want to do it, then no.”

    “She’ll do it if I make her, and she’ll love it, won’t you,” Denice purred, grabbing the Japanese girl’s tit through her blouse.

    “Yes, Mistress,” Umeko moaned, her slanted eyes glassy.

    I drifted away from them, shaking my head as they started kissing. They were weird. This was all so confusing. My futa-dick was hard. My pussy wet. I groaned as I stumbled to the doors, passing our quarterback leaning against the wall and glaring, her ebony face tight. Shelena didn’t look happy she wasn’t MVP, which shocked me.

    She had led the team to victory.

    I slipped out into the hallway. Girls would come up and pat my rump or fist my dick for a moment before breaking off into giggles. It wasn’t like with the girls in the Program. I wasn’t mobbed and felt up. I had seen a few cum just from being touched.

    All it did was leave me horny.

    My first class was a chore. I was too embarrassed to ask for relief. Not even a handjob. I felt eyes on me the entire time I sat naked at my desk. The tip of my erect cock kept bumping into the bottom surface, sending tingles racing down to my pussy. I was so hard. I ached. My pussy juices leaked out of me, making a puddle on the chair.

    In my next class, a futa named Poise Ramsey offered to blow me. She had a big grin on her face, arching her eyebrows. Just like Jade and Samantha claimed. I shook my head. Then a girl, Shanice Colton, winked at me and gave the same offer. She licked her lips, sending a teasing surge through me.

    “I’m fine,” I lied, so nervous about all of this. It couldn’t be real. Did girls, and that futa, really want to do things with me?

    I cracked down for my third class. I asked for relief. Audie Marlowe volunteered to blow me but just her hand touching my cock set me off. She gasped as my cum splattered across her face, painting her beige features in my pearly cum. I gasped and moaned, the pleasure shooting through her as she recoiled in shock.

    “Futa-bitch!” she gasped, cum in her hair and dripping down onto the front of her blue blouse. “Ooh, I said I’d blow you, not take a load in the face.”

    The class roared in laughter as she rose and marched out of the room, giving me a dirty look.

    “Way to go, Hair Trigger!” snorted Eve Mathers.

    “Better watch out, girls, Hair Trigger could go off at a moment’s notice.”

    “You better not shoot on my new jeans!” warned Salome Cardozo. “My futa-girlfriend bought these for me.”

    “I’m glad you didn’t explode when I stroked you in the hallway. I love this skirt.”

    I sank down on my seat, my cheeks burning from embarrassment.

    The teasing followed me for the rest of the day. Girls would come up to me, start to reach for my cock, then gasp, “Oh, no, I don’t want to ruin my blouse.”

    “Don’t want to set off Hair Trigger!”

    “Sorry, Johana, my hand’s just too sexy for your futa-cock.”

    My cheeks burned all day. I was so hard. I wanted relief, but I was way too embarrassed now. I just had to suffer, my ovaries aching with a load of cum, the tip of my girl-dick throbbing, so in need of relief. Futas laughed as I passed them in the halls. My shoulders hunched. This was just the first day of the Program.

    This was going to be a long week.

    “It’s okay,” Ginny told me when I bumped into her on my way to my last class. “You were just excited. Don’t let those cunts and futa-bitches get you down. Okay.”

    “Yeah,” I said, smiling at her. She gave my cock a quick stroke.

    “Maybe me, you, and Candice could have some fun after school. We like to share.”

    “You don’t have to do that,” I said. “I’m fine. Just some teasing. I don’t need any pity.”

    “It’s not that,” she said. “I thought it would be fun. It’s fine if you don’t want to. Candice will just enjoy me all to herself or I’ll find a girl we can share. She likes watching me with girls. But if you change your mind…”

    I shrugged. I didn’t want my first time to be screwing Candice’s girlfriend while she watched or something.

    It was only when I reached the door to my last class, Health, that I groaned. I don’t know how it slipped my mind, but this was the class taught by my mother, Miss Molly Jordan. My futa-mom had passed away years ago and so my mom went by Miss Instead of Mrs.

    I wasn’t sure why.

    “Good afternoon, Johana,” my mom purred when I walked in. She was at the front of the classroom, her red hair falling about her face. She wore a tight, black pencil skirt that fell barely covered her ass and a ruffled blouse with a scoop neckline. Her green eyes were bright. “I hope you’re first day’s been going fine.”

    “Yeah,” I muttered, heading to my seat.

    “Oh, no, don’t go sit down,” she said, catching my arm. “I need you for the lesson.”

    My cheeks burned as I felt my mother staring at my naked body. Her eyes seemed bright and considering as she studied my naked flesh. This strange, squirming, almost guilty lust shot through me. I had jerked off to her before. I always felt so bad afterward, ashamed. She was my mother.

    “Oh, you look too hard,” she said. “Have you cum at all today?”

    “Oh, she came once, Miss Jordan,” said Samantha as she filed in. “She’s got a hair trigger. Splattered Audie Marlowe right in the kisser. The moment she grabbed your futa-daughter’s cock, BAM! Johana erupted.”

    “Oh, yes, you’re still a virgin, right?” Mom asked me.

    I groaned as people sniggered.

    “That’s okay,” Mom said. “I need you to have some stamina for the lesson. So just let me give you some relief.”

    I gasped as my mother grabbed my futa-cock. Her hand wrapped around my shaft, fingers hot and silky. I groaned as she stroked me. She pumped her hand up and down my dick. My eyes widened as pleasure shot through my body right down to my pussy.

    The class gaped as my mom worked her hand up and down the shaft. Genevieve, a freshman cheerleader, blinked her eyes as she took her seat, her pleated skirts swirling about her thighs. Samantha whistled. Ase Westerberg, a blonde futa, shook her head in envy. Araceli blinked.

    “Mom,” I gasped, blinking. “You can’t do that.”

    “Give you a handjob?” she asked. “Sure I can. I need you ready for the lesson. I can’t have you on the verge of an eruption. Now it’s okay. You’re young. Just let your cum flow. It’s natural.”

    Incestuous pleasure rushed through my body. I gasped at the shameful bliss I felt at my mother’s stroking touch. She pumped up and down my shaft, stroking the sensitive crown then sliding down to nudge my pussy folds wrapped about the base of my clit-dick.

    “Guess you’re not that much of a hair trigger,” Samantha said, watching. She squirmed. “You could give me a handjob, Miss Jordan.”

    “I don’t need you for today’s lesson, Ms. Herbert,” purred the professor. “But I’ll keep that in mind for later.”

    I just stood there, my pussy growing hotter and hotter, as my mother gave me a handjob. I could feel the swell of her breast through her blouse pressing on my arm as she pumped her hand up and down my girl-dick. She stroked me fast. Hard. She made my toes curl. This heat swelled and swelled in me.

    I groaned. Whimpered. My heart hammered in my chest. It felt incredible. I shouldn’t enjoy this. Everyone watched me with hot eyes. Futas adjusted their bulges. Girls squirmed their thighs together. Flushed faces stared at me as my mom worked her hand faster and faster.

    “Just let all that cum out,” she purred in my ear. “Don’t let your ovaries build up all that cum.”

    My pussy clenched. My toes curled against the floor. My breasts jiggled. The ache built so fast. I couldn’t hold off if I wanted to. This was too much. I threw back my head, my small tits heaving, and erupted.

    My mom made me cum.

    “Goddess!” I moaned as my pussy convulsed. My ovaries unloaded all my built up jizz.

    Futa-spunk fired out of my girl-dick. Mom pumped her hand up and down my shaft as I bucked. My cum arched over and splattered on the floor before Samantha’s desk. She leaned back, a strange look flashing across the futa’s face.

    “Oh, damn,” purred Genevieve, her blue eyes wide. Her black hair spilled around her flushed cheeks. “You’re just… Wow.”

    “I know,” groaned Araceli.

    I shuddered as the pleasure slammed into my mind. This guilty bliss burned through me. The incestuous rapture surged out of my pussy. It danced across my thoughts. I groaned, my fingers clenching. I swayed, leaning against my mother as this ecstasy spurted out of me. My pussy convulsed. Rapture rippled out of my snatch.

    “That’s it,” cooed my mother. She stroked up my cock and rung out the last few drops. They dribbled over her hand while I shuddered, pussy cream dripping down my thighs. “There you are.”

    She kissed me on the cheek as she released my futa-cock, the last, watery spurts of my pearly cum running down the back of her hand. She casually licked it off as she moved around her desk, leaving me panting before the entire class.

    That just happened. My mother just gave me a handjob before the entire class. My knees quaked. My breasts jiggled. Genevieve and Araceli leaned together, hissing whispers. My cheeks burned as I swayed, dizzy, disoriented.

    “Just stay right there, Johana,” my mom said. “You’re going to be demonstrating today’s lesson. Foreplay.”

    The class shifted. Girls looked eager. I trembled, swallowing. My futa-cock was only half-hard despite the orgasm I just had. My hands rubbed together. My cheeks burned with a strange mix of shame and exhilaration. I buzzed from the orgasm, but…

    My mother gave it to me.

    “I need a girl to volunteer for Johana to demonstrate foreplay on,” my mother purred, scanning the classroom. “I can’t choose Krysten since she’s our MVP’s slave for the week.” She paused, looking around. “Come on, don’t be shy.”

    The girls shifted. Genevieve glanced at me while her round breasts rose and fell in the purple, sleeveless cheerleader top she wore. Her golden, pleated skirts rustled as she shifted. Beside her, Araceli bit her lower lip, her cheeks flaming scarlet. Monica Rocha fanned her face, her eyes glassy. Naked Krysten craned her head, her slave collar rattling about her neck, while the futas all shook their heads.

    Was that… envy I saw in Samantha’s and Araceli’s eyes?

    “No volunteers?” my mother said. “Genevieve, I think you want to volunteer. Come on, you’re a cheerleader. Show some school spirit and let’s learn about foreplay. It’s important for a healthy sexual relationship with your partner or partners.”

    Giggles burst through the classroom as Genevieve stood up. “Okay, coach, I’ll do it. Your futa-daughter’s cute.”

    I blushed more. Did she really think I was cute, or was she just saying that to be nice?

    Genevieve marched up, peeling off her cheerleader top like it was nothing. They were growing more and more adventurous as a team. I could still remember them flashing their bare beavers during the assembly this morning. Her breasts spilled out, round and perky. She wasn’t wearing a bra beneath, her nipples poking hard before her.

    She found a concealed fastener and zipper for her skirt on her right hip. With it, her skirt fell loose down her body and she stepped out of it naked, a landing strip of black hair leading to her shaved pussy. Her blue eyes smoldered as she stepped up beside me and peeled off her tennis shoes and lacy ankle socks.

    “Okay, let’s learn foreplay,” she said, grinning at me.

    “Face each other,” Mom said. “Now, futas, with girls you want to start playing with their breasts. Of course, futas love that, too, but they don’t need much to make their cocks hard or their pussies wet. In fact, ladies, letting a futa play with your tits will not only make you wet, but will get her hard and ready to please you.”

    I swallowed as I stared at Genevieve’s perfect tits right before me. My cheeks burned. I had to touch her with the class watching. Girls leaned in and futas watched with hungry eyes. My softening girl-dick twitched, a hot itch forming in the depths of my pussy.

    “Don’t be shy,” Genevieve whispered.

    My mother moved behind me. “Just reach out and grab her breasts,” Mom said, seizing my wrists. I felt her tits rubbing on my naked back through her blouse. Her nipples were hard. She raised my hands and guided them to Genevieve’s lovely boobs. “Not hard. Cup them at first, then lightly massage those gorgeous breasts.”

    Genevieve’s eighteen-year-old tits filled my hands. They were warm and felt like silk, bigger than my own breasts and softer. My fingers lightly dug into them. Genevieve purred in delight, her nipples feeling even harder than my mom’s. Her hips wiggled back and forth.

    “Mmm, just like that,” Mom purred as she pressed behind me. Her fingers rubbed up and down my arms. “Massage her. A little more pressure now. Yes, yes, watch her face. Hear her moans. Her purrs. Let her reactions guide you. If she wants more, give it to her, if she needs you to be slow, then go slow. If you read your partner, futas, she’ll be more likely to let you get that prize.

    “Her pussy.”

    I groaned as my mom said those words. She seemed to undulate behind me, almost humping against my naked rump. Her silk blouse rubbed on my skin as I massaged Genevieve’s breasts, my fingers working on them. The girl moaned, her blue eyes bright, her cheeks growing redder and redder.

    The flush descended down her throat as I massaged her. My thumbs swept out, brushing the edges of her dusky-pink areolas. I felt the different texture. Bumpier than her smooth tits. I rubbed again, this time grazing a puckered nipple.

    “Ooh, yes,” Genevieve moaned.

    “Mmm, that’s the sort of signal you need to read,” Mom purred. “Play with her nipples. Massage them with your thumbs. Yes, yes, just like that, Johana.”

    My futa-dick throbbed and my pussy clenched as my thumbs rubbed Genevieve’s nipples in circles. I couldn’t believe this was happening. My mom’s hands still held my wrists, not guiding me. She nuzzled into my ear, whispering her encouragements.

    Genevieve licked her lips. She squirmed as I rolled her nipples now. The hard nubs felt amazing between my thumbs and forefingers. I twisted them. Tweaked them. Genevieve gasped and moaned. I was feeling… more and more like a futa.

    Sexy and powerful.

    “That’s it,” my mother moaned. “Mmm, I bet you have a juicy pussy, don’t you, Genevieve?”

    “I do, coach,” the girl moaned, her body trembling.

    “Now we move onto cunnilingus,” purred my mom. “It’s the stage of foreplay most girls love. And more than a few futas. So girls, pay attention, too. And, of course, you might want to go down on each other, too. Pussies are a joy to play with even if they don’t come with a hard futa-cock.

    My mother’s words had me hard. Genevieve was already moving. The black-haired beauty sat down on the edge of my mom’s desk. She spread her legs, the pink folds of her pussy parting. Juices glistened on them. She looked so open.

    Not a virgin, but an experienced girl.

    “Now, Johana,” my mother said, “Just bend over and start licking. Lap around the edges of her pussy lips. Don’t go straight for her clit. Get her pussy hot and wet first, then you can attack it.”

    “Okay, Mom,” I groaned, my small breasts jiggling as I leaned over. My futa-dick throbbed, at my full erection.

    “Eating pussy requires reading your partner even more than breast play,” said my mother. “You need to learn where she likes to be licked. Some girls like their labia played with. Others get off on clitoral stimulation. Most like a mix of the two, often with vaginal penetration. Don’t be afraid of using fingers. Use one or two digits to start out, but some girls might like more. Or futas.”

    My pussy clenched as I leaned closer. I could smell this amazing, spicy musk. Genevieve’s juices filled my nose. It as a heady scent. Intoxicating. I groaned, salivating. My tongue licked across my lips. I hungered to devour her.

    “Don’t be afraid,” Mom cooed, pressing into me from behind. Her hands were on my hips. “Just feast on her.”

    My lips nuzzled into Genevieve’s folds. I swallowed then flicked my tongue out. I tasted her spicy juices. She groaned, her breast jiggling over me. Her eyes widened as my tongue danced through her delicious petals.

    “That’s it,” cooed my mother, her crotch pressed into my rump, her skirt’s fabric caressing my silky flesh. “Just lick her. You’re doing great, Johana. Mmm, you’re making Genevieve feel good.”

    “She is, coach,” the cheerleader moaned. She leaned back, her round breasts jiggling. They were hypnotic.

    I darted my tongue into her pussy folds. I licked up and down her twat. I caressed her. I teased her. She tasted amazing. Her spicy juices spilled over my face. I could hear the other students shifting on their seats as I ran my tongue up and down Genevieve’s delicious pussy. My mother’s hands gripped my hips.

    My tongue flicked up and brushed Genevieve’s clit. The cheerleader gasped. Her back arched, her breasts jiggling before her. She moaned, her eyes squeezing shut for a moment. She loved it. I licked her clit again and a smile burst across her face.

    “Ooh, that’s nice, Johana,” she moaned. “Yes, yes, just like that.”

    “You’re doing good, honey,” Mom purred, her hands stroking my sides. “Yes, yes, lick her clit.”

    “Damn, look at Genevieve, my girlfriend doesn’t eat me out like that,” Adile purred. Even the lesbian was impressed.

    “She should,” Krysten said.

    “I’ll eat you out like that, Adile,” Samantha said.

    “No, you won’t, Samantha. You couldn’t satisfy your own girlfriend. Ginny dumped you for that nerd. But I can make you cum, Adile,” boasted Krysten. “You just have to let my futa-sister watch. Oh, and my futa-mistress if we do it before Friday.”

    “Go, Genevieve, go,” moaned Araceli. “Cum on Johana’s lips.”

    “Mmm, see, you’re doing great,” Mom moaned. “Now get your tongue into her pussy depths. She’ll love it.”

    I plunged my tongue into Genevieve’s depths. I swirled around in her. I licked and sucked at her depths, making her shudder. Her eyes widened. She groaned, her pussy walls clenching around my tongue soaking in her spicy juices.

    “And play with her clit with your finger,” Mom purred.

    I moved my right hand as I swirled my tongue around inside of Genevieve. I licked and lapped at her. I savored the flavor of her. I found her clit with my pointer finger. I massaged her bud as she gasped out in delight.

    I gave her pleasure.

    This incredible surge of rapture shot through me, making my cunt clench and my futa-dick throb. Genevieve moaned and groaned. She shuddered on the desk, her breasts rising as I massaged her bud. I felt her little clit throbbing beneath my fingers as I licked and swirled around inside of her pussy.

    Pleasure crossed Genevieve’s face. That wonderful rapture spilling over her features. Her head threw back. She whimpered and groaned. I massaged her clit faster. She gasped, nodding her head in delight.

    She loved it.

    “Oh, damn, Johana,” she gasped. “Oh, yes, yes, coach, you’re teaching your futa-daughter right. She’s good.”

    “I wished I volunteered,” moaned Monica.

    “Not too late to have me eat you,” Samantha said. “Don’t listen to Ase. She’s a futa-bitch.”

    “Language, Ms. Herberts,” my mother moaned, her hands sliding up and cupping my tits.

    As Samantha apologized, I froze for a moment. My mother’s hands kneaded my small breasts. She shouldn’t touch me there. This incestuous, shameful rush shot through me. A forbidden ache burned in my dick as she brushed my hard nipples. She teased them. Made me quiver and groan.

    My tongue fluttered through Genevieve’s depths again. I whimpered, shocked by the intensity of my mother’s touch on my nipples. It felt incredible. My pussy clenched and juices dribbled down my hard girl-cock. I moaned into Genevieve’s pussy as Mom pinched my nipples.

    “Oh, my goddess, yes!” moaned Genevieve. “That’s it. Just like that. I’m going to cum!”

    “Mmm, cum all over my cute futa-daughter’s face,” Mom moaned, pinching my nipples.

    I shuddered at the rapture. My futa-cock was so hard. My tongue buried deep into Genevieve’s pussy. My finger massaged her clit, her juices flowing. Her spicy cream filled my mouth as the eighteen-year-old cheerleader threw back her head.

    “Yes!” she howled.

    Her pussy convulsed around my tongue. Her juices gushed out of her. This spicy flood of delight filled my mouth. I groaned, my tongue darting over her flesh, licking and lapping up her juices. They coated my tongue, tasting amazing. I shuddered and groaned, my heart pounding in my chest, pumping euphoria through my veins.

    My finger rubbed harder as she leaned back on the desk. Her breasts heaved with all their youthful perkiness. Her thighs clamped about my face. My tongue fluttered up and down her folds, licking up her cream.

    “Mmm, yes, that’s it,” Mom purred. She pinched my nipples, my futa-dick throbbing. “You’re doing wonderful. You’ve made her cum hard.”

    “So hard,” groaned Genevieve. “Oh, wow, Johana. You’re a futa-champ. Oh, damn, that was good. I haven’t cum that hard in a while. Ooh, you eat pussy like a dyke.”

    “Have you had Adile go down on you?” moaned a futa named Michele Deveruex.

    “Maybe,” answered Genevieve. “Ooh, Johana, you’re going to be popular with the girls.”

    “Yes, you are,” Mom groaned. “And you got a hard cock.”

    “Should I blow her?” asked Genevieve. “I mean, she did make me cum.”

    “Mmm, but don’t get her off,” my mom said. “Just demonstrate to the girls how to give head. I’m sure you’re an expert.”

    “I’ve sucked off a few,” moaned Genevieve. She winked at me. “You’ll love it.”

    I straightened up, panting, my breasts rising and falling as I trembled. This was really happening. Genevieve slipped to the floor before me. My mom grabbed me and turned me so my side faced the class. My futa-cock shot out before me. The girls were all staring at me with this hungry looks. Monica winked at me.

    I was about to say something then Genevieve licked the tip of my girl-dick. My eyes bulged at the heat surging down my shaft. My pussy clenched as her tongue swirled around the spongy crown of my dick.

    “Start by licking it, Genevieve,” Mom moaned, her freckled cheeks flushed bright. Her green eyes were glossy as she ran her tongue over her ruby lips. “Tease the futa before you suck on her cock. And mind your teeth.”

    “We don’t like that,” Samantha said.

    “Thank you, Ms. Herbert,” Mom purred. “Now Genevieve, swallow the tip of my futa-daughter’s cock and suck.”

    My eyes widened as the cheerleader did just that. I groaned and my pussy clenched. Genevieve’s plump lips swallowed the crown of my futa-cock. Her lips sealed about it. She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing. I groaned and swayed, pussy juices leaking down my thighs. It was incredible to feel.

    She bobbed and slid her mouth up and down my girl-dick. My hands clenched. My pussy grew hotter. My ovaries quivered, eager to explode a fountain of jizz. It would be incredible to cum in her mouth. If my mom hadn’t given me a handjob, I would be erupting into Genevieve’s mouth right now. Just flooding her with my salty cum.

    “Okay,” Mom purred. “You can stop sucking. Let’s move onto sex. The real reason you get a girl so turned on.”

    Genevieve’s mouth popped off my dick. “Ooh, yes, yes, let’s do that. I want this cock in me. I’m so wet. You made me cum so hard.”

    A flutter of joy rippled through me at her words. I wanted to be in her. As good as her mouth felt, I was so eager for my first taste of a girl’s pussy. I didn’t care that my mom was guiding this lesson now. That everyone was watching.

    I was getting pussy.

    “Lie down on my desk, Johana,” Mom purred, her hands grabbing my waist and pushing me back until my rump brushed the edge of her desk. “Then Genevieve, I want you mounting her facing the class and ride her cock.”

    “Ooh, reverse cowgirl,” the cheerleader purred. “Hot. The class is going to see how much I love this.”

    “Damn, why couldn’t I be chosen?” Michele muttered.

    “Yeah,” croaked Samantha. “Johana, you’re so lucky. You’re going to get so much pussy this week.”

    “Uh-huh,” Monica purred.

    I sank back onto the desk, trembling. My breasts jiggled as my breathing quickened. I was about to have sex with Genevieve, one of the hot girls on the cheer squad. Other futas were envious of me. I licked my lips as I leaned down, my futa-dick twitching over my stomach.

    “Mmm, cutie, we’re going to have fun,” Genevieve purred as she grabbed my girl-dick. She stroked me, fisting up and down my cock. I gasped at the sensation. My eyes widened as this wild beat surged through my chest. “Aren’t we?”

    “I guess,” I groaned, my heart hammering in my chest.

    “Be confident,” Mom said, moving around her desk. She stood over me, her breasts swelling her blouse, her black, short skirt hardly covering her. Her legs stretched apart. I groaned as I could see up her skirt and…

    My mom wasn’t wearing any panties. I couldn’t believe the sight of her thick, fiery bush between her thighs. My eyes locked on that naughty sight. Her pussy. The hole that birthed me. This was wrong. I should look away.

    I couldn’t.

    Her juices gleamed on her silky curls. Then I groaned as Genevieve grabbed my girl-dick. She stroked me as she straddled me. I should be looking at her. She was about to fuck me. She was my age. Eighteen. Genevieve pressed her shaved twat down onto my cock while I stared at my mother’s mature depths.

    The cheerleader impaled her pussy down my shaft in a single plunge. I groaned as her tight twat engulfed me. I trembled, my eyes locked on my mother’s cunt. I licked my lips, these naughty ideas bursting through my head as Genevieve’s pussy gripped my girl-dick.

    “Ooh, that’s a nice cock,” she moaned, her hips swaying from side to side. “I love it. Mmm, I’m going to ride this shaft hard.”

    I groaned as her pussy slid up my futa-cock. My head shook. My breasts rose and fell. I licked my lips at the heat that shot through me. My head tossed back and forth. This wanton, wicked heat caressed my dick. Genevieve’s pussy massaged me.

    My hands clenched. My heart pounded in my chest. This powerful thudding had me trembling. I groaned as she worked her twat up and down my girl-dick. It was incredible to enjoy her pussy while I stared up my mother’s skirt at her forbidden twat.

    “That’s it, dear,” Mom purred. “Just work that cunt up and down her girl-dick. It’s a delicious treat, isn’t it?”

    “It is, coach,” moaned Genevieve. “Ooh, Johana, do you like my pussy.”

    “Uh-huh,” I moaned, twitching, my breasts jiggling as she worked that hot twat up and down my girl-dick. “You’re so juicy. So silky. Wow.”

    “Lucky,” groaned Samantha.

    “Yeah,” whimpered Monica.

    My hands found Genevieve’s hips. I gripped her flesh as she rode me. Her skin felt amazing beneath my hands while her pussy was heaven sliding up and down my shaft. She was so tight, squeezing, my ovaries quivering, brimming with cum to spill into her.

    Then my mother shifted forward. To my shock, her skirt slid over my face. She slipped onto the desk, straddling my head. Her bush pressed into my lips. I shuddered, stunned and froze as my mother’s incestuous pussy smothered my mouth and nose. Her tangy cream spilled past my lips.

    I shuddered on the table. My heart raced in my chest. My hands clenched. This couldn’t be happening. She was grinding her hairy muff on me as Genevieve worked that delicious cunt up and down my girl-dick.

    “Mmm, that’s it,” moaned my mother. “Keep riding my futa-daughter’s cock. Just make her explode.”

    She ground her pussy on my face, her tangy juices spilling into my mouth. The incestuous juices made my hands clench on Genevieve’s waist. The cheerleader rode me while my mother’s mature twat rubbed against my lips.

    My tongue begged to lick her.

    I shuddered, fighting this urge. My heart pumped fast, hot. Did anyone know she was on me? Could they tell with Genevieve facing them, her round tits bouncing before their gazes, and her pussy working up and down my girl-dick?

    This was wrong. So wrong.

    My tongue licked through the folds of the pussy that had birthed me. A naughty rush ran through me as she moaned out in delight. Her tangy juices soaked my tongue, her silky pubic hair caressing my cheeks and nose. I breathed in her musk and licked again.

    “Yes, yes, just like that,” moaned my mother. “You’re doing great.”

    “Thanks, coach,” moaned Genevieve as she rode me, thinking my mother talked to her. I knew the truth.

    “Yes, yes, just keep working it,” Mom moaned as my tongue plunged into her incestuous depths.

    I was out of control. My hands gripped Genevieve’s hips. My fingers dug into her flesh as she worked her cunt up and down my girl-dick. My pussy drank in the heat, my ovaries quivering with a load of cum. My tongue worked through my mother’s folds at the same time. I licked and lapped at her twat, putting my cunnilingus lesson to use.

    Did she teach me to eat a girl’s pussy so I could please her?

    She ground her pussy on my mouth while Genevieve’s amazing cunt kept working up and down my girl-dick. The cheerleader moaned and gasped as she rode me. Her pussy caressed me. That silky friction built the ache at the tip of my girl-dick.

    I moaned into my mother’s pussy, coming closer and closer to erupting. This was insane. The incestuous shame wouldn’t stop. I licked and lapped. I feasted on my mother’s cunt with hunger. She gripped my nipples, twisting them.

    Pleasure shot to my ovaries.

    I gasped into her twat.

    “Just hold on, Johana,” my mother purred. “A futa needs to wait until the girl she’s fucking cums.”

    “I’m almost there,” groaned Genevieve. “Ooh, your futa-daughter’s cock feels amazing in me. Oh, yes, yes!”

    My girl-dick throbbed in her depths. I fought against my urge to cum as my tongue thrust into my mother’s depths. I swirled around in her, teasing in her. She whimpered, teasing my nipples. Tingles raced from my breasts to the tip of my futa-cock buried in Genevieve’s wonderful pussy. She was driving me wild. I couldn’t take much more.

    I had to.

    My tongue licked and lapped. I l pleased my mother with a wild hunger. My tongue brushed her clit. Her juices soaked my mouth and chin. Then she ground hard against me. She pulled hard on my nipples.

    “Are you almost there, Genevieve?” my mom moaned as her incestuous cream flooded my mouth. Her passion spilled over me, leaving me trembling on the table, my toes curling.

    My mom was cumming.

    “Almost, Coach,” groaned Genevieve.

    “Good!” Mom gasped. “Cum on my futa-daughter’s cute dick!”

    Genevieve slammed down my girl-cock. Her pussy convulsed around me. She gasped out in obvious rapture. The classroom burst into applause. Students cheered me on as dizzying rapture rushed through me.

    My futa-cum fired out of my girl-dick again and again, flooding Genevieve’s cunt. Rapture shot through me with each eruption. My pussy convulsed, spilling more delight through my body. It was intense. I moaned into my mother’s cunt as the passion burned through me.

    She trembled on me as the class kept whooping and cheering. Genevieve’s pussy milked my dick. She drew out my cum, leaving me dizzy. The pleasure spilled around me. I shuddered, my eyes fluttering as this delight peaked in me.

    I fired my last drop of cum into Genevieve’s pussy.

    “Oh, yes, yes, yes!” the girl moaned. “Oooh, Johana, you’re a good lay.”

    “Wonderful,” my mom purred, her voice throaty. She slipped off the desk, leaving my face sticky with her cream.

    As my students cheered my name and Genevieve dismounted my futa-cock, it hit me. I had my mother’s juices all over my mouth. I just committed incest. Guilt rippled hot through me as I sat up, wiping at my lips.

    “You’re the futa!” Samantha shouted.

    “Way to go, cutie!” Monica whooped, her face flushed.

    “She was amazing,” groaned Genevieve. “She just flooded me with cum. Good thing I had the shot, or I’d be pregnant for sure.”

    “Damn, you are lucky,” Michele said.

    “That was hot, Miss Jordan,” Krysten moaned. “Wish my futa-sister was here to see it or my naughty futa-mistress.”

    My head swam. I committed incest before my entire class. I couldn’t breathe. I glanced at my mother, shocked by the wicked smile on her flushed face. “I… I… I need to… to…”

    I raced out of the classroom, struggling to breathe.

    To be continued…


  • Incestuous Flesh Massage Chapter 7: Sisters Tease the MILF

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    Mrs. Armstrong is pushed to her limits. Will she obey her orders, or will Zoey and her sister drive her to be naughty again?

    Incestuous Flesh Massage

    (An Incestuous Harem Story)

    Chapter Seven: Sisters Tease the MILF

    By mypenname3000

    Copyright 2019

    Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

    The Armstrongs would be here in an hour for their second lesson from my brother, Clint. It was two weeks since that wonderful Saturday morning when my brother showed Mr. Armstrong what sort of wife he had. Two weeks since she was spanked and fucked and shown to be a cuckold. Clint was having fun teaching Mr. Armstrong to control his wife.

    The first lesson was on how to safely tie up his wife and dominate her without hurting her. Mr. Armstrong had to learn to control his wife. It was hot seeing Mrs. Armstrong trussed up in ropes. It made my pussy wet just thinking about it.

    “Got it, Yunie,” my girlfriend said, bursting into our bedroom. It was my childhood bedroom, but now we both shared it. It was a little cramped, but that was life in Clint’s harem. Despite owning three houses, things could get crowded with his children darting around. “Ready!”

    I nodded my head, a heat fluttering through me as my girlfriend thrust her hand into the cloth, reusable shopping bag. She ripped out the item she bought. A rectangular box, not much bigger than a toothpaste container.

    Only it wasn’t holding toothpaste. It was a pregnancy test.

    I was late.

    A nervous flutter thrust through me as I rose from the bed, my nightgown fluttering around my thighs. The days of the family going naked were over. The children could be wandering around. It made having sex a bit more difficult. Luckily, the third house was only for us to play in, kept locked to keep the little ones out.

    “Let’s go, Yunie!” Stefani said, using her pet name for me. “Come on! Let’s find out if your preggers.”

    “Preggers?” I asked as my redheaded girlfriend seized my arm and pulled me towards the door. “Is Lee rubbing off.”

    She grinned at me.

    I stumbled out of my bedroom. The door to the master bedroom was closed and I could hear faint moans coming from there, Clint having fun with someone. People moved downstairs. With so many people around, there was always noise in the house.

    Stefani, her pink nightgown swaying about her lush thighs, thrust open the bathroom door. It was remodeled a year or two ago. Clint had a larger shower installed instead of the bathtub that used to be here. He had also beefed up the hot water heater. It was hard to run out, and we were able to take showers with multiple people comfortably.

    It did, however, make it cramped in the rest of the space.

    Stefani pulled off her nightgown, baring her naked body. She had a wild smile on her lips as she turned to face me, her hair swaying about her shoulders. Her breasts appeared, round and delicious, her nipples pierced by gold rings. My eyes flicked up and down her body, noting the flushed gleam to her shaved pussy. The tattoo of a dandelion was on her pubic mound. It looked happy, almost like it was smiling.

    “Come on,” she said, then ripped at the cardboard box’s end with her teeth. She spat it out into the trash can as she dug out the pregnancy test. “Get naked and in the shower.”

    I blinked at that. “Um… What?”

    “D’oh, you can’t pee on the floor.”

    “I can pee into the toilet, Dandi,” I pointed out, using my pet name for her.

    She winked at me.

    “What are you up to?” I asked as I drew up my nightgown, exposing my shaved pussy. A wet itched formed in my depths as the silk cloth caressed up my body. My hard nipples drank in the delight of it made. I shivered.

    My brassy hair spilled about my face as I took it off, dropping it on the floor. My large breasts swayed. They were large and pillowy. My back arched. I rubbed my lower back while my toes flexed, a sudden nervous swell sweeping over me.

    “Let’s do this,” Stefani said, such joy bursting on her youthful face. We were in our twenties, but she still had that girlish face I fell in love with when we were in college.

    She seized my hand and pulled me into the shower. I stepped over the sliding door’s track and onto the slip-resistant flooring (Clint wanted no accidents). It was a fancy shower with sprays on all three walls, able to bathe you from every direction if you wanted. The floor was wet and water still beaded on the wall’s tiles from someone’s shower. Stefani knelt before me, a naughty grin on her lips.

    She thrust the pregnancy test between my thighs right beneath my pussy. There was an absorbent tip.

    “When you’re ready!” she declared.

    I bit my lip.

    “Well?” she asked after a moment.

    “Trying,” I said. Despite the fact my bladder was full, the pee just didn’t want to flow. My toes flexed against the rubbery floor. I swallowed, straining.

    “Don’t you have to pee?” she asked, this naughty glint in her green eyes.

    “I do,” I said, my voice strained. “It’s weird when you’re standing there.”

    “Just think I’m Lee or your aunt,” she said, arching an eyebrow. “You don’t have a problem peeing in their mouths.”

    “I’m used to peeing in their mouths,” I said. My half-sister Lee and her mother were both humiliation sluts. They loved being pissed on, getting off on the shame. Lee happily drinks Clint’s, Pam’s, and Melody’s piss on a regular basis.

    “Well, how’s it much different to pee on a stick?” she asked.

    “It just is,” I said, growing annoyed. I strained harder. It was so embarrassing. My girlfriend was right there, holding the applicator to my pussy. She had this look on her face. There was so much pressure on me.

    What if I was just two days late? That didn’t mean I was pregnant. I was only off the pill for little more than two weeks. There was no guarantee that my brother had bred me. It could take time. I wanted to be an awesome mother. I wanted to raise my child with love and understanding.

    Stefani darted in and sucked on my clit. I gasped as her tongue swirled around my bud. My toes curled as the pleasure surged through me. My bladder clenched as she sucked. I felt so full of pee. I whimpered.

    “I’m going to piss!” I gasped, unable to stop it with her sucking.

    She popped her mouth off. “Good! Let it flow, Yunie!”

    I groaned as it started. The piss spurted from me, splashing yellow on the end of the pregnancy test. It bathed the absorbent end before splashing on my inner thighs, hot and exciting. I groaned, my toes flexing as the tingling, near orgasmic-pleasure rushed through me.

    Then, to my shock, Stefani darted her head in, her mouth open. I gasped as I couldn’t stop peeing now. It was flowing out of me in a wild gush. My girlfriend latched her mouth onto my urethra, her lips pressed into my labia.

    I peed in her mouth.

    “Dandi!” I gasped, my entire body shaking as she gulped down my piss. I could hear her gulping it down. This hot, naughty, depraved rush shot through me.

    She sucked at my urethra as my pee flowed out of me. My urine filled her mouth. Her eyes were glossy as they stared up at me. My breasts swayed as she gulped down my urine. She drank it down as I groaned.

    My bladder emptied fast. It felt even more intense as I pissed into her mouth. I grabbed the shower bar, gripping it with a deathly clench. I moaned as this strange rush of pleasure flowed through me. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. This wild thrill rippled through me.

    My piss slowed. A few last spurts splashed into her mouth. Her tongue darted around my urethra, licking at my folds. Pleasure fluttered through me as she stroked me. My moans echoed through the shower as she lapped me clean, her tongue stud hard against my sensitive petals.

    “Oh, my god, Dandi!” I gasped, my large breasts heaving as my girlfriend’s tongue darted around my labia. “Yes!”

    I was so turned on now. My eyes fluttered as my back arched. Her tongue thrust into the depths of my pussy. She stirred around inside of me. She teased me. Loved me. She drove me wild with the hungry swipes of her tongue.

    She darted it around inside of me. Her nose brushed my clit. Her tongue stud rubbed against my silky flesh. My back arched. My tits heaved as her tongue swirled through me. She teased me. She drove me wild. This wild heat shot through me.

    Juices flowed out of me. I stared down at my lover as she feasted on me. Her eyes were glossy. My cream flowed. She moaned, her left hand gripping my ass, her right arm pressed into my tit. She still clutched the pregnancy test as she ate me.

    “Oh, damn, Dandi!” I moaned, my voice echoing through the shower stall.

    It was so hot. Her tongue was teasing me, driving me wild. She ate my pussy with such skill. Her tongue stud caressed over my folds. The contrast between her soft tongue and hard piercing made me shudder.

    She brushed my clit.

    I bucked, gripping the shower bar as the pleasures shot through me. My clit sparked bliss through my pussy. My orgasm built fast. My eyes fluttered. Stars danced before me as my girlfriend sucked on my bud again.

    “Oh, damn, yes, yes!” I moaned, brassy hair flying around my face as it tossed back and forth. “Eat me! Oh, Dandi, you’re such a wicked slut. Oh, yes, yes!”

    She nipped my clit and made me buck. My breasts swayed and shook as my orgasm built faster and faster. She was so naughty. Then her tongue darted back into my pussy, soaking in my depths, her hard tongue stud massaging me.

    Teasing me.

    “Fuck!” I howled.

    “Cum, Yunie!” she moaned into my pussy. “Flood my mouth.”

    “I already did!” I gasped as she swirled her tongue through me again. She brushed my naughty bits. My body heaved.

    I came.

    My moans echoed around us as my pussy convulsed around her pierced tongue. I bucked and heaved as the pleasure surged through my body. It spilled hot through me. A wave of gushing rapture that inundated my mind with bliss.

    It was incredible. Amazing. My body bucked as my cunt convulsed with such fervor. I whimpered and groaned. My eyes fluttered. My hips wiggled back and forth. This amazing heat surged through my body.

    “Yes, yes, Dandi!” I moaned.

    My moans echoed around the bathroom. I clutched to the shower bar. My eyes fluttered. This delicious treat burned through me. My cunt convulsed as the juices gushed out of me. I whimpered as she licked them up.

    My orgasm peaked. I held there for a moment, floating on bliss.

    Then it passed.

    “Damn, Dandi,” I moaned, stepping back and leaning against the tiled wall, my hot flesh contrasting with the cold surface. “What was that?”

    “Mmm, I just wanted to try drinking some pee,” Stefani said as she stood up, her face smeared in pussy juices. “I don’t want to be like my mother at all. I don’t want to hide any of my desires from you. I always wanted to try that, and I’m glad I did. It was hot. A little bitter, but it was kinky, wasn’t it?”

    I nodded my head. “I never… knew you wanted… that.”

    “It’s been building in me for a while,” she said, a big grin. “Ooh, you came hard. You found it hot, didn’t you?”

    I nodded my head, another wave of dizzying euphoria sweeping over me. This was incredible. Just a wicked heat to enjoy. My hips wiggled back and forth. I groaned, struggling to catch my breath as the pleasure bled out of me.

    Then I noticed what was in her hand.

    “What’s the results?” I gasped.

    Stefani’s green eyes widened. Her round breasts jiggled as she raised up the test, twisting it in her hand. She stared at the test’s plastic window. Then she glanced at me, her look reserved. I bit my lip, my hips wiggling from side to side.

    “Well?” I asked, this nervous twist rippling through my stomach.

    “I’m sorry, Yunie,” she said, her voice falling.

    “Oh, well, just means I get to fuck Clint more.”

    “Yeah, he does like fucking his pregnant sisters,” she said nonchalantly.

    I blinked. “Wait, what?”

    “Yeah, I’m sorry that your preggers,” she said, a naughty grin playing on her lips. “Gonna ruin your figure.”

    “You bitch,” I groaned.

    She giggled then she kissed me, her lips tasting of my tart pussy. Her tongue darted into my mouth. She swirled it around. Her round breasts pressed into mine as this amazing joy surged through me. I was going to be a mother.

    I was going to have my brother’s baby.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Two hours later, after the entire family celebrated my pregnancy and Clint looking as proud as a rooster strutting through the hen house, it was time for the lesson. I was excited about it, still bubbly from the wonderful news. My hand rubbed at my belly as I trooped through the backyards. All three of our houses were joined together, open, allowing us to stroll through. Some of the children were playing in the sandbox, watched by my mother and Ms. Hiragawa, Pam’s mother.

    “This is going to be fun,” Melody said. My half-sister, the only natural blonde in the family, walked beside me. Her blonde hair fell loose while the warm, autumn sun shone down on us. “I have some fun toys in here.”

    “Huh?” I said, blinking. “Toys?”

    “You are in that happy pregnancy daze,” Melody said. “I remember when I found out I was pregnant with Clint’s child.” She smiled. “That was a wonderful day. I was just giddy. I could hardly focus on my classes the next day.”

    “Yeah,” I said, drawing in a deep breath. “But we need to be ready. Focus.”

    “Yep,” she said as we reached the back door of the third house. Clit had bought a few years ago. The first two houses were owned by our father. He bought one for my family, and the other for Aunt Vicky. That was back when no one realized that Melody and Lee were his kids, a fiction maintained to the world.

    Clint was trying to undo that stigma of incest. To make it legal. California was open in some ways, since everyone thought Melody was his cousin it was okay for them to have sex, but for Alicia, Mom, Aunt Vicky, and myself it was very much illegal.

    Not that we cared. We loved it. We were happy.

    Melody punched in the code on the back door. It didn’t have a key lock. Clint set it up to keep the kids from getting inside until they were eighteen. We headed inside the play house. It was like a regular house, but there were heavy hooks set in the ceiling that various things could be hung from. Everything from sex swings to manacles to ropes for suspension play.

    “What do you got?” I asked and Melody winked at me.

    My sister had a playful streak to her that was a little bit like Lee, only Melody wasn’t a humiliation slut. She was dominant, one of Clint’s two queens. She and Pam were his lovers. His girlfriends. His wives if he could get his dream of having bigamy legalized. Melody had that tomboy streak in her. When they were kids, the two were inseparable, each other’s best friends.

    We stripped naked as we chatted, my curiosity piqued at what was in that bag. My half-sister was a beauty, her breasts round and beautiful. She was shaved, Clint preferring his women bare, and glistening. She smiled at me, her hair swaying loosely around her face. She didn’t wear it braided any longer. Her back arched, her breasts jiggling.

    Clint arrived a few minutes later, pulling off his t-shirt and showing off his muscled body. Melody threw her arms around his neck, giving him an enthusiastic kiss, his hands gripping her ass. I smiled at the display.

    I wished Stefani was here, but Clint didn’t want her throwing off the dynamic. Yet. She would get her chance to get back at her parents. She earned it.

    Melody broke the kiss, panting. “Let’s do this!”

    Clint shoved down his pants and his hard cock popped, thrusting from him. The doorbell rang. I sauntered to the door, naked and unashamed. The carpet was soft and plush beneath my feet as I moved through the living room. The couch was scotchgarded and there was no end table to get in the way. I reached the door, checking through the peephole to see who it was.

    Our guests.

    I wrenched open the door and hissed, “Get your slutty, skank ass in here right now, cunt!”

    Mrs. Armstrong shuddered then gasped as her husband smacked her rump. “You heard her, slave. Get in there.”

    “Yes, dear,” Mrs. Armstrong said, her voice throaty. The closeted dyke was becoming a model sex slave for her husband.

    “And strip that dress off,” he added, striding in. There was more of a spine to Mr. Armstrong. He was coming along, learning to dominate his wife. But was it enough? He still seemed… hesitant.

    I shuddered as Mrs. Armstrong swept by, her auburn hair bouncing. She bit her lip, her green eyes shining. She pretended to be a perfect, Christian wife, but she had kinky desires. She tried to destroy the massage parlor I worked at because we provided extra delights for our all-female clientèle.

    Delights the bitch claimed to hate but secretly craved.

    “Has she had an orgasm all week?” Clint asked, his voice strong. Melody was pressed against him, her hand idly stroking his cock, her hazel eyes bright.

    “No,” Mr. Armstrong said. “Right, slave?”

    “Right, dear,” Mrs. Armstrong said, her hands already unbuttoning the frumpy dress she wore. “I’m so horny, dear. I want to cum and cum. May I cum?”

    Clint gave a slight shake of his head.

    “Not until I tell you,” Mr. Armstrong growled. He was a slender man, tall and with a weak face. He was weaselly.

    “Yes, dear.”

    Clint smiled as the MILF stripped off her dress. She revealed that she was naked beneath, her breasts round and plump, her nipples dark red, thrusting from wide areolas. Her tits jiggled as her hair swept off of her shoulders.

    Melody broke from Clint and grabbed her bag. She pulled out a fleshy dildo attached to a harness and thrust it into my hands followed by a pair of anal beads. I smiled, recognizing the same pair that my mom used on Mrs. Armstrong in the hotel room.

    “Bitch, put this on me,” I said thrusting my fleshy dildo at the MILF.

    Mrs. Armstrong glanced at her husband. “May I, dear.”

    “Yes.”

    She darted forward towards me, her round breasts jiggled. She reached me, her green eyes glossy. She fell to her knees before me, taking it. I shuddered at my mastery over this bitch. I loved how eager she was to please me. I felt her eyes on my pussy.

    “You want to eat me, don’t you?” I growled. “You want to feast on my on my cunt!”

    “I do,” she moaned. “I’m a wicked wife. My husband has to control me.”

    I stepped into the harness. I shuddered as she pulled it up my thighs and drew it up my flesh. I groaned as she pressed the dildo into my clit, her hands tightening the harness. It was incredible to feel it rubbing on my sensitive bud. It sent this wid rush through me as she adjusted it, sending pleasure through me. My cunt clenched. My toes flexed and throbbed.

    Then she ducked her head in and licked my pussy. My girlfriend’s mother fluttered her tongue through my folds. She caressed me. Her tongue stroked me. My eyes squeezed shut as this bliss rippled through my body.

    It felt incredible. She gave me this teasing delight. It was wonderful to feel.

    “You naughty slut,” I groaned. “Just a pussy-loving dyke. Mr. Armstrong, your wife is a carpet-munching whore!”

    “She is,” Mr. Armstrong said. “Enough of that, slave.”

    “Yes, dear,” she moaned, pulling her mouth from me, her eyes glossy and her lips gleaming with my cream.

    “You’re here to be a faithful wife, not to indulge your depraved desire for pussy,” he growled.

    I rolled my eyes. There was nothing wrong with it, but he was still mired in his own beliefs. However, it was clear he liked it. He was already hard, his little cock tenting his slacks.

    “Have you been using her?” Clint asked.

    “Using her?” Mr. Armstrong asked.

    “Yes,” Melody asked as she pulled a naughty dildo out of her bag. It was green and segmented, almost looking like a caterpillar, with a hooked tail. It was designed to wiggle instead of buzz. “Has she been satiating your little dick?”

    “She’s given me blowjobs, and I’ve fucked her, but I’m not letting her cum,” Mr. Armstrong said. “We’ve been having a lot more sex.”

    “Because you’re being a man,” Clint said. “So let’s see if she’s learning. Your wife can’t cum until you let her.” My brother smiled. “I’ll let you know when that’s time.”

    “And we’re going to do such naughty things to you,” Melody said, turning on her vibrator. It undulated, my pussy clenched.

    “Suck on my dildo,” I hissed then I popped the anal beads into my mouth. I sucked on them, letting them slide through my lips.

    The woman sucked on the tip of my dildo. She bobbed her head, whimpering. Her lips sealed around the toy’s sculpted crown. She moaned, her mouth sliding up and down it, her green eyes glossy. As she worked her mouth up and down the dildo, its base rubbed into my clit.

    It was an incredible treat to enjoy. My pussy clenched as the heat surged through my body. My hips wiggled from side to side as the massaging pressure on my clit made me groan. My back arched as this delight shot through me.

    My half-sister grinned at me as she brought the dildo to Mrs. Armstrong’s pussy. She thrust it into her cunt. The wiggling toy buried deep into the woman. She gasped. Her eyes widened as she felt it squirming in her pussy. I knew that toy.

    The tip was twisting and turning inside of her, its blunted point massaging against her pussy’s walls. The thick shaft torqued in her, caressing her, teasing her. Melody flashed me a wicked grin. She pumped her dildo in and out of the MILF’s cunt, fucking her.

    Mrs. Armstrong groaned around my dildo.

    I popped the anal beads out of my mouth and grinned at her. “You like that, slut? You like sucking on my dick while getting fucked?”

    She whimpered around it.

    “I bet you just want to cum,” I purred. “Just show us that you’re a selfish cunt. A bitch that just wants to satiate herself all the time.”

    “Mmm, yes, yes, she just wants to cum. She’s dripping wet.” Melody thrust the dildo deep into the woman. Mrs. Armstrong groaned again. Melody licked her lips. “She’s going to cream. This dildo will drive her wild.”

    “Show us that you’re a filthy cunt!” I groaned, grabbing Mrs. Armstrong’s fiery hair. I held tight and thrust my dildo into her mouth. I buried it into her. I fucked her hard. I pounded her mouth. My clit throbbed. “You’re just a selfish whore!”

    “Mmm, so selfish,” Melody moaned. “You just care about your own pleasures, slut.”

    Melody grabbed the MILF’s ass and squeezed. My sister’s hazel eyes stared at me. They shone with delight as she thrust the dildo in and out of the MILF cunt. I shuddered as she slobbered on the fake cock while pleasure rippled through me.

    Melody bit the MILF’s ass. Not hard, but she left fading teeth marks. She shuddered, churning her up, driving the MILF wild. I could hear the bitch moan. She sucked hard on the dildo. I could tell that she wanted to cum.

    And couldn’t ask.

    I grinned, thrusting the dildo hard into her mouth as Clint came up behind Melody. Our brother stroked his cock, a big grin on his face. He winked at me. He had such dark eyes. Handsome eyes. His muscles rippled as he fell to his knees behind our sister. He smacked Melody’s rump with his big dick.

    Then he slid the tip down.

    “Clint!” Melody moaned as our brother fucked his cock into her cunt. She jammed the dildo deep into the MILF.

    “Mmm, tease that bitch,” Clint growled, his hips drawing back and then slamming into my sister. He filled her with his cock. I heard the slap of flesh. “Make her want to cum. But if she does…”

    “She’s going to be punished,” growled Mr. Armstrong.

    A panicked look crossed Mrs. Armstrong’s face. She sucked harder. She moaned, drool running down her chin. She shuddered, her body trembling. I loved it. I gripped her hair, my tits heaving before me as I fucked the dildo in and out of her mouth. Every thrust pressed that dildo’s base into my clit.

    Clint grunted as he pounded Melody. My sister panted, twisting the vibrator in the MILF. It wiggled away in the bitch’s twat. I drove my dildo deeper into the slut’s mouth. I would bury it down her gullet. It would slam down her throat and fill her.

    I groaned at the delight of using her. I pounded her. Fucked her. I buried the dildo down her throat. I loved the way she gurgled on it. She moaned, her words muffled by the toy. My pussy juices spilled down my thighs as my heat burned.

    “Damn,” Melody moaned. “Ooh, Clint, yes, yes, drive me to my orgasm. I’m going to cum so hard!”

    “I bet this bitch wants to cum hard!” Clint growled, his hands gripping our sister’s tits. He squeezed them as he pounded her.

    “Do you?” gasped Melody, pumping that vibrator in and out of the MILF’s cunt.

    I ripped my dildo out of the MILF’s mouth. She gasped and shuddered, drool spilling over her lips. I smacked the fake cock into her face, not hard, just enough to splatter her with saliva. I hissed, “Huh? Do you want to cum.”

    “Yes, yes!” the MILF gasped, rocking back into my sister’s thrusting dildo. Her back arched. Her face twisted with rapture. “I want to. Oh, yes, I want to cum. May I, dear! May your nasty, filthy, cheating wife enjoy herself?”

    Clint shook his head.

    “No,” Mr. Armstrong said, his voice throaty.

    “Will you disobey?” I demanded, smacking her forehead again. Then I slapped her cheek. “Huh?”

    “I’ll be good!” she moaned, her face twisting with pleasure. “But it’s so hard. This dildo is driving me wild. It makes me want to explode. Oh, oh, yes. Dear! Dear! Please, I need to cum!”

    “Not until I tell you!” Mr. Armstrong growled. “You swore to be faithful and obedient! You swore it in your vows to God! I’m going to make sure you keep them!”

    “Yes, yes, yes, dear!” she howled, her body shaking.

    “Oh, damn, I’m going to cum so hard!” Melody moaned. She rocked back into our brother’s thrusts. “Oh, Clint, yes, yes! Fuck me! Pound me. Ooh, I want to explode on this dick. I can cum when I want!”

    “Yes!” Clint growled and fucked her harder.

    I smacked the bitch’s cheek, the rubbery shaft rippling from the impact. She stared up at me, her eyes wide. “You don’t deserve to ever cum again for being such a terrible mother!”

    She shuddered.

    “But I want to,” she moaned. “I know I was wicked. I am wicked. Just a dyke-slut. Let me cum, dear! Please, please! I need it!”

    “No,” he growled. “You’re so pathetic. I thought you were such a good and loving woman. But you want to eat Zoey’s cunt, don’t you?”

    “I do!” Her nose twitched. “She smells so good. Tart and delicious.”

    “Do it!” Clint growled. “Press that pussy into her mouth, Zoey.”

    “Yes!” squealed Melody.

    I shoved my cunt against Mrs. Armstrong’s lips. The dildo thrust over her forehead, twitching and dripping with her saliva. I sucked on the anal beads again, tasting the plastic, as her tongue buried into my cunt. I groaned, trembling, the living room full of moans.

    The vibrator buzzed away in her cunt, making her whimper into my pussy. She licked and fluttered her tongue through my twat, driving me towards my orgasm. Melody’s face twisted in rapture. She rocked back into our brother’s thrusts, savoring his cock.

    The cock that had bred me.

    I shuddered as Mrs. Armstrong licked her tongue through my aching pussy. It was such a treat to feel. She swirled her tongue around inside of me. She thrust it deep into my cunt. She feasted on me with such hunger, her eyes desperate.

    “I’m going to cum!” I moaned. “I’m going to experience all that bliss you can’t, bitch!”

    “Yes!” Melody hissed. “Oh, damn, Clint! Fuck me harder!”

    “My queen!” he growled and plowed into her with force.

    He fucked her with all his passion. Their flesh slapped together. He made her gasp and moan out in delight. My sister’s face twisted in passion. She wasn’t fighting it. She surrendered to the incestuous bliss fluttering over her.

    “Eat my pregnant cunt and make me cum!” I moaned. “Ooh, get that tongue deep into my cunt. Feast on me. You nasty whore. Ooh, yes, yes. I’m going to be such a better mother than you!”

    I came.

    My climax swept over me fast. Sudden. I was gasping, moaning. I gripped her hair with my free hand, the other clutching the anal beads. The pleasure surged over me. Wave after wave of rapture shot through my body.

    “You’re pregnant?” Melody gasped. “Our brother bred you?”

    “Yes!” I moaned, my tits heaving as the rapture rushed through me. Mrs. Armstrong licked out my pussy cream. She feasted on me. It felt incredible to feel her tongue lapping at my folds. She ate me with such a desperate hunger as my orgasm burned through me. “You’re going to be a father, Clint! Again!”

    “Yes!” he growled and slammed hard into Melody.

    “Clint!” gasped my half-sister. “Yes, yes, flood me! Fill me with your cum!”

    I shuddered, the vibrator humming away. The air smelled of hot pussy. My tart musk mixed with sweet delight. My nose breathed it in as my body bucked and writhed. My pregnant cunt spasmed, convulsing with joy as my lover’s mother ate me out.

    “Fuck!” Clint groaned. His face twisted with passion.

    “Clint!” squealed Melody. “I love you! I love my king!”

    “My wild queen!” groaned Clint. “Goddamn.”

    I shuddered as my orgasm peaked. I released my grip on the MILF’s hair. I stumbled back, panting, the dildo swaying before me. The MILF trembled. I could hear the vibrator wiggling around in her cunt, the other end thrusting out of her. Melody didn’t hold it. She was shuddering in Clint’s arm, her head twisted.

    They kissed with passion. I smiled, watching their incestuous love as I came down from my orgasmic high. I wanted Clint to repel incest laws and make bigamy legal. I wanted him to marry Melody and Pam and even Alicia, our little sister who was also his little princess. She was the third closest to him.

    Hell, I wanted him to marry our mother, our aunt, Lee, and even those two twins who lived up the street raising Clint’s children with their hot, Japanese mother.

    I wanted to marry him. With Stefani. We could all be his wives. It would be so hot.

    “Damn,” I moaned, dizzy.

    “I need to cum!” Mrs. Armstrong moaned. “The dildo… Dear, dear! The dildo is driving me wild. I don’t want to be a selfish cunt any longer. I don’t want to be a dyke-slut. I want to be your faithful and obedient wife. But… but…” Her face twisted with rapture. “Please.”

    Clint’s hand shot out and, while still kissing my sister, ripped the toy from the MILF’s cunt. Mrs. Armstrong groaned and collapsed on the floor, the dildo buzzing beside her, wiggling and squirming, soaked in her juices.

    I smiled at the sight. My body buzzed. I wanted more fun. I wanted to push this bitch to her limits. I wanted to have a wild time. An idea popped into my head.

    “Bitch,” I hissed, sinking down onto my back. “Come ride my dildo reverse cowgirl style. I want to see that ass. I’m going to thrust these anal beads into your rectum and make you explode. I know how much you love that.”

    Mrs. Armstrong whimpered.

    “Do it,” her husband hissed, sounding so wimpy like he was out of control. He was masturbating in the corner, jerking his little cock.

    Mrs. Armstrong stumbled to her feet. She reached me and went to straddle me facing forward, her tits heaving. She grabbed the dildo, guiding it to her pussy. I could see her cunt looked raw and flushed through her bush.

    “I said reverse!” I hissed. “Turn around.”

    “Sorry,” she groaned, her face flushed.

    She twisted around, her gorgeous ass coming into sight. She grabbed the shaft and guided it to her pussy. She sank down on it, whimpering as her pussy engulfed my shaft. I groaned, my clit still sensitive from my orgasm.

    The pressure felt even better. Sparks flared through me.

    Clint whispered to my half-sister. Melody nodded and purred in delight. She rose to her feet and clamped a hand over her pussy. Clint’s dick bobbed, covered in her juices. She darted over to me and then grinned as she straddled my head, pulling her hand away as she lowered her shaved twat to my face.

    Clint’s cum poured out of her pussy before she reached my mouth. Her pussy lips were more developed than they had been at nineteen, the first time I ate her out. It coated her labia and then a drop fell and landed on my mouth.

    Salty cum sweetened by her yummy cunt.

    My half-sister settled her sloppy twat on my mouth. I groaned and flicked my tongue out through her lips. I shuddered, feasting on her creampie. She shuddered over me, her ass clenched before my eyes. She wiggled from side to side, letting Clint’s cum spill out of her.

    “Mmm, thrust those anal beads into her ass,” Melody moaned. “And you, slut, ride that dildo. I want you gasping and moaning and cumming. You know you want to cum.”

    “I do,” Mrs. Armstrong moaned as she rose up the shaft. It shifted on my clit. “I want to cum so badly.”

    She slammed down it, grinding the dildo’s base into my clit. Pleasure sparked through me. I moaned into my sister’s pussy. I thrust my tongue deep into her sweet depths and scooped out more of Clint’s wonderful cum. At the same time, I pressed my anal beads forward. I was blind, working by feel.

    Mrs. Armstrong rode my cock. She moaned and gasped, my clit throbbing and aching. Pleasure spilled through my body. I moaned my joy into my sister’s sloppy cunt as I slid the anal beads’ tip around the MILF’s asshole.

    I found her crack.

    “Now go down,” Melody moaned. “Ooh, Zoey, lower! Lower!”

    I moved the tip down as my body trembled. My tongue fluttered through her folds, licking up more of the salty jizz pouring out of her cunt along with her sweet cream. Melody grabbed my big boobs, squeezing them as I moved the anal beads.

    “Right there!” gasped Melody. “Oh, no, you moved away. Okay, go a little lower and… Darn it!”

    It was hard. Mrs. Armstrong rode me, working up and down my fake cock and make my pussy burn with the heat sparking from my throbbing clit. I had to work by feel, sliding the anal beads’ tip up and down the moving crack.

    I felt a divot.

    “That’s it!”

    Thrust.

    Mrs. Armstrong groaned as I felt her asshole engulfing the anal beads. I shoved them forward, feeling each time a bigger and bigger orb reached her sphincter. There was more resistance with each one. I thrust harder, driving each bead into her asshole.

    “Yes, yes, her asshole’s swallowing them!” moaned Melody. “Ooh, Zoey, this is so hot. She’s going to cum!”

    “No!” the MILF moaned. “Not without your permission, dear!”

    “Not yet,” Clint said.

    “No,” her husband growled.

    I shuddered at Clint’s mastery of the situation. My brother was a hunk. I gripped the anal bead’s end, a ring my finger was thrust through. I could pull them out at any moment, giving the MILF a sudden burst of pleasure as she rode my dildo.

    “You’re going to cum so hard,” Melody moaned. “Ooh, just like I am. My sister’s tongue is deep in my yummy snatch.”

    “I bet you taste good, Melody,” whimpered Mrs. Armstrong. “Oh, dear, I have to cum. This dildo. Oh, god, this dildo!”

    “I think we’ve heard enough of her whining,” Clint said. “Let me shut her up. Suck my dick clean. Taste Melody’s cunt, bitch.”

    I groaned as I heard the married MILF sucking on my brother’s cock before her husband’s eyes. She was cuckolding him again. Mr. Armstrong groaned as he watched. I moaned into Melody’s pussy, the pleasure building and building in my pussy.

    Mrs. Armstrong rode the dildo fast and hard. She was driving me towards a screaming orgasm. I shuddered, my toes curling as the heat surged through me. This was incredible. It was such a delight to experience.

    My tongue darted through Melody’s folds. I searched for more of Clint’s incestuous seed. I couldn’t find any more salty drops. I whimpered in disappointment while the MILF moaned around Clint’s dick. His cock was in her mouth.

    “Yes, yes, fuck her mouth,” hissed Melody. “Ooh, I love watching my king use a bitch. And your wife is a bitch, Mr. Armstrong.”

    “She is,” the weak man groaned. “She’s sucking your cock clean, Clint.”

    “You’ll have to punish her for that,” Clint groaned. “For licking Zoey’s cunt and sucking my dick without your permission.”

    “Yes!”

    I whimpered in delight. My pregnant pussy clenched. I was so close to cumming. I gripped the ring at the end of the anal bead, so ready to yank it. The MILF rode the dildo, working it in and out of her cunt, teasing me. My toes curled. The pleasure flowed through me. This wild heat burned in the depths of my twat.

    I was so close. I was almost there. A little more, and I would explode.

    The MILF slammed her pussy down my dildo. My clit throbbed and ached. I thrust my tongue deep into Melody’s twat. She groaned atop me, her fingers massaging my big boobs. The pleasure tingled down to my pussy.

    A few more drops, but enough.

    As Mrs. Armstrong rose up the dildo, I squealed in orgasmic rapture into my sister’s cunt. My pregnant pussy convulsed. Pleasure shuddered through me. I trembled on my back, my heart pounding rapture through my chest.

    “Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, stars bursting before my eyes.

    “Ooh, Zoey’s cumming just the way you want to!” gasped Melody. “Oh, you naughty bitch. You’re going to cum sucking my brother’s dick clean of my pussy. You love it!”

    Mrs. Armstrong moaned.

    My body bucked. My arm yanked.

    I ripped the anal beads out of Mrs. Armstrong’s asshole as the pleasure bathed my mind in ecstasy.

    I felt each bead pop out of her sphincter. In two heartbeats, I had yanked them all out of her bowels. The MILF squealed in rapture. Hot cunt juices gushed down the dildo and soaked my cunt. I gasped, my clit throbbing. New rapture exploded through me.

    I set off her orgasm.

    “She’s cumming!” I howled. “The selfish bitch is cumming!”

    “Yes, yes, yes!” Melody gasped, grinding on me. “She is. She’s cumming hard and… and… Zoey!”

    My sister’s incestuous juices flooded my face. They bathed me. I drank them down. I licked up that sweet delight seasoned with some salty cum that must have flowed out of her from deeper in her twat. I drank it down, my eyes squeezing shut as I savored this moment.

    “Fuck!” Clint growled. “Your wife is a whore. She can’t even follow simple directions.”

    “Have to punish her!” Mr. Armstrong groaned, his voice throaty. Was he cumming?

    “Yes!” Clint growled.

    Melody spilled off of me, lying on the ground, twitching beside me. I blinked, watching Mrs. Armstrong’s back. Clint was over her, fucking her mouth. I trembled as my orgasm peaked. I held at the pinnacle of rapture while staring into my brother’s dark, hungry eyes. I breathed in deeply, the air perfumed by my sister’s musk.

    My orgasm died.

    Clint ripped his cock out the married MILF’s mouth. I could see him fisting himself. His face twisted with pleasure. Then he growled. The MILF gasped. I could tell he was splattering her face with his cum, her head shaking.

    “Just a filthy, nasty, married slut!” Clint snarled, bathing her face in his hot seed.

    “Yes!” I moaned, the MILF squirming on the dildo, massaging it into my clit. “We’re going to have to punish you.”

    “You’re in so much trouble, slave,” growled her husband. “You just let another man cum on your face.”

    “I’m sorry, dear!” the MILF howled. “I’m just so weak. I love it. I love cumming!”

    I shuddered as my pleasure died into buzzing bliss. I heard movement and just noticed Stefani watching, a big smile on her face. I shuddered in delight and knew that the next part of the lesson would be wild.

    Mrs. Armstrong was a naughty slut. Again.

    To be continued…


  • Becoming The Family Submissive Slut – Chapters 01-10

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    Hello, This is my first published story, please be gentle, im aware my grammar, punctuation and spelling isn’t the best, but i will happily accept constructive feed back and criticism.

    Alll characters depicted in this story are over the age of 18. This story does contain sexual acts such as watersports and incest so if it’s not your thing, please scroll along. Thank you for taking the time to read and i hope you enjoy

    Becoming the Family Submissive Slut Chapters 1-10

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    Chapter One

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    I suppose some introductions would be in order. My name is Sarah, I’m a 19 year old college student from the north of England. My mother and father bought a house in a small town just south of the Scottish border around 9 years ago. Mum and dad have always had an amazing relationship, thing’s just seem to be easy with them. They rarely argue or fight and they have both worked hard to give us the life that we have been accustomed too. A little more about myself, I’m 5″3′ tall, a modest 36d cup with long raven black hair. people would best describe my figure as a little chubby, basically I have thicc thighs and a nice round bublebutt that i have grown to be proud of. I do love rocking the “Goth look” usually with the dark elaborate eye shadows, and black or deep red lip sticks.

    Anyways, digressing, this story begins shortly after i had turned 18, almost 14 months ago. I had been out with some of my girl friends for a few drinks at a local goth/rock night. It was the usual shenanigans, the venue was darkly lit, dingy and had a musky smell of sweat mixed with smoke from the fog machine. the floor was always drenched from drinks that had been sloshing out of glasses as people danced. This particular night, i had decided to show off my curvy figure with a tight black latex minidress that i had picked up for a bargain online. I coupled that with some fishnet stockings and my knee high new rock boots. The dress hugged my curves tightly, pushing up my tits more to make them look a little bit bigger. After getting my outfit on, i rubbed the latex dress down with some special polish that made it look really shinny. Afterwards i inspected my look in the floor to celling mirror.

    “Dam, i look real hot tonight, wonder what type of morons are gonna be hitting on me tonight” i chuckled to myself.

    After getting ready, i messaged the girls group chat and told them that i would be getting an uber in around 20 mins. I included a mirror selfie just to show them what i was going out in.

    “Wow Sarah! you look amazing!” Rachel replied back.

    The other 2 girls, Grace and Laura only heart emoji reacted to the photo to say that they had seen the message but were otherwise engaged in getting themselves ready. Sarah looked as her iPhone 14 Promax flashed up, a notification from the uber app to say that the driver was outside awaiting.

    “Mum? Dad? I’m going now, I’m not sure what time I’ll be home, so please don’t wait up, I’m out with Grace, Rachel and Laura” I shouted as i grabbed the small leather jacket from it’s home on the coat rack.

    “Ok love, I hope you have a good time, please be safe and vigilant” mum shouted as she was coming down the stairs.

    Karen, a 5″5′ tall leggy redhead was making her way down the stairs. Wearing a loose fitting nightshirt that only just came just a few inches past her crotch was hiding her true beauty. Karen worked out every day at the local gym, she was in the gym 6am in the morning like clockwork. Her gym cloths showed off her amazing tight athletic body. For 34 years old her mother was a female Adonis. Her 32c breasts were always poking her nipples through her gym tank top, her curvy ass left nothing to the imagination. Usually her mother attracted unwanted male attention because her gym leggings always seemed to show her camel toe.

    Her mum stopped just short of the bottom of the stairs. Her emerald green eyes piercing through Sarah’s body as she seemed to inspect every inch of her clothing. As she looked down towards her daughter’s ass, she gave a slight half smile half grin. Noticing that her daughter’s ass was being squished by the tightness of the latex dress she was wearing.

    “That dress looks good on you darling, I’m glad u took my advice when you showed me it. I used to love wearing latex and leather when i was younger” Karen said warmly as she kept on looking her daughter up and down.

    Sarah blushed slightly and and looked down a bit at the complement her mother had just paid her. Sarah couldn’t figure out why but she felt a little uncomfortable as she noticed her mother looking at her the way she was.

    “Thanks mum, I’ll be sure to stay with the others and I’ll get an uber straight home” I replied as I tried to hurry out the door to my waiting uber.

    ‘Finally, I’ll be able to have some fun and relax, why was mum looking at me all weird?’ I thought too myself as I quickly got in my uber.

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    Chapter Two

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    The Underworld was in what used to be the 2 basement levels below an old Hotel. It was laid out so that the dance floor and the really loud music was in the 2nd basement floor while the upper floor was the bar and the V.I.P areas. The Hotel was still there but it had been downsized due to declining numbers of guests. The basement levels were retrofitted with toilets, a solid wood dance floor as well as some storage rooms for the stock. The dancefloor room was always dark and smoggy from the smoke machines. Often as certain songs played, strobe lights would flash as the music from the huge speaker system blasted away. As the night progressed the smell of sweat would permeate strongly in your nose. It was the smell of pure energy as people danced with the flow and vibes of the music. Heavy Metal, cybergoth and other genres of music played away. Me and the rest of the girls met up at the bar, we’d decided that since it was to celebrate Grace’s 20th birthday, we all chipped in and paid for a V.I.P booth that came with a load of drinks. We sat around a small circular table as we started downing shots and Jagger bomb’s. We were all laughing and giggling away, but had all agreed that one of us should stay with the table and drink at all times.

    Grace and Laura disappeared into the crowd of people, making their way downstairs to the dancefloor, leaving Rachel and Sarah at the table with the drinks. While sat there, Rachel moved around the table to be closer to Sarah. Rachel was quite short in comparison to Sarah, standing at just 5ft tall, she was actually the shortest of the group. Rachel was also rocking the goth look, with a black corset a leather mini skirt and knee high boots, a fishnet top with black bikini triangles covering her pierced nipples. Sarah had always felt that Rachel was either a lesbian or at the very least, bi-curious, but Rachel never made any kind of big deal about her sexual orientation.

    “Do you think Grace is enjoying her birthday?” Rachael shouted.

    “Yeah, I think that it’s been a good night. Everyone seems to have had a good night so far, although is there another event going on or something? Lots of people in fetish gear in here

    tonight” I said back

    “I’m not sure, but yeah there does seem to be a bit of a fetish theme going on here. Like when i went to the toilet, I’m pretty sure the stall next to me had one lass eating out another one while being called mommy. Was some strange moaning going on, definitely someone with a mommy kink if you get my meaning” Rachel laughed as she picked up her glass “I mean who would ever dream of having sex with their own mom, especially if they’re a girl, you’d have to be pretty fucked up and twisted right?” she carried on as she put her glass back on the table.

    “Yeah, that would be pretty fucked up” i laughed back as i picked up my phone. “Looks like those two are having fun on the dance floor” i giggle as i turn my phone’s screen around so Rachel could see.

    “Well now, they do look like their having fun, a little too much fun, and without us” Rachael said with a bit of a bratty attitude “Hey, I’ve got an idea, let’s send them a pic back, but of us kissing. We’ll caption it with having our own fun or something” she giggled as she started to climb around closer too me.

    “Errrr, sure why not” i shrugged nervously as Rachel’s face came closer and closer. I closed my eyes and patiently waited for her soft lips to touch my own. We’d kissed in the past, but it was nothing more than a peck on the cheek between friends. This was different though, she’d never kissed me on the lips before. I softly jumped as her lips made contact with mine, they were soft, warm and moist, i could faintly taste the peach schnapps from her drink staining her lips. Time seemed to slow down ten fold as i felt her gently push her tongue out of her mouth and gently towards mine. Shocked I didn’t know how to respond so i slowly opened my own lips inviting her to slide her tongue in. Her tongue slowly danced around inside my mouth slowly caressing my tongue, her saliva tasted sweet from the cocktails that we had been drinking.

    I slowly began to feel confusion. I had never shown any interest towards another woman, but at the same time, i had very little interest in men either. Yet here i was, sat here in a night club allowing one of my girl friends to kiss me as if i were her lover. It was sensual and somewhat erotic, i could feel my pussy starting to tingle and warm up. Suddenly Rachael broke away with a startle and a shocked look on her face. Grace and Laura were stood there, both of them holding their phones in their hands, with the cameras pointed right at Sarah and Rachel.

    “Well….” Rachael said with some attitude “I hope you both enjoyed the show, I know I did” smirked Rachael.

    “Yeah, we had just as much fun” I joined in.

    All four of us began laughing hysterically as Grace and Laura sat back at the table. The evening progressed as expected, the cocktails flowed nicely, plenty of silly selfies and videos of them on the dance floor. As midnight approached, I begin to feel the effects of the cocktails I’d been drinking that it was time to be going home soon. The other girls agreed as we all booked our ubers home. We hugged and cuddled as our cars pulled up outside the club. I got into my uber and confirmed my address as the driver started making his way to my home.

    ‘What an amazing night it’s been, but I seriously wonder if Rachael meant for that kiss to be like that, or was it just an “in the moment” kinda thing. Either way, I kinda enjoyed it’ i thought too myself. After about twenty minutes, the driver informed me that we had arrived at my home address. I thanked him as i began to stumble out of the car. He wished me a good night as i closed the car’s door

    ‘Oh it will be a good night once I’m laid in my bed’ i thought to myself as i fumbled about in my hand bag to get my keys out.

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    Chapter Three

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    After a few minutes of rummaging around in my bag, I finally unlocked the front door, planted my handbag on the bottom step of the stairs, kicked off my boots into their usual spot. The house seemed someone eerily silent, usually either mum or dad were up late working on something, or at the very least watching TV. I thought nothing more as i grabbed my handbag and began making my way up the stairs. The house was a large 3 bedroom house, two of the bedroom’s were en suite, sadly my bedroom was not one of those. For some strange reason known only to drunken me, it had occurred to me that i had not seen inside the spare bedroom for a good while now. I know mum and dad renovated it last year, but the door’s always been locked for some strange reason. I had never questioned why the door was always locked, i guess i just never paid attention to that really. I stumbled up the stairs when i began to hear a faint moaning sound coming from one of the bedrooms.

    ‘Great, one of them was watching a porno on their iPad and the headphone’s disconnected again’ i thought to myself with some mild irritation. ‘Guess I’m falling asleep with my headphones on tonight’ as i reached the final steps to the top. Looking around i noticed a faint soft light coming from one of the bedroom doors. I slowly tiptoed down the hall towards the light. ‘This is the spare bedroom’ i thought too myself as I approached the door.

    I was confused as to why either of my parents were using the spare room. I was not prepared for what i was about to face. I peered through the crack in the door, soft gentle muffled moaning sounds coming from inside the bedroom. The light inside was soft but dim, but bright enough to see the dark purple paint on two of the walls. Small units with draws lined the side of the wall that was visible to me. Above those were shelves with objects placed on them neatly. Suddenly a figure came into view, it was a woman. I clasped my hands over my mouth as I gasped when I realised who I was looking at.

    ‘THAT’S MY MOTHER! WHAT THE FUCK!’ I screamed in my head, in complete shock to what I was seeing.

    My mother was wearing a black latex top, that had holes cut out so her tits were on show. A latex suspender belt clipped on to latex stockings and stiletto high heels, which must have been at least 6 inches. Her hair was slicked back into a long pony tail, dark make up around her eyes and lips. She had latex gloves that went up to just past her elbows and what looked like a riding crop while a thick black leather collar adorned her neck.

    “I told you Slave that you were going to be punished if you didn’t do as you were told to do” said my mother in a demure tone of voice. Her facial expression show that of sadistic pleasure in what action she was about to take. She slowly turned and began to walk out of my view.

    ‘Oh My God, my mum looks hot, what the fuck, and and, who the fuck is she calling slave? that can’t be dad can it?’ i thought in disbelief as to what was unfolding in front of me. I could hear the soft muffled replies of someone who sounded like they had something gagging them. This is the point that i should have walked away, I should have just gone to my bedroom, finish off the last bit of rum i had stashed in my bedroom and gone to bed. BUT my curiosity got the better of me, I shimmied as quietly as i could to see if i could see what was going on. As i moved, another person slowly came into view.

    ‘DAD! dad is my mom’s slave?!?” I exclaimed in my confused brain. My dad was a little bit older than mum, but only by about 2 years. He liked to keep himself in shape as well. Looking closer, i can see my dad kneeling on the floor, a ball gag in his mouth and a black spiked dog collar around his neck with a lead attached to it. I was in complete and utter disbelief that my daddy was my mom’s personal sex slave. I found myself moving my free hand slowly down towards my skirt as i began to lift it up from the hem. Slowly, my finger tips reached my thong covered pussy as i slowly started to circle my clit.

    “It’s a shame slave, you have a rather nice big cock, and i do so enjoy using it, but if you can’t be trusted to do as your told, then I’m afraid your cock is not going to get used. At least not for the next week anyways” my mother cackled with a wicked smile on her face. “Instead, you can show me how much of a good slave your going to be over the next week. I hope you don’t mind but there’s going to be a lot of pussy and ass on your menu this week. Your going to show me how much of a good cunt licker you are, and if your a good boy and do manage to some how please me, I might even end your chastity earlier” she said in a smooth sassy voice.

    ‘Chastity?! what the fuck is that?’ i thought in this drunken confused state. Here i was, apparently slowing masturbating while I’m drunk watching my mother dominate my father. I should have been feeling sick to my stomach at what i was watching, but i wasn’t. I was getting hotter and hotter, feeling my cunt drip its slick girl juices out soaking my lace thong. Looking closer, where my dad’s cock should be was shinny like metal. It looked like it was around his cock, his balls encased in a metal cage and brass padlocks keeping it held together tight.

    “Now, slave, I’m going to remove that gag, and your going to show me why your worthy of being able to eat your mistress’ cunt. Your going to demonstrate this by showing me how good you are at eating my tight asshole” mum said, flashing a wicked grin across her face.

    Turning my gaze back to my mother, i could see her bare naked pussy. It was very clear that she’d had treatment around her cunt, there wasn’t a single hair visible. Most likely laser hair removal judging from how smooth she looked. Her clit glinted in the light as a small bar had been pierced vertically through it and metal ring’s in both of her nipples. looking and watching my mother’s impressive naked body, I could feel my own pussy getting wetter and wetter, my finger’s franticly pulling at my thong trying to move it aside to gain access to my soft little virgin hole.

    Even though i was only 19, I’d decided that I wasn’t just going to sleep with some random dude, just to pop my cherry. I’d always felt that it had to be the right person at the right time. I’d watched porno’s on the internet and some of the girls shared photos of naked men or women. But sex had never been a priority in my life. But here I was watching my parents engaging in sex and submission, rubbing my pussy while getting turned on. I stopped dead in my tracks as I look up and see my mother looking in my direction. I panic and scurry off too my bedroom as quickly and as quietly as I could. I quickly stripped out of my cloths, but decided i was to hot and bothered to put any night ware on, I’d just sleep nude tonight. I quickly climbed on my bed and curled up under the covers, snuggling into my pillow’s trying to get comfortable.

    ‘What the fuck! i had no clue that my mum was queen bitch! and dad just let her! and what was that thing around daddy’s cock? that didn’t look like it was comfortable at all’ i thought to myself, as my hand subconsciously moved slowly down my body until it found my wet gooey hole. I slowly started inserting my index finger gently wiggling it about as I slide it in. As my pussy grew wetter and wetter my nipples began to stiffen. With my free hand i began to kneed at my nipple, gripping it and twisting it, alternating the direction I was twisting. Suddenly in my mind, my mother was dressed just as she was, stood in front of me. Her emerald green eyes staring down at me, piercing through my skin looking deep into my soul. Her ruby lipstick covered lips smiling with wicked sedition and malice. Her hand holding onto a chain that was attached to a collar around my neck.

    “Someone want’s to eat her mommy’s shaven wet cunt. Someone’s a submissive little slut deep down isn’t she” my mum says to me in a smooth calm tone of voice.

    I startle suddenly and bolt upright on my bed, pulling my finger’s from my wet needy pussy.

    “What the fuck Sarah, why are you dreaming about eating your own mother’s pussy, you sick twisted bitch” i say to myself quietly.

    I lay back down and try to settle, eventually drifting off to sleep.

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    Chapter Four

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    The next morning, it was about 10:30 in the morning by the time I’d woken up. The sun was gently shining through my bedroom window, my eyes taking a few moments to adjust to the brightness. I slowly kicked off the duvet, the cool air in my bedroom hitting my naked body. My upper thigh’s felt sticky after my pussy had leaked girl juices when i was horny last night. Suddenly my mind went back to what i had seen. I honestly had no idea how i was supposed to act around my parents now. I knew they had an active sex life, they were noisy enough about it sometimes, but i had no idea they were into bondage and kinky shit. Let alone into domination and submission and that mum was a Dominatrix.

    Slowly my pussy begins to tingle as it start’s leaking out more cunt juice. Unable to resit the urges, i slowly pull open the lowest draw on my bed side unit and pull out a magic wand toy. I slowly roll over onto my back spreading my legs. My needy pussy now dripping it’s hot cream all down my pussy and into my ass crack. I gently place the head of the wand against my clit and turn it on to it’s highest setting. i wanted to cum and cum fast. The vibrations surging through my clit was like shock of electric. I moan softly as the toy has it’s wicked way with my clit. Images in my mind formed again, of my mother, holding the lead for the collar around my neck, grinning wickedly at me as she slowly pulls the lead. She begins to drag my face closer and closer to her shaven wet pussy, the musky aroma coming from her wet lips now getting stronger the closer my face gets.

    “That’s right bitch, your mommy’s new little play thing. You are now not just my daughter, but my fuck toy, to use as i see fit. I hope you enjoy eating pussy, because your going to be eating it a lot” my mum cackles at me wickedly.

    i watch in horror as my mouth finally makes contact with her drooling wet pussy. Instantly i push my tongue out licking around the soft folds of her cunt. Her pussy juice coating every centimetre of my tongue, forcing me to taste it.

    Suddenly i open my eyes as my pussy exploded from the orgasm that just hit me. I begin panting trying to catch my breath, dropping the toy buzzing away on the mattress.

    ‘Did i really just orgasm to the thought of being my mother’s sex slave?’ i thought to myself while i was still floating on cloud nine.

    Eventually i regain my senses and decide that i should probably take a shower. Grabbing a towel from the back of my door, i wrapped it around myself and made my way to the bathroom. As i made my way down the hall i came to the spare bedroom door. i stopped and looked, it was closed, but i began to wonder if it was locked again. Reaching for the handle i jump as a female voice from behind me broke the silence.

    “Good morning sweetie, did you have a good night out last night?” my mother asked.

    “Fuck sake mum! nearly shit myself!” i screamed back in fright “but yes, we had a good night, was long, but good.” i said in a more calmer manor once id relaxed again.

    Mum looked at me with green eyes, a warm smile spreading across her face.

    “That’s good, I’m glad you all had a good night out and all came home safe. Did anything interesting happen last night then?” she asked almost casually.

    ‘My god, did she actually see me last night? is she testing me? fuck fuck fuck, what do I do? play it cool, that’s what I’ll do, play it cool’ i said to myself, trying to keep calm

    “ummmm no not really, not unless u count Rachael trying to eat my face and kiss me” I replied back sheepishly trying to not let on that id seen last night’s shenanings

    “your not a little lesbo are you? it doesn’t matter if you are you can tell me” she teased watching to see my reaction.

    “MOMMMM! no I’m not a lesbian!” I shouted back in embarrassment.

    “so what type of kiss was it? was it just a peck on the cheek or…” she started saying.

    “I don’t want to talk about it mum! please just stop!” I cut her off mid-sentence. “I’m going in the shower i feel all icky from last night and then i need to get ready to go out” i continued as i started to walk towards the bathroom.

    “Oh ok, well if you want to talk about it or anything else, you know where i am” Karen shot back quickly before turning to head down the stairs.

    Finally reaching the bathroom, i close the door and turn on the shower allowing the water to flow and heat up. stepping in, the warm water slowly glided over and down my smooth skin. I slowly start caressing my body massaging the water into my skin. My hands gently working over my tits, my finger tips brushing over the top of my rapidly hardening nipples. I was getting horny again, i lay down in the bath tub positioning myself so the water from the shower head was aimed at my pussy. Slowly with one hand i start to rub my clit as i begin to gently work fingers from my other hand into my wet and wanting hole. The sensation of the hot water as it landed on my cunt was stimulating and erotic. i could feel another orgasm building slowly. Now lost in my own world of sexual pleasure and ecstasy, i finger fucked my pussy while rubbing my clit furiously.

    “Mom, your finger’s feel so good in my wet pussy, i love how they are making me feel” i moaned in a low voice. I was fantasizing about being finger fucked by my mother. I was completely lost in this new fantasy.

    After 20 minutes of working hard, i finally came all over my fingers. I’d never felt the urge to before, but this time i took my slick fingers as pulled them out of my soaking wet cunt, raised them to my face

    then began to suck on them. The creamy milky fluid that coated my hands had a sweet taste to it, as i licked and sucked the juice off my fingers.

    After finishing my shower, i wrapped my naked body back in the towel and headed back to my bedroom. After drying myself off, I’d decided that today was gonna be a comfy day, so i pulled out some joggers and a t-shirt.

    after getting dressed i headed down stairs to grab some breakfast. When i reached the kitchen, Dad was sat at the breakfast bar drinking his brew and reading his paper while mum was sorting out the laundry.

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    Chapter Five

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    My dad was sat in short’s and t-shirt and shorts. He’d been out for a run this morning by the look of it. He looked over briefly as i entered the kitchen.

    “Morning Sarah, did we have a good night out?” he asked.

    “Morning dad, and yeah was good, everyone enjoyed themselves” i cheerfully replied back as i took a seat on a stool across from him.

    “Would u like a brew?” he asked as he stood up.

    “umm yes please, make it a strong one, got a bit of a hang over this morning. shouldn’t be too surprised at that the amount of cocktails we drank last night” i chuckled.

    As dad turned to walk away to make me a coffee, my eyes were drawn to his crotch. Suddenly my mind went back to last nights events, seeing his cock caged up the way it was. I began to wonder if he was still wearing whatever it was. My young pussy started to betray me as i felt it starting to get warm and slick again. My god i was fantasizing about my dad’s naked body. I pressed my thigh’s together trying to dampen this feeling as dad walked back over with a cup of coffee.

    “I have something i need to talk to you about princess. Next week I’m going to be going away for work. Big project that I’m heading up down south in Wales. It mean’s that I’m going to be working away more often than not over the next twelve weeks. I’ll be home on some weekends, but for the most part, I’ll be down there.” he said as he handed me the mug of coffee.

    “Oh ok dad, i hope they are making it worth your while being away for that long” i replied back slowly sipping the hot fresh coffee in my hands.

    “well it’ll keep your mother happy, happy wife happy life and all that jazz” he laughed

    I looked up at him with a gentle warm smile, trying to not let on that I’d seen him being treated as a sex slave last night.

    ‘Yeah, you mean happy mistress happy life from what i saw last night’ i thought too myself.

    “Anyways, I’ll be away for the best part of twelve weeks before i come home, so it’s just going to be you and your mother” he continued. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy some quality time with your mum”

    “I’m sure we’ll manage just fine without you dad” i retorted back. My mind had wandered back to what i had seen the previous night. I was still somewhat shocked by what i had seen. Did my dad really enjoy being dominated? was it that much of a turn on for him to be under my mums thumb like that. I quickly finished my coffee and headed back to my pit. I had planned on a somewhat lazy day given the amount of alcohol id drank last night. I saw my phone flash up with a notification, it was Rachael.

    “Hey, how’s your head this morning? btw, Grace got a really great video of us kissing, i’m not gonna lie, it was hot to watch” she said

    “Yeah, I’m ok, head’s just a little dull from the hang over, I’ll be good though. Yeah looks like Grace has sent the video to me as well, what’s the betting that’s gonna end up on insta later on?” i replied back with some laughing emoji’s

    A couple of minutes later and my phone flashed again.

    “Well I’m not gonna lie, but iv done nothing but think about that kiss since i got home” she commented back.

    “Keep dreaming Rach, it’s not gonna happen, last night was only a bit of fun and a one off, never going to happen again” i shot back quickly.

    That kiss had been on my mind since it happened and coupled with the fact that i saw last night’s events with my mum and dad, my brain was confused. My phone flashed again several more times, which i ignored as i opened up my laptop. My mind was wandering down a rabbit hole, and i had to know what chastity was. Seeing that device on my dad’s cock had gotten me interested. Opening my browser, i typed in ‘Chastity’ in the search bar. I was not mentally prepared for what was about to be displayed on my screen. Men (and women) with metal devices covering the entirety of the genitals. Some of the pics showed the inside of the device for men’s cocks to be ribbed, and some even spiked, I’m assuming to cause pain if the man’s penise started to become erect. clicking on a few links, i was taken to a porn website where a video of a woman started playing. She was a young blond girl, probably my own age, 18 or 19, she had small tits and quite skinny. She had been secured to a bed with metal cuffs around both her ankles and wrists and a metal slave collar around her neck with a big metal O-ring on the front.

    She was struggling against the bonds that was keeping her secured to the bed, spread eagle for the world to see. She had a metal chastity belt around her waist, a large flat plate covered her pussy and a small opening next to her puckered rose bud, assuming allowing her to go to the toilet should she need too. Her small breasts were encased in metal as well, with two thick chains running from the centre between each cup and over her shoulder’s to the back of the device. She was clearly turned on from how much she was moaning, begging for her “Owner” to release her and to pleasure her pussy.

    Another woman came into view, you could tell from the long stiletto style acrylic nails on her finger tips. She slowly scraped the tips of her nails along the inside of the bound teen’s legs leaving faint scratch marks on her unblemished skin. Soon my pussy was wet again, leaking like a fountain as i became more engrossed in the video playing out in front of me. I slipped my hands beneath the waist band of my joggers and thong pulling them down to my kneed and slid two finger’s deep in to my dripping wet cunt. The video soon switched, the Mistress had now climbed on top of her young slave, positioning her pussy right above her mouth. I watched as the Mistress informed the young girl that she would only receive sexual pleasure back if she was a good submissive little slut. The teen girl moaned as the older woman slowly gyrated her hips above her. I plugged in my headphones and carried on watching as the older woman told her to open her mouth. The young girl opened her mouth as wide as she could waiting for what was to come next. Moments later the Mistress stopped moving her hips about, slid her hands down her flat stomach and parted her pink pussy lips gently. She closed her eyes as jet’s of hot piss started to flow from her urethra.

    My eye’s were glued to the screen as this beautiful teenage girl was sat there trying to gulp down the acrid fluid now filling her mouth. Piss began to overflow from her mouth and across her face onto the shinny bedding she was laid on. It looked like the bed sheets were made of PVC or Latex, makes sense if you were going to use your slave to piss on she thought too herself. Eventually the woman stopped pissing as her bladder finally emptied, the young girl gulping down the last of the piss that was in her mouth. She smiled as she opened her mouth to show her mistress that she had indeed swallowed all the piss. At this point i was unbelievably horny and was completely unaware that i was being watched. Mum had heard the soft moans as i pleasured myself and decided to see what was going on. Little did i know that she was stood there rubbing her pussy getting off watching me get off. I didn’t care, i just needed to cum. Moments later a powerful orgasm ripped through my body like a tsunami, my legs shaking from the pleasure wracking my brain. As i fingered myself more i started to feel something building up in my pussy, as another orgasm started to rock my body, my eyes opened wide as more and more fluid came leaking out from my pussy coating my thigh’s legs and hands.

    “FUUUUUUUUUUCK! OH MY GOD! FUUUUUUUCK!” I screamed, eyes rolling into the back of my head.

    After I’d stopped having orgasm after orgasm, i managed to gain my composure once more, looking at my girl cum covered hands, i started to lick the sticky hot fluid off my hands, savouring the taste. It didn’t taste like piss, but i wasn’t sure what it

    tasted of, but i kept on lapping it up. I suddenly stopped dead in my tracks and started thinking to myself.

    ‘Oh my god? am i really a lesbian? did i just get off watching a woman torturing another woman and then pissing in her mouth? Jesus Christ what’s wrong with me?’ i thought too myself as i wiped my hands and legs down.

    ‘I need to get a grip of myself!’ i said shaking my head.

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    Chapter Six

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    It had been just over a week since Sarah had witnessed her mum using her dad as a sex slave. Her dad had gone away down to Wales for his job leaving her alone with her sadistic mother. Karen worked a lot, and was usually out of the house until around 6pm most days, except for today. She had decided to book in a day off and use a holiday. She was sat lounging around in the large back garden on a sun lounger, her body covered in a rather skimpy black bikini. It let nothing to the imagination as her body glistened from the oily look on her skin from the tanning creams she had applied. her stomach was flat with some impressive abs showing through. She was proud of how in shape she was, she was stunning and she knew it.

    It had gotten to around lunch time when Karen decided to go and sort herself out a light healthy snack for lunch. She sauntered into the kitchen to make herself a few sandwiches and grab a drink. As she sat down with her food, she noticed that her daughter’s laptop had been left on the breakfast bar. Sarah didn’t usually password protect her laptop so Karen decided to open it up and take a peek at her daughter’s browsing history. Previously most of the search history had been of fashion items, things like latex, leather and PVC clothing, but then she noticed in the last week she started to look at more adult orientated materials.

    She knew Sarah was sexually active and aware, she’d bought the magic wand vibrator for her as a gift for her 18t birthday, but Sarah hadn’t really talked about what she liked, in fact, Karen was pretty sure Sarah was still a virgin. Karen scrolled through the links that had been coming up and clicked on the very last one in the search history. Her gaze fixated on the screen as a wicked evil grim flashed across her face. It was a video of a young woman, probably no older than Sarah in reality, short purple and black hair in a bob cut on her knees, cuffs around her wrists and ankles and a collar around her neck. Black shear nylon stockings covered her legs up to her thighs and a small compact chastity belt locked over the top of her shaven little honey pot.

    ‘Well well well, looks like my darling little daughter is a kinky little slut, the question is, is she a Dom or a sub?’ Karen thought to herself as she intensely watched the Video play out.

    The volume was at around half so Karen could hear what the young girl was saying.

    “Please mommy, i mean mistress, make me cum, i need to cum so badly, it’s been three weeks since you last let me have an orgasm, I’ve been a good little slut for you” she pleaded.

    “You have been a good little slut for mommy, and based on how you behave now, i may just grant your request” the Mistress said coldly.

    Karen’s eyes grew wider as the Mistress straddled the young girls face, pulling the girls mouth too her cunt with the leash attached to the collar. The young teen’s mouth open and waiting with her tongue extended as far as she could get it, began to furiously lick at her mistress’ dripping wet pussy.

    “Well now, Kinky and into incest by the look of it” Karen said to herself moaning, now aware that was was currently rubbing her clit frantically.

    The video played out for another 40 minutes, showing the mistress preforming various sex acts to what appeared to her daughter. Clipping on claps to the young girls nipples. She pushed in a three inch wide but plug into the girls tight looking asshole. She’d used plenty of lube so it took little effort for her to slide it in her rectum. Eventually it ended up with the Mistress releasing the belt from the teens waste and fucking her senseless with a 12 inch black ribbed strap-on.

    The sexual pleasure the teen girl was receiving caused her to have a massive orgasm with her pussy squirting out girl cum all over herself and her mistress. The mistress released the straps from the harness holding the 12 inch black cock and moved across the girls body, once again straddling her face with her pussy directly over her mouth. The teen understood what was about to happen and willing opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue as her mistress began releasing a stream of hot piss into her mouth.

    Karen, who had no less than three orgasms in by the time she watched the video to the end, closed off the website and put everything back as it was and shut the laptop.

    “Well, Sarah seems to enjoy looking at women dominating women and pissing in their mouth, kinky little slut. And what’s better, the Mistress was supposedly the girls mother” Karen said aloud as she took a another sip of her drink.

    Karen’s mind began to think of how she could make this sexual fantasy come true for her daughter. Sarah was a beautiful young woman, she wasn’t fat by any means, in fact, she was curvy in the right places. Karen had never though about her daughter in a sexual way before. Sure she’d been a mistress to a few women in the past, and had even had threesome’s with Rob her husband, but she never though that her daughter could be so sick and twisted. She quickly opened up Sarah’s laptop again pulling up other previous search history.

    Website’s like love honey had been visited, she’d been looking at latex and fetish clothing as well as various other sex toys. Looking in the top corner of the website, she had noticed that the shopping basket has around 8 items there, but had not been paid for. Quickly browsing the items, Karen got up and hurried down the hall to her handbag. She retrieved her purse and pulled out her credit card. Quickly she changed the name for the delivery and entered her card details and chose next day delivery for shipping. Once the ordered had been placed, she put everything back in the shopping basket and closed down the website.

    Picking up her phone, she scrolled through her contacts and rang the office.

    “Hiya, Dianne, it’s Karen, look I’m gonna need to put in 2 more days holiday for Thursday and Friday, few things have come up at home that is going to require my attention. I’d rather not hang about to deal with it.” Karen said to her colleague on the phone.

    “Ok, I’ll ring through to H.R now and inform them to take off 2 more days holiday, we’ll see you on Monday, hope everything’s ok” Dianne replied down the phone.

    Karen looked at the time, Sarah wouldn’t be home from college until around 3:30pm, she still had a couple of hours of alone time. She quickly walked back too the secluded garden, looked around to make sure she was alone and undid the tie-strings of her bikini. It slid off of her oily slick body and onto the decking below, leaving Karen completely naked. The sun gleaming off the stainless steel rings that were pierced through her nipples and the bar in her clit. She laid there exposing her entire naked body to the gentle warm rays of the sun.

    ‘So my daughter is a mommy loving incestuous little slut that likes to be dominated, and apparently get’s off on women pissing in another woman’s mouth. Who’d have thought it, guess I’m going to have to figure out how to make all this happen. My husband and my daughter as

    ‘my submissive sex slaves, how tantalisingly delightful’ Karen thought too herself as she slowly started to stroke her slick pussy again.

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    Chapter Seven

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    It had been a long day at collage, it had been warm at over 25 degrees so she was feeling hot and flustered. She’d gone to collage in a sun dress thinking it might have been a bit too warm for anything else. It was covered in a spooky Halloween style print on the material which is why she liked it. It was light allowed for good ventilation while she sat in her hot classrooms. She’d foregone wearing a bra today her large tits were already moist with sweat, she didn’t want to feel any more restricted. She’d met up with Grace and Laura at dinner time, with the usual topics of conversation consisting of boy’s they’d like to fuck (or girls in some cases), how bad some of the classrooms were because of the heat.

    “So Sarah, how was the kiss with Rachael? I’m not gonna lie, it looked hot and you looked like you were totally into it” Grace said with a air of teasing in her tone of voice.

    “Why is everyone so bothered by the fact i kissed Rachael, we’ve been friends a long time, it’s not like it means anything” i shot back quickly

    “Well, that’s not how she see’s it” laughed Laura sarcastically.

    “Oh really? and how does she see it?” i retorted.

    “well I’d definitely say she’s bi-curious, because all she’s done when your not around is talk about you and how hot you looked”

    My brain started to spiral into a confused state how i was after I’d gotten home from the club. Did Rachael really find me attractive? Come to think of it, she’s pretty much avoided me most of this last week. She must be worried that because she kissed me that i don’t

    want to speak to her any more.

    “well, she can keep dreaming” i said back.

    The rest of the day panned out pretty much as expected. As much as i loved my lessons, i couldn’t wait to get home. My pussy had been aching all morning wanting some love and attention, and i wanted to get home and give it what i needed. After my final lesson, i made the 20 minute walk home, air pods in my ears as i walked along. I got home and noticed that mum’s car was on the drive, it looked like it hadn’t moved all day. This was strange to Sarah, normally she’s used to having a few hours of peace and quiet before her mum got in from work. She unlocked the front door, kicked of her pumps and dropped her bag too the floor. She noticed the back door was wide open.

    ‘Mum must be out enjoying the sunshine working on her tan no doubt’ i said to myself.

    Walking into the kitchen i grabbed a cold can of sugar free monster from the fridge. As i went to walked back down the hall to the stairs i heard my mother shouting me from the garden.

    “Sarah is that you home love?” Karen shouted.

    I turned back to the open door and started shouting back

    “Yeah mum, what’s….”

    I was stopped mid sentence as my mother’s naked figure now gracefully waltzed through the back door. Our eyes met briefly as she saw the look of shock on my face, my eyes glued to her pierced nipples, slowly working down her body to her shaved pierced pussy.

    “MONM!!! JESUS CHRIST! put some cloth’s on i shrieked in a high pitched shout.

    “Why what’s wrong? it’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before, besides it’s a lush sunny day, since i had a few days extra holiday available at work, I’d decided to have a couple of days off work to chill, maybe even spend some girly time with my only child” Karen said back with a slight smirk on her face.

    “Well we can spend time together, as long as your actually wearing cloths mom!” i shouted back sarcastically. I noticed I’d left my laptop on the counter top, walking past mum i grabbed it and turned to head back down the hallway to go up too my bedroom.

    “Ok well if it would make u feel more comfortable, I’ll make sure i have some cloths on” Karen laughed back, knowing that she had just embarrassed her daughter.

    “Yes, it would be a little less awkward for us both mum, anyways, give me a shout when we’re ready to sort out tea in a bit, i need to go blast some college home work” i said as i carried on walking down the hall. My cheeks felt hot and rosy red after blushing seeing my naked mother. my tight little pussy started to feel warm and wet, i was getting horny just by looking at her.

    “Ok sweetheart, see you a little later on” Karen replied back heading back to the garden.

    I quickly quickly reached my bedroom shutting the door behind me with an slam. My dripping wet cunt was now demanding some immediate attention, girl juices were slowly snaking it’s way down my inner thighs, the smell strong and pungent filling the air. In one swift motion i quickly removed my sun dress, leaving only my red lace thong covering my hot wet hole. Almost as fast as i was removing the dress my thong ended up on the floor around my ankles which i kicked them away from me. Laying on the bed, i reach inside my draw and retrieve my B.O.B (Battery operated boyfriend for those who didn’t know). Turning on the toy, i placed it gently over my clit and allowed the vibrations to instantly start stimulating me. I closed my eyes and slowly sank into my depraved sexual fantasy.

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    Chapter Eight: The Sexual Fantasy

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    The room was dimly lit, 3 of the walls painted in a deep purple with black paint covering the wall. There was various items of furniture as such neatly stacked away in the corner of the room to make space. The floor’s carpet was short but soft in a blood red colour. Against the wall behind me was a wooden cross, at each end of the cross were brackets that hell massive 3 inch diameter O-Rings, one to secure each limb. It was padded with black leather and metal studs instead of sewn stitches, small table like unit’s on either side of it various sex toys strewn on the top as well as other items.

    I was sat on my knees in the middle of the room, black studded dog collar padlocked to my neck, cuffs on my ankles and wrists. My hand’s had been secured behind my back, the cuffs connected to each other by a small steel bar which was connected to a chain. The chain had been anchored too the floor, the tension on the chain forcing my back in a very straight and upright position, pushing my huge tits out further. Shinny black latex covered my arms and legs, it was tight and it clung to me like a second skin. A spider ring gag had been forced

    into my mouth, forcing it to remain open, my jaw was beginning to ache as drool was slowly falling from my mouth covering my tits and running down my stomach.

    “My, my precious little princess, don’t you look delicious tied there like that. Seems my one and only little girl is a pervert, dreaming about her mommy and daddy fucking her and using her like a sex toy. I wonder what your friends would say if they found out how sick and twisted you really are, wanting to be dominated like a cheap little slut” Karen said from behind me out of my view. “I always knew my little girl was special, but i hadn’t realised just how special. I’v seen the porn you’ve been looking at recently, as well as the items that you had in your basket on love honey, I have to commend you on your excellent choices of items however, very tasteful” she continued softly from just behind my ear.

    Mom slowly and gracefully glided from beside me and stood right in front of me. Her thigh high leather boots stopping just short of her pussy, she was wearing a cup less latex top and her “Mistress” Collar around her neck.

    “Now, I’m going to take that gag out of your mouth, and I’m going to ask you some questions. IF you answer them truthfully and honestly, it will make the coming experiences…….. pleasurable” she said emphasising on the word pleasurable.

    Reaching behind my head, she undid the clasp holding the gag in my mouth, i felt relief as she carefully removed it from my mouth. I opened and closed my mouth a couple of times to see if that would help reduce the ache that was now in my jaw. Mum then knelt down in front of me making sure that her knees were fully extended to her sides, allowing me a good view of her wet pussy. I couldn’t take my eyes away from her cunt, how smooth it looked, the metal intruder secured through her clit hood. I began to wonder how my pussy would look with a ring in it as well as my nipples.

    “Now, first question slave, are you a virgin still?” Karen asked. There was an air of authority to her tone reminding me of her previous statement.

    “Yes mum, i still have my cherry, I’ve not been fucked yet” i replied, trying to hide my embarrassment.

    “mmmmmm, virgin pussy always tastes the best, uncorrupted or tainted, but don’t worry your going to find out soon enough what pussy tastes like” she replied back with an evil grin across her soft face. “Next question, how long have you been having sexual fantasies about me and your dad?” returning to a authoritarian tone of voice.

    “Since Grace’s birthday night out, i came home and saw you dominating dad. I don’t know why i just stood there and watched, but it made me really horny and i ended up Cumming thinking about being made to lick your pussy” i said looking down at the floor, my shame was very evident from how red my face had gone.

    “Did you see the device that was around your daddy’s cock? I presume you know what it’s for since you’ve apparently been researching it a lot since then. Yes I’m sorry, i looked at your search history, but I’m gonna make sure your glad that i did, was quite an insight to your sexual fantasies” Karen said as she placed a hand under my chin and gently guided my gaze to meet hers. “A woman has needs, even you darling, and now we’re going to find out what those needs are….. together. I am going to start training you into an obedient little fuck toy. I am not going to pop your cherry just yet, i have something very very special in mind for that, but we’ll get to that another time deer” she continued.

    “Yes mum, i know it’s to stop him from having sex, I’ve also seen some that are made for women as well. Just looking at some of the women in them makes my pussy literally drool girl juice” i replied back quietly once again trying to hide the guilt and shame of my admission.

    “Here are the rules that you will now have to follow” Karen said with her I’m the boss tone of voice “First of all, when you have that collar on around your neck, that best be the only item of clothing on your body unless i have stated otherwise. You will now only speak if

    you are spoken too and will address me as Mistress or Mommy, the latter being only appropriate if we are roleplaying. From now on, i will be controlling your orgasms, you will now only be allowed to cum if i have given you permission to do so. Cumming without my permission will result in penalties and punishments. IF you cum while I’m not in the house, you will make a note of the time and tell me immediately. If i discover you have been having orgasms secretly, then the punishment that comes with that pleasure will be server” spoke Karen her eyes not moving or blinking for a second while she spoke

    “Yes, i understand” i said back, without breaking eye contact.

    “Yes, i understand? I believe your missing something at the end of that sentence slut” Karen barked in my face.

    “Yes, i understand mistress” i replied back.

    “Good, we’ll overlook little slip ups like that for now, your not fully trained. However in future you will be punished for not following the rules, so i would suggest you remember them quickly”

    “Yes mistress, i will do my best” i said sheepishly

    “excellent, The first realisation you need to understand is this, your body no longer belongs to you…. it belongs to me to do with as i please” she said as she stood up sharply. She yanked the leash roughly forcing my head to look up at her.

    I stared blankly and emotionlessly at her as she smiled at me. She bent over and brought her mouth close to my ear and gently whispered to me

    “Relax princess, I’m sure your going to enjoy this just as much I’m going to”

    She stood back up releasing the leash from her grip letting it fall, resting gently between my drool soaked tits and stomach. The leather handle on the end gently tapped against my exposed clit a couple of time giving me a small shock. Mum turned around and walked over to one of the units. She picked up an item and turned to face me holding a chain that dangled between her fingers. She menacingly walked slowly towards me letting the chain clatter off it’s self with her movement.

    “Do you know what these are slave?” She said in a silky purring tone, the lust slowly building in her eyes and she stared down at her new play thing.

    “Are they nipple clamps mistress?” i replied back quickly.

    “Very good, have you ever had them used on those beautiful tits yet?” she asked.

    “No mistress, I’ve never let anyone do anything to me sexually, I’ve not even touched a mans cock” came my reply, heat building in my cheeks as i began to turn a darker shade of red.

    “Well this will be fun, your nipples look so hard already, i can’t wait to see what these do to them” Karen said as she once again knelt down in front of me. “I’m going to undo your wrists, when i have, i want you to place your hands under each of your magnificent tits

    and hold them up for me, do you understand slut?” she barked

    “Yes mistress” i promptly replied.

    My mom reached around behind me and begin to unclip the steel bar securing my wrists to the floor. She made sure that her pierced nipples brushed against my saliva covered tits, scraping them softly against my skin. Once my hands had been freed, i quickly lifted my hands up to my tits lifting them up as instructed. Mistress then preceded to lower her mouth to my exposed rock hard nipples, gently taking it into her mouth. Slowly she started to flick her tongue over my sensitive nipple making me shudder as waves of pleasure washed over me. Suddenly i felt a sharp pain in my nipple, when i realised Mistress had gripped my nipple with her teeth and had bitten down hard.

    the pleasure centre of my brain was in overload from the pain/pleasure stimulation my tits were receiving. I couldn’t help but let out a long moaning groan from the intense stimulation i was getting. Mistress let go of my nipple and slowly raised her head to make eye contact.

    “Mmmmmmmmm little slave slut enjoyed that did she? well let’s see how she likes this…” she purred erotically.

    Without breaking eye contact, she effortlessly and with precision placed the clam over my nipple. As it clamped down onto my sensitive nipple i let out a long drawn out “oooooooooooooooooh” as the intense pain took over from the pressure the clamp was putting on my nipple. Not giving me time to recover from the stimulation of the clamp, she attached the second clap to my other nipple. My eyes opened wide from the intense pain now being put on my nipples, but my pussy got more and more slick with juices. Mistress looked and hooked her finger around the chain as it dangled loosely down to my belly button. She gently pulled her finger down on the chain, the clamps pulling my nipples down more and more, tears welling up in the corner of my eyes from the pain.

    “mmmmmmm look on your face, maybe i should take a picture. One for the family album, im sure your dad will be pleased to learn his daughter is a submissive little slut” Mistress said taking great pleasure from the pain she was causing. “You are going to learn that sometimes pain and pleasure are often the same side of the coin, the right amount of pain can cause a lot of pleasure”

    All i could do was nod as my nipples began to throb from the pain. Looking up at mistress she was finally stood fully upright, her shaven pussy only a few inches away from my face. Her musky aroma filling my nose as i breath it in deeply. I felt Mistress place a hand on the back of my head. I realised soon that i was about to have my face shoved into my mistress’ dripping wet cunt.

    “Now, it’s time for you to show your appreciation too your Mistress. I want you to worship the pussy that brought you into this world. I know this is the first time you have eaten pussy so just do your best slave” Mistress said to me as she picked up the leash hanging between my tits. The chain for the nipple clamps was laid over the leash, so when mistress pulled on the chain to take control of my collar, the sudden swinging movement of the chain applied movement to the clamps currently gripping onto my nipples. i winced in pain as i felt the chain on the collar. Being pulled taught. My body being raised high and higher until my mouth was almost touching my Mistress’ pussy. One final sudden jerk of the chain and my mouth was now forced into direct contact with the warm wet folds of her cunt. Quickly i opened my mouth and slowly started to run my tongue the length of her pussy. Her hot juices freely flowed into my mouth and i began to lap at it, making sure to flick the tip of my tongue across her pierced clit.

    Mistress started to lean back against the cross board on the wall and slowly raised her right leg, resting her boot covered foot on the small unit next too it. She yanked on the leash which was running up her ass crack, pulling my mouth and tongue deeper into her wet pussy. I started to

    push my tongue as far as i could inside Mistress, feeling the contractions of the soft walls of her hole squeezing against my tongue. The whole while i had my mouth attached to Mistress cunt, my own pussy was getting more and more wet.

    “Oh my good lord girl, and you say you have never eaten a cunt before? those skills would tell me otherwise slut” Mistress moaned as she began to pant, feeling her orgasm building faster and faster. Mistress released the tension on the leash and reached down, gripping my ponytail tightly she pulled my head back so i was almost looking vertically. She bent over at the waist, her tits dangling below her almost in my face, she placed her mouth onto mine and began to kiss me deeply and passionately. after a few moments she pulled away smiling.

    “Well now, i do taste good on you don’t i?” she said as she smirked, then ran her tongue around her lips savouring the taste. “As amazing as that was, i still have other uses for that talented tongue of yours. Your next task is as simple as the last one. Now your going to use that tongue and worship my asshole. i want to feel your tongue pushing into my tight little asshole” Mistress said with a seductive smile. She placed the leash between her legs as she turned around. The leash chain running against her dripping wet pussy, she leaned forward against the cross once more bending down making sure her ass cheeks were spread wide open.

    I didn’t wait for Mistress to yank on the chain, I instinctively leaned forwards placing each hand on her asscheeks spreading them open as much as i could. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out as far as i could stretch it and pushed my face between her ass. Mistress shuddered at the sudden contact of my tongue on her rose bud. I took a long slow lick from the end of her pussy right the way up to her asshole. I made sure that once my tongue reached her ass to slowly swirl it around before pushing it into her tight hole.

    “Oh my god you really are a natural princess, that feels amazing, your dad’s not even that good” she wailed as she felt Sarah’s tongue snake deeper and deeper. It didn’t take much until Mistress was shaking as multiple orgasms started to rip through her toned body. Sensing that her mistress was cumming, she began to speed up her tongue’s movements until finally her Mistress’ asshole tightened around tongue.

    “Jesus Christ! that felt good. You might turn out to be a good submissive little slut” Mistress said between breaths, trying to slow her breathing down.

    “Are you pleased with how i worshiped your pussy and ass mistress?” i quietly asked, looking to gain some approval.

    “Oh you were fantastic my sweet. I very much needed that” her face bright red from the sexual stimulation she’d received “What’s wrong slave? you don’t look too happy”

    Looking at the floor i quietly whispered “I’m sorry mistress, but i had an orgasm while i was worshipping your asshole”

    “I’m sorry, speak up slut, what did you say?” she ordered, with a very stern look now on her face.

    Looking up directly into her eyes replied louder “I’m sorry Mistress, but while i was worshiping your asshole, i had an orgasm, i couldn’t help it” i pleaded with her as she began express anger.

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    Chapter Nine

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    I woke up from my sexual fantasy with a startle. The sweat was still pouring down my body, soaking into the bedding. after a few moments i realised that someone was knocking on my bedroom door.

    “Sarah, tea will be ready in about 10 minutes” mum shouted through the door.

    “Ok Mistress, I’ll be down soon” i shouted back, not realising the words coming out of my mouth. It took me a few more moments when i finally realised that i had just shouted back and called my mother Mistress. I listened intensely for any kind of reply, but there was only silence.

    ‘Maybe she didn’t hear it properly, i hope to god she didn’t hear that properly’ i thought to myself.

    i quickly got off the bed, grabbed a towel that was laid on the floor and dried all the sweat off my body. Looking in the mirror i noticed that my little virgin pussy was swollen, it was not happy that it didn’t get to have its orgasm. Looking around

    i threw on some loose shorts and a tank top and started making my way to the kitchen. I walked into the kitchen timidly, deep inside panic setting in, had my mother heard me call her mistress? if she did, what would be her reaction? Only time was going to tell.

    “Ah there you are, was wondering if you were coming down for tea or not” mum said.

    She was sat there with her bikini back on and a pair of Levi’s hot pants on. She was sat cross legged with had drink in her hand. It looked like she was drinking the gin again, pink gin with lemonade and fresh strawberries. She looked at me and pointed to the plate of food already set out when i notice a second gin glass on the table.

    “I though you might enjoy a drink with your meal, and well since it’s a beautiful day, i thought we’d break the gin out” she smiled warmly as she gestured for me to sit down.

    “Ummm thanks” i said as i shyly walk to my place at the table. Sitting down the smell of the food hit me. Mum was good at a lot of things, but one thing she was always really good at was her cooking. It looked like she’d made my favourite meal, home made meat and potato pie with mash and gravy. We sat in silence for a few minutes as we began eating our meals. Mum was the first to break the silence.

    “So i have a question, how do you feel about having a girly night in? I’m off work now until Monday, so plenty of time for me to have a good few drinks and recover afterwards” mum asked in a very casual and relaxed tone

    “Umm yeah, i mean we could do, I’d prefer if we got some vodka or peach schnapps, not a big fan of gin” i replied, still trying to work out in my head if she’d caught the fact I’d called her mistress.

    “Well i need to go to the shop in a bit, so i could get both, I’ll get some things to snack on as well, make a proper night of it?” she shot back quickly.

    In my head i was panicking, given how easy it was for Rachael to take advantage of me and kiss me like a lover when i was drunk, i dread to think what my mother would do given half the chance. At the same time though, the thought that getting drunk with her mother could lead to one of her biggest sexual fantasies coming true.

    “Umm yeah sure, we could do it tonight if you want? i don’t have anything planned for tomorrow so we could both have tomorrow to recover from our hang overs” i said, trying to sound as casual and relaxed as possible.

    “Ok great, I’ll head out to the shop after we’ve eaten and get what we need” Karen said with a smile on her face.

    We quickly finished our food, mum had decided that since she’d already had an alcoholic drink, that she would walk to the shop. The supermarket was only a 10 to 15 minutes walk away anyways, and if needs be, Karen could just get an uber back with the shopping i was in my bedroom when i heard mum shout that she was going to the shop and slammed the door behind her. i waited a around 5 minutes to make sure she was gone when i crept down the hallway to her bedroom. Mum always got her own way when it came to the decorating, except for my bedroom. The room was minimalistic but modern, one wall was covered with a complete unit. It went from the floor to the celling and the entire length of that wall, consisting of draws and hanging space. each side of the bad had a modern look black bed side stand with a 50 inch tv mounted on the wall. As bedrooms went, it was pretty stylish and modern, the en suite was also of similar design, using grey tiles and a dull blue to add contrast, LED strip lights around the edge of the celling to provide illumination.

    ‘Now if i was going to hide any kind of material that i didn’t want anyone to find, where would i hide it?’ i thought too myself. Under the bed was a little too obvious, so i started to search my way through the huge wall unit. After several minutes of

    searching through the unit, I’d came up empty and decided to have a look at another part of the bedroom. I looked back at the bed again thinking to myself ‘Seriously, just under the bed?’ i sighed deeply and made my way over to my mums Queen size bed.

    Getting down on all four’s i started looking about when i noticed a large black trunk tucked away behind a few smaller boxes. I laid flat on my stomach and stretched my arm out to grab the box. Slowly i slid the box out towards me.

    “Well what do we have in here?” i said to myself aloud. My curiosity had now gotten the better of me, i slowly lifted the lid off the box. As i peered into the box, my eyes went wide with shock when i finally realised the contents of the box. Black latex had been neatly folded up and placed on the top of everything else. Carefully i removed the latex clothing placing it on the bed next too me, looking down at the box there was various sex toys placed neatly inside, with almost precision. As i continued to look through the contents of this hidden box, i noticed what looked like a mobile phone that was turned off. Carefully picking it up, i held the power button on the iPhone and the screen sprung to life. After a minute or two, the phone was on the lock screen, but too my surprise, there was no security on it. I flicked my thumb up to unlock the device when i noticed that there didn’t seem to be a sim card in it. Looking quickly through, there didn’t appear to be any apps installed either, i clicked on the gallery to see if there was any photos or videos saved on it.

    If my eyes could get any wider, they would as photo after photo of both my mother and father were now on full display for me to see. Some of the pics showed my mum in various sexy outfits, more often than not she was nude, preforming various sex acts on my father. scrolling through the gallery i came across a couple of video files. I pressed play on one of the videos, it started to play the sound on full volume, showed my mother moaning as my dad was slamming his rock solid cock deep into her wet pussy. Dad was wearing his collar with leash, holding onto mums platted ponytail with one hand pulling it hard back while his other hand was holding onto her hip, pulling her back even harder onto his cock. What shocked me next was the words coming out of my mother’s mouth

    “Do you like that daddy? do you like how tight your precious little girls pussy is? How does it feel knowing that your about to breed your little girl?” mum moaned seductively. Dad could only grunt as he pumped his cock into mums pussy harder and harder, the pace of his thrusts getting faster and faster. “That’s right fuck your one and only daughter hard, make her realise she’s nothing more than a worthless fucktoy, to be used by her Mistress and Slave Daddy!” she moaned more. Her pierced tits jiggling away violently beneath her from the hard thrusts of my dad.

    “That’s right, Cum in your little girls virgin pussy, fill her up with your cum, make her OUR little bitch!”

    without even realising, my free hand had already found it’s way into my shorts, rubbing my pussy through my underwear, yet again. I’d been too engrossed in the video that was completely unaware that mum was back from the store. I sat and continued watching the video as dad started to grunt and grunt with a primal energy that i’d never seen, his hips slowed down their thrusting as he started to inject his seed deep into my mums dripping wet cunt. He would thrust as hard as he could wait a few seconds for more cum to jet out of his cock, pull back and repeat.

    “Oh yes! oh my good, Daddy your such a pervert, Filling up your daughter’s cunt with your cum. I love how it feels when your pumping me full of your baby gravy! keep going daddy, make me your personal little slut!” mum wailed as her own orgasm started to take over. Mum’s eyes started rolling into the back of her head as her whole body began to shake violently. Dad pulled his 9 inch boner out of mum allowing thick ropes of his cum to start leaking out of mums well fucked cunt and onto the floor. Mum instinctively got too her feet, turned and faced my dad, got down on her knees and started to suck his cum covered cock.

    By now i could feel my own orgasm building and i was really close to cumming, the video played out a bit more, showing mum cleaning dad’s cock off with her mouth, then using her fingers scooping his cum out of her pussy and licking it off her fingers. My imagination ran amok with wild fantasies, my finger’s furiously rubbing my clit and sliding in and out. I was completely oblivious to the fact that mum had not only come home came home, but had been stood watching me finger blasting myself to my newest discovery.

    “Well what do we have here?” a loud female voice boomed. Shocked and surprise i looked up to see my mother stood in the bedroom door, her hand buried deep inside the folds of her pussy, her legging’s and thong around her knees. I froze completely like a Deer in the Headlights, becoming fully aware of the situation i was now in. My mum was stood in front of me, masturbating while holding her mobile phone pointed right at me watching me get myself off watching a video of them roleplaying fucking me.

    “Well you might as well finish what you started you little slut!” she barked at me. “Clearly you need to get off, so you best get too it. It’s been a good few weeks since i got off watching someone else finger fuck themselves” she said, her face now sporting a seductively evil grin across her face.

    “What’s the matter slut, you called me MISTRESS earlier on, now your gonna go all shy on me? I don’t think so.” She said as she stopped masturbating to remove her legging’s completely, then started to remove her tank top.

    Once she had removed all her cloths she began walking over to me slowly, seductively making sure to accentuate her hip movements wiggling her ass. She stopped just in front of me looking down at me, my hand still buried deep inside my pussy, she stared down at me, looking at the box, she bent down and pulled out a leather collar, it was thick in width and had metal letter’s attached too it spelling out “SLAVE” and a large metal O-Ring for a lead to clip onto. She dangled it in front of me, letting it’s weight gently sway it back and forth in front of me.

    “SO if i put this collar around your neck and make you my sex slave, do you think you could manage to make yourself cum?” she said to me without breaking eye contact.

    Words escaped me, my mouth and throat dry, robbed of any moisture, my heart racing from pure panic, all i could do was nod. Mum smiled at me as she moved her now naked body towards me even closer. She stopped and put her hands on her hips.

    “Get on your knees right now slut!” she ordered nodding to a spot right at her feet.

    All i could do was nod to say that I’d understood what she told me. without thinking my body started moving on it’s own, as if an autopilot had been engaged. I slid my hand from my soaking wet crotch and began to lift myself to my knees, my face almost level with my mother’s now naked pussy right in front of my very eyes. Thinking back to my the wild dreams id been having, as well as some “Educational material” from porn websites, i put both of my hands behind my back and sat upright and straight. Mum smiled at me approvingly as she then proceeded to place the collar around my neck. The leather was cool to the touch but felt smooth as well. Mum took her time as she slowly wrapped the collar around my neck then feeding the end through the buckle. I gasped as i felt it tighten around my neck, it wasn’t strangling me, but it tight enough to make sure that it was snug and secured around my neck.

    Mum stood back upright and took a step back, her pussy leaving visible trails of her hot cunt juice dribbling down the inside of her legs. She took the leash from the box and clipped it onto the big O-Ring in the centre of the collar. Once again standing upright and stepping away from me she looked, licking her lips slowly as she took in the sight her daughter on her knees with a slave collar around her neck.

    “I think tonight is going to be very educational for you darling, and I’m going to make sure you enjoy this education as much as I’m going to enjoy it” she said , trailing off into an almost maniacal laugh.

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    Chapter Ten

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    Here i was, now with a slave collar around my neck, on my knees in front of my naked mother. While inside i was in full blown nuclear melt down, i was also becoming more and more horny as the situation developed. I waited patiently for mum to give me my next instructions. Instead she yanked on the chain, pulling me forward suddenly, i quickly rushed to put my arms out in front of me so i didn’t faceplant the laminate flooring i was currently on. “Now your going to crawl on all fours and follow behind me. Your finally going to see what exactly we did to the spare bedroom. You’ve been curious about it, and now it’s about time for you to find out it’s true purpose” she ordered, she was

    about to turn around when she looked at me once again. “Oh, your cloths, take them off now, you wount be needing those for the foreseeable future. You don’t need to stand up to do that, just remove your cloths and quickly.”

    I nodded to acknowledge the order that id been given, and i quickly shuffled out of my shorts, they were loose fit anyways and took little effort to take off, same with my t-shirt. I was now as naked as my mother, except for the slave collar around my neck. Looking back Mum gave an approving nod then turned to start walking out of the bedroom. i started to follow, crawling on all fours behind her, making sure the leash never became taught. We made our way down the hall to the spare bedroom, where mum stopped, she opened the door wide and started to enter the room. Like a good little slut, i followed obediently behind her wiggling ass. Stopping in the centre of the room she turned to face me.

    “When you’re in this room, you will wear ONLY the items of clothing that you have been instructed to put on. Admittedly, more often than not, you will be naked, unless i decide otherwise. Tonight will be the start of your sex slave education, and I’m going to make sure that by the time I’m finished training, you are going to be a completely obedient fucktoy”

    finally i found the courage to speak up.

    “Mum, I, I, I’m sorry, i shouldn’t have been snooping through your stuff, please, I’m sorry” i said, almost crying

    mum knelt down in front of me, placed a hand under my chin as i tried to look at the floor, hoping that a hole would open up and swallow me.

    “Sorry for what? that you got caught looking through personal and private things that didn’t belong too you, or the fact that your a dirty perverted slut that wants to become her mum and dad’s sex slave? yes i did catch you shout Mistress to me earlier on before tea, i suspected that you were a submissive little slut after i saw you finger blasting yourself when you got home from your night out a few weeks ago. I wount lie sweetie, but knowing u were watching got me even hotter. Your dad’s poor cock tried to rip it’s way through the chastity cage. And before you ask the question that i can see your burning to ask, that video of us roleplaying fucking you was made a few days after i spotted you watching us.” Karen started to explain.

    “At the end of the day Sarah, we all have needs, and apparently your need is to be dominated by a strong female figure, so I’m going to give you that. By the time Slave daddy is home in 12 weeks time, your going to be a fully trained subservient little slut.

    Your daddy is looking forward to seeing how good of a slave you are going to become” she continued.

    Mum walked over to one of the units and picked up a set of black leather cuffs. she turned to face me and with a stern look on her face instructed for me to stand up and hold out my wrists in front of me. I quickly got myself up onto my feet and held out my wrists in front of me. Mum smiled as she walked forwards. She began undoing the buckle on one of the cuffs and then placed it around my wrists, feeding the straps back into the buckle. Like the collar, it was tight and snug but it didn’t feel like it was cutting off any circulation. Once mum had secured the cuffs around my wrists, she stood and walked over to a small leather looking stool. She sat down, making sure to spread her legs wide so i could see her pussy. I was drawn in, almost hypnotised by the moist pink folds sat between her legs on full glorious display. She raised her hand and wiggled a single finger at me, beckoning me to come over. Without thinking my body moved forward until i was a few steps away. Looking at my mum, she patted the leather seat she was perched on between her legs. Instinctively i knew what she wanted, i raised up one of my feet and placed it with my toes ever so close to her exposed cunt. She quickly fastened the cuff around one ankle, placing the cuffed leg down on the floor lifting the other to receive the other cuff.

    Without words, i slowly took a step back then got down onto my knees. My mind completely confused between horror and lust, i knelt up, my back straight pushing out my large soft tits. i placed my hands behind my back, lining up the cuffs with each other then

    grasping my hands around my wrists. I slowly slid one of my knee’s further away from the other, making sure that my new mistress would have full and unrestricted access to my drooling cunt if she so wanted. “I see you have already start your education, which porn site was it your liked going to? You know, the one that has all the Incest and bondage videos on it?” Mistress spoke softly, smiling with proud admiration that she didn’t need to completely educate her new slave from scratch.

    “For tonight only, since this was unplanned, The only two rules you need to follow are as follows. Firstly, you will always address me as Mistress from now on, Once daddy is home and joins in, you will always call him Slave Daddy. You both are now my personal sex slaves and fuck toys. And yes, before you ask, he is fully aware of of your sexual deviancy” she said taking great pleasure in telling her that daddy knows she’s a little submissive slut. “The next rule is, i get to cum before you do, IF you cum before me or without my permission, you ware going to be punished. Tomorrow i will type up a list of the rules that you are expected to follow, i suggest that when you get them you learn them quickly to save yourself some punishment, or don’t, either way, your pain is going to be my pleasure.”

    “Yes Mistress, i understand. My body does not belong to me, it belongs to you. Do with my body as you please” i said in a flat emotionless tone. “May i speak please mistress?”

    Karen looked down at her naked daughter and nodded.

    “Mistress, as you know, I’m still a virgin, and i was hoping to keep my virginity until i have found someone special to give it too. I would like to ask that you respect that please” I spoke softly looking at my mistress dead in the eyes.

    “As it so happens, do you recall that i told you that i already had something special in mind for your virginity. All will be revealed in time, but for now, I’m going to enjoy watching you worship my pussy and my ass, and if your a really good little slut, i might even take the time to give you an orgasm you will never forget!” Mistress replied back.

    “Thank you Mistress, how may i serve you this evening?” i asked, trying to show some initiative.

    “How wonderful, your eager to start, well, who am i to stop your enthusiasm? First things first, i want to see how good of a cunt licker you are. I want you to worship my pussy like your life depended on it slut!” she ordered.

    there was no hesitation from me at all, i placed my hands by my side and started to shuffle forwards on my knees, making sure to not get any higher than i already was. Moments later my mistress’ pussy was only an inch away from my waiting mouth. I tilted my head so that i could look up at my Mistress face, i knew from some videos that some people found it a really big turn on if you were looking them dead in the eyes while your tongue was working it’s magic on their pussy. I took in a deep breath and inhaled my Mistress pungent musky aroma leaking from her dripping wet slit. Her juices slowly dripping in long stringy ropes of clear fluid. Her secreted fluids began to flow more and more the closer i moved my mouth. Just before my lips made contact with her slit,

    i opened my mouth and stretched out my tongue as far as i could, allowing some of her girl juices to drip on the tip. I quickly pulled my tongue back in my mouth rolling around the glob of Mistress girl juices around my mouth, savouring the taste The powerful aphrodisiac and pheromones in Mistress’ love juices were making more and more horny by the second. I quickened the pace of my tongue, trying to thrust it deeper and deeper, lust and madness had taken full control of my mind and body. Here i was now a sex slave in training, with my face buried deep into her pussy, and the woman who was now my mistress and owner was my own mother. I pushed aside the turmoil that was slowly tried to creep in, replacing it with the primal lust that i didn’t even know existed deep inside me.

    “My dear god” Mistress managed to gasp out between breaths as her breathing started to get faster and heavier “Your tongue feels unreal with how deep you have managed to push it in, don’t stop slut! keep going! make your new owner cum all over your face!” her eyes slowly rolling into the back of her head. Still looking up while i was lapping at her sweet wet hot slit, i could see the rings in Mistress’ nipples bouncing up and down.

    ‘I wonder if Mistress is going to make me get piercings, i would love to have a slave ring pierced through my clit with a little tag attached too it. I wonder if Mistress did that it would call me just “Slave” or if she would use some other name for me. Maybe i’ll ask her if she would like to see me get my nipples and clit pierced once im finished making her happy’ i thought too myself as i continued to follow the instructions i’d been given. Very soon, Sarah began to feel her mother’s pussy walls start to tighten and squeeze around her tongue, every time Mistress shuddered from her impending orgasm, her pussy pulsated and squeezed a little harder. Slave Sarah was starting to loose control of her own pussy, feeling fluid leak from her cunt more and more freely. She too was close to an orgasm, but she had been told she wasn’t allowed to cum before she’d been given permission. She started to try and concentrate on what her mouth was doing to distract her from her own aching needy slit, forcing her tongue in deep and harder with every thrust. Cunt juices were now dribbling down her chin and on to her soft large tits. Suddenly Mistress Karen grabbed the back of my head and gripped tightly to my hair, thrusting and forcing my face deep into her cunt.

    “OOOOOH MY GOD, HERE IT COME’S SLUT! I HOPE YOU LOVE CUM, I’M GONNA DROWN YOU IN IT!!” She wailed as her hips started to buck.

    I knew that women could ejaculate like men did if the circumstances were right, and I’d watched a couple of videos of Lezdom’s having screaming squirting orgasms. Usually soaking both parties, but i had no idea that my Mistress was a squirter. When the first jet of

    her cum came gushing out, my tongue was still deep inside her cunt. I wasn’t expecting it and i coughed hard as i tried to slide my tongue out. seconds later my open mouth was greeted with the hot salty taste of cum as a huge jet of cum filled my mouth. Trying to

    prompt more i kept my mouth open and started to flick Mistress’ clit with the tip of my tongue. The sensation must have been overstimulating as more and more jets of girl cum started to fill my mouth. I kept my mouth open to collect as much of this delicious nectar as possible, but there was so much of it it started to dribble down my face and across my tits and stomach. Soon after that Mistress didn’t bother trying to aim where her cum was squirting.

    By the time Mistress had stopped cumming and spraying her cum all over me, my entire body was soaked. It was in my eyes, my mouth was still full and my hair was now a matted mess. my tit’s glistened as light reflected off the sticky fluid that was now coating my naked 18 year old body.

    “Well now” Panted mistress “It’s been a very long time since i made that much of a mess of a slave on her first night. you should be proud baby!” she said looking down at me. Her piercing emerald green eyes looking my body up and down, taking in her handiwork.

    “Awww look at that, you didn’t swallow my cum! were you saving it so you could show me how much a good little slave slut your going to be?” she said, almost gloating at the fact that i was now completely under her spell.

    I nodded my head while kinda of gargling out “ah-ha!”

    “Good girl, your going to make a very good submissive slut, Slave Daddy will be pleased. Your next task is going to be this, I’m gonna lay down on my back, and i want you to slowly dribble and drool my cum into my mouth. I don’t want you to give me all of it,

    you will understand shortly why, but i want at least half of what’s in your mouth now, do you understand?” she asked with that stern bossy tone of voice.

    I looked up and nodded to confirm that i had understood the instructions that she had given me. She slowly started to lower herself to the floor, swatting me away slightly so she could lay flat on her back. Once she had laid herself in a comfortable position, she slowly raised one of her hands and placed it gently on the back of my head. She slowly started to guide my head down directly over her now open mouth. Her tongue slowly licking around her lips. The temptation to swallow every last drop of this cum was unbearable, but Mistress had given me instructions, and if i wanted to cum any time soon, I’d have to do as i have been told. Once i was happy with the position of my head, i slowly loosed my lips, allowing the fresh girl cum to slowly drool out of my mouth.

    Mistress closed her eyes as the first drops of cum landed on her waiting tongue, i slowly and gradually opened my lips more, letting the fluid flow more quickly. a few seconds later i pressed my lips tight together to stop the flow of the fluid. Hopefully

    Mistress will let me swallow what’s left.

    Mistress slowly change the position of her hand to just under my chin as she raised me back up into my kneeling position. Quickly and intuitively i placed both my arms crossed behind my back again. Once i was back into my full kneeling position, Mistress lifted herself into a kneeling position but kneeling higher so i had to tilt my head up to look at her. She gently took both side of my face in her hands and lowered her mouth to mine.

    ‘Oh my god, we’re going to kiss and swap the cum between us!’ i exclaimed in my head.

    By this point all of my inhibitions had completely dissolved away to nothing. I had given into something that was now in complete control of me, my lust. Mistress pressed her lips to mine as we slowly began to open our mouths and probe each other’s orifice with our tongue. Feeling the salty girl cum moving backwards and forwards between us, I couldn’t take it any more I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head as my legs began to shake uncontrollably. My pussy had finally given in, hot cum now flowing out of me and

    all down my legs like a waterfall. I started moaning deep into my Mistress open mouth as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. My mind was melting away in the euphoria of the continuous orgasm. Mistress closed her mouth and pulled away from me, my face still in the grasp of both her hands.

    “Did you just cum with out permission little slut?” she growled at me.

    My mind was lost, i could barely comprehend the words mistress was speaking to me. It felt like id been on a drinking binge all day, but much much stronger, my thoughts completely incoherent, lost in a daze trying to make sense of what was happening to me.

    “uuuuhh, yessssssssssssss, Missssssstressssssss, I’m sorry!” i cried as i was trying to string words together. “please, I’m so so sorry i came without your permission, i didn’t mean too, i couldn’t hold it back any longer Mistress” tears now streaming down my face.

    “Well, slut, you DID make me cum, and i loved sharing that cum with you. I guess you deserve that orgasm” she said, looking proudly at her newest play thing “Once you can move again, take off the cuffs, leave your collar on, go and take a shower. I want to see you in the Kitchen in 30 minutes. Don’t Fuck about slut otherwise your going to regret it, understood?” she ordered as she began to walk out of the room.

    “Yes Mistress, i understand, I will be in the kitchen in 30 minutes”


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  • New Enceladus – chapter 10

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    Lesbians in love, sly elder helps a young Mayor, and a doctor remembers.

    December 2274

    New Dallas

    Botanist Bonnie Cooper

    The two of us had kissed a few times to get our husbands excited, but I had no idea sex with a woman could be so great! Roger … did the job … but wasn’t anything special. Erica was better than Charlie, or even Ross! I was so taken with her beautiful hair and body I didn’t even notice him leave.

    I was euphoric, but terribly embarrassed. I wondered if Erica felt it too? Would she be upset if I told her, and she didn’t feel the same? I didn’t think I could take it if she rejected me. I politely asked, “Do you want to shower first?” Much more nervously, I offered; “Or would you like me to wash your back?”

    “Bonnie, you can wash my back, my front, and everything between! Please? I never thought I would say this to a woman, but I think I’m in love with you!”

    She pulled me to her and stuffed her tongue in my mouth before I could say anything. I slid a finger into her, as I said, “I love you too!”

    We made love in the shower until we both came at least three times. We held hands all the way home and woke up Ross with a lesbian make-out that inspired him to ride our other wife Melissa, as we fingered each other again.

    After five meetings with Roger, both of us had symptoms, and tests showed we were going to have his babies. When we told Roger the news, he congratulated us briefly then had a drink. When his beer was gone, he said his job was done, he had other ladies to attend to.

    We were just starting to like him, and he dumped us! We couldn’t have beer since we were pregnant, so Bonnie and I just danced and hugged to try and feel better. We cried a little, watching the people happily dancing and flirting.

    Erica led me by the hand as she said, “I know what’ll make us feel better.” She sat in Rito’s lap and asked him, “Would you like to spend some time with Erica and I?” When I saw him smile, I leaned down and played with her boobs as she kissed him.

    Rito is Japanese and a little small, but very, very energetic. He’s got the stamina to finish both of us twice a night! A few nights, he even made it three times each! We met him for some fun nearly every week until a month before our babies were born, then made our next two kids with him several months later.

    We were happy when he invited Heinrich to join us and make it a foursome, then overjoyed when Alex and Tim joined our group grope. Kissing Erica while both of us were getting a standing double-stuff was … Mmmmmm! I just have no words! BEST THING EVER!

    May 2360 – 101 years after landing on New Enceladus

    New Kiev

    retired Mayor Demitri Nivesku

    My favorite wife Therese and I joined our family to celebrate my oldest son’s 100th birthday. I love birthdays, since they’re the only time I’m allowed to have sugar anymore. Therese gives me one forkful of cake, with frosting. Other people don’t think anything of it, but to me that one forkful is a great treat. My two other indulgences in old age are my pets and my red and black cape.

    The whole thing started out with me getting a black coat with red interior lining once. I liked the colors and got an overcoat to match it, for the times I ventured into the cold south of the village. It’s not a village anymore, it’s a large city, but that’s another story.

    One day a young boy saw my overcoat, after watching one of the old Dracula movies. He asked his mother if I was a vampire. She was shocked and apologized. I thought it was funny. I took the idea and ran with it. I had a cape made to match, as well as a pair of fake fangs. Therese and one of my other wives, Maria, think it’s terribly romantic to be seduced by the Vampire Count, and I’m more than happy to oblige.

    The zoologists were shocked to find several types of flies, beetles, and ants when we landed. The genetics were totally different, but they looked and acted almost exactly like species from Earth. There are ecological niches to fill, and the shape of ants, flies, and beetles are nearly perfect for what they do. It wasn’t a case of long-distance panspermia, but rather convergent evolution. I wasn’t too surprised there are water animals here which resemble bass, trout, and catfish; but have compound eyes like bees or spiders. The six-legged squirrels here are a major nuisance, stealing our food crops, chewing through wires, and making lots of noise on the roof while we’re trying to sleep. Having an extra pair of legs, they can climb nearly anything.

    I wrote about bugs and squirrels a moment ago because of my pets. Flarkers are a semi-intelligent fruit and prey-eating species native to our new planet. They look something like a cross between an owl and a bat. They’re capable of carrying an apple or other piece of fruit as they fly. As far as I can tell their favorite foods are large beetles, squirrels, a native fruit similar to peaches, and mice and apples from Earth.

    A mouse escaped from a cage the first year we were here, and the scientist caring for it panicked when he saw it run out of the lab. Who could predict what terrible ecological damage a prolific species like mice could do on our new world? He was relieved to see a flarker grab it only a split-second before another would have. There were a few other escapes, and we have wild mice here now, but between Flarkers and the young Tads further north, they’re well under control.

    Flarkers are social and affectionate, smarter than dogs or cats, and live around twenty Earth years. I keep a small family of them as pets, furthering the Vampire rumors. They like to perch on my shoulder and lean against my neck for warmth. My favorites can bring me small items when I ask for them.

    People often try to flatter me by saying I look young for my age. I remind them that at 130, most people who look my age have been dead awhile. They’re usually shocked, then relieved when I laugh.

    I have no idea how she does it, but even at 127, my wife Therese doesn’t look a day over eighty. People see Therese’s main indulgence as a handicap. She started wearing larger blouses and dresses with a pillow underneath, so she can pretend she’s pregnant again. She tells people she has difficulty with her weight, and acts ashamed that she’s fat, but loves to feel like a pregnant mom.

    I still enjoy her fetish too, and even help her dress, though she rarely needs any help. My lower legs and her left eye no longer work, but occasionally we still find the time and energy to have fun with the rest, even being post-centenarians.

    I saw the corner of her pillow sticking out of her blouse a little and covered it as a young man walked near us. I didn’t let on that I knew who he was.

    “Mayor Nivesku! It’s an honor to meet you, sir!” The look in his eyes and his forced, nervous smile told me he was up to something.

    “I hope you don’t mind if I impose on you for a bit of advice, sir?”

    My hearing wasn’t great anymore, and sometimes I used that to my advantage. I cupped my hand next to my ear and almost yelled; “What?”

    “I’m Ahmed Davies, the new mayor of New Hyderabad. I hope you can help me with a difficult decision?”

    I decided to have a bit of fun with him. Very loudly, I replied, “I agree, sometimes that Evan Davies really is a bad mayor. Where do you need the incision?” I held up a dull butter knife.

    He looked up at the sky and clenched his fists in frustration. I kept a serious look on my face but laughed on the inside. Therese is still kinder than I ever was, and held out a screen so he could type his questions. She knew my hearing wasn’t that bad, and I caught her smiling a bit.

    After some typing, he showed me the screen; “It’s a great honor to meet you, sir. I’m mayor Ahmed Davies, from New Hyderabad. I hope you can spare some time and give me a little advice?”

    From a half-century in politics and a quarter-century in security, I could tell he was about to be in trouble and wanted help getting out of it.

    I motioned to my helper Olga, and she pushed my wheelchair away from the crowd. Olga walked away and would return if I waved to her or called her using the screen.

    Ahmed typed out, “Mayor Demitri, I have to make a difficult decision. A few people in my city broke a couple of major rules. Nobody was hurt, but they still need to be punished. A few girls are pregnant illegally. What do you think I should do?”

    Now I knew why he was in trouble. I wasn’t going to go easy on him. I VERY SLOWLY started typing.

    He mumbled; “But MY hearing is fine, he could just tell me …” He restrained himself and didn’t complain any further.

    There was a reason I didn’t ask my question out loud. Eventually I finished typing; “How many of the babies are yours, and what is the age of the youngest girl?”

    He was shocked and ashamed.

    He looked down and said, “The youngest one is …” He reached for the screen.

    In a natural voice, I said; “If the youngest is at least child-bearing age, you should start a family with them. If she’s under 18, then the problem is a lot more serious.”

    He reached to start typing, and I moved the screen away. “My hearing’s not that bad, and I’ve had my fun for the day. How young?”

    “There are three of them, 18, 19, and 20. Only one of the babies is mine.” He also explained the job situation.

    “I hate rule-breakers, but I have to do what’s best for the community. Confess what you did, marry them, and start a family. Being a purple is embarrassing, but it won’t kill you. I’m sure your grandfather will be willing to serve as Mayor another year and make you his Deputy. If you do a good job in spite of it, the people will vote for you again.”

    A group of people walked by as he said, “Thank you for the advice, sir. I’ll let you get back to the cake and the party.”

    Returning to my deaf old man act, I loudly said, “I agree, cake makes me farty too!”

    He blurted out a stream of nervous chuckles and left. I thought he might be a little loose in the pants, but at least he had the wisdom to ask for help when he needed it. I was confident he’d be fine.

    April 2371

    New Dallas

    Enka Karjala – Chief of Science and Medicine

    I’m slowly dying and nearly 140 years old. Since our first college, Karjala University, was named for me, I’m confident that I’m beyond any punishment now. As I lay here in my hospital bed I need to admit some things.

    When it was time to choose families, I made Molly a deal. I would pick her, Oskar, and Abolou, and she could use the rest of my family choices. In exchange, I would implant her and she would carry the baby I made with Professor Morse. Molly was willing to put up with being a Purple nearly two years, in order to make sure our family got two pretty girls she liked, Antonella and Rhonda.

    As Chief of Science and Medicine, on our new world only the Governor and Mayors outranked me. All of them realized I knew far more than they did, and they usually deferred to my advice. Only my husband Abolou was close to me in intellect, and over half the colony are smart enough to be scientists or doctors back on Earth.

    I knew that after the colony area was explored well in the first half year, Geology would only occupy Molly a few hours a week. I offered her a position as my executive assistant. She accepted, and also volunteered as my bedroom and shower assistant. She was my favorite pet, and the love of my life. My biggest regret is that I never kissed her or told her that.

    People keep congratulating and honoring me for the hundreds of discoveries I’ve made and the thousands of patients my medical knowledge and skills have helped or saved. I still dwell on seven patients. I know that even an unusually good doctor typically loses a few people every year, but I’m far better than good. In eighty years as a physician, I lost seven. In my opinion, that’s at least six too many. I still remember all the faces of the families as I told them I failed and their loved one was gone.

    It’s been over five centuries since the discovery of antibiotics, but a simple cut on her hand took Molly away from me. At the age of only 46, she died from a native infection that’s untreatable with any drug from Earth. I didn’t discover the plant compound which can fight it until it was years too late.

    When Molly passed, I professionally dictated notes of the symptoms, exactly what I had tried, and the results. I walked home and calmly told my family Molly was gone. After that, I sat on my bed alone and cried for weeks. I still miss her terribly.

    Today I learned that making Sarah with Professor Morse and implanting her in Molly was the best thing I ever did. Sarah discovered a method for creating ARTIFICIAL WORMHOLES! With more work, it could make interstellar and even intergalactic travel take minutes or hours, instead of centuries or eons! Next month, she’s launching a probe that might let us send messages to Earth and back in seconds, instead of 80 years!

    Epilogue

    It took humans half a million years to live on two planets and a few moons and asteroids, instead of just Earth. Another three centuries raised the total to ten inhabited planets around six stars. In the next hundred years, using Sarah Wallace’s discovery, the number jumped to over a thousand. Spread across dozens of galaxies, humanity became extinction-proof at last.


  • The Knight and the Acolyte Book 3, Chapter 5: The Orc’s Wife

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    Angela and her party meet Thrak the orc barbarian while Serisia, Thrak’s dead wife, haunts the party as she searches for the woman to love the orc.

    The Knight and the Acolyte
    Book Three: Barbaric Splendor
    Chapter Five: The Barbarian’s Wife
    By mypenname3000
    Copyright 2016

    Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this.

    Thrak – Red Eye Tribal Lands, Larg Federation

    “Which woman is it?” I asked my dead wife.

    “I do not know,” Serisia answered as she slipped to the ground before me. “But one of them will rescue your grieving heart.”

    “Never,” I answered as I stared down at her pale face framed by light-brown hair. The bone piercings adorning her ears, eyebrows, and nose made her seem more orcish than her human heritage. “I will never stop grieving you.”

    Her eyes were sad as she slid her hand up my swarthy legs beneath my kilt. I groaned as her cool grip seized my cock, stroking me. I responded to her need. She was a phantasm, manifesting her presence in this world by ingesting my seed.

    “You will never forget me,” she smiled, “but you deserve to be happy again. I want it. She is down there. I know it.”

    “How?” I growled, anger in my voice. I didn’t want to give Serisia up. Ten years she had been mine before the Ghost Wolves stole her. She was more orc than all the females of my tribe.

    “Something is happening,” she answered, her hand sliding up and down my cock. “Whispers trickle through the Astral Realm. Prophecies are being fulfilled. One of those women will change the world, and you are meant to help her.”

    “Is she the one I’ll love?”

    “I don’t know.” Serisia shook her head as she pushed up my kilt with her left hand, exposing my thick cock, the tip pierced by a ring of white bone. I groaned as her tongue swirled around the tip of my dick, warmer than her hand.

    “Serisia,” I groaned as her tongue played with the ring, tugging on the tip of my cock. “Tell me who approaches. Describe them.” Her mouth engulfed my cock. Her hand stroked my thick shaft as she sucked.

    I stared out at the approaching women. Three were humans on horseback, the fourth a naked elf, a bow gripped in her hand. She was busty and graceful, taller than a human, the height of an orc female, but she was far slimmer.

    She seemed too fragile, like my Serisia had been.

    Two of the women were robed, one in white of a priestess and the other in red—a Journeyman Mage of the Collegiate Tower. My eyes settled on the last woman. She was a warrior. A knight of Deute or Voizu, her red hair burning as it spilled across the shiny pauldrons of her armor. She rode a massive charger, a horse bred for war.

    “One is magnificent,” I groaned, my hips thrusting my cock in and out of my wife’s hot mouth. My hand ran through her soft hair. “A warrior. Strong, proud, her sword drawn as she leads her party.”

    Serisia moaned about my cock. Her hand stroked the base of my shaft faster. Her other hand gripped my thick balls, massaging them. My large hand gripped her head, sliding her mouth up and down my cock.

    “She is a woman like you.”

    Serisia’s blowjob grew louder, a wet, sloppy sound. Her brown eyes stared up at me, hope in them. My heart beat faster. My grip tightened on her head as I forced my cock deeper into her mouth. She didn’t fight it, letting my cock slid down her throat.

    Her moans caressed my dick as she swallowed. I snarled, my balls churning, massaged by her hands. She squeezed hard, adding a splash of pain to the bliss humming around my cock. My hips drew back and slammed my dick into her throat, pressing her lips into my black pubic hair. I stared at the human warrior.

    “I have never seen hair that color,” I growled. “It burns with passion.”

    Her hand let go of my balls. She wrapped her arms around my waist, gripping my ass, pulling me in harder. She moaned her delight as I roughly fucked her throat. My Serisia only looked delicate. She could be fucked as hard as an orc female.

    Could this knight?

    My fingers tightened in Serisia’s hair. Her moans hummed around my cock. Her fingernails dug deep into my ass while my balls thwacked against her chin. They boiled. I growled and threw back my head, roaring out my pleasure for all to hear as my cum burst into Serisia’s mouth.

    My wife moaned as she drank, her cool fingers becoming a little warmer. She shuddered, her eyes squeezing shut and soft mewls moaned around my cock as the spirit orgasmed. I sucked in deep breaths as I studied the knight drawing ever closer.

    Her eyes were hard. I smiled.

    Serisia slid her mouth off my cock and rose. She pressed against my side and leaned up to nuzzle in my ear. “The knight might be the one. I can hear life in your voice again.”

    My eyebrows furrowed. “How long until you leave me?”

    “I can’t stay forever.” Tears burned in her eyes. “As much as I would love to. But I will be on the other side watching you, being happy for you, and waiting for you and your new love. Remember what the shamans say, ‘Life is merely a dream we all must wake from.’ I’m already half awake. I can’t keep drowsing. But I’ll be eager for you to wake up and join me.”

    She kissed my lips. I closed my eyes and held her until her body vanished. I took a deep breath. She was still around, her scent lingered in my nose. I gazed down at the approaching women as they reached the base of the hill.

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    Journeyman Mage Faoril

    “The spirit has vanished,” Xera reported.

    The orc was a dark figure atop the hill. The corpses Xera had spotted lay butchered down the slopes, blood matting the thick grass, birds pecking at the corpses. I covered my nose against the stench with my left hand, the right gripping a vial of cum, ready to down it if I needed my magic.

    “And the spirit really gave him a blowjob?” Sophia asked, her delicate face twisting in disgust. Like me, she held her hand over her nose. It did not help.

    Xera nodded. “Now he waits for us, arms crossed. I think he killed all these orcs.”

    “By himself?” Angela asked as she rode Midnight up the slope before us. The knight’s sword gripped in her hand, her knuckles white.

    “Yes. I see an ax on him. And these wounds…” Xera shuddered. “These orcs were all hewn with the same weapon. They attacked the hill, firing arrows as they came up the slope, and one trail came down and killed them all.”

    “Berserker,” Angela groaned. “I have heard some orcs can become consumed by battle lust and will fight with a reckless strength, not fearing wounds or death, only caring about killing.”

    “Great,” Sophia muttered. “There’s our raging warrior. And he has a spirit. His lost love?”

    I had heard the Lesbius Oracle’s prophecy given to Angela several times. I was: “The Grieving Mage who commands the elements.” An apt description. After failing my test to be a master mage, I had definitely grieved.

    It still pained my heart how I had ruined my chance to achieve the august rank through sheer carelessness. But that was why I was on the quest. I would restore the High King’s broken sword and prove I was worthy of retesting. One day, I would wear the black robes and stand high amongst my peers.

    “We might still have to fight him,” Angela cautioned. “Be on your guard.”

    “I hope not,” Sophia shuddered as we rode past an orc sheared in half.

    The strength to do that astounded me. This orc on the hill would have to hew through a thick torso, organs, fat, and the spinal column in a single blow. It was easy to ram a thin dagger or a pointed sword through someone, the surface area at the end of the blade was small, but a broad ax’s head…

    Who was this barbarian?

    As we drew closer, his features resolved. His skin was a swarthy red-brown, his shoulders thick, his body powerful. He made even the brawniest human look small. He easily towered a head or more over the tallest man I met. Thick, woolly hair covered his head and scars adorned his naked chest. A dirty kilt clad his waist and legs to his knees, and he had a large ax hanging from his belt.

    But it was his face that proved his barbarism. Fierce, glowering, bone piercings thrust through his nose and eyebrows. Thick piercings had elongated his earlobes, stretching them out with tapered bone plugs. They made him hideous and terrifying.

    Uncultured and barbaric.

    Like all the orcs. They all lived out on the tundra, killing and hunting, not living in proper cities. They dwelt always in hide tents, forever roaming the plains following the herds. They were known as the Larg Federation, but never appeared to cooperate with each other. The ever changing tribes of orcs always warred with their neighbors.

    Which was good. Orc hordes were dangerous when a particularly brutal orc united the tribes into one cohesion and turned their aggression outward on the human lands.

    And we had to travel with him?

    “I am Thrak of the Red Eye Tribe,” the orc growled in clear Hamiltish, the language spoken in human lands. “I have kept vigil for nine nights waiting for your arrival. Destiny and omens have decried we shall travel together.”

    Destiny and omens? What superstitious dribble.

    “How?” Angela asked. “Why?”

    “The spirit of my dead wife has seen beyond life,” he answered.

    “The woman that was, um…” Sophia trailed off, her cheeks growing red.

    “Serisia.” He said the word like a prayer. It was a Thosian name. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. He shook his head and fixed his eyes on Angela. “Knight, your Quest has taken you into perilous lands.”

    “And it will take me into more dangers before it is completed,” Angela answered.

    “You will never survive,” he declared in a blunt rumble.

    “We will be fine,” I snapped. “I am a mage of the council. I command the elements. With a thought, I could hang you in the air and leave you stuck while we continue on.”

    His eyes fell on me, his jaw tightened. “You will not survive, Mage. But I can lead you through. I can guide you. It is why I have waited here.”

    Angela looked down at the slope. “And the dead?”

    “Enemies.”

    Angela turned around and looked at Sophia. The acolyte’s face was pale. She shook her head. “I…”

    “You are our leader, Angela,” Xera said. “His words are blunt but honest. We do not even know exactly where we are going.”

    “It is on the peninsula,” Angela answered. “We keep heading north and we shall find it.”

    “You seek holy Murathi?” Thrak’s eyes were wide, his voice full of reverence. “You go on pilgrimage.”

    “I seek the piece of the High King’s sword,” Angela answered.

    Thrak closed his eyes. “I will come with you. The piece was given to Larg to be protected until the High King’s heir came for it.”

    “Who entrusted Larg?” I asked. “I was taught the orcs looted the piece of the king’s sword and carried it off to Murathi as a trophy.”

    “The woman with hair of fire,” Thrak said, his eyes narrowing on Angela and her bright-red hair. “She gave it to Larg. So all the stories tell. It was placed in Holy Murathi. I will lead you. Without me, you shall never live to reach it.”

    “And how do we know you won’t kill us in our sleep?” I demanded. “My magic can win us through, Angela.”

    “And the prophecy?” Angela asked. She turned to Thrak. “You are haunted by your wife?”

    “Ever since I failed to protect her.” His voice grew hoarse, his eyes distant. “She wants me to accompany you, so I shall. I give you my word, on my honor as a Red Eye and upon my ax that I shall not betray you, Angela of the Redhair. I shall bleed and battle at your side. I shall lead you to Holy Murathi.”

    “An orc’s word is worthless,” I hissed.

    Thrak snorted, “I am talking to your leader. Be silent, woman. I do not care if you can wield the elements like a shaman, hurtle another childish insult at me and I shall discipline you across my knee.”

    My mouth worked. His eyes were hard. He meant it. He would spank me. That was ridiculous. I drew myself up but Sophia laid a hand on mine and shook my head.

    “Thrak of the Red Eye,” Angela said, “I accept your pledge, and I shall hold it to you. Know that I am Angela, Knight-Errant of Deute, and my sword will pierce your heart if you prove fickle.”

    Thrak nodded, his grin widening. “I would expect nothing else, Angela Redhair.” His eyes flicked to my companions.

    “Xerathalasia, but you can call me Xera.”

    “Well met, Xerathalasia,” Thrak said, his jaw popping. “What a mouthful your name is. What does it mean?”

    “Born beneath a sweet, spring shower,” Xera answered with a smile. “And what does Thrak mean.”

    “Mighty cock,” laughed Thrak. “My father had high hopes for me. And my Serisia savored my girth stretching her open.”

    My cheeks warmed and Sophia gagged.

    “Sophia ev’Tith, Acolyte of Saphique. I am, uh, pleased to meet you.” Her words did not sound certain.
    “Faoril Lesibourne,” I answered. “And how did you get a wife with a Thosian name? Kidnapping?”

    “I showed her what a real male was like. She found her other suitors quite lacking.” Thrak smiled. “She was an orc born in a human body.” His smile faded and he closed his eyes. He fought against the pain. “There is still plenty of day. Shall we depart. We are still in the Red Eye lands. It will be safe travel.”

    Angela glanced down the slope. “Yes, I can see that.”

    I sighed. We were really taking an uncouth orc with us. He would probably try to rape us all thinking we wanted his thick, muscular body heaving over us. Orcs saw females as chattel. I had no doubts this Serisia was stolen on a raid and had no choice but to submit to his brutish lusts.

    I shifted on my saddle, ignoring the hot itch as I gazed at Thrak’s muscular back, his swarthy skin crisscrossed with scars.

    Uncouth indeed.

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    Knight-Errant Angela

    Thrak led us across the featureless plains. There was only grass with the occasional stunted trees. The land was folded, every hill looking the same as the last. If it wasn’t for the sun sinking towards my right, I would have no idea how to tell which way was north or how to keep us going in a straight line.

    Thrak didn’t have that problem. He walked with purpose, a silent gait before us eating up the miles. Like Xera, he was at ease in the wilderness. The elf had unlimbered her bow, actually trusting Thrak and his claim of safety.

    The elf seemed to like him. Xera had keen eyes. The orc’s words were forthright. He wasn’t the brutal animal the stories claim. Orcs rarely crossed the Rheyn Mountains to raid the Kingdom of Secare. But no mountains separated the orc lands from the Principalities of Zeutch, and an orc raider who slipped past the border forts could find himself inside the Magery of Thosi in merely a day or two.

    Faoril rode stiffed-back, her eyes locked on the orc, her face twisted in anger and disgust. I sighed. Bickering between companions would grow tiresome fast.

    As the sun sank lower, Thrak stopped us in a glade. “This will shelter us from the wind at night,” he said. “And I see plenty of dung for fire.”

    “Dung?” Sophia groaned.

    “Do you see anything else to burn?” Thrak asked.

    “Uncouth,” muttered Faoril.

    Thrak glanced at my sword. “After supper, I would enjoy sparring with you.”

    A smile crossed my lips. He was muscular. Bigger than any human man. His scars were sexy. A hot itch had kept me aware of every step of my horse, my hot pussy rubbing on the leather saddle. I hadn’t sparred with anyone since…Kevin.

    Did I ever really love him? I could remember sparring and…there were holes in my recollections like an apple gnawed on by a worm. I knew sparring made me horny. We must have fucked or made love afterwards, and yet I could only remember crossing blades with him.

    What had Kevin done to hurt me? What made me so angry I would want to forget our relationship? Was my relationship with Sophia equally doomed? Could I really love anyone if I could excise them out of my mind?

    I pushed aside my doubts. I loved Sophia. I had to believe I wouldn’t sabotage our relationship.

    “I would enjoy that,” I nodded, glancing at Sophia.

    Her delicate face was tight and her green eyes squeezed shut. I moved to her as she dismounted from purity and pulled her close, her small breasts pressing against her white robes. “You know what’s going to happen tonight?”

    Sophia sighed and nodded.

    I lifted her chin. “It doesn’t change how I feel.”

    “I just don’t have a real cock,” Sophia muttered, “or strong muscles that make you wet.”

    “You make me wet in other ways, slave,” I purred before capturing her lips in a kiss.

    Sophia clung to me as we kissed, her arms tight about me as her tongue thrust into my mouth. A hot excitement rippled through me. Sophia did make me wet in other ways. I caressed her tongue as I held her tight.

    I was breathless when we broke the kiss. “Come…on. Let’s get…camp set up.”

    Sophia nodded, a smile on her lips. “Yes, Mistress.”

    I slid down and gave her ass a squeeze. I could never imagine a man saying those two words. They were just for me and Sophia.

    The horses grazed on the grass, hobbled to keep from wandering off, while we searched through the grass to gather dried dung. It didn’t have much smell, but I was glad for the small creek that ran through to wash my hands after we finished.

    The fire had a…pungent aroma. Thrak added an herb to the fire and the smoke became bitter, but far more pleasant. Sophia nodded her head in approval as she spread out her bedroll by the fire and chatted with Faoril. We ate our trail rations while the smoke kept back the growing swarms of insects. I had never seen so many mosquitoes in my life.

    And they were so big.

    “Is that the point of the herb?” Xera asked as she sat atop a hilltop, her head swiveling as she kept watch.

    “Yes,” Thrak growled. He turned to me. “Are you ready?”

    I grinned at him. “Yes. I’ve been itching to spar for weeks.”

    Thrak glanced at Sophia and Faoril, the two women talking as they lay on their bedrolls. “Yes. You have wanted for proper companionship.”

    “Hey,” Sophia gasped, “I give her plenty of companionship.”

    A smile grew on Thrak’s lips. “I have heard of the cult of lesbianism You and her…?”

    “Sophia finds her way into any woman’s bedroll,” I laughed as we walked up to the hill, the sun painting orange across the grass.

    “Orc females do not engage. They think it is demeaning. My Serisia’s one compliant was her urge to indulge with another woman from time to time went unfulfilled. I would have loved to watch that.”

    “Every guy does,” I grinned. “A pity your orc females are too consumed with fucking men to realize that.”

    I fell into my fight stance as I faced him. He swung his ax in deadly, sweeping arcs. It was a masterful weapon, made of Valyan steel. The twin ax blades gleamed orange as he swung his weapon, his swarthy skin rippling about his muscles.

    Damn, he was sexy. My pussy clenched and a hot trickle ran down my thigh. I shifted my hips, my chainmail loin cloth jingling as it swayed between my legs. His eyes crossed my body, a noticeable bulge forming in his loincloth.

    “Other orcs thought me weak for loving a human,” Thrak grinned. “But your kind does have their charms.”

    “I’m seeing your appeal, too,” I grinned as I moved forward and swung my blade.

    Our attacks were slow, sparring, moving through the forms more than trying to hit each other. We were fighting with live steel instead of blunted training weapons. This was dangerous. My heart beat with exhilaration as we traded blows and circled each other.

    Thrak’s swings were with purpose, not wild or uncoordinated. He knew how to fight with an ax. Stories may paint orcs as uncivilized, but they must have weapon masters who had figured out sophisticated techniques.

    “You have skill,” Thrak nodded.

    “You sound surprised. Don’t female orcs fight?”

    “Our females disdain manly weapons,” he growled. “They fight with magic and knives. Men protect them.”

    “Pity,” I grinned. “I bet there are amazing fighters being overlooked.”

    “Perhaps.” He swung at me and I parried, our weapons clinging. I repost and drove him back. “Life is cheap out here. Females are too important for the tribe’s future to be squandered in foolishness.”

    “Foolishness? I thought orcs lived for battle.”

    “Foolishness,” he repeated as he slashed his ax at me, driving me back.

    Our weapons rang as we danced around each other. The sun sank lower, twilight deepening the sky while we fought. My heart raced. It was wonderful to train with another warrior, to match my skill against his where our lives were not at stake.

    “You are good,” he said again. “Swift and nimble. You have been trained to fight a larger, stronger opponent.”

    “I sparred with men all the time.” My smile grew. “Sparring has always made my blood pound. Forfeit games were not uncommon in the chapterhouse.”

    “Forfeit?”

    “If you lose, you forfeit something.”

    “A wager,” he nodded. “What?”

    “Well, if I win, I will make you fall to your knees and devour my pussy.” I swung my sword in hard, his ax raising to block.

    “And if I win?”

    “Well, I’ll fall to my knees and worship that cock tenting your kilt.” I licked my lips. “I’m always such a slut after sparring.”

    Thrak laughed and threw his arms wide. “I think we shall be sparring a lot, Angela Redhair.”

    I nodded my head in agreement.

    Our sparring became serious. There were stakes. I gasped and he growled as our weapons rang across the plain. Night settled on the world, our steel flashing with starlight. His strength was impressive. I found myself forced back into retreat.

    The footing grew treacherous in the dark. I was losing anyways when I tripped, but it hastened the end of the fight. I landed on my back with a gasp, the grass tickling my thighs. Thrak stood over me, his ax raised.

    “Yield?” he asked as he casually placed his foot on my sword arm. He didn’t wear boots but was barefoot. I hadn’t realized before.

    “Yes,” I answered, my thighs squeezing together. “I guess I have to pay the forfeit.”

    Thrak smiled at my sultry purr. He stood back and set his ax in the grass. His hands undid the belt holding up his kilt. The felt wrapping fell off his body, leaving him naked and powerful. My eyes widened—the tip of his cock was pierced by bone.

    “You are wild,” I smiled as I undid the buckles holding my half-breastplate and half-backplate together. They came apart, revealing my round breasts to his hungry eyes. I stood up and removed my sword belt. It dropped along with my chainmail loincloth which hung from it. I peeled off my bracers and stood only in my boots and greaves.

    “Well?” I asked.

    “You need piercings,” he laughed, reaching out to squeeze my large breasts. “But your tits almost rival an orc female. But theirs are not so pale and creamy.”

    I shuddered as his calloused hands squeezed my tits. Each was large enough to cover my whole breast. His thick fingers sank into my pillowy flesh. I purred as his thumb caressed over my hard nipple. His other hand went around my back, pulling me against his hard girth.

    “I think my nipples are just fine the way they are,” I groaned. “I’m no priestess.”

    “They prove your strength,” grinned Thrak. “Serisia pierced her body. She was so strong when her nipples were pierced. She did not cry out in pain, only squeezed my hand.”

    “Do you want to talk about your dead wife or feel my mouth on your cock?”

    He hesitated, then his hand squeeze my ass. “You are right. My cock is hard. Suck it, woman.”

    “Woman?” I grinned. “Mmm, you like bossing women around?”

    “They love it.”

    Sophia surely did.

    I sank down to my knees, my hard nipples rubbing against his muscular body. I squeezed my tits about his swarthy cock. It was so dark nestled between my ivory breasts. As the stars grew brighter, my ivory skin almost seemed to glow compared to him.

    “Slut,” he growled as I slid my tits up and down his cock. “Work your tits on my cock. I would rather cum this way and anoint your body with my seed.”

    “And mark me?” I laughed.

    “Yes.”

    His thick fingers ran through my red hair as I worked my tits up and down his cock. My hard nipples brushed his wiry-black pubic hair and rippling abs. They tingled, shooting delight down to my pussy. His cock’s tip emerged between my tits, the bone ring bouncing.

    I leaned down and played with the ring. I grasped it in my teeth and tugged, bringing a low growl from Thrak. I did it again, rubbing my tits faster. The orc’s hand tightened in my hair. I slid my breasts up and down his shaft as I savored playing with his cock ring.

    “Have you pleased an orc before, slut?”

    “Nope,” I grinned. “But I love playing with your cock ring.”

    I tugged again and he grunted. Then I licked at the tip of his cock, gathering up the slippery, salty precum as I worked my tits faster and faster up and down his shaft. My lips swallowed the tip, teasing it before it vanished back between my tits.

    I sucked harder the next time his cock emerged, my tongue swirling, savoring the salty flavor of cum. It was such a treat. My pussy grew hotter as his masculine growls and grunts spurred me to rub my tits on his cock faster.

    “Slut,” he growled. “Work those tits like the human whore you are. Yes. You want to be covered in Thrak’s cum. All sluts do.”

    “I do,” I panted, getting into the thrill of his gravely voice. My pussy clenched. “Cum on me. Do it. Prove your might, warrior.”

    Thrak let out a loud growl as his cock erupted. Hot, white cum splashed up my neck and fell on my tits. I opened my mouth, catching the next blast, savoring his salty flavor. He was saltier than a human. I swirled it through my mouth as a third eruption added more lines of jizz dribbling down my tits.

    “Yes,” he breathed, staring down at me, proud of his work. I cupped my tits and licked a line of cum up to my pink nipple. I sucked it into my mouth and he growled again. “What a woman you are, Redhair.”

    “What a mighty cock you have,” I giggled.

    “On your back, I am not through with you.”

    I stretched out, savoring his cum cooling on my tits. He knelt before me, his strong hands ripping my legs far apart, bearing my shaved pussy wet with my tangy musk. He knelt down, his hands caressing my silky thighs, and buried his face between my pussy lips.

    “Thrak,” I gasped, my tits bucking beneath the onslaught of his hungry mouth.

    His tongue was thick and probing. He thrust it into my depths, swirling it around with a violence. His tongue did not possess the gentle teasing of Sophia. This was primal. I groaned, arching my hot cunt into his hungry mouth.

    “Yes, yes,” I gasped, squeezing my cum-stained tits. “Show me how strong you are. Prove you are a warrior. Make me cum. Make me scream your name.”

    Thrak growled into my pussy. His hands reached beneath me to squeeze my asscheeks. His thick fingers pressed into my butt as he pulled me tighter against his hungry mouth. His nose piercing caressed my clit. My pussy clenched each time.

    The orc feasted on me. His tongue was thick and hungry. He flailed it through my pussy, licking up to my clit and playing with it before he dived back down into my pussy. This orc knew how to please a woman.

    I grabbed his woolly hair, moaning as I humped into his mouth. “Yes. Eat me. You won. Claim my cunt.”

    Thrak growled again, his hands squeezing my ass tight as his tongue probed deep into me. He stirred me up and savored my tangy flavor. I pinched my nipples hard, stretching out my tits and savoring the pain and pleasure mixing with the bliss his tongue and strong lips churned.

    My stomach clenched. My back arched. I bucked as the pleasure swelled through me. I gasped and moaned, my toes curling and sliding through the grass. He was amazing. My body trembled as my orgasm swelled.

    “Thrak!” I screamed as I came. “Oh, yes.”

    He growled as he devoured my juices. The pleasure flowed through me. I groaned, staring up at the stars spinning over my head as I was drunk on the rapture bursting through my pussy. My heels drummed in the grass and dug into the dirt as I writhed.

    “Pater’s cock,” I gasped. “Oh, wow. Gods, you are amazing, Thrak.”

    He lifted up his face, a big grin on his wet lips. Then, with a growl, he flipped me over onto my belly. He lifted my hips up, forcing me to kneel. His cock was hard, thrusting forward at me. I grinned and shuddered as he slammed his thick girth into my spasming pussy.

    “Yes,” I screamed, another orgasm rippling through me as his cock and the wonderful bone ring dived into my pussy.

    He spread me open. I ached. I shuddered. The bone piercing caressed the insides of my pussy, shooting wonderful bliss through me. I bucked back into his thrust as my tits swung beneath me. He growled and snarled, pounding me hard.

    “Yes, yes, yes!” I screamed, lost to the pure, wonderful lust of being fucked by his amazing cock. “Oh, wow. Mmm, yes. I can’t…oh, wow. This is amazing. Pound me. Pater’s cock, you’re hung. Damn. You’re stretching me open.”

    “Such a tight cunt,” he growled as he pounded me. “Move those hips, woman. Show me how much you love my dick slamming into your cunt. Gewin’s mighty cock.”

    “I love it!” I screamed, another orgasm shooting through me. “Oh, wow. This is…oh, yes. I can’t…Gods, yes. Fuck me. Make me cum! Pater’s cock, yes.”

    His heavy balls slapped into my clit. His cock slammed into my depths. He pounded me with ferocity. It was primal and wonderful. I shuddered as my fingers tore into the turf. My head threw back as my tits bounced beneath me.

    He leaned over me as he fucked me, his hand pulling on my red hair. His strong body draped over me as his other hand reached down beneath my belly and found my clit. I gasped as he rubbed my sensitive nub.

    My pussy clenched on his thick dick.

    “That’s it, whore,” he growled into my ear as he pounded me. “Work that slutty hole on my dick. You love it. You’re just a slut. You’ve been dying to feel this cock in you ever since you met me. Every human woman is a whore for my dick.”

    “Yes!” I screamed.

    “They all panted after it, each wanting to be stretched out by my mighty cock.”

    “So good,” I gasped, his heavy balls thwacking my clit, full of his cum. “Flood me. Do it. I want to feel your cum boiling into me. Oh, yes. Oh, wow.”

    Thrak buried into me. He growled something in a harsh language as his cum boiled out of me. I shuddered one last time, a final orgasm rippling through my body as his cum flooded my pussy. I shuddered, my arms collapsing, my face resting on the grass as my pussy milked his cock.

    “Damn, that was great,” I panted.

    “We’re not done,” he growled. “You have stirred me, woman. I need to fuck you more.”

    I only moaned in delight.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Xerathalasia

    “Thrak!” screamed Angela as the orc ate her to an orgasm.

    I sat on a hill on the other side of camp, trying to ignore the grunts and moans. A tingle twitched my ears. I rose and turned as a naked woman rose from the ground, her body pierced like an orc. She smiled at me as I lowered my dagger.

    “Serisia?” I asked.

    “Yes,” she smiled, moving to me. “I was hoping we could talk.”

    “About?”

    “My husband.” She glanced over at him, a proud smile on her lips. “Look at him take Angela. He mastered her body.”

    I nodded.

    Her hand reached down and slid between my thighs. They were cool, not alive. She brushed my pussy and frowned. “You’re not wet.”

    “Should I be?”

    “Isn’t he a ravishing creature?” Serisia asked as her fingers caressed my pussy.

    A hot delight rippled through me as I gazed over at Thrak. He now fucked Angela as she knelt on her hands and knees. He was brutish, large, no soft curves, not like the delightful tits hanging beneath Angela which swayed back and forth as the orc plowed her.

    “You’re getting wet now,” Serisia moaned, pressing her cool body against me.

    “You’re touching me,” I grinned. “And you are beautiful, even with your barbaric piercings.”

    Her fingers pressed up inside of me. “So you have no interest in being fucked by a thick cock.”

    Serisia’s lips pressed against my ear, her body lithe against me as her fingers worked in and out of my pussy. The heel of her hand ground on my pussy. She was so real for a spirit. I groaned, my pussy clenching on her fingers as my pussy clenched.

    “Not by a man’s cock,” I moaned. “An elf’s cock. My wife’s cock. Mmm, that would be heavenly.”

    “Wife’s…cock,” Serisia murmured. “You’re married?”

    “Yes.”

    “And where is your cock? Or do not all elves have them?”

    “All elves have cocks,” I groaned. “But not for long.”

    Her fingers worked faster. Her touch was delicious even as she let out a mournful sigh. She leaned over and licked my ear. “Pity.”

    I groaned, “Keep licking my ear. That’s nice.”

    My pussy clenched on Serisia’s fingers as she licked my ear again. My ear twitched as the pleasure trembled through my body. I moaned, my nipples aching. Her tongue licked over and over while her fingers worked through my pussy.

    “Matar’s cock,” I groaned as my pleasure stirred. “I do not know what you are, but your touch is delicious.”

    “A phantom,” she moaned between licks. Her tongue was wet and delicious. “Cum.”

    “Yes,” I gasped as my body shuddered. My pussy clenched on her fingers as my orgasm rippled through me.

    My eyes squeezed shut as I savored the delightful bliss shooting through my body. My ears twitched as my breasts heaved. My toes curled into the grass as I was lost to the rapture. I leaned against Serisia.

    “Thank you,” I groaned, opening my eyes.

    The spirit smiled at me, licked her fingers clean of my juices, then vanished.

    I sank back into my crouch, struggling to focus on my watch as my body trembled from the orgasm the spirit gifted me.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Acolyte Sophia

    “They are still going at it,” Faoril groaned.

    “I know,” I said. “I can’t sleep. They are too loud.” I squeezed my thighs together. Angela’s moans, even created by a man, made me wet. “We could…?”

    “Fuck?” Faoril asked with an arch of her eyebrows.

    I grabbed her and pulled her into my bedding. She was naked beneath her blankets, her round breasts pressing into my smaller tits. “We can tire each other out and then fall asleep. I think Thrak hasn’t had pussy in a while.”

    “Oh, he’s had mine,” a voice purred from behind. A cool body pressed against my back.

    “Who’s that?” I gasped.

    “Serisia,” the spirit answered, her touch tingling my skin. “Mmm, relax. I want to join you. I haven’t made love to a woman in over a decade.”

    “You poor thing,” I gasped as her hand slid around to grip my tit.

    “And I see my husband has made the pair of you horny. It’s my wifely duty to relieve that ache.”

    “He didn’t make me horny,” I said. “I am an acolyte of Saphique.”

    “So you have no interest in him?” Serisia sounded disappointed.

    “None. It’s only women. Like you.” I shuddered, loving her hard nipples and harder piercings pressing on my back.

    “And you, Faoril?” asked Serisia.

    “I thought we were going to fuck, not talk,” muttered the mage, her pussy hot on my thigh.

    “I think she’s so wet from Thrak,” I moaned. “Faoril loves cocks. It’s her one flaw.”

    “My one flaw?” Faoril asked.

    “Well, you have more,” I admitted. “But that’s okay, I still will fuck you.”

    I kissed her on the lips as Serisia ground her wet, hot pussy on my ass. The rest of her may be cool, but not her cunt. I savored the spirit’s presence. It was weird to be touched by a ghost, but she seemed so harmless.

    And sexy.

    And corporeal.

    What kind of ghost was—

    I gasped into Faoril’s mouth as Serisia’s hand slid down and pressed between my thighs, rubbing at my clit. Her touch was delightful. I writhed between the two women, groaning in delight as they pleasured me.

    “Let’s daisy chain,” Serisia moaned. “I haven’t done that since I attended the university. We can devour each other’s pussies. Doesn’t that sound delicious?”

    “Do I get to eat yours?” I asked as she strummed my clit.

    “Yes,” she giggled.

    “Faoril?” I grinned at her.

    “Sure,” the mage said. “I need to cum so badly.”

    “Because of my husband?” asked Serisia.

    “No,” Faoril insisted, glancing over at the pair on the hill. Angela and Thrak were fucking for the third time. “How much stamina does he have?”

    “He’s an orc,” Serisia purred. “Mmm, we spent nights making love.”

    Faoril glanced at Serisia, biting her lip as the spirit pressed her face between Faoril’s thighs. The mage gasped as the spirit took a long lick through her pussy. Serisia moaned in delight. She lay on her side, her breasts soft pillows and her legs spread wide.

    “So long since I’ve enjoyed pussy like this,” she purred.

    “You never tired with an orc female?” I asked, pressing my face between her thighs.

    “They were not interested,” Serisia sighed. Then she squealed as I licked her pussy. Her trimmed pubic hair tickled my lips and her spicy, hot musk stained my lips.

    It was so hard remembering she wasn’t alive, but a spirit. A very corporeal, wet, and wonderful spirit.

    My tongue swirled through her folds as Faoril grasped my hips and pulled me to her. I parted my thighs and the mage’s breath washed over my shaved pussy. Her tongue licked through my folds, and I groaned and arched my hips.

    “That’s it,” I groaned between licks of Serisia’s pussy. “Mmm, you do have a great tongue, Faoril.”

    “Thanks,” the mage gasped, her voice breathy. “The spirit…she’s not bad either.”

    “How about if I do this?” Serisia asked.

    I didn’t know what the spirit did, but Faoril moaned into my pussy and squeezed my ass. Her lithe tongue danced through my folds, stirring up my pleasure as I devoured Serisia’s snatch. The spirit’s pussy was so hot, but her thigh was cool on my cheek.

    My tongue expertly explored her folds, teasing her as I devoured her. My fingers quested between her butt-cheeks as I savored her delicious, spicy flavor. My hips humped against Faoril’s licking face as I pressed my fingers into Serisia’s bowels.

    “Oh, wow,” gasped Serisia. “Sophia, you know what you are doing.”

    “I am an acolyte of Saphique,” I boasted. “I have mastered the art of cunnilingus.”

    “Yes,” she moaned, her asshole clenching on my probing fingers as my tongue caressed her pussy lips.

    Our moans drowned out Thrak and Angela’s gasps. The three of us made such feminine sounds as we undulated, grinding our hot pussies on each other’s faces. I groaned into Serisia’s cunt as Faoril slipped a pair of fingers into my pussy.

    Serisia shuddered on my lips as I tongued her clit. The spirit’s thighs tightened about my cheeks as she bucked against me. Spicy juices gushed into my lips as her orgasm burst through her body. I kept tonguing and licking her as her asshole writhed on my fingers.

    “Oh, gods, yes,” gasped Serisia. “Mmm, I am so glad to experience that again.”

    “Don’t stop licking me,” pleaded Faoril. “Oh, I’m so close. Suck on my clit. Yes, just like that.”

    My licking slowed as Serisia’s shudders ended. I nuzzled at her pussy and pulled my fingers from her asshole. I concentrated on the pleasure churned by Faoril’s tongue and fingers. My pussy clenched and relaxed on her digits as her tongue lapped through my folds.

    Faoril screamed into my pussy as she came, and Serisia noisily drank down Faoril’s spicy juices.

    “Mmm, yes, Faoril,” I groaned, humping my hips. “Curl your fingers just a little more.”

    Faoril did and I spasmed.

    “That’s the spot,” I moaned into Serisia’s spicy cunt as she caressed the bundle of nerves that always made me explode. “Keep massaging me right there. I’m going to erupt.”

    “Oh, yes, make her cum,” panted Serisia.

    “Yes,” I moaned in agreement as Faoril caressed my G-spot.

    My body twitched and bucked on her face. I squeezed Serisia’s butt as my orgasm exploded through me. I moaned loudly, shouting out my pleasure as my juices gushed into Faoril’s hungry mouth.

    “Oh, that was amazing,” I panted as my body hummed with pleasure.

    I stretched out on my bed, staring up at the stars. “Mmm, I could sleep for a month.”

    Faoril laughed, cuddling up beside me with Serisia spooning her from behind. My eyes closed as Angela moaned in bliss in the background, cumming again on Thrak’s cock. My last thought before falling asleep was making her scream just as loudly tomorrow night.

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Fireeyes – Norv, The Magery of Thosi

    In the fire in my inn’s room, I watched Angela’s encampment. The orc still ravished her while my focus was on Serisia.

    A spirit, but corporeal.

    My dick ached in the simulacrum’s mouth. I ran my hand over her bald, smooth head as she sucked hard, eager to please me. Watching three women daisy chain, each shuddering and bucking into the other’s pussies, stirred the lusts of this body.

    I was in a young, virile man’s form, no longer my older body. I had the lusts of a youth, and I enjoyed them.

    My cock erupted. The simulacrum swallowed my cum without a sound as I groaned through clenched teeth.

    Faoril rolled over. The Journeyman Mage was too skilled to not be a Master. She was a puzzle. Why was she traveling with this group instead of studying at the Collegiate Tower? But the real mystery was the ghost.

    What type of spirit was she and how could I use her against Angela?

    “How did you end up the wife of…him?” Faoril asked the spirit, glancing up at the hill were the orc and Angela had fallen asleep.

    “While studying at the University of Allenoth,” the spirit answered.

    I blinked with Faoril.

    “What?” the mage asked. “What was an orc doing in Allenoth?”

    “Studying,” she answered. “You wouldn’t believe the talks we had late into the night on philosophy and history. Then we would make love for hours more. He has the largest cock I ever fucked, and I was the envy of all my friends. But it was our discussions that made me go home with him.”

    “But…he’s an orc,” Faoril repeated.

    “So?” Serisia asked. “Just because they are uneducated, does not make them any different than us. Though he is the only one to study with humans. And he made me happy.”

    “So he didn’t capture you in a raid?”

    “No.” Her voice grew tight.

    “What are you, Serisia?”

    “A phantom,” she answered, rolling over and facing away from Faoril. “I was killed through violence. I lingered and haunted my husband. I didn’t want to leave him. But…I realized I had to become more than a ghost to help him move on. A phantom.”

    Faoril swallowed. I knew why. Phantoms often became dangerous, twisting and growing bitter of the living and their loved ones. They would often turn hostile and attack. Especially with the proper spells. An idea formed in my mind.

    Serisia vanished, leaving Faoril to glance over at Thrak, her eyes puzzled. I didn’t care. I dismissed my scrying, leaned back on the floor, and worked on my new plan.

    The things I could do to a phantom hardened my cock.

    To be continued…