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Sarah sheds her shackles at the expense of Gail

Still in shock, Gail was unable to complete full sentences. She was stammering around about how she held all the power, and how she could make everyone pay for this. Of the 3 women Gail was talking about, only Sarah could care less. Everyone already knew that she was submissive and would eat pussy on command, and for that matter do almost anything else on command as well. Sarah, said save you breath Gail, I need you to come into the bathroom and discuss terms of getting these pictures back. Almost without hesitation, Gail got off the bed to follow Sarah to the bathroom. Sarah, not knowing if Gail would follow her command, looked briefly over her shoulder, and sure enough, Gail was following with her head slightly lowered.

Once in the bathroom, Sarah shut the door behind them, looked Gail straight in the eyes, and with her new found confidence, said this whole thing has made me incredibly horny and I need my pussy serviced. With that she sat down on the toilet, spread her legs, exposing her glistening wet pussy to Gail. “Come on girlfriend, Sarah needs a lick.” Gail looked at Sarah and said, “I’m not going to lick your pussy, you’re the slut not me.” With that, Sarah, stood up from the toilet, and cracked Gail across the face with a slap. “Get down on your knees, and never disagree with me again or these pictures will get to your husband, your kids, and your kid’s friends. Think about it, life as you know it could be over!” Tears came to Gail’s eyes, as she got down on her knees in front of the toilet. “Good girl Gail,” said Sarah. Gail sat back on the toilet, spread her legs and said, “I’ve been waiting for this for an hour.” Sarah sat back on the toilet so that Gail’s chin had to be over the edge of the toilet to get her mouth on Sarah’s pussy.

Gail turned out to be a good cunt licker, and Sarah was approaching orgasm quite quickly. With one hand on top of Gail’s head, and the other supporting her arched body, Sarah came all over Gail’s face. Before Gail could get up, Sarah said, “Stay right there for a minute, I want you to see something.” Reminiscent of a few years ago with her sister, with Gail’s chin still over the edge of the toilet and her face just inches from Sarah’s pussy, Sarah began peeing in the toilet. Gail could see where the pee was coming from, where it was going, and the smell of fresh urine stung Gail’s nostrils. When Sarah was finished, she told Gail to give her one or two licks to clean up, hesitatingly Gail complied and licked Sarah clean. Releasing Gail from the toilet, Sarah stood up, and said that’s one picture that will come off the camera. “How bout we just start at the beginning and go one by one…”said Sarah. Nodding in compliance, Gail turned to leave the bathroom. Sarah stopped her, and said, “I noticed that you have quite a hairy pussy Gail, it’s time to shave it!” “No” said Gail, “Please no, what will I tell me husband?” “I don’t know Gail, hmm, the truth won’t work out so well now will it?” How bout we make the shave worth 2 pictures?, it might be the easiest 2 pictures you will earn back!” Gail complied following Sarah body language to sit up on the counter.

Using a comb and scissors, Sarah trimmed Gail’s pussy pretty short and got some shave gel out of the drawer and sudsed up Gail’s pussy. It took a little while to get it clean shaven, but Sarah was careful to get every hair, during the process Gail’s pussy lips were getting fuller and fuller as she was getting into the erotic nature of having another woman shave her pussy. Sarah wiped the excess shave gel off, got a warm washcloth and cleaned the entire area, than began applying body lotion, kneading her pussy, and occasionally passing over her nub which brought a shiver of excitement to Gail. Noticing Gail’s gaping pussy, Sarah said, “you must have enjoyed to shave cause your pussy looks horny again.” Gail knowing that she was, was beside herself as Sarah slid her fingers into her hot pussy. Gail let out a passive moan, and kept her legs spread wide giving Sarah complete access to her pussy. Sarah looked Gail straight in the eyes and said, “This is my pussy isn’t it?” Gail said nothing, and Sarah began pumping her pussy even harder, and said it again, “This is my pussy isn’t it? Again Gail said nothing but was bucking her hips into Sarah fingers, Sarah said it even louder, “This is my pussy isn’t it Gail?” Gail was nodding in agreement, but Sarah said, “Say it, Say it!!” “Yes”, said Gail, “It’s your pussy.” “Good”. said Sarah, “remember that!” Sarah placed her hand on Gal’s shoulder, and started pumping her fingers in and out of Gail’s hot pussy, as Gail was beginning to cum, Sarah positioned one her pussy soaked fingers on Gail’s butthole, and slammed her finger into Gail’s ass on the next motion. It was all Gail could take as she exploded into an orgasm on the counter of the bathroom. Sarah removed her fingers from Gail’s cunt and held her soaked hand inches from Gail’s mouth. “Have a taste”, said Sarah. As Gail opened her mouth hoping to only lick one of Sarah’s fingers, Sarah slipped all four fingers past Gail’s lips and into her mouth. Then Sarah pulled her hand free of Gail’s mouth and smeared the remaining pussy juice all over Gail’s cheeks and chin.

Returning to the bedroom, Ginny and Mary had been waiting for Gail and Sarah to return, but within the half hour that they had been in the bathroom, both Ginny and Mary had fallen asleep on their sleeping bags on the floor. “Gail honey,” said Sarah, “we’re going to have some fun in the next few weeks, good night!” With that an exhausted Gail hit the bed and an excited Sarah hit her bed.

As both were drifting off to sleep, Sarah couldn’t get an erotic, controlling thought out of her mind. She thought I’m going to put my name on it, it’s mine, Gail said it was mine, so it’s mine. With that she got up, went to the bathroom, pulled out a Sharpie, and walked over to the now sleeping and slightly snoring Gail. Sarah pulled back the covers, lifted up Gail’s nightshirt, and just below the Gail’s bikini line on her freshly shaven pubic area, wrote the “Sarah’s Cunt”. Sarah stood back and admired her work, then traced over the letters again and again, making sure the marker ink went deep into Gail’s freshly shaven skin. Then pausing, she had another perverted thought. She lifted Gail’s night shirt above her large tits, and just above the nipple and just below the tan line, wrote “cunt” on the right tit, and “eater” on the left tit, and again traced over the letters so the ink would soak in. She pulled down Gail’s night shirt, pulled up the covers, and went back to her bed where she brought herself to a tremendous orgasm before drifting off to a dream about Gail’s shock when she realized she was branded…would her husband find out, how long would she have to hide her body before the ink faded. Sarah’s dreams took many turns throughout the night.

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Rachel has her first lesbian sex

Rachel Fucking the Experienced Lesbian

One day, I had to take the train to San Jose for a big meeting for work. Being the big meeting I was relived, when I got back on the train to go back to San Francisco where I live. On the train I sat across of a lady who was clearly not wearing any underwear under her skirt. Even I who never wear underwear had a pair of panties on today since I was wearing a skirt. The lady across of my introduced herself as Julia. I told her, my name was Rachel. On the train ride we started talking I told her that I work for a high-tech company who is a major leader in 3D-printing technology.

Once we were nearing the half way point on the train ride, Julia asked me what stop I was getting off at. I told her that I was getting of at San Francisco, the end of the line. She smiled and said good. I could tell, that she liked my answer. At one of the stops the train filled up and we stopped talking. Once the train stopped in San Francisco and everybody started to get off Julia asked if I wanted to get a drink with her. I accepted and we walked to a coffee shop and got some coffee. Over coffee, Julia and I started to talk about life in the big city. After a while Julia started to flirt with me. I’ve never been with a girl before, but something about her got me interested into exploring lesbianism. As Julia continued to flirted with me she asked if I wanted to hang out at her place. I said ok, and we got a taxi and went over to her place. Once we got to her house across the street of the Golden Gate Park.

Julia sat on the couch where she confessed that the real reason that she brought me to her place was to fuck me. My eyes got big and I got a little nervous and I told her that I’ve never been with a girl before. Julia told me not to be nervous and gave me a short kiss. I don’t know what overcame me, I instantly got turned on and my pussy got wet. Julia and I started to make out, all I could think was how good she can kiss. Just then, she put her hand on and started to rub my pussy through my panties making me even more wet. Julia then got up, grabbed my hand and led me to her bedroom where she took off my jacket and shirt and started to suck on my nipples making me moan loudly. I then took off Julias shirt and bra. Just then my mouth got watery and Julia pulled me to her breasts making me suck on her nipples I never thought that a woman’s breasts would taste so good. While I was sucking on her breasts Julia unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the ground. Julia then pushed me onto the bed and removed my panties. Just then I got even more turned on when I realized that I’m just about to have lesbian sex for the first time. Julia started to lick my pussy, the touch of her tongue on my pussy felt so fucking good it made my whole body shake. I could tell that Julia knew exactly what she was doing. Julia stiffened her tongue and started tonguing my wet pussy. I told Julia that she was going to make me cum. Just then Julia started to tongue my pussy faster making me cum into her mouth in a powerful orgasm. Julia then asked me how was my first lesbian orgasm. I told her that it was amazing.

Julia unzips her skirt and lets it fall to the ground and lies on the bed. I didn’t know what to do. Julia told me that it was my turn and pulled my head to her pussy and told me to lick her wet pussy. I stick out my tongue and slowly started to lick Julia’s pussy. All I could think is how good Julia’s pussy tasted. Julia pulled my head deeper into her pussy and told me to eat her faster. I could tell that Julia had an orgasm building by how intense her moaning was getting. My heart was pounding, I was getting more turned on eating Julia, than her eating me. Finally Julia stopped holding back and had a powerful orgasm squirting straight into my mouth. It tasted so fucking good, I drank up all of her juices and cum.

I told her that having sex with her was amazing. Julia then told me that we’re not done yet. Julia reaches under the bed and pulls up a strap on. My eyes got big, my nipples got hard, and my pussy got even more wet. As Julia put on the strap-on, I couldn’t control myself I played with my pussy. Julia told me to stop playing with my pussy and to start sucking her cock. She grabbed my head and pulled it to her cock. As I slowly started to suck her cock Julia grabbed the back of my head and made me suck faster. After a minute of sucking her cock Julia told me to lie on my back and get ready to be fucked. Julia put her cock into my tight wet pussy and started to fuck me. Going faster every time I moaned making me cum in a minute. As we rested, Jill asked me if I liked being fucked by a girl; I told her that this experience was amazing.

After a while of resting, Julia then told me to get ready for round 2 and had me get onto all fours so she can fuck me doggy style. As Julia put her cock in my pussy I could feel my entire body shake with passion. As Julia started to fuck me I started to rub my pussy and started to moan. Every time I moaned Julia would fuck me harder, in a minute, Julia made me cum in a massive orgasm. Julia then pulled out of me, and lied back on the bed. I wasn’t done yet, I climbed onto Julia and started to ride her cock. Julia put her hands around my waist and started to make me fuck her harder and faster making me cum in the most powerful orgasm I’ve had yet. After a while of resting I told Julia that I have to go since I have work in the morning. As I started to get dressed, Julia tells me that I’m more than welcome to meet with her any time, all I need to do is call. She put her cell phone number into my cell phone, as Julia was putting he contact information in my cell phone I noticed a photo on the bed side table of Julia with another woman. As I left I noticed a more and more photos of Julia with the same woman including some of them kissing. It was clear that this woman was Julia’s lesbian partner.

I really enjoyed my first lesbian sex. And something inside of me couldn’t wait to do it again.

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Yoshiko, Chris, Miyu, and the futa-ghost take on a tentacle monster to save their friends and lovers in the climatic conclusion!

Haunted by the Futa Ghost
Chapter Fifteen: Futa Ghost’s Naughty Exorcism
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

“No,” I cried out in grief and regret. “No, Ōjo-sama!” Tears fell from my eyes as shame overwhelmed me. I had failed her.

I stared up at her beautiful form of Mitsuko-hime dangling from the branch of the pine tree, swaying in the breeze that groaned through the cursed woods. Her eyes bulged. Her white-painted face smeared by her tears. Her sandal had fallen off. I grasped her sock-clad foot.

Slime soaked her sock, covered my hand. I jumped back, gaining my feet. Shadows writhed around her body. The yokai still resided in her. It was weakened by my exorcism spell and fought with her soul to escape the vessel of her body. Parts of the shadow extended up the rope to grip the branch.

I could seal it in the tree. I just needed power. But I had no instruments. My gohei was destroyed in the backlash. I had no ofuda prepared. There was only one way to seal it. I took a deep breath. There was nothing left for me. My Ōjo-sama was dead.

And it was my fault.

I looked up at the half-full moon shining through gaps in the pine tree’s branches. “Curse you, Hangetsu! A full turning of the moon! I had responsibilities! Why! Why didn’t you warn me? Look what you caused!”

My fury boiled through me. I reached into the power of my divine blood. I was a miko, descendant of Kanshu-no-Kami, the guardian of my shrine and village. He had wrestled with Yokubō-no-Tako for a thousand years.

I could do the same. I would do the same.

I screamed out, reaching into my soul with all my fury and grief, and threw myself at Mitsuko-hime. I jumped higher than should be possible, propelled by the strength of my divine ancestor. I screamed out the nineteen names of the yokai.

And sealed his spirit into the tree with my soul.

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500 years later…

Chris blinked. The blonde futanari, who had once been a boy only hours ago, groaned as she looked around. She was back in her body, escaped from Mitsuko’s soul. Her dick was still buried in Miyu’s asshole, sharing the space with Yoshiko’s girl-cock. They had fucked Miyu’s ass when she had been possessed by Mitsuko to exorcise the ghost.

And it had worked.

“We’re out!” Chris gasped in relief. “We’re out.”

“She’s gone,” Miyu gasped. “I’m free. I’m free.”

Then the fear hit Chris. She ripped her cock out of the Japanese girl’s asshole and stared at the purple portal. It still glowed against the wall at the T intersection. Her girlfriend was through the portal, taken to another reality by the tentacle monster. “We have to save Lori!”

“Sayuri-chan,” Yoshiko gasped from beneath Miyu. “Did it work? I watched you two make love.”

…It worked, Yoshiko-chan… the futa-ghost answered, delight in her voice. Chris heard it in her thoughts like it came from every direction.

“Then we can save Lori.” Chris’s head whipped around to face the portal. It still lay open, glowing with the purple energy. They were about to go through and rescue Lori from the tentacle demon when ghost-possessed Miyu had attacked them. Delayed them.

“Yes,” Yoshiko nodded.

…Mitsuko-chan and I are prepared to help you…

“Chan,” Yoshiko smiled as she wiggled out from beneath Miyu. The half-Japanese futa was as busty as Chris, her round, blue eyes wide with excitement. “That’s so wonderful. I’m glad you two are happy.”

…Very happy…

“Are you communicating with the ghosts?” gasped Miyu as she rose, cum flooding out of her asshole.

Yoshiko nodded.

Chris rushed to the portal. “Let’s go. Lori’s in there. That thing is fucking her to death.”

Miyu’s eyes widened. “Isthat a portal to Yomi?”

“Yes!” Chris nodded with impatience. “Come on, Miyu, you’re a shrine maiden like Sayuri. We need your help, too.”

“But…” Miyu shivered, her pale body trembling. She was petite, her breasts small, a thick, black bush hiding her pussy. She pushed up her glasses. “We will stand no chance against a yokai in its realm. We must wait for it to appear in our reality.”

“While he fucks Lori to death!” The anger burst out of Chris. She would not let her girlfriend be killed. She pictured Lori’s smiling, vibrant face framed by her fiery hair. “Fuck that! Let’s go.”

“Yes,” Yoshiko nodded.

“This is not wise,” Miyu said. “Hangetsu sent me here to deal with Yokubō-no-Tako, but she didn’t intend me to die.”

Miyu’s wand, with a single chain made of paper diamonds, rose into the air. …I will go with you, Chris-chan. So will Mitsuko…

“Two shrine maidens and one’s a ghost, Miyu,” Yoshiko said, grabbing the discarded ofuda, a folded, rectangular piece of rice paper with Japanese characters painted on with sweeping brush strokes. “We can do this.”

…I understand him… a new voice spoke—Mitsuko. …Miyu-chan, I am so sorry for possessing you. But I spent five hundred years trapped with it. I know its weaknesses…

…And I know its nineteen names…Sayuri added.

“That is…an advantage,” Miyu admitted, taking the ofuda. “And the seal Hangetsu gave me is powerful.”

…Hangetsu sent you?… Sayuri sounded shocked.

“She made a mistake five hundred years ago. She was responsible for Kanshu-no-Kami’s death and the yokai escaping his temple. She’s been searching for it for five hundred years. A month ago, an oracle predicted it would escape in the lands across the sea, by the bay of fog and the mighty trees. So I came, ready to stop it when it escaped and seal it for good.”

“Then let’s do it,” Chris said, impatient.

…The yokai will be strong. We have to weaken it… said Mitsuko.

“How?”

The chain of paper diamonds flared white as it whipped through the air and struck Yoshiko. The busty futanari gasped, stumbling back, her naked tits bouncing before her. They rippled and slapped together, her nipples hard and dusky.

“Sayuri-chan,” she gasped.

“What did you just do to her, yūrei?” demanded Miyu, her eyes wide behind her glasses.

…I imparted my divine essence to her… Sayuri answered. …I am a miko like you, Miyu-chan. I am a descendant of Kanshu-no-Kami, an enemy of the yokai…

The wand lashed out and struck Chris. The white light washed over her. Energy rippled through her body, ending at her nipples, pussy, and aching cock. Her toes curled as she stumbled back, a wave of desire washing through her. She struggled to hold her balance and…

Fell through the portal into darkness.

Chris gasped as she tumbled through a void of nothingness. It pressed in around her. She felt so cold. So lost. She would never find her way out. She would be stuck here forever, trapped between life and death for—

She landed on her ass on a wet rock. Steam rose around her. It was muggy, hot. Water splashed, rippled. Women gasped, moaned. A purple light glowed out of the pool, spilling through the grotto. The monster lay in the center of the water, holding three figures up in the air. Ms. Lindon gasped and moaned, her brown hair flying about her face as tentacles pumped in and out of her asshole and pussy, her juices dripping down to the open mouth of the tentacle monster.

“KAI!” it bellowed. “AMAI KAI! HAMAGURI!”

Chris shuddered. The second figure was Kat, transformed into a futanari by Yoshiko’s girl-dick. A tentacle-pussy pumped up and down her cock while two more tentacles fucked her pussy and asshole. Her face twisted as she screamed out in rapture.

The third figure dangled limp, her eyes fluttering. Pussy juices dripped from her snatch as the tentacles reamed her holes, draining more and more of her life out of her. Chris gained her feet, screaming her girlfriend’s name.

“Lori!”

It echoed through the grotto. Chris clenched her fist, staring at her girlfriend in the tentacle’s monsters clutches. She would save Lori. She wouldn’t let her girlfriend end up like Mariah. The Black girl lay on the edge of the pool, unconscious, her legs stuck to the ground by purple gunk, her naked breasts rising and falling.

She was near death. And Lori would be joining her. The monster would drain the life from all four.

“FUTANARI!”

Water splashed. Tentacles surged out at Chris, the monster hungry for her pussy and cock. It feasted on sexual fluids. With a curse, Chris dove to the ground to dodge the tentacles. Her shoulder ached as she rolled on the ground, the first tentacle spilling past her and…

Slime splashed across her skin.

Pleasure surged through her body. She gained her feet, groaning, fighting the urge to throw herself at the tentacles. She wanted to same pleasure Kat experienced, a pussy-tentacle sliding on her cock, two tentacle-cocks fucking her pussy and asshole. But she would resist. She wouldn’t give in.

“I’ll free you, Lori,” Chris shouted, springing forward and—

Tentacles wrapped about her body. They writhed, covered in the aphrodisiac slime. Lust burned across her flesh as the monster lifted her into the air. Appendages wrapped about her tits, squeezing them, the ends rubbing on her nipples.

“CHICHI!”

“Fuck,” Chris groaned as the tentacle pussy slithered down her cock, enveloping her futa-dick in pulsing, throbbing, writhing pleasure.

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“Oh, no,” Yoshiko gasped as Chris fell through the portal. “We have to go through.”

…Yes!… Mitsuko shouted. …We have to seal the yokai…

…It shall not ruin more lives… Sayuri-chan agreed.

“Let’s go, Miyu,” Yoshiko shouted, racing for the portal. Her big tits bounced. “Help us.”

“This is folly,” Miyu said, but her bare feet slapped across the hallway floor.

Yoshiko threw herself into the portal, leaving behind the hallways of her private college, Redwood Academy, behind. She gasped as she entered the dark void. For an eternity that lasted only heartbeats, she feared she would be trapped and—

She landed on wet stone, stumbling. Before her, Chris moaned, lifted into the air by the tentacle monster, joining Kat, Ms. Lindon, and Lori in writhing with the monster. Yoshiko’s heart clenched as she stared at it.

“FUTANARI!” it bellowed in such glee as its eyes stared at her. Tentacles lunged.

“Oh, no,” Yoshiko gasped.

And then Miyu, stepping through the portal, bumped into Yoshiko. She tripped and fell forward right into the tentacles. Lust flared through her as the writhing appendages wrapped about her body. Sucking ends latched onto her nipples, her breasts squeezed into bulging mounds. She moaned, lifted into the air, her toes curling.

She tried to fight the pleasure. Sayuri had done something to her. Wasn’t it meant to protect her from the lusts? To let her fight the monster? But the pleasure surged through her flesh. Her entire body tingled as the monster lifted her up over its body, its tentacles ramming into her pussy.

“Yes,” she howled as the tentacle-cock fucked in and out of her pussy. Her girl-dick throbbed and bobbed in the air, precum dripping from the tip as the monster fucked her pussy so hard, so fast.

Shivering pleasure shot through her. Her head snapped back. She moaned and gasped, her pussy clenching and squeezing down on the thrusting cock. A second rubbed at her asshole. Burning rapture surged through her as it slammed into her bowels.

Ecstasy washed through her body. Her pussy clenched so hard. Her toes curled and her arms spasmed. Below, white lights flashed as Sayuri and Miyu battled more tentacles reaching for them at the portal. Yoshiko was dimly aware of the wand lashing its chain around, driving back tentacles while Miyu used her piece of paper as a shield.

All Yoshiko cared about was being fucked.

“Lori,” Chris moaned nearby. The gender-swapped futanari grasped Lori’s shoulders. Shaking her. “Oh, Lori, it’s fucking my cock and pussy.”

“Chris…?” Lori’s words were slurred. “Oh, Chris, yes.”

The pair kissed as the tentacles fucked them. Yoshiko quivered in delight as she dangled overhead. The tentacle-cocks reamed in so fast and hard into her pussy. They stimulated her, shooting pleasure through to the tip of her dick.

“ĪE!” bellowed the monster as more light flashed.

Yoshiko’s girl-dick ached and throbbed. She grasped it, stroking it with her hands as fast as she could. The pleasure surged through her. Her pussy and asshole clenched down on the thrusting tentacle-cocks. Her dick throbbed, dripping precum into the monster’s mouth.

Each drop glowed with a opalescent sheen, bemusing Yoshiko for moments.

…It’s working, Miyu-chan… Sayuri called out. …Work around to the right…

“Yes,” Miyu called.

“Oh, Miyu,” Yoshiko moaned. “You have to experience this. It’s the best. Its fucking my asshole and pussy so hard. I’m going to cum!”

“Good,” Miyu moaned. “Cum! You, too, Chris!”

Flashes of white light strobed through the grotto as Yoshiko writhed. The waving tentacles brought her closer to Kat, her bully. The punkish girl writhed and gasped, her breasts jiggling, her mouth open wide.

“No fair,” Yoshiko gasped, her free hand reaching out to grasp the tentacle fucking up and down Kat’s pussy. “I have a cock, too, yokai! Why won’t you fuck mine? Don’t fuck hers! She’s a bitch!”

“I was such a bitch,” moaned Kat, her body quivering. “Yoshiko, you’re here. Oh, yes. That’s awesome!”

“It is,” Yoshiko panted, her orgasm swelling. Her cock throbbed in her stroking hand while her pussy and asshole burned from the wonderful friction of the thrusting tentacle-cocks. The one in her pussy was thicker, stretching her cunt open so wide. It made her body twitch and spasm. “And you’re still a bitch.”

“Sorry,” Kat moaned, squirming. “Oh, god, yes, take my cum. Drink it! It needs all our jizz.”

“Yes!” Yoshiko jerked her cock as fast as she could, her dick aimed at the yawning mouth beneath her. More drops of her opalescent precum rained down. There was a scintillating, mother-of-pearl sheen to the droplets.

“Pretty,” Yoshiko groaned, stroking her dick so hard, the pressure building and building.

Kat’s hands seized Yoshiko’s face and planted her lips on Yoshiko’s. Her blue eyes widened as a new heat surged through her. She moaned into her bully’s mouth, their tongues dancing. Her pussy clenched hard on the thrusting cock. Her asshole writhed about the other.

Brilliant cum spurted from her dick. It glowed with pearly light as it shot straight down to the open mouth of the monster. The rapture burned hot through Yoshiko. She shivered and moaned into Kat’s kiss, her free hand squeezing her bully’s breast. Her body thrashed as the ecstasy boiled through her mind.

Every eruption of her cock shot more and more bliss through her body. She spasmed.

“ĪE!” roared the monster. It writhed, its moans filled with pain. It closed its mouth, Yoshiko’s cum splattering its purple, rubbery flesh.

And smoked.

“Fuck!” Chris moaned nearby. “I’m cumming, Lori!”

“Wonderful!” purred the redhead.

The monster’s roar boomed through the grotto. It ripped its tentacle-pussy off Chris’s dick. Smoke poured from the tentacles-pussy’s fleshy opening, Chris’s cum sizzling the monster. Yoshiko didn’t care what was going on. She was cumming.. She kept kissing Kat harder and harder, their tongues dueling.

Such rapture shot through her.

“Now, Sayuri-san!” shouted Miyu.

…I am a student of the Divine Dance, I am the embodiment of the Sacred Kami. I am the champion of Kanshu-no-Kami, blessed in his name on the day of my birth. My mother before me danced the Kagura to keep you bound, as did her mother and hers. And so shall my daughter! The blood of Kanshu pumps through my veins…

…You cannot stand before me Nightwater!…

As Yoshiko thrashed, white light glowed from empty air. A figure appeared in the middle, outline by the radiance, negative space inside pure white. The figure danced, spinning, chanting in a sonorous tone while the wand whirled around her.

…By Kanshu-no-Kami’s sacred strength, the power of his mighty limbs, the strength of his righteous will, I bind you, Yokubō-no-Tako. I name you Tentacles of the Depths, the Darkness of the Grotto, the Slime of Passion, Nightwater, Dark Foam, Lurker in Dark Waters, Molester of Maidens, Woman Eater, Devourer of Passions, Hunger of the Depths, Bottomfeeder, Clam Devourer, Tentacles of Dark Rapture, Octopus of Darkness! By your nineteen names, I bind you and seal you!…

The monster roared. Yoshiko came again. Her cum splattered on its flesh as she thrashed in rapture. Miyu thrust her ofuda forward, striking the beast in its rubbery face as its tentacles reeled and roiled. Energy flashed through the room. The white light about Sayuri’s ghost flared brighter and brighter. The radiance swallowed Yoshiko.

And…

Warmth engulfed her.

“Yoshiko-chan,” a soft voice whispered.

Gentle hands stroked her. Water splashed.

“Wake up, Yoshiko-chan,” a second voice whispered.

“It’s over. Wake up, please, Yoshiko-chan.”

Her eyes fluttered open. Yoshiko groaned, the two hands sliding up her body, one finding her left breast, giving a squeeze. Two Japanese girls stared down at her, their eyes slanted, their face delicate, like dolls, with dusky-olive skin a few shades lighter than her own. Their breasts were small, nipples hard and dark. One had her black hair piled into looping mounds and held in place by an alabaster comb.

“Mitsuko?” Yoshiko groaned. “Sayuri-chan?”

“Yes,” Sayuri smiled, water dripping off her body. Steam rose around them.

“We’re in the hot springs,” Yoshiko whispered. “Did I fall into your souls?”

Sayuri shook her head. “When the energy of the exorcism shot out, it caught you for a moment. You’re still in Yomi, just a different part of it.”

“I don’t understand…”

“Sayuri-chan wanted to say goodbye to you,” Mitsuko said, her hand squeezing Yoshiko’s breast. “And, my, what large bosoms you have. Is that from your gaijin blood, Yoshiko-chan?”
“Yes.” Yoshiko shivered. “Goodbye?”

Tears burned in Sayuri-chan’s eyes. “I’m afraid so.”

She leaned down and kissed Yoshiko on the lips. Confused, she sighed into the kiss, loving the feel of Sayuri’s lips on hers. Her hand reached out, bushing through the water to find the ghost’s body. She brushed a sleek thigh, stroking it.

Then Mitsuko leaned down and engulfed Yoshiko’s hard nipple.

She shivered and moaned into Sayuri’s kiss, her nipple throbbing in Mitsuko’s mouth. Both their delicious hands stroked down her stomach and plunged beneath the waters. They grasped Yoshiko’s hardening girl-cock.

Delight rippled through her body as both girls stroked her dick. Their hands were wrapped about her shaft, one above the other, and stroked her slowly. Her crown throbbed every time they reached the pinnacle.

Oh, this is wonderful.

Mitsuko swirled her tongue about Yoshiko’s nipple between hard sucks. Every time the princess did, tingles raced down to Yoshiko’s pussy. Her snatch clenched as her thighs rubbed together, a growing ache building and building in her.

And then the ghosts’ others hands, the ones not occupied by stroking her dick, lifted her ass until she floated on the surface of the water. It didn’t feel like normal floating where she could sink down at any moment, but like the water supported her. It was impossible, but this wasn’t the real world.

It’s a dream. Their dream.

Sayuri broke the kiss. “Mitsuko, want to suck your first cock?”

“I think I have,” the princess’s ghost said, her eyes growing faint, distant. “When…”

“That doesn’t count. You weren’t yourself.” Sayuri’s hand, which turned out to be the one at the bottom, shook Yoshiko’s cock. “Come on, let’s suck her cock. I can attest that Yoshiko-chan’s cock is wonderful.”

“Oh, you were so naughty today,” Mitsuko grinned.

“I was. My deepest apologies for not sharing my fun with you.” Sayuri inclined her head, her long, black strands of silky hair spreading across the water. “I offer you the first taste of Yoshiko-chan’s delightful cock.”

“Mmm, yum,” Mitsuko purred.

The two spirits slid down her body. Yoshiko trembled, their hands caressing her side as she floated impossibly. She closed her eyes, enjoying the steam around her, their hands on her. Their tongues licking at her cock.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned, shivering as both ghosts’ tongues climbed her cock.

They went slowly, dragging their tongues, savoring her cock. They rose higher and higher on Yoshiko’s long shaft. And then they both reached her spongy crown at the same moment. A shiver raced through her body as their tongues swirled around her tip.

And met at its peak.

The ghosts kissed around her cock’s crown. Sayuri cupped Mitsuko’s cheeks with her hands, both their eyes closed as their lips worked together and against the tip of Yoshiko’s cock. Pleasure spasmed down her shaft and through her body.

Tears burned in Yoshiko’s eyes. It was so beautiful. For five hundred years, they had been separated, kept apart by the terrible monster. Poor Mitsuko was even driven mad. But it was over. They had each other.

“Thank you,” Yoshiko whispered.

Sayuri broke the kiss. “For what?”

“For including me in your love.”

Color darkened Sayuri’s cheeks while her smile grew pleased. “Thank you for helping me save her, Yoshiko-chan. You shall have my eternal thanks and friendship.”

“Thank you,” breathed the princess, her hand still gripping Yoshiko’s shaft. Then she slid it up, squeezing hard. A bubble of precum appeared at the tip. The princess licked it. “Mmm, accept our thanks.”

“Yes,” Yoshiko groaned as the princess licked again.

Sayuri’s tongue joined Mitsuko, the pair lapping at the precum bubbling out of Yoshiko’s futa-dick. The busty girl shuddered, her tits jiggling above the water. Her toes curled. Pleasure shot through her as the ghosts licked and nuzzled at her cock.

Then Mitsuko engulfed the crown, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked.

“That’s it,” purred Sayuri. “It’s like sucking a very fat nipple. Put all your effort into it. And don’t forget to run your tongue around the crown.”

“She’s hasn’t,” gasped Yoshiko, shivering as the princess’s tongue swirled around her tip. “Oh, Mitsuko-hime, that’s amazing.”

The princess smiled around Yoshiko’s cock, her mouth bobbing lower and lower, taking more of it. Her hand stroked the base. The busty futanari groaned, hands grasping her own tits. She squeezed her pillowy mounds as the pressure swelled in the depths of her pussy.

Sayuri’s head vanished beneath the water. She moved then resurfaced, pushing Yoshiko’s legs apart, exposing her pussy. The futa-ghost licked and nuzzled at Yoshiko’s pussy, sliding her tongue through her hot folds, shooting pleasure through her body.

Water splashed as Yoshiko writhed. Her ass clenched and her toes curled. Mitsuko sucked so hard, and Sayuri licked so fervently. Her back arched as the two ghosts loved her pussy and cock. Mitsuko’s head bobbed, moaning as she enjoyed giving her first blowjob.

And Sayuri loved devouring Yoshiko’s pussy.

“Oh, that’s so good,” Yoshiko purred, the pleasure building in her. “Oh, just what I needed. Mmm, yes. Oh, lick me. Devour me. Make me explode.”

“Uh-huh,” Sayuri moaned. “Oh, you taste so good, Yoshiko-chan. Cum in Mitsuko’s mouth. Let her have her first taste of girl-cum.”

“It’s wonderful!” groaned Yoshiko, her pussy clenching while Sayuri’s tongue probed deep. “Oh, my god, yes. I’m going to cum so hard.”

The pressure built in the depths of her pussy. It surged, looking for a weakness to explode through. It found her cock, pressing up the shaft towards her tip. Sayuri licked faster, each swipe expanding the pressure while Mitsuko’s sucks brought her closer and closer to erupting.

Sayuri’s tongue fluttered through her folds. Yoshiko groaned, eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure built and built. Mitsuko twisted her head, moving the sensitive tip of Yoshiko’s girl-cock around the inside of her mouth. The sensation shot down her cock, joining the bliss churned by Sayuri’s tongue.

“Yes!”

Yoshiko exploded.

Her cum surged up her cock and erupted into Mitsuko’s mouth. The princess gasped in shock, slanted eyes widening as the first blast of girl-jizz splattered against the back of her throat and swirled through her mouth. Yoshiko’s pussy clenched with each eruption, squeezing down on Sayuri’s probing tongue. The pleasure surged so hard through her.

She thrashed, rapture flooding from her pussy and shooting from her cock. She groaned with each eruption. Her fingers clenched hard on her tits as she thrashed, floating on the water. Her ass clenched, hips bucking, driving her cumming cock to the back of Mitsuko’s mouth.

“Yes, yes, yes, you wonderful ghosts! I love it! Oh, Sayuri-chan! Mitsuko-hime! Wonderful!”

The final heave shuddered through her body. Her cock spurted the last time. Her pussy’s spasms died. She groaned, relaxing into the hot water, arms falling down at her side. Mitsuko pulled her mouth off Yoshiko’s dick, seized Sayuri’s face. The pair kissed, sharing cum and pussy juices, their tongues dancing as Yoshiko drifted on rapture.

“Wonderful,” Mitsuko moaned, breaking the kiss. “Oh, I can’t wait to suck your cock, Sayuri.”
“Mmm, I can’t wait either.”

“But we need to give her a final gift,” Mitsuko said, stroking Yoshiko’s still hard dick. “A taste of royal pussy.”

“I’ve already had a taste,” Yoshiko groaned, remembering when she fell into Sayuri’s soul and fucked the memory of Mitsuko. I even took your cherry once.

Mitsuko blinked at that. “Was that when I was mad?”

“Too long to explain,” Yoshiko groaned. “But, yes, I would love to experience your royal pussy.”
Mitsuko rose out of the water like she was on an elevator. She stood on the surface of the steaming hot spring, then lowered herself, straddling Yoshiko’s waist. The futanari groaned as Sayuri raised her dick and brought it to the princess’s pussy.

“Enjoy, Yoshiko-chan,” Sayuri said, guiding Yoshiko to Mitsuko’s pussy.

“I will,” Yoshiko groaned as the hot, tight pussy slid down her shaft. Her eyes widened at the pleasure engulfing her dick. It was intense, surrounding her. It made her shiver and squirm. Her girl-cock throbbed as more and more of the princess’s snatch swallowed her cock.

Until Mitsuko, shuddering in delight, bottomed out. She ran her hands up to her small breasts, cupping them as she groaned her delight. She shifted, sliding the futanari’s cock around in her pussy. A smile grew on her lips.

“Oh, that is as wonderful as your cock, Sayuri.”

“I’m glad she is satisfying you,” Sayuri purred. She hugged Mitsuko from behind, hands reaching around, caressing the princess’s stomach.

At the same moment, Sayuri’s futa-cock pressed at Yoshiko’s pussy. She groaned again, this time caused by her pussy being filled with hot cock. Her dick throbbed in Mitsuko’s pussy as more and more of the futa-ghost’s shaft slid into her depths.

“Yes,” Yoshiko groaned when Sayuri bottomed out in her pussy. “Oh, this will be wonderful!”

“Yes!” agreed Sayuri. “You are just so wonderful, Sayuri. Her pussy feels as amazing as yours, Mitsuko.”

“Good,” Mitsuko groaned. “Enjoy her, my love. I know I shall.”

Sayuri, grinning over Mitsuko’s shoulders, drew back her cock and slammed it. As she did, Mitsuko rose up Yoshiko’s girl-dick and then slid back down it. Pleasure raced through the busty futanari. Her cock and pussy both burning with friction as the two sexy ghosts enjoyed her body.

Her big breasts bounced and jiggled as she was rode and fucked. Her cock throbbed in Mitsuko’s pussy and her cunt clenched on Sayuri’s thrusting dick. The pleasure roared through her on the heels of her last orgasms.

“I am so lucky!” Yoshiko moaned. “Thank you, Sayuri, for haunting me!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Mitsuko moaned in agreement, riding Yoshiko faster and faster. Her hands squeezed her small tits. A moment later, Sayuri’s hands joined Mitsuko’s. Both ghosts groped the princess’s breasts, pinching her nipples.

Which caused her pussy to clench harder on Yoshiko’s dick.

Water splashed as Yoshiko trembled. Sayuri slammed her girl-cock deep into the busty futanari’s pussy. Hot friction burned in her sheath, shooting rapture up to the tip of her cock buried in wet cunt. The princess twisted her hips, undulating, stirring Yoshiko’s girl-dick through rapture. Bliss shot down her cock to her pussy.

The two sensations ran back and forth between her pussy and cock. And when they passed, sparks burst in the depths of her body. Yoshiko groaned, the pleasure building and building as the two sexy ghosts enjoyed her body. They fucked her hard, fast, ramming their cocks over and over into her depths. It was amazing.

Stupendous.

She didn’t want it to stop. She didn’t want them to ever finish fucking her. She wanted this delight to continue forever and ever. She always wanted rapture shooting through her. She wanted to writhe in their paradise with these two wonderful spirits.

But what about Chris and Lori? She thought about her two best friends, one changed so much. She was so close to them both. She was their lover now. And there were others. Ms. Lindon, her lesbian teacher that she had a crush on, and even Kat. The bully who had tormented Yoshiko because she was afraid of her attraction, her love. What a stupid cunt. We could have had so much fun if she was just honest.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Yoshiko groaned, pushing aside thoughts of her friends. For now, she would live in the moment, enjoy the ghosts for as long as she could. “You’re both so amazing.”

“And your cock!” Mitsuko groaned. “Oh, yes. It’s stirring my cauldron to a boiling froth. Do you feel it? How hot I am?”

“You’re burning up,” I groaned, squirming, my pussy clenching so hard on Sayuri’s pounding cock.

“And so is your pussy, Yoshiko-chan,” panted Sayuri. “Oh, my girl-dick wants to erupt.”

“Yes, yes, season her cauldron with your salty seed,” panted Mitsuko, undulating her body, her head twisting back.

The two ghosts kissed over Mitsuko’s shoulder. The princess slammed down Yoshiko’s cock. She moaned into the kiss, her pussy spasming. Cumming. The busty futanari gasped in delight, her cock massaged by writhing cunt.

Sayuri hammered faster while Mitsuko sank down Yoshiko’s shaft. The princess convulsed, her orgasm burning hot through her while her pussy milked Yoshiko’s girl-dick. She was eager for her own cauldron to be basted.

And then hot cum spurted into Yoshiko’s pussy. Sayuri slammed her dick into Yoshiko’s depths, unloading blast after blast of yummy jizz. The heat washed through Yoshiko. Her pussy clenched so hard on the erupting cock, her dick aching in Mitsuko’s spasming pussy.

“You are so wonderful!” Yoshiko came as she orgasmed.

Powerful ecstasy surged through her body. It slammed into her mind. Stars burst across her vision. Darkness fuzzed her sight to pinpricks as she thrashed in the water. Rapture burned through her—gifts from the two ghost.

Her pussy milked Sayuri’s cock of all its cum. Her dick erupted into Mitsuko’s pussy, flooding her cauldron with salty girl-jizz. Pleasure surged through her. She held it as the two ghosts moaned their delight. The pleasure rippled over and over through her. She drifted, darkness swallowing her up.

And then she felt two lips kiss at her face. “Goodbye, Yoshiko-chan,” whispered Sayuri.

“Thank you so much,” Mitsuko added. “You are wonderful, Yoshiko-chan.”

“We will think of you.”

“I won’t forget you!” Yoshiko said, grief tinging her pleasure.

“I hope your life is long and happy, Yoshiko-chan,” Sayuri said, her voice so faint.

And then Yoshiko’s eyes opened. She burned with lust. Slime covered her flesh. She lay in a tangle of bodies on the hallway floor of her college. Lori, Chris, Ms. Lindon, Kat, Miyu, and Mariah sprawled around her, all covered in the yokai’s aphrodisiac slime.

Tears fell down Yoshiko’s cheeks. She knew Sayuri and Mitsuko were gone, their souls happy in their own private heaven.

And then the lust consumed her and her lips found her best friend. She kissed Lori hard, red hair falling about her face.

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Lori shivered, lusts surging through her. She didn’t know what was going on. She didn’t care. She was sandwiched between the two people she cared about most, their slippery bodies sliding against hers. Chris was behind Lori, the blonde’s large breasts pressing into her back. Chris was still a girl. Still a futa.

A huge cock prodded Lori’s ass.

Yoshiko kissed Lori hard, their tits pressed together, Lori’s small compared to Yoshiko’s big breasts. The half-Japanese futanari’s cock rubbed at Lori’s stomach, making her pussy clench and tingle in delight.

She hardly missed having a girl-cock. But she was glad Chris and Yoshiko had theirs.

“You’re alive,” Chris groaned, nuzzling at Lori’s neck. “You’re alive. We saved you.”

Lori broke the kiss. “Yes, yes, yes, you came for me, Chris.”

“I came, too,” Yoshiko groaned. “And Sayuri-chan helped. She enchanted us.”

“Burned the bastard,” Chris groaned, her hands sliding around, finding Lori’s breasts. “Oh, Lori, you’re safe.”

“Safe,” Lori moaned, twisting her head. “Love you,” she purred before she kissed her futanari girlfriend over the shoulder.

Their tongues danced. Her body squirmed, rubbing her ass against Chris’s cock, savoring the blonde’s hard nipples in her back. Chris’s dick slipped between her butt-cheeks. Groaning, the blonde fucked her hips, sliding her girl-cock up and down through Lori’s crack.

Mmm, she’s so horny. Love it.

Yoshiko nibbled on Lori’s neck and ear. She purred in delight as her tongue sent ripples through Lori’s body. The redhead’s nipples throbbed and her pussy clenched. She squirmed, aching to be filled again. By something better than a tentacle-cock.

Her hands stroked down Yoshiko’s body, reaching for her girl-dick. She grasped it, stroking it, and sliding it lower. Her butt-cheeks clenched on Chris’s thrusting cock as she pressed Yoshiko’s futa-dick against the folds of her pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Yoshiko moaned. “Oh, Lori, I love your pussy.”

Chris broke the kiss. “Fuck her,” she groaned. “Let’s fuck her together. I know Lori will love it.”

“Oh, Chris,” Lori shuddered. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too,” she answered, her blue eyes shining. She squeezed Lori’s breasts. “I was so scared when it took you.”

“But you came for me. My heroine.” Lori kissed Chris again as Yoshiko’s cock slammed into her pussy.

“I came, too,” moaned Yoshiko, her voice throaty with pleasure as her girl-dick buried into Lori’s snatch.

Lori broke the kiss, moaning, “Yes, you did. You’re such a great best friend, Yoshiko.”

Lori kissed Yoshiko, her pussy clenching down on the busty futanari’s thrusting cock. Behind Lori, Chris shifted her hips, drawing them back. Her girl-dick slid through Lori’s butt-crack until the tip prodded at her asshole.

She groaned into Yoshiko’s lips as Chris’s cock rammed into her asshole, precum and the tentacle monster’s aphrodisiac slime lubing the way.

Yes! burst through Lori’s thoughts. Both of them in me. This is wonderful.

Her asshole and pussy clenched on both thrusting cocks. She lay sandwiched between them. She writhed and groaned, twitching and undulating as their thick cocks fucked in and out of her pussy. Her eyes rolled back into her head as the pleasure burned so hot through her body. She trembled, nipples aching.

Pleasure growing.

She kissed Yoshiko so hard as they pounded her. Lori writhed her hips, working her holes up and down both their cocks. The two futas fucked her hard, their dicks slamming in and out of her holes at different rhythms. Sometimes, they thrust in together. At other times one pumped her cock in as the other drew it out.

Lori didn’t care. She just loved the pleasure. It burned hot through her. The friction bringing her closer and closer to her orgasm. She moaned into Yoshiko’s kiss, their tongues dueling. Chris’s fingers pinched and rolled her nipples, adding more and more pleasure to the rapture burning through her.

“Yes, yes, yes,” groaned Chris. “Oh, I love fucking your asshole. And I can feel Yoshiko through you. God, this is hot.”

Lori shuddered, clenching down with both her holes.

Around them, the others fucked, two. Mariah moaned; the Black girl fucked hard by Kat. Ms. Lindon was on her hands and knees, her breasts swaying as Miyu pounded the teacher hard from behind, savoring the exchange student’s girl-cock.

Lori broke the kiss, moaning, “Oh, my god, this is too much! Two futanari cocks in me! I’m going to explode. This is amazing!”

“Yes,” Yoshiko gasped. “Chris, let’s flood her. Let’s give your girlfriend all the girl-jizz she wants.”

“And I want sooooo much,” Lori moaned, the friction bringing her closer and closer to erupting.

“Yes,” grunted Chris, her hips thrusting faster and faster. The blonde reamed deep into Lori’s asshole. Her bowels burned, the heat rushing to her pussy.

Which ached from Yoshiko’s hard thrusts.

Lori trembled, her face twisting with pleasure. And then she exploded. Her pussy and asshole writhed about her lover’s thrusting cocks. She groaned and spasmed. Her eyes rolled back into her head. She groaned through her clenched teeth. The pleasure shot through her. It burned so wonderfully through her body.

She loved it. She never wanted it to end. She wanted to hold onto this rapture for as long as she could. It was stupendous. Amazing. Powerful.

Her body twitched and spasmed. Her holes massaged their cocks. “Yes, yes, yes,” exploded from her lips. “Keep fucking me!”

“Keep cumming,” Chris moaned. “Your ass… Damn, Lori!”

“Her pussy’s amazing,” Yoshiko panted, her blue eyes wide with joy.

Their dicks pumped and thrust. The friction kept her cumming, gasping. The pleasure rushed over and over through her. Her eyes rolled back into her head. She screamed out in rapture. Stars burst before her eyes.

“Cum in me!” she howled, her orgasm carrying to higher and higher heights.

“Yes,” Chris grunted. “Lori!”

“So good!” panted Yoshiko.

The two futanari thrust their dicks into Lori’s depths and exploded. Hot cum spurted into her holes. Her pussy and asshole bathed in girl-spunk. Lori thrashed and moaned. Her spasming cunt and bowels milked their cocks. She savored every drop flooding into her body, heaving between her girlfriend and best friend.

“I’m so lucky to have you!” she screamed as her pleasure peaked, tears of joys burning her eyes.

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Chris came hard into her girlfriend’s asshole. The cum boiled out of her futa-cock. She shivered, loving it, holding Lori tight. She felt Yoshiko’s dick throbbing through the membranes of flesh separating them. They had both flooded Lori’s holes.

And the redhead loved it.

“Goddamn, that was good,” Chris groaned, her dick still hard. She still had to fuck. She pulled her cock out of Lori’s asshole and rolled onto her back. Her large tits bounced and heaved as she struggled to catch her breath.

The other group fucking and writing broke apart. Mariah scrambled across her hands and knees, her ebony skin painted with Miyu’s or Kat’s girl-jizz. The African-American girl reached Chris, her eyes cloudy with lusts.

“Hi, I’m Mariah,” she moaned. “Oh, god, there’s another one of you futanari.”

“Yeah, I know you,” Chris groaned. “It’s me, Chris.”

Mariah blinked as she grabbed the futanari’s cock. She cocked her head. “Holy shit, Chris, you’re a girl! Or a futa-girl or whatever. What happened to you?”

“It’s been a crazy day.”

Mariah nodded her head, a naughty grin on her lips. Then she leaned down and licked at Chris’s cock, tasting Lori’s asshole. Chris groaned as her art partner’s tongue climbed higher and higher up her shaft until she reached the pink, throbbing tip. She swirled around it.

“Ooh, ass. That’s so nasty but I love it.” Mariah’s dark eyes flicked up to Chris, twinkling, then she swallowed the tip of the blonde futanari’s dick.

“Oh, fuck, Mariah!” Pleasure shot down Chris’s shaft as the Black girl sucked hard, cleaning Lori’s ass from the tip. “That’s good. Oh, damn.”

Lori knelt next to Chris. “You naughty slut. I knew it! You wanted to get Mariah’s mouth on your dick! That’s why she was your art project partner!”

“What?” Chris gasped, twinges of panic crashing into her lust. “No, no.”

Lori’s flushed face broke into a grin. “Just fucking with you. I know you weren’t. You love me.”

“I do.”

“And I have a pussy full of cum,” she purred.

Chris licked her mouth, all the invitation her redheaded girlfriend needed. Lori through her thigh over Chris’s head, turned, and straddled him. A large glob of Yoshiko’s girl-jizz fell out of Lori’s pussy, splattering on Chris’s lips. She licked them, savoring the salty flavor as her girlfriend lowered her cum-filled muff to his hungry mouth. More jizz ran down her taint from between her butt-cheeks.

I get to eat my cum mixed with Yoshiko’s, thought Chris as Lori’s pussy sealed on her mouth.

“Suck my girlfriend’s cock, skank,” Lori moaned, squirming on Chris’s lips. “Make her cum! She came to rescue me! She’s awesome!”

Chris’s heart thudded so hard as her tongue flailed through Lori’s snatch, gathering as much of Yoshiko and her own salty cum as possible. It mixed with Lori’s tart pussy juices. The three flavors mixed in her mouth, wonderfully naughty. Her pussy clenched as her dick throbbed in Mariah’s mouth.

The Black girl took Lori’s words to heart, bobbing, sucking, swirling her tongue, giving Chris’s dick as much pleasure as she could. The blonde moaned into her girlfriend’s snatch, licking harder. Her hands roamed Lori’s body, sliding up her stomach to grasp her round breasts, squeezing them.

And then a new person joined the fun. Silky hair brushed Chris’s thighs. A moment later, a hot tongue and nuzzling lips pressed at her pussy. Pleasure shivered through her body as a tongue lapped at her cunt. Mariah sucked harder at her cock.

Chris moaned into her girlfriend’s pussy, wondering who licked her own cunt.

“Oh, Miyu, you’re snacking on my girlfriend’s snatch,” Lori moaned, grinding on Chris’s face.

“She taste so good,” Miyu moaned in her lovely, Japanese accent.

Then her tongue dived back into Chris’s pussy. The blonde futa groaned, squirming, savoring the pleasure shooting from her dick and pussy while devouring Lori’s cunt. Chris shoved her tongue in deep, swirling around, gathering every drop of Yoshiko’s cum she could. The pleasure built fast in her body, her ovaries boiling with jizz.

Her hips bucked. She moaned, unable to withstand the double-assault. Her eyes squeezed closed, her hands clenched on Lori’s soft breasts. Her pussy spasmed. Her dick erupted. Cum flooded Mariah’s hungry mouth while pussy juices gushed into Miyu’s.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Chris moaned into Lori’s snatch.

“You made her cum!” Lori moaned, grinding and squirming on Chris’s face. “That’s so hot. Oh, yes! Drink her cum and pussy juices. Give my futa-girlfriend all the pleasure you can! This is so hot!”

Chris agreed, trembling as the pleasure rippled through her body. Miyu’s tongue danced across her folds while Mariah gulped down every last drop of her futa-cum. Then the Black girl popped her mouth off, gasping for breath.

“So good! I’ve wanted to fuck Chris for so long. And now her dick is huge.”

“I knew it,” squealed Lori. “Fuck my girlfriend’s cock. It’s your chance, Mariah. I’m so horny right now, I don’t care.”

“Yes,” Chris groaned as the Black girl moved.

Her dick throbbed as it was brought to Mariah’s pussy. Chris groaned into Lori’s snatch as Black cunt engulfed her White girl-dick. Mariah was tight and hot. Her pussy sank down Chris’s cock, friction burning so hot.

“I need to get a piece,” moaned Miyu, lifting her face. “I have to fuck your pussy again, Chris.”

“Do it,” moaned Lori. “It was so hot watching the video of you fucking Chris.”

“Video?” Miyu groaned. “What?”

“I’ll show you later,” panted Lori. “Fuck my girlfriend. Pound her!”

Chris only groaned, her girl-dick massaged by Mariah’s pussy sliding up and down her girth. And then Miyu’s thick futa-cock pressed on her folds. Chris gasped, her back arching as a hard shaft thrust into her cunt, spreading her open.

Still tingling from her last orgasm, Chris thrashed, pleasure racing through her body. She licked and tongued Lori’s pussy hard and fast. Her hands massaged her girlfriend’s tits as she tongue through her folds. She drank down tart pussy juices and her own cum leaking out of Lori’s asshole.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Lori moaned. “Fuck my girlfriend. Oh, this is so hot, Chris. Watching other girls pleasuring you. Giving them a taste of what I’ll get all the time. Mmm, will you let me choose them? The sluts you get to fuck?”

“Yes,” Chris panted, willing to say anything right now. She felt so good, pleasure coursing through her body. Mariah’s pussy slid faster and faster up and down her cock while Miyu’s dick rammed so hard into her cunt, pounding the blonde futanari.

Lori’s hands grabbed Chris’s tits, squeezing them as she squirmed and bucked. Her moans grew louder and louder as Chris sucked on her clit. Then she let out a loud shout. Her body spasmed. Tart pussy flooded Chris’s mouth.

Chris made Lori cum. She loved doing that.

The pleasure surged through her body. Her cock erupted into Mariah’s cunt, flooding her with blast after blast of her futa-seed. Her pussy massaged Miyu’s wonderful girth, spasming about it, milking the cock, eager for so much cum to dump into her body.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Mariah gasp. “Cum in me, Chris! Oh, yes, flood me. So hot!”

“It is,” panted Miyu. “Her pussy is spasming on my dick. Chris-chan! Yes!”

Chris shivered as Miyu’s cum flooded her spasming pussy. She loved this. She had Lori back. The monster was gone, and no homicidal ghost was out to kill her. Yes, she was stuck in a girl’s body. But at least she had a huge cock.

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“Ms. Lindon,” Yoshiko moaned as Lori pulled away. Yoshiko’s dick was still hard, dripping with her friend’s pussy. She spotted Ms. Lindon sliding off Miyu’s cock. Yoshiko had such a crush on her sultry and graceful teacher. Ms. Lindon was so mature and refined. “Ever since I got my cock this afternoon, I’ve want to fuck your pussy. And I’ve wanted to eat it for even longer.”

“Oh, I’ve seen you looking at me,” the teacher purred. “I was waiting for the right time to seduce you.”

“It’s right now,” Yoshiko pured.

“No, I get to fuck her pussy,” Kat shouted, her dick wet with Mariah’s cunt. “She’s fucked me so many times. It’s my turn to screw her.”

“Oh, no,” Ms. Lindon purred. “Two sexy girls with cocks fighting over me. Mmm, I’m such a wicked teacher. Which one should I choose?”

“Mine,” Yoshiko gasped, rolling on to her knees and glaring at Kat. “Why do you ruin everything?”

“You can have your poke after mine,” the bully said, grabbing Ms. Lindon. Kat was naked save for the spiked collar about her neck, keeping her looking tough and punkish despite how feminine her body was.

Yoshiko gasped as Kat kissed Ms. Lindon hard and pushed her down on the ground, mounting the teacher. Ms. Lindon didn’t fight it, her thighs locking around Kat’s waist. The bully brought her girl-cock to the teacher’s pussy.

“No!” Yoshiko shouted.

She dashed across the space and knocked into the pair. Kat and Ms. Lindon rolled over. The teacher groaned as she came to rest on top of the bully, her pussy impaled onto Kat’s hard dick. Yoshiko groaned, staring at the teacher’s pussy, adorned by a trimmed bush, wrapped about Kat’s girl-cock.

“That was my pussy!” Yoshiko groaned.

“Mine now,” Kat gasped. “Thanks. I’m going to love having Ms. Lindon ride me.”

“Oh, yes,” groaned the teacher, her ass clenching. “Oh, Kat’s dick feels amazing in me.”

Yoshiko let out a screech of frustration. She would enjoy that pussy, too. She threw herself at the pair, draping her large breasts over Ms. Lindon’s back. She pressed her cock against Kat’s, nudging at the teacher’s folds.

The teacher let out a long, low moan as Yoshiko’s dick invaded the cock-stuffed cunt. Ms. Lindon shivered, clenching down, forcing Yoshiko’s girl-dick against Kat’s. Both futanari let out wanton moans as Yoshiko drove her dick deeper and deeper into her beautiful teacher’s pussy.

Hugging Ms. Lindon from behind, Yoshiko gazed over her shoulder down at Kat. “Now I get to enjoy her pussy, too.”

“Yes,” Kat groaned, a huge smile on her lips. “Oh, yes, your cock is pressed so tight against mine. I love it, Yoshiko. We’re sharing her pussy! Let’s fuck her together.”

Yoshiko frowned. She’s not supposed to be happy. She’s supposed to be angry. Yoshiko’s blue eyes widened as Kat pumped her hips, sliding her cock in and out of Ms. Lindon’s pussy and along Yoshiko’s dick. Pleasure shivered through the half-Japanese futanari.

She moaned, “Yes, let’s fuck her together.”

Yoshiko’s hips joined Kat’s, the pair pumping their cocks into Ms. Lindon’s double-stuffed pussy. The teacher moaned and gasped, squirming, writhing between them. She sounded like she was in heaven, so much rapture filling her she couldn’t speak coherently.

“Two cocks… Yes… So… Oh, wow… Both… Yes… Gonna… Oh, wow… Yes… Both dicks… So good… So… Oh, fuck…”

Yoshiko stared into Kat’s eyes as they double-teamed the teacher, their dicks pumping faster and faster, sliding through the teacher’s juicy cunt, full of Miyu’s girl-spunk. Yoshiko’s nipples throbbed as they rubbed on her teacher’s back, the pleasure building and building as she pumped faster and faster.

Her pussy clenched with every stroke. The pressure was intense. The friction building and building as she thrust harder and harder into the teacher’s pussy. And rubbed against Kat’s cock. It was so intimate to share the same pussy, to be in the same woman at the same time. Even more intimate than fucking Lori’s pussy while Chris fucked the redhead’s bowels.

This was intense. Their cocks throbbed together, ached. They slid past each other, lubed by their precum, Miyu’s jizz, and Ms. Lindon’s cream. Kat’s face twisted with pleasure as she stared up at Yoshiko with such burning intensity.

You were such a bitch to me because you didn’t know how else to act. You were scared of being a lesbian and took it out on me because you were attracted to me. “God, you are so immature, Kat.”

“Uh-huh,” she groaned. “Oh, Yoshiko, this is so hot. Oh, yes. I…I love it. I love sharing this pussy with you.”

Yoshiko trembled. She bit her lip, thrusting harder and harder. Her pussy clenched, the pressure building in her depths. “I want to cum in her. With you. Let’s flood her at the same time.”

“Fuck, yeah!” Kat grinned, thrusting harder. “Mmm, your cock feels as good as her pussy.”

“So good…” gasped Ms. Lindon. “I…”

The teacher’s pussy exploded with heat, writhing hard against both the futas’ thrusting cocks. She massaged them together. Yoshiko groaned, trembling, holding onto the teacher as Ms. Lindon’s pussy spasmed about her dick, pressing her tight against Kat’s.

Both futas both groaned, fucking their cumming teacher harder and harder. Yoshiko’s nipples throbbed on Ms. Lindon’s back as she stared into Kat’s eyes. Yoshiko shivered. She was so close to erupting. Kat nodded at Yoshiko, on the verge of erupting, too.

“Kat!” Yoshiko moaned, driving her dick into Ms. Lindon’s cunt.

“Yoshiko!” Kat panted. “Yes, yes, yes!”

Their dicks throbbed together. Their cum boiled into the same pussy. The pleasure shot through Yoshiko, a powerful rush slamming into her mind, assaulting her with bliss. She groaned, swaying, so dizzy from the lusts attacking her. It was the best. It was rapture. She didn’t want it to end. She wanted to hold onto this moment.

Their jizz filled their teacher. It sloshed so hot around their two girl-cocks. Yoshiko groaned with each blast. Exhilaration shot through her. We won! We saved Lori, and the two ghosts are together, happy in their afterlife. I won’t ever get to see Sayuri again, but I know she’s at peace.

And I am grateful for what Sayuri did to me. I love being a futanari. “Thank you for haunting me!”

“Fuck,” Kat groaned. “We have to do that to her all the time.”

“Yes,” mewled Ms. Lindon.

Kat grabbed Yoshiko’s hand, her fingers delicate as they stroked the half-Japanese Futanari. “Yes, all the time,” Yoshiko nodded. A surge of warmth shooting through her. Am I really thinking about doing this? “ And maybe…me and you…?”

Kat nodded her head quickly.

Yoshiko smiled.

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“Lick my pussy clean,” moaned Ms. Lindon as Lori lapped two futas’ worth of cum out of the teacher’s pussy. “Oh, my god, they stretched me apart.”

“I’ll say,” Lori said. Yoshiko and Kat were sucking on each other’s cocks now, humping each other. It was so strange to see Yoshiko and her bully acting friendly to each other. They were even having fun. This is a fucked up day.

Lori shivered as Chris’s dick slid into her pussy from behind. The redhead wiggled her hips, savoring her futanari girlfriend’s huge cock spreading open her pussy. She clenched down on the thick girth, tonguing through Ms. Lindon’s pussy and…

“What the fuck!” Lori asked, her head shooting up. “Why aren’t I a futa? Yoshiko and Chris both fuck me.”

“Huh?” Chris groaned. “Oh, shit. And neither is Mariah or Ms. Lindon, they’ve both been fucked, too.”

“Why would a futa fucking someone make them also into a futanari?” asked Miyu, her hips pumping away as she rammed her girl-dick into Mariah’s sloppy, Black pussy. Chris’s cum ran white down the African American’s ebony thighs as she knelt on her hands and knees.

“Well, that’s how I became a futa,” Lori moaned, her pussy clenching on Chris’s dick. “And then I fucked Chris, and she became a futa.”

“But when Miyu fucked me, I didn’t become one,” Chris groaned. She glanced at Lori. “Only yours made me one.”

“And Yoshiko made Kat one,” Lori added. “What the fuck, Miyu? I mean, I don’t need to be one. I like being just a girl, but, still.”

“It must have been Sayuri,” groaned Miyu, her small ass clenching as she thrust into Mariah’s pussy. “She was a yūrei, and they can have weird effects. She was making anyone fucked by her, or a futanari made by her, into one. I imagine if she didn’t move on, it would have spread and spread.”

“Like a virus of futas?” groaned Ms. Lindon. “Fascinating. This has been a wild day.”

“Oh, yes,” Mariah panted. “When we’re done, someone needs to explain all this shit to me.”

“Gladly,” Miyu groaned, thrusting harder and harder. “Oh, a Black girl. Always wanted to fuck a Black girl.”

Lori giggled then lowered her face back to Ms. Lindon’s pussy. She lapped through the cum-filled pussy. Things were going to be so different now. Chris would be a girl with a huge cock, which would be a shock to everyone, and Yoshiko and Kat were both futanari.

She had no idea what the fallout would be. And right not, she didn’t care. She had her girlfriend’s big, throbbing dick buried in her pussy and another cunt full of futa-cum to devour. Yoshiko and Kat’s combined spunk flooded out of Ms. Lindon’s pussy.

And Lori lapped it up.

She was just glad to be alive. To be free from the tentacle monster. Her futanari girlfriend loved her enough to risk her life to rescue her. Lori thought she loved Chris even more now. No, I know I love her more.

She bucked back into Chris’s thrusts, sealing her lips over Ms. Lindon’s pussy and sucking hard. The teacher and Chris both moaned. Chris thrust faster while Lori drank the thick, salty cum out of her teacher’s pussy.

It was a new life they all had and she was so glad to share it with Chris.

Lori came hard on her girlfriend’s big dick, her pussy massaging the huge shaft plunging over and over into her depths. She moaned into the teacher’s sloppy cunt, licking faster and faster, gathering all the yummy jizz she could. The pleasure surged through Lori, Chris groaning, savoring her spasming pussy.

“Lori!” she moaned and erupted.

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One week later…

“Let’s go,” Yoshiko said, yanking Kat to her feet from where she sat at the cafeteria. Then, because she could, she kissed her former bully on the lips.

Kat kissed her back, melting against Yoshiko which made her clit ache and throb to turn back into a futa-cock.

Everyone at Redwood Academy had been shocked the first time, a week ago, Yoshiko had kissed Kat in public. It was no secret that the rich Kat bullied Yoshiko and got away with it thanks to her daddy’s donations and endowments to the school. But things had changed, and now Kat was more than happy to do what Yoshiko said.

And Yoshiko was happy to kiss the once homophobic girl at every chance she could in public. She hoped Kat made her so giddy and happy a year from now. Two years. Even ten.

“Well, off to have your ‘tutoring’ with Ms. Lindon?” Lori asked, sitting on Chris’s lap across the table.

“Oh, yes, we have so much to learn,” Yoshiko nodded.

“Yep,” Kat agreed, beaming.

“We don’t want to be late.”
“Nope,” Chris giggled.

People were surprisingly supportive of Chris coming out as a “girl.” Everyone assumed that she wore a padded bra and a wig. Chris made sure not to wear anything low-cut. Over the summer, she planned on having a “boob job.” Everyone called Chris “brave” and “heroic.” The school administers were so proud to have a transgender girl attending their school. No one had made the connection between Chris and the girl being fucked by Miyu in the video Phil Parish uploaded to PornHub.

The school still talked about the disappearance of Phil Parish and the unknown girl who was found dead in the bathroom, Mitsuko’s only victim from when she was insane. Yoshiko felt so bad for Phil’s family, but how could she explain that the girl was actually Phil, gender-swapped by Mitsuko before she murdered him. Yoshiko and the others had cleaned up the orgy when they came down from the monster’s lusts. And then “found” Phil’s body. The police had questioned everyone, but they all lied about what happened, saying there were a study group.

No one suspected them in the tragedy that befell poor Phil.

Yoshiko passed Mariah chatting into her phone as she sat with her friends. Yoshiko thought Mariah had a crush on Miyu, or maybe just an infatuation with her girl-dick. Miyu’s face was visible on the Black girl’s phone as they skyped. Miyu was back in Japan, onto another task for her futanari goddess Hangetsu.

Kat and Yoshiko left the cafeteria behind, entering the quieter halls of Redwood Academy. Almost no one was around as we hurried to Ms. Lindon’s classroom, Kat squeezing Yoshiko’s hand. A naughty thrill shot through her. The pair really loved their lunch time being “tutored.” Yoshiko’s life had changed. She had found a girlfriend in her bully, and she still had naughty threesomes with Chris and Lori. And, best of all, she was still futanari. She loved it. She and Kat were having so much fun. She didn’t know what her future held, didn’t know if she and Kat would go the distance the way she was positive Chris and Lori would, but her present was joyful.

Kat rapped smartly on Ms. Lindon’s door when they arrived at her classroom. Yoshiko could see the teacher waiting for them through the window set in her door. Ms. Lindon was naked save for her thigh-high stalkings, her body so lovely, tall and lithe. She had a refined, mature beauty, something that came from an abundance of confidence.

“Come in,” she purred, standing up and facing the futanari, her breasts jiggling. “You naughty futanari students.”

Kat pushed open the door. Together, the pair stepped in and purred, “Yes, Ms. Lindon.”

The teacher smiled, licking her lips. “Mmm, are you two ready to learn?”

“Always,” Yoshiko groaned, her nipples aching in her bra. As usual, she wore an outfit reminiscent of a Japanese schoolgirl—white blouse, pleated skirt, and today a dark-blue bow tie. Knee high socks completed the outfit. She stepped forward with Kat dressed in tight jeans and a t-shirt cut off to make a belly shirt, the anarchist A stretched over her breasts.

The pair were as opposite as could be, Yoshiko looking almost demure with just a hint of naughtiness while Kat looked tough and slutty.

“Teach us, Ms. Lindon,” purred Kat as the pair reached their teacher.

The teacher ran a hand up her thigh-high stockings, to her naked flesh, and finally to her neatly trimmed, brown bush. She stroked her pubic hair, twining them about her fingers. “I think you two need a refresher on oral sex. Pussy licking and ass rimming. Choose for yourself which one you want to practice first.”

Kat glanced at Yoshiko, arching an eyebrow. The busty, half-Japanese futanari shivered, her clit bursting to full girth as a cock, throbbing in the tight confines of her panties. “You take her pussy, and I’ll rim her ass.”

“Sure,” Kat said, licking her lips.

“Excellent,” Ms. Lindon purred. “Let’s begin.”

Kat and Yoshiko broke apart. Heart thudding, cock throbbing in her panties, she headed around her teacher while Kat moved before Ms. Lindon and fell to her knees. A huge girl-dick bulged the front of her tight jeans. As Yoshiko fell to her knees behind her teacher, she could see Kat’s hand unsnap and unzip her jeans, her shaft spilling out around a narrow, red thong.

“Oh, yes,” Ms. Lindon purred. “Just like that, Kat. Mmm, you remember everything I taught you about pussy licking. Very good. And you, Yoshiko, start rimming my ass.”

Flushing, she answered, “Sorry, Ms. Lindon, Kat’s cock distracted me.”

“That’s okay. Just lick.”

Yoshiko parted her teacher’s lovely, round butt-cheeks, exposing a brown, puckered sphincter. She leaned in, nuzzling her face between the asscheeks, and tongued at her teacher’s asshole. The sour musk coated her tongue, sending a ripple of desire down to her cock throbbing in her panties. It was trapped, too big for such a tight confines.

Without pausing her rimming, Yoshiko reached down and lifted up her pleated skirt, bunching it around her waist. She rubbed at her girl-dick stretching her panties, her pussy clenching at the delight racing down her shaft. With a groan into her teacher’s asshole, she pushed down her panties, her cock spilling out.

“Oh, yes, Yoshiko,” the teacher moaned, her hips wiggling. “Mmm, that’s good technique. A proper rimjob should involve lots of swirling and teasing of the asshole. Excellent. But don’t forget to probe into the asshole and add further delight to your lover.”

“Yes, Ms. Lindon.”

Yoshiko stroked her dick with one hand, the other clenching on her teacher’s butt-cheek. Pleasure shivering through her body as she masturbated, she pressed her tongue on the tight sphincter. The teacher groaned as the futanari wiggled her tongue past the tight, resistant ring and into hot bowels. The sour musk increased. Yoshiko groaned, loving how dirty, how filthy it was.

And swirled her tongue about.

The teacher moaned louder. She shivered and Yoshiko knew that she and Kat were doing an excellent job. She stroked her cock faster, her pussy clenching every time she reached the pinnacle, her palm and fingers massaging her spongy crown. The rhythmic sound of masturbation came from Kat, too, and Yoshiko pictured her punkish girlfriend stroking her girl-dick hard and fast while tonguing Ms. Lindon’s delicious pussy.

“Excellent girls,” moaned the teacher. “And jerking your cocks while tonguing me… Good multitasking. Ooh, and Kat, that’s it, look up at me. Always look up at your lover when you’re eating her pussy.”

“Or sucking her cock,” Yoshiko moaned, girl-dick throbbing in her hand.

“Indeed,” Ms. Lindon groaned. “Such lucky girls. I wish I had inquired with Miyu on how she gained her cock. Maybe a trip to Japan is in order.”

“Maybe,” Kat moaned.

Yoshiko’s pussy dripped juices, growing wetter with every stroke. The pleasure rippled through her body as her orgasm built in the depths of her cunt. Her strokes grew faster, soon matching Kat’s frantic masturbation strokes, both girl’s hands thudding into their crotches. They moaned into their teacher’s pussy and asshole.

Yoshiko wiggled her tongue so deep into her teacher’s asshole, her excitement building and building. She masturbated faster, gripping her cock, squirming as her orgasm came closer and closer to erupt. It was so dirty licking her teacher’s asshole. She loved it so much.

“Now let’s switch,” Ms. Lindon said.

The teacher turned in place, Yoshiko pulling her face backward and out of the way. She stared up at Ms. Lindon, the teacher’s round, firm breasts jiggling above. Her brown bush right before Yoshiko’s hungry lips. Juices matted the airs and made her thighs gleam.v

“Oh, Kat, yes, you just dived right in,” groaned the teacher. “Excellent.” Ms. Lindon flicked her dark eyes down at Yoshiko. “What are you waiting on?”

“Just admiring your beauty before I sample it,” Yoshiko groaned, her dick throbbing in her hand.

“Mmm, wonderful.”

Yoshiko, looking up at her teacher’s eyes, leaned in and licked through spicy folds. The wet pubic hair tickled her lips and nose as she wiggled her tongue in, licking deep, swirling through silky sheath. The teacher trembled, her breasts jiggling, nipples so hard.

A shiver ran through Yoshiko as spicy cream trickled down her cheeks. She loved giving pleasure. There was something so wonderful about licking another woman’s pussy or sucking on her cock. It was an act of devotion, of worship. It made her feel so proud that she was causing those sounds to escape her teacher’s lips as her tongue flicked through wet folds to brush a throbbing clit.

She sucked on the clit then nibbled with her lips and teeth. Not hard, just enough to make Ms. Lindon shudder and her tits jiggle. Yoshiko kept stroking her dick with her right hand while her left caressed her teacher’s silky pubic hair.

Then pressed two fingers into Mrs. Lindon’s hot depths.

“Yes, Yoshiko, adding fingers is always a welcome delight in pussy licking and… Kat!” The teacher let out a throaty purr. “And so is fingering an asshole while rimming it. Ooh, you are so naughty.”

“Thank you, Ms. Lindon,” Yoshiko and her girlfriend said together.

“Oh, yes, yes. You are so welcome. Such consummate skill you show. Oh, yes, yes, yes!”

Ms. Lindon came.

Yoshiko drank the spicy delight flooding out of her teacher’s pussy. Hot flesh spasmed about her fingers. She pumped them faster, giving Ms. Lindon more delight. The teacher’s head snapped back, her moans echoing through her classroom.

Yoshiko’s futa-dick throbbed. Her pussy clenched. She was so close to exploding. She groaned into her teacher’s pussy, shoving her fingers in so deep. Ms. Lindon swayed, her eyes burning as she stared down at Yoshiko.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Ms. Lindon groaned. “Such skilled pupils. Oh, you took my lessons to heart! Wonderful!”

Yoshiko shivered.

And then was splashed by jizz.

Kat moaned, her cock erupting, striking Yoshiko’s dick. Futa-cum greased her strokes and stained her thighs. Yoshiko shivered, her pussy clenching so hard as her girlfriend spunked all over her skirt and legs. Her dick throbbed.

Yoshiko moaned into her teacher’s pussy and erupted. Pleasure boiled through her brain. She knew her cum rained across Kat’s jeans and stomach, striking her cock. It was so hot. So wonderful. Yoshiko loved being a futanari. Loved her new life.

Thank you, Sayuri-chan. I am so glad you molested me in the bathroom. I am so glad you have your princess. But I wish you were here, sliding your invisible hands up and down my body, teasing me as I have my fun.

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“I have a surprise for you,” Mitsuko said as she stood in the center of the hot spring, the steam rising around her body.

Sayuri smiled, sitting up from the edge, her legs spread wide. Mitsuko had her hands behind her back. Is she holding the kokeshi? Mitsuko had the same mischievous smile she had the day she had produced what Yoshiko called a dildo.

Mitsuko walked forward, the spring water rippling around her hips, her small breasts jiggling. She had her hair styled into her familiar, looping buns, held in place by the alabaster hair comb her father had gifted her. She looked so beautiful, a living doll, a princess who should be wrapped in silk and jewels.

My wife. That thought always brought tears of joy to Sayuri’s eyes.

Their afterlife was one of constant joy. They had their own private world to share. The flow of time had lost all meaning. Sayuri wasn’t sure if it was a day since they said goodbye to Yoshiko or an eternity. And she knew it didn’t matter.

“What is it, Mitsuko?” Sayuri asked, shivering in delight.

“Guess.”

“A kokeshi,” Sayuri said, shivering. “You want to take my virginity again. Let’s relive that.”

“I do want to take your virginity away,” she smiled. “But not with the itadori kokeshi. I want to do it differently this time.”

“So another type of toy. Did you steal something from Miyu’s mind? One of those modern dildos.” The word came strange to Sayuri’s lips, sounding more like dirudosu.

Mitsuko shook her head. She had reached Sayuri, standing at the onsen’s edge between her spread legs. “What?”

Mitsuko pulled her hands from behind her back. They held nothing. Sayuri frowned and then gasped in shock as Mitsuko reached into the water and grabbed her own girl-cock, the shaft dripping with water, thick and long, thrusting from the folds of her pussy.

“You’re futanari!” gasped Sayuri. “How?”

“Because I wished it,” Mitsuko said, sliding her left hand up Sayuri’s body. Sayuri shivered, her wife’s hand climbing higher and higher, reaching her girl-dick. Mitsuko grasped it, stroking hard as she brought her own girl-dick to Sayuri’s pussy. “And wishes come true here.”

“They do,” Sayuri groaned, Mitsuko rubbing her girl-dick against Sayuri’s virgin pussy. “You can take my cherry properly. The way we always wanted.”

Mitsuko nodded, tears beading in her eyes. “I love you, my wife. My soul.”

“Yes,” Sayuri gasped, her dick throbbing in Mitsuko’s hands as her Ōjo-sama thrust.

Sayuri’s hymen held for a valiant heartbeat against the invading cock. And then it snapped. Mitsuko’s dick thrust into virgin flesh. She groaned, her back arching as the cock slid into her pussy, the friction burning along her sheath. The pleasure rippled through her body.

Sayuri found Mitsuko’s girl-cock better than Yoshiko’s or Chris’s dick fucking her when she was a yūrei haunting them. It was Mitsuko’s dick. Her Ōjo-sama’s cock. And that made it special. Sayuri wrapped her thighs about her wife’s hips, her cock throbbing in Mitsuko’s stroking hand.

“Oh, that is exquisite,” Mitsuko groaned. “I can feel your pussy around me, hugging me, loving me.”

“Always loving you,” moaned Sayuri, her hands reaching up, grabbing her Ōjo-sama’s shoulders. She pulled Mitsuko down. Their breasts and lips both kissed together, nipples rubbing, aching, as Mitsuko pumped her cock.

Such sweet pleasure rippled out of Sayuri’s pussy and down her cock. The delight of being fucked while having her dick stroked, at the same rhythm, was delicious to Sayuri. She savored it, her pussy clenching down on her wife’s thrusts.

Their tongues dueled as the two spirits writhed in pleasure in their own private paradise. The steam of the onsen billowed around them as they moaned and gasped, their bodies moving together for their shared pleasure.

Mitsuko broke the kiss, staring into Sayuri’s eyes while moaning, “You’re so tight. So wet. Oh, this is such a sweet delight.”

“I’m so glad you can experience it, my wife,” moaned Sayuri, her hands sliding up and down Mitsuko’s supple back. She found her lover’s ass, squeezing it, pulling Mitsuko down. Her pussy shivered, embracing the cock.

The pair gasped and moaned as they stared into each other’s eyes. They were lost to the bliss of their shared love. Pleasure rippled through Sayuri. Her pussy clenched on Mitsuko’s dick, savoring the friction, while her cock drank in the delight of Mitsuko’s stroking hand. Every heartbeat brought Sayuri closer and closer to her release.

She yearned for it. She kissed Mitsuko again, harder, undulating her hips to meet her Ōjo-sama’s thrusts. Her pussy clenched harder and harder as her orgasm built. Sayuri trembled, on the verge of her pleasure exploding through her.

“Sayuri-chan!” Mitsuko gasped, breaking their kiss. Her back arched. She drove her cock hard into Sayuri’s pussy.

Cum flooded her depths.

Sayuri gasped, savoring her Ōjo-sama’s futa-jizz pumping into her pussy. Her snatch clenched hard on her wife’s cumming cock. A hot shiver ran through her as each blast splashed against her pussy walls.

And then Sayuri joined her lover.

“Mitsuko-hime!”

Her cock erupted between them. Sayuri’s cum spurted up their bodies, splashing on their small tits rubbing together. She loved it. The pleasure shot through her. Her pussy writhed about Mitsuko’s cock while her girl-dick kept erupting, kept coating them in jizz.

“I love you!” both futanari ghosts moaned together and kissed while eternity passed in bliss.

And beneath the rocks of their onsen, Yokubō-no-Tako writhed. The yokai trapped by Miyu’s seal and Sayuri’s power. The walls of its prison reinforced by something so pernicious and destructive to the demon—the love of two futanari.

It howled in impotent rage as their shared love strengthened the walls of its prison. It could hear their moans and gasps, their protestation of emotions, and knew it would never be free. It was trapped in an eternity of joy and happiness.

Suffering for the vile demon.

Above, Sayuri held her Ōjo-sama, stroking her back as they basked in the afterglow of their shared orgasm. Eternity wasn’t so bad with someone to share it with. Thank you, Yoshiko-chan, the ghost thought. You gave me back my Ōjo-sama. I miss you, but I know you’ll find your happiness, too.

The END

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Four young college girls on a skiing vacation have to find other things to do when an excess of new snow traps them in their cabin. This is the third in this series and describes an interesting day of skiing on almost deserted slopes. It might make more sense if you have read “Three J’s and an S Go Skiing, Day1 & Day 2 .”

Three J’s and an S Go Skiing – Day 3, Part 1

By The Technician

BDSM FFF/F / D/s / Mild / Exhibitionism / Consensual Slavery / F/F / Snow / Cold / Humiliation

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Four young college girls on a skiing vacation have to find other things to do when an excess of new snow traps them in their cabin. This is the third in this series and describes an interesting day of skiing on almost deserted slopes. It might make more sense if you have read “Three J’s and an S Go Skiing, Day1 & Day 2 .”

For the most part, the stories in this series are pretty mild.

If you are looking for heavy duty stuff, try one of my other story series.

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WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.

If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century.

Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is copyright (c) 2013 by The Technician [email protected].

Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden.

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“Come on sleepy heads,” yelled Sara. “You told me to wake you up at 8:30 so we could hit the slopes as soon as the lifts were going. Breakfast is on the table.”

The Three J’s came into the kitchen wearing their nightclothes. Julie was wearing cotton pajamas, and Joan had on a long flannel nightshirt. Judy, however, was wearing a black, almost see through nightie with nothing underneath it. Her nipples puckered slightly as she walked through the cool air next to the patio doors that led to the deck. Her pubic area was completely bare, but Joan, Julie and Sara already knew that from several sessions together in the hot tub. Sara even knew that Judy must have had her bush lasered away because there was no stubble detectable to her tongue, and even the best wax job remains truly that smooth for only a day or two.

“Who were you expecting last night?” asked Julie.

Joan, who was sharing the bedroom with Judy answered, “She says she forgot to pack something to sleep in. That is her ’emergency nightie’ that just happened to be in one of the side pockets of her suitcase.”

“Who were you hoping to run into up here?” asked Julie.

“The rescue guy was kind of cute,” answered Judy. “You never know…, and a girl should be prepared.”

“You don’t have his number, or his name,” said Joan. “So I don’t think you have much of a chance with him.”

“Oh, I’ve got his number,” answered Judy with a huge smile as she pointed to a big magnet stuck to the front of the refrigerator. It was a red square with a white cross in the middle of it and the words ‘Snow Rescue’ above and below the cross in big white letters. Across the bottom of the square in slightly smaller letters were three phone numbers which were labeled, Office, Lift Area, and Emergency.”

“What are you going to do?” snorted Julie, “Call and say you have an emergency case of the hornies and need those two hunks on snowmobiles to come to your rescue.”

“I’ve heard worse pickup lines,” said Joan.

Julie responded, “Now that I think of it, those two guys last night looked pretty good. I wouldn’t mind calling Snow Rescue for them to come help me with my hornies. Sara is nice, but I really need a man, and I was hoping there might be some action up here.”

Sara, meanwhile, finished serving breakfast and joined them at the table.

When the conversation lulled into an extended period of quiet, Julie looked over at Judy’s stiff nipples and commented, “I didn’t realize so much cold air drifted over here from the patio doors. Maybe we should close the blinds.”

“You three are making me feel naked,” responded Judy.

“You are naked,” snorted Julie.

“I forgot jammies or a nightshirt. OK? And my underwear is not really comfortable to sleep in. I’m the least dressed one here…. I know. Let’s change the subject.”

“If it would make you more comfortable, I could take off my nightshirt,” offered Sara. “Then you wouldn’t be the least dressed one.”

Judy didn’t say anything, but Sara stood, reached up, pulled her long T-shirt up over her head, and then sat back down naked. “There, now you aren’t the least dressed one here.”

Joan laughed softly, shook her head and said, “Let’s just finish breakfast, shall we. We did come up here to ski, after all, and we have a chance to ski all day on the slopes by ourselves today. Once they get the highway back open, this place will be packed.”

The girls followed Joan’s advice, completed breakfast and got dressed for skiing. As they were getting their coats and parkas out of the closet, Sara stopped, walked over to the end table by the couch and picked up something. It was her “J J J” collar.

“You won’t need that on the slopes,” said Joan.

“It isn’t just a symbol for sex or servitude for me,” said Sara in a soft voice that seemed to be full of emotion. “The Three J’s are my masters and my protectors. This makes me feel close and protected. You guys have a lot more experience than I do. I am pretty much a Snow Bunny, and we will be going down the main hills. I’m relying on you to protect me.”

“Don’t worry, Sara Bunny,” answered Joan. “I will protect you from any big bad wolves we meet on the way. And don’t worry. The slope behind us is actually an intermediate slope, so you should be OK. The black diamond slope for the really serious skiers is on the other side of the mountain.”

Sara pressed her lips together in thought and said, “I’ll still wear my collar. It won’t show under my ski mask anyway.”

A few minutes later the four girls were putting on their skis in the back yard and preparing to head down the slope.

Joan gave some final instructions. “Now remember, all you have to do to get to the chair lifts is stay on this path until it merges into the main slopes. There isn’t really anywhere else you can go, so that will be easy.”

“When we want to come back to the cabin, we need to turn off the main slope about one-third of the way down. That is the easy turn, and there is a big blue sign that says ‘Parallel Slope.’ It’s so big because it used say something like ‘Reserved for Snowboarders and other Non- skiers’ but now they let the boarders go anywhere.”

“The hard part is the path that leads to this cabin. The sign is smaller, brown, and just has an image of a cabin and an arrow. I’ll remind you of all this again when we come back to the cabin for lunch.”

The next two hours were heavenly skiing. The powder was fresh and there was absolutely no crud on the slopes. When they rode the chairs to the top they could see no one else on the slope beneath them. In fact, they could clearly see the trail of their skis from the previous run

Joan took that as an opportunity to instruct Sara on her skiing. “You see where the lines are clear as you turn? You are carving exactly right there. But over there where everything is all mixed up you were skidding or slipping pretty badly and you shouldn’t have been at such low speed on such good snow. It’s all in how you bend your legs and where you put your body weight. I’ll show you before we start down for out next run.”

A little before noon, the girls decided it was time to go back to the cabin for lunch. “I want to try something,” said Sara. “I may never get a chance to try this again, but the slopes are empty except for us. They don’t even have attendants at the ski lifts.”

The Three J’s looked at her waiting to hear what it was that she wanted. She smiled broadly at all three of them and said, “I want to ski back to the cabin naked.”

“Go girl,” yelled Judy.

“You are absolutely crazy,” added Julie.

Joan, looking like she was thinking seriously about something, advised, “Keep the ski mask on. There might be security or safety cameras on the slopes or someone might come by with a cell phone. You don’t want to be a viral video on YouTube… or worse.”

Sara nodded and Joan continued, “Judy, you have a back pack, so you can carry her clothes. Julie, you lead. Sara and I will bring up the back. Remember it’s a big blue sign to the parallel slope, and a little brown sign to the cabin. Got it?”

Everyone nodded and they walked over to beneath the deck of the closed lodge for Sara to strip off and get ready.

“Are you really sure you want to do this?” asked Joan.

In reply, Sara slipped off her ski pants and long underwear and handed them to Judy to put in her back pack. After she was naked except for her mask, she put her boots back on and yelled excitedly, “Let’s go!” A few moments later, the four of them started off down the slope.

The combination of warm noontime sun and cold air was exhilarating for all four girls, but especially for Sara who could feel both the sun and the cold wind on her bare skin. Her nipples were tightening and extending and she could feel an especial chill between her legs as the moisture which was forming on the lips of her sex evaporated in the cold, dry air that swept past them.

Julie began carving to the right and Judy followed her. Sara could see the big “Parallel Slope” sign and kept her skis in the tracks the other two girls had made. The turn for the second sign, however, wasn’t so smooth. Julie didn’t see the cabin trail sign far enough in advance and had to turn sharply to make the turn. Judy, who was following Julie, was caught even more off guard and began skidding badly as her skis broke loose in the tight turn.

Sara didn’t have a chance. Once her skis broke loose, she didn’t have the experience to recover and didn’t know enough to ‘drop to stop,’ so she ended up straightening back out, and then, totally out of control, she went french frying straight down the slope, rapidly gaining speed. Joan, running behind her, retained control, but chose to follow Sara down the slope, calling out to her to cut and zig to slow herself down.

Sara regained control, and several very long minutes later, they were at the bottom of the slope just above the entrance to the chair lift.

“What now?” asked Sara.

“No choice,” Answered Joan. “We have to go back up on the chair lift and then ski back down to the cabin.”

Sara looked like she was about to cry.

“Good thing you kept the ski mask on.” said Joan. “There are security cameras on the chair lift. Probably nobody watching them today, but you never know… they might be recording. Or, we might run into somebody up at the lodge. In any case, as soon as we get off the lift, head back down the slope.”

Sara just nodded her head. Then she said softly, “I’m scared.”

“You’ll be alright,” assured Joan. “Your face is covered and there’s noone here to see you.”

“No, that’s not it,” cried Sara, “I don’t care if people see me naked, but if we get in trouble, you could get kicked out of school or not be able to get into the fancy schools you need for your masters and doctorate.”

“Let me worry about that,” answered Joan. “Let’s just get my naked little friend-slave back to the cabin.”

Joan helped Sara onto the lift and sat beside her. As soon as their feet left the ground she felt the cold of the seat coming through her ski pants and wished that she had taken off her jacket and let Sara use it to sit on.

Sara started to shiver.

“Are you alright?” asked Joan.

“My fire is going out,” answered Sara, “I’m getting cold.”

“If they’re recording the security and safety cams, this is going to make one hell of a video,” muttered Joan, and she took off her gloves and reached over to Sara. With one hand she stroked Sara’s breasts as her other hand slid between Sara’s legs. Sara moaned softy and seemed to relax, but her flesh felt like ice beneath Joan’s hands.

Finally they got to the top and Joan pulled Sara from the chair. Sara seemed slightly dazed as they moved over toward the slope. Joan had seen something like this before. Sara was in the very early stages of hypothermia. The cold metal of the chair had sucked too much warmth out of Sara’s body and her body temperature was getting critically low.

They started down the slope with Sara only slightly ahead of Joan. “Big sign!” yelled Joan. Sara responded by weakly nodding her head, and they turned onto the parallel slope.

Joan was worried. Sara was now wobbling slightly on her skis. Joan couldn’t risk leaving her side, but at the same time couldn’t risk not being ahead of her so Sara could follow her at the turn. Sara would never see the sign. She had to get ahead of her. But what if Sara didn’t turn behind her?

Joan was just starting to move slightly ahead when she saw them. Two orange snowmobiles parked sideways on the parallel slope. Their yellow strobe lights were flashing and two people in red snowmobile suits were standing in front them waving their arms pointing onto the trail to the cabins.

Sara nodded her head weakly and turned with Joan onto the side trail. As they approached the cabin, Joan could hear the whine of the snowmobile engines behind them.

“Get her into the hot tub,” yelled Joan as they reached the deck. The two snow rescue people grabbed Sara and easily lifted her out of her skis, out of her boots, and up the steps. One of them pulled her ski mask off and the two of them began to lower her into the tub.

Joan dropped into the tub to support her. Somehow she had shed her clothing as she climbed the steps and crossed the deck. Joan unwrapped the collar from Sara’s neck and flipped it up onto one of the deck chairs.

“How are you feeling,” asked one of the men.

“OK… ” responded Sara slowly with a slurred voice. Then the warmth of the water hit her and she seemed to perk up. She looked up at the Snow Rescue people and added, “…more than OK, fine – mighty fine,”

The young man blushed slightly to hear his own words from last night echoed back at him. Sara looked up at him again and continued, “Thank you for your help.” Then turning to Joan she said, “I think I found the limit of my fire.”

“What?” asked the young man.

Sara, now apparently almost totally back to herself, smiled at him and said, “Judy would like your name and number so she can call you when it isn’t an emergency.”

She looked over at the other man dressed in red and added, “Julie would probably like your name and number also if you’re available for the next few days.”

He answered, “We are scheduled until 5:00 this afternoon when the lifts shut down, but we’re all your’s after that. My name is Kevin.”

“And mine is Ron,” added the other.

Sara looked up at Judy and said “Judy, meet Ron.”

And then she looked over to Julie, “Julie, meet Kevin.”

Looking at Judy and Julie, she added, “I’ll use one of the downstairs bedrooms tonight so you two can screw you heads off if things work out.” Then she gave all of them a very lopsided grin.

“She is still showing some effects of hypothermia,” said Ron. “I’m in pre-med and an EMT. I’ve seen this before when someone is out on the slopes too long in really cold weather She will be OK in an hour or so, especially if she stays in the hot tub for a while, but right now it’s like she is as drunk as if she had just finished off a bottle of wine.”

“Amazing what a bottle of wine can start,” sighed Judy.

“I will also sleep downstairs tonight,” said Joan, and then as Julie began to turn bright red, she added, “to keep watch over Sara… and in case you need some privacy.”

She paused and went on in a quieter voice, “Right now, Sara and I need some privacy while she warms up in here. I don’t want to leave her alone for now, and we seem to be the only two naked people here, so it’s a bit uncomfortable with all of you standing around up there.”

“Not for me,” chirped Sara. I could be naked in front of anyone, anytime. Remember?”

“That’s the hypothermia talking, ” said Ron.

“Don’t bet on it,” laughed Julie, as she grabbed onto Kevin’s arm and said to him, “Before you go back to work, I do want your phone number.” With that, she pulled him into the cabin. Judy and Ron followed and left Sara and Joan alone in the hot tub.

As they left, Joan called after them, “I want that number also. I have a special favor to ask of you two for later.”

After they had gone inside and closed the patio doors, Sara stood up and looked into Joan’s eyes. “I’m fine,” she said. “And this isn’t the hypothermia or the wine or anything else talking. If you hadn’t relit my fire on the chair lift, I wouldn’t have made it. Let me return the favor and maybe get both of us totally warmed back up. We could even do a ‘Hottie,’”

“What’s a Hottie,” asked Joan.

“A quickie in a hot tub,” answered Sara as her mouth closed over Joan’s.

Joan heard a light rumbling noise and looked up to see the blinds being drawn across the patio doors that opened onto the deck. She pushed down with her arms so that she raised out of the hot tub and sat on the deck. As she did so, Sara’s mouth trailed down her body. She lay back and let Sara light the fire between her legs. Sara stroked her thighs and ran her hands down the inside and outsides of her legs as she licked and nibbled on her labia and sucked lightly on her throbbing clit.

Both were back in the hot tub about fifteen minutes later when Ron, Judy, Kevin and Julie came back out onto the deck.

“We have to get back on duty,” said Ron, but we will definitely see you tonight.”

“Oh, you will!” answered Joan. Judy and Julie looked over at her as she added, “Trust me, you will DEFINITELY see us tonight.”

A few moments later the two snowmobiles whined out of the yard and Julie said, “Are you two going to stay in the hot tub all day or are we going to eat lunch and get back out on the slopes. They are shutting down the lifts early so we only have a couple more hours.”

“I’ve already eaten,” answered Sara with a giggle, “but I probably should get some food, too. She and Joan dissolved in laughter as Judy and Julie turned to go back into the cabin.

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An hour later they were back on the slopes. Sara’s skill improved dramatically with each run, and by late afternoon, she was even doing “mogul jumps” over small hills on the slope. Around 4:30 Joan announced, “This is our last downhill run for today. With the lodge closed, they are shutting everything down at five o’clock.”

The Three J’s and an S raced each other down the slope. When they got to the bottom, Joan said, “When we get back to the top, let’s meet over by the lodge deck. There’s something I have to show you.”

Julie and Judy looked at her with questions apparent on their faces. Sara, who rarely questioned anything The Three J’s were doing, just walked over to the lift and waited for Joan to join her for the ride up.

When they got to the top, the three of them followed Joan over to the deck. “What do you want to show us,” asked Julie.

“Wait ’til the lifts shut off,” she responded.

A few moments later, the whir and clank of the chair lift slowly ground to a halt.

“So what is it?” asked Judy.

“This,” answered Joan, as she pulled her suitcase out from under the deck. “I had Ron and Kevin bring it up here. They will take it back down to the cabin for us when the get off duty… which is now.”

“What’s that for?” asked Judy and Julie together.

“Your clothes,” answered Joan. “Or more accurately, our clothes. We failed Sara this morning when she was depending on us, and this is our way of making it up to her. If you enjoy it, consider it a chance to participate in her pleasure. If you don’t like it, consider it a punishment for letting her down, but you are going down that slope like she did this morning – wearing nothing but your boots and ski mask.”

“Oh well,” answered Julie with a shrug. “It’s like Sara said, we may never get this chance again. Who knows, I might like it.”

“You’ll NEVER like it as much as Sara,” added Judy. “But it’s hard to pass up the opportunity to do something this crazy.”

Soon all four girls were packing their ski pants, parkas, and underwear into the suitcase.

Julie looked down the slope and said, “We’d better be sure we don’t miss the turn this time. With no chair lift, we would have to herring bone our way back up to the turn, and that would be a LOT of work.”

“Don’t worry about it,” answered Joan. “I’ve taken care of that.”

Sara yelped, “Let’s go!” and all four started down the slope.

The sun was low in the sky so there was no warmth on their bodies as they sped downhill. Their nipples puckered in the cold air. But Sara was not the only one who felt the extra coolness of moisture evaporating off the lips of her sex.

They carved left together onto the parallel slope and soon Julie and Judy were straining to catch sight of the small brown sign which marked the turn onto the secondary trail. Joan signaled Sara to slow down slightly and let the others get ahead of them. She wondered why until she saw the flashing yellow strobe lights up ahead. Ron was standing in the middle of the slope waving them into the trail. Kevin was standing along side him holding a digital video camera.

“Whoooaaahh!” screamed Sara and she raised her arms high holding her ski poles almost over her head as she and Joan passed the camera. As they zoomed down the trail, they could hear the snowmobiles revving up behind them. Soon the flashing strobes passed them and headed toward the cabin. When they arrived, the snowmobiles were parked in the yard and Kevin was standing on the top of the steps to the deck with the video camera.

“Put your skis in the racks,” yelled Joan, and Judy and Julie scurried to get their skis put away so they could hurry up the steps onto the deck. Joan put her skis on the rack and walked calmly up the stairs. Sara racked her skis, took off her boots and threw them up onto the deck. Then she walked barefoot and bare assed out in the snow to retrieve a couple of bottles of wine from the case on the picnic table.

She held them up for the camera and danced around Rocky style with them above her head for a few moments. Then she pressed one to each of her breasts and walked with an exaggerated swinging of her hips over to the deck and up the steps. As soon as she had passed Kevin, Ron yelled, “Cut.” and Kevin lowered his camera.

Julie and Judy had run into their bedrooms and returned wearing their short robes. Evidently, they left the boots and ski masks in the bedrooms. Joan put her boots and ski mask on one of the tables on the deck and lowered herself into the hot tub. Sara picked up Joan’s boots and mask and carried them into the house. When she returned, she was wearing nothing but her collar and was carrying a tray with five full wine glasses on it.

“Why don’t you all relax out here on the deck, and I will fix us something for supper,” she said as she set down the tray. She then picked up one of the glasses and went back into the kitchen.

“I think we are a little over dressed,” said Ron as he began to unzip his red snowmobile suit. Beneath the suit he was wearing a light gray track suit. Kevin had a similar track suit in light blue.

After he and Kevin had removed their suits, Sara reappeared beside them and held out her arms. “I’ll put those in the living room closet,” she said. “The boots will be on a rug just inside the patio doors. Dinner will be ready in a little while. In the meantime, if you need more wine, let me know.”

Ron and Kevin sat down in the deck chairs and picked up one of the glasses of wine. Judy sat next to Ron and Julie sat next to Kevin.

“What are you going to do with your video,” asked Julie.

“My camera, my video!” yelled Joan from the hot tub. “I will make sure that no faces or identifiers are on it and then it is getting posted through a techno-geek I know who has accounts everywhere. Nobody will know who it is except Ron, Kevin, The Three J’s and Sara. Within hours, we will be the unknown ski streakers on hundreds of websites. Who knows, it might truly go viral and we will be anonymously famous.”

“You can’t be both,” said Judy as she drained her glass.

Ron said, “We’d better save some of that wine for after dinner.”

She pointed out at the box barely visible in the snow, laughed and answered, “There’s another case under that one. If we need more wine, we will just send Sara back out to get some.”

“Is she your servant? I thought she was your friend.” asked Kevin.

“It’s kind of complicated,” answered Joan. “Sara is definitely our friend, but sometimes she is our friend-friend, and sometimes she is our servant-friend and sometimes she is our slave-friend and lately sometimes she is our slut-slave-friend.”

“And I think for Joan,” added Julie, “she is also lately becoming a love-slave-friend.”

“Like I said,” responded Joan, “It’s kind of complicated.”

“Are you two lovers?” asked Kevin, pointing to Julie and Judy. The disappointment was obvious in his voice and on his face.

“They are omnivores who lean heavily toward men,” answered Joan.

“Very heavily,” added Julie. Then looking directly in Kevin’s deep brown eyes, “Especially hunks who are planning to become doctors.”

“I, on the other hand,” explained Joan, “am an alpha omnivore who leans a little bit toward my own gender.” She paused and continued, “Lately a LOT toward my own gender.”

“Dinner’s ready!” came the call from inside.

Rod and Judy, Kevin and Julie got up to go inside. Sara came out onto the deck carrying a towel and Joan’s robe. She was still naked except for her collar. A few moments later Joan and Sara joined the others in the kitchen.

“If it makes any of you uncomfortable, I will put on a robe, but as you may have figured out by now, being naked in public turns me on almost as much as being a good servant for The Three J’s.”

“Fine by me,” answered Ron.

“I’m good with it,” added Kevin.

“I’ll get naked for you later,” whispered Julie to Kevin. But since everyone else had stopped talking at that point, her whisper could be heard by everyone.

“Ditto,” said Judy to Ron.

Both Ron and Kevin looked slightly flustered. Sara spoke up, “The Three J’s are very powerful women who say what they want and want exactly what they say they want. You two look like you can handle it or they wouldn’t have invited you. Besides, they only need one submissive servant, and that’s me.”

Pointing to her collar she explained, “Three J’s and an S. I’m the S. That’s Sara, Servant, Slave, Slut, Sister, or whatever they and I want it to be. Sometimes its even ‘Spokeswoman’ because I have absolutely no shame and can say anything to anybody – whether I am dressed, naked, or somewhere in between.”

“I think the somewhere in between is what the rest of us are looking for,” said Joan. “Ron and Kevin, I will get you guys some robes.”

“From where?” asked Julie?

“In case you hadn’t noticed, there are three drawers in the wall between the closets in each bedroom. There are six people who own this cabin and time share it. The drawers are to store stuff while you are not here.”

“Although each of the drawers is supposed to belong to one of the owners, The stuff in the upstairs drawers is basically available to anyone. There are sheets, towels, robes, pajamas and nightshirts was well as some shampoo and stuff like that. The agreement is that if you use someone else’s stuff, you clean it and put it back or you replace it if it is something that gets used up.”

“NOW you tell me about the pajamas,” said Judy, over acting as though she were deeply hurt.

A few moments later Joan returned carrying two tartan-patterned flannel robes and handed them to Ron and Kevin. “After supper, you can change in the bathroom or one of the bedrooms, and then join us out on the deck. I put a few items from the ‘Cougar Cache’ in the pockets in case you need them tonight.”

“What’s the Cougar Cache” asked Ron.

“Mom’s two younger sisters have a sixth of the cabin. They never married. They’re both college professors out east. They do NOT come here to ski. Their main interest is the skiing instructors and college students. They always say, ‘The law doesn’t say we can’t fuck students. It just says we can’t fuck OUR students.”

“Mandy and Sandy?” asked Kevin.

“You’ve met them?”

“No, but I was warned about them. I was told they were pretty foxy for older women, but that they could probably wear out a jack hammer in a week.”

“I don’t know about that,” answered Joan, “but they always come prepared with several boxes of condoms in various types and flavors, and what they don’t use, they throw into their drawer. There must be about a case and a half of condoms accumulated in there. Mom always complained that they should keep them locked up in the basement like the Jurgensen’s do their toys, but they never did.”

“The Jurgensen’s toys?” asked Judy.

“A whole different story – different owners,” answered Joan. “When we were little, Mandy and Sandy got into the drawers in the downstairs bedrooms and when mom came downstairs there were whips and chains and cuffs and dildoes and about everything else you could imagine scattered all across the floor. Mom called Mr Jurgensen to yell at him, but he said he didn’t care if the girls – or anyone else – played with their toys. It was all dishwasher safe anyway and could be cleaned up after use.”

“Next time we came out here, there was a lock on the drawer, but after that, the first day we were here, Mom always ran the dishwasher empty a few times with bleach in it. I think Mandy and Sandy still borrow the toys once in a while to use on their boy toys or on each other. The key to the lock hangs under the deck.”

“Food first. Fun and games later,” interrupted Sara. “Have a seat at the table, I’m going out to get another bottle of wine.”

As Sara walked out into the snow, The Three J’s, Ron and Kevin seated themselves around the kitchen table.

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END OF DAY THREE, Part 1
Part 2, The Evenings Activities, will follow soon.

The saga of “The Three J’s and an S” WILL continue.
They will be at the cabin for several more days,
and they have another year and a half of college.
A lot can happen in 10 days and even more in 18 months.
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This is more of a continuation of the last chapter so it’s not getting it’s own chapter number. Though I’ll also be posting future chapters in a similar fashion when the characters don’t have any ties other than existing in the same universe.

The Honeymoon

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Author’s note to readers. Nothing about this story is meant to portray any of the characters as under eighteen years of age. Also this story features themes of rape, slavery, bestiality, and incest. It is intended as fantasy and nothing else. If you do not like such stories or are one of those individuals that can’t distinguish the difference between fantasy and reality STOP reading now. Also don’t fill up the comments section with posts about how sick the individuals in the story are or about the people who read or write this style of story. This is meant for those looking to take some enjoyment out this tale and not for those looking to recreate the circumstances of the story. For those that fall into the first category please enjoy yourselves

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Normally I would go through the name changes of the characters but since this chapter mostly focuses on Sapphire and her cousin Pleasure Maid 3382- B2 now Breeding Bitch 3382-B2 so I’ll go ahead and skip the others this time.

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The Honeymoon

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Sapphire was experiencing probably the most humiliating moment of her life. Sure she had previously thought being publicly raped by the dog following her wedding ceremony then again during the reception had been the worse. Yet they had barely been on the plane before even that had been surpassed by a worse humiliation. That was the dog first making her suck his cock. Before he humiliated again by growing at her until she thanked him for the privilege of not only sucking his cock but for allowing her to swallow his cum. Five more times during the flight the scene would be repeated and every time once his semen had been swallowed she had to say the same thing as she knelt on the floor at his feet.

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“Thank you Master Cesar for allowing your worthless slave bitch the privilege of pleasuring you with her mouth. Your human slave only exists to provide you pleasure.”

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Now the first couple of times she sobbed so hard throughout the statement it was unintelligible but the sight of the dog’s teeth as he growled in displeasure had her saying it properly. Part of Sapphire wished she was being treated like her cousin was by her canine master. Though based on what Pleasure Maid 3382-B2 told her that wouldn’t happen until she had been truly broken by the dog.

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So until then she would be chained together with the dog and forced to follow behind him wherever he went. Then there was the fact she wasn’t allowed to change out of her clothing. Granted she was allowed wash it and herself still but the outfit was to immediately go back on afterwards. Now based on the state the outfit was in at the moment Sapphire knew it would be nothing but tatters by the time she was a properly broken bitch.

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For instance her stockings already had several runs in them and black stains forming around the knees. Now the corset was already looking a little worse for wear with the lace having numerous rips in it from the dog’s claws. The gloves had fared the best with only some cum stains mixing with the drool stains around her neck and shoulders made during her rapes following the ceremony. Though the fact her arms would remain secured behind her back for the duration of the ordeal was the only reason for this. Even so she suspected they would end up suffering the fate of the rest of the outfit before the ordeal was over with.

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Now as bad as things were for Sapphire she still was worried about her cousin. Once they were in the air for a while she had been stripped and put in a new outfit. This was the same outfits Kennel Bitches’ wore and all of the accompanying humiliations and rules went along with it. Including the changing of her classification from Pleasure Maid to that of a Breeding Bitch. Now there was one mercy shown to her and that was to wait until they were airborne until it was done to her.

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Technically since Sapphire’s breeding had started at the wedding so should of Pleasure Maid 3382-B2’s. So she should’ve had the outfit and rules infected on her then. However Master Sanders had delayed the start of her breeding until they were airborne so she could advise Sapphire on what was expected from her. Now this technically did require much time to explain but it was the only time they could be themselves with out the dogs growling at them menacingly so they took as much time as possible.

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Sapphire would have to be kneeling in front of Master Cesar at all times. With the exceptions of when she was following behind the dog while they went anywhere. Or when Master Sanders was performing her two daily breedings and of course when Master Cesar was having his own way with her body. Otherwise the only other times she was to be out of the kneeling position was morning cleanup and as she slept curled up on the floor next to Master Cesar’s dog bed. Though the final time she was allowed out of position was the worst.

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It had been a while since Sapphire had to eat from a dog bowl. Let alone having to eat the dog food they tried to pass as slave food from one. But to now have to do it alongside the dog that had complete control of her body was the most degrading thing she had suffered during her lifetime. Though she would find even this degradation was soon surpassed.

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For the first time they went to eat neither Master Cesar or Master Lighting eat from bowls on the ground like normal dogs. Instead their bowls were on tables they eat from while sitting in chairs almost like they were a person. Meanwhile the two cousins had to kneel on the floor beneath the table and that wasn’t even the worst part. See before the dogs would eat or let their human slaves to eat themselves Sapphire and Breeding Bitch 3382-B2 had to suck their cocks. Now as humiliating as it sounds it was made way worse by the fact Master Sanders went out to eat during the entirety of the honeymoon.

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The other masters and mistresses seamed to take great satisfaction out of their humiliation. At the same time the cousins initially garnered sympathetic looks from the other slaves. Yet this soon turned into angry glares when these slaves’ owners started talking about trying the training method being used on the cousins on their own slaves. Sapphire completely understood this since she had acted similarly herself to Jade back when she inspired this.

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Granted Sapphire’s view on what Jade did was ever changing depending on how she felt at the moment. For example the first time Master Cesar raped her at the wedding Sapphire wished Jade dead. This sentiment would then return during the rape at the reception. Yet as the crowd gang raped Jade Sapphire anger had disappeared and she felt sympathy for the asian sex slave. Granted she knew Jade was in heaven as all of those men took turns with her helpless body despite the convincing act that she was suffering horribly.

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Naturally those feelings of anger returned every time Master Cesar’s cock was in Sapphire’s mouth on the plane. Just as when he raped her in the lobby while they were being checked in. Though as much as Sapphire would have wanted to stay angry at Jade she just couldn’t. In truth her anger began to focus more on herself for not being as good of a slave as Jade. After all Jade was a first generation slave and not a third generation slave like Sapphire and her cousin so they should’ve been setting the standards of obedience instead of the other way around. Still it would be a while before this realization would happen and a lot would happen to Sapphire before then.

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So it would probably be best to explain that part before I get to far along in the story. I’ll start with telling about where the honeymoon took place. It was on a private island owned my a member of the organization. While close enough to civilization the make the logistics of running it possible. It still was far enough away that it maintained the necessary secrecy. This wasn’t just because of the tastes of the guests. The owner also operated a slave training and processing facility out of it too. While this man wasn’t exactly a friend of Master Sanders he wasn’t an enemy either.

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This man had created an exclusive resort on the island where masters and mistresses could openly dominate their slaves. Naturally it wasn’t that popular of a place to the slaves since they were the ones being humiliated and tortured not only openly but in mass at times. That also didn’t include their feelings about the public sexual use of their orifices.

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This place still had one thing that gave a little relief to the slaves and allowed them to have somewhat of a vacation like their owners. That was the majority of the staff was sex slaves that could be used by the guests. This did afford many of the visiting slaves a respite from their owners normal affections.

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Now resort consisted of a large multi story hotel, several restaurants, and numerous beachside bungalows. With all of the rooms of which contained not only the expected comforts and amenities one would expect from a normal resort of this class. Yet they also included the addition of the necessities required since the guests owned other humans as their personal sexual playthings. So besides the silk sheets and fine leather furniture there were the whips and chains along with assorted other means of tormenting the whimpering women brought there by their owners.

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Now Master Sanders had gotten the honeymoon suite in the hotel. It was on the top floor with a balcony overlooking the pool. It was technically two rooms one a comfortable living area slash dinning area. Then there was the bedroom with a large comfortable bed. Not that either Sapphire or Breeding Bitch 3382-B2 were initially allowed on it. They instead slept on the floor next to the two dog beds at the foot of the bed. Still they got to experience a little of the comfort offered even if it was only the soft expensive carpeting.

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Even sleeping on the floor they found this a better option then the alternative slave accommodations provided with the room. For even the means for securing slaves had been provided to the guests. From basic ropes and chains to a pillory in a corner of the room. The suite provided several other options actually incorporated either into the room itself or the furniture.

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There was a cramped cell built into the back of the closet but even this was better than the other alternatives offered. There was the small cages incorporated into the nightstands on each side of the bed. Or probably the worst the cages that hung over the edge of the balconies of all the rooms and to Sapphire’s horror several of which were currently occupied when she first looked out the window.

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Now to Sapphire’s surprise the rooms also had video cameras installed along with a vary fancy computer within one of the fancy cabinets flanking the large flat screen television on the wall above the dog beds. The other cabinet she quickly learned contained both bondage devices and instruments of torture. Of course she learned this after Master Sanders tried out a cane and several floggers on them.

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Now once she had been through the torture session Sapphire was freed from Master Cesar so she could wash herself and Breeding Bitch 3382-A. The shower was at least partially refreshing though once they were clean she spent most of the time left scrubbing their clothing clean in the bathroom sink. Then while it dried she had to fix both of their hair and makeup. Now her own wasn’t that bad but get that stupid dog nose and spot drawn over her cousin’s nose and eye was a pain in the ass.

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Though once they were finished redressing in their clean albeit damp clothing they were allowed to see the view from the balcony. Now once they were lead on to the balcony their immediate concern was the cages hang off the side of the hotel. But they would have to wait until midway through their stay until they got to experience that. With an worried look in their eyes they instead looked over the courtyard of the hotel.

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The centerpiece was the large swimming pool that almost looked like a tropical lagoon complete with a large stone waterfall. Surrounding it were tall palm trees with various other tropical plants spaced throughout the courtyard. Then of course there were the tables and chairs spread throughout the courtyard for guests to relax alongside the pool.

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Though based on what she saw they were more interested in either being serviced by or tormenting their slaves then relaxing. She could see a couple of slaves tied to trees being whipped. While several others pleasured their owners. Yet a few of the slaves seamed to be allowed some rest. Sapphire could see them either sunbathing or swimming nude with their owners in the pool.

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Now any relaxation those slaves were having came to a sudden end as Master Sanders’s true reasoning for them being on that balcony became known. It began when he bent Sapphire over the railing. Once she was positioned the way he wanted her proceeded to start her first breeding session at this place. He would then proceed to violently fuck her from behind where everyone could see.

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Now by the time he had cum almost all of the people below were also fucking their slaves. Sapphire then was made to stay in that position for around thirty minutes. Of course Breeding Bitch 3382-B2 got her own breeding session shortly after Sapphire’s but by that time the orgy below was in full swing. These breeding sessions would then become part of both cousins morning routine.

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Unfortunately once the session was over Sapphire’s collar was once again chained to Master Cesar’s just in time for him to start his own breeding session. While they were being fucked by the dogs Master Sanders would then dress himself. Though he tended just to were a pair of shorts if he just didn’t go out in the nude. He did wear more clothing when they went out to eat since the restaurants required the masters to wear suits and the mistresses to wear fancy dresses and gowns.

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Now them going out usually happened shortly after the cousins were freed from the dogs’ knots and had sucked their cocks clean. They would then spend the day sitting on the beach or relaxing around the pool. They also would sample the resort’s slaves from time to time. While Master Sanders was content to confine his sexual energy on the cousins he still loved watching them pleasuring other slaves and each other.

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This is where Sapphire got another unpleasant experience but surprisingly it didn’t involve her being raped, tortured, or humiliated in anyway. Instead it was a reunion with another slave she’d been happy to had never seen again. Strangely enough this slave had actually once been considered Sapphire’s best friend. Yet that friendship had ended shortly after they first had collars put around their necks.

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At that time they had been Stephanie and Jamie two girls that grew up in a private boarding school together. Neither of them really socialized with the other girls with a few exceptions. Yet once they reached adulthood and the truth of their existence was known to them the friendship ended as suddenly as both of their hopes and dreams for the future.

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Apparently it had been due to the fact that Jamie and three other slaves were to be sold as virgins. Since they were the only ones not being repeatedly violated as part of their training it created an animosity between the virgins and the other girls being constantly raped. First there was just snide comments or dirty looks shot at them but this divide began to intensify. Until finally Stephanie convinced the others to rape the virgins in the shower one day. Now they couldn’t get at their hymens like they wanted due to the chastity belts they were forced to wear. Yet the virgins were still forced to eat out the others then being made to drink their piss before the scat play was thrown into the violation.

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This incident not only was a betrayal for them all but it also destroyed the last remnants of the person Jamie was before. In her place was just number 3382-C3 the terrified Pleasure Slave waiting timidly to be sold. This persona that had taken hold of her combined with her virginity had then attracted the wrong sort of attention when she was auctioned off. As she was sold off as a pain slave number 3382-C3 was now the property of an aging mistress that delighted in hearing her screams. While the bitch couldn’t swing a whip that hard number 3382-C3 soon learned to fear the cattle prod among few other instruments of torture.

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If it hadn’t been for that sadistic bitch that owned her suddenly dying in her sleep and number 3382-C3 then being sold to Master Sanders then her life would’ve been way worse. It then took so much more effort for Master Sanders to turn her from skittish number 3382-C3 into Sapphire. Only now that she’s undergoing a new training regiment intended to make her a better slave for her master and husband in comes Stephanie at the worst moment of her life. Sapphire could only wonder what Stephanie would do to screw her over this time.

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She was a slave of this very attractive blonde mistress that seamed a little soft on not only Stephanie but other slaves. It was the way she kept looking away while other slaves were whipped or when the dogs were fucking the cousins that told Sapphire this woman didn’t like watching slaves being subjected to the more extreme torments and possibly them being inflicted on slaves at all. In fact this woman seamed more of a submissive hiding in the clothing of a dominatrix to Sapphire. Especially since this woman had been soft enough to allow Stephanie to keep her name made Sapphire wonder which one was really holding the leash and which one was actually wearing it when they were alone.

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This observation about this mistress was also noticed by Master Sanders. He had saw how this woman had kept timidly looking away from the suffering of the slaves. But he had also noticed how she was rubbing her legs together at the same time she would look away. He could tell by that reaction and the subtle scent her pussy was giving off she was aroused by what she was seeing. Yet he also saw an guilty look briefly wash over her face before she would look away and recognized the signs.

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He was also curious about the fact she was wearing so much clothing when everyone else was basically walking around naked. From the bikini bottom she modestly had covered by the sarong. Then the white blouse she wore over her top. Even though front of the blouse was completely open she didn’t have much of her flesh on display. Her dressing that conservatively made him wonder about her reasons for being at the resort. She did seam like she was trying to relax as she tried to read the book she held. Yet even with her naked slave kneeling somewhat obediently next to her she seamed out of place there.

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He began making plans to contact several associates as he stood up from his seat. Taking the dogs’ leashes in hand he decided head back to the room. The dogs needed rest and he had to make a few calls. First he needed answers from Sapphire on who that slave was and why seeing her made Sapphire so angry.

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A few days later after several phone calls, a few bribes, and several other shady deeds Master Sanders had some of the answers he wanted. He knew who the slave was, her connection to Sapphire, who the mistress was, and even why she was at the resort. He was even able to figure out her patterns somewhat. The only thing he hadn’t been able to take care of was confirming either of his four possible theories about her yet.

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The most likely theory was she was one of those mistresses that don’t care for the suffering and humiliation of slaves but still got enjoyment out of them providing her pleasure. Two do to her attractive face and body she didn’t like drawing attention to herself out of the logical assumption someone would try to enslave her. The third most likely theory was maybe she was actually a sub passing herself off as a dom for the additional protections from enslavement the position provided. The final theory was he just was reading something in to the situation that wasn’t actually there because he saw her more as a potential slave than a worthy mistress. After all maybe she was actually a cruel saddest but preferred not to show that side to others including other members of the organization.

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Now since this Mistress Samantha Cole didn’t ever attend any organizational functions there wasn’t anyone who knew anything about her fetishes or other tastes. In fact the only thing any of his contacts could figure out was she kept to herself and was never seen as more than a partial member of the organization. She only owned one slave a number 2859-A2C one of the few forth generational slaves classified as a Pleasure Slave/Personal Assistant.

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Now why this Mistress Cole suddenly decided to show up to an organizational resort to attend a slave auction only she knew. Since she had gotten by with only one slave for two years without making any attempt at acquiring any more. The easiest thing he found out was not long after their paths crossed she started asking her own questions about him. Apparently she wasn’t the only one that had made an impression on the other one. Though her interest in him mostly involved Sapphire’s enslavement to the dog more than any interest in him personally. He decided it was time to see how this Mistress Cole responded to a little dinner theater.

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Getting the restaurant to go along with his plans wasn’t that hard a little expensive but not hard. Now getting them to go along with the performance was actually the easiest aspect but they still wanted compensation for the strain it would put on the wait staff slaves. He even had a special package shipped in just for tonight. Now Sapphire wasn’t quite ready but the signs were looking promising to him.

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Master Sanders Stood at the back of the room in the shadows silently watching the other diners taking their seats He had to suppress the grin that he felt come across his face as he watched Mistress Cole getting directed to her table. He could tell she was uneasy with the crowd that was building but he wondered how she would react once things got set in motion.

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He had to admit she was probably the best looking woman in the room not wearing a collar. Not that the other mistresses were ugly but Mistress Cole was just so beautiful there was no comparison. With her hair up like that and that form fitting black dress she had on she looked simply amazing. It showed the perfect amount of cleavage on her fantastic breasts and the slits in the sides showed off her fine sculpted legs encased in black stockings.

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He couldn’t help it by wondering how many other masters and mistresses had looked at her and thought about how she would look cowering in their dungeons. His rough guess would’ve been all of them but that was the only certainty of what he was doing. Granted putting a collar on her was possibility at that time he was only doing this to gain a better understanding of her tastes. He had to put these thoughts aside for now as he decided to put the next part of his plan in motion.

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Slipping out a back door then quickly moving around to the entrance wasn’t that difficult. The bellhop was waiting just as he had instructed fearfully holding Cesar’s leash. He could see that the slave was keeping a safe distance from the dog sitting proudly behind an extremely nervous Sapphire. Her nervousness was to be expected she knew that he was expecting a lot from her that evening and didn’t want to fail him.

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Granted Sapphire was most definitely not in the best shape. The last few days she been continuously raped by Master Cesar and a few times by Master Lighting with little rest in between rapes. To be truthful she was on the verge of collapse both mentally and physically. If the look of exhaustion on her face didn’t give this away her outfit did.

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Her corset had been ripped to shreds leaving not only a lot of skin visible but also her belly button piercing and her identification tag. Just had her stockings and her sleeves been reduced to a similar state. Even the gloves had chunks of fabric missing along with several fingers. Her hair was disheveled and her mascara was already running down her cheeks the way she was crying. Taking ahold of the leash he got Cesar and his bitch moving towards the restaurant’s entrance.

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Once inside he handed the leash to a waiting staffer that took the two out of sight. While at the same time he was shown to a table right by Mistress Cole’s table insuring they were practically sitting next to one another. Strangely enough they had never actually talked until this point but she seamed completely unaware there was an ulterior motive for their proximity.

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She seamed a little leery when he introduced himself but that could just be unease with a stranger approaching her. She did have a pleasant personality unlike many of the other mistresses who were die hard dikes that had very little to do with males. He also saw the same laxness in the discipline of her slave kneeling at her feet Sapphire had noticed earlier.

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Based on what he had learned about this slave being to careless around her could get Mistress Cole into trouble eventually. While he wasn’t against her falling in to that trap Master Sanders also wasn’t fond of the idea of someone else getting their hands on her. If this mistress did end up on the wrong end of a leash he wanted to be the one holding it.

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Even with her leeriness about his presence he was soon sitting across from her at her table. He even got her to share a bottle of wine with him as they ate dinner together. They talked mostly about business unrelated to the training and use of sex slaves in an attempt to temporarily avoid the elephant in the room. Though as the manager of the restaurant approached the table this soon was going to become impossible.

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The manager’s presence was the moment his plans hit the point of no return. While he hadn’t broached the subject of training slaves nonetheless he still wanted to see her reaction so he gave the go ahead. Now as the manager left Mistress Cole was eyeing him and Master Sanders with a suspicious look on her face.

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He figured she knew of the other mistresses he’d managed to enslave since the incidents had unfortunately made him a minor celebrity within the organization. While the enslavement of Janet Watson, her daughters plus the two members of her board, and their daughters, along with the two personal assistants were his most recent conquests he had also been responsible for several others. He was the one they discovered what current Kennel Bitch and former Mistress Melissa Hardman was up to then exposed it. He even had had set up her enslavement to happen at that auction where he first sampled the Sisters.

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The one he was best respected for and the most proud of was a Mistress Mei Yomagato. Of a Japanese and Filipino pedigree that bitch had been one of those sadistic diehard lesbian dikes that was disliked or hated even by other mistresses. Besides the satisfaction of taking her down he ended up with his favorite brothel because of her.

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Granted the Kennel Club wasn’t her brothel but instead it was her home and workplace as an organizational slave trapper. Yet the property was ideal for the purpose thanks to her modifications for processing and training freshly captured slaves. He just needed to modify the upstairs to fit fantasy fulfillment requirements. She even provided the leverage necessary to keep unwanted people from looking to close at the operation. He even came up with a use for the theater she use to to auction off her product from.

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Now this accomplishment wasn’t really known until after the incident with Janet Watson. He had managed to keep his involvement secret until then. Unfortunately to take down Watson he had to make his ownership of the brothel known plus he wanted to be there to see the look on her face when it happened.

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Yet as an unintentional side affect he was now getting a suspicious look from another potential target. He could see the way Mistress Cole was now keeping a close watch on not only him but everyone else in the restaurant especially the exits. Deciding the time had come to acknowledge the elephant in the room he went ahead and told her to go ahead and ask him the question she needed answered.

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“Are you trying to spring a trap to enslave me Master Sanders? Because I can tell you right now it’s not going to work. While I don’t travel the normal circles within the organization for this vary reason I have taken precautions before coming here.”

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Master Sanders could tell by her tone of voice when she said the part about taking precautions she was bluffing but he decided to gage her reaction to the prospect of becoming his slave but at the same time try and distract her some when he answered.

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“While I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t out to get a collar around your throat. What that conversation was about was part of my Slave Wife’s training. Any plans I have for having my way with your helpless body before giving you to my dogs and finally putting you in my brothel will involve more than a whispered conversation with a restaurant manager.”

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While he mentioned what he wanted to do with her he was pleasantly surprised by her reaction. She was definitely a closeted submissive but she was also now more leery of him than ever before now she knew for certain he wanted her for a slave. She was now giving the exits the majority of her attention now. Yet she was also showing a bit of embarrassment because she correctly guessed what the knowing look he gave her was about. Her secret was out to someone that wasn’t hiding his intentions of making her his slave. Still since he wasn’t trying anything to block her making an escape if necessary along with the fact he wasn’t actually trying to hide his intentions she decided to find out more about his plans for her.

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“ So what are your plans to make me your slave? Is it to have someone waiting outside to grab me if I bolt from the restaurant? Or do you have someone waiting around or in my bungalow to grab me?”

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His laugh was more about her lack of imagination and naivety then her bluntness. If she seriously thought that was what it was going take to enslave her was simple snatch and grab then it was a major miracle this woman wasn’t already wearing a collar. It also told him he definitely needed to act to keep someone else from getting their hands on her. It was now certain this woman’s freedom was on borrowed time and he definitely needed to step up his game as he responded.

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“While I’ll admit I’m not above the opportunist tactics used to trap girls from sororities. An grade A piece of ass like yourself would require more work then chloroform in a dark alley or someone hiding in your closet. No when your on your knees sucking my cock it will because you were soundly defeated in a contest of intellects. More over you will know not only how you ended up servicing your superior but also how inferior your attempts to avoid enslavement actually were. That way you will always know your proper place is kneeling at the feet of others at the end of a leash. But before that I would suggest you watch my wife’s little performance so you can see how a proper slave acts.”

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Mistress Cole was seriously worried now she knew her bluff had been unsuccessful. More over the talk of her kneeling at the feet of others while on a leash was turning her on. Even as she was trying to figure out what he was implying by the contest of intellects comment she could feel her pussy dampen. It also didn’t help that a sexy as hell naked asian sex slave suddenly walked on the dining floor of the restaurant. While she hadn’t seen this slave before she did recognize the other slave being dragged behind the dog the asian slave was leading by a leash.

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Mistress Cole cursed herself for taking the risk of coming to this resort being a submissive. For years she had successfully hidden this aspect of her life. First from her grandmother the first Mistress Cole. Her grandmother had cruel streak towards anyone who shamed her including her own children. Her grandmother had actually sold all of her daughters into slavery with the exception of Samantha’s. Though once Samantha had been born her mother joined her siblings. Then from the organization who she joined for the sole purpose of avoiding forced enslavement. About the only one that knew was her slave who had been a gift from her mother before she died two years ago.

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While she hadn’t wanted to own a slave she accepted Stephanie more than anything to keep up appearances. But even though she hadn’t planned on it she was grateful to have her. Stephanie was able to give her the domination she required without the risk of enslavement. Only now this man with a history of out witting mistresses and making them slaves was not only after her but she was certain also knew her secret. Every time she reacted to one of his references to her performing submissive sex acts he gave her the same knowing smile.

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Giving the exits another look she contemplated making a run for it even as the asian slave seamed to reach her own destination on the stage set up for entertaining the diners. Mistress Cole realized that running away would only work into his hands decided to hold her position. From what this man had said his plans was something more intricate then drugging her or kidnapping. Taking a sip of wine to try and calm herself she instead focused her attention on both the immediate threat of this man and this show he was having put on as an obvious distraction.

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The asian slave lead the dog to the center of the stage and released the leash. The dog seamed to move off and start maneuvering the other slave that had been forced to follow behind them. First he did it by dragging her behind him by the length of chain connecting both of their collars but once he had moved as far as he could that way he used a different method of positioning her. He moved behind her and seamed to be ordering her with a series of menacing barks and growls. Then once he has the slave where he wanted her the dog barks at her to get her to face the audience before giving her a quick nip to the ass that makes her drop to her knees.

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Only once she was kneeling right in front of their table did the dog sit down right behind the slave. With her attention split between the slave on stage and the man watching her intently Mistress Cole barely noticed the gasp of surprise followed by Stephanie saying “OH MY GOD!”. Looking down at her only confident she is shocked by the look on her face as Stephanie looked up at the terrified slave on stage. There is no denying that the suspicions Stephanie had that she knew this man’s wife were correct and that she now recognized who this pour woman was. Unfortunately this was when Master Sanders decided to make not only his intentions for Stephanie known but the fact he knew more about the connection between the two then Mistress Cole did.

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“I see that treacherous slave that you keep with you has recognized my wife. She needn’t be concerned anymore about Sapphire recognizing her to. That happened days ago apparently there’s no for forgetting your best friend betraying you the way she did. But if she is worried about grudges Sapphire had a message for her. She said there is a special place in hell for people like her but she is content with the fact she will be spending the rest of her life in a brothel before that happens.”

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Now Mistress Cole is confused it was certain that she was this man’s target. Yet now there was obviously bad blood between Stephanie and this slave named Sapphire. The only question was what had happened. It definitely happened before she knew Stephanie since she’s the only owner that Stephanie has had. Now the use of treacherous and special place in hell implied there was some sort of betrayal.

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More over this man’s temperament changed from when he was talking about enslaving her and Stephanie. When he was talking about enslaving her it was more matter of fact then anything emotional about it. Yet when it came to Stephanie his tone of voice was more angry and vindictive like it was a personal score he was settling. Mistress Cole had instinctively realized she was out matched by the planning of this man.

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She also knew whatever he had planned he had been working on for some time. She needed to come up with something quick since it wasn’t just her fate on the line here. But the only thing that she could think of was trading Stephanie for her freedom or at least enough time to not only fulfill her reason for being here but to come up with something to save herself. She didn’t want to do this to Stephanie but based on the look of guilt on her face as she looked at this Sapphire then she probably made a similar decision once upon a time.

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Steadying her nerves she started form a basic plan before she patted Stephanie on the head to get her attention. Looking down at her with a sorrowful expression she silently mouthed the words I’m Sorry before look back at Master Sanders. She was just about to speak before he stopped her by raising his hand palm out and nodding towards the stage. Mistress Cole saw the asian slave was now standing next to this Sapphire that was at all intensive purposes at the center of this issue holding a microphone up to her lips. Before Mistress Cole had a chance to figure out what was happening the asian slave began speaking.

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“Greetings if you could please direct your attention to the stage. While most of you may not know me but I’m here to provide you all with a little entertainment to go with the fine meals you all are having. Now to be comparable to the cuisine of this outstanding establishment this performance will be involve the degradation of the slave you all see kneeling at my feet.”

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Now most of the guests had either seen Sapphire’s repeated violations by the dog or heard about them. Plus Jade’s own performances was well known by the members of the organization so they had a good guess as to what the show was going to be. So once she mentioned Sapphire’s impending degradation a wave of applause rose up. Now since this was a different type of crowd then at the brothel it was mostly just clapping hands and there were none of the cat calls and wolf whistles she was used to. Still Jade graciously acknowledged it when she began to speak again.

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“Now based on your applause you have a good idea of what is coming but an explanation along with some introductions are in order before we began. I am Head Madam 3613-A of the Kennel Club Brothel. A few weeks ago I served as the Maid of Honor at the wedding of my owner Master Robert Sanders and his Slave Bride Sapphire who see kneeling before you. Now at the conclusion of the wedding ceremony my master not only began breeding his new wife to produce him an heir but at the same time this slave started to undergo a special training regiment intended to bring out the ultimate level of obedience and dedication from her.”

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Mistress Cole like almost all the others in the restaurant couldn’t look away as Jade spoke. The only one not watching Jade was her owner. Master Sanders had seen Jade conduct countless performances already and knew she was more than capable of doing this without his involvement. So as she continued speaking his sole focus was on Mistress Samantha Cole’s reaction.

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“Now I know many of you had not only seen her daily breeding sessions but have a good idea of part of this training regiment entitles but I’ll go into the specifics to fill in some of the gaps. After her first breeding session at the wedding she was also given to the dog you see sitting behind her. For all intensive purposes this dog is her owner the same as her husband. The dog has complete control over her body and can use her however he wants whenever he wants just as if he was a human.”

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As Jade pauses for the crowd’s applause Master Sanders is shocked by what he is seeing from Mistress Cole. While she is listening to Jade talk one of her hands had slipped under the table. Now he isn’t in a position to see but he is almost certain he knows where the hand is and what it was doing. Glancing at her empty wine glass he knows it is only a matter of time now.

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Mistress Cole on the other hand is spellbound by the explanation. Besides being a closet submissive she has a secret desire to be fucked by a dog. She had even bought a special strap-on shaped like a dog’s cock for Stephanie to fuck her with. In fact after she first crossed paths with Master Sanders that day by the pool and she saw Sapphire being fucked by the dog she had to rush back to her bungalow. She then spent the next hour on her hands and knees while Stephanie fucked her like a proper bitch.

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Now that she is hearing that this Sapphire isn’t just the wife and slave of Master Sanders but the dog also she is almost overwhelmed with arousal. As thoughts of herself in as similar situation fill her head her hands start to involuntarily drift about her body. Even as Jade continues one hand had slipped beneath her dress and was rubbing her pussy through her panties.

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“ For those who haven’t seen it the dog not only gets to fuck his human slave bitch whenever he wants but she must also suck his cock whenever he wants. Along with not being able to go anywhere the dog doesn’t allow. This only ends once the bitch is broken of all will to resist and gives herself over to the dog accepting his claiming ownership of her body. Only once that happens is the bitch allowed to crawl ahead of her master on a leash and allowed out of the clothing she has been wearing since her canine master first claimed her as his bitch.”

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As Jade pauses after completing the explanation of the bitch claiming ritual the sounds of whistling joins the clapping of hands. However Master Sanders is no longer paying attention whatsoever Mistress Cole now has his complete attention. There is no longer any guess work necessary to know what her hands are doing. The aphrodisiac he had slipped into her drink had taken effect earlier then planned and was working better than anticipated. While the hand stroking her pussy wasn’t visible the one playing with her left breast most definitely was. Before this night was over with she would be not only his slave but would do so of her own free will. Or at least how she saw it after Jade concluded the performance.

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“Now though constant and brutal fucking of her canine master has pour little Sapphire here at her braking point. She only needs one more brutal fucking before she becomes a true bitch and the increase the humiliation she has been enduring it needs to be public. So we are not only giving you all a front row seat but the privilege of giving the command for the dog to give her the pounding she requires. Now if you would look in the cards on the centerpieces of your tables you will see five words written. On the count of three everyone is to yell the command as loud as they can and the rest will take care of itself.”

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As Jade gives the dinners the opportunity to read the command Master Sanders is forced to tear his attention from Mistress Cole openly masturbating in front of him to the terrified expression on Sapphire’s face. As much as he wanted to stop this it now had to run it’s course. Still he had to do something for Sapphire that was supportive and spoke to the reason for the suffering she was enduring. So as she was looking at him intently hoping for mercy he mouthed the words. “Your making your master very proud and very happy.” Before nodding to Jade to start the count.

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“Alright remember everybody when I get to three everyone yell the command with me. One!!! TWO!!! THREE!!! RIP THE BITCH A NEW ONE!!!!”

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Master Sanders took a quick glance at Mistress Cole as Master Cesar was mounting Sapphire. Mistress Cole now had a breast exposed and based on the sounds he was hearing from under the table a couple of fingers in her pussy. As much as he wished he could watch her Sapphire needed his attention more. Even as Master Cesar’s cock was being thrust violently in to Sapphire’s pussy Master Sanders had established unblinking eye contact were her. Their shared gaze would only be broken when Sapphire was overwhelmed by the massive orgasm.

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The next morning he would wake up with Sapphire in his arms. She was sleeping so peacefully with her back pressed against him. A subtle shifting of the bed behind him made him remember who was spooned against his back. A quick glance over his shoulder and he saw Jade sleeping almost as peacefully as Sapphire.

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As much as he didn’t want to wake either one of them they had a busy day ahead of them. First they needed to take both dogs and Breeding Bitch 3382-B2 out for a walk so they could do their business. Then there was the matter of his two newest Brothel Whores to take care of.

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Now he was in no hurry to take Brothel Whore 2859-A2C from the cage hanging off of the balcony. But former Mistress Samantha Cole was a different story. Once she had willingly surrendered herself to enslavement she proved to be quite a eager and obedient slave. On top of that she was a very good fuck with a tight pussy and he suspected an even tight ass hole. She was guaranteed to become very popular with the brothel’s customers.

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But that wasn’t important to Master Sanders as he looked at her curled up in the cage built into the nightstand. Instead his memory drift to the events leading to her having that collar around her neck. It still amazed him how charged her felt afterwards. He had not only fucked Sapphire until she passed out but he actually fucked Jade for the first time.

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It started shortly after Master Cesar knotted Sapphire. Master Sanders had stood up and moved closer to the stage so he could be closer to Sapphire. As he affectionately stroked Sapphire’s hair while looking at her with pride before kissing her he became aware of the sounds of the other dinners. Looking around the restaurant he saw the expected full blown orgy in progress.

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The other dinners’ slaves along with those amongst the wait staff were all getting hard poundings. But what drew his attention was the terrified slave kneeling by his table and her mistress who was nearly unconscious from a massive self induced orgasm. The top of Mistress Cole’s dress was pulled down exposing both her breasts. While the bottom of the dress had been pulled aside allowing her soaking wet pussy to be easily visible. Especially they way her legs were widely spread with her wet panties hanging around her left ankle. After whispering to Sapphire about how happy she had just made him he decided to give Mistress Cole his terms for her surrender.

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As she was just starting to recover he sat down on the edge of the table in front of her. As he gave her a chance to get her wits about her he gave her exposed breasts and pussy a good looking over. That over grown blonde bush of hers was going to have to be permanently removed but otherwise his earlier assessment of her was a hundred percent correct.

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She was indeed a grade A piece of ass and she was now primed for enslavement. She soon came out of her orgasmic stupor and realized the position she was now in. Even as she was moving to cover her crotch and breasts with her arms he was stopping her with just the words from his lips.

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“Don’t bother you soon will only be wearing a collar anyway so it no longer matters who sees you like that. In fact odds are it will probably take you awhile to earn lingerie privileges once you reach the brothel. So you should start getting used to showcasing your body now. Your only option now is to turn over all of your possessions and yourself to me and willingly become a sex slave.”

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Mistress Cole was now totally humiliated as well as terrified as the prospect of a lifetime of sexual slavery was hanging over her head. For some reason she had become overcome by her lust and in the heat of the moment publicly masturbated in front of someone out to put her in chains. Plus this had rendered her only bargaining chip useless. The only thing she had to offer was to give him Stephanie along with the willing use of her body. But she couldn’t afford to lose her freedom this close to the auction to much was now riding on her shoulders. So she started to try and bargain with him.

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“Please I’ll give you my slave and you can fuck me whenever and however you want but please let me keep my freedom. If I’m a slave someone I care about will suffer a horrible fate. So please just make me your slut and not your slave.”

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While he wasn’t going to accept her offer he decided to find out the story about this friend of hers. So he told her he would think about her offer but she had to explain the situation with her friend first. She had been crying uncontrollably since he laid her impending enslavement on her but once the prospect of not ending up in a cage developed her tears started to slow.

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She explained that her oldest and dearest friend had been captured by slavers while partying on spring break. It had taken a lot of doing but she found out her friend was being sold at the upcoming auction at the resort. She then traveled there for no other reason than to buy her friend before the friend was sold to some horrible person. Master Sanders did feel a little sorry for her but she was still going to be wearing a collar no matter what but he did decide to change his terms slightly.

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“Your offer is not good enough once your my slave I’ll have all of that anyway. BUT I will offer you two options to choose from. First I take as my slave unwillingly along with all of your possessions then just to torture you I’ll buy your friend and resale her to this producer of snuff films I know. OR you can willingly become a slave turn over your possessions and as an act of kindness I’ll buy your friend and you can serve together in the brothel. BUT understand which one you choose doesn’t matter to me your ending up in a collar no matter what.”

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With really no choice she accepted his second offer. Then upon his order for her to strip her dress was soon laying on the floor at her feet. Next he had her laying on top of the table in front of him on her with her legs spread as wide as she could. Then as a final act of submission she not only loudly begged him to make her his slave but she also pleaded for a nice hard fucking that he quickly gave her.

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Now while he was giving her tight pussy it’s first cum bath as sex slave. He got a good idea for some pay back for Sapphire. It took only a quick signal for Jade to come to him. Then after a few whispered instructions Jade had a hold of Stephanie’s leash. Even as Stephanie was taken on stage her former owner was ordered wrap her legs around her master’s hips. Samantha Cole was soon meeting her master’s thrusts as her moaning started to fill the air.

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Stephanie on the other hand was immediately put to work licking Sapphire’s pussy clean once Master Cesar pulled free from her. Granted it took the threat of being fucked by the dog herself to get Stephanie to comply. But she was soon sucking as much of the dog cum as she could from Sapphire’s pussy like there was no tomorrow once the additional threat of having to give Master Cesar a blow job was added. It didn’t hurt that Sapphire was currently performing that task herself. So just the mention of it wouldn’t be too much trouble to have Stephanie take Sapphire’s place provided just enough encouragement.

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Master Sanders on the other hand had slowed things down with his fucking of Samantha Cole. He was holding her on the very edge of her climax and had his own plan for her. He would pound her pussy as hard as he could until he could see her getting close to orgasm. Then at the last second before she crested that peak he would either stop thrusting entirely or just slow down till her building orgasm began to subside. He would keep repeating this until the desperation was written plainly across her face. Finally he told her if she wanted to cum she had to beg for the privilege like a proper slave. Without the slightest hesitation she was pleading with him.

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“Please Master let this worthless Slave cum. Please Master this Slave can’t hold out any longer. Please Master allow this worthless Slave the privilege of cumming around your wonderful cock.”

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Master Sanders let her plead and beg a little longer before he couldn’t take anymore. Grabbing her hair her forced her to look him in the eyes as he started to pound her pussy as hard as he could. Like wanton harlot her hips were rising to meet his thrusts. Until finally he saw she was on the edge of orgasm yet again. Only this time as she started to plead he looked her directly in the eyes as he spoke.

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“Cum for your Master Slave and show the world you are just a bitch in heat that can’t get by without her pussy filled with a cock.”

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Master Sanders then harnessed the last reserves of his strength was he gave her gave her the most powerful thrusts he had left as he felt his balls empty into her spasming pussy. At the same time he bathed her insides in semen an even more massive orgasm then her last one exploded from deep within her. Her whole body contorted as her back arched backwards and she cried out louder then she had ever before in orgasm. Even as she was screaming in orgasmic bliss the intensity was to much for her as her eyes rolled back in their sockets and she was out for the count this time.

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She wouldn’t remember being carried from the restaurant over Master Sanders’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Or him taking her back to his room naked or him putting her in the cage she woke up in. All she knew she was on all fours in the tight confines of the cage with a collar around her neck and her panties shoved in her mouth. With no recollection as to how she got there she searched her memory and everything suddenly came back to her.

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Suddenly in a panic she frantically looks around the room the best she can. She can see the cage is right next to a bed and she can hear the sounds of multiple people sleeping together. She remembered he had two slaves’ last night. That asian slave that said she was the Head Madam of his brothel and the other was his wife believed her name was Sapphire. Then there was that little redheaded slave he was with the other day. That one she could see curled up on the floor by the foot of the bed so the other two were probably on the bed with him.

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She had seen how he was with those two and doubted he was making them sleep in cages. But she also remembered the mistress that warned her about this man said that redhead on the floor was a lesser wife he was breeding they also said he was also breeding his wife Sapphire. If he was making one of the women carrying his child sleep on the floor then there was no telling what he would do to his other slaves.

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As she thought of his other slaves she suddenly remembered Stephanie. How she could have been so engrossed in her own problems and forget about Stephanie she didn’t know. Her guilt for forgetting about Stephanie was suddenly amplified by the fact she also sold Stephanie out to this man so she could save her and Natalie’s asses. She started to frantically look for Stephanie when she was startled by a voice from the bed.

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“You should try and get some sleep your getting your slave markings later today and trust me your definitely going need your rest for that.”

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Looking up at the bed she saw the asian slave looking down at her. There was a look of pity on her face so maybe she could tell her where Stephanie was. She pulled the panties from her mouth and looked up at her quickly trying to think of the best way to ask her when she seamed to read her mind.

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“If you are talking those out to ask me let you go it’s best you just stuff them back in now. But if you want to know about your former slave I’ll tell you on two conditions. One you put those panties back where you found them and two you curl up and try to get some sleep like I just told you to.”

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Former Mistress Cole quickly shoved the panties back her mouth as the asian slave twirled a finger. Former Mistress Cole could understand what she was implying as she did her best to curl up and get comfortable in the confines of the small cage. Once she was curled up as comfortably as she could get. She looked up at the asian slave with pleading look. Again it was like this asian sex slave could read her mind as she spoke.

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“Unfortunately your former slave is in one of those cages over hanging the balcony. As for your friend you came here to help the master will honor the agreement he made with you. So the only things you are to worry about now about is trying to sleep and being the best slave you possibly can for your owner. I’ll say this one last time you will need your rest so get to sleep.”

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As hard as it was former Mistress Cole was soon able to get to sleep. She wasn’t sure if it was the memory of those orgasms she had or that she knew that he would be helping Natalie like he promised. Perhaps it was she no longer had to fear enslavement or hiding her submissive nature but even though she was now a slave she felt more free than she had during her entire lifetime. So she was soon sleeping more peacefully than she ever had before.

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A week later Brothel Whore 4637 was kneeling in her shipping crate on her owner’s plane. She was actually looking forward to life in the brothel. She had been repeatedly humiliated and fucked since her enslavement loving every minute of it. While Samantha Cole hadn’t liked showing off her body Brothel Whore 4637 couldn’t get enough of being paraded naked in front of large groups. She almost couldn’t wait to get to the brothel even though the two slaves in the crates next hers we’re probably not as eager as she was to get there.

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The torment and humiliation for Brothel Whore 2859-A2C1 had been the most intensive. Not only had she had her head shaved but they applied a hair removal cream that insured her long black hair would never grow back. They also had Brothel Whore 2859-A2C1 tattooed on the back of her head and forehead. Granted this was the only mercy they had shown her. She had been repeatedly raped and tortured until she could only cower in fear when ever she saw her owner or Sapphire approaching. Brothel Whore 4637 felt the sorriest for her but she dared not get on her master’s bad side.

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Then there was the soft sobbing coming from the last crate. Master Sanders had kept his word and bought Brothel Whore 4637’s friend. That one had had a most difficult time not only accepting being enslaved but sold to a brothel. The petite blonde had been crying almost non-stop since the auction and would probably end up suffering greatly as she was trained to her new owner’s standards. Still Brothel Whore 4583 should fit in once she gets it through her head that she was a slave now.

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As cute as she was Master Sanders was certain she was the replacement he had been looking for Breeding Bitch 3382-B2. Brothel Whore 4583 had that same sweet and innocent vibe his breeder had and the way she cried all the time only enhanced it. Jade would have no problem training her beg her daddy to stop during rape fantasies and one of Master Lighting’s siblings had already been ordered for her. Her little red riding hood act should be almost as popular as her predecessor’s was.

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Master Sanders may have been going home from his honeymoon early but he had no regrets. It had been a fantastic trip to beautiful place that he didn’t have to hide his lifestyle. He had acquired three new slaves for the brothel and at the same time settled a score for his wife.

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To top things of since Sapphire had been broken by Master Cesar she had become the perfect slave for her husband. With a devotion to his satisfaction that only Jade could match but even that was no longer a issue for Sapphire. The only thing that mattered to her was her husband’s happiness. If it made him happy to be pleasured by Jade as well her Sapphire was fine with it. Besides Sapphire and her cousin would be giving him something more meaningful than any pleasure he got from fucking Jade’s tight pussy and ass.

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They both were now pregnant with sons giving their owner the heirs he desired so much. Even before the plane reached cruising altitude Master Sanders had Sapphire in his lap. While one of his hand fingered her pussy the other was rubbing her stomach. This would become a daily ritual Master Sanders would preform with Sapphire for the next nine months.

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Of course this also lead to the start of another daily routine for the two of them. That was after Master Sanders got Sapphire all worked up by the fingering of her pussy. She would turn around and ride him like a woman possessed until he filled her pussy full of cum. Now her cousin would end up taking Jade’s place of sucking the cum from Sapphire’s pussy after the first time on the plane but otherwise it remained the same.

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Thanks for reading. I’m hoping to get the next part done soon but I’m having trouble deciding on the topic. I’ve got several ideas that would follow new characters but I’m not sure about them.

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The first is another slave auction but they are really being sold this time.

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The second is something I did in an previous story where the slaves are released in the woods and are tracked recaptured then gang raped

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Third the established characters return to the Brothel and help guide new characters.

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Forth is something along the same lines as the Erenisch graphic novel plot line where sexual slavery is made legal. But any such story would probably use different characters or the descendants of the existing characters.

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Feel free to leave suggestions in the comments section if there was somethings you want to read about within the sites allowed limits. Sorry while I didn’t agree completely with some of the age restrictions I won’t violate them either.

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I’ll Also worn you now though I’ve already made references to scat and snuff scenarios I won’t write about them in detail. Sorry but they don’t hold much interest to me other then as something to threaten or torment a character with. I also don’t like the dark places such story lines like snuff take me so please don’t suggest I go there.

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I’m also not that into women fucking horses outside of the cum bath following a blowjob aspect. I’ve watched the porn read the comics but my thing is submissive women with dogs and not horses. So outside of giving a horse a blowjob or possible pony girl training don’t expect much out of me. I’ve been willing to write about a character doing such acts in the past but the last time I did the story ended in the before mentioned dark places I didn’t like.

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So please leave any ideas you may have and if I like them I’ll try to incorporate them into a future chapter.

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Paige is sedated by her therapist, hoisted in a straitjacket and then helpless as she is doctor Kimberly sits down on her face and demands to be orally satisfied.

Trapped In A Straitjacket

‘Wait what?’ Paige said alarmed looking at the cup of pills that Doctor Kimberly had shoved her way. ‘That’s not what I meant. I’m not crazy. I don’t hear voices or anything. I don’t need medication. I think you misunderstood.’

‘I’m sorry, sweetheart.’ The psychiatrist said while tilting her head ever so slowly and giving Paige a polite smile. ‘You’re the one misunderstanding.’

Paige frowned. This was the fourth time she was here for a conversation with doctor Kimberly, after her parents died she’d been a bit overwhelmed and stressed as she was balancing the work she did on her thesis, her internship, and all the hedge funds her father had left her. Her new boyfriend had recommended she’d talk to a therapist and although she had her reservations at first, it turned out to be a great relief to be able to vent to somebody about how crazy life could get at some points. Yet now that same doctor was trying to force her to take pills all those reservations returned again.

‘I’m not taking those.’ Paige said. ‘You know I’m not crazy.’

‘It’s not optional.’ The doctor said. ‘You need to be medicated, you can either take those pills voluntarily or we inject you with a sedative to keep you calm.’

‘I am calm.’ Paige said frustrated.

‘You don’t sound calm.’ There was a smug smile on the psychiatrists face. ‘Just take your pills sweetheart.’

‘No.’ Paige said. ‘I refuse.’

‘That saddens me.’ The doctor said. ‘But then we’ll have to do this the hard way. She opened a drawer and pulled out a little plastic bottle, a syringe and a needle and quite calmly she filled the syringe with the drugs and then attached the needle.

‘I’m not… I…’ Paige realized bickering was pointless, she got up from her chair and walked towards the door. The door was locked and while she was fidgeting with the nob doctor Kimberly caught up to her, she twisted Paige’s arm around her back and forced her back in her chair.

‘Ssh, ssh…’ doctor Kimberly said. ‘Calm down now.’ A moment later she yanked the syringe into Paige’s leg and a burning cloud spread through her skin.

‘Ouch.’ She said indignantly rubbing over the sore spot that was left after the doctor removed the syringe again. ‘Don’t do that, you can’t do that.’

Paige got up from her chair once more, this time the doctor had pushed her back before she was even fully standing up.

‘Just give the drug a minute to kick in.’ She said.

‘No,’ Paige said.

‘Are you feeling something yet?’ The doctor asked. She rubbed her finger over Paige’s cheek, it was a weirdly numb and tingling feeling. Paige leaned back in her chair.

‘No.’ She said defiantly.

‘No?’ The doctor asked. ‘You’re glassy eyes tell a different story missy, and look at how lazy and calm you’re sitting here now, no screaming, no fighting, no attempts to escape anymore.’

Paige looked around and realized the doctor was right, still she hadn’t realized when and where the drugs were starting to take control over her mind, yet now there was this shield of lethargic indifference separating her from the rest of the world. She didn’t care anymore, nothing mattered anymore, only this slightly euphoric numbness, that was quite satisfying but also quite tiring for some reason. She yawned and she felt her eyes burning.

‘Come, give me your hand.’ Doctor Kimberly said.

Paige didn’t quite register what was happening, she felt Doctor Kimberly reaching for her fingers and tugging on her arm, and then her arm was shoved into some sort of rough and stiff cotton sleeve.

‘Other hand.’ Doctor Kimberly ordered and willingly Paige lifted her other hand and put it in doctor Kimberly’s fingers. ‘Good girl,’ Doctor Kimberly said.

Only when the psychiatrist was tugging on both sleeves and tying her arms against her tummy Paige realized she was strapped into a straightjacket.

‘Why?’ she mumbled as eventually her very slow thoughts caught up and attempted to express their confusion. Yet the psychiatrist didn’t pay attention to her. Instead whipped out her phone and was dialing some number.

‘It’s done, Mark.’ The psychiatrist said into the phone.

‘Let me see.’ A distorted voice asked.

The psychiatrist turned the phone around and Paige saw her boyfriend Mark as well as in a little corner of the screen she saw herself, although her face didn’t look like her own face, her hair was all messed up and her eyes were askew, her mouth partly opened and her tongue dangling on her lower lip. She closed her mouth and tried to smile.

‘Mark.’ She wanted to say, but the phone was already gone.

‘Satisfied?’ The psychiatrist asked.

‘Now how long before I can get to the money.’

‘It’ll be a few weeks,’ Doctor Kimberly said. ‘A judge will have to agree that she’s unfit to make her own decisions and appoint you as her conservator, for appearances it’s best if you visit her frequently and play the worried boyfriend, and off course we’ll have to keep her drugged up and loopy in the meantime.’

‘She’ll stay with you right? In your clinic and you’ll take care of the medication.’

‘Hm-mm.’ Doctor Kimberly said. ‘She’s my responsibility. I’ll take care of her in every way imaginable.’ As she was saying that there was a cheeky grin on her face and she winked at Paige. She sat down on a chair next to Paige and pulled on her thigh, then she shoved her hand in between Paige’s legs and started massaging the pussy.

‘And she’ll take care of me, won’t you sweetheart?’ Doctor Kimberly said.

‘You know I can’t pay you until I have been granted access to her money right?’ Mark’s distorted voice said through the phone.

‘I know. I know. I’m calling you because it’s procedure to notify the next of kin when a patient is admitted into the clinic, you know and to ask you if you could bring her some pajama’s or something.’

‘I though she was in a straightjacket?’ He asked.

‘Just be the worried, dutyfull boyfriend and bring her some toiletries, will you? It’s all going to help convince the judge that you’d be a concerned conservator that will have the patients best interest in mind, you don’t want them to assign her a court appointed guardian, do you?’

‘Fine, fine. I’ll bring her some lipsticks or something.’

‘A toothbrush and some pajamas.’ Doctor Kim said.

She put down her phone, but her free hand was still massaging Paige’s crotch, her fingers pressing into the stiff fabric of the jeans, denting her labia ever so softly.

‘What’s going on.’ Paige asked. She had trouble forming words, her thoughts were slow in coming up with the words and her tongue was slurring the syllables as if she’d just taking a few shots after a night of margarita’s.

Doctor Kim was now pulling on her arm and hoisting her up out of the chair.

‘What’s going on?’ Paige asked again.

‘We’re going for a little walk.’ Doctor Kim said. She was supporting Paige’s body as they stepped into the hallway. In quite a haze Paige let herself be guided through the hallways, they turned a corner and another one and the Doctor opened a door with a keycard. Paige was completely disoriented.

They weren’t near the regular offices anymore, they were now in the clinic part, there were other people, other patients of the clinic, yet they weren’t dressed in a straightjacket, and they weren’t as loopy and drugged up as Paige was. Some of them were playing a game together, others were just reading a magazine.

‘Are you new?’ Someone asked her.

‘Leave her be, Rosaleigh,’ Doctor Kimberly said, before Paige could answer she was already pulled away further into the hallway.

‘Trick.’ Paige said. ‘Trick. Trick me.’

‘Ssh, sweetheart, it’s okay, here’s you’re new room.’ Doctor Kimberly pushed her into a small white padded room. There was barely enough space for a bed. She put Paige on the bed and then she went back to the door, but instead of getting out of the room and leaving Paige be, she locked the door from the inside. Then she came back and she sat herself down on the bed next to Paige, within seconds her hand was once more in between Paige’s legs fondling her pussy.

‘It’s okay, sweetheart.’ Doctor Kimberly said. ‘You’re going to stay here for a while until Mark has sorted out all the juridical stuff and you know what, I know my original deal is with Mark, but I’m willing to make a deal with you too, if you make me feel good, I will make you feel good, agreed?’

Paige seemed to be locked in her own numb mind, she did hear that doctor Kimberly stopped talking but it took her a while to realize that meant she had to answer now.

‘What?’ She asked confused. ‘Agreed to what?’

‘Here. Lie down.’ Doctor Kimberly said. She tugged on Paige’s body and then pushed her into the mattress, she unbuttoned the jeans and pulled them off of Paige’s hips, in one motion she also removed the panties, she spread out Paige’s thighs. Firstly licked her own middle finger and then she slid her finger up Paige’s pussy. Slowly she started stimulating her on the inside. Paige was trying her hardest to grasp what was going on, were they going to have sex? But she had a boyfriend, but her boyfriend send her here, her boyfriend was in on it, was this a threesome, no Mark was nowhere to be found.

‘Ssh…’ Doctor Kimberly said. ‘Don’t frown sweetheart. Don’t worry, just enjoy.’

‘Where’s Mark?’ Paige asked.

‘Mark will visit you tonight,’ Doctor Kimberly said, glancing at her watch. ‘We’ll have some time to ourselves right now.’

She was still massaging Paige’s pussy and there was a warm glow emerging in between her legs. Paige shook her head as if she was disagreeing with her body, yet her head shaking didn’t stop her body from twitching with arousal and panting slightly.

Doctor Kimberly was quite adequately stimulating her pussy, not only with a finger on the inside, but now her thumb was also massaging her little clit on the outside.

‘No?’ She asked. ‘Don’t you want Mark to visit tonight, if you don’t want to see him you don’t have to.’

Paige closed her eyes for a moment as she sank away in all the pleasures that were gushing through her pussy. When she tried to open them she noticed her eyelids were incredibly heavy, she wanted to rub her eyes but her arms were still strapped in the straitjacket, how could she have forgotten the straitjacket? Did she drift of for a moment?

Doctor Kimberly was still working her pussy and stimulating the clit. The arousal inside of her was rising and rising. Involuntary her pussy was clasping down on the doctor’s finger her hips had started rocking almost as if she wanted to invite the finger in even deeper.

‘No.’ She mumbled shaking her head, confused by everything that was happening to her, confused by her own body, this wasn’t right, something wasn’t right, but it felt so good, why would she resist something that felt so good.

Her orgasm was building up and then the doctor flicked her clit just right and all the pleasures were released into her body, she went over the edge, her body convulsing as her orgasm crashed through her body.

For a moment she was miles away, trapped in arousal, trapped in her orgasm, trapped in her own body, but even when her breathing calmed down and she managed to open her eyes the world still felt surreal and far away and part of her just wanted to roll over and fall asleep.

‘See,’ doctor Kimberly said. ‘That feels good doesn’t it, now it’s your turn to make me feel good.’

She stripped her own pants of and a moment later the doctor’s bare pussy was exposed.

‘Now you can’t satisfy me with your fingers, can you? Not while wearing the straitjacket.’

‘No.’ Paige said agreeable, the doctor would have to take her straitjacket off.

‘So you’ll have to pleasure me in another way.’ A moment later she smushed her pussy into Kimberly’s face. For a moment she was riding her extremely wet and slippery pussy lips up and down over Paige’s cheeks and mouth and chin.

‘Use your tongue.’ The doctor said frantically panting, still grinding her lady bits all over Paige’s face. ‘Come on lick me, sweetheart, don’t taunt me like this.’

Paige hesitantly opened her mouth and pressed the tip of her tongue into the slimey pussy.

The doctor moaned loudly and started rocking her hips even more.

‘Come on. Give me more.’ The doctor panted. ‘I’m so horny, you’ve turned me on so much, I’m almost there already, just a little bit more. More. More. MORE.’ She sounded increasingly angry and Paige stuck out her tongue a little bit further, she didn’t even have to do anything, the doctor was riding her tongue now, moaning louder and louder until her entire body started shaking and trembling.

‘Yes, that’s it, that’s it.’ She said as her eyes were going cross eyed and then rolling up and away into her skull, the doctor shuddering with pleasure. Loudly grunting as her body kept contracting and jerking in different directions.

A moment later the calmth had returned in the room.

‘Well done sweetheart.’ She bent over and gave Paige a kiss on the lips. ‘Mmm,’ she said. ‘You taste delicious, although it’s probably more accurate to say that I taste delicious.’ She said licking some of her pussy juices from Paige’s chin. ‘You know…’ She said as she was pulling up her own panties and getting herself dressed again. ‘Let’s hope it takes Mark some time to get the conservatorship, I wouldn’t mind keeping you here for a few weeks.’

‘Weeks.’ Paige said although she was more repeating the last syllables she just heard, than that she actually understood what the doctor was talking about.

The doctor crossed her fingers. ‘Let’s hope so.’ She said.

‘Now don’t think I’ve forgotten about our little arrangement. You make me feel good and I will make you feel good.’ The doctor came back with a small syringe. ‘Now listen up Paige.’ She said as she sat down on the bed next to her and dragged the sharp needle across her skin.

‘This medicine is going to make you real good, it’s highly addictive and the more you’ll help me to feel good the more of this drug I will have for you, understood?’

She pressed the needle through Paige’s skin.

‘Here have little taster.’ The doctor said.

Paige heart was beating faster and her cheeks were feeling flushed, she had a hard time controlling her body as the euphoria was gushing through her body, she was writhing around.

‘You like that?’ The doctor asked.

‘Yeah!’ Paige said.

‘You want more, you want me to give you the rest of it?’

‘Yeah!’ Paige nodded her head.

‘Do we have a deal then, are you going to help me feel good?’

‘Yes, yes.’ Paige said somewhat inpatient not really aware of what she was agreeing too.

‘Good.’ The doctor said. ‘Here you go.’ With her thumb she pressed the plunger down and she released all the rest of the drug into Paige’s body. Paige felt overwhelmed with happiness, everything felt so good, the world was so perfect and such a happy place. Her cheeks throbbing with euphoria as her mind was retracting, her thoughts fading and disappearing and she was trapped in this heavenly bliss.

‘Yeah,’ the doctor said while caressing Paige’s cheek. ‘I forgot to mention, this drug will also affect your cognitive abilities and keep you nice and docile and unaware of everything that’s going on, but you don’t mind do you? all you care about now is feeling good, don’t you?’

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The Ghost is dead, but those women who he touched vow to bring him back.

The Devil’s Pact, The Cult of the Ghost
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Chapter One: Worship Orgy

Notes: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this.

Monday, November 19th, 2013 – Deidre Cheshire – Paris, Texas

“It’s true,” I said as I surveyed the room, looking at each of them—his lovers. There were almost thirty women and girls in the room. “The Ghost is dead. But there’s a way to bring him back. If we’re willing to pay the price.”

A great gasp went through the room. Grief painted their faces. We all had been touched by the Ghost. He had inspired such passion in each of us. When he touched your flesh, you felt so happy and joyful. His touch melted your body. And when he was inside you, his invisible cock thrusting away, the pleasure was more intense than any mortal lover.

“What are we going to do, Deidre?” Carla, a busty redhead and famous paranormal investigator, asked. Her footage of the Ghost molesting her had gone viral, though the blossoming Theocracy had pulled down many copies of her video. They were trying to bury the Ghost’s existence.

“Our first problem are these so called gods,” I said, brushing back my tawny hair. “It’s quite clear that anyone who hears their spoken words becomes one of their followers.”

“I’ve heard their words spoken,” gasped Ursula, her large tits straining the front of her Boone cheerleaders outfit. “They’re real Gods, right? You can’t say they’re not. They perform miracles!”

“They are powerful,” I nodded. Inside I groaned. How many others of these women were under Mark and Mary’s control? “But whom do you want to love more, them or the Ghost?”

Ursula bit her lip and turned to Marybeth, a tall and curvy cheerleader with raven black hair. The girls were dating and Marybeth hugged Ursula. “Sweetie, I’ll be with you.”

“I…I want to love the Ghost more. I want to bring him back. That’ll make the Gods happy, right?”

“Yep,” I lied.

“I miss him,” Heather sighed, the redhead pouting. She was definitely one of the Ghost’s favorites. He visited her most nights, sleeping in her bed. “It’s so lonely in my bed without him.”

“I think we’re all committed to saving him,” Carla nodded.

“Yep,” giggled Marissa and Rhonda May, a set of redheaded twins. The Ghost sure did love his redheads.

“The Lionesses will go all the way to save him,” Marybeth declared and the rest of the cheerleader squad all shouted, “All the way!” They were an enthusiastic bunch.

“Okay, for this to work, I first need to know how many are carryin’ his child?”

“I am,” Ursula proudly beamed. “He’s the only man I’ve been with.”

Heather grinned, rubbing her belly. “With how many times I’ve been fucked, of course I’m pregnant.”

“Me and Kelly as well,” Latonya announced, the Black, young woman putting her arm around her fellow cheerleader.

“I am,” Carla smiled.

“He only made love to me once, but it did the trick,” beamed Lizzy.

“He popped her cherry in the shower,” giggled a Hispanic, young woman I didn’t know.

“That was hot,” another young woman laughed.

“Me, too,” a sandy-blonde, young woman named Tammy smiled. She had her arms wrapped around a curly brunette. “That was so hot when he took us in the bathroom at the park, Cheryl-Lynn.”

“Even hotter when he fucked us in my bedroom while my parents were downstairs,” giggled the brunette Cheryl-Lynn. “I think that’s when he got you in the family way.”
I nodded. “Seven. That is perfect.”

“So this involves our babies?” Ursula asked, stroking her stomach. “It won’t…hurt them.”

“Not at all,” I grinned, then I reached into my bra and pulled out a vial filled with the Ghost’s cum. I had collected it out of my pussy the last time he had fucked me. My grief surged inside me. That had been right before that cunt Alison had him executed for being a Warlock. “This is how we begin. We have to dedicate ourselves to him.”

“But we’re only supposed to worship the Living Gods,” Ursula objected. “Right?”

A few other of the women nodded. I took a deep breath. I would have to tread carefully until I freed these women from Mark and Mary’s pernicious mind control. Those damned Warlocks—I knew from reading the Magicks of the Witch of Endor that they weren’t gods—would be a problem going forward. They had already unleashed their foul servant Alison to kill the Ghost.

“I said serve, not worship.” It was a distinction that I hoped Ursula and the others under Mark and Mary’s power wouldn’t question. “Don’t you want to serve the Ghost? Don’t you want to feel that wonderful touch of his on your ass, his words hissin’ in your ear, tellin’ you all the filthy thangs he wants to do to your sweet, young body?”

“I do,” Ursula nodded. “More than anythang.”

“We need to let him know that. We need to reach across the barriers between life and death and let the Ghost feel our love and devotion.” I looked out at them. “We need to have a bacchanalia.”

“An orgy?” Carla asked.

I nodded. “Our sexual energy will build and build, and the Ghost will feel it. He’ll gain power, and then we’ll all swear ourselves to him. Doesn’t that sound wonderful? We’ll be his servants, bound to him.” I held my breath, looking at Ursula, hoping Mark and Mary’s programming hadn’t been to complete. We would need her child to free the Ghost.

“Let’s do it,” Ursula grinned. “Lioness go all the way!”

Latonya threw her arm in the air, and the cheerleaders all chanted:
“Lionesses are hot.
Lionesses are wet.
Lionesses will explode
And cum all over you!”
They were an enthusiastic bunch.

“I brought sex toys,” I smiled. “They’re out in my car. I’ll be right back.”

“You naughty slut,” laughed Heather, her shirt coming off to reveal a pair of perky tits.

“I’ll help you out,” Carla smiled.

Her tits bounced in her tight shirt as we walked through the library. I hoped this would work. The Ghost had taken me for the first time in here, fucking me from behind while I checked out patrons books. It had been so hot. We were fucking and no one knew it. My pussy itched, and I pressed my thighs together.

“Are we going to turn him into a God?” Carla whispered.

“Not quite. An ancestor spirit,” I answered. “Thirty of us, pourin’ all our love and lust at him. It’ll start the process. It’ll give him power in Hell. I read about it in a Chinese text, Tenets of Respect and Worship. He’ll be our patron and we’ll get powers.”

“That’ll make us Warlocks.”

I smiled. “You’ve read Magicks of the Witch of Endor.”

“Of course I have. I almost even made my own Pact.”

“Well, this isn’t quite the same. We won’t be Warlocks. But it will insulate us from Mark and Mary’s control and bind us to the Ghost. We can use that connection to bring him back to life.”

We reached my small Prius. I popped the trunk. There were seven large backs full of dildos, vibrators, and so many other fun toys. And a special bag with the amulets I had spent half my savings on to have made. There was a large, golden one set with green jade and black jet and seven lesser ones. I pulled on the amulet, the medallion dangling between my breasts. It would be the focus of all the spells, gathering the energy to free the Ghost. I uncorked the vial and rubbed the Ghost’s cum into the gold, muttering beneath my breath.

Carla smiled as I cast the spell. She scooped up several bags. “We can’t stay in Paris if we do this, Deidre. Happy and her husband are quickly converting this town to worshiping the Living God.”

I scowled at the former born-again Christian Reverend and his cuckolding wife. “She should’ve been here with us. She was one of the Ghost’s favorites.”

“Both her and her sister are carrying his kid,” Carla nodded. “But they both are big into worshiping the Living Gods. We need to go somewhere remote, where people don’t know who the Ghost is.”

“I have a ranch up in Idaho,” I answered. “It’s very remote. My aunt died over the summer and I’m her only family remainin’. I was trying to sell it, but now it seems perfect.”

We walked back into the library, my heart beating with excitement. The girls and women were all naked, squirming on the floor. Tits and pussy and ass flashed at me. I had never been with a woman before. But for the Ghost, I would learn to love it.

“Here are the toys, ladies,” I grinned, spilling the bags out on the tables. “Think of the Ghost while you are makin’ love. Send to him your energy.”

Carla grabbed a double-headed dildo, giving me a naughty grin. I unbuttoned my blouse, letting it fall to the floor, followed by my bra. I dropped my beige pencil skirt, my panties soaked with my juices. I stood almost naked, the focusing amulet dangling between my naked tits.

“You shouldn’t wear panties,” Ursula said, grabbing a strap-on. “A woman should be ready to be fucked at all times. The Living Gods say so.”

“Then I best get these off,” I grinned, peeling them down. “Ghost of Paris, we offer this orgy in your honor. We send all our love and worship to you. We are your devoted followers. We are your cult!”

Energy tingled through the room, flowing out from the amulet. The process had begun.

“Fuck me with that big ol’ thang,” moaned Marybeth, kneeling on the floor as Ursula pulled on the strap-on. “Let’s give the Ghost a show so hot he wont be able to resist escapin’ Hell to watch!”

The blonde buried her strap-on into Marybeth’s cunt. Ursula’s big tits bounced and jiggled as she plowed her girlfriend, fucking her with hard, deep strokes, giving the slut what she wanted. My pussy grew even more wet, there was something so beautiful about women making love. No wonder guys were always wanting girls to make out.

Heather worked a thick dildo covered in small bumps in and out of Mindy’s pussy and the twins rubbed vibrators on each other’s cunts. They both had tattoo’s on their small tits, pink roses opening around their nipples, the shade almost matching their areolas while thorny veins wrapped around their tits.

Carla fell to her knees before me, spreading my thighs. Her tongue licked through my pussy. I shuddered. “Oh, Ghost, feel my lust. Feel how much I enjoy Carla’s tongue licking through my cunt. We love you so much. We miss you.”

I leaned against the table, my eyes squeezing shut as Carla’s tongue licked and played through my pussy. I had only had a few guys go down on me and they all had been disappointing. But Carla knew how to lick and suck. She nuzzled into me, her tongue swirling around, touching me in all these amazing spots.

“Yes! Lick my cunt, whore!” I gasped.

Carla responded, licking me harder, nipping at my clit and shoving her tongue deep into my hole. My juice dripped out, her mouth slurping them down. Delight shown in her green eyes as she looked up at me.

The pleasure swelled, blossoming inside me. I groaned, savoring the bliss. This was nice. And it was all for the Ghost. My hips bucked, my orgasm swelling. My fingers gripped the table’s edge. I moaned and sighed, a great, growing swell of rapture filled me up.

“Ghost!” I screamed as the pleasure burst inside me. Delight flooded my veins. My muscles contracted. I ground my pussy on Carla’s hungry mouth. “Feel my passion, Ghost! Oh, yes! I love you!”

Carla pulled her lips away, shiny with my cum. “Umm, I bet he felt that one.” Then she brandished the flexible, pink dildo. “Ready to have some more fun.”

“Yeah.” Then I grinned sheepishly. “How do you use a double-headed dildo?”

“Carefully,” she grinned. “Get on your knees like the hot bitch you are.”

I did, wiggling my ass at her. She bent down licking through my furred muff one more time. “I love that,” I panted.

“I just can’t resist. You taste amazing.” The tip of the dildo probed my pussy, spreading my labia apart. I groaned as it entered me. The thick girth was nice, my pussy squeezing about the smooth rubber. But it wasn’t the Ghost’s wonderful cock.

The dildo bottomed out inside me, pressing on my cervix. I threw a look over my shoulder as Carla turned around, presenting her ass at me. Her pussy was surrounded by fiery, red hair that was damp with her excitement. Her labia peaked out as she guided the other end of the dildo to her pussy.

She pushed back, the dildo pressing on me, pleasure shuddering through me. She worked more and more of the pussy into her. “Oh, that’s nice,” she panted, smiling at me over her shoulder. “Now we fuck each other.”

She rocked her hips back and forth, the dildo sliding in and out of my pussy. I rocked with her, groaning as the cock fucked in and out of me. Our butt-cheeks bumped, the dildo buried deep inside the both of us.

“Fuck me, Carla,” I groaned. “Work that dildo in and out of me!”

“Gladly.”

“You hot sluts,” giggled Lizzy, braces flashing on her white teeth. The freshman fell before me, her thighs spreading apart. Her pussy was a tight slit surrounded by a sparse, black hair. She was so young and virginal. She tasted fresh, her sweet musk coating my tongue as I savored my first taste of pussy. “Lick me for the Ghost!”

I worked my hips, the pleasure swelling inside me as I ate out this young woman My tongue flowed through her cunt, licking, sucking, moaning my pleasure into her.

Lizzy seized my tawny hair, humping her hips, her perky tits bouncing as she enjoyed herself. Carla fucked her hips back harder, our asses slapping together as she drove the dildo so deep into my pussy.

“Yes! I’m cumming for you!” screamed Carla, slamming back against me. Her ass ground against mine, swirling the dildo around inside me.

I loved it. Then her hips started humping again, the pleasure swelling inside me. I moaned around Lizzy’s tiny, pink clit as I slid a finger into her tight pussy. She was practically a virgin even if she was pregnant. Her tight sheath contracted about my finger, the young woman’s face growing flushed with passion.

“Oh, Ms. Cheshire,” she moaned. “Lick me! You’re so wonderful! I’m going to cum! Oh, yes! Oh, wow!”

Her sweet juices squirted into my lips. I drank them down, locking my mouth over her pussy. She bucked into my hungry mouth. My fingers pinched and pulled at her puffy nipples. Her coltish legs locked around my head, holding me tight.

And then she went limp. “Come back to us, Ghost,” she moaned.

The dildo stabbed deep into me as I licked my lips clean of Lizzy’s delicious juices. My orgasm suddenly erupted. I moaned, throwing back my head. My body quivered, my pussy spasming about the thick dildo. Carla kept rocking back into me, giving me more and more pleasure, prolonging my orgasm.

“For you, Ghost!” I moaned as a second orgasm rippled through me.

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Marybeth Sargant

The end of the dildo pressed against my clit every time Ursula slid down it. I loved using a strap-on to fuck my girlfriend. Especially when she rode me like a cowgirl. Her beautiful thighs pressed against my sides as she slid back up the red dildo, and then she came back down.

Pleasure burned in my clit. I groaned, “Yes, Ursula. Ride me harder!”

“Yeehaw,” she grinned, her hips twisting, swirling the dildo around her pussy. Her heavy tits bounced, my hands reaching up to cup their pillowy softness. I squeezed, my fingers finding her nipples and rolling them between my fingers.

I was so glad the Ghost unthawed Ursula. She once had been the perfect, Christian, young lady, preaching abstinence and quoting scripture. She never liked the way I went around seducing every member of our cheer squad. I just loved licking pussy. And then the Ghost had molested us, and Ursula had come to love my tongue licking through her slit. I owed the Ghost so much. Not only did he give me such pleasure, but he also gave me the love of this hottie.

“Ride me faster, slut!” I groaned. “Let the Ghost see how hot you are with your big titties bouncin’!”

Ursula did, working her pussy up and down that fake cock. The pressure on my clit grew, Ursula grinding the base of the dildo hard into my nub as she worked her hips. I reached out, squeezing those lush melons of hers.

The pleasure swelled inside me. Her juices leaked down the shaft, dripping down to my own hot pussy. I kneaded her tits, loving the way her flesh squeezed through my fingers. Her blonde hair flew about her shoulders. She was so beautiful.

“Keep loving each other!” Deidre called out. “The energy’s building! Feed him more!”

“Yes!” I groaned. “Feel my lust, Ghost! Come back to us!”

My body shuddered. My orgasm erupted through me. My hips thrust up, driving the dildo deep into my girlfriend’s cunt as rapture burned through me. She leaned over, smiling down at me as I gasped and moaned, working her pussy up and down on the dildo.

“Cum, slut!” she grinned, her tits hanging over me, swinging as she fucked me.

“I am! I keep cumming! Keep grinding the dildo into me, baby!”

She moaned, her lips going wide. Her sky-blue eyes squeezed shut. She slammed down on the dildo, moaning and gasping. She called out the Ghost name, sending him her pleasure. I pulled her down, kissing her hard, our bodies trembling as our orgasms washed through each other.

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Marissa Myers

“I have to pee so bad,” my twin sister said, her auburn hair streaked with blonde highlights fell loose about her shoulders. I always braided my auburn hair. That and our tattoos were the only difference between us. I had the rose tattooed on my left tit.

“Then piss in my mouth,” I grinned. “Let’s make this as filthy as possible.”

I planted my mouth over Rhonda May’s shaved cunt, eager to taste my sister’s pee. We both had discovered the joy of waterspouts the night we had been under the spell of the Goddess possessing Darleen Cummings. I suspected the Ghost was responsible for that wild night, summoning the Goddess to control Darleen. It had ended when the police caught us screwing around with this tattoo artist.

I kinda felt bad the tattoo artist died in jail. But it wasn’t my fault the cops caught him enjoying our underage snatch.

“Pee in my mouth,” I moaned, putting that morbid thought aside.

“Here it comes, sister slut!”

The pee splashed hot into my lips, salty and acrid. I slurped it down, the nasty liquid pouring down my throat. More trickled out of my lips, dripping down to my perky tits. My pussy clenched with the depravity of drinking my twin sister’s piss. We were such nasty sluts.

“Oh, my stars!” gasped Lizzy Garfield, the Freshman’s eyes wide, her braces glinting on her white teeth. “You’re pissing in her mouth, Rhonda May.”

“Uh-huh,” my sister moaned. “It’s so hot! We’re going to reach the Ghost with this depravity.”

I kept drinking. My sister bucked her hips, her spray splashing on my face, piss flying everywhere. I inhaled the filthy scent, the hot liquid dripping off my chin. I was going to make her lick me clean for that.

“It’s so nasty though,” Lizzy said.

“That’s what makes it so hot,” my sister answered, shuddering as the last few spurts trickled out.

“It’s the best,” I grinned, pulling away. “I’m such a nasty whore.”

Lizzy pressed her thighs together, shifting her hips. Her blue eyes were wide. She looked so innocent, almost a doll with her pale face framed by black hair. I grabbed her hand, pulling her closer. She trembled, licking her lips.

I leaned in and kissed those sweet lips, letting her get a good taste of my sister’s salty treat.

“Wow,” she whispered. “That’s…different.”

“It’s even better straight form the source,” I grinned. “Why don’t you stretch out on the floor and let me piss in your mouth. That’ll help the Ghost out.”

“I don’t know,” she frowned.

Rhonda May put her arm around the cutie’s shoulders. “You want to do everything to help the Ghost out, right?”

Lizzy nodded.

“Then lie down on the floor and let my sister piss in your mouth.”

I beamed at my twin; she was the best.

“Okay,” Lizzy whispered, her eyes trembling.

“You’ll love it,” I told her as she stretched out on the floor. I straddled her face, lowering my pussy down. “Just relax and open wide.”

Her mouth pressed into my snatch, her tongue taking a quick lick. That felt nice. I shifted, wiggling about until I felt her lips sealed around my urethra. Her tits were nice handfuls, and a squeezed them both, her nipples hardening.

“Here it comes,” I moaned, relaxing my bladder.

She gasped, gargling as my piss flooded out. I groaned, savoring the delicious feel of relieving my bladder into a hottie’s mouth. She swallowed, smacking her lips, my piss splashing against my thighs. I must be spraying her face.

“That’s it,” I groaned. “Drink it down, slut!”

She did, slurping every last drop. I squirmed my pussy about, her tongue licking through my pussy as the last few spurts of piss came out. I loved her tongue exploring my folds, searching for every drop of piss still clinging to my pussy.

I closed my eyes, getting lost in the pleasure her pussy licking generated. I moaned, my hips shifting and—

Something cold wiggled into my asshole.

“What!” I screeched.

“Just lubing you up, sweet sister,” purred my twin.

“That’s some cold lube,” I moaned as her finger worked in and out of my asshole. “What are you shovin’ into my cornhole.”

“This!” She yanked her finger back then shoved something tapered into my ass. My asshole expanded, stretching out as the object grew wider and wider. I groaned, sliding my pussy on Lizzy’s mouth. And then it popped inside me save for a little stem.

“Is that a butt plug?” I groaned, feeling stuffed as Lizzy licked and sucked at my pussy.

“Yep!”

I shuddered, closing my eyes as Lizzy’s tongue and lips explored my pussy, her braces sometimes scraping on my pussy. I shuddered, my orgasm swelling. I had the best sister and together we were going to save the Ghost.

“Cum, slut,” my twin moaned, straddling Lizzy’s stomach and holding me tight, our breasts pressing together. My twin kissed me, then licked to my ear. “Cum on her face. Give the whore a big treat.”

“Yes!” I moaned, shuddering. “Oh, yes!”

My orgasm rippled through me. My juices poured out, flooding Lizzy’s mouth. My twin held me. We were so close. We did everything together.

Together you came into this world
Together shall you depart, arms entwined
Life dedicated to one man
For your love shall you die,
The drink shall be bitter,
But eternity shall be your reward.

The Goddess’s strange prophecy echoed in my ears as bliss burned through me.

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The Ghost of Paris – Astarte’s Domain, The Abyss

Silvery light burned my skin. Astarte’s radiance cooking me.

I spent a quarter of my time in her domain, tormented by her. She owned a quarter of my soul. Lucifer owned the rest. I’m not sure what was worse, burning in fire or burning in starlight. Sometimes Astarte’s touch seemed softer. Sometimes.

It was hard to remember who I was. My real name had faded. I could only cling to one thought: I am the Ghost of Paris.

But it was hard. My torment seemed to last an eternity. I doubt it had even been a week in the mortal world. It was all Astarte’s fault my life had ended so abruptly. She had gleefully told me in detail on how she had set me up the first time I had come before her in Hell, rubbing in her cruelty like a sadist rubs salt into the wound. If I had never made my Pact with her to gain increased sexual staima, I would have been able to control my pecker. Then maybe I wouldn’t have screwed that pink-haired bitch.

And that bitch wouldn’t have executed me.

A woman’s voice called to me in my torment. Then a second. They were faint, but I could almost recognize them. The librarian and the ghost hunter. I remembered fucking them both. More voices reached out to me. All the beautiful women I had loved called to me, begging for my presence.

And then I was lifting up, drifting from my torment, rising through the layers of the Abyss. I was still chained, but my bonds seemed to have a sudden slack. I rose faster, following the sweet sounds of passion, crashing into the real world.

I stepped into an orgy of feminine flesh.

My cock hardened. None of the women noticed me. I was invisible, of course. I knew every piece of ass in the room. I had fucked them all. The Boone cheerleaders, the librarian and her blazing medallion, the twins, and so many more. My cock throbbed. I didn’t know how long my escape from Hell would last, but there was no way I wasn’t going to enjoy myself before I got yanked back.

I saw my favorite bedmate. Heather Pritchard. I grinned and sauntered over.

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Heather Pritchard – Paris, Texas

I was coming down off the amazing orgasm Mindy Taylor had given me with a vibrator. Mindy was off to have more fun. She was the Ghost’s first lover, and proud of it. But I was his favorite. He told me so when he came to my bed at night.

A hand touched my ass. I shuddered, a warmth flushing through me. My lust went into overdrive. I would do whatever that hand wanted. I beamed, throwing a look over my shoulder. There was no one there. But someone was grabbing my ass.

“It’s you!” I called out! “The Ghost is here!”

“How could I keep away from a sweet, young thang like you,” he drawled, his fingers slipping into the crack of my ass. “I got to fuck every purtee thang I can.”

“Fuck me!” I moaned. “I missed you, Ghost!”

He entered me as I bent over. I let him fuck me like the bitch I was. His cock was inside me, filling me up. I groaned, pushing back, my eyes squeezing shut. His cock hammered me, fucking me with that wonderful intensity he always possessed. Nothing was better than being fucked by the Ghost of Pairs.

“It’s the Ghost!” gasped Kelly, one of the cheerleaders. “I can see her pussy gaping open. He’s hammering away at her.

“Course I am,” bellowed the Ghost. “And her cooch is as tight as a banker’s fist grasping a penny. Gonna give her a big ol’ load of my jizz.”

“Yes!” I groaned, hammering my hips back. “Cum in me!”

“Hot damn, but you have an abso-damn-fuckin’-lutely tight cooch!”

The pleasure rippled through me. I screamed out, cumming hard on his wonderful cock. My pussy convulsed about him, my back arching. I was so happy. I was his favorite. He chose me over every other woman in this room.

“Everyone,” Ms. Cheshire, the librarian, called out, her medallion shining light upon us. “Repeat after me! I pledge myself, body and soul, to the devotion of the Ghost of Paris. He is my guiding spirit. The soul that I belong to!”

“I pledge myself,” I moaned, fighting through the pleasure of my orgasm to scream out with the other women, “body and soul, to the devotion of the Ghost of Paris.” White-hot bliss pumped into me, his cock cumming into my pregnant pussy. I wished he could knock me up again. “He is my guiding spirit. The soul that I belong to.”

I felt something inside me change. I felt so connected to him. I was his. I was the Ghost of Paris’s slut. That little bit of me that believed that Mark and Mary Glassners were Gods vanished. I wasn’t under their control anymore.

I was the Ghost’s.

He vanished from my pussy. He didn’t pull out. He just wasn’t in me anymore.

“No!” I cried out, sitting up. “Don’t go.” Tears ran hot down my face. “Come back!”

Ms. Cheshire hugged me, my face burying between her naked breasts, the medallion she wore was warm on my cheek. She rocked me. “It’s all right. This was just the first step for the Cult.”

I sniffed. “The Cult?”

“We’re the Cult of the Ghost now,” she smiled. “We’re all sealed to him. We’re not under any Warlock’s control any longer.”

“They’re not gods,” Ursula gasped. “Oh, Lord, they lied to us. Why did I ever believe ’em?”

“Mark and Mary are just like the Ghost,” Ms. Cheshire said. “They made a pact with the Devil. That’s why we need to save the Ghost. He sold his soul to the Devil and now he’s sufferin’ down in Hell.”

I nodded my head, looking around at the others. “Then we’ll save him.”

Ms. Cheshire smiled down at me, leaning in to give me a kiss on the lips—her lips tasted like pussy.

“But we can’t call ourselves the Cult of the Ghost,” objected Marybeth. “The Theocracy will come down on us if they think we’re still his.”

“That’s why we have to get away.” Ms. Cheshire stood up, staring around. “We’re gonna go to Idaho. I have a ranch out in the mountains. It’ll be safe for a while. Does anyone have any suggests for what we publicly call ourselves?”

“Well, how ’bout we call ourselves the Sapphicists,” Ursula suggested. “Since until we raise the Ghost outta Hell, there ain’t no way none of us are touchin’ ‘nother man. We’re his alone.”

“What does Sapphicists mean?” asked Rhonda May and I nodded my head in agreement.

“Sappho means lesbian,” Ursula answered. “So I reckon Sapphicist is a mighty fine thang to be callin’ ourselves.”

“Yeah,” I nodded, liking the sound of that. “The Sapphicists.

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The Ghost of Paris – Astarte’s Domain, The Abyss

The torment wasn’t quite so bad when I returned to the burning starlight. I had hope. All those wonderful women that I had molested. They all loved me and they wanted me back.

And they were a determined bunch. I was sure they could do it.

To be continued…

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Every god has his day.

THE HONEYMOON CONTINUES

DAY TWO AT THE RESORT

After a wonderful lunch the four of us returned to our room and changed into shorts and tees to wear down to the nude beach. We hooked up the lesbian foursome and the couple Barbara and Jim at the beach. We all sat around chatting but no one discussed the previous night’s activities.

At one point Rita, Erin and Jean went in the ocean for a swim and Joannie decided to join them. They were in for quite awhile when I noticed the Rita and Erin were sitting on a raft in the water and that Jean and Joannie were still in the water but between their heads were between the other girl’s legs. You really could not make out what they were doing but it seemed as if Joannie was eating Erin’s pussy and the Jean was eating Rita’s quim.

“They really look hot don’t they Marla?” Naomi asked me breaking my concentration.

“Are they doing what I think they are doing?” I asked Naomi.

“Most definitely, those horny little cunts Erin and Rita can never get enough,” Naomi replied.

“Well I would put Joannie in that same category,” I said and we both laughed.

Naomi got up displaying her beautiful nude body and asked, “Want to join them?”

“No thanks, I am still recovering from last night and I need a little more rest,” I told her.

“Okay, come on in if you change your mind,” she said and then went in the water and swam out to the other girls.

I lay back in the sun and closed my eyes and thought to myself, “I had more sex in one day then I would have expected for the whole week.” As I lay there I could hear the conversation between Biff, Jerry, Jim and Barbara.

“How are you feeling today, Barbara?” Biff asked her.

“My body aches all over from the pounding it took from you three last night and I feel constipated,” she answered sounding almost annoyed.

Jerry said, “You’ll get used to it. A cum enema will make you feel that way the first few times.”

“Oh and you know how it feels to have a huge dick and three loads of cum in your ass?” Barbara retorted.

“Absolutely, Biff has fucked me in the ass many times with that monster and I admit it took some time to get used to it,” Jerry confessed.

Then Jim asked in disbelief, “Let me get this straight, Biff has fucked you in the ass before?”

“Oh yeah many times and he has fucked my wife Joannie in the ass and my mother Marla in the ass as well. We all love it,” Jerry added.

“So are all of you screwing each other?” asked Barbara in amazement.

“Not only that Marla and Joannie get it on with each other as well. In fact they partied with the lesbian foursome last night while Biff and I were at your place,” Jerry told them.

“Unbelievable and I thought that being with three guys was pushing the limit,” sighed Barbara.

Jim added, “Man that is so hot and so cool. I would love to see Barbara make it with another woman.”

Then Biff chimed in, “Not a problem, why don’t you come over to our place tonight and the six of us will party.”

“No way will I make it with a woman,” Barbara said firmly.

“Oh come on honey I bet you would enjoy it,” Jim pleaded.

Biff added, “Barbara I bet you will enjoy it. Marla had never been with a woman until Joannie and now she loves it. You can always stop if you want no one is going to force you.”

“Oh yeah and I should believe you after you showed your monster cock in my ass last night,” Barbara said with a snicker.

“Well at least party with us and see what happens, I promise you that no one will force you to do anything that you don’t want to,” Biff replied.

“Please dear, can we party with them tonight?” Jim begged.

“Okay but on one condition. I want to see you fuck Jerry in the ass,” Barbara said firmly.

“Deal,” answered Jim.

By then the girls were returning from the water and Joannie plopped down next to us and exclaimed, “Man those girls know how to eat pussy!”

“Hey Joannie,” Jerry called out; “Jim and Barbara are coming over to party with us tonight.

“Cool I am in the mood for some fresh meat,” she said laughingly.

“You are always in the mood,” Biff joked.

So it was set after dinner Jim and Barbara would come to our room to party.

THE AFTER DINNER PARTY

Jim and Barbara arrived later that evening dressed as we had become accustomed wearing shorts and a tee shirt with no underwear. It wasn’t long before we were all naked and fooling around with each other.

‘Remember you have to fuck Jerry in the ass before we do anything else,” Barbara reminded her husband.

Jerry got some gel and lubed up his ass for Jim and got on all fours. Jerry looked over his shoulder and wagged his ass at Jim and said, “Come and get it. Give me a good ride.”

Biff offered encouragement to Jim, “Doesn’t he look just like a girl from behind with his hairless smooth bubble butt. Every time I fuck his ass I think I am fucking a girl’s ass.”

The Biff offered his cock to Jerry who immediately gobbled it up in his mouth. Jim now sporting an erection got behind Jerry and eased his cock into Jerry’s asshole. He looked surprised at how easy it went in and probably how good it felt.

“Do a good job and I will let you fuck me in the ass too,” quipped Joannie. Then she added, “In fact I’ll let you fuck Marla in the ass as well.”

Barbara looked on in amazement as her husband fucked my son in the ass and my son sucked Biff’s big dick as well. Joannie moved over to Barbara sitting on the bed and started stroking her body. Barbara’s nipples stuck out like little dicks from her chest she was so turned on. Joannie then leaned over and took one of Barbara’s nipples in her mouth and rolled it around with her teeth. Barbara was moaning with the tit manipulation.

Jim had really gotten into fucking Jerry’s ass and was now pounding into him. His hips slapped into Jerry’s buttocks impaling him on Jim’s cock. Jim was running his hands all over Jerry’s smooth round ass cheeks as he fucked him.

Every once in awhile Jerry would take his mouth off of Biff’s cock to encourage Jim. “Oh yeah, fuck my ass, fuck it good, I want to feel your cum in my ass, give it to me.”

Joannie stopped sucking Barbara’s tits and dropped to her knees in front of her. She pried a reluctant Barbara’s legs apart to get at her pussy.

“Please don’t,” Barbara whispered.

“It’s not going to hurt, just relax,” Joannie urged and then said to me, “Marla suck her tits she has great nipples.”

I moved over to the bed and sat next to Barbara. I played with her tits and then began to suck her nipples into my mouth. She loved having her nipples sucked and nibbled. The attention to her tits allowed her to relax enough to give Joannie access to her pussy. I knew she was in for a surprise because Joannie was such a good cunt lapper.

The action on the bed with the male threesome and my loving of her tits broke down Barbara’s final barrier. She emitted a very audible gasp when Joannie plunged her tongue into her pussy.

“Oh my God, yes, yes, oh this is going to be a quick one,” Barbara exclaimed!

Just as Barbara’s body rocked with a volcanic orgasm, her husband Jim announced that he was cumming. Barbara and I watched as Jim stiffened and fired his load into my son’s asshole. Jerry then used his ass muscles to milk Jim’s cock dry. Jim shivered as his cock was squeezed in Jerry’s ass and then it slipped from my son’s hole with a trail of cum following it.

Joannie had moved up along side of Barbara and kissed her deeply allowing her to taste her own pussy nectar and then said, “There that wasn’t so bad, see how good you taste?”

Barbara just nodded and then lay back on the bed recovering from her first orgasm with another woman. Biff had not cum so he removed his cock from Jerry’s mouth and walked over to Barbara. He pushed his cock into her pussy slowly as she gasped remembering his size. Biff worked her with long powerful strokes keeping his cock in constant contact with her clit. Barbara was breathing hard as she worked herself up toward another orgasm. Joannie got up on the bed and straddled Barbara’s face lowering her pussy to her mouth.

“Do to me just what I did to you before, eat my pussy, come on get your tongue in there, find my clit,” Joannie kept yelling out instructions.

Biff flooded Barbara’s cunt with cum and she was rocked with another intense orgasm. Barbara screamed into Joannie’s cunt and we only heard the muffled sounds. Barbara was spent and lay still as Joannie dismounted from her face.

“She needs some more training,” Joannie said obviously disappointed in Barbara’s lack of pussy eating experience.

“Come on Marla give me some of your magic,” Joannie urged.

Joannie and I got on the other bed in a 69 position and we began to lap each other’s pussy. We started to finger each other’s assholes as well. Jim was totally turned on by this display of female copulation.

Then I heard Jerry offer, “Jim let’s fuck them in the ass, who do you want, Marla or Joannie?”

Jim in a weak voice said, “Joannie.”

The two of them joined Joannie and I on the bed and my son slipped his cock into my ass as Jim slid his into Joannie’s beautiful bum. Joannie and I were licking each other frantically and chewing on each other’s clit. The anal penetrations only accelerated our orgasms. We both came in each other’s mouth relishing the taste of one another as the cocks filled our asses. Joannie kept right on eating me after my orgasm and I followed suit. We continued to eat each other toward another orgasm when I felt my son spew his load into my ass setting me off again. I squirted my juice all over Joannie’s face. Joannie’s body also rocked in orgasm as she felt me squirt into her mouth and Jim shoot his load into her ass. The four of us lay coupled together for a few minutes until the guys cocks softened and slipped from our asses.

“That was unbelievable,” said a recovered Barbara as she sat next to Biff with his stiff dick in her hand.

“Man that was something,” echoed Jim.

“Just think, Jim you just fucked a husband and wife in the ass the same day,” chuckled Biff.

We all took some time to rest so we had a couple of drinks and chatted for awhile. The guys decided that Jim would fuck my ass next but that I would also be triple fucked. I would experience the pleasure of Biff’s big cock in my pussy while Jim fucked my ass and I sucked my son’s cock.

We got into position and within seconds I had all three cocks in me. Joannie and Barbara sat next to each other on the other bed and watched the four of us get it on. Since the guys had already cum it took longer for them this time. They seemed to pound my three holes forever. I orgasmed countless times before the first of guys lost his load.

My son Jerry was the first to cum filling my mouth with his sweet tasting seed. I sucked it all down not wanting to waste any. I continued to suck on his pecker until it went soft in my mouth. As I nibbled on the cock head my son shivered and pulled away, collapsing on the bed.

Jim was the next to cum filling with ass with his seed. He continued to fuck me moving cum around in my ass as I used my anal muscles to squeeze every drop from his cock. Soon his cock deflated and popped out of my asshole. I could feel his cum trickled down my inner thighs toward my pussy where Biff was pounding my cunt. I was so turned on that I rode his cock like it would be my last fuck ever.

Biff pushed up into me as I crashed down on his body. Then he stiffened and fired a barrage of cum into my womb. I could feel it bouncing off the walls of my vagina and then running back down to coat his cock. He fucked me for a few minutes well after he shot his load bringing me to the brink of an intense orgasm. Then I lost it my body shook with tremors and I felt chills run through me as I had my most spasmodic orgasm ever. I collapsed on Biff’s body and he wrapped his arms around me holding me until my body stopped quivering.

“Are you okay?” Biff asked.

“I think so at least now anyway,” I answered him.

I just lay on top of him and he continued to stroke my body in an effort to comfort me. I felt like I could lay there forever. I thought to myself, “If I never have sex again this was an orgasm to remember.”

Finally we gathered ourselves and sat up. Biff mixed some more drinks and we realized that Joannie and Barbara were gone. We just assumed that they went down to the nude Jacuzzi so we relaxed. It was weird how I had become accustomed to sitting around naked socializing. Here I was with my son, his best friend and a man I just met with all of us naked and sipping cocktails.

Jim wanted to hear our story about how it all started with the four of us. So we each told a part of the story. The story was really a turn-on for Jim and he was amazed at the turn of events leading up to our trip to Jamaica. I noticed that he was getting hard again.

Biff noticed it too, “Everybody up for one round?” he asked.

Biff suggested that I sit on his cock again. Then Jerry would fuck me in the ass this time and Jim would fuck Jerry in the ass. Just describing that got the guys hard and then we were back at it. Biff fucked my pussy, my son fucked my ass and Jim fucked Jerry’s ass. This round really lasted a long time before the guys came again. I was exhausted and just lay on Biff and let him and Jerry do all the work. Eventually Jim came in Jerry’s ass which triggered his orgasm into my ass. Biff finally came into my overused and soaking wet pussy.

“Nice show you guys,” remarked Joannie as she and Barbara returned.

The four of us uncoupled and sat up on the bed and I noticed that Barbara looked exhausted and drained. “Where did you girls go off to?” I asked.

“Well I told you that Barbara needed for training in pussy eating, so I took her over to meet Erin, Rita, Jean and Naomi,” Joannie replied.

Jim said. “I’ll be damned did you get it on with those Lesbos?”

Barbara looked embarrassed and humiliated. She also looked like she was totally out of it. She spoke to Jim, “Can we please go now?”

“I want to hear all about it,” Jim said ignoring her request.

“I’ll tell you about it when we get back to our room, please let’s just go,” Barbara whined.

Jim and Barbara through own their clothes and headed back to their room without saying another word to us.

“Well that must have been quite a session over there,” I said to Joannie.

“You wouldn’t believe it the girls turned Barbara into a wild woman. I think she is embarrassed by everything she did and how much she got into it,” Joannie replied and then went on, “She ate every pussy, she fucked and got fucked with dildos, she was double and triple penetrated, and it was quite a scene. I fill you in on the details over breakfast but right now I’m going to bed.”

We all went to bed and slept soundly that night. In the morning we took showers and Biff fucked me in the shower and Jerry fucked Joannie when they showered. Then we dressed and went down to breakfast.

DAY THREE AT THE RESORT

The four of us were sitting around having our second and third cups of coffee after breakfast. Joannie was telling us what transpired when she and Barbara went over to the lesbian girl’s room.

“Well it wasn’t so much what Barbara did as to how she reacted,” Joannie started off the story. “She really didn’t do much more than Marla and I did the other night. The girls really worked her over at first sucking her tits, nibbling on her sensitive nipples, eating her pussy and rimming her asshole. Barbara had cum so many times that her body was like jelly.”

Joannie continued, “I never expected her to be so vocal she seemed so demure but once she got going there was no stopping her and no shutting her up. We girls took turns fucking her with strap-on dildos and alternated sitting on Barbara’s face. She was coaxed and trained in the art of pussy eating and by the time we were done with her she was an expert and loving it.”

I said, “That’s unbelievable given her first reaction to girl – girl sex.”

I know said Joannie but it gets better, “We then began to double fuck and triple fuck her with strap-on dildos making lick her own cunt juice off the one fresh from her pussy. The most erotic sight was with Rita fucking Barbara’s pussy and Erin fucking Barbara in the ass. Erin’s ass is so hot that I couldn’t leave it alone so I fucked her ass at the same time. Jean and Naomi knelt on either side of the three of us and played with our tits and nipples.”

Biff chimed in, “I would love to fuck Erin in the ass. I just love her shapely bubble butt. Joannie, can you set that up for me?”

Joannie smiled and said, “We’ll see.” Then she went on with the story, “Naomi started talking to Barbara and calling her our slut bitch and our slut whore. Barbara answered back saying that she was a slut and a whore. She yelled out to all of us fuck your slut whore, fuck me in my ass, fuck me in my pussy, let your slut taste your pussy; she was insatiable. Then we really worked her over pounding her pussy and her ass and making her eat our pussies and lick the dildos clean. It was wild.”

“God no wonder she looked so beat up when you got back to the room,” I commented.

“Yeah and that was after she rested for awhile and I had to help her walk back to our room,” Joannie added. “Then on the way back it hit her about what she had done and she felt ashamed and humiliated. I tried to console her but she went into a deep depression which is why she didn’t hang around for awhile.”

“I bet Naomi and the girls are ecstatic with their conquests so far this week. First you and I and then you and Barbara,” I said.

“You bet they are and they are pretty worn out themselves,” Joannie said with a giggle.

“Listen Joannie about Erin, I know you can set it up. Hell she has already had good sized fake cocks in her ass, why not a real one? Tell how great it feels to have your rectum filled with cum and how much better it feels than a fake cock that doesn’t cum.” Biff tried to convince Joannie.

“Okay, okay I’ll work on her but if I am successful you will owe me big time,” replied Joannie.

We finished our coffee and headed back to the room and then down to the nude beach. All of us were really getting tan, darker than we had ever been with absolutely no tan lines. None of the lesbian girls were at the beach yet nor were Jim and Barb. As we were sunning and talking Biff reminded us of the Reggae party tonight on the regular beach.

Then two very effeminate young men walked over to near where we were sitting and sat down. They looked over at us and smiled. It was obvious that they must have just arrived because they still had tan lines and a very light tan. From the back these two looked like young girls with hairless bodies, unblemished skin and shapely legs and asses. They had their hair cut in a page boy style covering the nape of their necks. I could see that Biff was interested in their asses.

The young men started putting suntan lotion on each other almost in a display of eroticism. They were openly gay with very feminine mannerisms and manner of speech. As one put lotion on the other one he glanced over in our direction and noticed Biff’s prowess. He whispered to the other one and then they both looked right at Biff’s meat. I swore they looked like they were starting to get hard. Then they walked toward us and asked if they could join us.

We invited them to sit down and they introduced themselves as Michelle (not Michael) and Brandy (not Brandon). They shared with us that they had just started dating and that this was their first vacation together. When we explained our situation to them they applauded our sexual openness but they were clearly turned on by our arrangement and they both showed hard. Michelle and Brandy had long thin cocks probably about seven inches long and three inches around. “Down boys, nudity on the beach is okay but no display of sex allowed,” Biff cautioned.

Both boys grabbed their cocks and Brandy said, “I hate when it does that.” Then he and Michelle giggled.

“No sex on the beach huh, what do you call all the pussy eating that took place on the raft yesterday,” laughed Joannie. Then she told Michelle and Brandy about the gay girls we hooked up with.

“You guys are so cool,” remarked Michelle. “Let’s get something to drink Brandy, do you guys want anything?” he asked.

“I’ll go with you,” Jerry said and jumped up, his prick semi-hard.

The three of them walked over to the nude bar and I noticed that the three of them fondled each other’s asses as they made their way across the sand. There was no one at the bar yet so the three of them hung out by themselves talking and drinking.

Joannie and Biff went for a swim and I walked over to the bar to get something to drink. I didn’t see Jerry and the young men and I didn’t have a clue where they went. I got a drink and decided to head over to the nude Jacuzzi. As I approached I saw Jerry, Brandy and Michelle in the Jacuzzi. Brandy was on one side of Jerry and Michelle was on the other side. Brandy and Michelle each held one of my son’s ass cheeks in their hand and fondled his chest and nipples with the other. Jerry was stroking both of their thin long hard cocks.

As I stood and watched them I reflected on my first voyeurism when I spied on Jerry and Biff. Brandy sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi and Jerry leaned over to take his cock in his mouth. Michelle got behind Jerry and slipped his cock into Jerry’s ass. Michelle also reached around to stroke Jerry’s cock. It wasn’t long before Brandy came in Jerry’s mouth and Michelle came in Jerry’s ass. Jerry in turn shot his load in the Jacuzzi water. They cleaned off their cocks with the Jacuzzi water and headed back toward the bar. I hurried back to my place on the beach and awaited their return. The three of them walked back and sat down as if nothing had transpired between them.

“Did you enjoy your visit with each other,” I asked.

“Immensely, Jerry is wonderful company,” Brandy replied.

Jerry looked toward the water and saw Biff sitting on the raft with Joannie’s head bobbing up and down between his legs and he said aloud, “Looks like Biff is getting his pipes cleaned.”

We all looked out toward them and all though we really couldn’t see that well it was obvious that Biff was getting one of Joannie’s signature blow jobs. She must have been at it for awhile because soon after we spotted them they changed positions. Joannie got upon the raft and spread her legs and Biff got in the water and put his head between her legs, obviously eating her pussy.

“God I am getting hot again,” remarked Brandy.

“Let’s swim out to the raft when they are done,” offered Michelle.

“Do you want to come, Jerry,” asked Brandy.

“Sure I wouldn’t miss it,” my son replied.

After Joannie and Biff were done getting each other off they made their way back to shore. As they swam back Jerry, Michelle and Brandy headed out to the raft. Joannie and Biff plopped down in their chairs.

“Well it looked like you two were having fun,” I teased.

“Was it that obvious from here,” Biff asked.

“Well you really can’t see anything except your positions and your bobbing heads, but it was somewhat obvious,” I said smiling. “Now the boys are heading out there.”

While the three of them were out to the raft I told Biff and Joannie what I had witnessed. They weren’t surprised that Jerry got it on with them they were just surprised how quickly it happened.

“They are both very pretty boys,” Joannie admitted and then asked, “Are you going to fuck them Biff?”

“Well see, right now I’m not in the mood but maybe sometime this week if the situation presents itself. Right now I can’t get Erin’s ass out of my mind,” Biff responded.

The three of watched as Michelle and Brandy sat on the raft and Jerry was in the water. It looked he was moving to one cock and then the other until they both shot their wads in his mouth. Then Jerry was on the raft and Brandy and Michelle were in the water taking turns sucking Jerry’s cock. It appeared that after he came in one of their mouths that they kissed each other sharing my son’s cum. Shortly afterward they made their way back to the beach and their chairs. I thought to myself, “You need to get some binoculars.”

“Well it looks as if you three are getting along,” I teased them.

“Yeah you two have cum stains on your face,” laughed Joannie.

“Joannie you shit,” cried Jerry.

We all laughed and settled in to talk again. After awhile we decided to go and get some lunch and agreed to meet back at the beach after we ate. When we returned after lunch we were joined by Michelle and Brandy as well as the lesbian girls. Naomi told us that Jim and Barbara let the island and went home early. Apparently Barbara couldn’t bear to face anyone after the sex marathon last night.

Our conversation then turned back to sex. Naomi asked Biff and Jerry how they got started and when did Joannie enter the picture. Both Michelle and Brandy pulled their chairs in closer to hear Biff and Jerry tell their story. We all put our chairs in a circle and we made quite a group the family foursome, the lesbian foursome and the gay duo. We were all beautiful people that shared their sex stories with each other.

Biff started the story, “Well Jerry and I were roommates in college. By the time I had entered college I had already fucked my share of asses both boys and girls. Jerry and I hit it off and we started hanging out together and we double dated a lot. Sometimes it worked out that one of us would not have a date and we fucked the same girl.”

Jerry added, “Yeah, the one girl Marilyn we fucked for a long time. She loved to be double fucked all the time. She loved it in the ass and we fucked her in a lot of different positions. She was experimental too and she was the one who got me into anal sex.”

Now Naomi, Jean, Rita and Erin were really listening, “Tell us what happened?” asked an excited Erin.

Jerry went on, “Well one night Biff was out with a date and Marilyn and I were back at our room fucking. She brought along a good sized dildo to use on her pussy while I fucked her in the ass. Marilyn had fingered my ass before when she sucked my cock and it felt pretty good but now she wanted to fuck my ass with the dildo as she sucked my dick. I went along with it and she gradually worked the whole dildo into my ass as she gave me a mind boggling blow job.”

Then Biff jumped in, “It gets better. I came back to the room with a set of blue balls after having been shot down on my date. I walk in the room and here is Jerry on his hands and knees with Marilyn fucking him in the ass with a strap-on dildo. Up to then I had never thought about Jerry sexually although I always admired his ass. When Marilyn saw me see smiled and yelled out look who is home and then asked Jerry if he was ready for the real deal.”

“I had always been secretly attracted toward Biff and I had always admired his big cock but I had never thought about us getting it on until then,” Jerry said and then continued, “Marilyn told Biff to get over here and fuck my ass and then I repeated it asking Biff to fuck me. Biff took off all of his clothes and his big dick was fully erect. He knelt down behind me and eased his cock into my ass.”

Biff added, “Marilyn pulled the good sized dildo out of his ass and then handed me some lube for my cock. I greased it up good and then pushed it into Jerry’s ass. Marilyn had broken him in very well and my cock went in easily. I really started to get into it and I started fucking his hot ass with long deliberate strokes. It was the first time I really looked at Jerry’s ass with a desire to fuck it. I molded his shapely cheeks in my hands as I fucked him.”

Jerry said excitedly, “I couldn’t believe that I was able to take that ass buster but I did I loved it. I was hooked on butt fucking from that moment on. Marilyn had slipped under me and took my cock in her mouth and I leaned over her body to eat her pussy as Biff continued to butt fuck me.”

“I knew I wasn’t going to last very long and when Marilyn licked my balls, I shot my wad into Jerry’s ass,” Biff added.

“Oh man what a load it was Biff just seemed to keep cumming and cumming. I could feel cum bounce off my bowels and fill my rectum. It was backing out over Biff’s cock and running down my legs over my own balls. Marilyn lick up Biff’s cum and went back to sucking my cock and then I came in her mouth,” Jerry told us. Then Biff continued, “It was wild and when I removed my softening dick from Jerry’s ass it made a loud popping sound and then a large wad of cum hit Marilyn in the face. Marilyn gobbled up my cock in her mouth and sucked me dry. I sat back on the floor with my back against the couch and Marilyn continued sucking my cock. I started to get hard again and I thought I would cum in her mouth next.”

“But Marilyn had something else in mind and she told me to come closer and watch her suck Biff’s cock. I moved closer and then she took her mouth of off his dick and told me to try it. I took hold of it and began to lick the head and then eventually took it in my mouth. Biff groaned so I new I was doing a good job which turned me on and now I was anxious for him to cum in my mouth. I kept sucking him deeper and deeper tasting my gag line and I was proud of how much of his cock I could handle. Marilyn got behind me and fucked my ass again with her dildo until Biff blasted his load in my mouth. I swallowed every drop and I loved it.” Jerry said excitedly.

Jerry had gotten a hard-on telling the story and when I looked around everyone appeared sexually aroused. I knew I was and then I noticed Michelle and Brandy with a hand on the other’s erect cock. If we had been allowed I am sure that an orgy would have started right there on the nude beach.

Jerry finished the story, “That’s how it started and since then I have been hooked on Biff’s cock. We continued to date girls and fuck them together. Marilyn was always available when we wanted as well. I met Joannie later in our senior year and we started to date. She is insatiable as we all know so I introduced Biff into our relationship. But that story can wait for another day.”

“I’ll say I don’t think I can listen to another story,” Rita said, “I am so fucking hot right now does anyone want to eat my pussy?” she joked.

In response every hand but Michelle and Brandy went into the air and we all laughed.

“I think we all need a swim to cool off,” suggested Naomi.

Everyone headed for the water and let the cool ocean bring their body temperatures back down. We eventually returned to our chairs and conversations.

“So Brandy and Michelle are you into anal sex or just oral?” Naomi blatantly asked them.

They smiled without embarrassment and answered, “Yes we are into anal big time and we do like group action.”

“Have you guys ever been butt fucked with dildos like Jerry was?” Naomi continued her questioning.

“No but it sounds erotic,” replied Brandy and Michelle nodded in agreement.

“We have dildos with us which Joannie and Marla can testify to. Would you two like some of us to fuck your asses with our fake cocks?” Naomi asked in a very sultry tone and then added, “I think that would be hot don’t you, gay guys getting fucked by lesbians?”

“It sounds delicious and it would be even better if we had some real cocks for our mouths,” Michelle answered this time and then hugged Brandy as they giggled.

“How about it Jerry and Biff are you two willing to help out?” Naomi teased.

Jerry was first to answer, “You bet I am.”

Then Biff replied, “I think we can work something out. I’ll play along if I can fuck Erin in the ass.”

Naomi was now on the defensive, “Well I don’t know about that,” she said as she looked toward Erin who was shaking her head “No”.

Then Joannie went over to kneel next to Erin’s chair and began to whisper in her ear. Erin stopped shaking her head and listened to whatever Joannie was telling her. Erin then nodded a yes to Joannie and Joannie smiled and kissed her.

Erin then sheepishly said, “I’ll do it,” Shocking the other lesbian girls with her agreement. Then she added, “What’s the big deal it’s not like I’m an anal virgin.”

Naomi then said, “Well then it’s a date. How about after the Reggae party tonight we all meet back at our room? It is our last night on the resort so let’s really party tonight.”

Everyone agreed and I thought to myself, “This is going to get very interesting tonight.” I also made a mental note to get Naomi’s address so that we could stay in touch and maybe meet at the resort again in the future.

Cont…..

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I’m a 34 yr. old man dating a 38 yr. old woman with a 19 yr. old daughter, still living at home and a 16 yr. old nephew that stays with her on most weekends and during breaks from school. I went over one Saturday about a month ago and just let myself in as was usual as I’ve been dating Melissa for about 8 months now and was under the impression that I was expected.
I walked through the kitchen and not seeing anyone started to make my way into the living room. As I was about to step across the threshold, I heard a moan escape someone’s lips that turned into an, “Oohhh shit Aunt Mel!” Hearing that should have prepared me for what I was about to see, but needless to say my jaw still dropped when I rounded the partition wall and saw reflected in the mirror my girlfriend kneeling in front of her nephew running her tongue up and down the length of his cock. Now, I’m not small, I have a good 8 inches, but this kid had to be packing about 6 1/2 inches himself.
As I stood there, slackjawed and dumbfounded not knowing whether to raise hell or quietly slip out, I realised my own cock had stiffened watching Melissa lick her teenage nephews cocklike her favorite popsicle and only snapped out of it when she finally took him wholly in her mouth and he released another,
“Aahhh man!” (Or it might have been Amen as I was a bit entranced when it happened) But I found myself sticking around to watch desptie my earlier reaction. I stuck around for another 5 or 6 minutes watching my girlfriends head bob up and down on his young cock, before finally deciding to leave. As I turned though I heard, “Aunt Mel, I’m gonna cuummm!” I looked back just as he went into full convulsions thrusting his hips into her eager mouth. The kid must have cum a full gallon because she kept swallowing for several seconds and being the pro cock sucker she is not missing a drop.
After watching this display I quietly let myself out and started making my way home to contemplate how I was going to contemplate this. But first thing on my mind was handling my own aching hard-on. I hadn’t gotten more than a couple blocks away when my cell phone rang. “I thought you were coming over.” she said. I had to pull over to talk as I was having a horrible time thinking of what to say, so I tried playing dumb. “I just haven’t made it over yet.” “Oh, ok.” she said with a hint of disbelief in her voice. “Well, when are you coming?” “I don’t think I’ll be able to make it today.” I told her, still unsure of what to do or say. With more than a little disappointment in her voice she asked, “Didn’t you like the show I put on for you?” What the fuck?, I thought but still didn’t let on. “Huh?” was the only response I could muster. “I thought you’d enjoy it, you’re always talking about wanting to see me with someone else.” Ih ad said that many times but never imagined it’d be with her nephew. “I just never thought…..” At this she started laughing, “I told you when we started dating that I came from a wild family!” She then proceeded to tell me that this was a bit of a tradition in her family, how her Aunt and Uncle, then her Mother had initiated her and her brother when she was about 12. How she had given Shawn his first blowjob on his 13th birthday and took his virginity on his 14th. And how she first engaged her daughter Crystal in mutual masturbation when she was 12 and had turned her into a master pussy eater within 4 months and watched her brother fuck her when she turned 13.
By the time she finished I was pouring sweat and my cock felt like it was going to burst through my pants. I sat there for what seemed like forever when she asked, “I”ve completely freaked you out haven’t I?” “I understand if you don’t want to see me anymore but PLEASE don’t tell anyone!!” “Truth is, I don’t think I’ve been more turned on in all my life.” “Really?” she asked with a bit of mischief in her voice. “Was there anything you would have liked me to do different?” “Well, I’d liked to see him cum on your face or tits like I usually do.” “I usually just have him do that when we fuck, but if you wanna come over now you can cum all over me if you want!” I told her that I was turning around right then but that it would be a definite quickie as I was about to explode already. “That’s ok,” she said, “Shawn just left for a while and Crystal won’t be home for bout an hour, IF you think you’re ready to see that.” “I’m sure I will be by the time she gets there.” I said.
When I walked in the door she met me with a passionate kiss. Then dropped another bomb. “Slight change of plans.” She then proceeded to strip me down and bind my hands behind me before sitting me on the couch. “This is so you don’t get yourself off before I’m ready.” She then explained that she wanted to time my blowjob with Crystals arrival like she had timed Shawn’s with mine. She wasted no time in stripping off her own clothes and teasing me to damn near the breaking point. She started by rubbing her foot along my thigh. I warned her that if she didn’t want me to cum just yet not to touch my cock. She just grinned ear to ear and told me, “I know what I’m doing.” She then stood on the couch and lowered her nearly hairless cunt just inches from my face. She began making grinding motions towards me so that I could smell and nearly taste her sweetness.
Trying to keep from just knocking her over and forcing my cock on her somehow I asked, “So ummm, Crystal and Shawn, do they…” She laughed at this and lowered herself a little further sothat her (albeit a little saggy but still beautiful) 34B tits and raven-black hair were in my face and her cunt hovered barely above my cock. Still laughing a little she said, “He had her bent over the kitchen sink when I came in for breakfast this morning, she said she just needed a little before work.” Then with her feet on the floor she kneeled in front of me and said, “I wish she’d hurry so I can put your cock in my mouth.” “That makes 3 of us, you, me, and my cock.” I replied. She then lowered her mouth so close that I could feel her breath on the head of my dick. She then raised up and gave me a peck on the cheek. “Be right back.” I know she was only torturing me because she was gone for nearly 10 minutes for what should have taken 10 seconds.
When she came back she had both hands behind her back. “I’m giving you one out, if you’re sure you’re ready to see me with Crystal and can wait for her to get home, we’ll keep this up. If not tell me and I’ll suck you off right now.” “No I can take it.” Which felt like a lie. She pulled out her left hand with a phone in it. She called her daughter and after asking her how long she’d be said, “Good. Scott’s here for a family meeting.” With a wink to me. She smiled and said, “Even better.” “She said she was planning on making a few stops on the way home but it wasn’t anything that couldn’t wait and she’d be here in about 15 minutes.” Then she sat in the floor and spread her legs before revealing a vibrator in her right hand. “In the meantime…..” I was helpless to watch while she ran the shiny gold toy up her slit to her enormous clit. Melissa always had a large clit which made for some very intense orgasms, but like my cock I’d never seen it swelled like this before. It didn’t take long for what seemed to be several orgasms caused her body to vibrate and her cunt to leave a rather large puddle on the tile floor. She looked like she was ready to give out but then stuck the tip of the vibrator in her slick hole while she laid all the way back and at first slowly, then with more force with each thrust began to fuck herself furiously with the toy. Her heavy breathing and moans became cries of pure ecstacy as another wave of orgasms took her and another flood spilled onto the floor. Her body shook so much I thought she would faint. And her screams became so loud we almost didn’t hear Crystal’s car door shut.
With seemingly renewed energy, she leapt towards me and unbound my hands. With her hands still holding my wrists, she put her face nose to nose with mine and through her labored breathing whispered, “Soon.” Gone were her playful smiles, replaced by a look of pure lust. As soon as the kitchen door closed Melissa called out, “In here sweetie.” I turned to see Crystal with the same look on her face as her Mothers biting her lower lip standing next to the same wall from where I watched Melissa suck the cum from her nephew’s cock not an hour before. As I looked at this gorgeous 19 yr. old girl I felt Melissa’s mouth engulf nearly all my cock at once. I turned back just as she brought her head up and took it all on the second try. As I had promised her earlier it wasn’t long, maybe 8 or 9 trips up and down my shaft before I announced, “Now baby!” She removed her mouth from me, just as the first massive shot hit right below her nose. The second and third hit her lips and cheeks, while she opened her mouth for the next couple swallowing some and allowing the rest to drip down her chin where it mingled with the last shots and dripped down onto her chest. She got up off her knees and after another deep kiss sat next to me spreading her legs. She then looked at her daughter and told her, “Now sweetie, come clean Mommy up.”
Crystal started walking towards the couch leaving a trail of clothes behind her. And as she stood naked in front of her Mother in all her glory, I had never really noticed before just how much they looked alike. Except for Crystal’s hair having a few blonde streaks, and her tits being more perky and a bit larger, (I’ve since learned they’re 36C) and standing a little taller, (Melissa is 5’3″ Crystal is 5’5″) they could be sisters.
She knelt in front of her Mother, and used her right hand to caress Melissa’s neck before leaning in and seperating her lips with her tongue and delivering the most erotic kiss I’d ever witnessed. When their lips parted a string of my cum dangled between them until Crystal stuck her tongue out to bring it in. Then using it like a sponge, she began licking and sucking on Melissa’s face and tits until she had consumed every last drop. Then looking over at me with a smile, began kissing her slowly down her chest to her belly taking a moment to run her tongued around the belly button before taking her clit between her lips and tugging on it several times then sticking her tongue deep into the very pussy that had birthed her 19 yrs. before.
Melissa leaned her head back and through biting her lower lip let out a moan that said more than words could. I watched while she ran her fingers through her baby’s hair grinding her hips against her face and with her other hand began to rub her clit so hard I was waiting for it to burst into flames.. After about 5 minutes of Crystal orally probing her pussy and her own clit stimulation Melissa let out a cry of, “Oohhh honey…honeyyy!!” The convulsions in her body and thrusting of her hips as she pu;;ed Crystal’s face deeper into her told the tale. After the orgasm ceased Crystal stayed buried in her Mom’s cunt for another few seconds, making sure every drop was taken in. “Just like a good little girl.”

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