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The world’s first futa sparks off an orgy in her dorm.

The World’s First Futa – Futa’s Wild Day
Chapter Three: Futa’s First Wild Party
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2018
April 17th, 2047
“Now this sounds interesting,” Adelia Tash said. My interviewer leaned forward, her caramel face alight with curiosity. “What could have happened in your dorm room to so change your outlook on your futa-cock?”
I shifted in my seat on the couch, glancing at the studio audience watching. I could feel the breathless anticipation buzzing through the air. I didn’t fight the smile growing on my lips as I felt their eagerness. Even now, almost thirty years later, I still drank in the attention women gave me. Being the world’s first futa was winning the ultimate lottery.
And it still paid out.
“I started an orgy,” I said, my pussy so wet, my futa-dick throbbing beneath my skirt. “I didn’t mean to, but…”
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October 1st, 2017
Dr. Senior had no answers for me. He couldn’t explain why my clit had sprouted into a cock or why my presence drove women so wild with horny lust that they had to have sex with me. He claimed it was all impossible despite the evidence, my massive futa-dick, to the contrary. It left me feeling crushed. How could I live my life if every woman I came across wanted to have sex with me?
Were driven to fuck me.
It had to disrupt their lives. They didn’t appear to have any self-control. It compelled them to have sex with me or with others. To do things they would never do. Normal people didn’t just dive into an orgy during college, like what happened during my first class this morning, or cheat on their spouse with a strange patient they were treating, like my nurse Rhea had during my exam.
Should I become a hermit? Should I stay away from women? Maybe… Maybe it was the only way.
My cock didn’t like that idea as I rode in my Uber ride-share car back to my dorm. A man drove it. I had no affect on them. He hardly looked at me in my baggy sweatpants. He had no idea I had a huge cock tucked into my panties aching and throbbing to feel a woman again. Hot pussy, sucking mouths, tight assholes…
I wanted them so badly. My pussy grew so wet, my poor panties struggling to absorb the flood. I didn’t want to go into exile. I wanted to have fun with my cock. Sex with my clit-dick was amazing. It felt so wonderful to slide into a woman, to pump my cock, and then to erupt my cum into her depths. But if the women didn’t have a choice in the matter… If my presence overruled their self-control, did I have the right to be around them?
To take advantage of them?
Guilt rippled through me. I shifted in the back of the car. Lust and unease battled in me, swirling through my guts. My hands rubbed at my sweatpants as my heart thudded away beneath my chest. My nipples ached. My dick throbbed. My stomach churned. I had to go into hiding. I didn’t know how it would work. Where I could go. I just had to get away from women. I had my hand. I could jerk off my dick and finger my cunt. It wasn’t as good, but…
The car stopped. “Well, have a nice day, Becky,” the drive said, giving me a nod from the front seat. “This is the right place, yes?”
I blinked, looking up and realized we were at my dorm. The sun was setting, evening deepening around the building. Students were streaming out, including female students. They were talking, looking at their phones, or just hurrying alone. None of them had any idea of the potential to change their lives with my cum.
My fertile, motile cum.
“Thank you,” I said to the driver. “This is it.” I took a deep breath.
“Well…” the driver said, his forehead furrowing. “Are you…. getting out?”
Heat warmed my cheeks. “Sorry.”
My hand shaking, I grabbed the handle, pulled, and darted out. I had to move fast, skirt around any women, and then get into my dorm room. I needed to pack up my things and flee to my parents’ house. I’d have to tell them and ask for their help. At least my mother, who I saw last night, wasn’t affected by me.
I had reached a full sprint by the time I reached the door to my dorm. I darted around a group of guys and wrenched it open. The elevator opened ahead and a group of girls stepped out. I cursed and darted towards the stairs. I raced up them, taking the steps two at a time. My breasts and futa-dick shifted beneath my clothing, stimulating my hard nipples and sensitive tip. My heart beat faster and faster. A hot flush washed over me as I passed the second floor and reached the third.
Music washed over me as I reached the third floor. The dorm next to mine had an open door, people crowding it, including two women. A party. I swallowed, hearing the sounds of laughing. I stared at the women, the unease twisting into dread in my stomach. Both were beautiful, a blonde with big tits stretching out a tight sweater, and a short-haired brunette with a nose ring.
They lay between me and my dorm.
I took a deep breath, preparing myself. My hand fumbled out my keys. I felt around, found the one for my door. Then I hurried ahead. I needed to move fast. The girls had their backs to the hallway. If I got into my dorm before they really noticed me…
I could do this.
The music thudded louder and louder. I skirted wide, my shoulder almost brushing the far wall of the hallway. My legs carried me fast. My skin felt tighter and tighter as I came closer and closer. The slender brunette stiffened. Her head turned as if she looked for something. The blonde shuddered, nipples dimpling the front of her sweater.
The felt me.
I hurried faster. I hunched my shoulders as I passed them. I just needed to take a few more steps and—
“Becky!” a familiar voice called out. Harry, from my Psychology 101 class where Professor Rider had sucked me off and fucked me before everyone, spotted me. He had joined in the orgy my presence had caused, making the women so horny that they needed to satiate their pussies with their own fingers or with others, having sex with people they never would have. “It’s her. It’s the futa I was telling you about.”
The two girls heads snapped around, focusing on me. Their eyes dilated. Both let out whimpering moans at the sight of me. Harry stood by them, the shaggy-haired guy grinning at me as he raised a red plastic cup to me.
“You got to join the party. That was so awesome what happened today in class. I got some great pussy thanks to you.” He grinned. “I wouldn’t mind some more.”
I shuddered.
“She really has a dick?” the blonde asked, licking her lips.
“Yes, she does, Kaelea,” Harry answered as I darted for my door. “You have got to see it. It thrusts from her pussy. Made every girl in class so wet. Even that nerd Chris got some pussy.”
“Yeah, Tiffany mentioned that,” the brunette said as I jammed my key into the lock.
The two girls advanced on me, the brunette’s jeans whisking as her thighs rubbed together. Kaelea’s big breasts jiggled and bounced in her tight sweater. It fit her like a second skin, stretching over those lush mounds. I wanted them so badly. I could just surrender. I could just have so much fun with them. Why was I running away? They wanted me. I could just have fun and…
They didn’t have a choice.
I twisted the key. The lock clicked. I barreled through my door and slammed it closed behind me. I pressed my back up against it, twisting the lock, my breasts rising and falling. My futa-dick throbbed in my tight panties, pulsing against them. My pussy itched. Lusts assaulted me, begging me to relent.
The girls knocked on my door.
“Becky,” Kaelea moaned, her voice liquid sex, “let us see your dicks. It sounds so hot. Me and Dona want to see it so badly.”
“So badly,” whimpered the brunette, Dona. “Just the idea is making me so wet. A chick with a dick… Tiffany raved about it. She wished she had a chance to enjoy your cock.”
“I know,” I said. “That’s why she fucked Chris. She must hate that now. She never liked the guy.”
“Not what she said,” Dona said. “She had a great time with Chris. She came hard on his dick during class. And now she’s out on a date with him. I couldn’t believe it, but she sounded into it.”
I frowned at that.
“Can’t you just let us get a glimpse?” Kaelea asked, her voice so throaty, so in need. I wanted to relent and open my door so badly. She sounded so wanton. So in need of my girl-dick. How could a single peek hurt?
She would want more. She would be driven to need more. She wouldn’t have any control over herself. I couldn’t do that to her.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
One of them twisted my locked doorknob, rattling it. Then she hit my door. “Come on, Becky, be cool,” Dona said. “Just let us see it. That sounds so hot. You really have a pussy and a cock?”
“Listen,” I said, my pussy clenching, my juices flooding out of me, “you’re not yourselves right now.”
“Really?” Amusement sounded in Dona’s voice. “What does that mean?”
“That my dick is controlling you.”
“Controlling?” Kaelea giggled. “Why, because the idea of you having a dick is so hot it turns us on?”
“That’s not controlling us,” Dona added
“Well, it’s influencing you,” I said. “It’s making you so horny. You’re not thinking straight.”
“Mmm, you sure? I can’t think straight because I’m horny? Does a hot guy influence me when he me makes me wet and want to have sex with him?”
“Guys don’t make you this horny. If I whipped out my dick, you’d have sex with it.”
“So hard,” Dona moaned. “I’d be such a slut for you, Becky.”
“See!” I turned around, facing my door. I pictured the two girls on the other side, their bodies shifting and shuddering. Their faces flushed. Nipples hard. Pussies wet. “That’s not normal. Would you just be a slut for a guy because he’s hot.”
“Well…” Kaelea’s words trailed off. “Maybe not, but that doesn’t change what I want right now. I want to see your cock. To have some fun.”
“What’s wrong with having some fun?” Dona asked.
“Nothing. But it’s just my pheromones or something affecting you. This isn’t who you are normally.”
“And?” Dona had such a flippant tone. “We want this bad. Why do you get to decide that our desires are wrong. That we shouldn’t be horny for you. Why are you speaking for us?”
I blinked my eyes.
“We can make our own decisions, Becky,” Kaelea said. “And this is our decision. Right, Dona?”
“Oh, yes. We want this badly. We’re adults. Barely, but we’re still eighteen. We can make our own decisions on who we have sex with. You don’t get to tell us that it’s wrong for us to want you. You don’t get to dictate who we’re attracted to and what we do about it.”
I frowned at their words. They wanted this. They sounded so serious. They didn’t sound like they were drugged. None of the women I had sex with dead. They all had clear eyes, they just really, really wanted to have sex with me. They enjoyed it. Even Tiffany… enjoyed what she did with Chris. What if I didn’t make girls so horny they had to have sex, but somehow I took away that societal guilt over being promiscuous? That pressure placed on girls not to be sluts, to not act on their desires like guys could. That leftover morality from a time when birth control wasn’t possible, when pregnancies could so impact a girl’s life.
So maybe… I wasn’t controlling them so much as… as freeing them. I wanted them. They wanted me. It was… consensual. Just like a girl who sees a hot guy and decides to have a one night stand with him. This was no different.
My hand twisted the lock.
Dona threw open my door, a big smile on her face. Her nose ring glinted as her dark eyes focused on me. Kaelea, a blonde with darker hue than my own golden locks, let out a purr as she advanced into my room, stalking me like a hungry lioness.
“Do you have any condoms?” I asked.
“Nope,” Dona said. “I’m on the pill.”
“Me, too,” Kaelea groaned, her eyes locked on my crotch. “Show us! Show us that dick!”
I couldn’t wait. I hooked the waistband of my sweatpants and my panties. I shoved them down hard. My futa-dick popped out, thrusting out of my blonde bush. My pink labia wrapped about the base, glistening with my juices. My sweet musk filled my nose. This wonderful, tingling delight rippled through me that left me shuddering.
Dona’s nose ring twitched a she inhaled. Her tongue flicked across her mouth. Her hands grabbed her t-shirt, a band’s logo stretched on the front, and ripped it off. She exposed small breasts not clad in a bra, her nipples pale-pink and hard.
“Oh, my god,” Kaelea said, her breasts jiggling as she shivered. “That is so awesome. You can see her pussy lips.”
“Yes!” groaned Dona. “Oh, wow, I got to enjoy that dick.”
Kaelea nodded her head then she pulled off her sweater, too. Her lush tits jiggled in a purple bra. Her flesh looked so lovely. I groaned, joining them, pulling off my top, my round breasts free of any bra. I hadn’t bothered putting it on after my exam. My nipples ached, thrusting hard from my tits. Beyond them, Harry watched in the doorway.
I didn’t care. Let him watch. That just made this more exciting.
The two topless girls fell to their knees before me, Kaelea’s tits bouncing in her purple bra. Their hands grabbed my dick. Their faces pressed together. Their lips nuzzled on my dick as they both stroked my girth. The two girls flicked their tongues out, caressing the tip of my cock. Pleasure shot through me. I groaned, my pussy clenched, and juices soaked my bush as my pleasure surged through me.
“That’s so hot,” Harry said.
“You have no idea,” I moaned, my dick throbbing. “It’s so amazing having two girls suck your dick.”
“I bet,” Harry groaned, such envy in his voice.
“Oh, wow,” a Korean girl gasped, peeking around Harry. “She’s got a dick.”
“Uh-huh,” Dona moaned before she sucked on the side of my dick.
Kaelea nursed on the other side. Their lips both sucked on a portions of my thick crown. Dona sucked harder while Kaelea’s lips felt plumper and softer. I shuddered, the two different delights on my dick’s tip shot pleasure down to my pussy. Their hands tightened on my girth, pumping up and down my long shaft. Their hands brushed each other, each only stroking half my length.
It was so hot. The pleasure spilled through me. It swirled through my pussy, warming up my ovaries. Futa-cum built in there as I moaned. I squeezed my breasts, kneading my round tits as my cock drank in their sucking passion. I rubbed my nipples, massaging them, playing with them.
“That’s it,” I groaned. “That’s how you please a woman’s dick. Ooh, yes, yes, yes, you’re just going to be my slut.”
“Oh, yes,” Dona moaned, her nose ring twitching as she flicked her tongue across the tip of my dick.
“Yeah, they’re your sluts,” groaned Harry. “Right, Young-Sook?”
The Korean girl nodded her head, her slanted eyes so wide. She had pale-olive skin, her breasts large despite her petite stature. Silky-black hair spilled about her features. She gripped my doorjamb as she whimpered in delight.
Her hungry, watching eyes spurred my lusts. My fingers rolled my nipples. Tingles raced down to my pussy then shot up to my cock. I whimpered and groaned. The pleasure building and surging through me. I sucked in a deep breath, my ovaries growing tighter and tighter as the two sluts sucked so hard on my dick’s tip.
They loved it. They bathed it with their tongues. Their lips kissed and nuzzled it. My dick throbbed in their stroking hands. They poured so much pleasure through me. I sucked in a deep breath, my cunt clenching hard.
“Yes!” I howled as I came.
My futa-dick pulsed in their hands. Pearly jizz splashed on both their faces. It spilled across their upper lips and cheeks. It splashed their noses. My thick girl-cum coated them as they both moaned. Kaelea’s tits jiggled in her bra as she moaned out in delight. Dona whimpered, her nose ring coated in my spunk.
Their tongues flicked out, gathering my jizz as the pleasure spilled through my body. I groaned, the pleasure spilling through my mind. So much delight filled me. My heart hammered in my chest. Ecstasy washed over my mind.
“She can even cum,” groaned Young-Sook. “That’s the hottest thing I have ever watched in my life!”
“Oh, wow,” a new guy said.
Others crowded the hallway as my orgasm peaked through me. A final spurt of cum fired from my dick and splashed on their faces. I shivered, my pussy spasming, unleashing a flood of rapture through my body.
Young-Sook darted into the room, falling down beside Dona. The Korean girl acted on her awakened lusts, wanting to experience my cum. She nuzzled into Dona’s cheek, lapping up the cum staining the brunette’s face. Young-Sook moaned as she tasted my spunk. She licked again and again, gathering more and more.
Kaelea, cum dripping down her face, just leaped at me. She gained her feet and almost tackled me. We stumbled back as her bra-clad tits pressed into my naked breasts. Her hot lips found mine. I tasted my salty cum on her mouth. My dick throbbed against her bare belly as her arms went around me. Her tongue thrust past my lips.
I shuddered in delight, backing up and hitting my bed. We fell on it, Kaelea squirming on top of me. My hands caressed her back as my cum dripped off her face onto mine. I shuddered, my futa-cock throbbing against her stomach. It felt so amazing. I caressed her skin down to her skirt-clad rump, gripping her ass as my dick throbbed harder and harder.
“Oh, my god, you’re so hot,” Kaelea moaned between kisses. “I’m on fire.”
“Uh-huh,” I whimpered and then licked up a line of pearly spunk off her cheek. My salty cream tasted so good, my fingers digging into her ass.
“Oh, I need you in me,” whimpered Kaelea. “This cock… Oh, I need this cock in me. I’ve never wanted to feel a guy cum in me before. But you… I want to feel you in me.”
“You are on the pill?” I asked.
She nodded her head. “The new one.”
“Good!” I groaned and kissed her hard.
As we kissed I yanked up her skirt. I found her panties, feeling so sleek and satiny beneath my grip. I ripped at them, drawing them off her as fast as I could. I just had to be in her pussy. Hot, silky, juicy pussy.
It was the best thing in the world.
I loved having one. I loved being in others.
She wiggled her hips as I drew her panties farther and farther down her thighs. She kissed me so hard, thrusting her tongue into my mouth and whimpered. She wanted to be in me so badly. She squirmed on me, grinding on my girl-dick. Pleasure tingled down my shaft to my pussy.
And then her panties were free. I threw them towards the sound of girls moaning, Dona and Young-Sook making such wanton noises. I didn’t care what they were doing as Kaelea rose, her purple skirt spilling about her thighs. She rose, shifting, my cock vanishing behind it. Her tits swayed in her bar, so heavy, begging to be free. She held my futa-dick, holding it up to nuzzle at the shaved folds of her pussy.
“Ooh, you want this so badly,” I groaned, loving the feel of her silky flesh.
“Yes!” she groaned and slammed her snatch down my cock.
I. Loved. Pussy.
My own cunt clenched hard as her juicy twat engulfed my dick. Her silky, hot flesh caressed my girl-cock. Pleasure rippled down my shaft and through my body. I shuddered, my breasts jiggling as I grabbed her hips.
“Holy fuck, you’re huge!” Kaelea whimpered. Her back arched, thrusting her bra-clad tits forward. Her blonde hair spilled about her face twisting with rapture. “Jesus, fuck, I love this cock!”
Before I could say anything, she rode me hard. She worked that cunt fast up and down my dick. Her silky flesh gripped me, clinging to my shaft. Her twat massaged my futa-cock, the tip drinking in the friction of her snatch sliding past me. I groaned, my back arching and my toes curling against the amazing pleasure rippling through me.
She groaned as she rode my cock. Her face twisted with rapturous pleasure as she reached behind her. She fumbled and then her bra came loose. Her tits bounced out of the cups, heavy and swaying. Silver barbells pierced both her pink nubs, sparkling in the light, adding such a wondrous delight to look at.
“Ooh, wow,” I moaned, my hands shooting up to those large tits. I liked them big. I dug my fingers into her flesh as she fucked her cunt up and down my cock. “Did these hurt?”
“So badly,” she whimpered as I played with her piercings. “But so worth it. Ooh, they make my nipples so sensitive and… Yes, yes, do that!”
Her snatch clenched down so hard on my girl-dick. I shuddered, the pleasure rippling through my body. My cunt clenched so hard. My dick throbbed in her depths as she bounced up and down my cock. Her tits heaved as I twisted and played with her piercings, stretching out her nubs. The pleasure built and built in my cunt.
God, I really loved pussy.
I moaned and whimpered as Kaelea worked her hips around, dancing her snatch around my girth. The pleasure surged through me in hard jolts. The blonde moaned and gasped as she rode me, her back arching as she screamed out her pleasure.
“Oh, damn, that is so hot,” Harry groaned.
“Jesus, look at her go. She’s riding that dick. Weren’t you dating her, Kurt?”
“We broke up.”
I blinked, realizing my ex-boyfriend had joined the party. I shuddered, feeling his blue eyes on me. He rubbed at his crotch as Kaelea rode me. I shuddered, squeezing my eyes shut so hard as my orgasm built faster in me.
“God, but I could just watch her fuck any girl,” Kurt moaned.
“Yes, yes, watch me fuck her,” gasped Kaelea. “This is so hot. I’m going to… going to… Cum!”
She slammed her pussy down my girl-dick. Her hot cunt writhed about me. I gasped, my eyes widening at the wonderful bliss surging around my cock. That spasming flesh worked at my shaft. My pussy clenched hard as the pleasure rippled through my body. My bed creaked as my back arched.
Kurt watched me with those blue eyes.
The pleasure burst in my cunt. That wonderful moment of utter climax washed through my body. My back arched as the pleasure howled through me. I gasped and shuddered. My cock erupted. I fired my futa-jizz into Kaelea’s orgasming pussy.
“She’s cumming in me!” howled Kaelea.
“Hot!” Harry groaned.
“Uh-huh,” I whimpered, stars dancing through my vision. “Oh, yes, yes, yes, slut! Take it!”
“Slut!” moaned Kaelea. “I’m the futa’s slut!”
“Yeah, you are,” Kurt groaned, squeezing his hardon through his jeans, his blue eyes smoldering as he watched me.
I couldn’t help smiling at him.
“Oh, yes, yes, it’s my turn to fuck her!” Dona moaned, hopping to her feet. She’d lost her jeans and her face looked smeared with pussy cream. Young-Sook lay on her back, her jeans bunched around her ankles, her thick, black bush matted down with glistening juices.
“Ooh, I want to just keep enjoying this cock,” Kaelea moaned as she squirmed atop me. “She churned me up.”
“I bet you could use a little more stirring,” Harry said, his cock out. He stroked himself, winking at Kaelea.
“Oh, why not,” the blonde moaned. “I could use another poke.”
Harry grinned at me. “I love you, Becky.”
I grinned back as he grabbed the blonde off of me, her pussy popping off my dick. Harry kissed Kaelea hard as Dona sauntered to my bed, her small breasts jiggling. She had a landing strip of dark-brown hair leading to her tight slit, Her juices glistening on it.
I glanced at Kurt, watching me, squeezing his cock. I remembered the fun we had sharing his step-sister Friday night. “Want to enjoy her asshole?”
Kurt grinned wider. “Not a lot of ex-girlfriends offer to have a threesome.”
“I’m just neat that way,” I said. It felt so wonderful to not have any guilt, to let all that go. This was just fun.
Dona glanced at Kurt. “Why not? He’s cute.”
“And he made me into the futa before you,” I said. “You really should thank him.”
“Letting him bugger me seems a good way,” she said as she straddled me. “Mmm, let me suck on that dick, big boy, and get you nice and wet for my asshole.”
I shuddered as Dona rubbed her shaved pussy on my cock. Kurt unzipped his jeans and pulled out his respectable dick. He’d probably be considered big if I didn’t have such a massive shaft. He proffered his cock. Dona opened her mouth wide and sucked on him, her glistening cheeks hollowing as she bobbed her head, giving him such pleasure. He groaned, his blue eyes squeezing shut.
My own clit-dick throbbed, glad he could get some pleasure.
I sucked on two of my fingers, getting them nice and wet, then reached behind the slut grinding her pussy on my shaft. Her plump lips half-wrapped about my cock as she slid up on them, sucking so hard. She groaned as I pressed my saliva-coated fingers into her rectum. Her sphincter swallowed my digits, making her moan so loudly about my ex’s dick.
“Damn,” groaned Kurt, his fists clenching. “She likes that.”
“I have a feeling Dona’s was a bit of slut before she met me.”
Dona moaned a yes around his cock, her bowels clenching on my fingers as they pumped in and out of her back door. She shuddered more and more on my shaft, grinding her hot cunt on my dick. The pleasure rippled down my shaft.
My dick throbbed beneath her grinding cunt. I wiggled my fingers in and out of her asshole. In the background, Kaelea and Young-Sook were both moaning, Harry grunting in delight. Flesh slapped flesh. Guys whooped and hollered. Girls moaned.
Like in class earlier, an orgy spread.
I didn’t care. I just enjoyed myself. I ripped my fingers out of Dona’s bowels and shoved them into my mouth. I sucked hard on them, loving the sour flavor of her asshole. The flavor was so dirty and nasty. It made my pussy clench, building another orgasm inside of me. I re-wet my fingers again then shoved them back into her bowels. Her sphincter swallowed my digits.
Dona whimpered about my ex’s cock. Then she ripped her mouth away. “I need your dicks in me! Come on, stud, plant that shaft in my asshole while I ride your ex-girlfriend’s bigger shaft.” She giggled. “That must suck. No wonder you broke up with her.”
“It did,” Kurt said, shrugged. “But shit happens. Besides…” He grinned. “I’m having fun now.”
Dona gave a throaty laugh as she slid her pussy up to the tip of my girl-dick. “Yeah, we are. Mmm, I’ve never had two dicks in me before.”
“Enjoy,” I grinned at her as she nuzzled the lips of her pussy against my cock’s tip.
She leaned low over me, pressing her small tits into my round breasts. “I will,” she moaned then kissed me.
As I tasted Young-Sook’s tangy pussy on her lips, her pussy swallowed my girl-dick. I groaned, reveling in the delight of another cunt today. She was tighter in different places than Kaelea and felt a little hotter. I loved the delight of her silky embrace. My hands grabbed her butt-cheeks, squeezing them and parting them as the rapture shuddered through my body.
The bed creaked as Kurt mounted it. While passion moaned through my room and the hallway, he loomed over us. I shuddered as Dona’s pussy clenched hard on my dick. Then she groaned into our kiss as Kurt thrust. His dick filled Dona’s bowels.
We both impaled her.
Dona writhed in rapture on our two cocks. She swirled her holes around our shafts. Pleasure shot through me as she worked her pussy on my clit-dick. My cunt clenched, drinking in the sensation flowing down my shaft.
“Fuck,” Kurt groaned as he hammered her bowels. “That’s amazing. She’s got such a tight asshole. Oh, damn, Becky, this is amazing.”
I just shuddered and writhed beneath Dona, her tits pressed so tight against mine. Our tongues dueled as she bucked between us. My dick ached and throbbed in her silky grip. The pleasure surged through my body, waves of dizzy delight washed across my mind. Stars danced on my vision as such ecstasy surged through me.
It was such an amazing delight. My hips bucked up, thrusting my dick into her steamy pussy. She whimpered, her cunt clenching on my dick as she kissed me harder and harder. She squirmed atop me, her pussy growing hotter and hotter.
She broke the kiss, moaning, “Holy fucking shit! Two dicks! A girl’s dick! This is fucking hot!”
“Uh-huh,” I whimpered, staring past at her to Kurt.
Pleasure crossed his face, his blue eyes squeezed shut as he thrust hard. His red hair shifted about his handsome features. Once, I found him so hot, but things had changed. He held no attraction for me, but I still had affection for him.
And it gave me such joy to share such pleasure with him.
“Fuck!” he grunted. “Your ass, Dona!”
“Cum in her,” I groaned, pumping my cock up into Dona’s cunt. “Just spill your jizz into her. Pump it so hard. Give it to her.”
“Yes!” he groaned, face twisting with rapture.
Around the room, more moans echoed. “Ooh, damn, yes, eat my pussy, Kaelea,” Young-Sook moaned. “Ooh, this is so hot.”
“You should try her pussy,” Harry groaned, flesh slapping on flesh coming from his direction. “Jesus, this is hot.”
“Ooh, Chris,” another girl moaned. “You’re getting so good at licking pussy.”
“You just taste so good, Tiffany.”
I shuddered at that sound, the guy from my class obsessed with futas eating out that sexy brunette. More moans groaned. Other men and women having such a good time, enjoying all the delights their bodies offered, hedonistic rapture surging through the room.
All because of me. My presence allowed them to enjoy such delights.
My futa-dick throbbed in Dona’s hot snatch. My nipples throbbed against her smaller nubs. I shuddered, kissing her hard on the lips again. My tongue danced through her mouth, tasting her sweetness as Kurt drove his dick into her hard.
“Fuck, yes!” he groaned, his face twisting above us. “Becky, thanks!”
I realized he was cumming into Dona’s asshole. The slut moaned into the kiss. Her pussy clenched down hard on my dick. Then she writhed about me. Her flesh massaged me, working around my cock. The delight surged straight to my ovaries.
They ignited them.
My cum detonated out of my cock.
I screamed my rapture into her mouth, kissing her so hard. My futa-jizz pumped into her writhing snatch. I filled her with my cum as Kurt flooded her with his jizz. Others were grunting and moaning, crying out as the pleasure surged through their bodies.
“Holy shit, Kaelea!” Young-Sook screamed. “That’s so good!”
“Fuck yeah,” Harry grunted.
“Chris!”
“Jesus,” Kurt panted. “Jesus, that was good. I don’t even know your name.”
Dona broke the kiss, her eyes fluttering. “Dona! Ooh, yes, stud, you were good. Mmm, yes.”
“And me?” I asked, breathless.
“You gave me what I needed,” she panted. “That cum in me. Ooh, you’re both just brimming in me.”
“Young-Sook!” Kaelea squealed. “Oh, wow, lick all that cum out of me.”
“Jesus, that’s my seed and the futa’s your licking up, slut,” Harry groaned.
My dick throbbed in Dona’s pussy as my pleasure swirled through me.
Dona grinned. “You want some Korean pussy, don’t you?”
I nodded my head.
The brunette laughed. “Go get her!”
Kurt and Dona pulled apart from me. Dona kissed my boyfriend hard, pressing him down on my bed. Maybe something would spark between them. Or maybe they’d just have some fun. Either way, it made me smile seeing Kurt rebounding from our breakup.
My dick, dripping with Dona’s juices, thrust from me as I rolled off my bed. Young-Sook knelt between Kaelea’s thighs, feasting on the blonde’s bush. She bucked her ass at me, that black bush beckoning, dripping with her juices.
It hid her pussy.
I threw myself at her, falling to my knees behind her. My wet cock smacked into her pale-olive butt-cheeks. She moaned into Kaelea’s cunt, eager to feel me. Kaelea’s blue eyes met mine. She grinned at me, licking her lips, urging me to fuck the slut.
I did.
I slammed into Young-Sook’s pussy as I stared around the orgy writhing through my dorm room. A Black girl moaned as a guy fucked her from behind. Her ebony tits bounced and jiggled as she took the White guy’s cock.
“Damn, Jacinda,” he groaned, “you are dripping wet.”
“Uh-huh,” she purred, glancing at me.
A redhead name Glory sucked on two guy’s cocks, cum dripping out of her pussy. She looked so happy as she went back and forth like she was finally enjoying something she’d always wanted to try and never had the courage.
Not before me.
I shuddered as I pumped away at Young-Sook’s pussy. The pleasure spilled through my body as I pumped away, drinking in all the wonderful delights of her snatch. She bucked back into me as she licked Harry’s and my cum out of the blonde’s cunt.
“Oh, Young-Sook, yes, yes, lick me clean,” Kaelea moaned, humping hard against Young-Sook. The blonde watched me, her fingers tugging on her silver piercings, stretching out her pink nubs.
“Yes, lick every drop up, slut,” I moaned, smacking Young-Sook’s ass.
Her pussy clenched while her butt-cheek rippled.
I groaned, loving the sight of my handprint blossoming red across those creamy butt-cheeks. My pussy clenched, my lusts surging through me. I pumped away harder and harder, my hands groping her rump.
My kneading grip parted her asscheeks, exposing her sphincter. The sight of that puckered opening sent such an ache through my girl-dick. I had to enjoy that delight Kurt had with Dona. I need that velvety grip about my dick.
I ripped my futa-cock out of Young-Sook’s pussy and shifted up to her asshole. The girl gasped, throwing a look over her face. Her eyes were glassy with pleasure, cream and cum dripping off her chin. “No, no, fuck my pussy!”
“I want your asshole!” I moaned and thrust into her bowels.
Her slanted eyes widened wide. She let out a moan of rapture, her velvety asshole clamping down on my dick. She shuddered as I speared into the depths of her anal sheath. The pleasure rippled down my shaft, the hot friction stimulating me, driving me to pump my hips hard and fast.
“Yes, yes, fuck her ass,” moaned Jacinda, the Black girl shuddering on the White guy’s cock. “Ooh, yes, yes, yes, plow her.”
“Ooh, yes, fuck her ass!” gasped Kaelea. She grabbed Young-Sook’s silky-black hair and hauled the Korean slut’s mouth back to her pussy. “Ooh, don’t stop eating me! I need to cum!”
“Yes,” I whimpered, my hips pumping away so fast, the pleasure spilling through my body. Such hot rapture filled me. It was so amazing. It had me gasping and moaning. The bliss spilled through my body. It felt so amazing. It had me trembling and groaning, my pussy clenching.
Juices dripped down my thighs as my cunt grew hotter and hotter. Every thrust into her asshole built my orgasm in my depths. My pleasure came so quickly. I just wanted to keep cumming. To revel in the holes of every girl writhing through my classroom. Pleasures spilled through me. I grew dizzier and dizzier.
Kurt groaned in the background. Harry stroked his dick, growing hard again as he watched us. Glory moaned as a third guy slammed into her pussy. She kept stroking the other two guys’ dicks, sucking back and forth as the redheaded slut was fucked hard. Tiffany writhed beneath Chris, hugging the nerdy guy to her body.
I made this happen. My new girl-dick gave them all this pleasure.
“Young-Sook,” I moaned, pounding so hard and deep into her bowels. “Oh, yes, I’m going to cum so hard into your bowels.”
“Uh-huh!” Young-Sook moaned.
“Do it!” hissed Kaelea, her face twisting in pleasure. She tugged on her left nipple while her right hand gripped the Korean slut. “Fill her bowels with your jizz. I’m going to lick her clean.”
“Fuck, yeah,” Harry moaned.
Kaelea bucked hard. She cried out in orgasmic rapture while licking her lips. Young-Sook’s bowels clenched down hard on my dick, eager for Kaelea to lick her clean. I shuddered and plowed deep into her bowels, my climax surging through me.
Ecstasy slammed into my mind as I unleashed my cum into her bowels. The pleasure surged through me so hot as I pumped load after load of jizz into her bowels. I shuddered, my tits shaking as I spilled my seed into her.
I loved it. The pleasure had me swaying. I blinked, growing light-headed from cumming so much so close together. My entire body buzzed in delight. My thighs grew slicker with more pussy juices. I whimpered as I pumped the last blast of cum into her asshole.
I fell backward, landing on my back, my cock popping out of Young-Sook’s bowels. The room spun around me. I blinked, dizzy darkness fuzzing across my vision. Jacinda’s face appeared above me, a huge smile on her thick lips.
“Yes!” she moaned and sucked my dirty cock into her mouth.
I shuddered, my pussy, still spasming from my orgasm, clenched hard. My entire body shuddered as the Black slut worshiped my dick. She bobbed her head, cleaning off Young-Sook’s ass from my shaft.
Things grew hazy after that. Pussy blurred into pussy. I kept cumming and cumming, pumping my jizz into mouth, ass, or cunt. It was wonderful. It was amazing. Guys high-fived me, enjoying their women. I remembered fucking Tiffany’s cunt while she sucked on Chris’s cock. I rammed my dick into Glory’s snatch then finished off in Young-Sook’s pussy. I savored a few of the girls from my psychology class, plowing them so hard.
I reveled in my first wild party. I savored it. This was my new life, and I never wanted to go back.
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April 17th, 2047
“And that’s when I realized that I didn’t have to feel guilty over having sex,” I said to the audience while I felt my wife’s blue eyes watching me from off-stage, giving me her loving support. “I just needed to be freed of that same out-dated, repressive morality that has chained women for eons. Like my presence frees women, Dona and Kaelea freed me.”
“Amazing,” Adelia said, her voice such a purr. “I think we’re all thankful for that freedom to just enjoy sex with whomever we wish.”
My dick throbbed so hard in my dress. Thanks to my wife’s naughty blowjob during the last commercial break, I didn’t have any panties on. It tented the front of my dress, aching. It was so hot talking about my past.
“Wanting to enjoy some with me again?” I asked her, arching an eyebrow.
She laughed. “Always, Becky.”
“So after that night, I dove into my new lifestyle. I became utterly hedonistic. I reveled in all the pussy I could. I was having a blast.”
“Literally?” Adelia asked, arching an eyebrow.
My cock throbbed. “Well, my clit-dick was.”
The audience laughed.
“But then, about a month-and-a-half later, Mrs. Albertson and Janice showed up on my doorstep with surprising news. News that would change the world.” I glanced at the active camera, staring at those viewers watching the show streamed over the internet. “They were pregnant.”
“Ooh, I bet that was quite a conversation,” Adelia said. “And when we return from a message from our sponsors, we’ll dive into the revelation that women could be bred by women. Stay tuned.”
I couldn’t wait to tell that part of my life.
The END of This Tale of the World’s First Futa

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“My name is Jodie, I am the PA for a New York based business tycoon. We are in your city for a range of meetings and appearances.

“My female boss Ada is too old for conventional sex or intercourse any more. Though she does have a range of sexual preferences and fetishes that still turn her on for entertainment, usually with my help.”

When I arrive at their suite in the best hotel in town Jodie greets me simply dressed in high heels, a knee length white skirt and a black silk top.

Lily white skin, long brunette hair that hangs below her shoulders and a big sexy smile with very attractive facial features.

“One of her pet fetishes is watching a much younger, very well hung man masturbate for her. And she loves talking and offering advice and encouragement while it is happening,” she tells me as she leads me into the main room.

When I first see her boss it is easy to understand why she is too old for conventional sex or intercourse, though she still has a very sexy persona and presence as she speaks in a very commanding and stentorian voice as she looks me over while sitting in an oversize arm chair. She is dressed in killer heels and a black tight fitting leather slacks and matching top and it is easy to understand that she once had a killer body.

“Hello handsome boy. You do understand why you are here today? I want you to please some of my sexual fetishes. Size has always been important for me. I love a really well-hung man. And I love being teased by watching a really well-hung man masturbate for me, slowly.

“I have always had an almost insatiable sexual appetite. However, my internal plumbing gave out years ago, but not my sexual appetite. I still get a real buzz out of watching. If the man is really good I may show him one of my sexual fetishes.”

“I will help you get an erection for her,” Jodie tells me very understandingly with a timbre in her voice and a very big smile.

“I am wearing just three items, shoes, skirt and top. Which one would you like me to take off? Part of Ada’s turn on is looking at me in just two items.

“Leave your shoes on, and your top on, take your skirt off for me.”

She does with great aplomb and she looks sensational as she poses with her legs apart and her hands on her hips. A partly naked woman can often be far more attractive than a totally naked one.

Her top finishes just above her pubic hair and as she turns to pose for me her wonderful ass is completely naked below her top.

She is around forty-five, tallish, terrific long slender legs, trimmed pubic hair, a long strip, just a one inch wide by three inches long, and no hair at all on her cunt lips.

Watching a very attractive woman strutting around naked from the waist down is turning me on.

“Show us what you have for us,” Ada commands as Jodie starts undressing me.

“Love the little black knickers, and I can see you do have a big cock.”

Jodie has a huge smile and is obviously enjoying herself undressing me.

“Take your knickers off for us,” Ada tells me in demanding voice.

“I want Jodie to do it for me,” I smile back.

Jodie does ever so slowly and I can hear Ada gasp audibly as my cock and balls are now on show hanging out of my tiny crotch-less g-string, “Wow, that really is something, huge, fucking magnificent.

“Tease him with your fingers Jodie. Then when he is absolutely rock hard I want to feel that huge cock in my hands.”

Jodie does exactly what Ada told her to do. She has obviously teased cocks with her fingers many times previously and the feel of her fingertips on my erection while Ada watches has me rock hard.

Jodie still has her top and shoes on and is naked from the waist down to her shoes – a very exciting look for me while she is teasing my cock.

“Come here so I can feel your magnificent cock,” Ada instructs.

“I have small hands and can barely get my hand around that,” she teases as she alternates between teasing it and stroking it very hard.

“Now sit on that stool in front of me. You are here to masturbate for me and for my visual pleasure.

“Put some of that special oil that we purchased in Bangkok on his erection and see if he likes it Jodie.”

The oil feels wonderful as Jodie applies it to full length of my erection, softly at first then stroking it on with a clenched hand.

“Like that big boy? That was US$100 a bottle, not sure what it contains but it felt very nice on my hands. And your cock likes it.

“Want me to get naked for you now?”

“Yes but leave your shoes on for me. Your legs are sensational in them.”

“You are here to masturbate for me and for my visual pleasure,” Ada tells me again as I drink in Jodie’s now fully naked body as she shows it off to me with her hands on her hips.

“I am yours to please and be pleased when she is finished with you. I am looking forward to watching you masturbate. Your cock is magnificent,” she whispers as she pulls up another stool close to me and in front of Ada.

“Now masturbate for both of us. How long can you hold out for?”

The exhibitionist in me is enjoying the moment as I alternate my gaze between Ada and Jodie while I tease my cock with the tips of my fingers.

“I like what you are doing, it is very exciting for me,” Ada smiles.

I look sideways at Jodie as she smiles at Ada’s remarks without saying a word.

“Talk us through what you are doing,” Ada smiles again, obviously enjoying watching me.

“I have a grade ten erection smeared in wonderful oil, that was applied by a lady wearing just shoes and a top. Bare ass, sexy shaved cunt, and wonderful legs.

“Her fully dressed boss in black leather has a very sexy persona and I am very turned on masturbating for her pleasure and enjoyment.

“I am teasing the full length of my rock hard erection with the tips of my fingers.

“Shortly I will wrap my hand around it and do it harder, much harder.

“I am fantasizing what Ada would have done with my erection if she was thirty or forty years younger.

“And what I might have done with her.

“And I would love Jodie to stand behind me and tease my nipples while I masturbate for you Ada.”

“Do it for him Jodie.”

“Her fully dressed boss has a very sexy persona and I am very turned on masturbating for her pleasure and enjoyment. I would love her to suck my cock. I have never had a fully dressed woman your age blow me.

“I am very turned on and my cock is rock hard for you Ada.”

“And so I shall,” she replies with a tremor in her voice. “Your cock is huge, just magnificent. I used to be very good at this, very, very good,” she whispers as she kneels in front of me and licks the underside of my cock, then the sides with one hand on my balls as Jodie is teasing just the tips of my nipples.

“Hard or soft big boy, tell me what you want,” Ada asks as she scratches and squeezes my balls and takes my cock between her pursed lips.

“Hard,” I smile excited as I am about to learn what her version of hard might be. At first I could not work out what the incredible and very pleasurable sensation was on my erection, something I had never ever experienced previously. Then it dawned on me, Ada had removed her dentures and was doing wonderful things with her mouth, gums, lips and tongue to my erection.

“Am I good, ever had that before?,” she manages to mutter.

“Wish I was thirty years younger so I could fuck you.

‘“Am I good, ever had that before, you haven’t told me yet?,” Ada teases as she manipulates her her mouth, gums, lips and tongue to my erection.

“No I haven’t, that is fucking incredible,” I manage to answer as Jodie stands behind me kissing my neck and teasing my nipples.

“She is good isn’t she, that is a huge turn on for me. She wants you to fuck me doggy style while she watches after she is done with you,” Jodie whispers loudly enough for Ada to hear. “And so do I, very much.”

I am so close to a huge orgasm as Ada lets my cock slip out of her mouth and teases it ever so softly with a finger tip as Jodie is teasing the tips of my nipples with her fingertips.

“You are breathing very heavily, don’t hold back,” Ada smiles as she increases the manipulation of her mouth, gums, lips and tongue on my erection to new heights. Never ever had a blow job such as this, as my body shudders and I have huge noisy orgasm as I watch her swallow.

“Now I want you to fuck Jodie for me while I watch. We will have to help you get a new erection. What can we do to help him Jodie?” Ada asks with a wicked smile after I return from a shower.

“Did you realize Jodie is bisexual? She loves me licking her cunt. Want to watch? Will that help you get a new erection? She is very horny after watching me blow you,” Ada teases as Jodie stands against the wall, legs apart with one foot on a chair as Ada kisses and licks her nipples as they hold hands.

Then she kneels in front of Jodie and licks her cunt lips with Jodie holding my gaze. “Nice foreplay for you? Your cock is reacting. Come and kiss me while Ada is licking my cunt and I will stroke your cock.

“One orgasm on her tongue and you can fuck me while she watches. That is so good Ada, you keep getting better and better and even better, so good, so fucking good,” Jodie moans as she orgasms.

“Fuck me now,” Jodie whispers as she leans on her elbows over a narrow table with her legs apart wearing nothing but heels as Ada stands alongside watching. As I slowly slide my erection into Jody, Ada has her hands on my ass. I can feel her finger nails digging into my ass cheeks as I slide my cock into Jody and withdraw as she has her hands and nails all over ass.

Very exciting for me fucking a gorgeous woman doggy style while her boss, dressed in black leather and heels, has her hands all over my ass cheeks.

“We asked you here to entertain us and you have been very good, What about us, have we entertained you?” Ada teases as she strokes and scratches my ass as I increase the tempo of my fucking.

“Would you like some oil on your ass?,” Ada asks. Without waiting for an answer I can feel her smearing oil all over my ass. “What about in your ass?” Again without waiting for an answer I can feel her dripping oil into my ass crack which is very pleasant as I am fucking Jodie doggy style.

“Jody told you I have a range of sexual preferences and fetishes that turn me on for entertainment and sexual pleasure. How about this?,” she asks as I can hear the noise of a vibrator.

“And this, like that while you fucking my PA?”she asks as I tense and feel the vibrator sliding into my ass. “And this?,” as she sets the vibrator to variable speed.

“I can feel that, so good, fuck me harder,” Jodie is moaning as I am holding back a huge orgasm and Ada increases the vibrator speed. “Cum with me, cum with me,” Jodie and I are almost screaming as we orgasm together.

“Was everything Jodie told you about me at the first contact true, did you enjoy my fetishes?

“Yes I did very much and I loved your black leather outfit.”

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Mark and his family deal with the death of his abusive father.

The Devil’s Pact
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2013

Chapter Twenty-one: The Glassners

Visit my blog at www.mypenname3000.com.

“I shot him.”

Silence filled the car. Mary’s hand was holding mine, gently squeezing. Her hand was warm and comforting. My dad was dead. My mom shot him. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what to say. I opened my mouth, worked my jaw, but nothing came out. What could I say? What should I do? My dad was dead. The bastard was dead.

A ragged sob came over the speakers of my Mustang, my phone synced up to the car stereo via bluetooth. “Mark, I don’t know what to do,” sobbed my mom over the phone. There was a muffled banging and shouts in the background. “The police are here, Mark. I…I got to.”

“Wait, mom!” I shouted hoarsely, finally finding my voice but the line was dead.

Mary reached over and hugged me tight. “I’m so sorry, Mark,” she whispered.

“I’m fine,” I muttered. I had felt nothing when mom said dad was dead. Hearing the shouts, the bangs, fear was gripping my heart, now. My mom, my sweet, patient, saint of a mom was in trouble. She’s never done a wrong thing in her life. Dad probably had it coming. He used to beat my mom all the time when I was a kid. Fuck, he’d beat me, too. God, I should have done something to my dad, earlier. Why didn’t I?

Fuck, I was going to tell him off tomorrow, when my parents came over for dinner. I was going to make him feel as powerless and helpless as I had. He was going to suffer, to crawl and grovel at my feet. He was going to pay for all the beatings he gave me. All the bruises he gave my mom. And now he was dead. And my mom was in trouble.

“Let’s go,” Mary said, calmly. “Put your cock away, and lets go help you mom.”

I pulled out my Nextel, pushed the call button. The Nextel chirped, connecting me to the network. “Master to 23,” I calmly said, holding the Nextel a few inches form my mouth.

“23,” a female voice answered back. 23 was one of our twelve cops I turned into bodyguards today. 24 and her were our guards this evening, sitting in a cop car just a few parking spots down from us.

“We’re going to 1414 S. Alaska St, in Parkland,” I said. “It’s an emergency. We’ll follow you.”

“10-4, 23 out.”

We raced behind the DuPont Cruiser. 23 had the sirens and lights blaring, weaving through traffic as I tailgated her. We got on 512, flying west towards Parkland. In no time we were exiting onto Steele St at the Parkland-Lakewood boundary, turning left and in two minutes we were pulling up at my parents house.

Four Pierce County Sheriffs and a Lakewood patrol car were on the scene, along with a Medic One ambulance. Neighbors were milling about. The only one I recognized was Betty Cooley. She was my age and lived a few houses down when we were kids. Concern painted her light, mocha-skinned face. She was half Black and half White, and had vivid, blue eyes. I vaguely remembered my mom mentioning she had to move back in with her parents a few years ago. The memory of the time I asked her out some school dance was flashing in my mind. The one time I worked up the courage to do so and after she laughed in my face, I never had the courage to ask another girl out.

I wasn’t sure why I was thinking about all of this. I had bigger things to worry about then some stupid high school crush. My dad was dead. My mom killed him. Betty Cooley hardly mattered at all. She still looked pretty, thin and with that beautiful skin. If I didn’t have bigger problems I probably would bend her over the car and fuck her raw while she ate out Mary’s cunt.

“It’s alright,” Mary whispered, touching my arm. “We’ll face it together.”

I don’t remember what I said to the cops outside to get us into the house. I was like a robot, not in control of my body, as I walked up to the door. Inside my dad was dead. My mom killed him. That was all that rattled about in my head. I gripped the brass handle of the door knob. My dad installed this handle when I was seven or eight. I helped him out, handing him his tools. He told me I was good son and ruffled my hair with his hand. Mary reached out and placed her hand over mine.

“We’ll face it together,” she whispered. God, she was the best. I pushed down on the handle and the door opened.

Inside, my mom was handcuffed, sitting on the couch, sobbing softly. Two Sheriff Deputies were talking to her. Her brunette hair was a mess, tousled and tangled like she just woke up. But it was nearly eight o’clock at night. She wouldn’t have gone to bed that earlier. But then why is she wearing her pink, frayed housecoat? Her beautiful face was puffy from her tears, her eyes bloodshot.

“Take off the handcuffs,” I barked at the two deputies. “It was clearly self defense and that’s how you’ll right it up in your reports. My dad was abusive and my mom had to defend herself.”

One of the deputies started uncuffing my mom, who blinked at me. “Mark,” she croaked. “I shot him in the back.”

“He was beating you, wasn’t he,” I asked.

“He…” she broke off. “I just had to stop him, Mark.”

“It was clearly self defense, mam,” one of the deputies said. “I think we have all we need. You’re free to go.” He handed her a card. “Here is the name of a grief counselor.”

“But…” my mom started to protest, confused by the sudden change of behavior of the cops, clutching the white card in her hands

“He deserved it,” I said, sitting down next to my mom and putting a comforting arm about her shoulders.

“No one deserves to die,” she muttered, miserably. “I…I just had to stop him.”

“From what, mom?” I asked, but she just sobbed again. The demon, Lilith, had told me that the only person my powers couldn’t work on were my mom and it looked like she was right. For Mary, it would be her father, if she had any powers that worked on a man, that is. “Okay, mom, you don’t have to tell me.”

“You don’t hate me, do you, Mark?” she whispered, plaintively.

“No, mom,” I said, hugging her tighter. “I could never hate you, mom. Dad was a bastard, anyways. He deserved it. And now you’re free of him. Free to be happy, to not live in fear.”

“I don’t deserve to be happy,” she bitterly whispered.

My mom sniffed, then noticed Mary in her purple blouse trimmed in white and her short jean skirt. My mom’s eyes lighted up with emotion for the first time as she looked Mary up and down. My powers may not work on my mom, but Mary’s did. When Mary and my mom had spoken on the phone a few days ago, my mom had gotten so horny we were pretty sure she was masturbating as Mary described herself.

“You must be Mary,” my mom said, giving her a wan smile. “I’m sorry we couldn’t meet under better circumstances.”

“It’s okay, Sandy,” Mary said and bent down and hugged my mother and kissed her lightly on the cheek. “We’re going to take you home, okay. Things will get better, okay.”

“I…I guess you’re right,” my mom said, looking around at a loss. “I don’t think I can stay here.”

No one objected as we led my mom out of the house. My dad was dead in the hallway leading to the bedrooms and the crime scene guys were going over it. None of us wanted to go back to her bedroom to get her some clothes, so my mom walked out only in her housecoat. I was starting to think that my mom was naked underneath there. And why was dad home on a Saturday evening. That’s his poker night. I glanced at my mom, a sudden thought flashed through my mind. Was she having an affair? No, that couldn’t be. She went to church twice every Sunday and on Wednesday evenings. I had begged my mom to leave dad for years and she said she loved him, that Christians shouldn’t get divorced.

“Mrs. Glassner, I hope you are okay,” Betty said, coming over and hugging my mom.

“Its fine,” I told her. “My dad was being abusive and my mom had to defend herself.”

“Oh,” Betty said, looking confused. “And that’s what the police think?”

“Of course, that’s what happened,” I said.

“Right,” she said. “Call me if you need anything, Mrs. Glassner.”

“I will, sweetie,” my mom said, fondly. “I…I’ll call in a few days.”

“Sure,” Betty said. “You take care, okay.”

“You too, Betty,” replied mom, squeezing her hand.

That nagging thought that my mom was having an affair wouldn’t go away. I noticed that she had lipstick on, smudged, and mascara ran down her face from her tears. Why would she have makeup on if she was just hanging out in the house on a Saturday night. I wondered who she could be having an affair with. It was mindboggling. My mom was so straitlaced, I just couldn’t believe that she’d cheat on my dad. Not that I’d blame her, my dad was an asshole.

I pulled out my cell phone and called the house. “Glassner residence,” a bored Allison answered. Allison was one of our sex slaves, our first actually, a sexy teenage nympho.

“Get all the sluts out of the house,” I ordered. “Go next door.”

“Yes, Master,” Allison quickly answered. “Is everything all right, we heard from the bodyguards that something wrong?”

“Just clear the house,” I ordered, suddenly angry. I wasn’t even sure what I was angry about.

“Sorry for questioning you, Master,” Allison apologized. “The house will be emptied.”

I hung up and saw Mary was helping my mom into the back seat of the Mustang. My mom sat in the back, quiet. Her face was blank, her eyes dead, as she stared down at her open hands. 23 followed in her patrol car as we headed home. The entire drive was filled with uncomfortable silence. Mary kept opening her mouth, wanting to say something, but just couldn’t seem to find the words, and would close her lips.

“Should we order a pizza, or something?” Mary asked as we pulled into the driveway. “I mean…” she trailed off. Her stomach gave a guilty rumble and she flushed.

We had been on our way to dinner when my mom called and I shrugged. “I guess. And a bottle of wine or three.” Then I caught Mary’s hand and kissed her palm. “I love you,” I whispered. “We’ll go out to dinner Monday night, okay.”

“Oh, it’s alright,” Mary said with a shrug.

“We have to go to Seattle anyways,” I said. “To buy the land.” We were planning on building a mansion on the giant, empty lot behind our house. It was supposed to be a housing development before the housing bubble burst. It had a magnificent view of Mount Rainier.

“Sure,” Mary said, smiling.

Mary led my mom up into the house. She seemed lost, not aware of her surroundings. I found a bottle of red wine, probably a good vintage. Brandon Fitzsimmons, the original owner of the house, seemed to have good taste in wines. I took his house and made his wife, Desiree, our sex slave. Brandon, however, seemed to be fighting back against my orders. He sent the FBI to raid my house on Thursday. I would need to track him down.

I called Pizza Hut and ordered a couple of pizzas, meat lover for me and a half Hawaiian (for Mary) and half Veggie Lover (for my mom). I gave them Brandon’s credit card to pay for the order. While I had a lot of money in the basements from my bank robberies, it amused me to make Brandon pay for things.

“I’m sorry, sir, the card came back declined,” the bored teenager on the line said. I guess Brandon finally canceled his cards.

“Cash then,” I said and hung up.

Mary had my mom seated on the couch and I handed mom a wine glass. She stared at it for a moment and then downed it in a single gulp. My mom wasn’t one for drinking. Maybe a glass of wine when she saw my aunts once a year, at most. I poured her a second and she sipped it.

Mary was sitting next to her, a supporting arm around my mom. I sat down on the other side and took my mom’s hand, squeezing it. “It’s okay,” I told her. “Everything’s going to be fine.”

She looked up at me and I saw some life in her dead eyes. “I killed him, Mark. I shot him in the back. How’s that going to be okay.”

“Why, mom? Why did you shot him?” I asked, squeezing her hand. “I’ll still love you, no matter why. Even if he wasn’t trying to hurt you. He was a bastard.”

“He was,” she whispered. “I…I was…” her voice quivered. “I…I…”

“You were with someone else,” I said, carefully. Part of me hoped it wasn’t true. My mom couldn’t be having an affair. She was too nice, too wholesome, to do something as sordid as that.

“Yes,” she said. “I…I had been seeing someone for a few years.”

Her confusion rocked my foundations. My mother was so straitlaced. So good and proper. To find out she’d been having an affair, for years, was so surprising. My mom refused to leave my dad. She loved him, she was a good Christian, all the excuses she gave, and then to find out she was cheating on him. Wow.

I studied my mother. At forty-three she had a great body. She was short, petite. She had always exercised everyday, keeping in shape, and it paid off. Her figure was as fit as any twenty year old. Her face had transformed from her pretty and youthful face she had when I was a child into the mature and beautiful face she had now, only slightly marred by a few wrinkles.

“You don’t hate me, do yo Mark?” my mom asked. “B-because I’m a ch-cheating whore.” She started sobbing again.

I brushed a strand of brown hair from her face. “It’s okay. You’re not a cheating whore,” I told her. “Dad was pig. He didn’t deserve you. You deserved some happiness, mom. So he caught you and your…uh…boyfriend?”

My mom wiped at her tears, an almost grateful smile on her face, for a moment. “Yeah, my b-boyfriend,” she nodded, flushing, the almost smile gone. “We were in bed. He was supposed to be playing poker all night with his friends. He was so angry when he caught us. My lover fled and I locked myself in the bathroom. He pounded on the door and then he said something about teaching a lesson. I thought he was going after…after my lover. So, I left the bathroom, grabbed the shotgun in the closet and shot him in the back as he stumbled down the hallway.”

“So it was self-defense,” I said. “Or at least, you stopped him from hurting someone. So don’t feel guilty.”

“Was he going to hurt my lover?” my mom asked, desperately. “What if he was just storming off, disgusted with me. There was so much pain in his eyes when he saw us. I never wanted to hurt him. I was just lonely…and my lover was there for me. And I just panicked.” She started sobbing and in embraced her and held her as she sobbed incoherently.

Mary paid for the pizza when it arrived, and it sat on the coffee table, growing colder and colder, as I held my mother. Mary was crying, as well, tears running down her face as she watched us. Finally, my mom’s sobs decreased into tiny hiccups and then she pushed away from me and wiped at her tears.

She saw the pizzas. “It’s okay, if you want eat,” she said. “I…I…” She took another sip of her wine. “He was going to do something,” she whispered to herself, trying to convince herself that she was right to shoot him. She took another sip of wine. “He was a bastard. He’s never going to hurt me again.”

I squeezed her hand. “I love you, mom,” I told her.

“Thank you, Mark.” She ruffled my hair, a tremulous smile on her face. “You always were a good boy.”

The pizza was cold, but I was starving, so I didn’t care. My mom nibbled at a slice, and looked at Mary. “That’s a lovely top, dear,” she said, stroking the fabric of Mary’s blouse. “I like the feel of it.”

“Thank you, Sandy,” Mary replied, smiling flirtily. “I like the color of your robe.”

“This old thing,” my mom dismissed with a flush. “You are quite beautiful, Mark’s a lucky guy. I hope he treats you right.”

“Oh, he does, Sandy,” Mary said, archly. “I have no complaints.”

“Good,” Sandy said. “A pretty little thing like you deserves to be treated right. I enjoyed talking to you on the phone the other day. It was so stimulating.”

I bet it was stimulating, mom, I thought with a smile. Mary’s had made a wish with the Devil to have all women desire her, and it worked over the phone, apparently. My mom had gotten so horny talking to Mary, she started masturbating. It had been hot, realizing my mom was masturbating while on speaker phone with me and my fiancee.

“I enjoyed it too,” Mary said with a wicked smile. Mary had started rubbing her cunt when she had realized what my mom had been doing. “It was a very pleasurable conversation. I couldn’t wait for you to come over. I hope you can come over and over…to our house.”

“Hmm, I would love to come again,” my mom purred. “I want to know every thing about you, cutie.”

My mom hugged my fiancee, rubbing her body against her. Mary smiled and hugged her back, stroking her back. My mom was nuzzling at her neck, whispering, “You smell so lovely.”

Mary smiled happily and when they broke the hug, my mom’s nipples could be seen pressing hard against her housecoat. Mary made eye contact with me and motioned for me to leave. To make my sex slaves immune to a nuns control, I needed to fuck my mom and have the slave drink our combined cum from her pussy. The only problem was, my powers didn’t work on my mom.

Luckily, Mary’s did. We planned on having Mary seduce my mother tomorrow night when she came over for dinner. Once Mary got her in bed and horny, she’d convince my mom to fuck me. With her wish, Mary could get any woman to do any sex act, no matter how depraved. I just needed to give them some privacy and let Mary do her thing.

“Shit,” I said, pulling out my phone. My mom jumped, seemingly forgetting that I was there and flushing in embarrassment. “There’s an emergency at my rental property,” I lied.

“You have a rental property,” my mom asked, surprised.

“I invested in real estate with some of my poker winnings,” I lied. I was telling our families I won money in a poker tournament. “There’s a burst pipe. I got to take care of this. I’m really sorry.”

“Oh, okay,” my mom said, then placed her hand on Mary’s thigh, rubbing it. “I’m sure Mary and I will find something pleasant to do.”

“I’m sure we will, Sandy,” Mary said with a throaty laugh.

My cock was painfully hard as I walked out of the living room. Outside, red-head 09, the bodyguard watching the house, leaned against her Milton Police Department patrol car. She had a nice pair of tits that filled out her half open blouse. Her legs looked beautiful, clad in thigh-high, black boots and barely covered by her short skirt. Leaning against the car, you could almost see her pussy, and her parted thighs looked so inviting.

“I’m sorry to hear about your father, sir,” 09 consoled.

I wasn’t. “He was a bastard,” I spat and walked up to her. My cock needed relief and 09 would be wet and willing for me.

She smiled when I unzipped my fly and pulled out my cock, spreading her legs wider. “Hmm, let me make you feel all better,” she purred, lifting up her skirt to expose her fiery-red bush.

I shoved up against her and thrust into her cunt, angrily. I fucked her hard, pounding her dirty cunt. Anger was boiling through me. The bastard went and died before I could tell him how I felt. “You are a fucking asshole!” I shouted at my dad as I fucked 09, my eyes squeezed shut. “You’re a worm. A goddamn coward who could only feel like a big man when beating his tiny wife or his kid! And now you are fucking dead! Too scared to face your son grown as a man! To afraid of what I’d do to you.” I wasn’t making sense, a tiny part of me realized, just ranting. Letting all the anger and hurt pour out of me as I pounded 09’s cunt. “I wanted to crush you. To strangle you. To feel your life pulse beneath my fingers!”

I could feel it, I realized, that frantic pulse of life in my hands. The beating of a heart as blood pumped through tiny arteries. That flutter of life being slowly squeezed out. I fucked faster and harder at 09. I squeezed harder and tighter at my dad’s throat. I had to kill him. Why didn’t I do it earlier. Why didn’t I confront my father sooner. Then my mom wouldn’t be wracked by the guilt of doing it herself. I had the power. For a week, I could have marched in and protected my mom. But I left her, abandon her to my dad while I enjoyed myself. Why didn’t I step in sooner.

Because you’re the coward, a voice whispered back. You’re still that cowardly little boy, deep inside, scared of your father.

The cunt I was in spasmed hard on my cock as the slut came, milking my cock for my seed. I exploded. My cum out of my cock, painting the sluts insides with sticky cum, and my emotions out of my soul, as tears poured out my eyes, running wet down my cheeks..

I was the coward. It was my fault. Sobs were rocking my body. I could have stopped all this, but I was still scared of my dad. I was still that little boy, deep inside. I looked at 09 through blurry eyes, her face purple as she struggled to breath. My hands were at her throat, squeezing her. When did that happen?

I let go and stumbled back. 09 fell to her knees, coughing, struggling to breathe. Guilt and shame burned inside me. What was happening? I could of killed her. I cried into my hands. My dad was dead. My dad was dead and I would never get to see him again. I don’t even remember the last time I saw him, or what he said to me. My emotions were all mixed up, anger, hatred, love, grief.

A woman hugged me, her red hair silk against my face. “Shh, it’s okay,” 09 cooed, her voice raspy. Even after I strangled her, she still loved me. What choice did she have, I made her love me.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered to her. “I’m sorry I hurt you.”

“It’s okay, sir,” she whispered. “It was so exciting. I came so hard when you were choking me. You could do it again, if you want.” I had heard being strangled makes sex more intense. I guess it was true. “I’m yours to do with as you please, sir.”

“No, forget that it happened,” I told her. “We just had regular sex.”

“Thank you for fucking me, sir,” she said, wiping at my tears. “I’m glad my slutty cunt satisfied you, sir.”

“Yeah, it did,” I said, standing up. I breathed in deeply, regaining control of my emotions. Dad was dead. I had arrangements to make.

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The ringing phone woke me up.

I sat up, rubbing my eyes. It was two in the morning. After last night I needed to get some sleep. Antsy and I had taken this guy back to our motel room from some bar to fuck. I figured, let a guy get Antsy all hot and bothered and then I could have an easy time fucking her so I could perform the Prayer of Avvah on her.

It worked.

And while Travis and Antsy both passed out after they came, they eventually woke up, horny, finding me masturbating away. I fucked Travis and then I went down on Antsy, licking up the sloppy mess Travis left in her cunt. I was looking forward to her going down on me. She had a tongue piercing and I always heard that it made cunnilingus feel so much better. But Antsy had sobered up to much and would just finger me.

So when Antsy wanted to go out, I pleaded exhaustion. I may look eighteen, but I was feeling all of my forty-four years. So I crawled into bed and fell asleep. And I was enjoying that sleep before the phone rang.

“Sorry,” Antsy said. She was walking across the room. The bathroom light was on and I could see that her clothes were mused. She’s just been fucked, I realized. Antsy came to Miami to party and she had been thoroughly enjoying herself. “It’s my stupid brother. Ugg, I don’t want to talk to him.”

Her finger was moving to hang up. “Wait!” I shouted. I needed her to get together with her brother. This seemed so wrong, I was supposed to stop Warlocks, not serve people up to them. But, Ramiel said this was the only way. I just needed to have faith in God’s plan.

“What?” Antsy asked, her finger stopped above the phone.

“It’s late,” I said, trying to think of a reason to get her to answer the phone. “It…it…must be important.”

“I guess,” Antsy said, rolling her eyes. “Hey bro.” A look of stunned disbelief crossed Antsy’s face. And then, in the quavering voice of a little girl, she whispered, “He’s dead?”

Her legs seemed to give out underneath her and she stumbled, sitting heavily on the bed. Her eyes were wide with pain, a tear started trickling down her cheek. She saw me looking at her and she turned away, trying to hide as her brother talked to her. I watched her aura go from silver to black. Her brother gave her a command, exerting control over her. It wasn’t much control, his hold wouldn’t last long. Odds are, she’d have done it without him controlling her. Her aura would be silver by tomorrow afternoon, I judge.

“I’ll be on the plane,” Antsy said. “Tomorrow morning at 7:55 AM, American Airlines,” Antsy was repeating into the phone. “Mark, how’s mom.” She paused, listening. “Okay, okay, we’ll talk when I get in.” Another pause. “I love you, too Mark.” And then she hung up.

“My daddy’s dead,” Antsy said in her quivering, little girl’s voice. Her face contorted in pain and then the sobs overtook her. I held the girl to my chest and rocked her gently as she sobbed her heart out.

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“Shit,” Mark said, and I jumped.

I was so enchanted by my son’s fiancee, I forgot Mark was sitting next to me. What was wrong with me. Ever since Betty, I was starting to wonder if I was a lesbian. And here I was panting after my future daughter-in-law. The fact I just killed my abusive husband barely register in my mind. All that seemed to matter was Mary and her beautiful, wicked smile. “There’s an emergency at my rental property,” Mark said.

“You have a rental property,” I asked, confused. He was a vacuum-cleaner salesman. Since when did he own a rental property.

“I invested in real estate with some of my poker winnings,” Mark answered. He did mention that in the phone call. Those darn FBI agents almost had me believing my good boy was a bank robber and a rapist. My eyes were drawn back Mary. She had the deepest, green eyes that twinkled naughtily. Get a hold of yourself, Sandy. But she’s just so desirable. I wanted to kiss her lips so badly. “There’s a burst pipe. I got to take care of this. I’m really sorry,” Mark finished.

“Oh, okay,” I absently said, staring into Mary’s eyes. I felt something warm on my hand and realized I was rubbing Mary’s beautiful thigh. Her jean skirt was so short, so inviting. This was just like when I talked to Mary on the phone. I couldn’t believe that I started masturbating. “I’m sure Mary and I will find something pleasant to do.” Why did I say that. I needed to take a cold shower. I needed to get out of this itchy housecoat and show Mary my body.

“I’m sure we will, Sandy,” Mary said with a throaty laugh. Was she flirting back.

How did this happen to me. I must be a lesbian. When I started the affair with Betty a few year ago, I thought it was just a fluke. David may have always been an abusive prick, but he was a passionate lover. And I enjoyed our lovemaking. But his drinking had grown so much, he had trouble getting erect anymore. I had gotten so horny and then Betty showed back up.

She was so beautiful, with that mocha-cream skin and her enchanting, blue eyes. It was so exotic. Her father was half-black himself, and her mom was a Norwegian beauty, and the combination produced a stunningly beautiful girl. And that day that I realized Betty was flirting with me, it had been months since I had been with David. I was so lustful, masturbation wasn’t cutting it anymore. I had even considered taking a lover, but I just couldn’t bring myself to break my marriage vows. But she was a woman. It wasn’t really cheating. I didn’t even think I was a lesbian, afterwards. It was pleasant, not as good as a man, but fun. And I felt I had kept my vows.

It’s only sex if a man’s penis goes up your vagina. President Clinton had said. So, you couldn’t really have sex with a woman. Therefore it was just fun, not adultery. Maybe homosexuality is a sin, but I wasn’t an adulteress. That’s how what I told myself. Mark and Samantha always wanted me to leave David, but I swore a vow before god. Until death I swore, and that’s how it ended. I could still feel the shotgun in my hands, how hard I had to squeeze the trigger, the roar it made and how much it hurt when the stock bucked into my shoulder.

Mary’s enchanting presence was drowning out the guilt over killing David. When I shot him, I was sure he was going to go kill Betty. The sweet girl had fled when David caught us in bed and this mad thought entered my mind that he was going to hurt her. I couldn’t let him do that. And…and it was easy. He had treated me so badly, I didn’t even hesitate.

“What should we do?” Mary asked, scooting a little closer. Her flowery perfume was filling my nose, an intoxicating fragrance.

I found myself sliding my hand higher up her thigh, nearing that short, enticing skirt and what was hiding underneath. I was such a horrible mother, thinking about seducing my son’s fiancee. But that didn’t stop me from sliding my hand higher and higher. Her thigh was silky smooth and warm.

“I would like to get to know my future daughter-in-law better,” I husked, like wanton trollop. You are a good, god-fearing woman so why are you doing this. Betty was bad enough, but she’s almost your daughter.

Is that why I’m so wet? I wondered. She’s the same age as Samantha. No, that couldn’t be it. Mary and Samantha were so different. Samantha had raven black hair, not the enticing auburn of Mary, nor did she have Mary’s enchanting green eyes. Our her delicious lips.

It took me a moment to realize that I had leaned over and captured those red lips with my own, hungrily nibbling at her lower lip. Oh no, I thought with dismay, she’s going to think her future mother-in-law some sort of lesbian hussy. But she’s kissing me back, I realized with delight. My son’s fiancee was kissing me, her tongue lightly pressing against my lips and I let her in.

Her hands unknotted my housecoat and the scratchy fabric was off my hard nipples. This was so wrong. How could I do this to Mark. He was my good boy. How could I betray him like this. How could Mary betray him. For a moment anger surged in me. How could this hussy allow her fiancee’s mother seduce her. She’s not even putting up a fight. She’s into it.

And then her hand was touching my hard nipple, her fingers deft and gentle as they rolled the hard nub and all resistance fled me. I was a lesbian. I was a slave to my desires. And I desired Mary so much. Eternity seemed to pass as we kissed on the couch, her hands exploring my body. She touched me everywhere, my face, my throat, my stomach, my thighs. My wet vagina. My achingly wet and naughty vagina.

No, I realized. It was a hungry, lesbian pussy and I shuddered on Mary’s finger when she slipped inside my hungry hole. Mary’s thumb rubbed my clit in small circles, coaxing an orgasm out of me. I gasped into her mouth, wrestling with her tongue, as she fingered me slowly and gently, until I could take the pleasure no more.

“I need to taste you,” I panted as Mary sucked her fingers clean of my pussy, savoring the taste of my pussy.

Mary stood and let me naked up the stairs to a bedroom. I was going to make love to this beautiful creature in the very bed she shared with my son. That thought sent a naughty thrill through my body. Mary pushed me back onto the bed and my breath caught as she pulled off her blouse and wiggled out of her jean skirt.

She was naked underneath. The most beautiful woman I could ever imagine. Her breasts were small, perky, and covered with freckles. Her nipples were hard and dusky. Her pussy was shaved bare save for a small heart of fiery hair, and her slit was tight, like a young girls. She looked so innocent until I saw her eyes and the hunger there.

I wanted to taste her but she beat me to it, diving into my bushy brown pubes, matted with my arousal. Her tongue licked through the hair and I shuddered, arching my back. I grabbed my nipple, pinching it hard as I enjoyed Mary’s tongue. Her tongue licked around my labia, teased my clit, and probed my hole. Everywhere she touched tingled with electricity. A growing charge that spread wonderfully through my body.

“Umm, eat my pussy,” I heard myself moan. “Yes, yes, eat me! You are making me cum, sweet Mary! Yes, yes! Keep doing what you are doing! Oh, wow! Wow!”

I was gripping the sheet in iron fingers as I writhed on the bed. Her tongue was flicking at my clit while two fingers slid up inside me, rapidly fucking in and out of my naughty hole. My muscles spasmed as my orgasm shot through my body.

“Yes, yes!” I cried as the electricity crackled through me. “Oh, fuck yes!” I was moaning so wantonly, like the lesbian whore I had become. “Umm, let me taste myself,” I purred, pulling on Mary’s auburn hair.

Mary crawled up my body, her face sticky with my cum. Her breasts dragged across my flat stomach, only slightly marred with a few stretch marks from my pregnancies. Our nipples kissed as our lips kissed and I could taste the tart and spicy flavor of my passion on her lips. Oh God, I had to taste her.

She sense my desire, too, because she kept on crawling, until her pussy hovered above my lips, wet and tight, her vulva was flushed with desire and completely bare. She tasted sweet and spicy and so delicious. She moaned above me, settling her weight down on my face, beginning to grind on my lips as I drank her ambrosia.

Her clit was a hard little pea that my tongue delighted in playing with, flicking back and forth and bringing such wicked moans from Mary. My hands gripped her plump ass, enjoying the feel of her flesh between my fingers as I kneaded her cheeks. I stopped playing with her clit and moved my lips lower, sucking at her tight slit, parting the crease with my tongue and feeling the wrinkled lips of her labia and then I found her wet hole and I shoved my tongue up inside her. I made my tongue as rigid as I could and fucked it inside her.

“Mmhh, Sandy, you’re tongue is amazing,” Mary purred.

A delighted gasp escaped her lips as my finger started teasing her asshole, feeling the puckered ring beneath my finger. David used to enjoy anal sex, and I grew to enjoy it as well. It was so much fun introducing Betty to it. I had used a carrot and reamed her ass then washed it and feeling wicked, used that very carrot in a stew I fed my husband.

Mary gasped as my finger pressed passed the tight ring and into her hot ass. My tongue was wiggling up her pussy as my finger wiggled up her ass. Her hips were twitching from side to side as pleasure washed through her. I started fucking the finger faster and faster in her ass and captured her clit with my lips, sucking on the pearl.

“Fuck yes!” Mary cursed. “Eat my cunt, oh fuck yes! You’re so good! Mhh, I’m gonna cream your face! Yes, yes, oh fucking yes! Here it cums, Sandy! Here comes my girl-cum!”

I felt her ass clench on my finger as her orgasm exploded through her. Fresh juices flooded my mouth and I eagerly drank them as I felt Mary writhe on my lips. A second orgasm rolled through her as I kept sucking her clit and fingering her ass. Her hips were writhing in circles upon my face as her third orgasm crashed through her and then she fell to the side, panting.

“Holy shit,” she moaned, turning about to snuggle up against me. “Where did you learn to eat pussy like that?”

“I…I…” started to say, but I just couldn’t bring myself to tell her about my lesbian affair. I was too ashamed of it.

“Was it Betty?” Mary perceptively asked. “Was that who your husband caught you with?”

“Yes,” I answered and the guilt and grief and shame was there and I suddenly was sobbing and Mary was hugging me, her perky breasts pressed up against me. “He was going to hurt her,” I cried. “I couldn’t let him. She was so innocent. He should have just beat me like he always did. But not her.”

“Shhh,” Mary soothed. “It’s okay. He’ll never hurt anyone. Mark told me about him. He was an asshole. Don’t waste your grief on him, okay.”

I sniffed. That was easy to say. If only life was that simple. I had loved him, once. Part of me never stopped loving him. The foolish girl in me that thought he would change. One day he would stop drinking and be the man that I fell in love with. The bitter woman in me hated him, hated the way he drank, the way he’d hit me. Hit my children.

Mary’s hand was stroking my face and I felt desire rushing through me as her lips brushed mine.

“Just put that aside for tonight,” Mary whispered. “You can grieve tomorrow. Tonight is about love.” Mary grabbed her phone and started texting. “Just checking up on Mark,” Mary said and the guilt hit me. This was my son’s fiancee.

“Oh god,” I moaned. “What have I done.”

“You needed comforting,” Mary answered, setting her phone aside. She bent down and nibbled on my nipple.

“What have you done to me,” I whispered as my blood started to boil. “I’ve never felt like this before. Never.” Her eyes were so bewitching. “You are so enchanting, so enticing.”

“I put a spell on you,” Mary answered wickedly. “You’re putty in my hands, aren’t you. You’d do any depraved, nasty sex act I told you to.”

I wanted to say no. “Yes,” I answered. “God help me, but I would.”

Mary’s smile was so wicked as she licked up to my neck. There were footsteps coming up the stairs, echoing though the house. Panic set in. Mark was back. He was going to find me in bed with his fiancee. He’s going to hate me, look at me in disgust, just like David did. He looks too much like his father. I can’t take that, not again.

Mary’s tongue nibbled at my ear as the door opened. I wanted to yank up the sheets, to hide my nakedness from my son. Mary’s tongue was so wet on my ear, so pleasurable, that I could do nothing but let her lick me, to caress me. I could see Mark silhouetted in the doorway. Please, just go away. Don’t see me like this! I’m such a horrible mother.

“I want you to fuck your son,” Mary whispered. “He needs you. We need you!”

My legs were spreading open as Mark entered the room. He was naked, his body almost lean, just some pudginess remaining. He’s lost weight, I realized. He’s looking fitter than he ever has. His cock was hard and swayed as he walked. My precious boy was hard for me. I could feel moisture leaking out my pussy.

This is so wrong, I thought. But the ache in my pussy drowned out that voice.

“My boy’s grown up,” I purred. God, how did I become such a wanton hussy?

“We need your help,” Mary whispered. “To cast a spell. To protect our servants from our enemy.”

“Yes, let mommy help,” I moaned. I didn’t know what Mary was talking about, but how could I say no to my son. Mary was right, I would do anything she asked, no matter how depraved. And nothing was more depraved then a mother fucking her son. And his cock was so hard, trembling with every beat of his heart, aching to release his cum inside me.

How could I say no? I couldn’t.

Mark was climbing onto the bed, climbing on top of me. I was open and ready for him. My arms reached around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. His lips were strong and manly, capturing my lips with a forceful kiss, thrusting his tongue inside my mouth. His weight was atop me and my legs wrapped around his hips. This was so wrong, so wicked, my pussy burned in anticipation. His cock bumped at the entrance of my pussy and I reached down and guided him back inside me.

“Yes,” I moaned as he entered me. “My son’s grown so big! And now you are back inside me! Show mommy what you know! Yes, yes! Fuck me!”

“You’re so wet,” he moaned in my ear. “You feel so good!”

His cock was plunging in and out of me. In and out, so amazing. “My sweet boy,” I whispered in his ear. “You are back inside me! My big son!”

He felt so amazing and I felt relief; I wasn’t a lesbian. This felt too good for me to be gay. A strange relief swept over me. I was bi, certainly, but not gay. I rose up to met his thrusts, grinding my clit against his pubic bone, my nipples rubbing on his hairy chest.

“This is so hot,” Mary whispered into my ear as I clawed my son’s back. I turned my head and she kissed me and Mark’s lips were there and somehow we were all kissing each other, tongues touching, exploring each other’s lips. Sharing and enjoying each other’s passions.

Mark was fucking me hard, the bed shaking with the force of his thrusts. “This is so fucking exciting,” he moaned. “I’m inside my mom. I used to jerk off to you, did you know that.”

“No,” I panted, feeling incredibly sexy. “All the girls you could have jerked off to, you chose me?”

“Yes,” he grunted. “You were so beautiful when I was young. You still are, mom.”

His thrust came harder, more insistent. Then I could feel it, his seed spilling inside me. Inside the very womb that I made him in, where I carried him beneath my heart for nine months. My orgasm exploded through me, stars danced in my vision. God, I wasn’t on the pill. David had that Vasectomy years ago. Was my son going to make a baby inside me. A new life? Proof of our new, incestuous love?

Mark rolled off me, a hand on my right thigh. Mary was on my left, her hand on the other thigh, keeping my legs spread open. “Don’t be scared,” Mary whispered. “We needed you for a spell.”

“What,” I panted and then I saw the girl enter the room.

She had bubblegum pink hair, was maybe seventeen, and naked. Her small breasts were pierced by silver barbells. Her pussy was shaved and there was a tattoo above her pussy. “Cum on in,” it read, an arrow pointing to her slit so there could be no confusion what the little slattern meant. The girl knelt down and I wanted to close my legs, but my son and his fiancee kept them open.

“Shh, this won’t hurt,” Mary said and kissed me.

The pink-haired girl licked my slit, tasting the mess I had made with my son. “Zimmah,” Mark whispered and I felt something, some energy, flow out of me into my son and this girl.

Mark shuddered and the girl gasped. “Oh, Master, I’m yours forever, aren’t I?” she asked, breathlessly.

“Forever, Allison” Mark answered and the pink-haired girl crawled up to him and kissed him on the lip.

A nut brown, big-breasted Latina woman crawled up next. Behind her I could see more naked women waiting. Just what was my son up to? I gasped in pleasure as the Latina licked at my slit and Mark whispered, “Zimmah,”. The energy flowed, Mark shuddered, and the Latina gasped.

There were tears in her eyes as she crawled up to Mark. “I’m yours forever,” she said and kissed him and then she was kneeling before Allison, the pink-haired girl.

“Allison, mi Sirenita,” she said, holding the girl’s hands. “Since Master claimed us, I have grown to love you deeply. You are so beautiful, innocent and whorish all at the same wonderful time.” She opened her hand, revealing a gold ring topped with a diamond. Little fish were carved on the ring. No, not fish, mermaids, their arms forming the mounting for the diamond. “Will you marry me?”

Allison glanced at Mark and he nodded. “Oh yes, Desiree,” she squealed and everyone was clapping as Desiree slipped the ring on her finger. “We’ll be together, forever,” Allison whispered, hugging her fiancee. “Forever Master and Mistress’s slaves.”

They kissed and Mary sighed next to me, rubbing a tear from her eyes. “Oh, that’s so beautiful.”

Their kisses became more passionate and then the Latina was kneeling down, spreading open Allison’s thighs, and dove into her shaved cunt with gusto. “Umm, my sweet Desiree,” Allison moaned, staring at the diamond ring on her finger as her fiancee ate out her cunt.

What was going on. Another girl, a doll-faced girl with beautiful, blue eyes crawled awkwardly between my legs. Her left arm was in a sling, a bandage covering her shoulder. She bent down and licked and Mark whispered the words. And on it went, girl after girl. When the eleventh girl, a cinnamon-skinned, Native American woman, licked my cunt, nothing happened.

“There’s no more sperm, Master,” she said, eyes wide with panic.

“It’s okay, Willow,” Mary soothed. “Mark and his mother can make more.”

I was eager to let Mark make more, I discovered. As weird as this entire situation was, I didn’t care so long as I could feel Mark’s cock inside me again. Mark lasted longer the second time and Mary sat on my face and I ate her pussy as my son fucked my pussy. Ten more girls licked my cunt and then I was empty of sperm. So, for the third time, I sat atop him, cowgirl style, and rode him passionately. Mary sat on his face and I made out with her as we rode my son.

Finally, the last woman, the twelfth one dressed as a slutty cop, kissed Mark and walked out of the room. The original thirteen girls, the once who weren’t dressed like slutty cops, were scattered about the room or out on the small, private deck; some were kissing, others were making love, and a few just cuddled. Desiree and Allison sat out on the deck, making out on a love seat. A red-head was cuddling with the injured girl. The Muslim girl and the cinnamon-skinned girl were sixty-nining on the floor.

“What’s going on?” I finally asked my son. I was wrung out, emotionally, physically.

“Well mom, I have powers,” Mark said. “And so does Mary. And there are people out there that want to stop us. They think what we’re doing is wrong.”

“On Monday, one attacked us,” Mary said and she motioned to a curly haired teenager. She looked eighteen. “This is Karen. She took control of several of the girls and overpower Mark and I.”

“I was bad, then,” Karen said. “I didn’t know how kind and great Master and Mistress were. My actions caused Korina to be shot and Desiree to almost die.” There were tears in the young girls eyes. “Master and Mistress punished me and then forgave me and now I happily serve them.”

“More will come,” Mark said. “And now we’ve protected ourselves against their most potent weapon, thanks to you, mom.”

I gaped at my son. “This is to much,” I said. “I…I need some time.”

“Of course,” he said, disappointment painting his face. “Choose a girl and she’ll take you to a bedroom. You can let her stay, warm you bed. She’ll be quite willing.”

I swallowed they were all beautiful, and I didn’t really want to be alone. Not after what I did. My pussy ached as all these beautiful women looked eagerly at me, lust painted on their faces. God, I could see how Mark grew to like this. All these beautiful, naked women willing to do whatever you wanted to them.

“You are on TV,” I said, recognizing the caramel-skinned one.

“Yes,” she said, with a smile. “I’m Jessica St. Pierre, reporter for KIRO 7 News.”

“You always looked so beautiful on TV,” I told her. “Would you mind…”

“I’d be honored to,” Jessica purred. “You are the mother of Master. I’ll do whatever you want.” Her smile promised so much and I found myself being led away. This wouldn’t do, I thought, as led me into a bedroom and her mouth eagerly kissed me.

Jessica was pushing me back onto the bed. She smelled of cinnamon and jasmine. How was I supposed to think straight when this sexy minx was sucking at my breast? God help me, but I wanted one for myself, my very own slut. I could think later, I could grieve later, for now Jessica was lithe and wet and gasped sweetly as my finger slid into her cunt.

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I waited at the carousel for American Airlines flight 2269. It was supposed to be in at 1:35 PM, but it was already closer to three and still the plane hadn’t landed. I stiffed a yawn, and rubbed my eyes, staring up at the Arrival Board, hoping for a change in the status of Antsy’s plane. Nope, still delayed.

I didn’t sleep well last night. After my mom was taken away by Jessica, I tried to sleep but I was haunted by bad dreams. I was always looking for my dad and I always arrived too late. I would be terrified that I missed him and I would wake up in a cold sweat. Sometimes I would be crying, others I would be filled with such profound anger I wanted to pound my fists against something, anything.

Every time, Mary was there to hold me, to calm me down. She never complained, never even gave me a dirty look. All she gave me was compassion and understanding. In the morning, my mom looked just as haggard as I felt. She was sitting in the kitchen, chatting with the sluts, sipping a cup of coffee.

“I don’t understand how you got your powers,” she finally said after staring at me. “But, I think I understand why you do it.” A flush crept down her face, and she glanced at Jessica who sat listlessly, sipping her coffee. I wonder if she got any sleep at all. “It’s intoxicating, being in control.”

I nodded. “Especially if you haven’t been in control your entire life.”

And she nodded and thanked me. “I needed to go,” she finally said. “I have to think, but I understand.”

“Antsy flying in today, she’ll want to see you,” I told her.

“I’ll be at home,” mom answered.

“There’s a house available just down the street,” I had told her. “Quite a few, actually.”

“Maybe,” she said, tiredly. I had Desiree drive her home.

“I’m sorry, Alice,” Mary was speaking into her phone with her friend, Alice. I should say friend with benefits, since all they seemed to do is get together at a motel and have sex. I didn’t trust Alice. When I met her on Thursday, it was quite clear she was in love with Mary. “Listen, Mark’s dad died last night, okay. I needed to be here for him.” She paused, listening to Alice. “I know, we’ll get together soon, okay.”

Mary and I headed to the airport, arriving about twenty minutes before Antsy’s flight was supposed to arrive. 01 and 09 were our bodyguards, driving 01’s State Patrol car. And then we waited. And waited. Sitting on these fucking uncomfortable seats.

“Well, I guess not even you can make a flight be on time,” Mary had joked when I complained about how late the flight was.

I yawned a second time. I had been sitting on this plastic chair for far too long. I was too tired to even muster the energy to find a pretty girl and find a better way to pass the time. Or maybe that was just the excuse. My dad was dead and everything seemed a little less beautiful this morning. I barely was able to muster the energy to make love to Mary this morning. Mary was exhausted, too, dozing, her head on my lap.

“Hey, bro,” a woman said, shaking my shoulder.

I opened my eyes, blinking. I must have fallen asleep. Standing before me was Antsy, in a violet halter-top and a pair of skinny jeans. Her black hair fell loosely about her shoulders. She looked as tired as I felt, eyes baggy with exhaustion. She had a smile on her face, she was forcing herself to look happy.

“Who’s the hottie?” she asked in fake excitement. “Did you finally trick a girl into going out with you?”

Mary sat up, wiping drool off the side of her face. “This is Mary, my fiancee,” I said. “Mary this is annoying, little Antsy.”

Antsy smile turned genuine. “Wow, how good in the sack is my brother to snag you. You’re gorgeous.”

“Thanks,” Mary said, rubbing sleep out of her eyes. “He’s amazing in the sack.”

“So…” she started to say, her smile fading. “Dad’s dead?” she asked and then grief rippled across her face.

I was hugging her and my sister sobbed on my shoulder, her body trembling like a child in my arms. My shirt was wet with her tears as she cried into my chest. “H-how,” she finally said, looking up at me with tear-stained eyes. “You didn’t want to say, on the phone.”

“Mom shot him,” I said. “He was…you know.”

“Yeah,” she sighed, bitterly. “God, why didn’t she just leave him.”

I shrugged. “There’s more, she was with…someone when dad found her and…”

“Betty, right?” Antsy asked.

I blinked. “No, no, she was having an affair.”

Antsy nodded. “Yeah, with Betty.”

“What?” I gaped. My mom and Betty. I was flabbergasted. No wonder my mom took to flirting with Mary so easily.

Antsy told me all about how she caught the two of them. Antsy was just happy that mom had found somebody and urged her to leave dad. “Mom seemed ashamed of being gay,” Antsy explained. “You know mom, church twice a week.”

“Yeah,” I nodded.

We talked the whole drive. I didn’t remember the last time I saw my sister, her graduation from High School last year, I guess. And dad was around, so I left pretty quickly. We shared stories about dad, remembering the few good times we had with him. And as much as I hated him, I realized there was still a part of me that wanted to be that little boy, getting patted on the head by my dad and told what a good son I was.

“Where are we?” Antsy asked when I pulled into my driveway.

“Our home,” Mary answered.

“What’s up with the cop?” Antsy asked. 24 was parked in front of the house in her Bonny Lake patrol car.

“Our bodyguard,” I told her. “Don’t worry about it.”

Inside the house, Antsy gaped at the parade of naked and half-naked sluts. Violet walked up to her, naked, and hugged Antsy. “I’m so sorry about your dad,” Violet said.

Antsy stood frozen. “Mark, who are all these women? Are you a pimp?”

“These our sex slaves,” I said. “It’s perfectly normal to have sex slaves, right Antsy.”

The command sank in. “Oh, of course, bro. I’m just so jet-lagged.”

I led her upstairs. Mary stayed behind. I wanted to have my sister to myself, just like Mary wanted her sisters to herself at first when they came over last Friday. I took her into the bedroom, my cock was growing hard. I was about to fuck my kid sister. She was no longer the gangly youth that annoyed me. A beautiful woman had somehow grown from that bratty child. So lovely. A younger version of mom, with bigger breasts, I noticed appreciatively.

“You want to fuck me, don’t you, Antsy.”

“I do,” she whispered, flushing. “It’s so wrong, but I do.”

I pulled off my shirt and she eagerly pulled off her top. She wore a sheer, red bra underneath, her nipples dark shadows through the fabric. Her skinny jeans came off next, sliding off her slim thighs. Her panties were a matching, sheer red, the smooth lips of her cunt just visible through the fabric.

“What about your fiancee?” Antsy asked as her bra came off. Her breasts were large, round and perky.

“She’ll be joining us later,” I said.

Antsy smiled. “I don’t know what it is about her. I’m not a lesbian, but I’d be gay for her.”

“Mary has that affect on people,” I told her as my boxers came off. She licked her lips when she saw my hard cock and quickly shoved her panties off her hips and fell back onto the bed.

She spread her legs, wantonly, showing off her tight slit, wet and flushed. “God, I’m so horny for you, bro!”

I knelt between her legs, inhaled the tart and spicy flavor of her sex. I dug a tongue through her groove, delighting in her flavor. Her legs twitched as pleasure rolled through her. I gently spread her lips open, revealing the moist, pink flesh and started lapping at her cunt. I explored the wrinkled folds of her labia, the hard pearl of clitoris, and the velvety hole that led to her sweet depths.

“Wow, bro,” Antsy moaned. “You’re pretty good at giving head! Hmm, yeah, keep doing that. Fuck, I can’t believe how hot this is! Crap, I’m going to cum already!”

Her delicious juices flooded my mouth. I smeared some on my finger, rubbing it on my eyes. “Mowdah,” I muttered, casting the spell that would let me recognize a nun.

I looked up at my sister and could see a faint, black outline about her. Just like Mary described. According to Mary, most people had silver auras. All of our sex slaves had black, and I had a red aura. My sister’s aura was black. Maybe it was people under my power had black auras. I think Karen, the former nun, mentioned that once. Thralls had black auras and Warlocks red.

My cock was hard and I could figure this stuff out later. My sister was wet and ready to be fucked. Her eyes just shouted it as she started hungrily at my cock. So I crawled up her body, kissing her on the lips. Her tongue eagerly slid out to taster her juices on my lips. Her hands grasped my cock and guided me to her wet hole.

When I slid in intense energy seemed to flow between us. We both gasped and panted as orgasms rolled through our bodies. Stars swam before my eyes as my cum shot four massive blasts into my sisters cunt. Antsy moaned beneath me, her back arched, pressing her soft breasts against me.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered to Antsy as I started fucking her. She was the most beautiful, desirable women in the world. What woman could compare to the beauty of my sister.

“Oh, Mark,” she panted. “Hmm, when did you get so sexy.”

Her hips were bucking up to meet mine. I was fucking my sister, the most beautiful creature in the world. We were made for each other, I realized. Made by mom and dad to be perfect lovers. I didn’t need any other woman, just my sweet sister. Her sweet cunt. Her perfect tits. Her beautiful mouth as she gasped in pleasure beneath me.

I don’t know how long we fucked. But we tried every position: doggie, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, standing up, on our sides. I came in every hole she had: her sucking mouth, velvety cunt, and tight ass. We sixty-nined and I didn’t care her cunt was full of my cum, just that I was eating my sweet Antsy’s pussy.

When Mary walked in, naked, I remembered that she was supposed to join us. She had a drab body, small breasts, and her ass was too plump. Even her shaved pussy was wrong, too girlish and unappealing. And that heart she had shaped her pubic hair into. It was so pathetic. After I had Antsy, Mary was no longer beautiful. Hell, how did I ever find her beautiful. She pressed up against us, rubbing those ugly tits against us.

“Can you give us some privacy, Mary?” I asked. “We need to comfort each other.”

“Can’t I comfort you?” Mary asked, hurt in her eyes.

You love her, a voice whispered. Fight.

Fight what?

“No,” I told her, then I tried to try to take the hurt away from her eyes. “We just need some privacy.” Tell her you love her, the tiny voice whispered. You have to fight. “I…I…love you,” I managed to choke out.

“Okay,” Mary said, a tear trickling down her face. “I love you too.”

It felt good to be fucking my sister without Mary around to ruin the mood. So why did I hurt so much inside? Why did I feel like a piece of my soul was being torn away from me. But Antsy’s cunt felt too great, too amazing, to listen to that voice, to feel that pain.

To be continued…

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Horney Mom Pickes up slut teen model

She was just starting to lick her way around a double scoop chocolate cone, there was a red jelly-bean on top and I watched awestruck as she flicked her pink narrow tongue under the bean and draw it through her soft lips. I found I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she licked and sucked provocatively narrowing the ice cream so she could dip the cone into her lovely young mouth. Her eyelids drooped as the milky flavor flooded her mouth, the chocolate ice-cream melting. I’d never witnessed such beauty before. It was doubtful I ever would again. This girl was my dream, everything I’d ever wished for, and she was here to see me.

Suddenly she noticed me and the attention my eyes were giving her and she smiled and approached me.

“Do you mind if I sit?” and even before I could get a word out she plopped down on the bench, right next to me so the bare leg below her skin tight short shorts was pressed against my bare leg.

The ice cream girl smiled. I marveled at her tanned skin and cherry red lips. She was slim but had lovely curving hips and a hot bubble ass. Her titles looked to be about 32, the same size cup as Selena Gomez I thought to myself. They looked oh so firm and her little nipples pointed out in the confinements of her black T-Shirt.

Looking at the teen girl before me now, I could feel her desire as well as if she were leading me away from my safety zone.

She took a long lick from the cone and almost whispered, “Can we go somewhere?”

“That’s my car.” I almost whispered, finally looking her in the eye nearly falling into their beautiful brown.

She took my hand more firmly and lead me to the passenger side which I opened for her then quickly moved around the front of the car and climbed in beside her.

She smiled at me, then took a long lick from the rapidly diminishing cone. “Do you think I’m hot?”

“Oh my, yes I do.” I said with a tremble in my voice.

“Drive down Jackson Avenue, I want to show you something,” again that sensual persuasive voice. I nodded without a word.

As I turned onto Jackson she said, “Pull over here.”

I found a spot pulled over and she said pointing, “How do I look?” I cast my eyes upward to a billboard, and there she was, my ice cream girl, lying out on a beach towel wearing a sizzling bikini, smiling down on me.”

“I’m a model, and I love it that people look at me every day in my little bikini. I think I am pretty fucking hot in it don’t you?” she said with a giggle.

“I think you are so beautiful,” I said looking at her, back to the billboard, Her perky teen breasts were straining against the fabric of the bikini top and I was sure I could see the outline of her nipples. In the picture one of her legs was bent which opened her legs to reveal the gentle curve of her mound, and the soft outline of her pussy lips. I looked back at her, “ You are the hottest girl I have ever seen.”

I was home in moments and parked the car behind my house, my husband wouldn’t be home for hours and my daughter, also eighteen years old was away for the day on a class trip.

I rushed her into the house feverishly grasping her hand. Locking the door behind me I rushed her up the stairs to my bedroom and closed the door.

The girl snaked her arms around my waist, pulling me closer to her warm flesh. Softly, she moved my hair aside and massaged the back of my neck with her moist lips, kissing me gently, but with longing.

“Is your pussy wet?,” she asked, with a naughty grin. I cleared my throat and nodded. It was true, my whole body tingled, but the heat in my pussy was unbelievable, I needed this girl so badly.

She unbuttoned my blouse and bra and twisted my stiff nipples between her forefingers and thumbs . Her hands were cool, mine clammy, and I struggled with the zipper of her tight jean shorts. Impatiently, she batted away my shaking fingers and pushed me forcibly onto the bed. Then she undressed for me, slowly, as if at a model shoot, striking poses first in her jeans shorts, the zipper undone revealing her black panties, then with the T-shirt off, then in her black, lacy underwear. Her body glowed with a natural beauty. It was no wonder the camera loved her.

“I like you,” she told me, smiling at the wet spot that had appeared in my tight cotton shorts.

She asked me to sit on the edge of the bed I willingly complied, squirming in anticipation. Her delicate hands stroked my pussy through the light cotton, which drove me wild. Finally, she unzipped me, and slipped both shorts and panties down my legs.

As I sat there looking into her lovely eyes she spoke slowly and deliberately, “I’m going to eat and fuck your beautiful cunt now, ooookay?” her voice rising with the final word.

“Oh yes, please, oh please.” was all I was able to manage.

She moved with expert precision, to kiss her way up each thigh, looking up at me, a smoldering intensity in her beautiful eyes, suddenly her tongue was inside my pussy wiggling and poking deeper, lapping and sucking up the juices pooled there. I closed my eyes and my whole body shuddered with pleasure, this has to be a dream I thought, for this is my dream girl. Sporadically her head dropping lower to lick and circle my puckered ass hole, which sent me into another level of anticipation. With her left hand, she gently fingered her bare pussy lips and clit, emanating the unmistakable heat of arousal. I groaned as the threat of climax loomed, partly desiring the rush of relief, and partly not wanting this ecstasy to end

My teen lover took a short break, lapping off a large bit of ice cream from her dripping cone. Rather than swallow the ice cream she leaned forward and slathered it over my pussy and clit, the cold ice cream nearly sent me over the edge, and her tongue was immediately busy lapping the chocolate cream from the wet folds of my aching pussy giving special attention to my throbbing clit. The sensation of the cold ice cream and her hot wet tongue were sending tremors through my entire body. Then without warning she pressed what was left of the now soft ice cream into my pussy and clit, letting it melt inside my slit and then suddenly she twisted three fingers into my cunt hole which made slurping sounds due to the mixing of my cunt juice and ice cream. When her hot tongue began flicking back and forth over my engorged clit I knew this teen model was about to make me cum, like I had never cum before in my life.

I began humping her fingers and face uncontrollably, wanting more of her fingers more of her tongue, and then she sucked my clit into her mouth forcing my sensitive nub through a brief opening between her perfect teeth. She repeated this once more, and the third time my cunt button was sucked through the gate of her teeth I exploded– thrashing and shaking uncontrollably. My teen lover managed to hold her fingers deep inside me and keep her lovely lips and tongue on my clit, a second climax hit me like a wave and I was grasping for air, trying to make sense of what was happening to my body. My arched back held its tension for a moment more before I collapsed to the bed in a pool of my own cum and melted ice cream.

It took me a long time to come to my senses, and when I did the first thing I was aware of was that her laughter.

I opened my eyes and there just inches above me was the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen. It was so tight and pink and so cleanly shaven soft I couldn’t help but bring my fingers up and part the delicate lips. I thought of the billboard, and how these lovely cunt lips were outlined there for the whole city to see, but it was my distinct pleasure to taste them. I put my hands on the girl’s hips and pulled her down until her lovely pussy rested on her mouth. I opened the lips wide and jammed my long tongue up the teen’s tasty tight cunt. The sensation was unbelievable as the model groaned and reached down to squeeze both of my tits, bracing herself so she could grind her young cunt deeper onto my tongue.

I loved tongue fucking her and by her reaction she enjoyed ever moment, as he thighs trembled and she moaned throwing her head back above me. Finally I pushed her pussy back slightly, just long enough to shift my body and bring my right hand between her firm thighs. I rubbed every inch of her pussy with three fingers then without warning slipped my middle finger into her tight teen cunt, which was so wet I was able to get it all the way in with the first stroke. My tongue now lavished attention on the fleshy bud of her clit, pulling the lips aside and grinding my tongue on the slick sensitive head.

I was driving the teen model wild as she pinched and twisted my nipples in response to my finger fucking and tongue lashing.

“Oh fuck you horney bitch you are going to make me cum so fucking good.” The girl was now grinding her clit on my tongue and taking two of my fingers. Her cunt walls were grabbing at my fingers and her whole body began to shake as I thrust my fingers deep into her one last time and nibbled softly on the glistening clit.

She screamed and climaxed, her delicious cum gushing over my face faster than I could lap it up I kept my fingers deep inside her messaging her g-spot furiously and giving her what I got, sucking her small wet clit through my teeth and flicking the trapped bud relentlessly. She came again this time her whole body thrashing above me her whole weight lowered on my face until I could not breathe from the weight and the ceaseless cum that flowed from her teen cunt.

I was finally able to lift her off me and guide her to lie on top of my body, as I gulped air.
A moment later I noticed that my teen lover was asleep. I carefully rolled her onto her back and got up from the bed and reached for my camera.

I reached down and gently parted the girl’s legs and took many pictures of her in various poses I created while she slept. I know I would not likely see this dream girl again, but I would have something to remember her by. Eventually I woke her and let her shower and she called a cab to make her way home.

Before she left she kissed me and gave me her cell number and e-mail address. I tucked them into my purse and told her I wanted to see her again, if that was what she wanted. She caressed my breasts and said, “Yes, that is what I want.” 

My Convent Story

What I am about to relay to you took place in my twelfth year when I was sent away to convent school:

Before Mass today I went to the confessional. In truth, I had to wonder what could I have to confess; there is so little opportunity for sin. I entered the confessional, crossed myself and began to speak. Before I had even finished asking the father to bless me, and stated how long it had been since my last confession, the priest whispered to me through the grille.

“What is it that you have to confess to me? Have you had licentious thoughts?” I was taken aback, and stammered that I had not, but he only murmured that he doubted the truth of that statement. I recalled the book in my father’s study, and I began to tell him about it.

“How did it make you feel?” he asked, “ Did it make your little cunt wet and hot and hungry for a man? I think it did, you little whore.”

For a moment I could not speak. I had never heard a priest speak so. I looked through the grille at the older man whose pale eyes burned in the gloom of the confessional. I could hear the rustle of his vestments as he leaned forward to speak further. “You must tell me, if you do not, how can you truly be confessed?”

I leaned forward and whispered back to him. “Yes, father I have had licentious thoughts, which were stirred into full flower by the book I found in my father’s study.”

I could hear him brathing, “Go on,” he said firmly.

“Father the first illustration I saw in the book was of a man partially clothed, shown in profile, his how shall I say it…”

“His cock, call it a cock…” the priest insisted.

“His…cock enormously engorged and erect while he faced a woman wearing only an elaborate headdress of pearls, her sloe eyes limned with kohl, with her hand guiding it, ur, his cock to her…” I hesitated and the priest responded.

“Cunt, you very well know what it is called, you hellish little wench.” His breathing was heavy now.

“Yes, Father, she was guiding his cock into her cunt. Her legs were opened wide to receive it, the both of them were smiling. The words on the opposite page described how when a man entered a woman he wanted to do so slowly, letting her feel the length of him as he penetrated into her, and how she should tighten the..uh cunt muscles around his cock so as to give them both greater pleasure when he began to stir himself within her.

Father, this passage did not horrify me, it only made me curious, that it created in me an unknown longing, a dark, juicy heat that pulsed between my young thighs. I think of this often Father, I ask for forgiveness now.”

“Did you fulfill it, that lust? What did you do?” he inquired. I could hear the sound of flesh touching flesh behind the grille. Peering through it I could see that he had drawn his cassock up over his hairy thighs. At the juncture between his legs his erect penis rose like a mast, his hand wrapped around the base of it, gliding up its length, over the tip then back down. I could see the vein that ran along it pulsing, the flesh deepening in color.

I felt an answering pulse in my own body, the thick honey-like moisture dampening my pantalets, slicking my upper thighs. I shifted my skirts to move the fabric away from between my legs, and began to press my thighs close together, twitching my hips to stimulate that little nodule of flesh that seemed to ache and pulse with its own life as I recounted my sins.

“Oh father, just then in my father’s study, I did nothing. But Father I did sin, that night in my bed I imagined it, the feeling of a man’s body over mine, the weight of him pressing against me, my legs opening to receive his hard cock. Feel its full length thrust into me. At firsts father I was not sure how to fulfill this burning, but the book described a woman’s organs, how she has a little kernel of flesh, a “clit” the book called it that when pressed or stroked would give her release and rapture. Oh Father that night I explored my body in the in my bed and with trembling fevered hands I found this spot.

“Show me what you did, you little slut! I must know the depth of your depravity before you can be shriven,” he said. I watched his hand begin to move faster, his other hand moving below, manipulating the heavy mass of his testicles, stroking the insides of his thighs.

“Can you see me, father?” I asked as I lifted my petticoats above my hips. I spread my thin legs wider to let him see me through the open seam of my pantalets, the heavy garters holding up the black woolen stockings that we all had to wear. I spread the cotton fabric wide, showing him the soft, hairless lips of my cunt, stroking it softly, letting him see the beads of moisture dampening it.

“Oh I can see you, your young wet cunt, and how a little slut like you gives pleasure to herself. ” he said his voice hoarse.

“ Do you like what you see oh Father…” I parted the lips of my cunt and hissed, “The book called this the gate of heaven.”

He groaned a resonant yes, as I spread my nether lips wider to show him the passage into my body, the gates of paradise. I began to stroke the clit, feeling the subtle thrilling waves of pleasure building, widening to take in my whole body. Bracing one foot against the wall by the grille I continued to touch my own body, gasping for breath, my lungs fighting against the whalebone stays encircling my ribs as I watched the priest’s hands move more rapidly, jerkily, until a cascade of cloudy fluid spilled forth like a volcano. Behind the first eruption their was a second as I saw his wide eyes stare directly at my cunt. The creamy cluid ran over over his fingertips as he began to groan in time to his motions, my own eyes rolling back as a rapture like the annunciation filled me, bursting through me, radiating outward from my center as my cum rolled forth all over my the bench and floor.

Panting, the priest told opened the grill and thrust his cum covered fingers forward. “Taste your Father and receive absolution my child.”

I leaned forward fluid still leaking from my little pussy and licked at the thick cream, which tasted of froth and salty, I sucked the priests fingers into my mouth and licked them clean

Her closed the grille and said I was to say ten Hail Mary’s and that I was absolved, and to go forth and sin no more. I crossed myself with my dampened fingers, then rearranged my skirts, and left the small, quiet booth and walked out into the pews.

Part 2
After supper, when I had retired to the library to finish my Latin exercises, one of my schoolfellows pressed a note into my hand. Furtively, I opened the folded paper. It read:
“ Did you make a “good” confession today? I am sure we both did, as Father Aloysius could not stop smiling all through supper! Such an irony, is it not, that we must sin in order to be wholly shriven! Tell To tell you the gods truth I find you so beautiful and captivating that I thought of you the entire time that black priest stared at my wet little cunt. Your Margaret.”
I looked over at the pretty 11 year old girl with brown braids wrapped around her head and pert little breasts, nay just the suggestion of breasts rising and falling on her chest. I smiled at her and nodded. She winked back, then we both dissolved into giggles at the long table. Sister Agatha looked up from the desk and shushed us, which only made me giggle more loudly. The sister’s face hardened under her starched wimple, and she rose in a flurry of black serge, the long rosary clicking against the desk. Margaret’s round eyes widened in alarm and she whispered, “The old crow is taking flight!” Not knowing what else to do, I quickly crumpled the note and put it into my mouth, swallowing the bitter wad of paper just as the nun clamped her claw into my shoulder.
The nun motioned both Margaret and me to follow her into her private office in the library. Sister Agatha paced back and forth before her desk, as we stood before her, attempting to look penitent.
“We pride ourselves here on order and our incorruptible discipline, ladies. I will know the source of your frivolity in the library,” she said, her low voice grating like gravel under a cartwheel. Margaret and I looked at one another. What could we say? That we were joking about the priest who had heard our confessions that afternoon, and our knowledge of his erotic enjoyment of them? Were we to tell her that the confessional was ripe with the scent of unfulfilled lust, and that the very same hands that placed the body of our Lord into our waiting mouths were dampened by his own emissions? That the taste of his seed added a certain piquancy to taking communion? Or that we had come to know that unless our confessions inflamed his desire we would have even harder penance to endure? Hardly that, I should think! So, there we stood, silent and watchful.
“Margaret, you have been with us since you were but a child of 8, but your friend is a recent student at our school. Do not think, young woman, as I will not deign to call you a lady, that I am not unaware of why you have been sent to us. Your licentious behavior is why your family sent you to us for discipline. You couldn’t resist it, could you? That book, illuminated with the most vulgar of drawings, depicting the most depraved acts! The sporting of the sparrow indeed! Was it worth it to you to read the writings of Vatsayana, that heathen pervert! I will not allow you to corrupt other girls in my care, young woman.”

Shockingly Sister Agatha swiftly removed her black garments to stand naked before Margaret and I. “It is I and I alone who will do the corrupting of young girls in this school.”

The sister sat in a char and spread her legs wide, looking at me she said” now you little slut, you will make much pleasure by licking and sucking my cunt and you sweet Margaret will shower your sucking tongue on my nipples. Do you understand?”
I felt a blush creeping into my cheeks as Sister Agatha spoke. Margaret looked over at me, a similar flush staining her cheeks. But, even embarrassed as I was I kneeled between her legs looking into a cunt much wider and longer than mine and virtually covered with hair. The nun reached down and parted her lips and then forced my mouth to her wetness. Out of a sense of fear and excitement I began to lick, seeking out her clit, which I found quickly and began to slurp like a hard candy. This sent the nun into shudders of pleasure.
I looked Up to see Margaret sucking tentatively on the nun’s long stiff nipple, and with a groan Sister Agatha pressed her head into her breast while lifting her skirt and driving a long finger into her sweet young cunt. Margaret groaned and began sucking the breast like a suckling child.
My hand made its way under my skirts and into the folds of my already wet pussy. Giving sister Agatha pleasure was intoxicating and I loved the sounds my mouth and tongue made against her wet cunt. I followed the nuns example and thrust two fingers into her gaping cunt hole. The response was immediate. The nun lifted her body off the chair and groaned with pleasure
“More fingers all your fucking fingers you wanton little whore,” groaned the nun as I soon found I could sink four fingers into the wide cunt and it made her clit grow even larger, which I then sucked and licked like a Christmas confection.
I had a perfect view of Sister Agatha’s fingers violating young Martha’s tender cunt and the view made me wet, thinking I would like to taste that myself when we return to our dorms. I began twisting my hand in the nun’s big cunt when it realized if I folded my thumb that would slip in as well, soon my entire hand was surging inside the nun and I pushed down and out making Sister Agatha writhe and groan with pleasure.
Little Margaret was now bouncing up and down on the nun’s fingers and looked prepared tio climax like the women in the book I had red I reached out with my wet fingers and ;pushed one into her puckered ass hole. She screamed with pleasure and pain and came win a writhing mass.
At that same moment Sister Agatha’s foaming cunt grabbed my hand pulling it involuntarily deeper into her cunt then just as quickly pushing it out with a force I never imagined possible as my hand was thrust from her cunt Sister Agatha’s spewed cum all over my face and hair. I had never felt anything like it a virtual shower of female ecstasy I moved closer to her convulsing cunt and another volley of fluid spewed forward landing in my already open mouth I moaned and came with my own fingers, wet with her cum entered my trembling cunt.
This was my introduction to lesbian love and my time at the convent school would never be the same.
It was I who left the next note, placing it on her pillow in the dorm room as her bed was almost directly across the room from mine. She didn’t see it until she was brushing her hair preparing for bed.

On the note I had written: “Dearest Margaret” she excitedly place her brush down and glanced over at me with a look of furtive excitement. As she opened and read the note I became wet with anticipation.

The note read: My little flower weeps dew with every cherished sight of you. Come taste me when the clock is twelve and with trembling cunts let us delve.

The time did not pass slowly but in the interlude I carefully removed my undergarments so that I would be ready for lovely Margaret. Though I was trembling with excitement I did refrain from touching the tiny nub between my cunt lips. I wanted to feel Margret’s slim fingers to taste the slickness there.

When the appointed time came and with the dorm asleep Margaret crept into my bed I kept my back to her almost wanting her to think I was a sleep, Immediately her fingers were on my round ass and then slowly probing between my legs. I sighed and parted my legs for her. The deliciousness of her delicate lips parting my slick cunt lips is was indescribable. She probed my folds until she found my clit and then let her fingers part around it like the flow of a river by a large stone. She slowly rubbed up and down my clit trapped between her clamped fingers. The sensation was so pleasurable I almost called her name out loud in an act of passion and love, As the river of her fingers lavished my clit her middle finger of her right hand entered me with a startling and delicious swiftness that took my breath away. This young girl was more experienced than she let on. Then her mouth was at my neck kissing and her hot breath was raising the tiny hairs there.

“Oh, my love, your cunny is so wet for me. I want to feel it convulse and wet my hand with its sweet juices. I want to taste you on my fingers you beautiful dark angel.”

Margaret began grinding her wet bare cunny into my hip bone so that I could feel its juices run down over my stomach. “ See how wet I am for you my love, see how my little cunny weeps on your soft perfect skin.”

The tension of Margaret’s fingers on my trapped clit grew more fevered. It was like nothing I had felt before and wondered how it was that I had not discovered this method of cunny rubbing. Yet it was her finger how it probed the inner walls of my cunt that had wave after wave of pleasure burst forth from my loins. I knew that my roiling cunt would soon explode and dear Margaret sensed it too. She rode my hip bone like it were a wild steed and the feel of her delicate folds and clit grinding against me sent another wave of pleasure through me.

“Oh my love, I am nearly done for it…” sighed Margaret her hips made three long hard thrusts the length of my hip…she groaned against her teeth as a flood of her cum flowed forth from her trembling cunt lips and over my hip coursing down over my buttocks and stomach. It was more than I could stand I came on my new lovers fingers thrusting my body so hard against her cunt I elicited another wave of climax in her body. We thrashed together for what seemed eternity until our hearts and bodies found peace once more.

Before finding sleep in our separate beds we committed our undying love for each other.

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Batwoman goes in search of Selina Kyle aka Catwoman, only to find her fill-in, Holly Robinson.

It was all going so well. A simple looting of a rich person’s home of a few baubles, and what not. Yep, everything was going so well until she found herself blacking out from something hitting her.

She groaned as she came to, her vision blurry as she looked around. “Where am I?” she groaned, then tried to move only to find herself hanging from the ceiling and shackled thoroughly. “ouuuhhh…” she groaned in pain.

“As to the where, you’re in an adult toy factory. As for the why, because I saw you and decided you might be the one person that can give me what I want.”

Stepping from behind the hanging woman, Batwoman let the fingers of her left hand trace Holly’s right thigh as she passed, only to walk off a few paces, turn and place her arms upon her chest.

“The names, Batwoman.”

Holly twisted in her restraints at the touch. “What do you want?” she said weakened from some rough treatment. Her vision cleared as she looked at Batwoman.

“Information. Batgirl was supposed to meet me hours ago, but said she was checking on a lead about you, Catwoman. So I decided you would know where she was at.”

Pumping the woman for information, or anyone for that matters, was a big part of any crime fighter’s scene. Standing where she was, Batwoman looked up to the shackles that held Catwoman tight, before her eyes traveled back down to the feline’s masked face again, all the time waiting for an answer.

“I don’t know anything about it.” Holly muttered out at Batwoman. She felt like she just woke up in the morning. Far from able to fight, not that she could being shackled.
She still struggled a bit, trying to pull herself up making her breasts puff out, and her back arch, but she couldn’t find the stregth as her muscles gave out, and she ended up hanging as she was with a tit jiggling drop. “unh!”

Standing quietly, Batwoman’s eyes went wide when Catwoman’s breasts bounced up and down from the short drop. The woman was driving her nearly insane as it was, but Batwoman was a professional and that meant she could keep her mind on the business at hand…, if only just.

“Cut the crap, Catwoman. She was checking up on you, she then vanished into thin air, as did your kittens. You know where Batgirl is, and unless you want to meet my fists, you will tell me.”

She struggled again in her restraints arching her back again, twisting her legs and rubbing them together. “I don’t know anything about Batgirl, or the kittens.” She said moaning out as she stretched her muscles a bit.

Batwoman watched the struggling woman before while she herself fought off the building excitement. Catwoman was all trussed up like a side of beef, but her continual movements were starting to get to this heroine. It had been a simple thing to put the feline where she was now, but Batwoman had not figured on the fact that her tender core would be eye level once it was all said and done, a mistake Kathy would not make again.

“I guess we’ll have to do this the hard way then, Catwoman.”

She struggled more slowly coming out of her groggy state, her hips swaying back and forth, and side to side as she tried to escape. “nngh!”
Her lips curled and her head tilted back softly as she struggled with her arms. Her soft, luscious tits jiggling with every movement under her latex body suit.

Frustrated, Batwoman let her arms drop for her chest while she moved in closer. Grabbing the struggling woman’s legs, she drove a back handed slap to Catwoman’s masked face, unaware that over the last few minutes, her nipples had become firm from her growing excitement.

“You leave me no choice, Catwoman.

***S-L-A-P***

“Aahn!” she loosed a sound of pain from the slap that made her head turn. She struggled in Batwoman’s grasp starting to get wet. “I don’t know anything!” Sexual excitement toned her breathing. Her own nipples made cute little bumps stick out of her latex.

The woman’s lack of cooperation was getting on Batwoman’s nerves, making the excited heroine make bad judgments. Releasing Catwoman’s thighs, Batwoman reached up and planted her hands upon the feline’s breasts, and then squeezed them like the melons they were, the movement bringing her own hot body close enough to touch that of the Catwoman.

“Haahhn!” she blushed as her sensitive tits were grabbed. “Aaahhhn!” she let out noises of lust before she knew it. Her pussy drooled with anticipation. “Wh-What are you doing?”

“Getting you to talk, bitch.”

Batwoman continued to squeeze Catwoman’s breasts, only to begin to twist and maul them between her fingers. Her own nipples were rock solid diamonds that were clearly visible through the extremely tight costume she wore, getting all the harder each time her breasts rubbed against Catwoman’s thighs.

“Aaah! Aaaagh! But I don’t know anything!” she arched her back and pressed her cunt to Batwoman’s mouth. “Mhhhhn!”

“Mmmmmmmmmmmffffffffffffffffffffffffffff.”

Before Batwoman knew what was happening, Catwoman brought her legs around her head and pulled the heroine’s face into her hot latex encased cunt. In moments, Catwoman had her legs locked tightly around Batwoman’s head, forcing the heroine to breathe in her heated scent, barely held in check by the thin latex that made up Catwoman’s costume.

“Mmmmmmm….mmmfffffffffff…., mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.”

In minutes, Batwoman’s hold on the feline’s breasts weakened, before her hands dropped away. She could smell Catwoman’s trapped cum and the sensations sent erotically pleasing feelings into Batwoman’s mind, keeping her disoriented and confused.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm”

She let out a low deep groan of pleasure feeling Batwoman against her wanting pussy. She bucks her hips instinctively, wanting, begging as she rides Batwoman’s face. Her slutty cunt makes wet noises against the latex. Her head rolls to the side with another moan.

Taking all that Catwoman was giving her, Batwoman didn’t stand a chance of resisting the powerfull eroticisms flooding her brain. Totally aroused, her steamy-hot cunt exploded in orgasm, forcing Batwoman to groan in pleasure against Catwoman’s pussy, leaving the heroine completely at Catwoman’s mercy.

“AAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhh.”

Holly managed to get free from her shackles, then dropped to the floor landing on Batwoman. “mmhm, the tables have turned.” Holly purred while straddling her flying mousie. Her hands cupped Batwoman’s tits at the side, then her thumbs stroked her nipples. Holly pressed a warm kiss to Batwoman’s lips. “oohhhh.”

Lying on her back, Batwoman was too weak to put up much of a fight even had she wanted too. Her orbs cupped, she could feel Catwoman’s lips upon her own, the feline’s tongue stabbing at her flesh as if begging to be allowed inside Batwoman’s mouth.

“Mmmmmmmmmmfffffffffffffffffffffffffff.”

Moments pass, before Batwoman opens her mouth to return the kiss, letting their hot tongues dance together in loving bliss. Her gloved hands lying limp by her head, Batwoman continued to moan softly, while Catwoman rubbed her thigh up and down her extremely excited and wet cunt.

Catwoman pressed her thigh to Batwoman’s cunt a bit firmer as she rode Batwoman’s thigh. “Mhhm you need this as much as I do, hm?” She teased softly then used her long tongue to caress Batwoman’s mouth tenderly. Her hand grabbed Batwoman’s wrists pinning her down lustily. Holly maneuvered her body so their tits ground against eachother as she rides her new lover.

Her body writhing in ecstasy, Batwoman let Catwoman have her ways with her, as if she could do anything else. Her body was building to a second, more powerful orgasm, and Batwoman knew when it hit, she’d be left powerless to fight the feline, let alone be of any threat to her.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…., uuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmmmmm.”

She pressed another deep, loving kiss to Batwoman’s mouth, then moans into her mouth, closing her eyes softly. Her hands moved to Batwoman’s thighs then grasped them practically throwing them apart before she pressed their cunts together. She gyrated her hips on Batwoman lustily as her hands palmed the sides of Batwoan’s head warmly controlling her head during the kiss

Taken roughly all at once, Batwoman groaned deeply into Catwoman’s hot, inticingly delicious mouth. She could feel the woman’s body gyrating against her own, their cunts rubbing back and forth with only two thin sheets of extremely tight latex dividing their juices.

Arching her back at last, Batwoman cries out in pure ecstasy as her cunt erupts in a series of powerful orgasms, each one more powerful that the one before, driving the bat – woman well over the edge sexually, leaving Batwoman completely wasted and helpless in minutes.

Holly nuzzled Batwoman softly, cheek to cheek. She kissed Batwoman again, warmly. “You found the wrong Catwoman, lover, but what a consolation prize, hm?” she nestles her body against Batwoman’s, making their tits orbit each other. “A nice little bit of compensation for capturing me, hm? Maybe we can do this again some time?” she murmurs softly like they were in love.

A moment passed, but Holly didn’t depart. “mmh, I can’t pull myself away, my sexy flying mousie.” she kisses Batwoman on the mouth deeply with a moan.

Dazed and disoriented, Batwoman tried to think past the multiple sensations flooding ehr mind, but every time she thought she was close, Catwoman ripped that control away again. Slowly, ever so slowly, her right hand moved for the all important utility belt in the vain hope to find her balance again, but that all ended when the material between her heaving breasts was grabbed and Batwoman was pulled up to a half sitting position.

As if acting on cue, Catwoman deftly removed the dangerous utility belt from around Batwoman’s slender waist and then tossed it across the room, well out of reach for the weakened heroine, only then finishing the move by pulling Batwoman to her feet and telling her what to do.

“Raise your hands, Batwoman, and don’t try anything. In case you don’t know it…, you now belong to me.”

Holly shackled Batwoman to the chain dangling from the ceiling as she pressed sucking kisses to Batwoman’s neck, then ended it with a long lick.”mmhmmmmmmm” she made it sound like Batwoman was a delicious meal as she purred into her ear.

A claw tipped finger traveled over the latex on Batwoman’s left breast cutting away a cats eye shape exposing her nipples and some flesh to the cool air. Holly cupped the breast lifting it, then she licked the nipple with the tip of hr tongue letting Batwoman see the act. She pushed her thigh against Batwoman’s crotch and started bouncing her on it.

She hadn’t thought it could get more erotic than it already had until she watched – with intense fascination – Catwoman slicing two cats eye shaped holes around her nipples. Gasping loudly when the cool air assaulted her hot flesh, Batwoman threw her head back off her shoulders to fight the added sensation, only to bring it back up again when she felt the woman’s tongue touching one of her nipples.

“G-A-S-P”

Her body reacted, as Batwoman squirmed in the shackles, telling Catwoman she was enjoying the attentions. Still watching the enticing woman suck and lick her exposed nipples, Batwoman glanced towards the shackles only to bring her head back down instantly the second Catwoman’s thigh traveled across her extremely sensitive and stretched pussy.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

“mmm, soooo delicious!” she nibbled those perky nipples, then wrapped her tongue around them pulling them into her mouth.

“I can’t wait to taste the rest of you… but first, my mousie…” she walked to her loot bag, then took out a bottle of champagne, nothing special. Just something she was going ot use to celebrate the heist.

She popped the cork with a claw, then poured out the contents and let Batwoman watch, letting her wonder what it was for. Once the contents are left on the floor she walked over to Batwoman. Her free hand stroked Batwoman’s cunt softly, then rubbed harder in a circle over her clit.

Batwoman watched in wonderment as Catwoman popped the cork to the champagne and poured the bubbly liquid out. Still wondering what she was doing when she stepped closer, Batwoman suddenly got a thought of exactly what the long-necked bottle might be used for, especially now that the hot woman was caressing and rubbing her latex encased pussy, keeping Batwoman close to the edge of insanity.

“I don’t know what you have in mind, Catwoman…but you aren’t going to stick that bottle in me.”

“Oh, yes, I am.” A claw traveled in a circle on the latex that covered Batwoman’s pussy expertly making a circle of it flop to the floor. “Guess who’s going to fill it with cum so I’ll have something new to drink to celebrate, hm?” She purred at Batwoman kneeling down, biting her nipples softly on her way to her cute latex covered clit.

She made a playful biting noise as she nibbled Batwoman’s clit through the latex, then slowly inserted the bottle Batwoman’s pussy twisting it into her until she hit the G-spot. She nibbled Batwoman’s latex covered clit lovingly while she used the bottle to rapidly rub Batwoman’s G-spot.

Feeling the single claw cut away the thin material that protected her core, Batwoman groaned deeply and then bit her lip. The cold air hit her steamy hot pussy like a ton of bricks, and if that wasn’t bad enough, the bottle being inserted and twisted into her sopping wet cunt was.

In moments, her cum was trickling into the bottle, as well as flowing down the sides, coating Catwoman’s hand and mouth with her love juices, but Batwoman didn’t care. The bottle was riding her G-spot and with each passing moment, her mind edged ever closer to mush, while her body betrayed her utterly and completely.

“Mmhm, your pussy is squeezing this bottle so hard I hear it squeaking in you.” Holly teased then bit the latex over Batwoman’s clit, then tugged it then let it snap on the swollen pearl. She then started licking the sweet love juice off the bottle and her hand looking up at Batwoman with lusty eyes that communicated just how good the fluids were on her tongue. “Nhhhnnnnnnn!” she purred at her.

For the briefest of moments Batwoman considered doing to Catwoman what had been done to her, but though her legs hung free, she didn’t have the strength to pull it off, let alone the desire. Even if she did, the latex snapping back against her clit ended any thoughts of such a move as her body erupted in orgasm again, leaving Batwoman nearly senseless in the process.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.”

Holly smirked as Batwoman came, then placed the bottle on the floor between Batwoman’s legs. She walked to the chain control, then used it to lower Batwoman so she could kneel. “Ride the bottle while I get something to make you feel even better.” she said in a sensual moan.
She walked off and watched Batwoman over her shoulder while she licked her lips and sucked the cum off her own fingers.

Holly took her time walking to a pile of unmarked boxes to see if her mousie would do as she commanded.

Breathing heavily, gasping in each breath, Batwoman let out a soft moan when her knees touched the floor, taking much of the strain off of her wrists. Seeing the bottle below her, she glanced over to where Catwoman was, before stealing a quick glance at the shackles. As her wrists were lose, she could now effect an escape, but once her hands were free, Batwoman knew she’d need to be ready for a fight, as the Catwoman would not simply let her go – not this time.

“I don’t see that bottle in your pussy, mousie.” she purred at Batwoman. “I said to ride it.”
She used her claw to open a box slowly. “Fuck yourself with it. You’ve got to fill it up, lover.” she says warmly in a husky tone, very pleased with what she thought she could do with her captive.

“I don’t…..remember…, saying I would, Catwoman. You may have me like this…., b, but I’m not your sex toy.”

Fighting the urge to do as she was told, Batwoman tried to bluff her way through the moment, while she desperately tried to regain her strength. She could feel her mind clearing every so slightly, and for the most part her body was cooling off, but somehow Batwoman didn’t think either would last for long.

“Oh, you still don’t get it yet, do you?” She pulled a pack out of the box, then another.”You’re mine. And why a mere Sex toy? Why not something deeper? Don’t I set your body ablaze in pleasure? Don’t I make you cum? Of course I do. Why fight it?”

She walked over to Batowman setting the unmarked packages down, then set about checking the shackles making sure they’re secure on Batwoman’s wrists as she pressed a deep, warm kiss to her mouth. “Mmmhnnnn!”

“I’m your only if I agree to be yours, and with my wrists shackled I can’t make such a decision. But yes, you do things to me that no one has done in the past. How did you know?”

Her eyes held to those of her captor, Batwoman couldn’t help but glance down at the two boxes below her stretched body, any more than she could keep from admitting her desire for the woman before her. Her body had been denied for far too long, and Catwoman knew how to service her body like no other woman ever had.

“I do now.” Holly smirked at Batwoman, humiliating her as she confirmed the fact. She grabbed Batwoman’s tits firmly, then rolled back the latex that covered them making them bulge away from her body, pinched, and squeezed at the base by the latex using her costume against her. “Lucky you, I’m going to spoil you.”

She then opened the box, and revealed a milking machine. Well, a kinky one. She brought the cups to Batwoman’s forcibly perked tits then applied them, not with suction but rough metal nipple clamps. Batwoman could feel a row of rough teeth along the inside of the cup. Enough to sting, but not break skin. “Want me to turn it on, mousie?” she grinned at Batwoman.

“Uhhhhh….you bitch….uuuummmmmmmm. And would it matter if I did?”

Her eyes going wide when her breasts were squeezed by her own costume, Batwoman groaned out in pleasurable pain as the milkers were pushed and twisted into place, covering her breasts even as the tip of the end piece touched her erect nipples.

“You don’t have to do this you know?”

“You’re right, but how often do I get to ruin a perfectly sexy woman for others?” she suddenly threw a knee into Batwoman’s gut at close range asserting herself. “Make those tits jiggle while they get sucked on?” She stepped on the button to turn them on, and the machine came to life letting go of her nipples as it sucked her flesh hard into the cups letting those lil’ teeth bite in to her skin shallowly. The machine stopped sucking and the nipple clips latched back on firmly, then the process repeated.

Batwoman snapped her head back the instant the powerful sensations slammed into her brain. Her breasts were on fire from the milking machine’s teeth but even though they hurt to a degree, they also excited her to no end. Squirming in the bonds, Batwoman groaned deeply after only moments, telling Catwoman she had her prey exactly where she wanted her.

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.”

She grabbed Batwoman’s hair, then tilted her head to force her to look at her, then held up the bottle to Batwoman’s face. “I plan on raping you until your cum fills this bottle, then I’m going to take it with me as a trophy that I RAPED you into a mewling, cum soaked mess!” She rammed her knee into Batwoman’s cunt, then then she forced her to look at the level of liquid in the bottle. “Lucky you, the bottle isn’t full… but it’s pretty close. Lets fix that, hm?” She kneed Batwoman in the gut again to loosen her jaw before she jammed the bottle into her mouth pulling her hair to make her head back, forcing the cum to pour into Batwoman’s mouth. “DRINK, WHORE! Drink it all!” she said with a sadistic smile. “Taste the results of what I did to you so far. Taste what your slutty cunt made!”

She loved the fact there was no milk coming from Batwoman’s magnificent tits. The machine wouldn’t stop because of that, and it would keep mauling her tits.

“OOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF……..uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh…., bitch, that…..ooofffffffff.”

Taken down by the two hard blows, Batwoman barely had time to think of a reply before the bottle was rammed into her mouth. Even as it was, the edge nearly broke two of her upper teeth, but though painful, that memory was soon forgotten when her own cum started to run down her throat.

Twisting her head didn’t help much as Catwoman had a firm grip on her hair but the cum wasn’t really affecting her as she had tasted it well enough before…, and if this whore thought this act would break her, then she was the dumbest bitch Batwoman had even met.

She held the bottle in Batwoman’s mouth as the quart of liquid fell into her mouth. She rammed her knee into Batwoman’s cunt again, then started grinding it against her clit through the latex.

“Every woman you fuck, every woman that claws your back, you’ll wish, in the back of your mind, that the bimbo was me crushing you with lust, making you cum and scream… and beg for more!” She raked her teeth on Batwoman’s neck.

“You’ll know a simple fact… That they can’t match my prowess. That they can’t satisfy your pussy as it aches and aches making you into a nymphomaniac slut that only wants more! That’s when you’ll come crawling back to me, then I will own your body, and bathe in your cum!”

Anger and pain mixed in her ravaged brain like pea soup, making it extremely difficult to make out what the Catwoman was saying to her, if she was even talking. Her cunt was seething from the repeated cunt busters that the woman was applying to her, as if Catwoman wanted to destroy Batwoman’s sex altogether, and if she did, she was doing a fine job of it.

Seeing stars dance in front of her mask, Batwoman fluttered her eyes and shook her head to stay conscious, though why, with all the intense tortures she was getting, she didn’t understand. Still, in all the midst of the crap going on, Batwoman still managed to pull her head away from the bottle just enough to pit a mouthful of her cum into Catwoman’s face, before telling her what she thought.

“Go fuck yourself, bitch.”

Holly flinched as the cum was spat in her face, then laughed. She grabbed Batwoman’s mask, then lifted it before she wedged the bottle’s opening into it pouring the rest of the hot cum into it, forcing it into Batwoman’s hair.

“No, I’m going to fuck you. To death if I want…”

She kissed Batwoman roughly on her mouth as she reached out to the remote to the chain, then pressed a button. Suddenly Batwoman dropped and then found herself head and shoulders on the floor with the rest of her body pointed towards the ceiling, her left leg in Holly’s firm grasp. A high heeled boot suddenly entrapped Batwoman’s neck punning it to the floor between the stiletto heel, and the ball of the foot, and it was lightly choking her. Holly straddled Batwoman’s cunt scissoring her. She looked down at Batwoman’s face licking her lips as she pressed their cunts together, then made a teasing circular gyration of her hips that ground their cunts together.

The fall hurt like hell, but it served to break Batwoman out of her stupor if only for a moment. For the first time the woman had made a mistake and it was going to cost her dearly, if Batwoman had anything to say in the matter.

In moments Catwoman, or whoever this was, was grinding her own cunt against Batwoman’s, making them both hot, but the movement had also been the woman’s second mistake…, one she would not soon forget.

Bringing the one free leg around from behind her, Batwoman wrapped it around Holly’s throat and yanked it back, pulling the Catwoman off her body and to the floor in one swift move. At the same time, Batwoman worked the shackles that had now become loose with the fall, opening the both of them just as the Catwoman’s body impacted the floor.

Completing the motion begun with her leg, Batwoman reached up and grabbed the chains holding her legs aloft and pulled her upper body up them, until she was almost standing and well above the Catwoman who was now just getting to her feet….the times had changed, at least for now.

Holly looked up at Batwoman from the floor groaning in pain. She writhed in agony with a defeated look on her face… just long enough for her hand to grasp the whip at her hip, then snap it around Batwoman’s neck followed by a swift jerk and her arms striking Batwoman’s ankles to knock her to the floor. Holly quickly moved to put her shoulders against the back of Batwoman’s knees, then shove them to her shoulders pinning her down. The whip is quickly used to tie her ankles to her neck.

“I’m NOT done with you!” She started running their cunts together. “I need you so much.” she licked her lips at Batwoman trying to in her wrists to the floor with her hands. “Why fight when you can enjoy it?” she moaned watching the milking machine still attached to her tits.

“AARRGGGHHHH……………….mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.. Why force it when we can both enjoy it?”

Falling and pinned for the moment, Batwoman struggled to get free of the hold, managing to twist her body well enough to get some freedom of movement. Grasping the cups attached to her nearly raw breasts, she all but ripped them off of chest and then used them as a weapon, whipping the cups around and up behind her in the hope of delivering at least some pain to this woman.

“You said earlier I had the wrong Catwoman…, if so we need not be enemies. Think about it…”

“Augh!” She recoiled from the plastic cups striking her face. “Nnhn…” She continues grinding their latex clad cunts together with frustration in every stroke, then kisses Batwoman. “mmhmm, both enjoy it, hm? I’m listening.” Her warm breath caressed Batwoman’s neck as she began kissing her throat affectionately. “But I gotta cum…” She murmurs softly.

“Then free me and I’ll bring you off. I can give as good as I take, in case you don’t know that.”

Grabbing Holly by the arm, Batwoman looked her in the eyes and smiled, trying to ease the woman’s frustrations if she could. A place she herself had been too many a day, Batwoman knew at least some of what this exotic Catwoman was going through and perhaps they could service each other tonight.

“I won’t hurt you.”

Freed, Batwoman got to her feet and approached Catwoman slowly, her hands caressing the woman’s upper arms before she stepped closer still to deliver a hot hungry kiss. Their breasts smashed together, Batwoman put her thigh against Catwoman’s pussy and rubbed it slowly, hoping she was not making a mistake.

“Don’t be gentle.” she coaxed Batwoman, indicating sheliked it rough. Holly kissed back with an intense passion wrapping her arms and a leg around Batwoman. She moaned deep into Batwoman’s mouth licking her tongue. Her hips buck against Batwoman’s hand softly, wanting, begging for every touch. It was so hot it nearly burned Batwoman’s hand, and there was so much love juice flowing to make wet slut noises and enough lube to let Batwoman do almost anythng she wanted to make Holly cum.

Hearing the request, Batwoman moved down Holly’s firm body, biting the front of her costume as she went. Sinking to her knees, she continued to lick and kiss her lover, if she dared call Catwoman that, while letting her right hand slide up and down her inner thigh…, before she drove the hand up into Holly’s wanting cunt, shoving four fingers straight against her G spot…

Her face contorted at the sudden and forceful intrusion followed by a cry of pleasure. “Ohhh!”
She slowly pushes Batwoman to the floor then moves to 69 Batwoman pressing her tongue to her clit through the latex. “I’m not so good at just enjoying it.” she murmured then began nibbling Batwoman through the latex.

“So be it………..” *BITE*

Biting down of Holly’s pussy, Batwoman ground the thin costume between her teeth for a few moments, and then clamped down altogether. Keeping the latex material between her teeth for a bit longer, Batwoman pulled her face away from Holly’s core and then paused…..counting down the seconds from ten in her head, before she released the tight latex, letting it slap against Catwoman’s abused cunt…, a sensation to be followed by a hard slap to her cunt…

Holly soon found herself digging her nails into Batwoman’s thighs careful not to claw her as she screamed in agony and pleasure. “UGH! OH GOD YES!” she felt her pussy quiver and convulse as she orgasmed. “Oh please! More~!” she practically sang out before she buried her face between Batwoman’s thighs tongue fucking through the little opening in the latex that leads to Batwoman’s pussy. All the while her body writhed as the sensations shot through her body making her nearly weep in joy.

Her mask covered in and out with cum, Batwoman barely heard the screams, but the vibrations radiating through her cunt told her all she needed to know. Biting down a second time, Batwoman suddenly paused when she felt something metalic, and after a careful search with her tongue, she knew it had to be a zipper.

In moments, the zipper was opened, exposing the cutiest pussy she had ever seen, but there was little time to dwell on its beauty, that would come later. Opening her mouth, Batwoman bit down on the raw flesh and pulled a second time, gringing Catwoman’s sweet smelling pussy lips between her teeth like a dog would worry a bone, before letting it go…, her actions quickly followed by three fingers in search of Catwoman’s clit..

Holly yelped, and screamed in pleasure and writhed on Batwoman in erotic ecstasy. “Ohhh.. OOHHH!” she flushed with color, as she unzipped a hole in Batwoman’s crotch wider then buried her tongue between her cum coated folds, smacking her lips and slurping lewdly as she loved every second of it. She stuffed two fingers in Batwoman’s pussy then pumped her sweet honey pot searching for her G-spot with every stroke while mewling in sheer pleasure.

Gasping when what was left of the material snapped back against her swollen pussy lips, Batwoman ground her pussy into Holly’s face ever so slowly, while she moved her face just as slowly across Holly’s invitingly wet snatch. Her finger, already inside had found the all elusive nub and had just started to pinch it, grinding it as well, to keep her lover hot as hell, while setting her up for the next part…

“Oh, I love you…” Holly murmured kissing Batwoman’s clit madly, then scissoring her fingers inside her pussy rubbing her G-spot and pressing towards her anus adding pressure to simulate anal without the penetration. She started dragging her tongue over Batwoman’s clit over and over again.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmm.”

Her head snapping back the instant Holly’s hot tongue slid across her raw clit, Batwoman groaned deeply and exploded in orgasm, sending her hot love juices onto Holly’s buried face. No other woman had ever taken her this way before, and Kathy doubted any would in the future aside from this woman. She was hers for the taking if Holly wanted her.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm….love…………you……..mmmmmmmmm.”

“mmhphh!MMPH!” she sucked and licked every last drop of cum out of Batwoman’s pussy while rubbing her clit with her fingers in a rapid circular motion. “Give it to me, baby…” she moaned sensually then started tongue fucking Batwoman with her lips making a tight sucking seal on her pussy rim.

Batwoman was giving as good as she took, but the entire night had worn on her body. Getting weaker by the minute, she drove herself harder to please and pleasure Catwoman, but there was only so much energy left in her luscious body. In minutes, her mind started to shut down as a thick fog of fatigue started to set in but still, she lickes and sucked every once of cum her tongue and fingers could reach, until she finally could do no more….

“Mmmmmmmm…, so…, so weak.. uuuhhhhhhhhhhh.”

Holly pressed a deep kiss to Batwoman’s mouth then wrapped her up in her cape, then got her utility belt, and other things, then took Batwoman to her safe house.

Holly took Batwoman to her safe house, well one of them, and immediately to bed where she laid a helpless limp Batwoman on those silken sheets. She couldn’t move and that was the best kind of bondage to her. Nothing to get in the way, just a helpless woman to ra- enjoy.
She started slow, pressing a deep, meaningful kiss to Batwoman’s mouth, then carefully started stripping her, but not so carefully tossed her clothes aside. First her cape, while kissing her neck. Batwoman’s limp neck, and head movements turning her on.

Then her top was peeled off with kisses running along her torso as it was bared, with particular attention, and licks to her abused tits as if she were kissing them all better.

Then her beautiful waist line, then her still sopping wet cunt. She tongue bathed her cunt clean with an insatiable taste for Batwoman’s cum.

Her thighs were bared next, and Holly delighted in licking the smooth firm flesh of her legs with a sensual purr.

She kissed and licked those firm calf muscles and continued her show of adoration for every inch of Batwoman’s body.

The rest of her clothes came off with her boots. Holly purred and licked Batwoman’s ankles, holding her legs up as if she were the catch of the day.

She purred as she moved to Batwoman’s arms, taking her hands by the wrist, then licking her fingers for traces of cum. She sucked each finger in turn as she laid between Batwoman’s legs.

She got to her knees then Holly surveyed Batwoman’s naked body not interested in removing her mask with appreciative eyes as if Batwoman were her greatest treasure. Holly then laid forward, and began to nuzzle Batwoman with extreme warmth and affection, then cuddled up to let her rest putting away the thoughts of continued sex.

For now anyhow…

Semi-conscious through most of the experience, Batwoman lay motionless and let Catwoman do her magic. Every fiber of her being yelled out for more attention, more licks – kisses – fingerings, more of everything, but even as it did, her body refused to cooperate. Batwoman’s body had been ravaged by an expert and it needed time to heal. She in turn needed time to regain her strength before anything continued.

Fading off to a deep, fitful sleep, Batwoman dreamt of the night, of the intoxicatingly beautiful woman who had all but conquered her sexually and of what might become of them. They were enemies, women on opposite sides of the law and each of them were as dedicated to their beliefs as any could be…, and yet, unless Batwoman was mistaken, they were in love.

How long she was out, Batwoman had no idea as there weren’t any windows in the room, but when she woke, her naked body was covered by a satin sheet and beside her was Catwoman, equally naked save for her mask, which Batwoman was all too surprised to find she still had on as well.

Staying quiet, Batwoman just laid there and watched the enticing women sleep. Her breasts rose and fell in smooth motions, pushing her red nipples, also asleep from the way they looked, up and down toward her very eyes. Unable to stand any more torture, Batwoman leaned in slowly and gently lip-bit Catwoman’s left nipple, only to pull ig back, letting it snap back to her smooth breast.

Even as she moved in for another gentle nibble, her prey for the morning rolled onto her side, but that only served to give Batwoman a better target, something she used to her advantage when she lowered her head to Catwoman’s right breast and started to suck and lick the hardening nipple.

Holly seemed to be a heavy sleeper, or perhaps the loving attention was affecting her dreams. She merely let out a low, sensual series of moans and her cunt moistened a bit more at every touch to her sensitive breasts. Maybe it was Batwoman’s turn to enjoy a semi-conscious woman?

It was oh so fitting that Holly dreamt of Batwoman in a scene much like the time they met, save it was more consenting. Images burned to memory of every inch of Batwoman’s creamy, silky naked flesh over taught muscle in the throes of orgasm. Quivering, and thrashing, and spasming with mind melting joy, much like the time they met… And then as Batwoman played with her nipples in reality, the dream turned tender as they embraced and Batwoman did her magic.

Batwoman listened to the soft moans and paused, before she puled her head back to look into Catwoman’s eyes. Seeing she was still alseep, Batwoman cupped the breast she was working on and then lowered her head…, only to engulf the areola, nipple and all into her hot mouth. she moaned softly at the feel of the growing nub against her tongue and then slowly, methodically sucked the little bud to rick solid hardness, her suckling becoming harder and faster as time went by…, as if she were trying to return the favor of the milking the night before.

Her tongue sliding all around the nipple, Batwoman let go of the orb and let her free hand slide down Holly’s well toned, yet velvety soft skin, as she moved for her lover’s pussy. Palming it ever so slowly four or five times, Batwoman finally sank two fingers into Catwoman’s slit, her fingers made wet and slippery by the cum already present…, and in no time at all, Batwoman was flicking the tiny but extremely sensitive bud with her index finger…

The feline theme criminal writhed on the bed moaning more, and more. She either was one of the heaviest sleepers in the world having one hell of a wet dream, or she were feigning sleep perfectly.
Her wet cunt made her silky smooth skin even smoother, and easier to rub as it was spread over her cunt.

Wondering about her lover for a moment, Batwoman got out of bed and walked about the room, ignoring the shredded costume that draped the floor. In minutes she was searching for anything and everything that could be used on her sleeping love bug, expecting to find spoons and or hair dryers, but the discovery of a battery operated strap on blew her away

Smiling, Batwoman did her part and put the strap on around her waist, before she climbed back onto the bed. Getting between her lover’s legs, she slapped them aside until Holly was in a spread eagle lay, and wide enough for her own body to lay down on her…, which Batwoman did, seconds after sliding the round, ribbed, and pulsating dildo into Catwoman’s inviting snatch.

And so the migty strap-on plunged into Holly’s pussy, and she screamed out and woke up “Oh! AAH! Aaaah! Wh-…AAAH! Y-You!!” She gasped, and panted throwing her arms and legs around Batwoman kissing her before she could reply urging her to continue with a smile on her kissing lips. She fed Batwoman rapid, needy moans as if begging for her to use that strap on.

“So you *kiss* were *kiss* really asleep *kiss*.”

Pumping her Catwoman for all she was worth, Batwoman would pull the dildo out slowly and then ram it back in fast, over and over again, even as she mauled the woman’s tits with her teeth. Back and forth, back and forth Batwoman went, their body’s in sync, both moving to the natural rhythm of the pounding beat.

“Oh fuck! Oh FUCK! OH FUCK! OOOOH FUUUUUUuuUUUUCK!” Holly screamed out drowning in lust curling her toes and clawing Batwoman’s back. “UUUUUUUUUUHNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” She screamed again, then let a hand slip between Batwoman’s thighs to her pussy where she begins fingering while panting heatedly.

“Oh no you don’t, little one, not this time.”

Feeling the fingers slide inside her cunt, Batwoman quickly grabebd her lover’s wrists and shoved them behind Catwoman’s back, and held them in her right hand moments before Batwoman grabbed a fist full of Holly’s hair and yanked her head back forcibly.

“Tonight, you are mine.”

Holly whimpered as she she were forced into submission by brute power, and the best fucking she can remember. Being at someone’s mercy, and taken with so must lust, she is left in a slutty daze with only her legs around Batwoman’s hips. “Ohhhh.. yessssss!” she could feel her whole body reacting to the pleasure being pumped into her. “UAAAAAAAAHH!!!” she cried out as her body twisted and she exploded in orgasm as she were being hammered into her bed. Her lips parted and she were left only able to breathe, and stare at the headboard as her eyes rolled back. Drool pooled at the corner of her mouth as she endured the rough sex.

Continuing the heated sex, Batwoman flipped the switch to put the dildo on high power, and then rammed it home in Holly’s abused cunt. Their bodies on motion, Batwoman reached into the nightstand next to the bed and smiled when she found a set of padded cuffs, which brought an evil thought to her mind.

Hesitating for only a few seconds, Batwoman clasped first one cuff then the other to her lover’s wrists and shackled the other ends to the thick pipes that made the head board…, and then paused….pulling the dildo out as she did.

“I think you are too hot little one…perhaps a chance to cool off, then?”

Sliding off the bed, Batwoman took off the strap on and shoved it deep inside Holly’s sopping wet pussy, before she headed out of the room. Noise could be heard in the small kitchen, telling Holly that her lover was searching for something before all —- went —- quiet.

“Here we go….this is just what you need.”

Without so much as an excuse me, Batwoman pulled the dildo from its new home and laid it down on Holly’s mouth so she could both lick and inhale her own cum. Waiting for her lover to take the first lick, Batwoman fingered three large ice cubes into Holly’s heated cunt and smiled….before she patted her lover’s core softly, switching them to harder slaps in moments.

Batwoman’s captive kitty exhaled, and whimpered feeling the void in her pussy that remained when Batwoman took out the marvelous toy. She struggled in futility against the cuffs that restrained her, then that void was filled again with pure pleasure in latex covered plastic form. She moaned and moaned as her twitching pussy squeezed the toy.

Batwoman returned to a dazed and out of it Holly, and when offered the toy to lick, she sucked it into her mouth then licked the tip with a deep moan.

She whimpered and nearly cried when the ice cubes were shoved into her wet cunt, crying out in that blissful mix of pain and pleasure with the dildo gagging her. She yelped with every slap to her sensitive cunt as her legs tensed keeping her in that spread legged position. She could barely see straight with the sheer pleasure in her body.

Batwoman had a fiest before her eyes that few could behold if even once even in a lifetime….the writhing form of a hot lover in a cum-soaked bed – sweat beading upon her naked flesh even as her tongue licked at her own cum.

Smiling, Batwoman did the onl;y thing she could think of and took the strap on from her lover’s mouth, before she slid it back into her steaming wet cunt with her hand…to begin the slow but steady push and pulls of the deviously evil, pulsating monster. Batwoman knew Catwoman was almost ready, but the term was *almost* and that meant she would have to get her lover ready for the next part….

…so without further ado, Batwoman started to alternate the dildo’s use…inside each of their cunts….Holly’s – hers – Holly’s hers – Holly’s – hers….

Holly licked her lips seeing the dildo enter Batwoman, then groaned out loudly as the dildo pressed into her pussy moving the melting ice cubes in her which made her scream in pleasure, then her pussy sucked and smerped the dildo on it’s out of her wanting cunt. She loved it every time the process repeated tugging the cuffs, and squirming with delight with a look of pure orgasmic bliss on her face.

Batwoman looked into Catwoman’s masked face for but a moment, but in that moment, the expression told her that her lover was indeed ready to be taken utterly. Working the dildo in and out of her cunt, Batwoman got onto the bed and straddled her lover…, before she slowly edged backward, until her own dripping wet cunt was above her lover’s face.

Batwoman had but one idea in her mind, that of face fucking Catwoman, and in seconds, she had sat down upon her lover’s face to do just that. Her left hand pumping the dildo in and out, Batwoman used her right hand to slap and maul Catwoman’s breasts, even as she ground her own cunt into Catwoman’s face…..

“Take this slut….eat me out now!!!”

Holly wraps her mouth around Batwoman’s pretty cunt with extreme eagerness! She sucked and slurped, and licked rabidly, venting her pleasure into Batwoman’s sweet meat. Her body danced with erotic squirming, and bucking movements as Batwoman abused it, and pleasured it at all the same time.

It was all she could do to keep up the pressure but then there was one last thing she could do, and Batwoman knew that. Adjusting her position, she brought her legs up to her ass and then slid her thighs through the pipes of the head board, so that their bodies were in a classic 69 position.

Without hesitation, Batwoman pulled the dildo out of Catwoman’s inviting cunt and then buried her face into it, using her tongue to clean her lover out, licking and sucking, with each stroke of her hot tongue slapping Holly’s clit hard.

Her mouth finally broke the death grip on BW’s pussy to gasp, then cry out before she started to flicker her tongue inside her lover’s pussy, licking, and lapping, and probing her delicious cunt. Her lips sucked back onto her cunt, and her lower teeth rake BW’s clit as if Holly were biting into a sweet, juicy peach. The corners of her mouth pulled away letting BW know just how juicy her pussy was as slurping sounds were made every time. And oh how Holly moaned in delight as her lover assaulted her pussy orally!

Her face in Holly’s cunt, Batwoman licked and sucked every facet of her lover’s being, while her finger nails raked her inner thighs. Her tongue was like a monster as it went this way and that, up and down, across Holly’s sore clit, before Batwoman paused the attack and brought her head up.

Pausing for but a moment, Batwoman buried her face in her lover’s pussy again, but this time she bit down on Holly’s ultra sensitive pussy lips and then pulled back up….only to slide two fingers of each hand into her cunt to finish her off.

“Aaauuuhhh! Ooooohhh! Aaaaahhhh!!” she moaned then dive back into BW’s pussy wishing she could finger her back, but does everything she can with her tongue wanting to please her lover. She cries out, and tries hard to hold back the orgasm that’s coming, wanting more of BW’s sweet attentions.

Batwoman knew she was close, and she wanted to bring her lover off like she had never been brought off before. Thinking quickly, Batwoman shifted her position yet again, before she stood on her knees towering above Catwoman.

Grabbing the strap on, she took the actual dildo off the leather harness and licked it slowly, knowing Catwoman was watching her every move, only then to look down and slide the dildo into her own cunt…before she leaned down, and gliced the other end of the shaft into Holly’s cunt, so that each person’s movements would fuck their partner like mad…

“Ohhh, YESSSSS!” She threw her legs around Batwoman then started fucking her wildly crying out in pleasure, making her tits dance with every thrust. Her legs squeezed tight around Batwoman not letting her escape this time. She looked deep into Batwoman’s eyes then moaned “Cumm.. Cum with me..” she bit her lower lip, fucking Batwoman with every muscle in her body making the headboard creak as she pulled on the cuffs adding more power, speed and leverage to the thrusts.

Smiling for but a moment, Batwoman threw her head back when Holly attacked. She was close to her own orgasm and Batwoman could tell it was going to be a very powerful one, one that might let Catwoman take control at last, but she didn’t care any more. Pausing long enough to reach for her mask, Batwoman pulled it from her face to reveal her secret identity, knowing that Catwoman now had the key to her demise if she ever wanted to use it…

“Your face is beautiful.” Holly murmurs at Batwoman unable to place the face to anyone she knew. All she wanted to do is kiss those lips, and she leaned to do so, but her orgasm came, and came hard making her sing a song made of sounds of pleasure into Batwoman’s ear. She bucked, and spasmed wildly under her lover as she spurted cum and melted ice around the dildo with a lovely orgasm face crossing her visage.

Her own orgasm announced its arrival seconds after her lover’s did, equally weakening them both in the process. Letting her body cool for a bit, Batwoman soon slid off Catwoman’s sweaty body and left the room to take a shower…, knowing the hot water would revive her energies like nothing else would.

Minutes passed, until Batwoman finally returned and freed Catwoman of the cuffs, before she guided her into the awaiting hot shower to cleanse themselves of the cum. Letting Holly go in first, Batwoman followed and then closed the door, before she leaned down to deliver a series of soft, loving nip kisses on Holly’s left shoulder and neck from behind…

“ohh, I’m in heaven, lover.” She rubbed herself with the warm water, letting it soak into her body, and wash away the thick smell of sex. Holly pulled off her mask, then turned to Batwoman, kissing her pretty mouth while putting her mask away. “I love you, and I had no idea love could feel so good.” she purrs at Batwoman, caressing her body softly. “even without your mask, I don’t know who you are, but I’m sure we can find out about each other.” She presses her body to Batwoman’s warmly feeling the massage head beating on her back.

“If we wish to yes, but I don’t want to know more about that I have already. I love a bit of mystery and you, Catwoman, you are my most cherished mystery.”

Holding Holly at arms length, Batwoman let the hot water cascade down between their equally hot bodies for a few moments, before she leaned ion to give Holly a very delicate, lovign kiss.

“Mmhhnnn…” she returned the kiss with adoration, slipping her arms around Batwoman’s neck softly, seeming so very happy. She moaned at the delicious feeling on her mouth that is Batwoman’s mouth, and she licked at Batwoman’s tongue. The world around her seemed so inconsequential with Batwoman in her arms, and their lips pressed together.

Their bodies glowed from the wetness of the hot water cascading down upon them from the two opposing shower heads, basking them in warmth, but it didn’t compare to their inner warmth, their love for each other…., their heat. Pushed back against a wall by her lover, Batwoman found herself being turned around and then pressed face first against the glass shower wall, smashing her breasts against it, even as Holly moved in to pin her there.

For long moments, Batwoman wondered what was about to happen, a concern made worse when the girl kicked her legs open to spread them and then told Batwoman to stay where she was. Wondering whether she should look around her, Batwoman heard Holly leave and then come back, before she stepped back into the shower and pressed something between Batwoman’s ass cheeks, from the feel of it another dildo…

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, baby….yessssssssssssssss.”

What Holly wouldn’t do to see the image of Batwoman’s luscious body pressed against that glass. Especially as she slowly slid the dildo between her ass cheeks then fucked between them slowly and playfully letting the soapy water lube the toy. “Oh, you’re so hooot, lover..” She groaned lustily into Batwoman’s ear grasping her hips then she slowly inserted the tip of the dildo into Batwoman’s cute lil’ anus looking forward to fucking, and maybe ruining her in that hole, too. She gyrates her hips and slowly pushes the dildo until her hips touch her sexy ass torturing her with care.

“Ohhhhhh, uuhhhhhhhh, never – – been done, anally before…., uuuhhhhhhhhhhh.”

Her first ever anal fucking and Batwoman had no idea it would be so damn hot. Squirming ever so slowly under the forced rape, Batwoman’s body came alive with erotic sensations that nearly blew her mind away. She could feel the dildo sliding in and out of her ass cheeks, made slippery by the soap that now lubed her naked body, and with out thinking her hands went up to her own breasts to cup them, before her thumbs began to flip her nipples roughly.

Holly licked her lips then ran her hand over the transparent plastic wall that made up the shower door clearing away the fog from it revealing an adjacent mirror that reflected the loving lesbians perfectly, especially the dildo pumping in and out of Batwoman’s virgin ass behind Batwoman’s sopping wet cunt. Holly, driven wild by the sight pressed Batwoman against the clear wall holding her wrists against the clear plastic.

It was such an erotic sight to see Batwoman’s legs spread for stability forced to the balls of her feet with her ass sticking out just a little with her upper body flattened against the wall. Holly could see both sides and damn that made her horny!

She watched as Batwoman’s breasts flatten against the near invisible partition, then rolled, smeared, and ground against the wall as Holly butt fucked her. “Uhnnn! Oh god that’s sexy!!” She shouts in delight, then leans forward near Batwoman’s face which was pressed to the glass on one side, the other almost forced to look behind her. “You love it up the ass don’t you? You love it when I fuck you no matter the hole, hm?” she said in a sexy exhale.

Batwoman had to admit it was a hot idea, but she was not about to say it, at least not yet. Her wet body sliding against the glass, she gasped when Holly wiped away the steam to reveal the full-length mirror just outside, and for the first time, she could see what was happening to her, a scene that made her so horny that she exploded in full blown excitement, sending her hot cum down the length of the shaft toward her lover’s equally hot abs.

“Oooohhhhh…, FUCK…..yeeeeeesssssssssssssssssssss.”

Holly groaned in intense lust “Oh, look at you cumming!” Holly grabbed the back of Batwoman’s head via a handful of hair and made her watch herself orgasm. “Lets see that again…” Holly’s other hand slid to Batwoman’s slit then used the pinky and thumb to spread her lips before inserting her other three fingers into Batwoman’s cunt. Holly smirked then leaned back to the far wall from the mirror taking Batwoman with her reversing the angle putting her pussy in clear view along with the thick clear jelly cock crammed up her cute ass over and over again covered in cum, and soap suds. The shower’s massage head blasted Batwoman’s tits as Holly took her cunt and ass roughly making her tits jiggle. Holly made Batwoman watch it all in the mirror.

“Oh God…, OH God…, OH God…, this is so fucking hot…, can’t begin to take it all.”

Every woman had her limits when it came to sexual encounters, and Batwoman knew hers was two. Attacked from three different directions at once, the heroine couldn’t possibly resist them all, and to have to see her body erupt, not to mention her cum sliding down her lover’s legs, only served to make Batwoman even hotter.

“Gggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

Holly practically scooped cum from Batwoman’s pussy then moved her cum drenched fingers to Batwoman’s mouth rubbing her lips with them leaving treads of the sticky liquid, and letting her taste it as she switched hands, and continued finger fucking her, and pounding her sweet, tight ass.

“Mmmhmm, it feels good doesn’t it? It tastes good, doesn’t it?” she murmured into Batwoman’s ear.

Screaming out in both pleasure and pain, Batwoman achieved another powerful orgasm coating her inner thighs with her sticky love juices. In minutes, her mind was mush, as her head rolled from side to side like a puppet on a string, even as her arms hung limply at her sides.

Her groans mingled with softer moans telling Holly that she had at last broken the superheroine’s spirit and that Batwoman was now ripe for the taking….to love, to spoil, but most of all, to dominate.

A small laugh of victory escaped Holly’s lips. “You are mine now… Mind, body, and heart, aren’t you?” she pulled out her fingers letting Batwoman’s cum spray onto the glass wall, and let Batwoman see her own pussy as it orgasms.

Her hands grasped Batwoman’s glorious tits then squeezed them playfully looking at her defeated lover in the mirror exposed and degraded with the dildo in her ass hole, her thigh spread.
Oh what a glorious treasure Batwoman is! she thought to herself.

“Uummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…., yesssssss, can’t – fight – you…., oohhhhhhhhhh…, resist.”

Her breasts grabbed from behind, Batwoman quickly fell back against her lovers body. Her eyes were transfixed on the her own orgasmic show that she could see in the rapidly fogging mirror, but her mind did belong to Holly.

Slapped up against the side of the shower glass a second time, Kate found herself flipped arounds and then pushed, guided to her knees, before Holly stepped forward and brought her own excited pussy to Batwoman’s face, saying but one thing, giving but one order, and to do it now.

“Eat me, Batwoman…, do it now.”

Holly looked down fondly at Batwoman and bit her lower lip with anticipation of her lover’s oral attentions. Her pussy ached for it. Ached for release. Holly’s hands caressed Batwoman’s hair gently and urged her on a bit, needing it so very much! In the back of her mind she realized she couldn’t just abuse this. She may have had Batwoman as a virtual sex slave, but… love factored in. But that doesn’t mean there won’t be kink in this loving relationship.

Complying as she was ordered, Batwoman leaned forward and drove a long, slow lick straight up Holly’s pussy, before sinking her tongue into her over’s slit, burying her nose in seconds. Working slowly at first, she soon picked up the pace – moving her tongue all around her lover’s sopping wet cunt, while sucking and licking all of the love juices she could find baking inside Holly, knowing that what she was doing was going to turn her on.

Holly groaned loudly as she leaned against the wall. Oh how she enjoyed Batwoman as she sucked and licked the strength out of her knees and the cum from her sweet honey pot.

Holly reached up then grasped a pole over head to hold herself up as she draped her legs over Batwoman’s shoulders gently. Her cunt bucked softly against Batwoman’s mouth and urged her on. She further urged Batwoman on with loud joyous moans as she watched her clean shaven cunt devoured by her lover. What a beautiful view she had as she looked between her bounching breasts to Batwoman.

Batwoman continued to eat Holly out, letting her tongue slide this way and that, while making sure to flick it across her lover’s sensitive clit when she could. Grabbing a bar of soap off the floor, she brought it up to Holly’s ass and started to slide the hard, yet oh so soft bar up and down between her ass cheeks, even as her teeth clamped down for a moment on the excited nub.

“Eerrgh!” she gasped as her pretty ass was spread by that slippery bar of soap in Batwoman’s expert hand. She hung on for dear life to that bar as her concentration was being tested severely as it was by her sexy night goddess. Her head started to roll on her shoulders and her toes curled. “Oh-AAHHNN, darling, that feels greaaat.” she moaned out.

Batwoman moaned into Holly’s cunt, letting the vibrations send chills up her lover’s spine. Leaving the bar at the top of Holly’s ass so that it would slowly slide down between her cheeks, Batwoman sank her finger nails into Holly’s ass and squeezed, exactly at the same time as her teeth bit down on the nub, letting her own excited tongue flick the hell out of Holly’s clit.

“UuuhAAAAAH!!!” she bucked as the pain shot through her body suddenly after the sweet purr. Her body twisted and her tits bounced violently as she reached orgasm. Her thighs grabbed Batwoman’s head in a firm hug, and her heels pressed to her back which further forced her fiery red headed lover to her cunt. Her mouth watered as her body endured the mind shattering mix of pain and pleasure, and her cum gushed in such a slutty way.

Batwoman felt her lover’s pussy tighten and knew she was about to explode.., telling Batwoman it was time to increase the attentions she was giving. Dropping her left hand to the floor, she blindly felt around for the one thing that was needed, thankfully finding it in moments, and pulling it to her knee.

Grabbing the discarded tool, Kate pulled her face off her lover’s cum soaked cunt just long enough to ram the dildo home a few times, pushing and pulling it in and out of her tight twat, while sucking and licking whatever the long – hard – plastic caught from inside.

Holly gasped and screamed to the rhythm of the toy as it’s plunged into her teenaged pussy over and over again. It was torture to her as she forced herself to hang on as her pussy is lovingly violated by the toy. Sweat mixed with the shower water as it poured off her steamy hot body. Her mouth practically drooled, but her succulent young cunt definitely did as she enjoyed every lust filled moment they shared. She had no idea it could feel this good!

Sucking and licking like her very life depended on it, Batwoman continued to bring Holly ever closer to what she knew would be a super nova, or multiple orgasm. She had seen the young woman climax here and there, but to achieve a multiple, Batwoman knew she’d have to pull out all the stops.

Pulling her face from inside Holly’s steaming hot cunt, Batwoman let the hot waters of the shower cleanse her face before she looked around to find just the sight tool….spotting exactly what she needed in seconds.

Reaching out of the shower area, Batwoman pulled a shop vacuum cleaner over to where she was kneeling and then plugged it in…before she reached up with the narrow nozzle so that Holly’s nipples could be forcibly sucked by the machine, even as her tongue went back to work licking Holly’s clit….while the dildo did its magic elsewhere…

“Wh-What are you? OH GOD!” Holly screamed as the shop vac brutalized her nipple. “God, oh god!” she screamed, then exploded in the desired multiple orgasms that nearly made her pass out as lust and pleasure overwhelmed her. She lost her grip on the bar and was only held up by the friction of her back on the wall, and her thighs on Batwoman’s shoulders. Her body lost it’s strength under the intense attentions. “Uuuuhnnnaahhhhha uuuhh… aaaahhhh ahhhhh…” she was left to moan, and writhe on the floor defeated this time.

Batwoman smiled while she guided Holly’s body to the tile floor. Laying her softly upon it, Batwoman let the vacuum pull each nipple in turn, sucking the tiny buds up into the tube, before Batwoman pulled the end off, letting Holly’s nipples pop back to her orbs.

Thinking deviously, Kate then slid the nozzle along Holly’s pussy, before she switched the vacuum back on, noticing that even on the lowest setting it sucked her pussy lips up against the slender opening with ease….

Holly screamed, and reached orgasm again feeling her insides twisting in utter bliss. Her eyes rolled back and she couldn’t close her mouth due to the pleasure that filled her like air in a balloon. “Grrrhh!! aaahhh!” she did everything she could to not fully break. She didn’t want to beg for mercy from the utter power raping she’d endured.

Kate knew she had Holly just where she wanted her, but Kate wanted more. Twisting the slender angular nozzle into her lover’s slit, Kate searched for the all illusive clit only to find it seconds later.

Pausing so a scant second to move into the next phase, Batwoman flipped the switch again, the effect pulling the ultra sensitive nub into the nozzle just enough so that nearly all of it was being rubbed at the same time….

…meanwhile, Batwoman’s free hand brought the exhaust tube up to Holly’s lips, and then pushed it down into her mouth, letting Holly’s own hot cum flow into her wanting mouth.

“Take this my bitch.”

Holly screamed , and screamed in ecstasy. Her breathing heaved out as she panted desperately trying to keep her breath, and keep conscious. She tried her hardest to endure, but it was all almost too much. She couldn’t think of any way to regain control as she laid there as she groaned and screamed in delight.

All was going to plan and that was what Kate had wanted the whole time. She had no problem letting Holly be the dominant one in any relationship, but Kate brought experience with her, and she was proving that point with Holly.

Letting the two ends continue their suck and blow actions, Kate leaned down and clamped her teeth down upon Holly’s right nipple, and then started to grind it between her teeth, knowing she would draw blood if done too soon….

“Submit, Holly…..submit just this once…..”

“Yes, lover. I’m at your mercy.” she whimpered out unable to do anything more as pleasure exploded in her body like firecrackers. Her body was exhausted from everything, and she truly was at her lover’s mercy. Her arms spread, her fingers curled, she laid out before Batwoman so she could do anything she wanted.

“That is basically what I wanted to hear you say, my little Minx. Humm, Minx, I think that is what I’ll call you from now on, seeing as how you yourself stated you were not Catwoman. Now lets get you cleaned up.”

Standing, Batwoman pulled Holly to her feet and leaned her back against the wall, before she directed the shower head toward her body. Cleansing Holly of spent cum and sweat, Batwoman turned off the water and grabbed a towel, toweling Holly off first, before she did the same for herself.

Cradling the tired woman in her arms, Batwoman carried Holly to the bedroom and tucked her in, only then reaching for the utility belt that was laying on the table. Within a compartment was a thinner, yet wearable Batwoman costume, created for just such emergencies, and in minutes, Kate was dressed and ready to go out on her patrol.

“I need to continue tonight’s patrol. I wish for you to sleep, to be here when I return, but if you can’t be, I will understand.”

Turning swiftly,Batwoman headed for an open window and climbed through it, pausing only a moment to look back at the woman who had conquered her so easily. Blowing Holly a kiss, Batwoman slipped out into the night and disappeared, leaving the curtains to flutter in the breeze of her passing.

“I’ll get some rest, then. I love you. I’ll miss you.” Holly spoke to Batwoman in an orgasmic haze. Her eyes slowly closed over and over again until she fell asleep with hopes of playing kinky with her lover again.

The night had been a heated one, what with being taken down so easily by a different Catwoman, but the experience had been hot, and Batwoman needed to vent some of that heat. Hearing the police scanners report of a break in at a latex factory, Batwoman had responded and just arrived to take out the group of burglars, all of them women, and from the looks of things some of Catwoman’s kittens.

The police had arrived, reports had been filled out, the kittens carted off to jail, leaving Kate in the factory alone to follow up on her own investigation, as well as shop around. Finding a hot looking gun metal gray catsuit, she had stripped out of her costume and donned the suit, enjoying the way it clung to her everywhere, exciting her nipples every bit as much as it did her core, and all points in between.

Finding a full length mirror, Batwoman stood in front of it and admired her body, while letting the room’s spot lights reflect of her every curve, exciting her to no end as they played off her luscious body.

The police report over the scanner attracted more than just Batwoman to the scene. Holly, who’d just finished her own lil’caper appeared behind Batwoman in the mirror. “Nice choice, sexy.” she said with a lusty purr and her hands behind her back. She approached slowly and licked her lips as she looked Batwoman over.

“Catwoman……, you were supposed to be resting. I…”

Surprised by Holly’s sudden appearance, Batwoman felt her nipples reacting, forcing her to look down at her breasts for a brief moment. Keeping her back to the sexy woman while she fought with her body’s arousal, Kate replied to the comment with one of her own without thinking of the consequences.

“It’s very tight in all the right places, has a relief zipper that runs between my legs, so that is all fine. The small padlock at the nape of my neck can’t stay there. Imaging if I got locked into this thing, I’d be helpless in no time.”

“Oh really? Helpless?” Holly raised her hands and wriggled her fingers at her with a silly gleam in her eye. “Sounds like that padlock is naughty.” she licked her lips, then lunged at Batwoman seeking to slip her arms around her neck, and get her digits on the padlock.

Though she was ready for such a move, Kate didn’t really know if she wanted to keep Holly from finding the padlock and locking it. Struggling anyway, Kate did alright until Holly pushed her upper body onto a desk and pinned her down, so she could get to the tiny, but strong padlock in her own time.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…, my breasts.”

Click goes the padlock as it snapped closed.

“Oh, your breasts indeed.” Holly pulled a syringe from behind her back, then jabbed it into one of Kate’s nipples injecting half the milky contents, then injected the other half into Kate’s other nipple while she licked her lips. She didn’t have that crazed look she had when she raped Kate the first time, though.

Kate could feel the latex tighten on her breasts as they rapidly grew right before their eyes, another cup size at least nearly pushing her nipples out of the needle holes.

“What the……….uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.”

Grabbing her breasts when she felt them growing, Batwoman rolled around on the desktop while she tried to relieve the strain of the already tight latex, but all that she did was pointless and in moments she just gave up, her body straddling the desk in a forty five degree angle.

“Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…, ooohhhhhhh.”

“Good, darling, you trust me.” Holly purred, then opened up the needle holes just enough for Batwoman’s nipples to pop out, though pinched by the constrictive holes.

“I bet you’re wondering what happened? Nothing dangerous, my lover.” she licked one of the hard nipples, then pinched it with her fingers. “Just activated your ability to produce milk, though it’s based on how excited you are.” She manipulated the nipple and made milk squirt out. “See?”

She grinned at Kate. “And kitten needs her milk.” she moaned then started sucking it from her breast with the other hand carelessly milked the other nipple with her other hand. Her other hand started to stroke Kate’s pussy, and tugged the latex and made the camel toe even tighter.

“Ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…..that feels……so good…, mmmmmm.”

Feeling Holly’s mouth on her nipple, the milk being sucked out, Batwoman squirmed ever so slightly, to keep her body closer to the edge. She had never experienced such delights as what Holly was doing to her now and her body screamed out for more attention, more caresses, more of everything.

“My, you’re awful compliant, lover…” She palmed Kate’s cunt, then rubbed her clit through the latex vigorously as she started to cover Kate’s latex covered tits with her own milk via the careless milking, then she licked it all up only to repeat the process. “Mmmhm the things I’m going to do you…” she purred.

“Uhhhhhhh, not compliant…., expedient. I’m here on a case and this needs to be wrapped up before we get caught like this, Minx.”

Her body aroused, Batwoman squirmed ever so deliciously upon the desk, giving her Minx, her Holly a show she wouldn’t forget. Kate was worried there might be someone still lurking about, just waiting for the opportunity to take her down, and though Kate knew she could handle that, placing Holly in that kind of danger was not on her list of accomplishments.

“Aw, lover, just a quickie?” she slid up Batwoman’s body as she undid the relief zipper. Her thighs moved Batwoman’s legs to the air making her crotch more exposed. She pressed her own bare clit to Batwoman’s then started to rub their cunts together. “Ahhnn..” The moaned at the pleasure. “Then lets get cumming.” she said raunchily as she rubbed their cunts together while she groped and milked Batwoman’s tits.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…………yessssssss, take me, make – me – uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.”

Her body getting hotter by the minute, Batwoman wrapped her legs around those of Holly’s, trapping their bodies together in lustful pursuits.

“Oh, god, yes!” she panted in heated passions, then pressed her mouth to Batwoman’s kissing her deeply, and licking in her mouth as their hips rolled together.

Holly blushed in euphoric bliss as she rode her lover like she stole her. Their milk covered tits ground together like soft pearls, and their nipples dueled eachother like the tongues in their mouth as they rolled, and flicked eachother.

Lost in the blissful sex, Batwoman dropped her guard just this once as she took Holly for all she was worth, licking and kissing her delicious lips while her own body ground against her lovers.

“This night will be one you will remember, Minx as I am going to make you so weak you won’t be able to stand.”

“Mmmmmm! Give it to me baby!” she licks Batwoman’s jawline picking up the pace of the grind as passions run hotter. She pins Batwoman down with her hand son her shoulders. Her eyes meet Batwoman’s with nothing but deep love, and animal lust. Her tongue travels across her lips sensually. She watches every facial expression on Batwoman’s face relishing every look of pleasure.

They had watched the Catwoman impostor and Batwoman for quite sometime, both enjoying the show greatly. They looked at each other, the scene excited them, they had a job to do though and things would get oh so interesting very soon.

Both looking at each other, they kissed, the women parting lips looking at each other lovingly.

Speaking in unison. ‘Luck’.

They descended into the latex factory and attacked. Donner firing a smallish Dart into Batwoman’s neck.

“Ahhh.AAAAH Aaaauuh…” she fall on Batwoman, but didn’t orgasm, with a dart sticking out of her neck. She’s out cold.

The latex of her costume afforded Batwoman a brief respite, but only just as her mind slowly went numb. Falling back to the desk top after she had pushed ehr upper body up, Batwoman faded off to a deep sleep, her body going limp in seconds….

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh………..”

‘I tagged Batwoman, she’s mine.’

Kissing Blitzen softly on the lips, Donner approached the desk seeing Batwoman and Holly covered in cum and breast milk.

Looking at Blitzen, she smiled, ‘Let’s stay within each others sight, so if one needs the other, we are there.’

Donner pulled out a can of latex repair and sprayed Batwoman’s nipples, she the looked at her exposed cunt, two fingers slipping inside quickly then out again, zipping her back up.

~~Hours Later~~

The two women had chained Batwoman up to a table at a 45 degree angle, bound spread eagle, as Holly was bound to a conveyor belt.

Donner and Blitzen waited for their captives to wake.

The room began to glow as some unseen force enveloped the heroes, blinding those that were awake, while being merciful to those that were not. In seconds, the blinding light faded, leaving behind Batwoman and Catwoman, both having slept through the portal…, yet with the light went Donner and Blitzen….sending them back to their own time and space….

Groaning deeply, Batwoman pushed her upper body off the cold floor and shook her head slowly. Bringing up her head, she looked around and noticed the two that had attacked her were no longer there, though for the life of her Kate thought she could smell sulfur. Hearing a soft moan to her right, Batwoman looked over to see Holly laying on her back, barely awake and seemingly even weaker than she herself was.

Half crawling to where Holly was, Batwoman soon was leaning across her prone body, while she delicately removed the dart that was still sticking out of her lover’s left breast. With each gentle tug, Kate could hear soft moans of pain, but once the dart had been removed, Batwoman leaned doen and caressed the wound with her tongue…..

Holly blushed and moaned feeling her tit licked. She didn’t know who it was, but her body was instantly on fire, and horny. She squirmed, and rubbed her thighs together, then opens her eyes and saw her lover with her face by her breast. “Baby?” she grabs Batwoman by the hair, then roughly kisses her, sliding her tongue into her lover’s mouth. A lusty, passionate kiss. Almost as if she were going to simply rape the hell out of Batwoman on the spot, but she breaks the kiss, cupping her lover’s face softly. “Where are we?” she looks around. “I saw darts, and… well…” she sat up.

“Darts……you mean like this one here? I just pulled it out of your breast and was licking it so soften the pain. Are you alright?”

Studying her face, Batwoman waited for Holly’s answer, before she would check for herself. Pulling back to sit back on her legs, Batwoman’s lips parted ever so slowly, so sensually, before she looked down at the thigh her right hand was caressing…

“I will be in a bit.” She lunged at Batwoman, and grabbed her breasts, then pinned her to the ground. She squeezed them in her hands, and started to lick the valley between the breasts. “Mmhmm.. Are you feeling better?” She bit the latex on one of her breasts, then snapped it playfully while fondling those glorious orbs.

“OOooffff…….mmmmmmmmmmm, Ughhhh, I am .. now…, but shouldn’t we….mmmmmmm, shouldn’t we go, before someone else arrives?”

Moaning and squirming, Batwoman tried to get the point across that if they could be discovered once, then it was quite possible they could again, and the next time the out come might be far different…

“I suppose we could get home, and continue.” Holly speaks in heated breaths against Batwoman’s breasts, then pushed one into her mouth like it were a ripe fruit. “Those darts may knock a person out, but they don’t make me any less horny.” she pants, then slowly gets up, then helps Batwoman up.

(End of Part One)

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Rachel fucks a girl and her boyfriend

Rachel Fucking the Couple

One day, I went to a party at a friends house where a young red head dancing caught my eye; seeing her dance turned me on. I walked up to her and started dancing too, soon we were dancing together. After dancing for a while we sat down and started talking. I introduced myself as Rachel, she told me her name was Jennifer. After a while of talking Jennifer and I noticed that the party was dying down, and people were leaving. Jennifer asked if she can get a ride home since her boyfriend had her car and he was at work. I told her that I’d love to give her a ride home. We left the party and I drove Jennifer home. As we pulled up in front of her house, Jennifer asked if I wanted to come in for some coffee, I accepted.

I sat on the couch as Jennifer went to the kitchen to start some coffee. After starting the coffee, Jennifer joined me sitting on the couch. After a while of talking, I put my hand on Jennifer’s thigh, and asked if she’s ever been with a girl. Jennifer said no and that she has a boyfriend. I didn’t care I gave Jennifer a short passionate kiss. After I broke the kiss, Jennifer said that that kiss was softer than any kiss she has gotten from her boyfriend. I then gave her another kiss, this time she kissed back. As we made out I took off Jennifer’s shirt and put my hands on her wonderful breasts; I could feel her erect nipples through her bra. Jennifer then takes off her bra and drops it on the floor. I start to play with her amazing breasts putting them in my mouth sucking on her nipples making her moan. Jennifer leads me to her bedroom where I push her onto the bed and removes her shoes as Jennifer unsnaps and unzips her pants. I pull off her pants exposing her wet panties. Her panties were so wet it looked like a dam had burst. I put my mouth on her soaked panties and started to lick her pussy. The taste of her pussy juices was amazing! I couldn’t wait any longer, I pull off Jennifer’s panties and start licking her shaved wet pussy making her moan loudly. My pussy was getting extremely wet eat her out. In a minute I made her cum in her first powerful, squirting, lesbian orgasm making her scream loudly in passion.

I stood up and undressed and joined Jennifer in bed. Jennifer gave me a powerful passionate kiss giving her a taste of her pussy juices. After breaking the kiss I asked her how was liking her first lesbian sex she rolled on top of me and said that it’s amazing and she kissed me again. I started to guide her kissed down my body to my breasts where Jennifer started to suck on my nipples making me moan and grown. I told her to keep going and continued to guide her down my body to my soaked shaved pussy. At first all she did was look at it, then she gave my pussy a fast, gentle, short, kiss. I told her to stick out her tongue and to lick my clit. She did one quick lick and asked, “Like that?” I replied, “Yes! Keep going until I cum!” Jennifer was a natural pussy eater. After a while I told her to suck on my clit, and to play with it in her mouth. As she did, I could feel an orgasm building. She pulled away for a second saying “Your pussy tastes really good! I love it!” As I pulled her head back into my pussy I said “Good! Now keeps eating me out until I cum in your mouth!” After I said that I could feel her eat my pussy faster. I could tell that she wanted me to cum but I kept holding back my orgasm because something inside of me made me want to give her the biggest orgasm I have ever had in my life. I pulled her head away from my pussy and told her to lick her finger and put it inside of my pussy while she eats it. As she put her wet finger in my pussy, my whole body started to shake in passion. I had no idea how much longer I could hold back this powerful orgasm. I told Jennifer to take out her finger and to put her tongue into my pussy. She stiffened her tongue and started tonguing my pussy. I couldn’t hold it anymore I came in an extremely powerful squirting orgasm that sent me thrusting around in passion covering her entire mouth with my pussy juices and cum. After making me cum Jennifer started to wipe my cum and juices off of her face and licking it off of her fingers. I pulled her up to me and started to make out as we cuddled together I whispered, “We fogot about the coffee.” She replied “Screw it” After a while we drifted asleep.

After an hour asleep we suddenly wake up to the sounds of the door opening, somebody coming inside the house, and the door closing again. Jennifer looked at me and said quietly “Oh No! James’s home!” and started to panic on how’s he’s going to react. I told her to get a hold of herself and gave her a kiss. I told her “There is nothing a guy like more than a bisexual girlfriend.” And gave her another kiss. She said, “Your right, all guys want is pussy, more pussy, and even more pussy.” I joked “Just like me, all I want is more cock and pussy!” I smiled and gave Jennifer a passionate kiss. We can hear James in the living room watching TV as we started making out. Jennifer asked, “What if he walks in?” I replied with a devilish smile, “He can join us.” Jennifer’s face lit up with a smile and said “Fair enough.” I rolled on top of her and started licking her nipples making them fully erect again. Now Jennifer knew what she wanted, she started to guide me down to her pussy. I said impressed “Wow! You really know what you want me to do to you.” She ordered, “Shut up and eat my pussy!” and she pushed my head into her pussy. Just then, we hear James walking down the hall way towards the bedroom. But I stay on task eating Jennifer’s pussy making her moan loudly just as James arrives at the bedroom door. Jennifer says, “Hi baby.” And blows him a kiss. Jennifer continued, “This is Rachel, I love her eating my pussy, she’s a little busy right now, and you’ll have to wait your turn!” shortly later I made Jennifer scream out “OH MY GOD RACHEL YOU ARE GOING TO MAKE ME CUM AGAIN!” As she let out a powerful orgasm. I drank up all of her juices and cum and said, “Yummy! I love the taste of your cum and pussy juices baby!” I wiped some of her cum and juices onto a finger and held it out in front of her lips for her to lick off. I rolled off of her and sat up against the back to the bed with my legs spread and said, “Your turn.” As Jennifer maneuvered down to and started to eat my pussy I said “You must be James. Come over here and take out that cock that’s bulging out of your pants.” He just stood there looking at Jennifer eating my pussy. I said firmly, “Don’t look at her, she’s busy! Come here so I can suck your cock!” Finally he came over, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, letting them drop to the floor and removing his underwear exposing his large hard cock. I grabbed a hold of his cock, and started stroking his cock. I told him with a huge smile on my face, “I’m impressed. Your cock is fucking HUGE! I don’t know if it’ll fit in my mouth let alone my tight pussy!” I put James’s cock in my mouth and started sucking. After a while of Jennifer eating my pussy, she made me cum and maneuvered up to me and I pulled James’s cock from my mouth and kissed Jennifer. Jennifer then gave James a kiss. After they broke the kiss James said “Wow! Rachel’s juices taste good!” Jennifer and I both take turns sucking James cock.

After a while, James maneuvered down to my pussy and put his huge cock carefully into my pussy. After a minute of James letting me get used to his huge cock in my tight little pussy he slowly started to fuck me. After a while I told James to go a little faster as he did Jennifer laid on be bed next to me sucking on my nipples and kissing me. Soon Jennifer told James to fuck me harder. As he did I could feel an orgasm building and building, I decided to try to hold back like I did before when Jennifer was eating me earlier tonight. Every time I moaned James would fuck me faster and faster. Soon he was fucking me as fast as he could and I was loving every second of it. After a few minutes of holding back an extremely powerful orgasm I let it go. My cum and pussy juices squirting out of my stuffed pussy. It was like a sink that had been turned on. James kept fucking me and soon I was building up another orgasm. A minute after I came I came again just before James pulled out and told me to suck his cock again. As I did, he came in my mouth but I didn’t swallow it just yet, I turned and kissed Jennifer sharing James’s cum with her. As we both swallowed Jennifer said, “Is it my turn now?” All I knew is that I was too exhausted to do anything for a while.

After taking a break for a few minutes, Jennifer told James to get ready and started to suck his cock. After a minute sucking Jennifer told James to lie back and she started riding his cock. I sat on the bed kissing Jennifer as she fucked James after a few minutes Jennifer and James both came in a powerful simultaneous orgasms. James then asked me “You ready for another round Rachel?” I thought about it for a second, and replied, “Only if you fuck me in the ass.” James’s eyes got big and he replied, “OK!” I got on all fours, and James licked his index finger and stuck it into my asshole before putting in his cock. James started to fuck my ass slowly so that I can get used to the feeling of his cock in my ass. After a while he starts to fuck me a little faster making me moan, which made him go a little faster, then a little faster. I started to play with my pussy and is biting a pillow to keep from screaming. After a few moments I had the most powerful orgasm I have ever had, my cum and juices flowing out of my pussy like a sink that lasted for what felt like a good 5 long seconds making a puddle on the bed. James came seconds later cumming in my ass, he pulled his cock out of my ass. I turned over and lifted my hips off the bed, offering up my pretty pussy within seconds he was tonguing my pussy, and drinking up my cum and juices.

As James drifted off to sleep I whispered to Jennifer “This was the best sex I have ever had in my entire life.” She smiled, and replied “Same here” Again we cuddled together until we drifted asleep…

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Part five – Hide-n-peep (1), Play date with Amber (2), Play date with Amber part II (3), Amber and Kelly (4)

Amber and Kelly in the shower

The three of us lay there, naked, on the couch for a while, watching the remainder of the porno. I was laying on my back with my head on the arm rest. Amber was on my left with her head on my chest and Kelly was on my right with her head on my stomach. We were, again, telling each other which porn star we would fuck and it what positions. The last scene was a shower scene. There were two girls and a guy. Amber picked her head up off of my chest, looked at me and grinned. I knew that look by now. She slowly stood up saying, “I need to shower. Who’s with me? Wait. That’s a stupid question. I’m not trying to be cocky, but I already know the answer to that. Both of you like to shower with me.” Amber helped Kelly up, but as she was going from lying down to on her knees, she turned, bent down and gave my dick a kiss. She started to stand up, but apparently she changed her mind because she got on her hands and knees between my legs, smiled at Amber, and lowered her head. Without using her hands, she took my soft dick into her mouth, sucked on it and twisted her tongue around it. “Really Kelly? I knew you were a horny girl, but I didn’t know it was this bad,” Amber inquired.
“You know what they say,” putting my hardening cock into her mouth and then lifting her head off again, “You can’t have too much of a good thing. And this is great!”
“Yeah, I know. Believe me. Help that great thing up and let’s take him up to the shower with us. Then you can have almost all of the great thing you want.” Amber was ready, she was rubbing her clit just standing there watching Kelly suck me off. “Let’s go!”
Amber straddled my head and squatted down so her pussy was about two inches above my mouth. I picked my head up to give her a lick, but she stood up too quickly. “Tease!” I said to her.
“More in the shower,” she said. “Plus that thing I told you about last night. Kelly and I didn’t know what she was talking about.
Kelly pulled her mouth off of my cock and we both stood up. Kelly’s house was a little bigger then Amber’s. I followed the girls up the stairs. They were holding hands and whispering again. As they got to the landing at the top of the stairs, Kelly stopped and asked Amber what was on her foot. Amber bent over to look at her foot and Kelly motioned me to come up behind her. I quickly snuck up behind Amber, grabbed her hips and snuck my cock into her pussy and pumped a couple of quick thrusts into her. Amber tried to stand up in shock, but Kelly’s hand was on her back and she couldn’t. I pushed my rod into her as far as it would go and moved it around in a circular motion. Amber moaned, looked up at Kelly, and said, “Good one.”
“Well,” Kelly said. “You watched us fuck, I wanted to see you two do it. I wanna see more, but I have a surprise for you two. Go sit in my parents room. I’ll be right there.”
I pushed in once more then pulled out of Amber as Kelly ran to her room. Amber and I walked to the chairs in the sitting area of the master suite in Kelly’s house. I sat in one chair, expecting Amber to sit in the other chair. “Brett, I was gonna sit in that chair.”
“I’m sorry, sit there,” I pointed to the other chair two feet away from me.
“No. I’m still gonna sit in this chair.” She walked up to me, turned around, straddled me, and sat on the lower part of my stomach. She was holding my erection, tightly pressed against her pussy, in her hand between her legs. I could, again, feel the warmth of her slit on my shaft.
I thought to myself, ‘Where was Kelly? Oh, never mind. Amber is here.’ Amber began to rock back and forth on my lap, grinding my dick on her warm, wet pussy. I felt her juices begin to cover my cock. ‘Man, she is wet’ I thought. She slid forward, farther this time, rocked her hips back and let my hard-on slide freely into her begging slit. “I know I should be tired, but I’m not. This is too good to be true.” Amber began grinding on me with my cock fully inside of her. I reached around and started grabbing her tits. She laid back on me and put her head on my shoulder, not letting my cock come out of her slippery pussy. She turned toward me and started to kiss me. Between the moaning and breathing I said, again, “This – is too – good – to be – true.”
“What’s too good to be true?” Kelly asked as she was walking down the hallway. “OH MY GOD! That is SO hot Amber. Honey you are hot enough as it is, but seeing you there, with him cock-deep in you, in that position, turns me on even more.”
We broke our kiss to look at Kelly. She was standing there in a black corset that didn’t cover her tits, it just pushed them up and together. It had red piping and bows on it. She had black thigh-high stockings attached to the garter-belt and black high heels. “Talk about hot girl! I want to fuck you so bad right now.”
I chimed in saying, “This it the time when a guy needs two cocks.”
Still enjoying my cock inside her, Amber said, “See Brett? No underwear. She wears them less than I do. Hot huh?” I answered by pulsating my cock in her, she got the point. She squeezed my cock with her pussy so I returned and pushed into her as deep as I could possibly go, making her moan even louder.
“I thought you guys might like this. I got it mostly for the next time you came over to watch movies with me Amber, but after earlier, I wanted to show it off for you too Brett.” Kelly walked over to us and spun around, modeling it for us. She turned to face away from us, bent over and spread her pussy lips with two fingers. Then she took her other hand, sucked on her middle finger and, coming down from the top, slowly pushed it into her ass hole. I gasped and Amber moaned seeing that. “Weren’t we going to shower?” Kelly asked.
“Yeah, but you said to wait, you’d be right back. Besides, you can’t shower in that,” said Amber
“I know, but I also knew that if I let you and Brett sit for a minute, I was sure to find you two fucking each other again. I didn’t know it would be this hot though.” Kelly started to move her finger in and out of her ass while rubbing her clit. Without removing her finger, Kelly walked over to the chair next to us and sat down, put her feet up and continued to ass fuck herself. Amber told her that I took the chair she was going to sit in so she sat down anyway and “Oops, his cock slipped into my pussy. So we started to fuck again. This position is great. You should try it.”
Obviously enjoying the show, Kelly said, “Yeah, ‘oops’ huh?” Pinching her nipples and still rubbing her clit, Kelly pulled her finger out of her ass and knelt in front of us. She started to grab Amber’s tits and pinch her nipples and lick what she could see of my shaft as it went in and out of Amber’s pussy. “Mmmmm, Amber, you taste so good.” Kelly kept licking my shaft but she added Amber’s clit to the mix. Kelly stood up after a minute, turned around and sat on my thighs. She bent over, exposing her ass hole to Amber, saying, “Put it in me Amber.”
Amber pumped a couple more times then stood up and my hard cock popped out, dripping with her juices. She grabbed my cock and pointed it at Kelly’s ass hole. Kelly slid back until my head was touching her ass. She grabbed my cock out of Amber’s hand, positioned herself on it and slowly sat down. It was so tight, it almost hurt. The head of my dick popped in, Kelly let out a loud moan and Amber, watching, gasped. Kelly then pushed against my rod, forcing it into her ass. Slowly, she got it all the way in and sat up so she could grind my cock in her ass. Amber stayed on my lap, rubbing Kelly’s tits while I took care of Amber’s clit with my finger. My other hand was on her breasts. Kelly continued to moan and grind, “You like that baby?” Amber asked.
“Oh yeah,” Kelly and I responded. Kelly started to bounce up and down on my cock, screaming with pleasure. She slowed down after a couple minutes and resumed grinding. Soon after that she got off my cock, stood up and said, “We really need to shower. Kelly started to take her shoes off and get undressed. Amber agreed, hesitantly. She slid down my stomach and over my hard-on in an honest attempt to get off my lap and go to the shower. Right when she was almost off my lap, I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back, sliding my cock back into her pussy. She tried to stand up, but couldn’t. The pleasure was too much. Kelly, fully undressed, grabbed Amber by the hands and pulled her off my cock. She stood up laughing, letting my hard-on come out of her. Kelly pushed Amber into the bathroom and shower as I followed closely. So close that my cock was rubbing on Kelly’s ass the whole way. I had my hands on Kelly’s waist and gently pulled her back to me as Amber walked into the shower. Just outside the bathroom, I held Kelly’s waist and pushed her over my arm. Amber turned the water on. Kelly was giggling with excitement. I had my cock in my hand and slowly pushed it into Kelly’s wet pussy. “It’s gonna be really hard to walk like this honey,” she said.
“OK, watch.” I grabbed her by the back of the legs and picked her up, walking into the shower with her on my cock. Every step seemed like it send her over the edge because she would moan louder with each one.
“Wow, so that’s what it looks like from this angle. You’re right Kel, that is HOT!”
As I let Kelly down, she turned around to kiss me. Then she asked me, “Can I wash you off Brett?”
“Yeah, that’s what I was hoping for.” She grabbed the soap and started to lather me up as Amber and I kissed under the shower. While Kelly was washing my chest she was also playing with Amber’s tits. Kelly didn’t know it yet, but I already had my cock in Amber’s pussy again, feeling the warmth it gave off, and grabbing her ass. Kelly finished washing my body off and walked over behind Amber. She started playing with Amber’s tits again. I took the soap and told Amber that it was her turn. I turned her around.
“OK, hold on.” She got up on her tip toes and pulled my dick out. Kelly just shook her head. Amber turned around and started to kiss Kelly, both of them rubbing the other’s clit. I got down to wash her ass and Amber pushed Kelly back against the wall. Amber started to lick Kelly’s tits as she bent over.
“Again?” I asked with a smile on my face.
“Absolutely,” she said.
I squatted a little and positioned my cock at her pussy. I started to push it in when she rolled her hips back and moved forward so my dick was resting on her ass hole. “Push, but go slow.”
“Oh my God!” I started to push. It was even tighter then Kelly’s. The head popped in and Amber jumped from surprise, pulling it right back out. I grabbed her around her waist and inserted again.
“Holy shiiiit! That’s tight!” she yelled.
“Feels good though huh?” Kelly asked.
Gasping for air, “Yeah. It feels great!” Amber screamed. Kelly started to rub Amber’s pussy to help her loosen up and relax.
I slid my cock farther into her ass, moaning and grabbing at Kelly’s tits. I started pumping into Amber’s ass. It was so tight. I fucked her ass for a few minutes as Kelly rubbed her clit and fingered her. Amber’s screaming became louder the more we fucked. She slowed down and got off my dick, stepping to the side. I stepped up to Kelly, grabbed one of her legs, put it around my waist and inserted my cock into her pussy as she threw her arms around my neck. She put her other leg up as Amber walked around behind her. Amber started to grab Kelly’s tits while we fucked. I put my hands under her ass to hold her up and as I did, I slipped my middle finger into her ass hole. A shocked look came across Kelly’s face, but it quickly turned to a pleasured look and she started smiling. Amber and I were kissing either side of Kelly’s neck. Kelly would turn her head to Amber and kiss her then turn to me and kiss me. All the while, Kelly was getting fucked, hard, by me.
“Tell me when you’re gonna come baby,” Kelly said.
Amber started rubbing Kelly’s clit. She kept going faster and faster. Giving Kelly that look of pure pleasure.
While I was pumping into Kelly’s snatch, I was thinking about all the fucking I had done over the past two days. And with those thoughts racing through my head, I could feel the tension in my balls building. “I’m gonna cum. Holy shit! I’m gonna cum and its gonna be soon!”
Kelly got off my rod and got down on her knees with Amber. Amber started to suck and stroke my shaft fast and with a very tight grip. “OH MY GOOOODDDD!” I yelled as I shot my hot load on both of them. This one also landing on their chests and just as big as the last one. Amber took my cock back in her mouth and kept sucking and swallowing my cum. “Wow, Kelly. Your pussy tastes good.”
“Damn Brett,” Kelly said, washing the cum off of her and Amber’s chests. “That was great. Thanks for making my weekend sweetie. And you, beautiful,” looking at Amber, “thanks for sharing and letting me be part of your dirty little secret. And for your first anal, you took it like a champ.”
“That was your first time in the ass?” I asked Amber.
“yeah, when you put your thumb there last night I knew I wanted your cock there too, but I didn’t know how what to do. That was the original reason I called Kelly. Then she asked why and I couldn’t not tell her about you.” She kissed me.
“I don’t know why you asked me, I’ve never done it before. I just told you what I have heard and seen on movies. Buy hey, it worked right?”
“It sure did. Do you guys realize its 1:00 and we’ve been fucking each other for four hours now?”
“That’s crazy. Its been a great four hours though,” I said. “And, not to ruin the mood, but I think we should probably get going soon. My parents will be back from their trip and they will want to see me.”
“OK. Can we do this again sometime?” Kelly asked.
“Definitely,” Amber replied. “In fact, Kelly, do you wanna come over tonight? My parents are going to see my grandma in Arizona for a few days. We can go swimming and get in the hot tub.”
“Yeah, that would be relaxing. Thanks. Is 6:00 OK?”
“That’s perfect,” Amber told her.
We got dressed and into Amber’s car. Driving back to her house she said, “You should come over later too. Jason’s sick, but just tell your parents that you are coming over to ‘play’. They won’t mind.”
My erection started again…

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My alarm clock jolted me out of my sexy dream. I hopped out of bed, quickly realizing what time it was, and that I needed to get to school. Hurrying into the bathroom, I twirled my long blond locks of hair, as I brushed my teeth. I couldn’t stop thinking about the hot dream I had had. Even though I was having sex with my sister in it- WHICH IS COMPLETELY wrong- I couldn’t help becoming moist as I thought about it.

PART 1 (I’ll write more based on how you like this one…)
My alarm clock jolted me out of my sexy dream. I hopped out of bed, quickly realizing what time it was, and that I needed to get to school. Hurrying into the bathroom, I twirled my long blond locks of hair, as I brushed my teeth. I couldn’t stop thinking about the hot dream I had had. Even though I was having sex with my sister in it- WHICH IS COMPLETELY wrong- I couldn’t help becoming moist as I thought about it.

“Cara, hurry up.” My twin sister, Jane called up the stairs. As I heard her soft voice call up to me, I couldn’t help associate her voice with the one that was screaming during an orgasm in my dream. Suddenly, it all flooded back to me. A rush of excitement flowed through me. I sat down on the floor, and ripped my tiny shorts and underwear off, happy to see that both were already soaked anyway. Pre-cum rolled off my hard, 9 inch cock. I stroked it eagerly. I groaned loudly. I heard voices calling up the stairs to me, but I couldn’t stop jerking my dick. Luckily, my parents had already left for their 3 day business trip, and Jane and I’s younger brother was at school. “UGHHHHH…” I yelled. Cum exploded from me, just as Jane opened the door. “AHHHHH!” We both screamed simultaneously. I tried to hide my hard cock, but I couldn’t. She rolled her eyes. Under her own skirt, I could see her dick hanging out. My cock pulsed. “Cara! Put that away!” Her own tank top had risen above her DD sized breasts, and her nipples were hard under her top. Cum poured out of my dick once again, seeing her this way. My breath became heavier, and I couldn’t stop cumming. My eyes were closed, so when I opened them, I didn’t realize that Jane was standing above me. I could see her cock hardening under her skirt, and her nipples erect under her top. She smiled at me. Her cock was 2 inches away from my nose. My dick pulsed and pulsed. I closed my eyes, ready for the next orgasm to come, but it didn’t.

Suddenly, my alarm clock rung, and it was only 6:30! Wait… I was still in bed. I guess it was all a dream…

My covers were soaked in… yep. Cum. I smiled. My dick was hard and sensitive. I stood up, and walked to the bathroom. So much for that fantasy- which would never happen…

PT 2 (@ school)
Jane and I had some classes together, but our homerooms were different. We went our separate ways, with different things on our mind. On my mind, was the sexual fantasy I had had about the two of us. Homeroom was quite uneventful. I rushed out of the room, trying to find the nearest bathroom so I could cum my heart out. I couldn’t stop thinking about Jane. FUCK! I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I rushed into the STAFF bathroom, and luckily, every stall was vacant. I rushed into the largest stall, and came into the toilet for about 2 minutes straight, groaning extremely loud. Suddenly, I was cut off my clomping footsteps that rushed into the bathroom. He/She went into the stall right next to mine. I muffled my mouth with my hand, and tried to cum as quietly as I could, but I guess the person in the next stall heard me.

“Need any help with that?” They asked in one of the sexiest voices I had ever heard. Then I noticed that there was a hole in the wall between our stalls. I hesitated… I really need to get to class and I couldn’t do it with this huge load in my balls. I rushed to the hole and stuck my dick through it, imagining it was Jane’s mouth. Ecstasy filled me, and cum exploded from my dick. I could hear the person’s mouth fill up with my fluids. He/She choked, and then spit in the toilet. My dick softened for the first time this morning. “Thanks…” I said awkwardly. I pulled my short top over my tits and walked out of the bathroom. The hallways were empty because class had already started. I decided to leave early. School would be boring, and I wouldn’t learn anything because my mind was on Jane.

PT 3 (@ home)
I was sitting on the couch naked, watching porn and trying not to think about Jane as she walked through the door. “Fuck.” I scrambled to cover my dick, but my huge tits were hanging over the blanket. I paused the porn. “Why are you home so early?” We said at the same time. It was 12:00PM, and school ended at 4PM. “I just didn’t wanna stay…” She said, as her eyes raked over my body. My eyes raked over hers, as she decided not to wear a bra to school that day. Her nipples were practically hanging out of her shirt, because her top was so short. I could see her cock hardening under her tight mini skirt. My cock sprang up under the blanket. She smiled at me. She inched closer and closer to where I was sitting. I could feel pre-cum rolling off my dick and onto the blanket. All of a sudden, she straddled my hard dick, and kissed me. My breath paused in my throat, and her tongue entered my mouth. Suddenly, energy overtook me. I rolled on top of her, and kissed her as hard as I could while playing with her hard nipples. She groaned as I kissed her neck, then moved down to her tits. My lips traveled back up, and I kissed her lips as our big breasts rubbed against each other. We rolled around on the couch. My hand travelled down to her pulsing cock and I stroked it as pre-cum rolled onto my hands- from both my cock and her’s. Suddenly, we both reached our “cumming-points” and exploded onto each other. (TO BE CONTINUED IF YOU GUYS LIKE IT)

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Sue finds out that there is no such thing as a sure bet.

Kurtis has to tame his pissed off dragon-mother before her anger rips him apart!

The Son of Lust

Chapter Four: Taming the Naughty Dragon-Mother

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: This story was commissioned by Ultrasound 7 and has allowed me to share it with you. This may contain scenarios and acts that I normally wouldn’t write. There will be a strong sex slave/domination theme. I will keep this from violating any cannon established in the world and I developed the mythology that drives this story.

Kurtis – Coral Isle, Jyou Sea

My dragon mother seized me by the shoulders and ripped me out of Mother Sianili’s pussy. I gasped as my pissed off mother threw me back. I crashed into the bushes and struck a palm tree with a grunt. It swayed above me. A large frond fluttered down as she turned to face me.

Azuliana, perhaps the last dragon alive, glared at me with pure rage. Her eyes all but boiled with deep, sapphire fury. Her lips curled back, her fingers flexing. My cock was dripping juices from my mother’s mate, whom I had just dominated and tame.

“Better cock than mine!” my dragon mother snarled.

Everyone behind her was frozen. Frelia and Iliasa, my two sylph half-sisters, lifted their mouths from their bound mother’s form. Sianili whimpered, the older sylph dripping with my cum and bound with her hands over her head and her legs spread wide apart. Pyrriah and Lasla spilled apart from their sixty-nine. Pure fright gleamed on Lasla’s face, her lips gleaming.

Pyrriah stared at me with horror in her red eyes, her fiery hair rippling.

“You might be my son, but that’s my mate you’re trying to steal!” She advanced on me. “Did you think you could cuckold me, and I wouldn’t rip your head off because I birthed you?”

Fear hammered through my veins. I had heard stories of the destruction dragons could inflict. Dominari had famously burned a sixth of Zeutch, reducing three major cities and dozens of towns into ash. She had created her desolation in her fury. But my mother always seemed so kind and loving. Soft. I didn’t think I would have any problems taming her like I had Sianili.

And now I faced down her fury. Saw the mad rage in her golden eyes. My dragon-mother would kill me for getting Sianili to admit my cock fucked her the best. For utterly dominating her and stealing her lusts to me.

Heat rippled off my mother. It was always warm on the tropical island we lived on, but now the air broiled. The heat rippled off of my mother’s body. Steam rose from her skin. Her eyes. It snorted from her nostrils. The fibrous breast band and loincloth she wore smoldered. Caught alight, burning on her face.

My mother was about to broil me. She was half-naiad. A strange mix of fire and water. She didn’t breath flames, but that didn’t mean the steam that gushed from her mouth wouldn’t boil me alive. What could I do? How would I survive?

“You dare steal my mate, Kurtis!” She inhaled.

“Mother!” I shouted back at her. I had to reach through to her.

Her large tits swelled. The breast band burst off of her, falling burning to the ground at her feet. Pyrriah screamed out my name. Then she exhaled a burst of steam. Death rushed towards me.

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Pyrriah

“Kurtis!” I screamed.

I threw myself forward as my dragon mother inhaled. I couldn’t believe she would kill him. Kurtis and I had come from her womb. We were twins, her children fathered by Las. And now she would roast him alive.

I threw myself between them as the steam burst from Azuliana’s mouth. My dragon-mother’s fury rushed at me. It engulfed me in scalding fury. It should have killed me. It should have roasted my flesh, cooked me alive.

But it didn’t.

Instead, I burned. Fire burst from my body. The blaze erupted around me. Tongues of dancing flame spilled for my arms and shoulders. They rippled up my naked body and swallowed the steam that gushed from my mother’s breath.

She gasped at the sight of me burning with righteous need. I stood proud before my mighty brother. I had shielded him. Aided him. Now I would fight for him. Instincts rose up inside of me. Something primal and ancient.

Something that came from another father. A spiritual one.

“Grab her!” Kurtis shouted behind me.

“Gewin’s mighty cock!” I roared as I rushed at my mother, plowing through the last of her steam.

She snarled and fell into a stance. She punched out at me. I moved with instinct, blocking her first bunch then catching a kick that sprayed sand across my face. I gasped, the pain stinging across my eyes. I blinked back tears, half-blinded.

Kurtis rushed past me, unmindful of my flames. He seized Mother’s arm, stopping her punch from hitting me in the face. Mother snarled and pushed him off. I twisted her foot I still held. It spun her entire body. Her blue hair flew wild.

She landed on her side and then rolled over. With grace, she gained her feet and snarled as she threw a vicious blow at me. Kurtis lunged in from behind and body-slammed his shoulder into her back. Mother flew to the ground at my feet.

She snarled and swept around, her leg kicking for mine. I gasped as she knocked them out from beneath me. I landed hard on my backside. I groaned and lashed out with my legs. I wrapped my thighs around her head and pulled her face right down into my pussy.

She snarled and then steam burst around my vulva. I groaned as she bathed my cunt in this wonderful warmth. It jetted into my cunt’s depths. It filled me up, stimulating my twat. I shuddered and then humped my furred muff into my mother’s pussy.

My flames died down as I groaned in delight, pinning her mouth against my pussy. She shook her head, rubbing her face around against my cunt. Her lips smeared over it. I shuddered at the wonderful delight of her rubbing on me.

It was amazing.

“Hold her!” Kurtis snarled. “We can’t let her transform!”

He was behind our kneeling mother who fought to rip free of my thighs. But I held her tight. I felt this power coursing through me. I groaned at the warrior heat pumping through my veins. My hair glowed brightly about my head.

What was I?

Then Kurtis aimed his cock right at our mother’s ass. He pressed it into her butt-cheeks. I smiled at him, my pussy growing even hotter. I grabbed our mother’s hair, using my hands to keep her face pinned to my pussy along with my thighs’ grip.

“Fuck her ass,” Lasla cheered from behind. “Oh, my god, fuck her ass and tame her!”

“Yes,” Iliasa moaned. “If you force her, it’s not her fault. She’s as helpless as the rest of us.”

Kurtis’s blue eyes met mine. I shuddered at the sight of him. Then he winked at me and thrust.

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Kurtis

Pyrriah was amazing.

I didn’t know how she’d done that, but it had been so awesome to see her transform and then take down our mother like that. Flames had blazed from her. That couldn’t have come from our dragon-mother. It had to be something else.

I pushed against my dragon-mother’s asshole. Iliasa and Lasla cheered me on. Pyrriah’s eyes met mine. I could see the joy in her as she held our mother’s face to her pussy. It was so hot. My dick throbbed against that taboo asshole.

I rammed my cock forward.

Lubed only by Mother Sianili’s pussy juices, I buggered my dragon-mother’s asshole. Her anal ring spread and spread apart. Then she groaned as my cock popped into her bowels. It was so amazing to experience her velvety grip as I slid into her anal sheath.

“Kurtis!” she snarled into Pyrriah’s pussy. Steam burst up around her head.

Pyrriah moaned.

“You are going to pay for this!”

“I doubt that, Mother,” I said and grinned at my twin sister.

Pyrriah’s hair kept growing bright red. She shuddered, humping her pussy against Mother’s face as my dick slid to the hilt in her asshole. I bottomed out in my mother’s bowels. It felt incredible to be in her. That wonderful, silky heat engulfed my dick. I reveled in it. I savored every last second of that tight ass being around me.

I drew back my cock. The heat surged through me. I shuddered and then slammed my dick back into my mother’s anal depths. The incestuous pleasure rushed up my cock and warmed my aching balls. I groaned out my pleasure as I fucked her asshole.

I pounded her hard.

I didn’t show my dragon-mother any mercy. She could take it. She almost killed me. I had to tame her. I had to make her cry out in ecstasy on my dick. Her bowels clenched around me. She growled into Pyrriah’s cunt.

“Kurtis!” she snarled, her hips bucking back to knock me out of her asshole. “I’m going to rip your head off.”

“Not after I make you cum, Mother!” I growled. I held on tight. I wouldn’t let anything pull me out of her asshole. “You’re going to be singing my praise. Just like Sianili does. You’re going to be my sluts together.”

“Oh, yes, yes, let’s do that, Azuliana!” Sianili moaned.

“You, sluts, lick up your mother’s pussy,” Lasla commanded behind her.

“Yes, Mistress Lasla,” Iliasa and Frelia purred.

“See, Mother Azuliana, they’re already Kurtis’s,” Lasla said. She knelt down beside me. She was practically my other twin sister. Her blue eyes blazed with her lust. Her tanned breasts jiggled as she squirmed beside me. “Fuck her hard, brother.”

I winked at her. “I’m going to tame her just like Thrak tamed Faoril.”

“Yes!” Pyrriah moaned, her round breasts heaving.

“You think your cock will defeat me?” demanded Azuliana, her bowels clenching about my dick.

My hands slid around and found her large breasts. I squeezed them as I drove my cock in and out of her tight bowels. I pounded her anal sheath, my heavy balls smacking into her taint. I grinned as I kneaded her lush mounds.

“Why not?” I demanded as I savored buggering my dragon-mother. “My father tamed your cunt.”

“He was a god!” she hissed.

“And?” I asked. “How long has it been since you’ve had a dick this good in you? Since him?”

“What other dick is there on the island!” she hissed.

Lasla shoved her hand down between mother’s thighs. “Ooh, she’s wet and hot. I bet she’s been thinking of our father’s cock for all these years. Wishing to have another taste. Aching to be fucked hard.”

“And now you get it, Mother!” Pyrriah moaned, her breasts jiggling. Glowing hair danced around her tossing head. “Ooh, isn’t Kurtis’s dick just the best in your asshole.”

“Isn’t it?” Sianili moaned. “I’ve been missing Las’s cock. I know you have, too. I love your clit-dick, Azuliana, I do, but your son… Matar’s big dick, your son is amazing. Enjoy him. Surrender to him. It’s amazing.”

“So amazing,” Frelia moaned, my eldest sister’s words sounding muffled.

Pyrriah shuddered, her glowing hair flowing about her face as she ground her cunt on our mother’s face. I rammed my dick to the hilt in her. I fucked my cock hard and fast into that juicy asshole. I reveled in every moment of it. In that wonderful heat surging around my cock. It was incredible to enjoy my mother’s passion. I shuddered, so eager to cum. To just explode in her bowels.

But I couldn’t.

Not until I had her.

I slammed hard into Mother’s asshole, fucking her hard as my fingers slid down to her nipples. I found those fat, hard nubs. I had suckled from them as a baby. I twisted them now. I played with them. Her anal sheath clenched down at me.

“Ooh, her cunt just got tight,” Lasla purred. “Mmm, she’s loving this.” Her other hand plunged between her own thighs to frig herself. “Yes, yes, yes, Kurtis! Ass-fuck her hard. Make her cum.”

“Make her explode!” Pyrriah panted as she squirmed on the ground, her round breasts jiggling. “Ooh, she’s moaning into my cunt. She loves it.”

“Do not!” she hissed.

“Then why are you going to cum on my dick?” I asked her, twisting her nubs. I tugged hard on them.

She gasped. Steam rose around my mother’s face again. Pyrriah moaned her delight.

“Yes, yes, yes, you’re going to explode on my dick, Mother, aren’t you?” I growled.

“Yes, cum on his cock, my sapphire!” Mother Sianili moaned. “Ooh, Frelia… Iliasa… What are you doing to my pussy?”

“Cleaning all of Kurtis’s cum out of you, Mother,” panted Iliasa. “It’s so good. You’re so good, Mother!”

“Yes,” Lasla moaned, trembling beside me.

I kept twisting my mother’s nipples and fucking her asshole harder. Faster. Her moans grew louder. Her head rubbed back and forth, grinding her lips on Pyrriah’s pussy. She gasped and moaned, her body trembling. Her breasts bounced and heaved even more.

The ache at the tip of my dick swelled. That powerful blast of cum that would explode out of me I shuddered, thrusting forward harder. Faster. My nuts smacked into her taint. I wanted to cum so badly. I had to erupt.

I fought my need. I twisted Mother’s nipples out of frustration. I growled through my teeth as I pounded her heavenly asshole. She squeezed her tight bowels down around me. Her hips wiggled. I could feel it. Her surrender swelled and swelled in her.

“Yes, yes, yes, your pussy is getting so hot, Mother Azuliana,” groaned Lasla. Her face twisted in delight. “Cum on his cock.”

“Yes!” gasped Pyrriah. “And lick my pussy. I need to cum, too, Mother!”

“Be mine, Mother!” I snarled. “Be my slut. My whore. My sexy mommy-slave. Join your mate. Your daughters. Surrender!”

A blast of steam burst around my mother’s face, rustling her sapphire hair. I slammed my dick to the hilt in her. As I drew back, her asshole spasmed. My eyes widened as I felt her bowels rippling around my cock.

I experienced the surrender of her flesh.

“No!” she moaned. “No, no, no! It feels so good! Kurtis!”

“Yes!” I snarled in triumph and slammed forward. I erupted into my mother’s asshole, her bowels writhing about me. Pleasure slammed into my mind. Stars burst across my vision. I had her. I had my dragon-mother.

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Lasla

Mother Azuliana’s pussy went wild around my fingers. Her orgasm surged through her. At the same time, her clit pulsed against the heal of my hand. I gasped in realization that her hermaphrodite-cock was about to sprout.

Kurtis couldn’t have that. He didn’t need the competition. He had to control when Mother Azuliana had a dick.

I ripped my hand free. Kurtis moaned, dumping his cum into his dragon-mother’s asshole, oblivious to what was about to happen. I had to do something. I had to keep her clit from sprouting into a dick.

How?

A story I had heard about the demigoddesses known as angels, the daughters of Pater and Slata, popped into my head. They all wore chastity belts to keep their divine father from enjoying their pussies. Azuliana needed one for her clit.

In that moment, I pictured a celestial gold belt, made of the strongest material in the world, encircling Mother Azuliana’s waist. A solid band of metal she couldn’t remove. It had a flange thrusting down what would cover her clit with just a small cup. If she tried to grow her hermaphrodite-cock, it would swell into the small space, not above to grow larger than an inch.

I pictured it so clearly in my mind and…

Lusty power surged out of me. In a flash of pink shimmers, a gold belt appeared around my mother’s waist. I shiver of awe washed across me. I shoved my hand back down and felt what I had imagined, the little cup over her clit, leaving her pussy and asshole free to be fucked.

“What?” Mother Azuliana gasped. “Now, what is that over my clit.”

“Your cock cage!” I gasped, the words seeming to whisper out of my soul. “I made a sex toy.” I glanced at Kurtis, staring at him in such awe. “I can make sex toys, Kurtis.”

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Kurtis

I stared at Lasla as the last of my cum pumped into my mother’s writhing asshole. “What?”

“I just thought of her chastity cock cage, and it appeared and…” She pointed at my chest. “That’s the key.”

I glanced down and there, dangling from a gold chain, was a slender key. Dainty. I blinked in shock as I stared at it. Then I glanced down at my mother. I pulled out of her asshole. Pyrriah’s thighs relaxed.

“No, no, no,” Mother Azuliana gasped. She rolled over, her fingers pulling at the gold flange thrusting down over her clit. The metal was too strong. “Let my clit grow. I need it.”

“You need it.” I smiled. “This?” I dangled the key before me.

“Yes!” she gasped and lunged for it.

I pulled it out of her reach but wasn’t fast enough. She seized it. Then her eyes widened. She screamed and released it.

Lasla had a big smile on her lips. “Only Kurtis can set you free.”

“But… but…” My mother stared at me with these wild eyes. All the rage had vanished. “How am I ever supposed to make love to Sianili again?”

“She has my cock, so she doesn’t need yours,” I said, smiling. “But, if you’re good, I’ll let you grow your dick and fuck her pussy. Or Iliasa’s or Frelia’s cunts.”

“Kurtis!” Rage reappeared in her expression. “I’m your mother. I can tear you apart. You think you can stand up to me in my dragon form.” Her flesh rippled. She began to expand and then contracted. Her eyes bulged in shock. She grabbed at the belt.

“Ooh, you can’t grow big with it on,” Lasla moaned. “Oh, that’s so hot. Let’s see… You need this, too.”

A gold collar made of chains appeared around her neck. It was connected to a matching leash, the end in my hand. Mother whimpered in shock as her hands shot to the chain of gold. She felt around it, looking for the clasp. For a break.

“It unlocks with the key,” said Lasla. “No changing. No transforming. You’re his.”

“His!” Mother glared at me. Then she drew in her breath.

“Tug on it, Kurtis,” Lasla said as fear rippled through me.

I yanked hard.

The chains choked off my mother’s breath attack. Her eyes bulged as the links dug into her flesh. Her entire body trembled. She shook her head, sapphire hair dancing. She grabbed at the chains, struggling to pull them from her throat.

I relaxed my pull.

She gasped for air.

“If you can’t be good, Mother, then you’re going to get treated like a bitch.”

She glowered at me.

“Mmm, yes,” moaned Pyrriah.

“You didn’t make Pyrriah cum,” I said. “Your daughter ground her pussy on your face, and you didn’t even lick her. What sort of terrible mother are you.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Sianili moaned. It sounded like she was cumming. “Frelia! Iliasa. You’re such amazing daughters.”

“This is wrong, Kurtis,” my dragon-mother said. She folded her arms beneath her large breasts.

“And you didn’t cum hard enough on my dick, Mother?” I asked. I shook it at her. “You didn’t milk this cock dry with your dirty ass. I’m still hard.”

She flushed and looked away.

“I bet you want more, don’t you?”

She didn’t answer

I yanked on the leash. She snapped her head up, coughing. “I bet you want my dick fucking you again, don’t you?”

She bit her lip, cheeks scarlet.

“Say it, Mother,” I said.

“Yes,” she muttered. “That’s what you want to hear, right? That I love your cock. That I want you to fuck me again. Well, I won’t beg for—”

I yanked on the chain. Her words choked off. I shook my head. “Mother, Mother, Mother, you are so stubborn. You’re going to beg for me to fuck your cunt because if you do, I’ll let your cock sprout and fuck Frelia in the ass.”

“Ooh, yes, yes, fuck me in the ass, Mother!” Frelia moaned.

Panic burst in my mother’s deep, sapphire eyes. She whimpered, glancing at Frelia.

I smiled.

“That’s right. When you’re a good mommy-slave, you get to fuck Frelia or Iliasa or even Sianili in the asshole. Not their pussies—I am trying to breed them—but you can ram into their assholes. You can get that pleasure from them. Don’t tell me you don’t want your daughters. They’re hot. Right, Iliasa.”

“We’re so hot, Mother!” my busty, older sister purred. “And if you want to fuck our asses, we’ll let you. We’re his slaves, too. Our brother is just too strong. You have to surrender.”

“Have to, my sapphire,” Sianili moaned. “We can serve him together. He made me cum so hard. And I know he did the same for you.”

Mother swallowed.

“Now,” I said. “I want you to turn around, lick Pyrriah’s pussy, and thrust your cunt out at me. I want you to wiggle your ass in invitation. Beg me to fuck your cunt by shaking that plump rump at me. I know you can do it, Mother. That will make me happy.” I pulled on the leash, not had enough to choke her. “Don’t make me punish you for being a bad mommy.”

She stared at me with defiance for a heartbeat longer, then she turned around, bent down in submission, and thrust her rump up at me. She presented her hairless cunt to me. My dirty dick throbbed as I stared at my mother’s twat.

This would be delicious.

Our mother pressed her face willingly between Pyrriah’s thighs this time. I watched in delight as our mother attacked my twin’s pussy. Pyrriah gasped, her red hair flaring brighter with her pleasure. She had saved my life today.

I stared at her, letting her feel my love.

Pyrriah winked at me and then shuddered. “Mother, yes! Eat my pussy! Ooh, you naughty dragoness. Get that tongue in me. Mmm, next time you eat me out, I’ll have all of Kurtis’s yummy cum for you to clean out.”

I smiled at that and fell to my knees behind my mother’s pussy. Here was the ultimate cunt to breed. It would be exciting knocking up my step-mother, my sylph-sisters, Lasla, and Pyrriah, but to impregnate the dragoness who birthed me…

Wouldn’t that be the ultimate delight?

The most depraved act I could commit. I hoped my father was proud of the lust I had embraced.

I pressed my dirty dick against my mother’s clean and juicy pussy. I pushed my cock right against her hot vulva. Her juices coated the tip. The sweet aroma of her juices filled my nose. She groaned into Pyrriah’s cunt.

“Yeah, you can feel your son’s dirty dick on your cunt,” I growled. “That’s fresh from your ass.” I pressed it right to the entrance of her cunt. “Now push back. Work your pussy down my cock. Swallow me, Mommy-slut!”

My dragon-mother’s butt-cheeks clenched. She growled into my twin’s pussy. Then Mother thrust her hips back. I groaned as her silky and soft pussy lips slid over my crown. The delight swept through my boy. That wonderful, delicious, and juicy cunt swallowed inch after inch of my dick. She took more and more of me into her.

I groaned, my balls tightening. This wonderful pleasure swelled down my cock. Her pussy felt amazing, but she was taking too long. I gripped my hips and pumped away at her. I thrust hard into her snatch.

I rammed to the hilt in my mother’s pussy.

“Gods, yes!” I moaned.

Mother gasped into my twin’s pussy. I groaned at that hot cunt squeezing around my dirty dick. I pulled back my cock. I slid out of her, loving her squeezing about me. It was incredible to enjoy. The heat was delicious. My nuts drank it in. Then I buried back into her. I plowed hard and fast into her pussy.

My balls smacked into her shaved flesh. She moaned, her blue hair swaying as she rubbed her face into my twin’s pussy. Pyrriah moaned. She gasped. Her entire body trembled. She bit her lips and squirmed on the ground. Her eyes fluttered.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned. “Mother! Mother!”

“Make her cum, Mother!” I growled, gripping her hips as I pounded her with my dirty dick. “And then cum on my cock. Polish my dick clean of your ass, Mother.”

“Yes, Kurtis!” she moaned.

I grabbed her chain and yanked hard. I ripped her head up from Pyrriah’s cunt. “That’s master now, slut!”

Her pussy clenched around my dick. “Yes, Master!”

She buried her head back down into my sister’s pussy and feasted. Pyrriah gasped. It was obvious that our mother ate out Pyrriah with even more fervor now. Saying the M word had triggered something in my dragon-mother.

I had utterly tamed her.

This wonderful heat rushed through me. I fucked away at her hard. Fast. I plowed with hard strokes into my mother’s pussy, her cunt buffing my dick clean. My balls grew tight with my load of cum. I would fire so much seed into her.

I would breed my mother.

“Las’s mighty cock!” I cried out. “Yes, yes, yes! That’s it! Fuck!”

I plowed into her. I fucked her hard and fast. I buried to the hilt in my mother’s cunt. Her butt-cheeks clenched. My cum bubbled out of her asshole, matting her crack. I rammed my dick hard and fast into my mother’s cunt. I fucked her with passion. With unrestrained vigor.

I groaned, loving this pleasure.

“That’s it, Mother!” I growled. “That’s fucking it. Take it. Take that big dick. That’s your son’s cock reaming you. You’re going to cum on it, aren’t you?”

“Yes!” she squealed, her pussy clenching down on me. It was incredible to feel. She would explode on my dick.

I buried hard. Fast. I slammed to the hilt in her again and again. I plunged into her juicy twat with passion. I loved every second of her cunt writhing about my dick. The pleasure surged through my body and down my cock.

The ache reached that breaking point, but I held back. My mother had to make Pyrriah cum first. I needed to feel my mother’s twat surrendering to my dick with her orgasm. So I fought it back. I controlled myself the way a man did.

The way Thrak did.

“Yes, yes, yes!” gasped Pyrriah. “Las’s big dick! Mother! Mother!”

“Cum on her face!” I groaned.

“I’m almost there!” she moaned while our sisters and step-mother gasped behind us. “Yes!”

Pyrriah bucked. Her tits heaved. Her red hair flared brighter still, fiery lights dancing around the area. My mother’s pussy clamped down on my cock as she feasted on her daughter’s cunt juices. It was so wild.

“Mother!” Pyrriah gasped.

“My sweet daughter!” groaned my mother. “And my big, strong, dominating son! Yes!”

Mother’s pussy went wild about my dick.

I groaned as that incestuous sheath writhed around me. That wonderful, amazing heaven of flesh rippled with hunger around me. Spasmed with the passion of my mother’s orgasm. Her hot cunt sucked at me. Her pussy worked at my dick.

I pumped away at her, that orgasming flesh buffing my cock clean. I loved every second of it. I savored every last moment of thrusting into her convulsing flesh. It was just the best. I groaned, this amazing twat sucked at my dick. My mother’s cunt wanted my cum.

“Las’s mighty cock!” I howled.

“Cum in me, Master!” Mother gasped. “Please!”

“Flood her!” Lasla moaned from behind me. “Breed your mother!”

“Yes!” I snarled and buried in my mother’s cunt.

I erupted.

My cum fired hot into her writhing flesh. I threw back my head as I pumped my cum over and over into her twat. I flooded her again and again. The pleasure rushed through my mind. My balls unloaded every spurt of cum I had.

I swayed there, holding her hips tight as I fired my spunk into her depths. It was incredible to experience. I groaned, loving every moment of this heady rush. My balls emptied my seed into my mother’s fertile womb.

“Gods damn!” I growled as her pussy sucked out the last of my cum. “Mother!”

“My dominating son!” she moaned. Her head lifted, her collar jingling around her throat. “You filled me.”

“Hopefully bred you,” I said. “You want that, don’t you? To carry another child. To have your son’s seed quicken in your womb.”

“Yes, Master,” she moaned, her eyes so wide.

I grinned and ripped out of her cunt. “Go untie your wife. Then I want you both over here sucking on my dick.”

“Yes, Master,” moaned Mother.

She crawled to where Sianili lay bound. Lasla was shuddering as she came on Iliasa’s mouth. My sexy, black-haired sister grinned at me, her blue eyes bright and hungry. She shuddered and then rose from her feet.

“You were amazing, brother,” she said and threw her arms around me.

She kissed me with passion. I savored the feel of her lips on mine. I grabbed her ass, kneading her rump while my dick throbbed and ached against her stomach. Her tongue thrust into my mouth. She danced it around in me.

Then she broke it. “Enjoy.”

“You, too.”

She grinned. “I can make sex toys.”

“Have fun with that,” I told her. “I can dominate women.”

“Yes, you can. Have fun with that.” Lasla rubbed her nose against mine. Then she headed over to Pyrriah.

I watched as my mother untied her wife. Sianili was staring at me with hungry eyes. Her slender body twitched. The knots came undone, freeing her legs and then her wrists. She sat up, red marks left behind from the rope. She rubbed at them all while staring at his cock with desire.

“It’s the best dick, isn’t it?” purred Sianili.

“Yes, it is, my windy wisp,” Mother cooed.

She kissed her wife. Their lips met. Their tongues danced. I loved the sight of them kissing. It made my dick so hard as I stood over them. The pair of them were loving each other. It was a beautiful sight.

My two Mommy-slaves kissing.

“What do you want Iliasa and I to do, Master?” Frelia asked.

“I’m sure our sisters will find something to do with you two,” I said.

“Yes, yes, get over here!” Lasla gasped.

“Yes, Mistress Lasla,” my older sylph-sisters said in near unison.

They hurried past me while my mothers broke their kiss and crawled to me. They were both so sexy, Sianili with her white hair and yellow eyes, Azuliana with her deep-blue eyes and sapphire hair. I groaned as they grabbed my cock.

Their hands stroked up and down me while they licked their lips. Then they leaned in and kissed at the sides. I groaned as their tongues danced around my crown. They caressed me. They teased me. This heat rushed through me. My cock throbbed and ached.

Then they were both kissing at my aching crown. They sucked on my cock. Their dicks fluttered around my shaft. The caressed me. Nursed on me. It was amazing to feel. I groaned, loving every last lick and lap at my dick. It was amazing to experience.

They bathed my cock with their tongues, and then Mother Sianili groaned, “Las had us do this to his dick.”

“Mmm, you’re so much like him, Master,” Mother groaned. “Just as sexy and commanding.”

“Yes!”

Their lips kissed at my cock again, cleaning up my mother’s sweet juices on me. Their tongues bathed me. They swept around me, brushing the crown. My balls tightened from the excitement of this moment.

My heart raced from the pleasure they sent shooting down my dick. Their lips brushed as they loved my crown. Their tongues caressed as they worshiped me. It was so incredible. I shuddered at their touch sweeping over my dick.

Then my dragon-mother engulfed my dick with her hot and delicious mouth.

“That’s it, my sapphire,” moaned Mother Sianili. “Suck on your son’s cock. Mmm, yes, yes, you can be such a slut. I love it. Love you.”

“Gods damn, she’s sucking my dick with hunger,” I groaned.

“I’ve shown her how a cock should be worshiped, Master.”

I grinned at the sylph. “I bet you have. But you don’t get to suck her cock any longer unless I say so.”

“Yes, Master.”

My dragon-mother kept sucking the entire time. She bobbed her mouth, working her lips down my shaft before she sucked back up it. I groaned, loving every moment of that delight. My dick ached and throbbed in her mouth.

This heat rushed through me. My dick twitched and throbbed as she bobbed her mouth. She sucked with hunger. My balls ached. Mother Sianili stroked my cock and watched with hunger, her white hair dancing in a breeze that touched only her.

Then my dragon mother ripped off her mouth. “Show my son your skill!”

“Yes!” Mother Sianili moaned.

She engulfed my cock.

Sucked.

My eyes bulged at the pressure that my step-mother created. The sylph’s suction was unreal. She created a vacuum in her mouth. My dick twitched and throbbed. My crown ached. My nuts swayed as I savored the pleasure.

My hands balled into fists. I growled out my pleasure as I reveled in the thrill of this amazing, sucking mouth. My dragon-mother cupped my balls. She lightly kneaded them, adding a drip of spice to the wonderful pleasure that the sylph gave me.

“Las’s big dick!” I cursed. “Mother Sianili! You’re a cock-sucking slut.”

“Isn’t she?” my mother moaned. “Ooh, she always makes my pussy clench so hard. Mmm, I’m going to be such a good mommy-slave so you’ll take off my cock cage and let her blow me. It’s amazing.”

“It is!”

Then Mother Sianili bobbed her head. She worked that hot and hungry mouth up and down my dick. The suction went lower and then it really pulled on me when she slid back. Her cheeks hollowed. Slurping sounds came from her mouth.

I grunted. Groaned. My balls twitched in my mother’s soft hands. She massaged me as her wife sucked on my cock with such force. It was incredible. I felt dizzy from the bliss that swept around me. I couldn’t take much more of this.

It wouldn’t be long before I was cumming.

Then Mother Sianili popped her lips off my dick. My dragon-mother’s warmer mouth engulfed my tip. I groaned at her, loving the contrast. She still sucked with hunger, but not with that power. Mother Sianili had a bright smile on her lips.

“Enjoy, Master?”

“You gods damn better believe I did,” I groaned, my dick twitching and throbbing in my mother’s mouth. “You’re amazing.”

She smiled at me.

My dragon-mother bathed my dick with her tongue. Her saliva soaked it. The heat melted down to my balls, warming up my jizz. I groaned, savoring that delight. She popped her mouth off and passed my dick back to Mother Sianili.

The heavenly suction returned. My eyes almost rolled back in my head. I groaned, my toes curling into the sandy soil. My chest rose and fell. My balls tightened. The ache swelled faster and faster, threatening to erupt.

Then the two beauties swapped again.

They passed me back and forth. I went from the warm ecstasy of my dragon-mother’s mouth to the sucking rapture of my step-mother’s. It was incredible. Every time I was about to cum, they passed me off, prolonging my pleasure for that much longer.

“You two are amazing Mommy-slaves!” I growled. “Oh, Gods damn, yes. I’m going to cum!”

“On our faces?” my dragon-mother asked with such eagerness. She stared up at me with her sapphire eyes gleaming.

“Yes!” I growled.

They switched cocks again. “Oh, yes, yes,” Mother Sianili panted, drool running down her chin, “cum on our faces. Jizz all over us.”

My orgasm swelled in my mother’s mouth. Her warmth soaked down to my balls. I couldn’t hold out any longer. She sucked hard as she slid her lips up my crown. As they caressed over my sensitive tip, it happened.

I erupted.

“Las’s mighty cock!”

I spurted my cum across the sexy mother’s faces. I basted the dragon and sylph’s gorgeous features with my cum. I marked them utterly as mine. They were tamed, just like they’re sylph-daughters. I shuddered, my balls emptying on their faces.

The pleasure slammed through my mind. It burst across my thoughts as I painted ropy lines of cum from my dragon-mother’s face to her wife’s. The creamy jizz ran across their features. I shuddered, my thoughts melting beneath the onslaught of rapture.

“Master!” Mother moaned and then thrust out her tongue.

My jizz landed there.

“Master! Master!” my step-mother whimpered as my cum splashed over her face. “We’re yours!”

“Yours!” roared my dragon-mother. The last dragon alive. And I had tamed her. Would breed her.

I smiled as I watched the cum dripping down their faces. I was truly Las’s son. This island was mine. I owned every pussy on it. I breathed in deeply as the two sexy slaves turned and began licking my cum off the other’s face.

They shared my jizz. They reveled in it. I owned them both. I grinned and savored the pleasure coursing through my veins.

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Lasla

“That’s so hot,” I said, my arm around Pyrriah’s waist. Hers around mine.

Our sylph sisters licked at our pussies. We had cum once on their mouths and then made them switch. I had Iliasa lapping at my cunt as I watched my mother turn and lick cum off Mother Azuliana’s features.

“Our brother is amazing,” Pyrriah said. She rested her head on my shoulder. “I love him so much. He’s going to do such great things. I can just feel it.”

“You did some great things,” I said. I glanced at her, questions rippling through my thoughts. “You burned like a torch.”

“I know. It felt right.” Pyrriah sighed. “Ooh, Frelia, just like that. That’s how you eat my cunt.”

I watched our mothers share our brother’s cum. Kurtis stood triumph over the two sexy mothers. His seed dripped from their faces. It was even more beautiful than I had imagined in all my wild fantasies.

My dreams were exceeded by the reality of watching their pink tongues trading white jizz back and forth. Kurtis turned and glanced at us. He had such a dominating look in his blue eyes. I shuddered at just how sexy my brother was.

The Son of Las would breed us all. I couldn’t wait to have his babies. Just the way our lusty father would want it.

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Kurtis – Two Months Later

“They’re definitely pregnant,” Mother Sianili said while Pyrriah and Lasla were in the bushes. The indelicate sounds coming from them had been happening every morning for the last few days. “They’ve missed their monthlies twice now.”

“Wow,” I said, this awe bustling through me. I’d bred my two sisters. My twin and our honorary triplet. “That’s… Wow.”

Mother Sianili, her gold collar gleaming about her throat, hugged me tight. “Congratulations, Master.”

“Yeah,” I said. It felt surreal. Amazing but surreal. I had wanted this, but now the reality was here. I grinned. I wanted to breed all my women. My mothers and my sisters. And out there in the greater world, there were other women. Other daughters who’d descended from Las’s cum. All sorts of wicked, monstrous girls for me to breed.

Lasla emerged first. She wiped her mouth with a banana leaf and then grinned at me. “Your cock is firing virile seed. Got us both.”

“Yes,” Pyrriah said, sounding happy as she emerged, her red hair swaying about her stomach. “I—”

My dragon-mother rushed by us, her gold collar of chains and her chastity cock cage flashing in the morning sunlight. She threw herself into the bushes. The retching sound made us all wince. And then…

“Her, too,” Sianili said. “You bred your mother, Master.”

“And you?”

She shook her head. “Nor your sylph sisters. Not yet.”

“Yet,” I said, a big grin on my lips. I put my arm around Sianili. “Let’s say I pump that cum full of jizz.”

“Yes, Master,” the slender sylph smiled. My step-mother kissed me with hunger. I wouldn’t rest until I had bred every woman on this island.

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Las, God of Lust – The Aquamarine Palace

Soon, my newest mermaid daughters would reach Kurtis. The Oracle of Sands had been right; the day would come when I would need a son.

A strong and virile son.

I closed my eyes, hearing Throwia approach to torment me once more. I didn’t mind. I had the key to my freedom out there. Kurtis would make me proud. Especially with his sisters.

Pyrriah was such a surprise. I only expected to have one daughter Lasla. It made me wonder what game Gewin’s bizarre daughter was up to by inserting herself in Kurtis’s life.

To be continued…

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