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Mary and her mother are reunited and Mary learns what really happened to her mother thirteen years ago.

The Devil’s Pact
by mypenname3000
edited by Master Ken
Copyright 2013

Chapter Thirty: Tiffany’s Tale

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My hands were shaking as the adrenaline bled off. But the images of the dead and dying would not leave my mind. Oh, God, so many dead, I prayed. Forgive me, Lord.

“Why are you crying, Mother!” my daughter spat at me with such venom in her voice. Her bile was a dagger in my heart. “What do you have to cry about, Mother? Are your loved ones dead and dying?”

I looked sadly at my middle daughter, Mary. She was bound, sitting in the corner of the swat van. Her eyes were puffy from crying and burned a deep green with hatred. Blood mated the front of her clothing, probably Mark’s blood. I did not see any wounds on her. About her was a scarlet red aura, the stained aura of a Warlock. My own daughter sold her soul and I was sent to defeat her.

“Because all that blood is on my hands,” I whispered my answer. “That is why I am crying, Mary.”

Mary gave a shrill, almost hysterical laugh. “You fucking nuns are such hypocrites. Karen was just as sorry after she nearly killing Desiree. Did you ever think what would happen if you attacked us? Christ, Mother, your soldiers had automatic fucking weapons!”

“It was the only way,” I sadly explained. “It was all for the greater good. We had to stop Mark and…”

“And me, Mother,” Mary snarled. “You tried to kill Mark and your own daughter. What a great servant of God you are!”

I flinched as her words whipped my soul bloody. I struggled to gather my thoughts, to marshal some sort of defense against her accusations. To assuage my guilt and wash the blood from my hands. It was all for the greater good, Ramiel told me. For the future of the World. We must not be allowed to fail. Mark Glassner had to be stopped. He is a Warlock, an evil man who sold his soul and corrupted my poor daughter.

The van stopped. We must be at the getaway cars. I cloaked the SWAT van with invisibility to get us clear of the immediate area. Already cops were swarming the street that Mark lived on. But it was too dangerous to drive an invisible vehicle on the streets. We were lucky no one hit us in the short distance we had to drive.

Dennis, the only remaining SWAT officer under my control, opened the rear doors, climbed in and pulled Mary out of the van. She was dragged kicking and screaming and Dennis easily manhandled her. I followed, walking over to the several vehicles we parked here earlier today. Dennis walked over to a silver, Jeep Cherokee and threw her in the back seat. I slid in beside my daughter.

“Mark is evil,” I told Mary, trying to justify my actions to my daughter. And to myself. “He had to be stopped.”

“Did you do something to Alice?” Mary asked coldly. “Is that why she shot my fiancee, Mother?”

“Yes,” I sighed, looking down at my hands.

“Oh, so there’s another innocent person whose blood is on your hands, then, Mother. I’m sure you saw her bleeding to death when you captured me.” Mary paused, her lip curled in contempt. “She was Shannon’s best friend growing up, remember? Alice used to sleep over at the house with Shannon and you would make them cookies to eat. Oh, but that was before you turned into a whore and abandoned us!”

The pain of Mary’s words threatened to crush me as memories of a sweet, black-haired girl playing with Shannon flooded my mind. Tears were brimming at my eyes. Oh, God, what have I done. I looked down at my hands. They were surprisingly clean for hands so stained with blood. Alice. Isabella and Agnes. That blonde Thrall who spent her last breath trying to protect my daughter. From her own mother.

I should have been the one to protect Mary.

“Why couldn’t you just leave us alone?” Mary asked, bitterly.

“What you do is evil,” I said, feeling my anger replace my guilt. “You control people. Make them your slaves, steal their free will. Destroy lives. All those SWAT officers had relationships. Marriages. Broken and destroyed by what you and Mark made them do when they raided your house.”

“We didn’t kill them,” Mary spat back. “You say we destroy lives? Who was it that took control of those men and led them into a killing field. Really a good act there. Who attacked whom, Mother? You’re just as bad as we are. You killed Chasity.” Mary’s eyes brimmed with tears. “She was a sweet, loving woman and your soldiers gunned her down. You tried to kill your own daughter, Mother.”

“I didn’t know you were the other Warlock,” I protested. “I never thought in a million years my own daughter would…”

“Would be a Warlock,” Mary sneered. “Better than the whore who runs out on her family.” Mary gave a bitter laugh. “Mark is bleeding to death. It won’t be long until I’m out of your life, Mother. Than your mission will be complete.”

My forehead furrowed in confusion. “What? What are you talking about, Mary? I’m not going to kill you.”

“My Pact,” Mary whispered. “Mark wished for a long life. When I made my Pact, I wished to be young and healthy for as long as Mark lives. When he dies, I die.” She sniffed, and a small smile appeared on her lips. “We will be together for eternity.”

“I’ll exorcise you,” I said, fear squeezing my heart. I could not be responsible for my own daughter’s death. That guilt would destroy me. “Then your wish won’t matter. You’ll live past him.”

“No!” Her shout surprised me. “Let me be with him. With Mark dead and my powers broken, only prison will remain for me.”

“How can you love him, Mary?” I asked her. “Where does this devotion come from. He’s a monster. I know what a male Warlock does to his Thralls.”

“Love them?” Mary asked. “Mark never hurts them. We love them. Mark’s a good man, deep inside. The power he has, it’s too intoxicating. No one can resist it fully. You want to know why I love him, Mother? Because he has a caring soul. Because he loved me so much he set me free from his powers. Because if I asked it of him, he would give up his powers.”

I laughed. “No Warlock has ever given up their powers. Not voluntarily.”

“Mark would, for me,” Mary insisted.

“I know Warlocks far too well, Mary.” I shook my head. The poor girl was besotted with him. She was young, only nineteen. She hasn’t learned about the lies a man will tell a woman in bed. I learned that lesson before I met Sean. “They all are selfish beasts.”

Mary snorted. “You swoop in, exorcise a Warlock and then head back to whatever convent you nuns wait at. What do you really know about us? You speak like we’re evil monsters and not just people with too much power.”

“For six months I was a Thrall.” I could feel the tears brimming in my eyes as I began to tell my daughter what happened on March 15th, 2000, and the terrible nightmare that followed.

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Thirteen Years Ago

“Look what I made at school, mommy!” Mary said, all excited, when I walked in the door from work. She was bouncing on her feet dressed in a cute, plaid jumper holding a clay tablet with her handprint in the center. “I made if for you and Daddy.” Mary was six, her auburn hair in two pig tails and her green eyes shining with happiness.

I smiled and took it from her. “It’s very pretty. Thank you, Mary. Let’s go show Daddy.”

Mary took my hand in hers and pulled me to the living room where Sean sat. I smiled at my husband. He had loosened the top few buttons of his shirt as he graded papers. A High School Teacher’s work was never quite done. Except during the summer.

“Daddy!” Mary excitedly shouted and jumped up on Sean’s lap, scattering his papers as she held up what she made in Kindergarten today.

“That’s so pretty, Mary,” Sean praised. He was a great father and I smiled fondly at him.

“Baba,” Melissa gurgled as she stomped across the floor. She still didn’t say mama right, but I didn’t mind. She was learning to walk and only fell twice before she reached me and I scooped up my youngest daughter and spun her about and kissed her rosy cheeks as she laughed.

“Have you seen Shannon?” I asked Sean. Shannon was ten, and was reaching the age where she was becoming interested in clothes, and boys. She was growing up too fast. It wouldn’t be long before I was buying her a training a bra and she was dating some pimply-faced teen.

“She’s at a Alice’s house,” Sean answered, smiling at me. He had these amazing green eyes and still kept his hair long like when we first started dating in college, tied back in a bright, red ponytail. The very image of the cool, laid-back teacher.

“Can you take Melissa, so I can start dinner?” I asked, kissing Melissa’s cute face before handing her to “daba.”

“Sure, Tiffany,” Sean smiled, taking Melissa from me. Sean’s hand brushed mine and he rubbed it just a little longer than necessary. I smiled, it was the little things that kept a marriage going.

I headed for the kitchen, trailed by Mary. I pulled on my plain, white apron and Mary pulled on her pink frilly apron. “Are you going to help mommy?” I asked her.

Mary nodded, a serious expression on her face. I gave her some simple instructions and we started gathering the ingredients for dinner when I discovered we were out of milk. I sighed and popped my head back into the living room. “Did you forget to swing by the store, Sean?”

He flushed. “Sorry, Tif,” he said. “I’ll go right away.”

I shook my head. I loved my husband, but he was so forgetful. “I’ll walk over to the Coopers and borrow some milk.”

I grabbed a small container and walked outside. The sun was setting, shining brightly on me as a drizzle of rain fell on my face. Weather in March was so unpredictable in Western Washington. It can go from sunny to rain to snow to hail and back to sun all in a twenty minute period of time. And around sunset, you would often get rain and sun at the same time. I grabbed my jacket and walked quickly up Violet Meadows, admiring a beautiful rainbow as I walked up the street to the Coopers.

I could hear music coming from an open garage, loud drums and the metallic screeching of an electric guitar. The Bronson boy and his band were practicing. They weren’t that good, but I liked to encourage Kurt. He was a nice boy, despite that absurd mohawk and lip piercing. He was always around the house, asking if he could do any chores to make some money. So, I let him clean the gutters or mow the lawn for a some money. Sean would grouse, “I can mow the lawn, Tif,” or, “I’m perfectly capable of cleaning the gutters.” Well, if I waited for Sean to get around to mowing the lawn on his own, we would have waist-high grass. And I so hated being a nag.

But today there was something different about the music. A beat that just seemed to flow into me, pulsing through my soul. They sounded good today. No, great. Their practice was starting to pay off. Before I even realized what was happening, I was crossing the street. It was hard to think about anything other than the music as I stood at the entrance to the garage. I had never heard music so amazing before. The music was a primal beat that pounded through me.

There were four members of Kurt’s band. Kurt looked so powerful, so manly, with his mohawk and piercings and ragged, jean jacket. Not his usually, scrawny seventeen-year-old self. He had transformed in my eyes into a virile man. His eyes found mine making me feel weak in the knees. I licked my lips as he stared hungrily at me and I felt my nipples harden and my pussy moisten. Kurt was lead guitar and vocalist. Next to him stood Tor, playing rhythm guitar, with his long brown hair and ears covered in piercings. Pat was the bassist and backup-vocalist, his black hair in conical spikes. Bones played drums, a big man with a shaved head.

And then for reasons I couldn’t understand, I reached under my skirt and pulled my panties down and threw them at Kurt. The music just spoke to me and it felt so right. The air was cool on my drenched pussy and more juices leaked out as Kurt grabbed my panties and inhaled my scent, smiling broadly. The other members of his band were smiling like a bunch of pleased little boys.

“What did I tell you,” Kurt boasted. “Stick with me, boys, and we’ll be famous and have more poon then you can shake a stick at.”

They started up another song and the musical was so primal that my body responded to it. My heart was hammering, my nipples ached so hard in my bra, and my poor little pussy was itching to get laid. If Sean were here, I was pretty sure I’d jump his bones right then and there. I was getting so horny. I was looking at the teenage boys playing before me. Kurt was a hot young man, and his hair spiked up into that mohawk and those piercings on his lips were really turning me on. Thoughts of Kurt on top of me flashed through my mind. He would take me, make me his woman.

“Wow, they are amazing,” Grace Copper gasped in awe. I jumped in shock, realizing she was standing next to me.

Grace was a beautiful woman with long, honey-brown hair. We were close friends. Sometimes I would babysit her three year old, Dawn, a cute little blonde girl. I blinked in surprise as Grace began unbuttoning her pants, pulling them down her slim legs. She was going to give Kurt her panties, I realized. Grace had a neatly trimmed, blonde bush and a nice ass I noticed as she threw her panties.

Then the music stopped as all the boys stared at Grace’s nudity and she suddenly flushed, realizing what she did and reached for her jeans with one hand, trying to cover her sex with the other hand.

“Wait,” Kurt said. “Why don’t you lovely ladies be our groupies.”

That was a such a great idea, I thought and I glanced at Grace and she seemed to agree with me. “Sure, Kurt,” I said with a smile

I walked into the garage and Kurt grabbed me and started kissing me. I struggled in his arms and he broke the kiss. “What’s wrong, Mrs. Sullivan? Groupies are supposed to fuck the band, right.”

“Oh, yeah,” I flushed in embarrassment. You always heard stories about girls who went backstage to be groupies, to let the band have them.

Kurt gives me the wonderful opportunity to be a groupie in his band, Satan’s Silvered Tongue, and I almost blew it. Grace was doing better, sitting on the drummer’s lap. Bones had his hands between her legs and was rubbing her pussy. Kurt was kissing me again and I kissed him back, the piercing on his lips rubbed roughly on my lips, excitingly so. When he broke the kiss there was a dark lust burning in his teenage eyes.

“I’ve been jerking off to you since I was twelve, Mrs. Sullivan,” Kurt groaned. “And now I get to fuck you.” He tore my blouse open, shaking his head. “We need to get you some better clothes. If you want to be a groupie for my band you needed to dress better.”

“Of course, Kurt,” I quickly agreed. Being a groupie for his band was the most important thing in the world to me.

My bra came off next, my round breasts spilling out. Kurt pinched one of my nipples so hard I gasped in pain. “Nice tits, Mrs. Sullivan,” Kurt smiled wickedly. “I can’t wait to pierce these fat nipples.” He yanked my skirt off, fingered my blonde pubic hair. He grabbed some of my downy hair
and ripped a fistful of it out. “My groupies need to be shaved.”

“Ouch,” I gasped, rubbing my groin where he ripped the pubic hair out. “That hurt, Kurt.”

He grabbed my nipple, pinching so hard I fell to my knees. “The pain makes me happy. Suck my cock, whore,” he ordered, his fingernail biting painfully into my nipple.

I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock as fast as I could, sucking it into my mouth. His cock was small and skinny, even when it was fully hard in my mouth. He let go of my nipple to grab the side of my head and fuck my mouth hard. Sean was never rough like this when we made love, but if this is what made Kurt happy. I was a groupie, here to please the band.

“Oh, fuck!” Kurt moaned. “Your mouth feels as great as I imagined, Mrs. Sullivan! Suck my cock! You fucking slut! Oh, fuck!”

Kurt’s cock was shoving in and out of my mouth rapidly. Even thrust all the way inside my lips, his cock was too short to shove down my throat. I could never take all of Sean’s cock into my mouth. His balls slapped my chin as he fucked me and then he groaned and his salty cum flooded my mouth. He pulled his dick out and I spat his cum out on the garage floor. I was never a fan of cum in my mouth and Sean would always pull out and shoot onto my tits.

Kurt’s slap knocked me to the floor. “Groupies swallow,” he barked at me.

“Sorry, Kurt,” I cried. My face stung from his blow. “I’ll swallow from now on.”

“Good, if you do what I say, I want have to hurt you,” Kurt smiled.

“Okay, Kurt,” I nodded.

“Now, swallow,” he pointed to the gob of white cum congealing on the dirty garage floor.

I bent down, licking the cum up, trying not to gag on the taste of dirt and motor oil mixed in with his cum. “Lick it up, Mrs. Sullivan,” Kurt moaned. “Like a good little bitch.”

“You came so fast,” Pat laughed. “Kurt finally got a girl to suck him off and he busts his nut in a minute.”

Pat fell to the ground as Kurt punched him in the face. Blood streamed from Pat’s broken nose as Kurt drew back his foot and kicked him in the gut. Pat screamed in pain as Kurt kicked him over and over again with his steel-toed boots. “This is my fucking band, Pat!” Kurt screamed. “Don’t fucking make fun of me! No one will ever get to fucking laugh at me again.” He glared at the other two band members.

Tor was jerking off to Grace sucking sucking on Bones’s cock. “Yeah, sure,” Tor moaned as he pumped his cock.

“Yeah,” Bones groaned. “Whatever you say, Kurt. Just keep me in pussy!”

Kurt laughed and he kicked Pat once more in the stomach.

Kurt’s cock was hard as he yanked me to my feet and bent me over his dad’s Geo Prism and thrust his cock into my cunt. Kurt fucked me hard and fast. “You love my cock, don’t you, Mrs. Sullivan. It’s the best!”

Kurt’s cock was the smallest I had ever had inside me. Not that I had a lot before my husband, Sean, but Kurt’s cock was definitely the best. “I love your cock, Kurt!” I moaned back, rolling my hips and hoping my pussy was making Kurt’s cock feel wonderful.

“Fuck!” Tor groaned and I glanced over to see white cum fly from his cock so splatter in Grace’s blonde hair.

“Watch were you’re shooting that shit!” Bones growled, pulling his hand back to avoid getting hit.

“Tiffany?” a strangled voice gasped.

I turned and there was my husband Sean staring in horror at me getting fucked. I didn’t understand why he looked so horrified. I was a groupie and groupies got fucked. “Hi, Sean,” I panted. “I guess I…ohh…got sidetracked getting the milk,” I laughed.

“I…I don’t understand,” Sean stammered. Why was there so much hurt in his eyes. Did he not understand that it was okay for Kurt to fuck me.

“I’m Kurt’s groupie,” I explained.

“And you love my cock,” Kurt said with a vicious smile.

“I do, I love Kurt’s cock,” I moaned. “It’s the best cock I’ve ever had.”

Sean worked his mouth. “I…What…Is he making you say that?”

“No, Sean,” I gasped. My orgasm was building inside me. Knowing my husband was watching made this oddly thrilling. “He asked me to be his groupie and I jumped at the opportunity.”

“Fuck, your wife has a nice cunt, Mr. Sullivan,” Kurt groaned. “Now, run along. Your wife doesn’t love you anymore, right Mrs. Sullivan.”

“Yes!” I panted, as my love evaporated away. How could I love anyone when I was Kurt’s groupie, his woman. “Go away, Sean. I’m with Kurt, now. I don’t love you anymore.”

Sean stumbled off, looking like a destroyed man. I felt bad for the man. I loved him once and I never wanted to hurt him. He just needed to accept the way things were now. Kurt was fucking me harder and harder, my orgasm nearing. I groaned loudly, wanting everyone to know just how great Kurt’s dick made me feel. His cock just felt so amazing as he plunged over and over into me.

“I’m cumming, Kurt,” I moaned as my pussy rippled on the small dick inside me. “Oh, fuck, your cock feels so great.”

“Your cunt feels nice, Mrs. Sullivan,” Kurt moaned and then he was shooting inside me. I was so happy. My pussy made Kurt feel good.

Kurt pulled out and shouted, “Tor stop pounding your pud and come fuck a real pussy.”

Tor almost fell on his face, tripping as he ran over, holding his pants up one-handed, his cock bouncing about as he ran. He wasted no time sticking his dick inside me. He may have just cum on Grace, but he was ready to have a taste of my delicious pussy. I was so wet from my cum and Kurt’s sperm, Tor slid right in. He had a big dick and I moaned in appreciation as it filled me up.

“Does his dick feel better than mine?” Kurt asked as Tor pounded my cunt.

“No, Kurt!” I gasped. “Your dick’s the best.”

He smiled. It was the smile I learned to love, because it meant he was happy with me and wasn’t going to hurt me. After Tor finished in me, Bones just had to have a taste of me. His cock was smaller than Tor’s, and bigger than Kurt’s, but did not feel nearly as good. Bone was fucking me good and hard, my orgasm building nicely, when I heard a scream and turned to see what was happening.

Grace was on the floor getting fucked by Kurt. He was pinching her nipples on her large breasts and Grace was crying out in pain. That just seemed to encourage Kurt and he fucked her harder and harder, pulling on her poor nipple until her entire tit was stretched out and it looked like Kurt would rip it off. And then he would let it go, the breast snapping back like a rubber band and Kurt laughed.

“Oh please, that hurts!” moaned Grace, her face red from crying.

Kurt bit her nipple and she screamed. “Fucking slut!” Kurt moaned. “I love your screams! Do you feel how hard you’ve made me?”

“Yeah, Kurt!” Grace moaned. “You’re so hard inside me.”

Kurt started chewing at her breast, leaving bite marks and he fucked her harder and harder as she moaned in pain. “Please stop, Kurt!” she begged. “Oh, god, please! It hurts so bad.”

Bones kept right on fucking me, not caring about the cruelty Kurt was inflicting on Grace. I felt bad for her, but these were the abuses a groupie had to suffer. I had been close to cumming, but hearing Grace’s screams brought me out of it. Bones pumped a few more times into me and then he came hard inside my pussy.

When Kurt finished with Grace, she was curled up on the floor. Her breasts were bruised and raw and she whimpered in pain. Kurt had a pleased look on his face. Beyond Grace, Pat gave a quite moan as he lay battered on the floor.

“Who wants to see some lesbo action?” Kurt asked.

“Hell yeah,” Tor smiled.

“Mrs. Sullivan, why don’t you sixty-nine with her,” Kurt leered, stroking his tiny cock.

I knelt down next to Grace and gently kissed her crying face. “Shh, Grace,” I whispered. “Kurt wants us to go down on each other, okay?”

Grace sniffed. “Okay, Tiffany.”

I kissed her lips. They were soft and gentle, not like a man’s. I had never kissed a woman before and found it was nice. And being watched by Kurt and the band just increased how nice it was. I stroked her sides, avoiding her tender breasts as we kissed and Grace started to relax. I laid on my back and pulled Grace atop me. Her mauled breasts rested on mine as we kissed.

“Eat some pussy!” Bones called out.

Grace smiled, her tears had stopped, and she flipped around. Her pussy was sticky with Bones and Kurt’s cum, matting her brown fur. I licked through the sticky mess, gathering the salty cum and her sweet juices onto my lips. Grace’s tongue started gently lapping through my sore cunt. I had never been fucked so many times and my pussy wasn’t used to it.

As our tongues licked each other, our pleasure started to build and we started eating each other out more aggressively. My tongue was digging into her hole, delighting in the taste of her sex and I shuddered as her tongue found my sensitive clit. I returned the favor, nursing at her clit and feeling Grace writhe in pleasure atop me.

Suddenly, an acrid liquid splashed in my face. Kurt was pissing on Grace’s pussy, spraying us with his urine. It splashed on my face and ran down into my mouth. It stung my eyes and tasted salty on my lips. “Drink it,” Kurt ordered and I opened my mouth and let his urine fill my lips, swallowing the disgusting liquid, and then licking it off Grace’s pussy.

“Fuck that’s nasty,” Bones moaned and I could feel urine running off Grace’s face, down my pussy to pool around my ass.

Grace and I kept eating each other’s piss drenched pussies. Kurt didn’t tell us to stop. We licked the urine off each other’s pussies, then went back to sucking clits. I felt my orgasm build, a sweet thing growing in my womb. Grace’s tongue felt like silk as it rasped around my pussy. She shuddered atop me, her moans vibrating my clit as she came. I held my lips tight to her pussy, sucking all her juices out as her tongue swirled around my clit. My entire body went rigid then I shuddered beneath Grace as I came one her agile tongue.

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I was horrified, listening to my mom talk about the abuses she suffered at the hands of Kurt. “And he kept you and Grace?”

“Just me,” Mother bitterly said. “I was his favorite. The woman he dreamed of.” Fresh tears leaked out of her eyes. “He told Grace to go and be a whore. To make a living selling her body.”

“And that was Grace Cooper?” I asked, suddenly feeling sick. “She had a daughter named Dawn?”

Mother nodded. You’re just like your cunt of a mother! She was a whore, too! And you grew up to be just like her! The words Dawn’s father yelled as he spanked her last week when we made Dawn my little sister’s sex slave. I thought we were punishing a bully. But she was as much a victim of Kurt as her mother was. As I was. Dawn and I were both robbed of our mothers by that asshole. I suddenly felt sick. All the guilt I had been forcing down the last few weeks was threatening to overwhelm me.

Mark and I weren’t this evil, right? We never abused a woman.

Except Karen, my guilt whispered. And that girl Mark raped. But we were punishing Karen, I protested to my guilt. She attacked us. Almost got Desiree killed. She deserved her punishment. And we treat her well, now. She’s one of ours sluts. We love her. We’d defend her just as much as we’d defend the others.

“Pat died on the floor of the Garage. When the police came, Kurt just explained it as an accident and the police bought it. Pat would not be the last man Kurt killed. He was a sadist. A black-hearted monster.” Mother swallowed. “That night he got needles and pierced my nipples. It hurt so much. But not nearly as much as the piercings in my labia and the one in my clitoral hood. When he would feel vicious, he would pull on my piercings until I screamed. And the worst part was, I was happy that Kurt was hurting me.

“They replaced Pat on bass with Skinny Mat and started playing clubs. Thanks to Kurt’s wish, anyone who heard his band play would think they were amazing. Any woman would get all hot and horny for him and throw their panties on stage. Kurt would start to bring women up on stage and fuck them before the cheering crowd. If their boyfriends objected too much, Kurt would beat them. Some died, some got off with a few broken bones, and others were left brain damaged.

“And it wasn’t just men he beat. Some of the girls he chose would be beaten bloody or choked or cut.” A ragged sobbed escaped my mom’s lips. “I saw such terrible things. And then, she appeared. My rescuer.”

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Thirteen Years Ago

My breasts were sore from Kurt’s affections as I lay on my side. Today he chewed on my breasts. He just loved them so much. But now they were painfully sore and covered in bite marks. His cum was inside my pussy and I was enjoying the after glow of a nice orgasm. Kurt’s dick never failed to leave me satisfied, even with all the pain I suffered.

A few girls crouched on the floor and Kurt was deciding which ones to show his affections to next. One of the girls, who had curly, light-brown hair, gave Kurt a mocking smile, almost a sneer as she glared at him with gray eyes filled with loathing.

“Fucking whore!” snarled Kurt.

Nothing would make Kurt angrier than being mocked. His hand snaked out and he grabbed the girl by the hair. She clamped her mouth shut to avoid screaming as Kurt heaved her across the room into his table. It was a heavy, wooden table, more of a workbench really, where Kurt kept his tools for the girls that made him really angry: pliers, knives, hammers, needles, whips.

The woman slammed into the table, hard, the corner catching her in the stomach. She flopped across the table and snatched up a skinning knife, holding it up threateningly at Kurt. The woman’s mocking smile only grew larger as Kurt boldly walked over to her. She looked like a Valkyrie, standing defiant against Kurt.

It was a futile gesture. No one could resist Kurt. All fighting would earn you was pain. I wanted to close my eyes, I hated watching Kurt punish a woman. But Kurt liked it when I watched his chastisements. When he would finish, he would be hard and I would have to satisfy him. I felt so bad for this woman. Kurt was going to kill her, and it wouldn’t be quick. My stomach roiled and I wanted to sick up.

“You can’t stab me with that dagger,” Kurt lazily ordered. He stood right next to the woman, the knife inches away and held out his hand. “Give me that dagger so I can cut your mocking lips off, cunt.”

Kurt screamed as the woman stabbed his arm with the dagger, instead. He staggered back, fear blossoming in his face as the blood ran red down his arm, his feet tripping on themselves and he fell on his ass. And the woman walked towards him, bloody dagger in hand. I smelled urine and realized Kurt had pissed himself, a dark stain spreading on his jeans.

The woman grabbed a pair of his handcuffs off Kurt’s worktable. Kurt had quite a collection at this point, “Please don’t hurt me?” Kurt blubbered like a baby as the woman advanced on him. “Who are you? Why doesn’t my power’s work on you? Please, I can give you whatever you want. Please!”

“Handcuff yourself around the table leg,” she growled, tossing him the handcuffs.

Kurt was eager to obey, snapping the handcuff about his right wrist, wrapping the chain around the table leg and then cuffing his left hand, trapping him to the table. “Please! I can give you wealth! Please!”

The woman ignored his please and bent down, pulling off his urine soaked pants and saw his little cock. “Such a tiny prick for such a large monster,” the woman mocked, stroking the cock. The cock swelled unbidden in her hand. “No wonder you had to sell your soul. How could you ever get a woman, let alone satisfy one, with that little thing.”

Kurt was sobbing. “I’ll do anything! Just don’t hurt me!”

The woman’s lip curled in disgust. “I am Sister Louise Afra of the Order of Mary Magdalene. I have been sent by God to stop your perversions, Warlock!”

Sister Louise straddled Kurt, guiding his cock to her pussy, sliding down his short length. “If you wanted to fuck me, you just had to ask,” Kurt’s voice cracked with mock bravado, a forced grin on his face.

“When you cum in me, and you will cum, I will exorcise your powers.” There was a broad smile on Sister Louise’s face and horror appearing in Kurt’s. “Yes, you realize it now. All the people under your control will regain themselves. Everyone will remember all the lives you destroyed, all the pain you inflicted. I do not think the authorities will be so forgiving anymore or all those accidental deaths.”

“No, please no!” he begged as Sister Louise rose up and down on his cock. “I won’t cum. You can’t make me!”

“It’s biology, monster,” Sister Louise purred wickedly. “You won’t be able to hold on forever. You’re seventeen, I bet it won’t be able to last long at all.”

Kurt struggled beneath her, fighting to get free of his handcuffs and Sister Louise rose up and down on him, laughing and mocking him. “Your dick is so small, I can barely feel it in my pussy.” Faster and faster she rode him, dangling her breasts in his face. Kurt started looking around, looking for anything to help him.

“Mrs. Sullivan!” he shouted, his eyes staring at me. Even after six months and countless abuses, he still called me Mrs. Sullivan. “Save me, attack her!”

My Kurt was in trouble and I leapt to my feet and went at Sister Louise. Her finger moved down, sliding up inside her cunt alongside to his cock and came out stick with her juices and then she thrust her finger at my forehead and spoke a single word, and I stumbled back and I just watched. Nothing mattered as I watched Kurt struggle against his bonds.

“Save me, cunt!” Kurt growled and Sister Louise slapped him.

“The only cunt here is you,” she hissed. “A little cunt with a little dick who thought he was a big man!”

Sister Louise leaned back, riding him faster and faster. She started rolling her hips, her breasts bouncing. She started grinding her clit and playing with her nipples, clearly enjoying Kurt’s humiliation. When she came, she let out a low, throaty moan, her breasts heaving beautifully as she rode him. And she never stopped, kept fucking him right through her orgasm.

Kurt was biting his lip, straining not to cum and then his body arched and Sister Louise screamed, “Shalak!” and drew something on his forehead with her sticky finger. Kurt’s forehead blazed with white light and…I was myself.

And everything Kurt did to me, made me enjoy, made me commit poured into my mind and I collapsed on the floor sobbing. A ragged ache filled my heart. I betrayed my sweet Sean. Oh God. I could remember the hurt in his eyes as I allowed Kurt to fuck me. My poor husband thought I betrayed him. I sobbed and sobbed, screaming in guilt. How could I have done that to my husband, the only man I ever really loved. I’d lost him, forever. There was no undoing what I did, what Sean saw. I remembered signing the divorce papers Kurt placed in front of me, signing away my parental rights to my daughters. Writing that disgusting letter Kurt dictated to me.

“Sean,” I wrote, “You and the girls are just burdens to me. I want to have fun, to go out partying. To enjoy wild sex. I haven’t been happy for a long time. But I’m happy with Kurt. I’m happy when his cock fucks me. I’m happy when he cums in my cunt or my ass. I love it when shares me with his friends. Your cock just wasn’t good enough for my horny cunt.” I signed my name and left the letter and the documents on the bed I shared with Sean while he and the girls were at work and school and daycare. I packed up a suitcase with the few slutty clothes I owned from before the girls were born, and never even looked back.

I sobbed and sobbed and then my savior was hugging me. “Shh, it’s alright. He can never hurt you again.”

I clung to her crying my pain into her chest as she gently rocked me.

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“Sister Louise explained it all to me,” Mom said, finishing her story. I felt tears staining my face.

We were sitting on the floor of a house out in the foothills somewhere near Eatonville. Mom never stopped telling her story the entire ride. She didn’t stop as we walked up to the house and sat on this musty, old couch. I spent all these years hating my mom and now I didn’t know what to think, what to feel.

I remembered the betrayal I felt when Mark released me after only a day under his control. And Mark never mistreated me. Six months she endured that monsters brutal lusts.

Questions and guilt whirled in my head. Do all our girls feel this way? We never mistreated them. We loved them. We weren’t the monster Kurt was. Was it right to keep them? Was I just as much a monster as Kurt? Could we even free them if we wanted to? We bound them with the Zimmah spell. Did we destroy their lives?

What did it matter, Mark was dying and I would follow him into death.

“Why didn’t you come back to us?” I asked, pushing away the guilt. “Dad’s never stopped loving you, mom? Why didn’t you come back to us, Mom?”

She flinched as if she’d been slapped. “H-he never stopped loving me?” Pain flickered on her face. “How could he still love me after…after all Kurt made me do?”

“I don’t know, Mom,” I answered. “Shannon and I tried to convince him to forget about you and find someone else. We tried to set him up with teachers, friend’s single mothers. But he turned them all down. He even still wears his wedding ring.”

Tears brimmed in Mother’s eyes. “Kurt, he…he threw my wedding band away. ‘Marriage is just trash,’ he told me. ‘My mom bailed on my dad and me. We were just garbage to her.’ And…” A ragged sob shook her body. “I thanked him for freeing me from my marriage.”

God, I wanted to hug her. If my hands weren’t zip tied behind my back I think I would have. “You can still go to dad,” I urged her. “Free me and we’ll go see dad, and, and I can be with Mark when he…when he passes.”

A look of incredible longing crossed my mom’s face. “I…I made vows.” Her voice quivered. “I received Sister Frances Bernadette’s Gift.” She hugged herself. “Oh, God, please help me. I don’t know what to do. I miss Sean so much.”

“Let’s go, Mother,” I told her, gazing into her blue eyes. “Dad’s waiting for you. I don’t think he ever stopped waiting for you. And…and, I want my mom back. I can explain to Dad what happened to you. He knows about…things. About what Mark and I can do. He’ll understand.”

I could see her wavering, the look of longing on her face, and of hope.

Then her phone rang.

“Theodora,” she answered. Her face hardened. My heart sank, I’ve lost her. My hopes of seeing Mark one last time faded. “Come inside,” she said on the phone.

“Please, mommy,” I begged as she picked up a roll of duct tape, ripping off length of silvery tape. “Please, let’s go see Dad. Please, mommy!” She walked forward and shoved the tape on my lips. The tape was stiff and sticky and I could faintly taste glue on my lips.

The SWAT officer walked in and Theodora pulled out his sidearm, checked to see if it was loaded, and then looked at me with steely resolve. “Let’s put your claims to the test, Mary.”

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“You can still see her, Mark,” a woman’s voice floated out of the darkness. “You are not dead, yet.”

“Who’s there?” I shouted into the darkness. Then I realized I was no longer falling, feminine hands were grasping my shoulders, long fingernails biting into my collar bone. I spun around and gasped. “Lilith?”

She floated in the darkness, as stunningly beautiful as always. Her silvery hair fanned out, waving lazily about, her violet eyes sparkling with contempt. She was clad in her scarlet dress, so sheer I could see all of her generous charms. I felt lust stirring inside me and I fought it down. I would need a clear head to deal with Lilith.

“Here to taunt me?” I asked.

A smile played on her lips. “As satisfying as that would be, we have one last piece of business to discuss.”

“Not interested,” I shrugged. I learned my lesson dealing with Lilith.

“Even if it would save your life.” Her smile broadened. “And your precious Mary’s life.”

I paused. I didn’t want to die. “What?”

“I want Karen.”

“You want the thing growing inside her, you mean?”

Her eyes tightened and she pursed her lips. “Yes. I want Karen, and my child, until she gives birth. Then I’ll return her to you.”

I squinted. “Why. Once I’m dead, how can I stop you from having her? What game are you playing at, Lilith.”

“You bonded her with the Zimmah ritual. Did you forget what I told you?” Her eyes narrowed in disgust. “Did you forget that when you die all those bound to you will die. And I can’t have Karen dying before she gives birth. That would spoil all of my plans.”

“So, in exchange for me loaning you Karen until your child is born, you will return me to the health I had before Alice shot me,” I carefully said. “And you will return Karen to me unharmed.”

“I will do nothing to harm Karen,” Lilith promised.

I frowned. I couldn’t see any loopholes. I’m sure they were there, but I really had nothing left to lose. “Then we have a deal, Lilith.”

She smiled a predatory, triumphant smile. “I grant your boon, Mark Glassner,” her words purred through the darkness and suddenly I was filled with pain and…

…I was staring up at the sky. I had a mask over my face. Two strange men and a woman were leaning over me. They were paramedics, I realized. I sat up, pushing the facemask off. I felt something piercing my arm, an IV I realized, and ripped that out.

“What the fuck!” the first paramedic shouted.

My shirt was gone and several bandages dotted my chest and stomach. I ripped them off to see my perfectly unharmed chest and stomach smeared with some dark blood. I felt alive. I smiled broadly and yelled my exhilaration into the sky. I was alive. I could feel the tickle of grass on my hands, the feel of the warm sun kissing my skin and a soft breeze rustling my hair. The world smelled alive and wonderful.

“I am alive!” I roared and laughed. Nothing else ever felt so sweet. “Mary, I’m alive!”

“It’s a miracle,” the female paramedic gasped. “The wounds have healed. My God, they’re completely gone.”

There were cops standing around, all staring in amazement at me. “How?” one asked me.

“A miracle,” another whispered.

“Praise God,” a cop whispered.

“What are you?” a fireman asked. “How did you…”

“Tell me you got that! Tell me you were rolling film?” a woman demanded. Debra from Q13 Fox, her microphone hanging loosely in her hand as she stared in wide-eyed amazement. “Tell me you to got that?”

“Holy shit, I got that,” her cameraman answered, pointing is camera at me. “I got the scarlet light and everything. Holy fucking shit!”

“This is unbelievable,” Debra gasped. “Let’s do my coverage over there and then upload this to the network! Jesus, this is the news story of the century. A miracle happened and we caught it!”

I was about to object to Debra’s plans when I got a good look at the cul-de-sac and my heart stopped. It looked like a war zone. The street was lined with ambulances, fire trucks, and cop cars. And everywhere I looked there were people lying on the ground, some had paramedics working on them, others were covered by blankets. Houses and cars were shot up. Bullet casings glinted gold in the sunlight.

And blood. Dark blood pooling on pavement, splashed on the sides of houses, running down the fenders of cars.

I looked back at our house and gasped. Bullet holes racked along the front of the house, shattering windows. Our sluts were clustered on the porch watching me in amazement. A stretcher came out, carried by two firemen. I stared in stunned disbelief as they walked by carrying Xiu. My busty Xiu had a mass of bloody bandages on her stomach and looked so pale as they carried her past to a waiting ambulance.

What the hell happened here? And where was Mary? The last thing I remembered was Mary’s face before the darkness. I looked around and I noticed the bodies covered with blankets dotting the neighborhood. Fear constricted my heart. No, she could not be dead. Not when I got a second chance.

“What happened? Where’s Mary?” I asked, ignoring all the cops and fireman that were watching me with awe.

“Sir, we were attacked by some nuns,” a bodyguard told me. She was Black, one of the new guards. 51, I think her number was.

“Where is Mary?” I demanded. Please don’t be dead, please don’t be dead.

“The nun took her,” 51 bitterly said. “We tried to stop her, but…”

“The nun’s used the SWAT from the raid,” Violet told me. There was a bandage on her forehead. “We were all so frightened, Master.”

The teenage slut hugged me fiercely. The other sluts followed her down, clustering about me. All of them reached out to touch me, smiling happily and muttering about me being alive. There was Alison and Desiree, and Korina, pregnant with my child. April and Lillian hugged each other in joy. Jessica and Thamina were supporting Sam, who had a bloody bandage on her leg.

All the sluts were accounted for. Xiu was being loaded into the back of an ambulance. Willow and Noel were at work. Karen was in the hospital and it was Fiona’s turn to stay with her. I frowned, no, there was one slut missing. “Where’s Chasity?” I demanded. “We need to go after the nuns. We need to rescue Mary.”

“She’s dead, sir,” 51 reported, sadly.

“Who is dead?” I asked, confused. Not Chasity.

51’s eyes flicked over to a body near the shot-up police cruiser. “Chasity, sir. She died defending Mistress. I got the man who killed her.” She patted the black machine-gun in her hands.

I stared uncomprehendingly at her. How could Chasity be dead? She was so dependable. Anger started to burn in me. These fucking nuns. Why couldn’t they just leave me the fuck alone. I never did anything to them. I felt pain in hand and uncurled my fist to see bloody nail marks in my palm.

“Who else died?” I asked, coldly, staring at my hand.

“05, 22, 34, 63, and 78,” 51 reported. “04, 30, and 47 are critically injured and may not survive. And Xiu. She took a round through the gut from inside the house. Another eighteen bodyguards have moderate injuries. There are only ten of us fit for duty.” She paused. “We killed two nuns and three of the SWAT and critically injured another four. We captured another four more with moderate injuries. One nun and a SWAT officer got away. Along with Mary. Alice, the woman who shot you, she sustained critical injuries and may not survive either.”

“Fuck,” I whispered. Emotions threatened to overwhelm me and I shoved them back down. I needed to save Mary. The rest, the grief and anger and guilt, that all could wait.

“Sam!” I barked at the injured Asian graduate student. She was our newest sex slave. She was translating the Magicks of the Witch of Endor for us. “Is there any spell in the book that would let me track Mary?”

She frowned, thinking. “Um, yes. The Alluwph ritual. You will need, um, something very personal of the person and hold it in your hands. Think about the person, about your connection with the person and say Alluwph.”

Something personal. I frowned then went into Mary’s art studio. I found my buttoned-down shirt she liked to wear when painting. She always looked so beautiful wearing only this shirt. I held it in my hands, thinking about Mary, about her beautiful smile, how the shirt draped her plump ass and how beautiful her bare legs looked. I concentrated as hard as I possibly could, and whispered, “Alluwph.”

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I watched Karen’s hospital room from the shadows. One of Mark’s whores, Fiona, was watching Karen, a bored expression on Fiona’s face. I smiled, Karen was mine, now. Well, she was mine until the birth, and that gave me certain powers over her.

I manifested and Fiona jumped in alarm, shouting, “Lilith!”

I ignored the stupid girl. There was nothing I could do to her anyways. This manifestation could not interact with the Mortal World except in certain, very limited ways. It didn’t have the freedom of being summoned, but it was enough freedom. And owning Karen, even temporary, was one of those limited exceptions. I reached out and grabbed the unconscious woman’s hand. I could feel her life being slowly drained by my vessel growing quickly inside her.

“Soon,” I whispered to her belly. Soon my vessel would be born I would be free of the Abyss forever.

I concentrated and drew Karen with me back into the Shadows and then shifted to Seattle, to the house of Babylon. It was a modest dwelling, but adequate, for now. I concentrated again, and Manifested with Karen into the guest bedroom. Chantelle and Lana were ready, scooping Karen up off the floor and placing her gently in the waiting bed.

“Keep her safe,” I charged my High Priestesses.

“We won’t fail you, my Goddess,” Chantelle murmured.

Both women stared reverently at Karen’s belly. Lana reached out and placed her hand ever so gently on Karen’s stomach. A smile quickened on her face. Chantelle’s hand joined hers, awe painting Chantelle’s beautiful face. They both knew their Goddess grew within.

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I whispered, “Alluwph.”

From my chest, a pair of entwined red threads, wrapped so tightly together they were practically one thread. A black chain wrapped about both of the threads, shackled them together. I recognized those red threads. They connected my soul to Mary’s soul and represented our love. The threads led off to the south, vanishing through the wall. Tears were shining in my eyes.

“I’m coming, Mare,” I whispered. “Just hold on.”

I ran back outside. “51, gather the remaining bodyguards. We’re going after Mary.”

“Yes, sir!” 51 saluted.

The ten bodyguards still fit for duty and I piled into three cop cars. I rode shotgun in the lead car, guiding 51 as best as I could. The line pointed straight to where Mary was, but not which streets to take. We tore off down Shaw Road heading south. Eventually we were forced to cut west when we hit Sunrise Drive. We drove west until we reached Meridian, and then we turned south. We passed through Graham, racing as fast as we could. Once we were through Graham, heading out towards Eatonville, the threads led us down several side roads until we came to a single house in the middle of a field. A silver Jeep Cherokee parked in the driveway. The threads pointing right towards the house.

We got out of the car, the bodyguards flanking out to encircle the house. Three of them were armed with AR-15’s, the others with handguns and shotguns. All were wearing flak jackets. My heart was hammering. My Mary was inside that house. I was so close. I just wanted to run across the field and kick in the door and save my love.

The door to the house banged open and an unarmed SWAT officer walked out, his arms held up. He marched forward, straight towards me. The bodyguards all trained their weapons on him but none opened fire. I could see the SWAT officers aura, the black of a Thrall, but surrounded by a band of gold, a corona of light around darkness.

“Mark Glassner I have a message for you!” he shouted. “You, and only you, are to enter the house unarmed. If you enter armed or if anyone else enters, Theodora shall kill your woman. You have five minutes or Mary dies.”

And then he turned and started walking back to the house. I stood up and 51 grabbed my arm. “Master, don’t. Never give a hostage taker another hostage.”

She was quoting her training at me, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t risk Mary’s life. If this Theodora wanted to talk. Fine. She had a lot to answer for. I strode out across the field, almost catching up with the SWAT officer before I reached the house. I followed him in and he led me to a small living room.

Mary was gagged and her arms were bound behind her back. Tears ran down her eyes and she struggled against her restraints. A sandy-blonde woman, young like all the nuns, with piercing blue eyes, stood next to Mary, a 9mm handgun pointed at her head. Fear roiled inside me. I would need to be careful. I didn’t want to provoke this woman, not with Mary’s life at stake.

“I am Mark Glassner,” I said, holding my hands out to the side. “Let’s talk, Theodora. There’s no need for any more violence.”

“I’ve been speaking with Mary, here, and she seems to think there’s some good in you,” Theodora answered. Her blue eyes were skeptical of the claim.

I noticed Theodora’s face was puffy from crying and there was something familiar about it. Mary and her could almost be sisters, I realized. Their faces have a similar, heart shape about them. “We can come to an arrangement, Theodora. No one else needs to get hurt.” Especially not my Mary.

“Mary claims that you would give up your powers for her.” She cocked the hammer. “Well, let’s put that to the test. You can walk out of here, Mark Glassner, and keep your powers, and I’ll kill Mary. Or, you can let me exorcise you.” A smile played on her lips. “Let’s see if you can really give up all that power.”

I looked at Mary’s face, at her green eyes. I saw the trust in her eyes, the love. Could I give up all my power for Mary? Memories of Mary floated through my mind, all the fun we’ve had. All the times I watched her sleep. The times I’ve gazed deeply into her green eyes. The feel of her as I held er in my arms. Could I give up all my powers for that? Could I give up the thrill of making someone do what I want them to do? The pleasure of a woman submitting to my lusts. Was Mary worth giving all that up?

Yes, she was.

“Exorcise me,” I said, calmly.

The SWAT officer grabbed my arm and ratcheted a metal handcuff about my wrist, then he pivoted and I was being slammed into the ground. I coughed, the wind was knocked out of me when I hit the hardwood floor. Stunned and struggling to breath, the SWAT officer easily dragged me over to a metal radiator and slid the handcuff through the pipes and ratcheted the cuff about my other wrist.

Theodora sighed in disbelief and pulled the gun away and handed it back to the SWAT officer who holstered his weapon. “I can’t believe you would do this,” she whispered, glancing back at Mary. She bit her lip and for a moment; she looked liked a blonde Mary. “You must really love her.”

“More than anything,” I answered. “Let’s get this over with.”

“Of course,” she answered and began pulling off her maid outfit. I blinked, why was she wearing a maid’s outfit? It was gray smock, the type you’d see a maid wear at any hotel. Underneath, she was naked and quite lovely, full breasts with fat nipples, a trimmed, blonde bush between sleek thighs. My cock stirred and I didn’t fight the lust.

There was no point in fighting. Theodora won.

She walked over to me and I looked away, finding Mary’s eyes. I focused on her beautiful, emerald eyes as I felt her hands fumbling with my pants and then they were pulled down, along with my boxers. A warm, soft hand stroked my cock until I was fully erect, then I was engulfed in a warm, wet pussy.

Theodora moaned softly and started riding my cock, rolling her hips. She was quite good. All these supposedly holy nuns were so good at fucking. Karen really knew how to work a dick. And this Theodora also knew just how to please a man. She rose up and down on me, faster and faster. She felt so amazing and I pretended it was Mary on me. Mary’s velvety cunt bringing me closer and closer to my orgasm.

I would go to jail. I would try and protect Mary as much as I could, but there was no way I wasn’t going away for the rest of my life. But Mary would get to live, and that was worth it. Hell, maybe they’ll give me conjugal visits. The last three weeks of my life with Mary had been the best. I would never want to give them up.

My balls were tightening, Theodora’s gasps was getting heavier and louder. She was enjoying herself, I realized. Well, she might as well enjoy her work. I was getting so close, just a few more strokes and it would be over. I kept staring into Mary’s green eyes. I saw the love in them. She was worth it.

I groaned as my balls tightened and the pleasure surged through my body. My cum shot inside her tight cunt, filling Theodora’s pussy. I could feel her cunt spasming on my cock as she came, her back arching in pleasure. She threw back her head and shouted a single word.

“Zebed!”

I gasped in amazement. Instead of the my power being drawn out of me like I expected, I felt golden power flow into me. The energy was warm and filled every fiber of my body. Every fiber of my soul. I saw Mary’s eyes wideningin amazement. I looked up at Theodora, her face flushed from her orgasm, and her aura was fading from the gold of a nun into the silver of a regular human.

Theodora was no longer a nun.

“What did you do to me?” I asked Theodora in confusion.

To be continued…

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Dear readers, this story is copied from other site with some addition from my side…please enjoy….

Here I am in a Caribbean Resort hotel room in a 69 position with my new daughter-in-law. As we lick each other’s pussy we are both getting fucked in the ass. She is being ass fucked by her new husband who is also my son. I am getting ass fucked by my son’s best friend who was also his best man. Before I finish this scene let me tell you how we all got here.

I am a divorced wife who made out very well in the custody battle and financial settlement. My son and I have lived very comfortably in a stately home. The home is not a mansion but it is plenty big with beautiful private grounds with a security gate. We have a large in-ground pool with very tasteful and comfortable patio furniture. The basement is completely finished with a wet bar, exercise room and recreation room.

My son Jerry had just graduated from college and was planning to get married in a month. Jerry is a good looking young man at age 22 with blonde hair and blue eyes. He is 5’9″ tall and weighs 160 pounds and in excellent shape. He and his best friend Biff work out at our house all the time. Biff is a strapping young man at 6’2″ and 195 pounds. He played football in college and still keeps himself in great shape. He was also 22 years old with brown hair and piercing steel blue eyes.

Jerry was planning to marry Joannie a bleached blonde who I did not care for. I felt she was after Jerry only for our money. Joannie was pretty at 5’7″ and 120 pounds she looked good. Her figure was 34-22-35 without an ounce of body fat. Joannie swam a lot and also worked out with the guys. Her well-tanned body was lean and tight. Her 34b tits were firm and Joannie hardly ever wore a bra. Her short mini-skirts accented her long tan legs. I had often seen had seen Joannie wear thong panties with her curvy ass peeking out from under her skirt.

At 44 years old I was still proud of my figure. I was always small breasted with a 34 b-cup. I had nice legs and a shapely bottom. I was a natural blond with blue eyes. I also made good use of the pool to stay in shape. I had a great tan with no tan lines because I was able to sunbathe in the nude in our private yard. My name is Marla.

Marla watches Biff and Jerry workout

Jerry, Joannie and I were planning the wedding together and we did a lot of shopping together and individually. The wedding and reception would be at our house. Jerry and Joannie would be going to Jamaica for their honeymoon. One day I headed up to go shopping and realized that I forgot something so I went back to the house. I entered the house and I heard Jerry and Biff down in the basement, I figured that they were working out together again. Then I heard Biff speak.

“Oh yeah suck that cock suck it good,” he yelled.

I knew that I shouldn’t but I had to see what was going on in my house. I quietly walked down the stairs and looked into the bar area. There was Biff sitting back on one of the bar stools with my son Jerry on his knees sucking on Biff’s cock. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Here was my son to be married is less than a month sucking on his best man’s cock.

“Man you sure are a great cocksucker Jerry. I think that you may be just a little better than Joannie,” Biff echoed.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and hearing. Was Biff getting blowjobs from both Jerry and Joannie?

“I’m getting close Jerry,” Biff warned.

“Cum on me this time,” Jerry said as he took Biff’s dick out of his mouth and jerked him off with his hand as he fondled Biff’s balls with his other.

I was taken with the size of Biff’s cock. I knew that he had a good package from the times I saw him in his bathing suit but I was not prepared for this. His cock had to be 8-9 inches long and thick enough that my son could not wrap his hand around it.

Jerry continued to jerk off Biff occasionally licking the head of his dick. Then Jerry took the cock head back in and out of his mouth making a popping sound as it left his mouth.

“Here it comes, Jerry,” Biff announced as he shot streams of cum into the air. It landed on his stomach and on my son’s face, hair, chest, and all over the back of his hand.

I had never seen anyone cum that much before. Biff must have fired six or seven volleys of his seed before it just started to ooze out of his dick head. Jerry took Biff’s cock back into his mouth and sucked him dry. He then licked cum off of the back of his hand and off of Biff’s body.

“I love to watch you shoot,” he told Biff.

“What do you like best, watching me shoot or having me cum in your mouth,” Biff asked.

“That’s a tough call. I like watching you shoot barrage after barrage into the air but I also like it when it hits the back of my throat and fills my mouth,” Jerry answered and then went back to sucking Biff’s cock which maintained its erect state.

“Are you ready to fuck me? I really need your cock in my ass now,” my son asked him.

Surely my son is not going to take that monster in his ass I thought to myself. I watched as Jerry retrieved some sort of lubricant and prepared his asshole for Biff’s dick. Biff generously applied the lube to his stiff pecker. My son leaned over the bar stool as Biff got behind him and slowly eased his impressive organ into Jerry’s rectum.

Biff fucked him slowly at first and then picked up the pace. I couldn’t believe that my son could take that entire cock in his ass. Biff was pounding him hard now as his body slammed against my son’s buttocks.

“Oh yeah, give it to me, fuck me hard, fuck me with that ass buster,” my son called out to Biff.

“You have a great looking ass and I love fucking it. I love it as much as fucking Joannie’s ass,” Biff told him as my son was impaled on his cock.

“Take it all in!” he shouted and with one insanely hard thrust he stretched my son’s asshole even more. I thought his cock head would be come out of my son’s open mouth.

“There you go Jerry!” he yelled stopping momentarily as he relished the scene with his entire pole imbedded in my son’s ass. My son was impatiently waiting impatiently for the ass pounding to continue.

“Do you want me to fuck your brains out?” he asked arrogantly.

“Oh God please yes!” my son begged.

With that he pulled his rigid dick out until only his head remained inside of my son’s ass and then he again buried it forcefully to the hilt. Biff repeated the process quickly picking up pace. His sweaty balls smacked right into my son’s ass repeatedly his balls as I watched his bun hole repeatedly stretched and un-stretched over and over. Each slide in and pull out sent a shiver of pleasure up my son’s spine as Biff relentlessly slammed into him. He held my son by the shoulders as he forced himself into him harder and harder.

“Oh that’s incredible!” my son screamed.

“Give it to me, give me your cum, cum in my ass,” Jerry begged him as he jerked on his own cock.

Biff really picked up the pace and rapidly plowed my son’s ass as he raced toward his second orgasm. He held onto to my son’s hips as he pounded his ass. I could tell by the look on Biff’s face that he was really close to cumming.

“Here it comes again,” Biff yelled as his entire body stiffened and he plunged into Jerry’s ass unloading his seed.

“Oh yeah, I can feel it, fill me up, fill up my ass with your jizm,” Jerry called out.

Biff resumed fucking Jerry slowly as Jerry rotated his ass and squeezed his buttocks milking the remaining cum from Biff. Jerry was franticly jerking his own dick in search of his first orgasm. Jerry stiffened with Biff’s cock still impaled in his ass and shot his load across the bar stool. Biff slowly eased his deflating cock out of my son’s ass and it made a popping sound as it cleared his sphincter.

“Man I really know that I’ve been fucked when you fuck me Biff,” Jerry told him as he turned and faced Biff, taking Biff’s cock in his hand and then dropping to his knees to take it back in his mouth.

I was in shock to what I had just witnessed, my own son sucking cock and taking it in the ass. What about Joannie? Did she know what was going on? She was obviously fucking Biff too, so she must know. I watched as the guys began to clean themselves up and then I quietly left the basement. As I walked up the stairs I realized that my own pussy was sopping wet. As appalled as I was I was also turned on by the scene I just witnessed.

I left the house to go shopping as originally planned. As I was driving my mind kept going back to Biff and Jerry. I made up my mind to spy on them some more whenever I could. Would I get to watch Joannie as well? Time would tell.

Joannie joins the guy’s workout

One day the three of them were swimming and sunbathing by our pool. I told them that I was going out for a couple of hours and that I would be home in time for dinner. They bid me farewell and I pretended to leave in hopes that something might happen between them. I was not to be disappointed. Before long I heard them come in from the pool through the doors to the recreation room. They were laughing and joking around and then things got a little quiet. Finally I heard Biff speak.

“Joannie you are doing a great job sucking my cock. I told Jerry the other day that I wasn’t sure who was the better cocksucker, you or him.”

That was my cue to slip downstairs and observe the action. When I got to my observation point I saw that Biff was sitting between Joannie and Jerry on the couch and Joannie had leaned over to suck Biff’s pecker. The three of them were naked and I could see the discarded swim suits nearby on the floor.

“My turn now,” Jerry said as he took Biff’s dick from Joannie and started to suck it.

Joannie moved around and knelt down to take my Jerry’s cock in her mouth. Now my son and future daughter-in-law were both sucking cock, incredible!

Jerry and Joannie kept sucking until both Biff and Jerry came. Biff filled Jerry’s mouth to overflowing with his orgasmic load and Jerry shot his wad into Joannie’s mouth. Jerry and Joannie lick their lips savoring the taste of cum. Biff then had Joannie sit on the sofa as he knelt between her legs to eat her pussy. Jerry sat along side Joannie and they kissed deeply exchanging the remaining cum between them. Biff had lifted Joannie’s legs up on his shoulders and buried his face in her twat. Within minutes Biff had Joannie squirming with her first orgasm.

“Oh shit, oh shit, yeah right there you got the spot. Suck me, nibble me, make me cum,” Joannie yelled out as her body went into spasms with the intensity of her orgasm.

Biff clearly knew what he was doing as he had Joannie going wild. She drenched his face with her pussy cum and he kept right on eating her until she pleaded with him to stop.

“Stop, please stop, no more, I can’t take anymore. Man can you eat pussy,” she gasped.

I witnessed the remarkable recovery of youth for the next several hours as the three of them engaged in a variety of sexual compilations. The men each came at least four times and Joannie had countless orgasms.

Biff was hard again after eating Joannie’s pussy and Joannie wanted his big cock in her cunt. Biff lay back on the sofa and Joannie straddled him lowering herself on his dick. Joannie moaned as the large cock entered her womb. She allowed herself time to adjust to his size and then started fucking herself on his cock. Jerry knelt behind her and began to finger her asshole with the lubricant. Satisfied that she was well greased he eased his 6″ into her ass. Joannie stopped moving and leaned forward slightly so that Jerry would have easy access to her bottom. The guys got into a rhythm and were soon driving Joannie crazy. When Jerry pulled out Biff plowed her pussy and when Biff pulled out Jerry slammed into her ass.

Joannie had multiple orgasms before it was obvious that the guys were close to cumming again. Biff and Jerry picked up the pace and were pounding Joannie’s body. They were not trying to maintain a rhythm but only racing toward their own climatic end.

“Oh fuck me, fuck me, give me your cum, cum in my ass, cum in my pussy, fill me up.” Oh I wish I had another cock for my mouth,” Joannie repeated over and over.

Jerry seemed to cum first based on his body gyrations, then stiffening and gasping as he unloaded in his wife’s to be ass. Biff wasn’t far behind as he started humping Joannie’s cunt and almost bucked Jerry and Joannie off of him with the power of his orgasm. They all collapsed with Biff on the bottom and Joannie sandwiched between them.

After a brief rest the trio moved into position for their finale. Joannie lay on her back as Jerry got between her legs and slipped his cock into her hot pussy. Biff got behind my son and slid his thick cock into his ass. Joannie and Biff let Jerry do all the work humping her pussy and impaling himself on Biff’s dick. Jerry moved faster and faster as he approached his orgasm bringing his two partners off with him. It was amazing as they all seemed to stiffen and cum at the same time. They then collapsed, their bodies totally drained. Once they recovered they headed back out to the pool and I snuck back upstairs with a sopping wet pussy.

Biff Confronts Marla

I had several more opportunities to observe these sex enthusiasts engage in threesome activities and compilations. One day they were shooting pool in the nude and purposely distracting each other during the shot. Jerry was lining up a shot when Joannie jumped up on the pool table and spread her legs.

“I bet you can’t hit my clit,” she said as she opened her labia with her hands and pulled open the protective hood covering her clit.

Jerry replied, “What do you want to bet?”

“The loser has to lick the other one’s asshole,” she said laughingly.

As Jerry took aim Joannie said, “Wait you need a little distraction to make it challenging, Biff fuck his ass.”

Biff then slid his impressive pecker into Jerry’s asshole. Jerry grunted and tried to focus on the shot. Just as Jerry attempted the pool shot Biff plowed into his ass and the ball hit Joannie in the foot.

“You lose,” she yelled as she moved down the table toward Jerry’s face.

Joannie lifted her legs up so that Jerry could lick her asshole as Biff continued to fuck him in the ass. Jerry licked Joannie from her asshole up to her pussy and soon had her cumming on his face. Biff in the meantime shot his load into my son’s ass. Jerry stood up still impaled on Biff’s cock and lifted his own dick toward Joannie’s body and sprayed his cum on her thighs.

These three were insatiable and bordering on sexual deviation. I wondered how long this would go on after Joannie and Jerry were married. I was lost in my thoughts when I realized that Biff was looking toward my hiding place. Had he seen me? Would he say anything? God, I hoped not. I quietly slipped back up stairs praying that I had not been detected.

A couple of days passed and Biff never said a word about seeing me spy on them. I assumed that he had not seen me but I was careful not to return to my hiding place too soon. I thought that if a waited a few more days then I could start spying again undetected.

One weekend the three of them planned a trip with some friends up to the lake. I was glad to finally have the house and pool to myself for a few days. Saturday was a hot day and I chose to hang out by the pool all day. I set the security system so that I would not be disturbed as I decided to read a good book as I sunbathed in the nude. I was totally into the book when I was startled by Biff’s voice.

“Catching some rays, Marla?” he observed.

I quickly reached for my robe but he had already moved it out of my reach. I dropped my book and covered my breasts with one hand and my vulva with the other.

“What are you doing here? I thought you went to the lake. How did you get in?” I asked nervously.

“I decided to pass on the lake and hang out by your pool. Jerry gave me the security code so I just let myself in. You don’t mind if I join you do you?” he replied

“I certainly do mind. I wanted some privacy today and I would like you leave now!” I said trying to sound firm.

He laughed and started to take off his clothes and said, “I’ll just stay for a little while and work on my tan lines.”

I was appalled with his behavior and shocked when he striped naked. I stared briefly at his penis which even in its soft state was 6″ long. I broke my stare and flipped over on my stomach to face away from him.

“Hey what’s the big deal? It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before,” he said.

He knew, he had seen me spying on them and there was no denying it. He then surprised me by straddling my legs and patting my buttocks.

“You have a nice ass Marla in fact you have a great figure. Let me put some lotion on you so that you don’t sun burn,” he offered.

I felt him squirt the lotion on my shoulders and back and lean forward to rub it in to my skin. As he leaned forward I felt the weight of his now erect cock resting on my ass cheeks. I protested and tried to squirm away but he just held me still and covered my body with lotion.

He worked his way down from my shoulders to the small of my back and then started with my calves and worked up to my thighs. Then he began to massage my ass and I felt a familiar stirring in my loins. I was red as a beet but it wasn’t from the sun. I tried one more time to avoid his advances but to no avail. Biff spent a long time massaging my ass cheeks and inner thighs and occasionally let his hand slip between them.

He took hold of my shoulders and slowly turned me over on my back. I was just about to protest again when he kissed me deeply plunging his tongue into my mouth. His tongue sought out mine and he had me reeling in passion. I resolved to allow him to have his way with me. After all isn’t that what I wanted?

Biff kissed his way from my lips to my jaw line and along my neck. He lightly kissed, licked and nibbled my neckline softly. Then he tongued my ear just enough to add stimulation. I wanted to protest but felt extremely pleasurable.

He then worked his way further down to my chest kissing me along the way. When he finally reached my breasts he gently squeezed them and rolled my nipples between his fingers. It had been so long and I felt so feminine, so exquisite and I longed for more of his touches and caresses.

Biff looked into my eyes and whispered, “You have great tits.” Why couldn’t he refer to them as breasts I wondered as he teased, kissed and squeezed my breasts? He tortured me by neglecting my nipples as he went close and blew his warm breath over them exciting me and increasing my desire.

I was on the edge and close to an orgasm just from his foreplay. I urgently craved the touch that would provide my much needed release. Biff brought me to the edge of desire and allowed me to linger there as he touched me. His one hand cupped my vulva and probed at the opening of my moist passage while he continued to tweak and tease my nipples. His wet warm mouth covered my other breast filling me with lust. My desire to cum increased.

Biff had me to the point that I would orgasm if he touched my clit. I was overheated and my pussy was on fire. Just a touch would have ignited my flame and sent me crashing over the edge. A moan escaped my lips as I beseeched him to touch me. “Please, please,” I implored him.

“Please what Marla? What do you want me to do? Do you want to cum?” he asked me in a seductive tone.

“Oh yes, let me cum,” I pleaded.

He pushed both my breasts together and took both nipples into his mouth and sucked them. He would release them letting them pop out of his mouth and repeated the process until my hips were moving of their own accord. He then slid his tongue across them and flicked them back and forth but stopped before I exploded in orgasm.

As he touched the tip of my labia he inserted his finger inside my juicy and wet pussy searching for my clit. He then spread his remaining fingers opening my outer lips as he slid his finger back and forth over my hard pearl.

Biff then knelt and placed his warm mouth on my moisture. He flattened his tongue and slid it back and forth as he licked the length of my slit. My vulva was swollen with desire as he licked and sucked my juices from me holding my clit firmly between his lips. My muscles contracted in spasm and I squirted cum over his fingers and mouth. I moaned and trembled as my body grew weak from my intense climax. Little did I know that the best was yet to come and what was in store for me.

Biff neatly lapped up the remainder of my pussy cum and then he moved up the lounge chair and kissed me deeply allowing me to taste myself from his lips.

“See how delicious you taste. Your pussy really puffs up when you get excited and you are a real squirter,” he told me.

“Biff, my pussy always swelled when I was excited and for as long as I could remember I would squirt cum out in streams. My ex-husband didn’t like that and he would not eat my pussy to climax. He also made fun of my pussy because of the swollen size,” I confessed.

“Well I kind of dig it having you shoot your juice into my mouth. When I scuba dive I see a fish called a Puffer fish because it puffs up when excited. Now I have seen a puffer pussy,” he teased me.

“Now I want to make you feel good and we have just begun,” he said stroking my face tenderly.

Biff stood up and his big cock stretched forward. I was looking at the largest cock that I have seen if my life. Biff’s cock looked twice as big as my ex-husband’s dick. It had to be at least 9″ long and over 5″ around. Biff was obviously proud of his manhood as he almost posed letting it wave in front of my face. I had the urge to take his cock in my mouth but I had never sucked a cock this large before and I was afraid.

He pushed me gently back on the lounge and I lay back all the way, spreading my legs for him. Biff positioned himself between my thighs, took my face in his hands and leaned in to kiss me. I wrapped my arms tightly around him and held him almost in fear of the penetration I knew was to come. He slowly inched his impressive organ into me stretching my womb as he did. I whimpered into his mouth and trembled against him trying hard to control myself. Once he had gotten completely into me he paused and allowed me to adjust to his size before he started fucking me. I had never been so full and it seemed like every fiber in my pussy was alive and tingling.

Biff broke our kiss and looked down into my eyes. “Marla, are you okay?” he asked showing concern.

Unable to speak at that moment I nodded yes and shifted slightly beneath him letting myself adjust to his tremendous girth. As I lay there the feeling of being stretched diminished and was replaced by a wonderful sensation. I knew then that I wanted more.

“Please fuck me,” I whispered.

“With pleasure,” he replied as a smile spread across his face and he began moving his hips. In and out he fucked me very slowly at first and got my juices running and coating us both. He ground his pelvis into me with each inward thrust keeping his cock in constant contact with my clit. I moaned quietly as he pushed into me and gradually increased the pace. Each drive became more powerful than the last pushing deeper into me with more urgency. My moans became louder and as his strokes became quicker. As if a reflex I drew my knees up closer to my chest which gave him a deeper target. In one fluid motion Biff threw my legs over his shoulders and leaned forward supporting himself on his forearms so as not to crush me. He was breathing heavier now and grunting each time he plunged his cock into me. He ground himself harder and harder into me the friction on my clit so was unbearable. His cock was stroking my insides and stimulating my G-spot and his pelvis grinded onto my clit. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to another climax.

“Biff, I am really close. I am going to cum again,” I whimpered almost out of breath.

“Cum for me, Marla I want you to cum for me,” as said as he sped up and pushed harder and faster

Biff fucked me as hard and fast as he could as I came and came and came. My body shook uncontrollably my pussy walls clamped around his cock and I dug my nails into his shoulders as he continued to fuck me hard. As I came down from my incredible high I could feel Biff began to tense up.

“Oh here it comes Marla, I’m going to cum, oh yeah here it is!” Biff exclaimed as with one final shove into me he stiffened and came shooting his load deep within me.

I could feel volley after volley of cum hit the walls of my vagina as Biff spasm and ground against me. The grinding on my clit sent me over the edge once more as Biff flooded my pussy. As we settled down my legs slowly slipped from his body and lay limp on the lounge. Biff collapsed gently on me with our bodies covered with perspiration and the love juices from our intense orgasms. We rested for awhile holding each other. It seemed like we were together for hours and I wondered what time it was. Remarkably we had only been at it just over an hour.

Biff said, “Let’s grab a shower and then hit the pool.”

Strangely enough I did not feel guilty or embarrassed by the encounter. I was now comfortable with my nudity and I walked naked into the house leading Biff to the shower. I felt good about myself and I was proud to show off my body. I entered the shower and relaxed under the cascade of hot water when Biff joined me. We began to wash each other as we were anxious to feel more of each other. I soaped up Biff’s testicles and penis until he was fully erect again in the shower.

I lifted his testicles to feel the weight of Biff’s balls and his sacs were full and bursting again with desire. I maneuvered the rigid engorged cock between my legs and rubbed it against my clit. I then placed the tip of his cock at the entrance of my vagina and rolled the head against my muscular walls opening them slightly.

Biff unable to wait any longer grabbed my buttocks and drew me closer until the mushroomed head of his cock just slipped inside. Using his hips for leverage he forced more of his penis in me until all nine-inches were buried within and the silky walls of my cavern clung to the invader. I enjoyed the feel of his massive intruder as Biff pushed me against the shower wall. Forcing me back against the wall his long cock is evoking wondrous feelings in my pussy. After several minutes of bucking his hips against my pelvis he grunted vocally and I now knew that meant he was not too far off. My vaginal walls convulsed around the stiff manhood my hips gyrated wantonly and I experienced yet another satisfying orgasm. I felt his eruption approaching and his hot liquid suddenly splashed against my insides.

We stayed in the embrace for a few minutes allowing our emotions to subside. I stepped back from Biff and his limp cock plopped out easily. I contemplated taking it into my mouth, sucking off his cum and tasting my own juices intermixed with his, but decided to save that for another time.

Biff and I rinsed off and then headed out to the pool. The rest of the day we swam, chatted and sunbathed in the nude. That evening Biff would stay for dinner and stay for the night. We made passionate love several more times that night until I almost passed out from exhaustion brought on by my intense orgasms.

The next morning I awoke with mixed feelings and with Biff in my bed. I regretted letting my emotions get the best of me but at the same time I was ecstatic with orgasmic bliss. I looked at Biff laying there with his impressive organ in a semi-erect state and I could not resist taking it in my mouth.

I sat naked on the bed before him. My nipples and cunt were alive with desire as I brought his hard cock to my lips. I tried to picture what I looked like; the prim and proper mother of the groom opening her mouth to run her tongue across the head of the best man’s cock. Soon Biff’s cock was deep in my mouth and as he fully awoke he chanted my name.

“Oh Marla that’s it, suck me, suck my cock, lick my balls, play with my balls,” he directed.

I could tell from his hip movements, deep breathing and his inability to continue his suggestive talk that he was close to cumming. It wouldn’t be long now before I tasted his sperm. With me still sucking his cock, Biff eased back on the bed and lay down. I turned sideways so that I could suck his cock deeper into my mouth. I was only able to take about 5″ of his cock although I continued to test my gag line which drove him crazy. I was so engrossed in sucking Biff’s cock that I never heard or saw anyone enter the room.

Sitting on the bed and leaning over to keep Biff’s cock in my mouth had caused my legs to splay open. I suddenly felt a pair of hands on my thighs tugging them open even further. Without removing the cock from my mouth I looked over and saw a totally naked Joannie kneeling between my legs. She began kissing my thighs and around my pubes as her hands caressed my hips and my belly. I turned my attention back to Biff’s cock and I felt Joannie descend to take her kisses to my pussy as she desired to taste and eat from my swollen cunt. I couldn’t stop my hips from rocking back and forth I wanted to cum so badly against her voracious tongue. Her hands and fingers were now caressing my ass. Then her soft warm hand was on my breast caressing and pulling on my hardened nipples as her wet soft kisses sucked at my clit and lips. I came again and again intensely with her mouth glued to my mound and her tongue in my pussy.

Biff sensed my orgasm and continued fucking my face as I stretched my neck trying to keep his cock within my lips again while I fucked Joannie’s face. I continued to lick and suck Biff’s cock and balls before running my tongue under his scrotum across his perineum. He moaned loudly as my one hand circled and squeezed the head of his slick cock and I cupped his bloated balls with the other hand.

Suddenly I felt his hand on the back of my head, grasping my hair forcing me down on his cock. I obediently sucked around the length of his pole, while his cock erupted with hot jets of cum flooding my mouth. As hard as I tried I couldn’t swallow all of his cum quick enough and it ran out of my mouth down my face and dripped on my tits. I whimpered as I licked him clean sluttishly tasting his cum and trying to see up into his eyes. Joannie licked the remaining cum from my tits and sucked on my nipples.

“Hasn’t she just got the greatest nubs,” Joannie asked Biff as she twirled my rock hard nipples in her fingers. I just moaned in the lust of the moment.

I still had some of Biff’s cum on my lips as he moved me onto my back on the bed as if I weighed nothing. He surprised me kissing me deeply and plunging his tongue into my mouth apparently he wasn’t concerned about tasting his own cum. I was so aroused and in such need of his cock in me. I came immediately as he parted my legs penetrating my wet vagina with one deep stroke. My cunt was contracting around his hard cock in a spasmodic frenzy griping his shaft as wave after wave of obscene pleasure coursed through my body.

Joannie straddled my face and began to lower her blond pussy toward my mouth. I panicked and in a less than convincing protest said to Joannie, “I have never done that, please don’t make me do it.”

“Don’t be silly it’s about time you learned to eat pussy. Just do what I did to you,” she directed.

“Marla if you are half as good eating pussy as you are sucking cock Joannie is going to be very pleased,” encouraged Biff.

I leaned forward and slowly stuck out my tongue. I wasn’t sure exactly how to do it so I just sort of pretended I was licking the ice cream off of a cone. I took one, slow lick as I flattened my tongue on Joannie’s bare mound. It felt so smooth and warm and I had achieved the desired effect from the moan I know that Joannie enjoyed it. To my surprise I enjoyed the taste of her and I kept licking and eating her. I pointed my tongue and burrowed into her pussy as it parted her labia and my tongue was rewarded with the exquisite taste of her juice. Soon I was like a puppy at a saucer of milk, licking and lapping up as much as I could as fast as I could.

Joannie was obviously enjoying what I was doing and she reached down with both hands and spread herself wide making it so much easier for my tongue to explore her pussy. My tongue explored all of her as my mind took notes of what seemed to turn her on. Joannie was breathing rapidly and she moaned softly whenever I got near her hard pearl. As I searched out her hard clit still just barely hidden she tensed and began to quiver. After I felt like I had teased her opening as much as I could with my tongue it was time to see her reaction when my tongue finally touched that pearl just as she had done to me earlier.

As I worked on Joannie’s clit my own orgasm was building from the pounding of Biff’s cock into my pussy. Like an animal out of control his hip movements continued to rapidly move his rigid cock in and out of my wetness causing me to cry out again. My legs spread further for this man and his insistent cock in both our vigorous efforts to cum again. My scream was muffled in Joannie’s pussy as another orgasm gushed forth from me.

Biff thrust his dick deeply into me. His hard cock was pulsating in a long deep climax as it filled my wet vagina with his sperm. My womb flooded with the co-mingling of our juices. As I started to recover I turned my attention back to Joannie.

I burrowed my tongue as deep into her as I could and then I just sort of licked and sucked my way up. When I got to her pearl I used the very tip of my tongue to push back the little hood. I was truly amazed at its size. I flicked my tongue over it once and then used the tip to explore the folds of flesh on either side of it. Joannie was now moaning and she used her fingers to pull her hood back as she arched herself so that her pearl stuck out even further like a little cock. I nuzzled it with my nose taking in her scent and I licked it once more before I took it between my teeth and gently nibbled it.

Joannie went wild and started bucking and calling out my name. She let go of her own fleshy hood and pulled my head to her pussy as she cried out in ecstasy. I sucked her clit as deep in my mouth as I could and Joannie humped my face for all she was worth. I was excited that I was able to get her that excited and I sucked harder and played with this wonderful new toy with my lips, tongue and teeth. I don’t know exactly how many times Joannie came but finally she rolled off of me and collapsed on the floor, her body in spasms.

The three of us lay panting on the floor exhausted and sexually sated. Joannie was the first to speak.

“Marla, I have never been eaten out better than that. It is hard to believe that it was your time eating pussy,” she sighed.

“Ditto on the cock sucking,” chimed in Biff. “You were incredible that was the quickest I have cum in a long time,” he continued.

“I can’t believe myself either,” I gasped. “In the last two days I’ve had more sex than I had in the past two years!” I exclaimed.

“What do you think now,” asked Biff?

“I can’t believe that I just had sex with my son’s future wife and his best man. Yet I have never been more satisfied and I am hooked on you two. What are we going to tell Jerry?” I said.

“You let me handle Jerry,” Joannie quipped. “Right now I am horny again.”

Joannie lay back on the bed and said, “Give me some more of your magic Marla. Come on and eat my pussy again.”

I looked at her gorgeous form sprawled on the bed and crawled to her on all fours. I buried my face in her mound and shoved my tongue deep into her womb. Joannie loved to have her pussy eaten.

“Oh yeah!” she exclaimed as she trembled.

Biff got behind me to fuck me doggy style and slid his rock hard cock into my pussy. As I ate Joannie and Biff fucked me, he started to play with my ass. My pussy was dripping wet and Biff used my natural lubrication to finger my asshole. At first I was apprehensive and then it started to turn me on.

Biff pulled out of me and I felt a huge void in my pussy as cool air temporarily filled my hole. “Stay right there,” Biff told me as he left the bed and went into the bathroom.

When he returned he knelt behind me and once again shoved his big dick into my pussy. He started to play with my bum again and squirted some type of lotion in the crack of my ass. He massaged the lotion into my asshole and began to finger me once again. The lotion made me very slick and his finger slid easily in and out of my anus.

Joannie was holding onto my head keeping it in her box as she watched him fingering my ass when she yelled to Biff, “Fuck her in the ass. I want to see you fuck her ass.”

“Yeah, you want it in your ass Marla?” I heard Biff say as I felt his cock press harder against my virgin ass hole.

“No please no!” I cried, shaking my head from side to side with my face still pressing against Joannie’s quim. “I’ve never done that, you’re too big. You’ll ruin me.”

“Don’t be silly he’s not going to ruin you. If I can take him you certainly can take him in your ass. You just need to be broken in,” Joannie said.

Biff spread plenty of lotion on his cock and then covered it with his saliva making it very slick. Then with one steady motion he plunged his cock into my asshole.

He was gigantic, long and wide and I screamed as he began to work his way into my poor tight ass. I could actually feel my stomach cramping around him as he stirred my insides and it burned when I clenched my ass muscles convulsing around his thickness. Shaking and sobbing with painful ecstasy, I fell forward onto Joannie with his hands keeping my ass high in the air for him to plunder.

I screamed into Joannie’s pussy as it felt like a hot thick poker had just been rammed into my ass. Tears filled my eyes as my violated asshole spread to accommodate Biff’s thick cock. I tried to get away but Joannie held me by my ears pulling my face into her womb.

I cried out loud only to have the sound muffled by Joannie’s cunt as his complete length filled me. I felt him flex his cock deep within my bowels as the searing pain continued. Biff reached one hand under me again and teased a nipple. Then he moved his other hand down and rubbed softly against my clit. My body responded to his stimulus and my stomach convulsed with mixed signals.

The intrusion in my ass didn’t feel quite so bad now as Biff’s fingers continued to tease my clit. I felt him move inside my ass now and I tried to relax my ass muscles. My body was working back and forth on his cock now and I was amazed at the feeling of the cock in my ass. My clit was buzzing and the fullness in my ass just seemed to excite my pussy even more.

Biff started hammering into my ass now. His fingers were still busy on my clit but now he had two fingers drilling in my pussy as the others fluttered around my clit. My whole body was aflame as I could feel his fingers pressing against the thin membrane separating my ass from my pussy. I could feel his hard cock sliding in me and the pressure of the fingers on his cock through the membrane.

Joannie yelled out, “Oh yeah, fuck her, fuck her ass, fuck it good!”

I didn’t need Biff to force me on his cock anymore, nor did I need Joannie holding onto my ears. My entire body was fucking back at him of its own accord. I could feel an enormous orgasm building with in me. My pussy was swollen to new proportions.

“Oh God,” I thought to myself, “I’m going to cum again, Oh God!”

Biff continued plowing into me. The hot dry depths of my ass were so tight around his cock I knew that he was going to cum hard too. He worked his fingers faster inside me as he rammed his cock hard into my ass. I started sucking Joanne’s twat like a mad woman. His groin made hard contact with my ass. I could taste Joannie’s wetness leaking around my mouth and the air was filled with the smell of pussy juices saturating the room.

I felt my pussy spasm suddenly and then my whole body went rigid. I felt his cock swell in my rectum and then hot spurts of liquid lava hit me deep in my bowels, giving me my first cum enema. I screamed into Joannie’s mound and sucked on her clit. I could taste her sweet juices as I sucked hard and bit on her clit. All of us shuddered hard as every muscle tensed and then relaxed. I felt a hot explosion as my body was overcome with the most violent orgasm I had ever had. I could still feel his cock throbbing and spurting deep within me.

I was still sucking hard on Joannie’s pussy trying to milk every last drop of cunt juice from her. I felt Biff’s cock shrink in my ass and then slowly back out making an audible popping sound. My ass was still high in the air and my thighs were aching. Biff lovingly caressed my shapely ass cheeks.

The three of us collapsed on my bed totally drained from the intense fuck session. As we recovered I felt like I had reached an all time low. Although I handled the ass fucking I was humiliated and I felt totally dominated. It was a strange feeling to be satiated and ashamed at the same time. Joannie broke the ice.

“Marla you should come with us to Jamaica on our honeymoon,” she said.

“Sure that is just what you and Jerry needs a chaperone, a mother with his son and new wife on their honeymoon,” I replied laughingly.

“No seriously, Biff is coming with us and we have a room for four people. You would be perfect,” she continued.

“She’s right Marla, we made reservations for four people and I was going to invite someone so I can invite you,” Biff added.

“So let me get this straight you and Jerry were going to have Biff and another woman join you on your honeymoon and stay in the same room?” I asked.

“That’s right. You know we are into group sex and that the three of us are fucking one another. Now that we have fucked you it makes sense for you to join us,” Biff said and Joannie nodded her confirmation.

“Even if I agreed to be with you two, what about my son Jerry. How could I even be in the same room with him if we were all fucking?” I asked.

“I told you I would handle Jerry,” Joannie snapped.

“It’s a lot to throw at me at this time but I will let you know. My immediate response is no way!” I replied.

I looked at Biff and noticed that his cock was getting hard again. Joannie followed my eyes and leaned over and took his cock in her mouth. She sucked him to a full erection.

“God does that thing ever stop!” I gasped.

“I want your ass again Marla,” Biff demanded.

Biff and Joannie manipulated Marla onto all fours again. “I am going to shove my cock up your ass and cum inside of you again Marla,” Biff whispered in my ear as he nibbled the back of my neck.

I shivered as he moved the head of his cock against my moist puckered ring and slowly pressed forward. In spite of the previous fucking the head strained to pop through and I let out a little groan of pain. But slowly the pressure from his iron hard dick forced my little ring to open like a flower and suddenly the large mushroom head slipped past the sphincter and into my ass. I let out a groan as my rear passage was stretched once again to accommodate Biff’s ample girth.

Joannie slipped underneath me and began to lick my pussy. Her talented tongue soon had me writhing in ecstasy causing my ass to tighten around Biff’s dick.

He continued to slowly stroke in and out of my tight ass until all nine inches were tightly packed up my ass. I began to moan and my whole body shook from the strain and my impending orgasm. Biff began to slowly fuck me as Joannie munched on my pussy then he picked up the pace and penetrated me with long hard strokes that used the entire length of his great cock. I was going nuts. I loved the feel of his cock as it pulled out then came crashing back in and his big heavy balls bounced off my vulva with Joannie sucking on my clit. I started to thrash about uncontrollably, gasping and moaning with pleasure. When Joannie took my clit in her teeth, I exploded with my sixth or seventh orgasm of the day.

Biff continued to hammer my ass with long strokes. Suddenly I felt that familiar tension in my ass and I knew he was close. He began to piston his raging cock harder into my searing ass in searching for his release, which only served to increase the intensity of my orgasm. I was yelling and moaning, clawing and scratching at the bedcover begging him to finish and for Joannie to stop eating my pussy.

Biff pulled his powerful tool out until just the head was in my ass then he reached under me and grabbed my tits and slammed once more full force into my ass. He did that a couple of more times and then let out a loud groan as he emptied his seed deep into my bowels. I couldn’t believe how much cum he shot into me as his dick continued to hammer into my ass. His cum flooded my ass and I could feel it back out and run down between my ass cheeks and over my pussy where Joannie’s mouth was there to suck up the excess. Biff and Joannie showered, dressed and left the house, leaving me on my bed with cum dripping from my asshole and pussy.

I awoke the next morning with my body aching all over and a constipated feeling. I took a long hot bubble bath to sooth my aching muscles and tender ass. Afterward I tried to check the damage to my asshole with a mirror. Surprisingly everything looked normal. I still couldn’t believe that I had allowed Biff to fuck me in the ass not once, but twice and that I had eaten Joannie’s pussy.

I still could not get over the audacity of those two to invite me on the honeymoon trip. Well I would put a stop to that behavior and I would be sure not to let my guard down again. At least I thought that I could control myself but the image of Biff’s large cock filled my mind.

Marla, Joannie and Biff Unite Again

Only two days passed before Joannie, Biff and I were naked in my king size bed. My son Jerry was off running some errands and Joannie and Biff stayed behind. It started at the pool with the three of us shedding our suits and playing touch and feely games. Then we moved quickly to my bedroom, I could just not resist these two.

Biff’s fully inflated cock protruding from his hips straight up was a very welcome sight and I moved immediately to crouch over the bulbous head. Biff held onto my hips as Joannie separated my labia lips as I gently lowered my self upon his stiff manhood. Inch after inch of his fantastic cock gradually disappeared with in my moist canal until my perineum was resting against his testicles and rubbing his swollen scrotum.

I leaned forward to kiss Biff and his tongue thrust deep into my receptive mouth. Joannie stroked my back and reached under to fondle my breasts and gently pinch my nipples. The sensation of being filled with all of Biff’s nine inches was incredible occasionally he would buck his hips upwards driving his bloated cock even further inside me.

I sat up straight and moved my hips back and forth on Biff’s frame fucking myself on his engorged member. Joannie kissed me deeply plunging her tongue in my throat as she continued to massage my tits and tweak my hard little nubs. As Biff thrust up into my womb, Joannie had slipped behind me to work my ass. She massaged my shapely firm buttocks and tickled my little tight rosebud.

Joannie used her hands to pry my ass cheeks apart and began to lick my snug bung hole. She had done this to me before but never with a cock in my pussy and another one in my mouth. I was going wild with the two way sensations. I felt a warm liquid at my puckered opening as Joannie applied some form of lubricant to it. She coated my tiny opening and smeared it around lubricating the rim. She then eased one of her fingers into my rectum and slowly began to finger fuck my ass. I was going wild and picked up the pace as I rocked my body on Biff’s thick cock.

Joannie removed her fingers and pulled the globes of my ass apart planting kisses on them and rimming my anus. Then I felt something larger at the entrance to my ass and I panicked not knowing what it was. I was about to protest when Joannie appeared at my side and began to rub my tits again before moving in front of me and guiding my face to her pussy. Then I heard Biff.

“Jerry will fuck your ass now Marla. You remember your son Jerry don’t you? You do want to be fucked in the ass again don’t you Marla?” Biff said but more an announcement than a question.

I felt Jerry’s hardened dick nestled against the entrance to my rectum momentarily before it began to force its way inside me. His cock struggled to stretch my resistant muscles. I tired to move to avoid the anal penetration and shook my head in protest. My screams were lost on the pussy in my mouth.

Joannie tried to coach and console me, “Relax Marla there will be a little pain at first, then some cramping and a bloated feeling. After that it will feel good and you will wonder why you waited so long to have your ass and pussy fucked at the same time.”

Her words did little to comfort me. I felt the head of Jerry’s penis burrow in and my rigid passageway soon yielded to the determined action of his cock. The pain was excruciating but as Joannie had said it was short lived. I was steadily being pounded at both ends, my taut muscles gripping the engorged cocks inside me. I ground myself upon the massive dick forcing its way deep into my cervix and then I drew backwards impaling myself on the inflated member worming around inside my ass. The three of them held me in place with their bodies while their hands freely roamed over my body. I felt an arousal in my body and an overpowering heat in my holes. All the while Biff reached up and simultaneously caressed my breasts and tugged and squeezed my nipples.

“I know exactly the joy of ecstasy that you are feeling Marla for I had the very same two cocks in me last night,” Joannie announced wickedly.

Suddenly I felt the cock inside my ass swell up and it started pumping faster. Within minutes I felt the warm fluid from Jerry’s cock being squirted inside my anus and I immediately started to cum myself, my walls convulsed around Biff’s intruder fucking my cunt. Biff grunted as his whole body became stiff and soon he began slamming his cock harder into me. I writhed around and my body arched off the bed as a climax of massive proportion tore through my loins. I could feel my moisture gushing out and intermixing with Biff’s semen.

Joannie was the last to erupt as she grabbed my head and pulled me closer to her pelvis plastering her womanhood against my face. I ran my hand across her pussy and plunged three fingers into her dripping twat, as I swallowed every drop of her oozing discharge. I collapsed on the bed along side Biff and Joannie. They both stroked my body as Joannie moved lower to suck cum out of my pussy. Before long the guys were hard again and ready for more.

I again straddled Biff’s cock and this time Jerry was to have my mouth and Joannie my ass. I sucked Jerry’s pecker into my mouth and I was well on my way to another triple penetration. The ever present Joannie was rimming my ass and tongue probing my anus.

“Look at you Marla taking all this cock at once, I never dreamed that you would become such a slut and such a good fuck,” Joannie said in a praising manner.

I was to take two more man loads in my holes from Jerry and Biff. Once again Joannie was there to clean my pussy. Now I know that I have reached total debauchery. I felt guilty but good and I was sore but pleasured. I had of mixture of feelings and I struggled with them all.

“Mother I really think that you should come with us on our honeymoon. We already have four plane tickets and room accommodations,” my son said.

I lay there contemplating the fact that my son had just cum in my ass and my mouth and now he was inviting me to join them on their honeymoon. I knew the honeymoon would just be a continuation of our fuck fest so I thought, “Why not?” What else could happen that hadn’t already happened. I would find out in a few days.

“Okay after all we have been through this week, why not!” I exclaimed.

“Great, let’s celebrate,” said Biff. “Marla I have to have your ass again.”

We rotated our bodies so that Joannie and I were in a 69 position eating each other’s pussy. Biff shoved his huge cock in my ass and Jerry fucked Joannie’s ass. We stayed like this until we all came again. We then showered and went out to the pool where we sun bathed nude, sipped cocktails and talked about the upcoming wedding and honeymoon. I learned that the resort in Jamaica was an all inclusive couples resort. It had a clothing optional beach and nude Jacuzzi. Biff told us that it was often frequented by straight, bi-sexual, gay and lesbian couples and that swinging couples also vacationed there.

“Yummy,” teased Joannie and she licked her lips.

I thought to myself, “My God what have I gotten myself into?”

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Stacey and Linnea’s parents are upset when Linnea tells them she’s a slut

Chapter 8, In which I share too much information

It had been another long trip, but I’d finished up in time to catch the early afternoon flight. I was fired up and eager to be home and share the good news: I’d landed another big contract, and was on the inside track to land salesperson of the year and a stupendous bonus.

Thanks to some coaching from Stacey, I’d learned that a little more T&A went a long way. A modest outlay for edgy outfits, stockings instead of pantyhose, and so forth, had turned into whopping increases in signed business.

Some of my competitors and colleagues had cried foul, but I chalked it up as envy. I mean, what really was the difference between outsourcing to a stripper or escort, and doing it myself?

I hadn’t tried really cheating — with magic — since the one trip to Texas. It hadn’t worked out so well, and Stacey had decided it was too risky to keep trying. Besides, it felt good to know I’d won all the business on my own without any tricks, no matter what the whiners said. If I put out to close a deal — and honestly, it was as much pleasure as business for me — why, I was only doing what they’d always accused me of anyway.

Stacey put up with it all as a necessary evil, because I was supporting us and I always came home to her. She’d never asked me, so I felt no compulsion to tell her I was still in regular contact with Jenny, my secret lover.

I pulled out my phone and looked at the latest picture from her. “Creaming for you,” she’d texted, along with the close-up of her sexy pussy peeking out from beneath a super-short flouncy miniskirt. She’d kept the hair off, just like I did, and her tan lines had faded almost completely.

“You slut,” I typed back. “Maybe next month! XOXOX.” I liked to send her creampie shots when I was on the road; if our schedules matched, we’d have phone sex every night I was away. I was really looking forward to my next trip to Texas, and not just because the weather was turning.

I’d come to realize that while Jenny and I were sharers, my roommates — although I loved them both dearly — were more self-centered. I could spend hours with my head trapped between Stacey’s thighs, giving her a leisurely tongue bath and bringing both of us to one climax after another, but it was the only time she let me touch myself.

Then there was Michael. It was kind of hard to explain, but he used my ass for gay sex. I’d been reluctant at first, but the feel of him sodomizing me really got me off now, and I’d made it clear to Stacey that I had no intention of denying him.

Anyway, it was obvious Stacey was jealous of the time I spent with Michael, even though I was careful to make sure I spent equal time with both of them. I’d tried doing a three-way once, but it hadn’t been a success. The sensation of eating out Stacey while getting cornholed by Michael had me cumming so hard I’d actually peed myself, but the two of them had glared at each other the entire time.

Maybe I’d try it again with Jenny, if we could find a willing guy. I laughed, earning a curious look from the cabbie. She and her boyfriend, Daniel, had broken up, but I was pretty sure finding a man we could share wouldn’t be a problem.

Part of it was that Jenny was just so easy-going once you got to know her. Stacey wasn’t really a bitch, but she had higher expectations. It was hard to listen to complaints about how we didn’t have a car, and how the apartment was too small, and so on. The car, anyway, felt like a senseless waste of money for a city girl, but Stacey thought we deserved one. I felt bad about disappointing her, but it had only motivated me to work harder. I was hoping news of my latest successes would help cheer her up.

“I’m home!” I called, guiding my roller bag through the doorway. I took a deep breath, savoring the scent of Stacey’s candles. They littered our apartment since she’d moved in, but it smelled like she’d lit more of them than usual. It was a little like a cigar lounge, except it didn’t make me want to cough. I inhaled deeply again, and then let my accumulated tension flow away as I exhaled.

“Linnea! We were just talking about you!” Stacey called from the couch. The sound of her voice made my heart take flight and my cunny drip. “Look who came to visit!”

My jaw dropped. I hadn’t seen or spoken to my parents in three years, and there they were, sitting on our couch. Thank God I was wearing the skirt without the dried semen on it! “Daddy! Mom! This is such a surprise!” I was happy to see them, but couldn’t help feeling a little put out that I’d have to wait awhile longer to get fucked.

“I see you’re working hard to be as big a disappointment as he was,” Daddy groused. I don’t think he’d said Peter’s name since meeting Michael, except probably to tell his lawyer to stop the trust payments. “Have you no shame?”

“Oh, Edward, we haven’t seen Linnea since forever. Can’t you withhold judgment for a few minutes?” Mom always was playing the peacemaker. She looked at me closely as we hugged and commented, “You’re looking — cosmopolitan — dear.”

Warned by her tone of voice, I gave myself a quick once-over. I wasn’t much wrinkled, and I’d fixed my hair and lipstick in the cab. My sheer blouse showed my breasts to good effect, and my nipples were erect with anticipation as usual. The skirt wasn’t my favorite, a little longer than I now preferred, but there was nothing wrong with it. It didn’t feel like my stockings or garters had shifted.

I looked quizzically at Stacey and shrugged minutely. She wasn’t showing any signs of disapproval, so I just let things slide. “You’re looking good,” I told Mom, only half-lying. She was still in good shape for her age, but her breasts were sagging and her bush really needed to be cleaned up.

Then I just couldn’t wait any longer and moved over to Stacey and gave her a big honey-I’m-home kiss. I clung to her, sucking on her tongue and pressing my tits against hers, until she gently pushed me away. Still arm in arm, I turned back to look at my parents.

Daddy glowered at me while he continued stroking his erection, but it was his usual expression, so I didn’t take it personally. “Is it true?” Mom asked. “You’re with this girl?”

“Show her,” the girl in question urged, so I unzipped the skirt and stepped out of it. Not wanting to wrinkle it, I laid it across the arm of the couch, taking care not to disturb the candles smoking on the side table.

I stepped in front of my audience and spread my legs slightly. Mom squinted at the rings shining in the uneven light of the candles; Stacey casually hooked a pinky through one and pulled me forward so Mom could see better. There were two rings cradling my clit: one in front that ran vertically through my hood, and a second horizontal ring actually set behind it.

Both of them brushed my clit every time I moved. Now that I was fully healed, they made my morning treadmill sessions more pleasurable, and the sensations I felt when somebody fucked me were really intense, although I still liked anal better.

Stacey had seemed a little annoyed when she’d first seen them, but they were a part of me now. “She got them for me,” she told my mother, which was true as far as she knew.

“You’re so bare,” Mom whispered, extending a finger to trace the skin around my leaking pussy. “You haven’t looked this way since you were a little girl!” She pulled her hand back like she’d gotten an electric shock, and looked up at my face. “We’re so pleased you finally found somebody, Honey,” she gushed.

Daddy appeared significantly less impressed. “I–” he snarled, but then the lines on his face eased and he began fisting his erection eagerly. He orgasmed, apparently not for the first time, and relaxed even more. “I knew those things they were saying about you couldn’t be true?” His voice sounded uncharacteristically disoriented.

“What things?” I asked, ready to get angry, but Stacey shushed me. I looked to Michael, my other roommate, for support, but he was staring at Daddy and it took forever to get his attention.

“Linnea,” Stacey asked, “why don’t you and Michael get dinner ready? There are some things waiting in the kitchen.” She was truly hopeless when it came to anything domestic. “I’d like to spend a few more minutes getting to know your parents better.” She gave me a cheerful smile before plopping back down on the sofa between Daddy and Mom and waving her hand at Michael. “Go on, shoo!”

I hurriedly wheeled my bag into the hall closet and removed my blouse and stockings so I wouldn’t get anything on them, before heading back to the kitchen to join Michael. “Is everything okay?” I asked him.

Michael shook himself and grinned sheepishly at me. “I guess I’d just forgotten how good-looking your dad is, Peter; the nut didn’t fall far from the tree, eh?”

Most often he used a nickname, but sometimes he still called me by my dead brother’s name. Michael had a misguided notion he somehow was responsible for Peter’s suicide, and I was just helping him through his grieving process. Somebody seeing it for the first time might have been spooked, although I was beginning to suspect Michael had forgotten I wasn’t Peter.

I thought about his observation. Daddy was handsome, I supposed, although I’d never viewed him in that light. “Why is he masturbating?” I whispered, although it probably was unnecessary. “Couldn’t he just fuck Mom?”

“It’s a Stacey thing,” Michael replied. “I’ve got to hand it to her; she’s really slick. You should have seen them when they first got here; I think it was worse than when you introduced me that first time! He barged in the door, already pissed off, looked around, and went ballistic. I thought he was going to kill her!”

Stacey was an indifferent housekeeper, but a quick glance around didn’t suggest anything worth getting worked up over. The candles cluttering every horizontal surface made the apartment look smaller than it was, but it was homey. I knew there were paint spots on the carpeting from when we’d redone the walls and ceiling, but even the nearly black pigment didn’t show clearly in the dim lighting. “Why?” I finally asked, stumped.

“Who cares?” sighed Michael. “But you know Stacey; she can talk anybody into anything.” I smiled in silent agreement. “She finally convinced them to sit down, but he was interrupting nearly every sentence she got out.”

I’d never won an argument with Daddy that didn’t involve walking out on him, so I could sympathize. “What did she do?”

He gestured expansively. “She finally screamed at him that if he didn’t agree with something, he should just jerk off instead of being such a jerk about it.” Michael paused a moment, letting my suspense build. “I thought he was going to slap her senseless, but then he got this funny look on his face and started pulling on his dong, and wham! He’s blowing all over the place.”

“Speaking of which,” I said suggestively, and slipped my hand past the elastic waistband of Michael’s pajama bottoms to find him more than half ready. I had a lot more experience now than when he’d taken me the first time, and there was still something about Michael’s cock that felt better than any of the others I’d tried.

He looked in the direction of the front room. “Do you think that’s smart, with your parents here?”

“Who cares?” I asked, mostly meaning it. Feeling frustrated, I reached out and yanked down his pants, revealing his ruddy cock. I gave it a little squeeze and twist at the top, something I’d learned Peter used to do all the time.

Michael rewarded me with an indrawn breath and a big drop of precum. “What if your dad catches us?” he asked, but perversely his organ got even stiffer. He shuddered as I continued stroking him, collecting more of his precum and slicking it back along his hard shaft.

“Just fuck me,” I pleaded, turning so he could see my ass. “C’mon, Batman — to the Bat Cave!”

The old joke, together with the familiar stimulation, finally got him moving in the right direction. I sighed with satisfaction and braced myself against the table as Michael began working himself into my heinie. “Fuck, yeah,” I grunted, bucking back against him. “Pound me, Michael!”

“Do you need any help, Dear?” Mom called from the front room.

“No!” I shouted, chastised. Just because I was a slut didn’t mean I needed my parents watching me. Daddy would probably try to ground me for life, even if I didn’t live with them any longer! I giggled involuntarily, imagining how I would explain that to Jenny.

“This is so wrong,” Michael panted in my ear, but I felt him swelling inside me, and I had a death grip on his arm that prevented him from escaping. My free hand teased a nipple, bringing me closer to release, but I eased up, riding the edge of my incipient orgasm.

As had been the case before, the arousal seemed to fuel my brain and I found myself connecting the dots I hadn’t even realized were in front of my eyes. My mind’s eye imagined Stacey talking to my parents — ordering them to subvert their resistance into physical self-gratification.

I remembered the way I’d felt when Jenny and I had experimented on each other, and the feedback cycle of desire and arousal that had sucked us down to the primal cores of ourselves. “Orgasm” was too pedestrian a word to describe the sensations I’d felt when the two of us inadvertently mindfucked each other into the sluts we were now.

Just the echo of that memory was sufficient to leave me shuddering and screaming beneath Michael’s thrusting body. “Don’t stop!” I screamed, when I felt him hesitate.

“He’ll kill us!” Michael objected, but he kept going.

“Maybe he’ll thank us,” I quipped. If arguing with Stacey made Daddy masturbate, what would happen if he caught Michael screwing me in the ass? Wow, that was an exciting thought. “Fill me up! I want to feel you leaking out of me all night!” I fingered my rings, teasing my excited clit until it was nearly unbearable. I didn’t think Michael could hold out much longer, either.

“Linnea Grace,” Daddy’s voice boomed in well-remembered tones of infinite disapproval, “what are you doing?”

“Oh fuck!” Michael shouted, and then he unloaded what felt like a gallon of scalding semen into my clutching ass.

I rode that wave, literally, and a twist of a ring was enough to have me screaming and seeing stars. I really hadn’t been looking forward to having my parents see me this way, but after the way it had set Michael off, I couldn’t complain.

“I see the reports of your sluttish behavior are not overblown, after all!” Daddy was saying when I could concentrate on him again. Paradoxically, he was jerking furiously on his erect organ. When Michael unsteadily pulled out, and they could see where his cock had been, Daddy’s face turned red for a moment and his cock spurted onto the floor.

Mom’s hands fluttered uselessly at her sides, but I could see the gleam of moisture on her inner thighs. She gaped at me like she’d never seen me naked before. Had their orgasms felt as great as mine?

Michael stared at me as if he were seeing me for the first time. “Linnea? Fuck me!” He sat down heavily.

“I thought you were going to set the table, not serve yourself as the main course,” Stacey commented, her voice a bit on the cool side. She set a pair of black pillar candles on the table with the others, and relit one that had gone out.

“Only an appetizer,” I giggled, rolling to my feet and feeling curiously unchastened. Still riding my endorphin high, I abruptly decided to see how many times I could get the others to climax. Everybody should have as much fun as I was.

I didn’t know what, if anything, Stacey had planned, but I realized everybody would be happier if we all could get along. Maybe after a few more orgasms, they’d even loosen up! If it weren’t for the fact of my existence, I’d think neither of my parents had ever done it. I giggled again.

Singing “I Kissed a Girl” to myself, I started examining dinner. Of course, Stacey hadn’t cooked. The counter overflowed with delivery boxes from the high-end catering outfit a couple blocks over — she’d probably spent more than if we’d just gone out somewhere nice, although it felt more intimate being able to eat at home. There was a pair of wine bottles that were both dusty and French, a nice touch.

Stacey was way overdressed, no matter how I looked at it. I hadn’t seen that blue dress before, but it probably was expensive couture, judging by the way it looked on her. Everybody else was naked; that made it easy to tell what they were thinking.

I’d thought I might feel uncomfortable around my parents, but the opposite was true. I felt free, totally uninhibited, and unaccountably excited. Usually I thought in terms of maneuvering people into doing what I wanted, or satisfying my own personal urges. This time I was just trying to arouse them, albeit in a backhanded way, and it was a blast. I wondered if Jenny felt that way when she performed, and resolved to ask.

Our small table was strained beyond capacity, so like a good hostess I got the others arranged around it and set a place for myself at the end of the counter. I’d thought perhaps to sit on Stacey’s lap, but apparently she wasn’t in a cuddling mood that night. It made it easier for me to ferry food back and forth between the kitchen counter and the table, anyway.

I took every opportunity to touch them as I served. Nothing gratuitous, but the swell of a breast against a shoulder, a nipple in the back, or the swell of my butt at their side. When I sat on my bar chair at the counter, I kept one heel propped on the top crossbar, giving everybody a clear view of my drooling sex and the rings decorating it.

Stacey watched through narrowed eyes, and Daddy was eating one-handed by the time I’d cleared away the salad course. Michael had started out really stiff, but relaxed after I flashed my butt at him a few times; he still looked a little disoriented and said hardly anything.

The only light came from the smoky candles flickering in the center of the table, giving everything an intimate, womb-like ambiance. Conversation flagged until Mom, having dropped her second fork, asked me about my trip.

“I closed the deal!” I answered with understandable pride. “I don’t think Alan can catch up, even if he kisses the ass of every CEO in New York. I’ll have the best sales year in the company’s history!”

“We’re worried about you, Linnea,” Daddy said, trying to keep his eyes on my face. “The grapevine says you’re making a lot of waves at the office.” He was trying hard to sound like a concerned parent, but he didn’t have a lot of experience. The way I was slowly teasing a nipple probably didn’t help, but he deserved it.

“Ha!” I contemptuously laughed. “You know as well as I do all those chauvinist dinosaurs care about is money — and getting laid, usually not by their wives!”

Mom shot me a stricken look and started rocking slowly in her seat, while Daddy just frowned. I belatedly realized that shot might have landed unintentionally close to home.

“Sorry, Mom,” I said, genuinely apologetic, “but, Daddy, you know it’s true!” I set down my own fork, thoughts of provocation temporarily forgotten. “Look, last week I got a query from a client about some ‘followup paperwork’ we’d sent out. I wrote better in fifth grade!“

“I followed up and found out it had been done by Alan’s ‘Marketing Assistant’. It turns out this girl is barely 19, doesn’t even have a GED, and gets paid nearly as much as my base salary last year!”

“Well, I’m sure–” Daddy started.

“She’s qualified?” I dryly finished his sentence. “Her qualifications are that she’s had more work done than Barbie. And she breathes.” I stood up and let them look at me again. “Alan figured he could swap her in for me, and nobody would notice because we both have tits and long legs and put out. That’s the way they all think!”

There was an appalled silence. “So what did you do?” asked Michael, who was the best listener of everybody there, even in his unnaturally subdued state.

I absently touched myself in fond memory and smiled. “I told her — Candi, with an ‘I’, if you can believe it — that I knew she was fucking Alan, and that she was going to fuck me, too.”

“Then I bent her over my leg and spanked her once for every screw-up in that contract; that was a lot. I told her I had higher standards than Alan and if she made more mistakes, she was going to get spanked again. And if she ever sent something to one of my clients before I reviewed it, she wouldn’t be able to sit down for a month!”

I looked around at the audience. Daddy’s hand clearly was at work under the table, and it was Stacey’s turn to be frowning darkly. “You know, it’s sad,” I reflected. “I don’t think Candi ever had a mentor before me.”

“Some of your coworkers are accusing you of sexual harassment,” Daddy said.

“That is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard!” I jerked straight upright. “Do I look like I need to harass anybody to get laid?”

Michael snorted. “Linnea, you sound like your father.” He sighed. “Don’t you see anything wrong with forcing Candi to have sex?”

“And why did you do it in the first place?” Stacey venomously hissed. “Cheating, on me?“

“I wasn’t cheating!” I objected, stung. “It was just business; everybody does it — she doesn’t mean anything to me!”

Mom made the tiniest little squeak and dropped her fork again.

Daddy smiled thinly. “Perhaps you have a better grasp of realities than I’ve given you credit for.” I saw he was stroking himself again, which meant it wasn’t exactly unqualified approval.

“Then there’s no reason to not to give Linnea access to her trust fund, is there?” Stacey’s smile was all saccharine sweetness.

Was that all this was about? Money? Wasn’t I doing well enough on my own? I looked back and forth between the pair of them, reading Daddy’s answer in the frenzied motion of his hand, and felt my temper getting out of control.

“What?” I snarled at him. “When y’all fuck every woman who’ll spread for you, you’re Giants of Industry, but if I do the same thing, it makes me a slut? Well, I have news for you — I am a slut, and I like it!“

I caressed myself lasciviously and relaxed my sphincter enough to release some of Michael’s sticky load. Turning enough to be sure they could see it leaking down my thigh, I collected a generous amount on a fingertip and brought it to my mouth, licking it clean before continuing.

“A slut! I like getting fucked, and I’m not going to pretend otherwise. Not for you, Daddy, and not for anyone else. If I have to fuck and suck to get an even break, I’m happy to do it, and at least I’m doing it to get ahead instead of just to hold people under my thumb.” I glared at all of them. “And whom I choose to sleep with is my own business — so get over it!”

Michael alone looked supportive. Mom was jerking spasmodically and pulling on the tablecloth. A jet of Daddy’s sperm arced from his lap and landed across one of the candles and the edge of Michael’s plate.

Stacey was preternaturally still in her seat at the head of the table, but abruptly rose and beckoned to me. “Linnea and I need a moment alone. Come!”

I was moving before I could even think about it, and followed her into her bedroom.

“Perhaps I’ll start some coffee,” Michael said behind us.

Stacey turned and scrutinized me carefully. “What’s wrong with you, Linnea? You can tell me.”

“Nothing’s wrong,” I objected. “You know I love you, Stacey.” I leaned in to kiss her, but she pushed me away.

“I thought we’d worked through this,” she sighed. “The feelings those men in Texas forced on you are wrong, Linnea. You are not some plaything for men to use. None of those urges have come back, have they? Tell me the truth.”

“I don’t think about them at all,” I said, smiling. It was the truth, as far as it went. By the time Stacey had been satisified that I no longer cared what Big Bill wanted, it had taken my hair months to regain its former length.

“That’s good,” she said, loosening up and stroking my hair. “But I thought we had a special relationship. I was very hurt to hear you slept with that Candi girl, Linnea. Are there others you’ve been with?”

“Dozens, maybe a hundred by now.” I laughed nervously, uncomfortable with where the conversation was headed. “You know that. But none of them will ever change the way I feel about you, Stacey; I love you.”

“I know,” she sighed. “Give me a little lick?”

Smiling happily, I collapsed to my knees and helped her lift the hem of her dress above her hips. I kissed her gently, almost reverently, and then caressed her folds with my tongue before settling in to milk the juices from her body. As Stacey’s taste intensified in my mouth and her fingers ran through my hair, I finally felt like I was home again.

She stepped back before orgasming. Looking up, I realized she’d snipped a small lock of my hair while I’d been distracted. While I continued to kneel before her, she performed the now-familiar ritual of doubly-coating the hairs and holding them to the candle on the nearby dresser.

What happened next surprised me. Instead of dropping the lock in the candle, Stacey held it over the flame until it was burning steadily, and transferred it — still alight — to her mouth. I heard a hiss and she grimaced in pain before swallowing, and then a wave of warmth flooded my body.

I gazed happily up at Stacey, lost in her beauty, as her voice floated down to me like pronouncements from Heaven. Every syllable squeezed moisture from my pussy.

“You love me absolutely, Linnea,” she whispered. Crooned? Sang? The movement of her dress rustled in the room like wings of angels. “You’d do anything for me, because helping me makes you feel so good, doesn’t it?”

“Oh, yes,” I moaned, nearly orgasming just from the feel of being able to answer her question.

“And you’d never keep secrets from me, would you? You’ll always tell me everything.”

I nodded eagerly, desperate to please her.

“Why do you call yourself a slut? Who told you to do that?”

“Nobody! It’s what I am,” I explained. “I love the feel of people using my body for sex.” The faint annoyance on Stacey’s face brought tears to my eyes. “I can’t help it!” I waited, holding my breath, for her to say something.

The silence stretched while she just looked at me. Finally Stacey sighed. “You are a slut,” she agreed, and I heaved a deep breath of relief. “But you’re my slut, Linnea. From now on, you won’t do anything with anybody else — or yourself — unless I tell you to. I know it will it be hard on you, but being obedient when you want to be bad will show me how much you love me.”

“Yes!” I gasped urgently. I was dripping on the carpet, and realized I’d been about to touch myself. Jerkily I pulled my hands to my sides and sat on them, feeling another rush as I denied myself as Stacey had asked.

“Have you been with other sluts?”

“Several!” I answered eagerly, thinking maybe she wanted some of them. “Candi is–“

“No,” Stacey said, and I cringed. “Have you been with other sluts who were just like you? Who got off on exactly the same things you do?”

My throat seized up and I hesitated, torn by indecision. The moment I’d dreaded for months was upon me. My heart felt as if it were being torn in two, and Stacey’s eyes narrowed. “Yes,” I moaned, and swayed as heat built inside me, but still my subconscious fought to remain silent.

“Who?” Stacey knelt to look me straight in the face. “Telling me will make me very happy.” She ran a finger teasingly down my body, raising goosebumps on my arms and legs. “Tell me who it is, Linnea.” She pressed lightly on my rings.

I was crying without remembering why. I brokenly whispered, “Jenny,” and screamed as Stacey smiled and a massive orgasm rolled my eyes back in my head. I lost my balance and slumped bonelessly to one side, but Stacey caught me in her arms.

Eternity passed, but it must have been shorter because nobody had come looking for us yet. Stacey held me, gently stroking me like a cat, and my flesh felt like it was on fire everywhere it touched hers.

“Tell me about Jenny.”

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Laura, a lesbian, has been blackmailed into taking part in what is ostensibly a hetero conversion therapy. However, its real purpose goes far beyond that…

Chapter 20
COLLAR AND CUNT

It was hard for Laura to concentrate the rest of the day. She was paranoid knowing there was a large glossy photo of her twat in her desk drawer. She had tried to bury it under other paper but the stiff laminate made it stand out. Anyone casually opening her drawer to look for a pen or some Post-Its might see it. She was even less eager to leave it there overnight but she had to go to the clinic and she couldn’t hang around at work forever.

Laura was looking forward to the clinic.. She could almost feel the machines pulling her hair, forcing her mouth down onto a hard rubber cock. Combined with the pill she took, the thought made her sopping wet.

But when she got to the clinic, she found her training had changed again. After bashfully undressing in front of Royce, she was startled to see Royce take out a thin leather collar, halfway between an elegant choker and a demeaning dog collar. Before she could object Royce had snapped it into place around her neck. The metal fastener at the front connected with an ominously solid click.

Laura felt the strange collar with her hands. The inside was soft and velvety and didn’t chafe, although at several places what felt like a flat metal stud poked through the velvet and made contact with her skin. The outside was thick black leather. It felt like the collar had a stiff metal core beneath the leather. Where it joined, at her throat, was a discrete metal ring of the sort a dog’s name tag might hang from.

“This is your vocabulary training collar, Laura,” explained Royce. “It can hear what words you say and it’ll just help you stop using ones that aren’t appropriate to your new hetero orientation. For instance, try saying that you’re a lesbian.”

“I’m a lesbian,” said Laura hesitantly. And then squeaked. The words set off an electrical shock in her collar, causing her throat muscles to constrict, and then a moment later another painful shock went through her cunt. The surprise made Laura release her bladder a little, and a thin trickle of piss ran down her leg.

Royce looked delighted. “It interfaces with your vaginal chip,” he explained. “Isn’t it great?”

Laura did not think it was great. “How do I get it off?” she asked, pawing at it.

“You don’t until the training is done,” said Royce. “I mean, I suppose you could cut through it or something but then we’d have to discharge you from the program.”

“Please take the collar off,” Laura begged, but she was rewarded by another painful shock in her neck and twat. She felt herself starting to cry.

“Yeah, you’ll find that most ways of asking people to help you remove the collar are forbidden words,” Royce explained. “You’ll also want to be careful how loud you cry. Loud noises are kind of an angry dyke noise to make, so it works like an anti-barking collar for dogs and shocks you if you raise your voice. It’ll help you be a quiet little hetero.”

Royce led the sniffling Laura to the machines room, where Amy waited. Amy complimented Laura on how pretty her new collar looked, and Laura thanked her. Then Amy explained that they were moving on to cunt training for Laura. It was going to be just like the oral training – she would be encouraged to stuff her cunt and punished for having it empty. They strapped her into the machine they had first used, earlier in Laura’s training, except this time there were no dildos, just Laura naked and restrained with her legs spread.

A movie started for Laura to watch. As usual it was a series of big titted bimbos. The camera focused on their shaved cunts. The first cunt was wet and the bitch’s legs were spread. Text on screen read “Good cunt”. Laura felt a touch on her own spread twat and looked down as best she could. To her surprise, Amy was kneeling between Laura’s legs and, as Laura watched, she began to lightly lick Laura’s cunt. Being eaten out by the gorgeous girl was a wet dream for Laura, and she wiggled her hips eagerly.

The next image was closed legs and a dry cunt. The text read “feminist”. Suddenly Amy stopped licking, and a thick leather strap whistled down, swung by a robot arm, and whipped Laura hard across the tits. Laura screamed as it hit her titflesh, then squealed again, quieter, as electric shocks in her neck and pussy punished her for her volume. The blow left her tits in fiery agony.

Laura rebelled. They were training her to dislike the word feminist? What did that have to do with her sexual orientation? But then the next picture appeared – a big titted pink haired woman on all fours, her legs apart and her cunt aroused, with the legend “obedient bitch” and Amy started licking her cunt again. Laura forgot her objections, her drug-assisted sluttiness taking control.

The next girl was a good one too, sitting on a public bus in the nude with her legs spread and her pussy dripping – “well behaved twat” read the words – and Amy kept licking – but the next one was a scowling woman wearing unappealing cunt-concealing cotton panties with her thighs clamped together. “Independent woman” read the text, and again the licking stopped so Laura could be whipped across her vulnerable udders.

The images continued. Girls with wet pussies displayed by spread legs were pretty whores and good kittens and beautiful fucktoys and they got Laura’s cunt licked. Girls with dry twats, or their legs together, or wearing panties were ugly dykes and smelly feminists and disobedient women, and they each earned Laura a belt across the tits. The word “woman” in particular was used so often that Laura soon became apprehensive of it, and began preferring “slut” and “bitch” in her mind over using “woman”. She would later learn that “woman” was one of the words her collar would shock her for saying out loud.

She came twice from Amy’s tongue during this sequence, despite the pain in her tits. But it wasn’t over yet. A second sequence started, this time focusing on cocks. Cunts would be shown being fucked, inviting cocks, with cocks nearby, or sometimes with no penis to be seen. Now they were accompanied by entire statements. “I am a good little cockholster” read one pussy with a long dick sliding into it. “I was made for raping” said another with cum dripping from an engorged twat around the sides of the thick cock stuffing it. “I believe in consent” accompanied a frowning naked woman attempting to cover her twat and tits as she backed away from a man, and of course this gave Laura a tit whipping. The next showed the same woman’s beaver being penetrated by the man’s dick with the text “I am a good little cocktoy” and it made Amy resume licking.

The deeper and harder the woman on screen was being fucked, the faster Amy would lick. Laura orgasmed three more times before the sequence ended. As the images stopped and Amy backed away from her cunt, Laura noticed that she’d again been videotaped.

“Thank you Amy for licking my pussy,” Laura said out of habit, then squealed as she got a shock.

“Pussy is a dyke word, honey. So is vagina. You’re not allowed to say them anymore.”

“Thank you Amy for licking my cunt,” Laura hazarded, and sighed with relief when the was no shock. “And thank you for filming me and thank you for hurting my tits.”

“Tits” produced another shock. Laura tried again with “boobs” and “udders”, receiving a shock for each, before remembering her weekend on the tit chain and trying a better word. “Thank you Amy for hurting my fuckballoons;” she said, and there was blessedly no pain.

“Good slut,” said Amy as she released Laura. “Now clean your twat and put some clothes on. You look like a whore.”

Laura obediently cleaned herself by wiping her cunt with her hands and then licking her hands, and then dressed.

Amy had one further surprise for Laura. “Take Wednesday off work” she said. “We are having some workmen sent to your house to add some stuff to help your training.”

“What?” asked Laura. “Why?”

“You’re thinking with your cunt right now so you can’t understand even if I told you. Just be home on Wednesday.”

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On Tuesday, Laura had to make some phone calls. She didn’t normally work at the office on Tuesdays but she had been told by Alistair to come in and work the Tuesday and Wednesday mornings this week anyway, so she could attend her “counselling sessions” anyway. He clearly just didn’t want to go without ejaculating on her for two whole days. Laura was supposed to be working at the Pretty Titty instead, but that job didn’t start until lunchtime so it shouldn’t be a problem. She was going to need to ask for Wednesday off from both jobs.

The Pretty Titty turned out to be easy. She phoned her manager, Edgar, and he agreed to let her off for the day. He wasn’t pleased she was asking for time off so soon, but given that she’d started at such short notice on the weekend he was prepared to give her a chance.

Alistair was less inclined to be generous, and Laura had to ask him for Wednesday off in person. She made the request as she knelt naked in his office, holding the laminated picture of her twat. (Looking at it reminded her of last night and made her think “good cunt”.)

“Wednesday off?” said Alistair. “But you’ll miss your counselling session, and probably slide even further into slutty behaviour.” He winked. “And what will you give me for it if I let you get away with this?”

Laura already had an answer. “Pictures of Erica,” she said. She still had the ones she’d sent to her abuser stored on her phone. She’d been saving them for when she wanted to avoid Alistair cumming on her face, but this would have to do. She showed him the photos of Erica, naked, masturbating and pissing.

Alistair began stroking his dick immediately. “Damn, your girlfriend is almost as much of a slut as you, Laura. Email them to me and we have a deal.”

Laura hastily emailed them from her phone as Alistair masturbated in her direction. Then Alistair instructed her to lick the image of her cunt again while she fingered her pussy.

Laura had hoped Alistair might cum on the photo again like yesterday but instead he deliberately ejaculated onto Laura’s face, and then told Laura to stop masturbating before she could reach her own climax. Laura cleaned her face as best she could through the process of transferring the sticky globs of cum to her mouth and rubbing the rest into her skin, and then started her normal daily work.

The thing that bothered Laura most was that sitting there at her desk, knowing that there was cum on her face, and that people could see her… it felt normal.

(To be continued.)

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I am Andrea a still very attractive forty-four year old woman. Lots of men and women claim that a woman in her mid-forties is at her sexual prime and I am in total agreement with that claim, especially when I look back on some of my recent sexual adventures and escapades.

“If you arrive on the Sunday you can meet my new man before he leaves on the Monday and we can have the rest of the week together by ourselves. Our house is in a country area around an hours pleasant from the city.”

We are old friends and very comfortable in each other’s company with similar tastes, especially when it involves men. I am a size 12-14 honey blond, still with a very good hourglass figure and Mai has a similar well kept body.

I arrive mid-afternoon and we have lots to talk about. “Would you like to join us in the spa? Naked of course,” Mai asked after a relaxing dinner. Their spa is luxurious in a landscaped under cover area.

“Would you like me to help you undress?” Max asks teasingly. He is already naked, good firm muscular body and a large semi-erect cock with trimmed pubic hair I note as I point to the zip on my dress without saying a word, enjoying the sexual tension as I watch Mai undress at the same time.

Max is breathing heavily as he slides the zip down and I step out of my dress, still with my heels on with Mai watching. I had removed my underwear before we walked down to the spa, something he had obviously not expected as he gasps at the sight of my totally naked body.

“You look absolutely terrific naked in those heels,” he smiles as I slip my shoes off and he leads me to the spa while I manage to rub my hand over his cock.

“We are going to fuck after this, would you like to watch?,” Mai asks rather nonchalantly after a few minutes.

“Yes, I would very much,” I smile in anticipation as I recall watching Mai fuck three other men previously while I watched. The last was when we shared a much younger man in a five-star hotel after he approached us in the bar. He had me first while Mai watched, then I watched him fuck Mai doggy style. He was a real stud who took no time at all to get a raging erection for Mai as his second woman that night after he had me.

“Lick my cunt for me Max while Andrea watches, one orgasm for me on your tongue and you can fuck me,” Mai whispers after we showered together and dried off.

Max is quickly on his knees with Mai standing, legs apart, as she pushes his head into her as she moans and orgasms very quickly, as she holds my gaze the whole time.

“Now fuck me standing up, make it good baby, this is the last one for a week, make it really good, show Andrea how good you are,” Mai tells him with her back against the wall as I watch him sliding his big thick cock into her and watch his ass muscles straining while they talk to each other continuously while they both keep glancing at my naked body. And he was very good, I mused as I watched, extremely turned on. Later that night I gave my vibrator a really good work out.

On the Monday Mai took me for a stroll around their ten-acre garden as we caught up with our gossip. “Max had never fucked me with a second naked woman watching, you really turned him on last night, and me. Huge extra turn on for me as well knowing you had watched other men fuck me and I had watched men fucking you.”

“We can sunbath nude over here this afternoon, would you like that?

“Your ass is still better than mine, absolutely magnificent and bigger,” she tells me as we settle down to sun bake.

“You and I have been involved in some amazing sex together over the years, have you ever had a lesbian lover?,” Mai asks as we rub suntan lotion over each other’s naked bodies. “

“No,” I blush.

“I am surprised, a sexy woman like you. You are still a very fuckable woman for both sexes,” Mai smiles.

“You know I am bisexual don’t you? Would you like me to seduce you?”

“I thought you would never ask Mai,” I reply very pleased with myself.

“We can have a bath together while we watch a video,” Mai tells me as I admire her oversize bathroom, full length mirrors on all the walls, a huge video screen and a bath big enough for us to sit side by side as we watch the screen.

The video clip commences with two porn star women in action, both of whom I recognized from numerous male-female clips, though I had never seen them in same sex clips.

They are very relaxed and comfortable with each others naked bodies as they kiss passionately, one intent on seducing the other as we kiss with our hands all over each other.

“They really are very good together, they are really into it, look at the size of their erect nipples as they suck them and look at the way they lick each other,” Mai whispers obviously very aroused.

“Would you like that?”

“Yes I would, very much,” I reply.

Mai’s bedroom was lavish with mirrors on all the walls and ceiling as I laid on my back and admired my naked body in the ceiling mirror after we had dried each other off.

“Tell me about your lesbian fantasies?,” Mai asks we lightly tease each others naked bodies with our fingertips and tongue kiss.

“Lots of men have licked me to orgasm, though never a woman and lots of women have watched men lick me to orgasm, a long slow tease is best.

“Two women pleasuring me at the same time, one kissing me and one licking me. Even better, I am standing up with one woman licking my cunt while another woman is kissing my ass, I really do love having my ass kissed. And perhaps a third person watching?

“A woman sitting on my face with my hands on her ass while I pleasure her as another woman, who I can’t see is licking my cunt.

“A golden shower from a woman, some of the men I did it to really got off off on it. I like to have them on their back, stand over them with my legs apart, tease, really tease my cunt lips for them, and me, then tease them some more with a slow countdown and aim for their groin, a slow trickle then a torrent.”

The sexual pleasure Mai is giving me is exquisite and I am making noises I have never ever made before as Mai is licking my wet cunt with one, then two two fingers slowly and very teasingly sliding in and out of my cunt lips while I tease my very erect nipples, as I constantly glance in the mirrors on five sides.

“We should have done this years ago, you are a dream lover and an even better fuck,” Mai whispers between long passionate kisses, before she rubs a very erect nipple along my cunt lips then gives it to me to suck.

Then Mai is on top of me grinding her cunt into mine while I have my hands on her ass, urging her on as we kiss non-stop.

I am making even louder noises than before as we rub our cunts together in a scissors motion. “Do it for me Andrea, do it now, now,” Mai is urging as we kiss passionately as I try to hold back the huge orgasm I have coming.

“That must have been good Andrea, your first lesbian orgasm, the noise you made really was something special,” Mai tells me in the afterglow as we towel each off.

“Loved your nipple along my cunt lips before I sucked it, that really was something,” I whisper to Mai as I lick her cunt lips with my fingertips on her erect nipples, not quite confident with my ability to return the saphic pleasure she has just given me.

“Do the same for me, now let me suck it. Now grind your cunt into mine, harder, harder,” she moans while we kiss passionately.

“You are a natural at lesbian sex Andrea, I lost count of the orgasms you gave me, Mai tells me after we wind down and she leads me to the bathroom. “Is this what you wanted,” she asks with me on my back as she stands over me with her legs apart teasing her cunt lips. “This is very exciting for me. Count to five for me, slowly, I want to please you. Wow, this is a real buzz,” Mai moans obviously very turned as she starts with a slow trickle that becomes a torrent.

“Now do the same to me, you are teaching me me new tricks, you really are a very exciting lover.

“You should meet Marnie, better still I will invite her over for lunch tomorrow, I will phone her now,” Mai tells me a little alter over cocktails.

“Dress to impress Marnie, smart cocktail, knickers optional, I have a very attractive and sexy lady friend I want you to meet, my age, yes twelve-thirty will be fine.

“Did you bring any smart cocktail outfits with you? I can lend you some if need be,” Mai asks.

“Were you serious when you said knickers optional?” I ask as we help each other decide what to wear for Marnie. “I thought I might wear my garter belt with black stockings with a cup less bra and heels of course.”

“Try them on for me, show me what you look like in a garter belt,” Mai asks as I enjoy teasing her by flaunting my naked body.

“You have the perfect body for a garter belt and stockings, thighs, ass and a neatly trimmed pussy. Forget about the bra, your tits don’t need it,” Mai tells me as she removes it and licks my nipples. “I wish my ass was as good as yours, how do you do it?,” she asks as she has her hands all over it.

“I am here for your pleasure and my pleasure,” Marnie smiles full of self confidence as she arrives. First impressions are always important I muse as recall one of my rules, ‘Would you enjoy oral sex with this person for twenty or thirty minutes?’ Yes and longer, much longer I think to myself as we look each other over.

Five years younger than us, slim, size 10-12, sixty-six inches, a tall willowy blond, Marnie exudes sex. She is wearing killer heels, a short, tight above the knee skirt accentuating her good legs, shapely taut ass, slim waist and 34B tits. Her outfit is finished by a designer label black silk blouse with just two buttons fastened to highlight her cleavage and obviously no bra as I admire. but can’t see her erect nipples.

A few minutes later the three of us are on sitting on the bed still in our ‘smart cocktail’ outfits, Marnie one side of me with Mai on the other. Marnie is kissing me passionately with her tongue while I reciprocate as Mai has her hands all over me.

The sexual tension is palpable as Marnie tells me, “Mai has told me lots of good things about you Andrea, some very exciting things. And I want to fuck you every which way.”

“I hope that’s a promise,” I tease wanting it to happen. “Why don’t you undress me?” For me an exciting part of a seduction is being undressed by the seducer, this time a female seducer which is very exciting with Mai watching.

“Awesome Andrea, you have a very fuckable body, those heels, garter belt and stockings were made for you,” Marnie tells me as she removes my skirt. “And those tits are absolutely magnificent without a bra.

“I want you now, right now, help me undress,” she whispers kissing me passionately as I take her blouse off, then her skirt, noting she has heeded Mai’s advice, ‘knickers optional’.

She has me on my back on the bed in my garter belt and stockings with her hands and lips all over my body as Mai is lying alongside kissing me passionately with her tongue.

“Your nipples are like bullets, love it,” Mai tells me as she licks one nipple and Marnie the other

I can see and feel Marnie licking her way down my body, belly button, then ever so slowly to my cunt lips. At the moment her tongue touches my clit Mai is flicking my very erect nipples with the tip of her tongue. Sexual heaven, two women pleasuring me.

“That will be Max,” Mai says a few minutes later as her phone rings and she pushes the speaker button.

“I phoned to tell you I will be back two days early. What are you wearing today baby?”

“I am stark naked on the bed and very horny.”

“Remember what you watched Marnie doing to me a couple of weeks ago? I was sitting on her face while I sucked your cock.

“Right now I am licking Andrea’s very erect nipples while Marnie is fucking her with her tongue.”

“Let me say hello to Andrea?”

“Enjoying your visit Andrea. Tell me what you are wearing and what you doing?”

“Right now just my black garter belt and stockings. Marnie is fucking me with her tongue while Mai is licking my nipples. They are like bullets. Wish you could watch.”

It was mid-afternoon when Max arrived back two-days early. Mai and I were naked in bed together, both with stunning all over sun tans, petting like teenagers with our hands and fingertips all over each other. We both knew what was going to happen with Max and we both wanted it to happen, though we were going to let it play out rather than plan anything.

“Hello baby, have a good trip, did you miss me? Do you want to fuck me?,” Mai teases as he ogles our naked bodies, mine especially.

“Yes to all of your questions,” he replies as he enters the bedroom looking very pleased with himself, leaves the door open and throws his clothes off, then showers with the door open so he can ogle our naked bodies as we watch him stroke his cock.

“Do you really want to fuck me?,” Mai teases as we watch him stroking his by now roaring erection.

“Or would you rather watch me pleasuring Andrea?,” Mai teases as she positions me with a pillow under my ass so she can lick my cunt with her arms wrapped around my legs.

“Do you really want to fuck me?,” Mai teases again as Max, without saying a word grasps her ass cheeks and rams his erection into her doggy style.

The sensation of a woman licking my cunt lips while her man was fucking her doggy style, very noisily and very hard was a marvellos and wildly sexy new experience for me as he held my gaze the whole time.

Max only lasted a few minutes, then after a brief rest returned to shower again. As looked over his shoulder on the way, he told us, “I want seconds.”

Mai had told me Max was capable of getting it up twice in one session and had asked me to dress in my garter belt and stockings ‘for me, not just him’ the second time around.

Max watched while showering as Mai helped me on with my garter belt, my stockings, then stiletto heels, already with a fresh erection as he ogled me.

“On your back, we have a new surprise for you,” Mai tells him as he complies and she mounts his rock hard erection. “Andrea’s outfit turns you on does it?,” Mai asks as we kiss passionately.

“It turns me on as well. Look at her standing there with her legs wide open, one foot on the bed and one on the floor. Would you like to watch me lick her cunt lips while I’m sitting on your erection?”

Mai had licked my eager cunt many times in countless positions this week but this was the best yet. The very best as she licked me with one of Max’s hands on my ass, the other on Mai’s ass.

“Love that outfit Andrea, love it, so does my lady, she has your cunt dripping wet, I love watching her licking you.”

“Would you like to lick my cunt Max? I would like you to, I really would,” I tell him as I sit on his lips while facing Mai. His tongue is very exciting lapping my cunt lips as Mai and I kiss passionately with our arms holding each other.

A firm male tongue on my cunt lips is very different after two females have pleasured it this week and my first sexual contact with a male in more than a week.

“Cum with me, cum with me,” Mai is almost shouting, “Now, now, right now,” as three of us orgasm together.

The night I arrived home my man had me naked in a flash and on my back, legs apart as he asked while he fucked me in a frenzy, “Tell me true, did you fuck any men while you were away?”.

“Absolutely not honey, and I love your cock in me,” I answered truthfully.

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A mother teachers her son and daughter to love each other!

The Mind Control Device

Chapter Eighteen: Mommy’s Incestuous Lesson

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this!

Eve “Dusk” Michael

A shiver ran through me as Gina, the bitch who lived next door who used to pick on both of me and my little sister June, now leaned forward to press her face into my pussy and drink my piss. I held up my skirt, shivering while Dad, June, and her friend Britney watched.

Gina’s brown hair rubbed into my thighs. She was dressed as a sexy maid, Mom’s work. She had made both Gina and her mother, Mrs. Albertson, into our family’s bang-maids. Which was hot. They were both such bitches. Now they had learned their places: on their knees serving our awesome family.

I pushed up my glasses and shivered, my strawberry-blonde pigtails swaying about my face. Gina’s lips nuzzled into my pussy. She latched right on, so willing to let me piss in her mouth. She had to do whatever we wanted.

“Are you really going to do that?” Dad asked me, sounding more than a little surprised.

I nodded. “Yes, Daddy.”

I groaned and relaxed my bladder. My urine sprayed out into Gina’s mouth. I shuddered at the feel of my pee flowing out of me and into that whore. That tingling sensation rushed through me. It was more intense than a normal piss.

A slut was drinking it.

Gina was gulping down my urine. She swallowed it with hunger. Her lips shifted on my pussy lips. I stared into her brown eyes. She didn’t pull away. She didn’t flinch. Her hands grabbed my hips, holding on tight. She pulled my pussy against her mouth as she gulped down the urine flowing out of me.

“Oh, Daddy, she loves it,” I moaned as the nasty whore drank my piss.

“Damn,” he said as I trembled through the rush of having the bang-maid drink my piss. She gulped it down. She swallowed it with hunger.

The way Daddy stared at me sent a naughty shiver through me. “You can piss in my mouth, Daddy,” I moaned. “If you want.”

He groaned.

Then arms went around him. Mom’s head appeared over his shoulder as she kissed his cheek. She hugged him from behind while I trembled, forcing out more and more of my piss into Gina’s mouth. The bitch kept drinking it down.

“Oh, yes, yes, drink all my piss!” I groaned.

“Piss?” Mom asked.

“Uh-huh,” I moaned, squeezing my bladder to force it all out of me. “Just like that. Oh, that’s it. Just drink all my piss. Ooh, yes!” I finished peeing in her mouth. Her tongue then fluttered through my folds. “You drank it all, slut.”

“Well,” Mom said, sounding a little shocked, “dinner is still being cooked. I made your favorite, honey.”

“I can smell,” Daddy said. “Thanks.”

“Mmm, I’ve been having fun with your device. You’ve earned it.”

“Yes!” I moaned and stared at Daddy. “Do you want to piss in my mouth right now, Daddy?”

“Wow,” June whispered. My little sister and her petite friend were watching, both holding hands, their eyes wide.

Daddy just stared at me with shock and lust in his gaze. I could tell he wanted to piss in my mouth right now. I shuddered and had to do that for my sexy daddy. My pussy melted while Gina’s tongue licked and lapped at my twat.

“Bang-maid, on your back!” I commanded.

“Yes, Miss Dusk,” she groaned and pulled her mouth from my snatch.

“Enjoy,” Mom said and broke away from Daddy.

“Wait, what?” Daddy gasped, turning to watch my mother retreating to the kitchen. God, she was wearing just an apron. With her pigtails and her toned body, she looked as young and cute as June from behind.

Especially with that heart-shaped behind swaying.

Gina stretched out on the floor, her round breasts jiggling in the low-cut top. I sat down on her, planting my cunt right on her mouth, my large breasts jiggling in my top. I grabbed it, ripped it off, and smiled at Daddy, my tits exposed to his hungry gaze. Winking at him, I hooked the belt loops of his beige slacks and pulled the sexy professor to me. I attacked his fly while my sister and her friend watched in awe.

Those two were so cute. June with her brown pigtails and angelic face, Britney with her freckled face and green eyes. They both trembled, holding hands tight. My little sister licked her lips. She stared at me like I was so cool.

I winked at her and then pulled our daddy’s cock out of his fly. I grabbed him and stroked him. I pumped my hand up and down his cock, loving the feel of him. Then I pulled him right to my mouth. His dick throbbed in my hand, just needing to be in my mouth. He had to be sucked off by me.

I opened my lips wide and engulfed his cock. I slid my mouth over his shaft. He groaned as my lips slid over that wonderful crown of his. My tongue caressed him. He twitched in my mouth, staring down at me as I lightly sucked.

“Damn, Dusk,” Daddy groaned. “Just want to prove you’re the greatest slut, huh?”

I nodded, my hips wiggling from side to side. I ground my pussy on Gina’s licking mouth. The bitch had her tongue fluttering up and down my slit, brushing my clit. I had to be the biggest slut for Daddy.

I had mind-controlled myself to be his whore.

“Okay,” he said. “If this is what you want…”

Daddy’s cock twitched in my mouth. Then his piss streamed out. I gasped as the acrid flavor splashed against the back of my throat. It was nasty and yet… It was Daddy’s urine. His pee. I swallowed the warm liquid as more splashed into my mouth.

“Are you peeing in her mouth, Daddy?” June asked.

“Yes,” he groaned, his face twisting with pleasure as more of his piss gushed into my mouth.

It was so nasty and dirty. It made me feel like such a whore. I loved it. The urine flowed down my throat to my belly. It warmed my abdomen. My pussy drank in the heat as Gina’s tongue stroked my cuntlips.

Then her tongue thrust into my twat. I groaned, clenching my cunt down on her probing tongue. I gulped down more and more of Daddy’s nasty pee. I loved the taste as I ground my snatch on Gina’s hungry mouth.

“Damn, Dusk,” groaned Daddy. “Oh, damn, that’s good. Fuck.”

I shuddered, so glad he loved it. I nursed on him with hunger. I sucked with such passion on Daddy’s cock. It was amazing to do. It was just the best. I loved every second of it. I shivered, swallowing down all that wonderful piss.

The stream slowly died and then there was no more. My tongue swiped over the slit, gathering out the last few drops. Daddy panted, his glasses shifting on his face. Mine was sliding on my nose. I didn’t care. I just kept sucking and grinding my cunt on the bitch’s mouth.

“Shit, Dusk,” Daddy groaned.

“You really swallowed his pee!” June said.

“Wow,” Britney said in awe, the brunette girl watching.

I sucked hard and ground my cunt into Gina’s mouth. I smeared my hot cunt up and down her face. Her tongue thrust into me. She fluttered around in me, doing such nasty and wicked things to my pussy. I groaned, the heat washing through me. It was intense. It was amazing. Just the best thing in the world.

I loved every moment of it. I savored the heat. The rapture. The bliss of it. I nursed on my daddy’s wonderful cock. I sucked hard. My cheeks hollowed. I bobbed my head. I worked my mouth up and down his cock, loving every moment of sucking on him.

“Yes,” he groaned. “Oh, damn, that’s good. Yes!”

I shuddered, sucking hard on his forbidden cock. I loved every bit of nursing on his dick. I savored suckling with hunger. I wiggled my hips from side to side, smearing my cunt on Gina’s mouth as Daddy’s precum soaked my tongue.

His hands grabbed my pigtails. He held me tight. I shuddered, my stomach full of his piss. I squirmed more and more on Gina’s mouth, the heat building and building in my pussy. Her tongue swirled through my cunt as I worshiped Daddy’s dick.

I was so hot. So turned on from doing something so nasty for my daddy. I wanted to cum right now, but I held off. I wanted Daddy’s jizz to fire into my mouth. To just flood me with all that salty spunk.

“That’s it, Dusk,” Daddy groaned. “Oh, damn, that’s it. Just keep sucking, you little whore.”

I was a whore.

“My twenty-year-old slut!”

His cock throbbed in my mouth. Then something yummy spurted out. His cum.

I squeezed my eyes shut and exploded. My orgasm burst through my cunt as I savored the salty flavor of his cum filling my mouth. That thick and creamy and incestuous load of spunk spilled over my tongue. It melted down my throat. I loved how great he tasted. How amazing. I shuddered, my hips wiggling from side to side. I ground my convulsing twat on her mouth. The heat rushed through me.

“Dusk!” he groaned.

I squealed in delight, my pussy going wild. Juices gushed out of me and into Gina’s mouth. She licked and lapped them up as I squirmed atop her. I swallowed more and more of Daddy’s cum. I sucked him down, the wonderful taste spilling down my throat. It was awesome.

Gina’s tongue fluttered through my folds. She licked and lapped at me. She caressed my cumming twat. My back arched. Tits jiggled as I sucked out the last of Daddy’s spunk. He panted, his chest rising and falling.

“Damn,” he groaned, letting go of my pigtails. “You are such a slut, Dusk.”

I shuddered at those wonderful words he said. My orgasm hit its wild peak. I hovered there, trembling with such joy rushing through me. I was so glad that Daddy acknowledged what I was. This amazing thrill ran through me.

He slid his cock out of my mouth and I moaned, “Thank you, Daddy! I am your slut! I love you, Daddy!”

I was so glad I had mind-controlled myself. It was amazing.

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Natalie Meyers

“A man needs to be strong with his wife,” I whispered in my son’s ear as I hugged him from behind. “Your little sister is the perfect girl to practice on.”

I shuddered, my nipples so hard. After the morning and afternoon, I had spent with my friend Kimmie, my body was on fire. I had had so much lesbian sex with her and Tonya, the woman my friend had mind-controlled into being her bang-maid. I watched Tonya have sex with a Black man, had sex toys used on me, and had enjoyed so much wild pleasure. I had never done anything like this.

But my friend gave me such great advice. It always made perfect sense.

Like my son and daughter should get married. They were perfect for each other. Keep it all in the family. Incest. It was such an amazing thing. I was so glad I’d realized how wonderful the forbidden delights were at church yesterday and took my son’s virginity. Then my husband had taken our daughter’s virginity. We were teaching our children all about sex.

“Kiss her, Kevin,” I told him. “Be strong with her.”

“Yes, Mom,” he said and then broke from me. He advanced on his sister as I attacked the buttons of my blouse. I had to get naked.

My daughter trembled. She wore her long, black hair in a braid. A few strands had escaped to spill down her flushed cheeks. She was a slender thing. Petite and eighteen. She was at that ripe age where she needed a man to teach her to be a woman. I couldn’t let her become a slut. No, no, her brother and father needed to keep her attention.

Kevin cupped her face. He was a young version of my husband, Mitch. He lacked his father’s confidence, but experience would give that to Kevin. Even watching him capture his sister’s lips showed his growth. Yesterday, he had been so nervous when I taught him to eat my pussy.

He kissed his little sister with a boldness that had my pussy clenching.

I slid out of my blouse and then freed my large breasts from my bra. I shuddered, my pussy on fire. My naughty mommy-cunt ached. I dropped my skirt and slid out of my panties as my children kissed. Samantha trembled, whimpering into her brother’s lips. Her dainty hands slid around his waist.

“Now push her down on the couch,” I purred. “Show her what I taught you. Show her how to love a woman. Tame her. Make your little sister yours.”

He broke the kiss to moan, “Yes, Mommy.”

That made me shiver. Mommy…

He was still my boy. My son. No matter how strong he could be with Samantha, he’d obey his mother. My pussy clenched in delight. Just like Samantha would always be her daddy’s girl even after her and Kevin united in incestuous matrimony.

Kevin pushed Samantha down onto the couch. The flushed girl shuddered as her brother fell to his knees before her. He ripped off his t-shirt and exposed his maturing body. Not as broad-shouldered as his father, only a wisp of chest hair instead of the coarse, dark curls. But he was maturing to it. He pushed up his sister’s skirt.

I sank down on the couch beside her, my breasts swaying. My daughter glanced at me, her brown eyes glossy. She had such a cute, heart-shaped face. I stroked her cheekbone as she lifted her rump. He pulled her white, virginal panties down her thighs and past her knees.

“Mommy,” she whimpered, her eyes wide and full of awakening desire.

“I know,” I purred. “Isn’t your brother such a stud?”

“Uh-huh,” she said, biting her lower lip. “But… I mean… This is so fast, Mommy.”

“Mmm, you’re right. I’m just so horny.” I glanced at Kevin. “You have to play with her titties first. Get her pussy nice and wet, then you can eat her pussy. I’m sorry. Girls like that. Gets them in the mood. You play with your wife’s breasts, and she’ll be purring for your cock in no time.”

“Right, Mommy,” Kevin said and clutched Samantha’s panties in his hand. Then he moved up and attacked the buttons of her blouse.

As he undid them, I nuzzled into her ear, “Isn’t your brother sexy like your daddy?”

My daughter whimpered and nodded her head.

I licked her earlobe, loving how my daughter groaned, and said, “That’s what I thought. Mmm, imagine all the fun you can have with your brother. All the delights. You can’t marry your father. He already has a wife.”

“Mom?” she gasped. “What are you saying?”

“Nothing,” I purred. “Just enjoy.”

Kevin opened Samantha’s blouse. My daughter had a white bra cupping her A-cup titties. She hardly needed the support. He pushed up her bra and exposed those ripe, firm mounds. Perfect tits, young and delightful. Her nipples a soft pink. He groaned, cupping her boobs.

“They’re cute, Samantha,” he said.

“Just cute?” she asked, glancing at mine. “Mine aren’t that big.”

“They’re sexy,” he groaned, his fingers kneading them. His thumb massaged across them. Then he ducked his head in and sucked a nipple into his mouth. My daughter gasped. Her eyes widened. Then she whimpered.

He sucked and nibbled on her nub. He swirled his tongue around it. She gasped and shuddered on the couch, her body trembling from the bliss that he created by sucking on her nubs. She had such a big grin on her face. Her eyes were so wide.

He sucked and nibbled on her nipple. His lips hollowed. She shivered as he nursed on her. My pussy clenched as I watched the wicked sight. My own nipples throbbed as my son loved my daughter’s tits. She mewled. Whimpered. Squirmed.

“Kevin!” she gasped. “Oh, Kevin.”

“Mmm, you can check her pussy,” I said. “Cup her twat and feel how she’s coming along. The warmer she gets, the more she’ll want you to touch her down there.”

Samantha just whimpered, her face twisting in delight.

My cunt clenched at how hot this was. My son and daughter making love right beside me melted my twat. Kimmie had taught me all about live porn today, and I was finding this incestuous show to be so hot. I wanted to masturbate with my new wand massager, but I held back, just savoring how wet I was growing.

Kevin’s hand pressed between my daughter’s thigh. Samantha didn’t resist. In fact, the little minx parted her legs as he sucked on her right nipple. Her face twisted, her head shifting from side to side. The pleasure spilled across her face.

Then she groaned. Kevin cupped her pussy.

“Mmm, that’s it,” I purred. “Rub her little muff. When she feels wet and ready enough, then you eat her out.”

“Yes, Mommy,” Kevin groaned. Then he sucked his sister’s other nipple into his mouth.

“Kevin!” gasped Samantha. “Oh, wow. Oh, my gosh. That’s so good.”

I smiled, my thighs squeezed tight. I nuzzled into my daughter’s ear. “Don’t resist. Enjoy yourself. When a man is taking charge of your body, especially if it’s the man you love and have married, then relax into it. The Lord gave us these pleasures so we could revel in the delights our husband gives our bodies.”

“Yes, Mommy!” she moaned.

Then her head turned and she kissed me.

I shuddered, my daughter’s tongue thrusting into my mouth as my son sucked on her nipple. My pussy clenched, the incestuous heat rushing through my body. I squirmed, my clit throbbing and aching. I wanted to masturbate. To be fucked by Kevin.

But this was Samantha’s turn.

Kevin’s mouth popped off her nipple. He panted, breathing with his passion. He sank down and pushed up Samantha’s skirt. His hands caressed her thighs as he leaned his head in. My daughter whimpered into my mouth in anticipation.

Then she squealed.

Her brother showed her what I’d taught him. Such pride welled up inside of me that my son was pleasing his little sister. That he was taking charge of her pussy and eating her out. My body trembled, my breasts swaying together.

Kimmie’s advice was so hot.

I broke the kiss with Samantha. Her brown eyes were so glossy, her pupils dilated so wide. She trembled there, her little titties jiggling. Her nipples gleaned with her brother’s saliva. I smiled down at his head between her thighs.

“How is it?” I asked.

“It’s good,” she moaned. “Not like Daddy, but… But still good. He’s enthusiastic.”

“He’ll get better with practice,” I said, placing my hand on the back of my son’s head. I pushed him tighter into his sister’s muff. “Mmm, just enjoy.”

“I am!” she said. “He’s so sexy.”

“Tell him that,” I purred and then licked her ear. “Let your man know how good he’s making your naughty pussy feel.”

“Yes, Mommy,” she whimpered. “Kevin! Kevin!” Her little titties jiggled. “Oh, Kevin, that feels so good. You’re licking at my pussy. You’re making me feel all naughty down there. Ooh, yes, just like that. My pussy likes that.”

“Good,” Kevin said, sounding so strong and manly. My pussy clenched. “And when I do this?”

My daughter gasped. Her eyes widened. “I like that, Kevin.”

“Big brother,” I whispered. “Call him that.”

“I like that, big brother!” my daughter whimpered. “That feels so good on my clit. Oh, big brother!”

This was so hot. I had to use the wand massager that Kimmie bought for me soon. It was in reach. But I was savoring the wicked buildup as my daughter squirmed beside me. She humped her little muff against her brother’s hungry tongue. Kevin ate his little sister out with hunger.

His hands stroked her slender thighs. Her little toes curled. She squeezed her legs about his head as she whimpered. She squirmed there, her voice echoing through the living room. Her mounting passion had me so wet. So excited for her big orgasm to explode through her.

“Big brother!” she gasped.

“That’s it,” I cooed. “Cum on your big brother’s mouth. It’s okay to be a slut with the man you love. With your daddy or your big brother.”

“Uh-huh,” she moaned, her eyes fluttering. “Big brother! You’re making my pussy melt.”

“Mmm, make your little sister cum,” I purred, my fingers sliding through my son’s hair.

“Yes, Mommy,” my good boy groaned.

I shuddered, my pussy on fire. I needed that wand massager, but I kept waiting, watching my daughter’s face twist in rapture. Her head tossed back and forth. She whimpered, her eighteen-year-old flesh building towards her exciting orgasm.

She would have such a huge one. It would be so hot. My pussy itched more and more. My cunt clenched, the heat rushing through my body. I shuddered, my heart beating so fast. My clit throbbed, my bush soaked with my passion. The tangy musks of my pussy and my daughter’s, our scents so similar, filled my nose.

“Big brother!” Samantha howled. “Yes, yes, I’m cumming! Oh, big brother!”

I shuddered, listening to my daughter’s moans of delight. She thrashed on the couch beside me, her brother licking up her incestuous passion. This was such a depraved delight to witness. Her little titties jiggled. Her eyes squeezed shut.

“Big brother! Big brother! I love you!”

“You taste so good, Samantha,” growled Kevin. “Like Mom. Just delicious.”

“Good! Good!” she moaned.

I leaned in as my daughter thrashed through her orgasm and whispered into her ear, “Now beg him to fuck you. Beg for his big dick to fill your pussy.”

“Big brother, I need you in me!” whimpered Samantha. “Your… your dick. I need your dick in my cunny. You made me feel so good. Let me make you feel amazing, big brother.”

“Samantha,” groaned Kevin. He rose up, his chest rising and falling. Then he attacked the fly of his jeans.

I smiled and grabbed my pink wand massager. I spread my legs, throwing my right over the armrest, my bush soaked with juices. I shuddered as Kevin freed his cock. His dick popped out, the shaft nearly the same size as his father.

Samantha’s greedy hands grabbed it. Her legs spread, her right going over mine. She pulled her big brother to her. He cupped her face and kissed her on the lips, his mouth stained with her tangy juices. She pressed his cock into her pussy.

I pressed the wand massager into my own cunt. Turned it on.

“Yes!” I gasped as the buzzing device assaulted my pussy lips. The pleasure surged through me. “Fuck your sister!”

Kevin thrust forward.

Samantha moaned. Her legs wrapped around her big brother’s waist. My son and daughter united in incestuous passion. It was beautiful. I watched in awe, grinding the wand massager into my furred muff.

I had to take a picture.

I reached for my phone, keeping the wand massager rubbing against my pussy lips. My son pumped away at his little sister’s cunt, the pair still kissing. Her arms were around him now, her small breasts rubbing into his chest. He held her, too. The couch groaned.

I snagged my phone and opened the camera app faster than I ever had in my life. I was a mom. I was skilled at getting quick pics to immortalize family events. I aimed it at them, pleasure buzzing against my pussy lips.

CLICK!

My phone’s screen flashed. For a moment, a still image of them appeared then it was saved. I smiled and leaned back into the couch. I watched them making incestuous love as I masturbated with the humming massager.

I shuddered at the wicked sight. They groaned and gasped. Their bodies moved together. My children loved each other. It was so hot. So sexy. They both came from my womb and now they were united in the most taboo and forbidden way.

“Yes,” I groaned, my clit throbbing as the wand massager rubbed against it. My pussy, simmering from watching their foreplay, hurtled towards my orgasm.

My legs trembled. My toes curled. My big tits heaved as I watched them. They were both just so sexy. I shuddered, my hips wiggling from side to side. The wand massager felt amazing on me. That perfect delight just buzzing away at my flesh. I would have such a huge orgasm. Just explode in rapture.

It would be incredible.

I couldn’t wait for the rapture to rush through me. I would have one amazing explosion of ecstasy. The rapture would surge around me. I bit my lip, trembling, so ready to have this explosion of bliss. My children moaned into their kiss. Kevin’s ass flexed as he drilled his cock into his sister’s cunt.

“You two are so beautiful!” I moaned and exploded.

My breasts heaved. They smacked together with their pillowy softness. The ecstasy swept through my body. Waves of rapture washed out of my convulsing cunt. Juices gushed out, bathing the tip of the wand massager.

I kept rubbing it into my cunt, savoring the buzzing delight on my pussy lips as my orgasm flooded through my body. I rode the waves of euphoria. I whimpered and moaned, my body trembling from the bliss.

“You two are gorgeous!” I gasped. “You two make a beautiful couple. Just perfect together.”

They both groaned, still kissing. Then Kevin broke the kiss to gasp, “Samantha! Your pussy!”

“Big brother! I love your cock.” My daughter trembled, her fingernails clawing his back. “You’re going to make me cum again!”

“Yes!” I hissed, a second orgasm bursting inside of me.

My clit throbbed against the wand massager. My pussy lips went numb. The rapture rushed through me again. More pussy cream gushed out to bathe the buzzing tip of the amazing toy. I clutched the handle in both hands, grinding it harder into my cunt.

“Oh, my Lord, yes!” I moaned, my tits heaving. Stars danced before my eyes. My body drank in the rapture.

“Big brother!” groaned Samantha. “I want you to cum in me! I want you to flood my pussy!”

“Yes,” growled my son. “I will. I will flood you, Samantha!”

“Yes!” I moaned, my cunt on fire. My pussy clenched as I watched the wild sight before me. “That’s so hot. Keep fucking her. Keep slamming that dick into her pussy. Ooh, this is so hot.”

“Uh-huh,” moaned my son. He drilled his cock into his sister’s cunt. He fucked her hard. He plowed into her with passion. His balls smacked into her taint.

Heavy with his cum.

“You have to cum in her!” I moaned, another orgasm bursting in me.

I rode that third climax, my moans echoing through the living room. I gasped. Bucked. It was so intense. The massager numbed my pussy lips and clit. The vibration was almost too much. Almost painful. But I didn’t want it to stop. I wanted to keep cumming.

Waves of rapture washed through me as my children humped together. They gasped. Moaned. Kissed. Their bodies moved with passion. I shuddered as Kevin slammed hard into his little sister’s twat. He drilled her cunt.

She squealed in delight.

“Big brother!” she gasped, her body bucking beneath him. “I’m cumming! You made me explode, big brother!”

“Yes!” he growled. “I did. I made you cum hard. Shit, you’re pussy’s sucking at my dick!”

“Cum in me!” my daughter groaned, sounding delirious with rapture. “Flood me!”

“Flood her!” I gasped and exploded.

My pussy climaxed for the fourth time. The ecstasy swept through me. I ripped the wand massager from my pussy lips. It was too much. The rapture slammed into my mind. I drowned in euphoria, stars dancing across my vision.

Kevin grunted. He buried into his sister and didn’t pull back. She gasped in delight. My son flooded his little sister with his incestuous seed. He might be breeding her right now. He might have bred me, too.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. “That’s it. Pump your seed into her.”

“Mommy!” he groaned, glancing at me. “I am! I’m flooding her!”

I shuddered in delight. Samantha moaned. My son groaned. It was so hot. We were all cumming. My pleasure hit that peak. I quivered there, floating on rapture. Kevin groaned and collapsed on his whimpering sister.

They lay there, kissing and panting as they came down from their orgasmic high. I smiled at them, wanting to just curl up and nap. I buzzed from all the euphoria of teaching my children how to make love to each other.

“Wow,” Kevin said as he pulled away from his sister. His half-hard cock emerged gleaming in her juices.

“Now,” I said, my mouth watering, “what does a wife do for her husband?”

“Clean off his cock with her mouth,” moaned Samantha. She grabbed her brother’s dick, opened wide, and swallowed his cock. She nursed on his dick just like I would her father’s cock after he finished in me.

I smiled. It was beginning. They would make such a perfect couple.

When Mitch came home from work, he fucked me hard as our son took our daughter beside us. Then the men switched. My daughter and I were in heaven. I was so thrilled that all of this had happened. Our family would be so close thanks to the mind-control device.

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Kimberly “Kimmie” Michaels

Meatloaf would never be my favorite dish, but my husband loved it. This was his mother’s recipe. I wasn’t the biggest fan of my mother-in-law, but I had to learn his favorite dish and do it even better than her.

Which I had. I was way better at the domestic stuff than that old hag.

I pushed thoughts of my mother-in-law out of my mind as I sat to the right of my husband at the dinner table. June was to his left with Britney beside her. Dusk sat on the other side of me. The two bang-maids were hovering on the edges, making sure we had everything we needed.

I didn’t have to do the dishes tonight. I could do the fun part, the cooking, but not the tedious part. I loved these mind-control devices.

“So Tonya is going to divorce her husband,” I said. “She’s our live-in bang-maid now. She doesn’t need the distraction of marriage.”

My husband gave me a strange look.

“What? She was cheating on him all the time, weren’t you?”

“Not all the time,” Tonya said, “but…”

My husband frowned. “I suppose we can give him a new wife.”

“Someone young,” I suggested. “A reward for putting up with Tonya.”

A smile crossed my husband’s lips. “I have a student named Sally. She’s not the brightest girl. Real sweet, but… She would probably make a better wife and mother than a professional.”

“Then make her happy,” I said.

My husband nodded, smiling.

I glanced over at June and Britney. They were both so cute over there. They were whispering about something. I studied Britney. I was seeing her in a new light. She had been coming to our house since my daughter had met Britney in elementary school. Now she would be coming to our bed.

“So you’re a lesbian, huh?” I asked Britney.

“I am.” She smiled. “Vivian is amazing. I’m so lucky to be her girlfriend.”

“Amazing. But you like it when my husband fucks you.”

Britney blushed and nodded. “It just feels nice when it’s him. I wouldn’t let another guy do that.”

“Of course,” I said, smiling. My husband’s device was so naughty. “I bet you would make a great mother, Britney.”

“Maybe,” she said. “I mean, I’d probably have to adopt.”

“Nonsense. My husband can breed you. After all, you like having his cock in you.”

My husband nodded and then pushed back his plate. “That was delicious, honey.”

“Yes, it was,” I said, my pussy on fire. “June, I bought this new strap-on today. Want to get fucked by your mother? See what it’s like to be a lesbian like your friend?”

“Sure!” June said, smiling at me. She was so adorable with that cherubic face. “That sounds fun. And Daddy can breed you, Britney. Just like he’s going to breed me.”

“Really?” Britney said. “I’m not sure I’m ready to be a mother. I remember thinking it was hot in class, but… Maybe I should wait.”

My husband stood up. “I’ll be right back.”

“You’re not sure?” I asked Britney. “You don’t want my husband’s cum firing into your pussy?” Typing came from the living room. “You don’t want that fertile seed flooding your pussy and finding your egg?”

“I’m only eighteen. I’m too young for…” Britney blinked. “You know, it does sound hot to be bred by your husband, Mrs. Michaels.”

God, I loved my husband’s mind-control device. I dabbed at my lips with my napkin. “Bang-maids, start cleaning up. I think these two minxes need to be taken to bed and enjoy their slumber party.”

“And me?” Dusk asked.

“I bet you have homework to do,” I said. “You get that finished and I’ll have your daddy do something demeaning to you.”

My eldest beamed at me. Then she kissed me on the mouth, and not a brief one. My pussy clenched with the delight of it. A wave of heat washed through me. I wanted to fan my face when she broke the kiss.

Damn, she was a naughty one.

My husband and I ushered Britney and June upstairs. I was so ready for it. So eager to get naked and wild. The moment we were in the bedroom, my husband was on Britney. He was pulling off her cute blouse and exposing her little tits. She was a lesbian, but she was letting my husband touch her.

That made me so hot.

“Your friend is sexy,” I told June as I pulled off her top.

She beamed at me and nodded. “I licked out her pussy full of Daddy’s cum.”

“Lucky you,” I told her and then grabbed both her nipples and pinched them. She giggled in delight as I twisted them.

Dean didn’t kiss Britney. Not like I kissed our daughter. I thrust my tongue into June’s mouth as Dean pressed Britney down on the bed and pulled off her skirt. He threw it to the side then tugged down her panties. I broke the kiss with June to admire Britney’s body.

She was a petite cutie. Just like my daughter and me. I looked young enough to pass for their older sister. Dusk’s age. Especially with my red hair in pigtails. I loved the style. And so did my husband. Of course, he had his mouth on Britney’s pussy, just licking her out.

The lesbian whimpered and moaned as my husband feasted on her twat. He licked at her. He flicked his tongue up and down her folds, doing such naughty and deviant things to her. She gasped and shuddered, her body trembling.

It was such a wicked thing to watch as I stripped off June’s skirt. She wasn’t wearing her panties beneath. I couldn’t help but duck my head down and lap at my eighteen-year-old daughter’s fresh-tasting cunny.

“Mommy!” she giggled. She was shaved bald now, something she’d done this morning. Her smooth cunny lips felt amazing on my mouth. “Ooh, that’s nice.”

“Mmm, it is,” I said and pulled my mouth away. “Now, the strap-on is over on my nightstand. Fetch it and put it on mommy.”

My daughter grinned at me. She whirled around, pigtails flying, and darted to it. Britney kept moaning as my husband feasted on her young, lesbian cunt. The girl shuddered, her freckled face twisting in rapture.

June returned with the fleshy-looking dildo attached to the black vinyl harness. She fumbled with it, staring in awe at the shaft. It was as big as my husband’s cock. Maybe a tad thicker. She frowned and then figured it out. She knelt before me and held it out for me to step in.

“Thank you, honey,” I purred and slipped my legs into the harness.

The naughty minx beamed up at me as she slid the vinyl up my legs. I shuddered at that. She rolled the harness up my thighs. It sent a naughty thrill through me. This wicked delight that would have me bursting with orgasmic delight. She worked the harness over my rump.

“Make sure the dildo rubs on my clit,” I told her as the base slid into my shaved pussy lips.

“Ooh, is that how they make you feel good, too?” she asked. “When I asked, Britney didn’t know. She’s never been fucked by a strap-on. Daddy took her cherry. She and Vivian were trying to get their own toys.”

“Oh, well, I’ll buy them some,” I said, glancing at the girl as she shuddered on the bed.

Was she already cumming on my husband’s mouth? What a slutty little thing. I loved it.

Then I gasped as my daughter pressed the dildo’s base right on my clit. Shivers ran through my body. I groaned as she secured it about my waist, a bright grin on her lips. Then she flung herself back on the bed, lying right by her friend. They took hands. June kissed Britney quickly on the mouth.

Then I mounted the bed while my husband lifted his head, his lips dripping in young cunt cream. I grinned at him as we both moved between our schoolgirl’s thighs, aiming our dicks at their delicious twats.

I held my rubbery cock and brought it to my daughter’s pussy. My little titties jiggled as I leaned over June. She stared up at me with such fervor in her eyes. Beside us, Britney gasped. Dean groaned. My husband slammed into the lesbian’s pussy.

“Mr. Michaels!” squeaked the eighteen-year-old dyke. “Yes, yes, that feels so good in me. I love your cock being in me.”

“And you want me to breed you like last time, don’t you?” he said. “This time, you’ll always want to be bred by me.”

“Yes!” she moaned.

That made my cunt clench.

I pushed my dildo into my daughter’s pussy and thrust into her. She gasped. I sank down on her, our petite bodies coming together. Our small breasts rubbed tight. My nipples kissed her. The pleasure shot through my body. Tingles ran down to my cunt. My ass clenched, the heat rushing through me feeling so wicked.

I kissed her with hunger. I thrust my tongue into her mouth. I swirled around in her, loving every moment of our bodies being entwined. My hips pumped away. I drove the dildo in and out of my daughter’s pussy. The base rubbed on my clit with every forward plunge. Sparks flared.

I moaned into our kiss. She whimpered.

Beside us, Dean grunted as he fucked our daughter’s friend. He plowed into Britney’s tight cunt as I enjoyed our daughter’s tight pussy. My clit ached more and more, my orgasm building as I pumped away at my daughter’s snatch.

I enjoyed her.

Loved her.

I savored every moment of thrusting into her. The pleasure shot through me. It was so hot kissing my baby girl and making love to her with my dildo. She shuddered beneath me, her body writhing and undulating. The heat rushed through my body. It was a fantastic delight to experience. A wild passion. I would have such a huge orgasm making love to her. It would be fantastic.

I kissed her with hunger. My tongue danced with hers. The pleasure shot through my body. Her fingernails clawed at my back. She raked me with her passion. She clawed me as I pumped away at her. I made such sweet love to my daughter’s pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes, Mr. Michaels!” Britney moaned. “You’re going to breed me. You’re going to knock me up! I’m going to have your baby!”

“Yes!” growled my husband, thrusting harder, the bed rocking.

The sounds were so naughty. My pussy heated up faster and faster as I kept kissing my daughter. Her arms and legs held me tight. Our nipples rubbed together. Sparks flared. I thrust harder with my dildo. My clit burst with delight.

My orgasm came closer and closer to drowning me. The sounds of my husband fucking the other girl echoed around us. The passion had me trembling. I would have such a huge orgasm. This mighty burst of pleasure would shower through me. It would be intense. I couldn’t wait for it to explode through me.

“Yes, yes, yes!” groaned Britney. “Breed me! I’m cumming, Mr. Michaels! I’m cumming on your dick! So breed me!”

“Fuck, yes!” growled my husband.

Hearing him cumming in Britney had my daughter bucking. She squealed beneath me and broke the kiss. “Mommy! Mommy! I’m cumming on your dildo! I’m cumming so hard!”

“Yes!” I gasped and slammed into my daughter’s pussy. Her juices gushed out, bathing my cunt.

I joined her.

Rapture rushed through me. I bucked atop my daughter, cumming with her. The pleasure swept through my mind. My thoughts boiled. The ecstasy blazed so hot across my thoughts. It was amazing to feel. I groaned, kissing her hard. Fast. My lips sealed on her as the incestuous, lesbian fires burned through my mind.

They consumed my thoughts. My husband and Britney panted beside us while my daughter squealed into the kiss. I had made her cum. I had enjoyed every moment of pumping away at her young pussy.

I loved my family.

Listening to the two girls both whimper as they came down from their orgasmic delights sent a thrill through me. I glanced over at my panting husband. He had just dumped all that baby-making sperm into Britney’s youthful womb.

“Thank you,” I whispered and then leaned over. I kissed him so hard. I showed him how much I loved the mind-control devices that he created. I loved my husband with all my heart. My daughter squirmed beneath me, feeling so cute and hot.

When I broke the kiss, I moaned, “Is there any way to make your device easier to use? Those hex codes…”

“I’ll have Vivian work on it,” he promised me.

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Dean Michaels

My second day running the mind-control device at my college had been great. My students were all so eager to learn and excel at their next tests. Not as much sex today, but that was fine. I did give my daughters some delights.

Vivian came in to report. “It’s coming along great. I’m almost done coding. We should be ready for testing in a day or two.”

“And do you have a solution for how the system tags people?” I thought it was fine, but I could see why others wouldn’t like putting in the six-digit hexadecimal codes for people.

“A user-created database,” she said. “Anyone on the system can give a nickname to the tagged person. It has to be unique, but it will show up in place of the hex number. Of course, admin-level users can modify any of the tags, but no one else can once they’re set.”

“Perfect,” I said. “My wife told me the parts are arriving. We can start getting the server set up and I can build the new devices.”

“Well, the server software is ready. We could test it out today.”

I smiled at her. “How would you like to come over to my house for dinner?”

“Will you breed me like you’re trying to breed my girlfriend?” she asked.

I winked at her. This would be great. I had plans for these new devices. Things would change in my town.

To be continued…

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Angela and her party fall under the influence of Chaun’s lusty song.

The Knight and the Acolyte
Book Four: Song’s Passion
Chapter Four: Song of Unbridled Lust
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Acolyte Sophia – Lor-Khev, The Magery of Thosi

The minstrel’s music soared through the common room, his voice a honey purr that even excited me while his fingers expertly played the lyre. I had not heard the like since the night an Azian Bard had played at my mother’s estates. The music shuddered through me, my body growing hotter and hotter. And while the minstrel was undoubtedly a handsome man, my eyes were on the dancer.

She stood on the central table, her hips undulating to the music, her naked breasts jiggling. Her skin was ebony—a Halanian belly dancer. My pussy clenched between my thighs. I crossed and recrossed my thighs beneath my white robe as I drank in her beauty. Lavender, translucent pantaloons clung low on her hips as they writhed and moved in ways I didn’t think were possible. Bells jingled from her ankles, wrists, and dangling from her pierced, dark-brown nipples. Her eyes were dark and smoky, and her black hair was gathered in dozens of beaded braids that swirled about her neck.

I licked my lips, entranced by her beauty.

“Saphique’s virgin pussy,” I whispered, the heat growing through my thighs.

The music sang to me. Moved my desires and demanded that my hips undulate in a sensuous sway, matching the grace of the dancer did. I stood up from my chair, my hips trying to sway like the dancer’s. I had to get closer to her. I moved through the crowded common room of the inn, snaking between tables of patrons watching the minstrel over the beauty dancing on the center table.

“Gorgeous,” I groaned when I reached the broad table she danced upon.

The woman winked at me as she turned, the dark cheeks of her ass bleeding through the lavender fabric of her pantaloons as those hips rolled and swayed. Her upper torso didn’t even move. She had such wonderful control.

Entranced, I climbed up onto the table. She turned to me, her eyes smoky. Her right hand beckoned. The table was twice as large as any other, room for two or even three dancers to occupy it. My nipples aching beneath my robes, I swayed to her, my arms over my head.

A spicy musk surrounded her—hot pussy.

Her hips still swayed as she licked her lips. Then she reached out and opened the belt of my robe. It hung loose off my shoulders, falling open to reveal my small breasts and pale flesh. My pussy dripped juices down my thighs as the robe slipped off my body and landed on the table, my belt pouch clattering.

“You have lovely hips,” she purred in an exotic accent. Her dark hands rested on them, her fingers light and sensual.

Men watched me. I didn’t care. Nothing mattered by but the music singing in my soul and the dancer before me. Her hands moved me, swaying my hips in rhythm to her own undulations. She pulled me closer, her heavy breasts jiggling, the bells tinkling.

“You need to let them be free of fear to move with the purest grace,” she purred, her nipples brushing mine. Shudders ran down to my pussy.

I reached out, resting my hands on her naked hips above the hem of her pantaloons. Her flesh was hot. She smiled at me as we danced together, our nipples rubbing, my nose filled with the perfume of her hot pussy mixing with my tart musk.

“That’s it,” she purred, her lush lips inches from mine. “Do you feel the music?”

“Yes,” I gasped, stepping closer, our breasts pillowing together as I pressed my crotch against hers, our hips swaying in rhythm. “It makes me move.

Her hands on my his slid around, gripping my asscheeks. Her fingers dug in as we swayed. My clit ached, rubbing on the silk of her pantaloons. It was nice, but I wanted a more intimate contact with the dancer.

My fingers slid down, and my thumbs hooked the waistband of her pantaloons. I pushed them off her writhing hips. They slipped off her legs and she deftly stepped out of them. She was practiced at stripping while dancing.

My hands found her ebony ass. I imagined how sensual it must be for my pale fingers to sink into the flesh of her dark rear. My heart beast faster as our clits rubbed together as our hips undulated to the music’s beat.

“That’s it,” purred the dancer. “Now we go faster.”

“Yes,” I groaned, my clit aching against hers.

The pleasure increased. I drank in every point of contact between our flesh. Our nipples rubbed together. Our breasts pressed tight. Her hands on my ass, my hands on hers. Our thighs slided past each other and pressed on each other’s clits. My pussy clenched as sparks of pleasure burst from my clit, struck hot by every sway of her hips brushing our nipples together.

Faster and faster we swayed, circling on the stage. Men and women noticed us. They called out to us, but it was only noise drowned out to meaningless deluge by the music and her body. I felt her heart thud beneath her breasts as our lips moved closer and closer.

“You are a beauty,” whispered the Halanian belly dancer.

“And you are a gift from Saphique,” I moaned right before our mouths met.

Her lips were honey sweet. I moaned into the kiss, my eyes squeezing shut as my tongue met hers. We loved each other on the stage, sharing our passion for all to see. We ground harder and harder on each other’s thighs, our fingers kneading each other’s ass, pulling each other tight as the pleasure built inside of us.

Electricity coursed across my skin. Every inch of me felt so alive. The table was rough on my feet and she was soft and warm against my body. My pussy clenched every wonderful time our clits brushed. I moaned louder and louder into the kiss as my body tensed.

Her body shuddered. I was temple-trained to know a woman’s body. She was about to cum.

I let myself go, wanting to share that moment with her. I kissed her harder, sharing my passion for her beauty and skill as our bodies tensed together. Our fingers dug into each other’s ass as our clits slid against each other’s thighs.

Fires erupted inside of us. We came together.

Our moans were muffled by each other’s lips. We held each other as the throes of passion moved our bodies. Our juices squirted out, splashing each other’s thighs, mingling together. Everything faded, even the music, except for her. The pleasure crashed through my mind as I clung to her.

Bit by bit, reality came back. We still ground, our bodies eager for another cum. I broke the kiss, savoring the sensual smile on her lips as around us, men and women clapped, applauding the beauty of our shared passion.

“Now we added a new sway,” she purred, her body undulating.

I smiled and worked my hips.

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Xerathalasia

My body burned. Sophia ground hard on the Halanian belly dancer. My pussy was on fire. My nipples were hard. The music filled me, driving me mad with passion. It was like I was in heat. I looked down to make sure my cock wasn’t sprouting hard before me.

No dick.

I stood up, casting my gaze around. Angela rested her head on her arms, tired by the day’s walk and Thrak kissed Faoril with passion, the pair lost in their shared love. The orc and the mage made an interesting, and even beautiful, combination.

A serving girl walked by, carrying an empty tray. I seized her wrist.

The girl blinked as I stood, her eyes falling on my naked body, my large breasts jiggling. Her eyes trailed up and widened at my green hair and pointed ears. “Can I help you, madam elf.”

“Yes,” I purred, my free hand sliding around to squeeze her ass. A reckless, bold lust had seized me. I couldn’t stand it. I had to be satisfied. “This way.”

The girl squeaked as I pulled her after me, moving with grace through the crowded common room. Everyone was entranced by Angela grinding on the dancer or the minstrel playing. I felt the minstrel’s blue eyes on me as I crossed the bar, his music almost playing just for me.

I stepped into the service hallway that led up to the back stairs and the rooms above. The kitchen lay at the end of the corridor. The maid said something, it might have been a protest, but the music was too loud for me to hear.

I pushed her into a small alcove, her eyes wide, and kissed her hard before she could object.

Her lips surrendered to mine. My hands stroked her small breasts through the thin linen of her blouse. Her nipples hardened beneath my fingers as I pinched and rolled them. She gasped into my lips while I ground my wet pussy into the rougher weave of her dark skirt.

I broke the kiss.

“Madam elf,” she protest. “I’m supposed to be working.”

“Serving the customers,” I grinned as my hands pressed on her shoulders. “And I am in desperate need of your service. My pussy is on fire.”

The human serving girl trembled as she knelt before me. Her big, dark eyes looked up at me, her hair, in a black braid, slipped off her shoulder to fall down her back. I seized it, gathering it in my hand, before pulling her face between my this with it.

“Eat me,” I groaned. “I need it.”

Her gentle fingers slid up my thighs to my hips. She gripped me moments before her tongue licked out and swirled through my folds. I let out a satisfied moan, my ears twitching as the pleasure rushed through me.

The music bled through the walls, matching the pounding beat of my heart. I moaned, grinding on the girl’s sweet tongue. She licked and nuzzled at my pussy, savoring every lick and stroke of her tongue through my petals.

“Yes, that’s it,” I groaned, my free hand squeezing my fat nipple. I pinched and pulled it, loving the tingles of pleasure shooting down to my pussy. My ass clenched as her tongue feasted. “Make me cum, slut. Service me. Put that delicious, human mouth to use. You humans make such good whores. When I return to the forest, I will bring a few with me. You would be so popular.”

I pictured my pregnant wife fucking the slut from behind with her cock. Her belly so round and swollen with our child. In a week or so, my daughter would be born. The pleasure drove that thought out of my mind as I kept up with my fantasy.

“Fuck her, Atharilesia,” I moaned in Elven. “Ram your thick cock into the whore. Make her lick my pussy faster.”

Yes, my beautiful Xerathalasia, purred my wife in my imagination, her ears twitching as her breasts, grown large by her pregnancy and swollen with her breast milk, heaved. I’ll make her scream into your pussy and make you cum so hard.

“I love you, Atharilesia!” I gasped. “I miss you so much. I wish you were here with me.”

So do I. What fun we would have in the human world. When our daughter is older, we should visit it together.

Images of the pair of us in heat, sharing sexy human women, fucking them filled my mind. We’d lick each other’s cums out of their pussies and assholes. The human’s would moan wantonly as they feasted on our pussies or sucked our cocks.

I tightened my grip on the serving girl’s hair. I ground harder on her mouth as my back arched. My orgasm rushed at me, driven by the ever-increasing beat of the music. My pussy clenched in anticipation of that wonderful moment.

Cum on her face, Atharilesia moaned in my imagination.

“Yes,” I screamed. “Matar’s blessed cock, yes.” I switched to Human. “Drink my cream, slut. Drink it all down.”

The maid moaned as my orgasm crashed through me. She drank down the juices flooding out of my body. My back arched and my hips undulating. I pinched hard on my nipple as the pleasure crashed through me.

So wonderful. I added my voice to the minstrel’s, joining his harmony.

My toes curled on the rough wood as I rose onto the balls of my feet for a moment. I swayed, holding on tight to the serving girl’s hair, and then I crashed back down. My pussy ached as her tongue slid through it. Her wide eyes stared up at me as her fingers dug into my hip.

“Keep licking my, slut,” I panted as my orgasm faded. “I’m not satiated yet. I need more.”

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Thrak

Xera dragged the serving girl off. Sophia ground against her dancer. Faoril sat on my lap, her lips locked to mine.

My cock ached beneath her sweet rear. My blood boiled through me. It was so hot in the common room. So noisy. The room was so tiny. It closed in around me, almost choking me as the music resounded through it.

I broke my kiss with my mage. Her eyes were unfocused with lust, her silver nose ring piercing glinting in the dim light. Her light-brown hair swayed about her round face. I had to take her. But not here. Outdoors.

“Thrak,” she squealed in delight when I threw her over my shoulder, her light form draped over my swarthy strength. I stood, my hand squeezing her ass as I pushed my way through the common room. The weak Thosian men retreated before me.

They knew a real man when they saw one. Orcs were real men.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” I snarled as headed into the service corridor.

I barely glanced at Xera in the alcove as she ground on the face of the serving girl. The music still bled through the walls, filling me with such lusts. I had to unleash them. I had to pour them into my Faoril. I had to please her and love her and make her scream my name into the night air.

I burst through the side door into the courtyard. The stables were nearby. The music grew to a dull whisper, the night air wonderfully cool on my skin. The day had been warmed, but the wind blowing down from the towering Lesh-Ke Mountains to the south brought such relief.

“Oh, Thrak, I’m so wet,” moaned Faoril. “I’m dripping down my thighs.”

I set her down and she leaned against the wall, her red robes crimson in the moonlight. My thick fingers deftly unfastened the ties, and her robe fell open. It was heavy, her pockets filled with all manner of arcane paraphernalia. Underneath, she was wonderfully naked.

I fell to my knees. My dick ached, but I had to taste her spice. Her hand seized my black, woolly hair, pulling my broad, piercing-studded face between her thighs. Her flesh was silky and her spicy musk filled my nose.

I inhaled deeply. “My mage.”

“Yes,” Faoril moaned, her hands tightening in my hair. “My barbarian.”

I buried my lips into her pussy. Her spicy musk dribbled into my hungry mouth. I licked as I rubbed my thick lips and the bone piercings into her flesh. Her round breasts jiggled as she shuddered against the wall.

Her juices coated my tongue. I closed my eyes, savoring her spicy musk. I shoved a thick finger deep into her hot depths, my dick throbbing beneath my kilt in anticipation of her tight embrace. My tongue licked and nuzzled at her clit while my free hand reached around beneath her robe and gripped her ass, pulling her tight against my tongue.

“Oh, yes, lick up my juices,” gasped Faoril. “Oh, that’s what I need. Mmm, you are amazing. You know how to please a woman. You know how to make her cum so hard on your cock. Oh, yes, Thrak. Devour me.”

“I planned on it, slut.”

“Slut,” she moaned. “Mmm, I love that word. Slut. I’m an orc’s slut. My pussy is owned by Thrak. It craves his cock, his tongue, and his fingers.”

She clenched her pussy down on my probing finger. Her body shuddered. Her free hand squeezed her pink nipples. They would look beautiful pierced. And she needed another ring piercing her clit so I could play with it when I ate her cunt.

Faoril ground harder. The pleasure stirred through her. She shuddered on my hungry mouth. Her body heaved as she humped against my tongue on her clit and my finger in her cunt. Her juices trickled down my to my wrist, coating my hand.

She was excited. The music had driven her wild with lust.

My hand squeezing her ass moved to her crack. She had another hole I could play with. I dipped between her silky cheeks and savored the growing warmth. I brushed her sphincter, swirling my thick finger around it.

“Thrak, you amazing orc,” she gasped as my finger sank deep into her asshole. Her hands tightened in my hair as she bucked and ground against me. “Oh, yes. Get my ass ready. I want your cock back there. Not my pussy. I need to cum so hard.”

“Yes,” I growled. “I’ll make you explode. I’ll fuck your ass so hard.”

I pulled my lips and fingers from her body. She gasped as I ripped her robes off her shoulders. She stood naked in the courtyard, her body trembling in the darkness. I spun her around, her curvy rear before my face.

I parted those cheeks and buried my lips between them. I tongued her sour sphincter while my hands reached around her body to play with her pussy. I fucked two fingers into her tight cunt with one hand while the other attacked her clit.

“Thrak, yes,” gasped Faoril, her hips undulating, her butt-cheeks clenching on my face as my tongue drove into her bowels.

My dick ached harder. The sensitive tip rubbed at the fabric of my kilt, eager to be buried to the hilt in my sweet Faoril. Her juices coated my fingers. I ripped the pair out of her cunt and slid them up her taint to her asshole. I licked at her sphincter as I shoved the two lubed digits into her asshole.

“You like that, slut?” I growled. “A taste of the real pleasure you’ll get when my cock reams your tight ass.”

“I love it,” she gasped, her bowels clenching on my fingers.

I kept rubbing at her clit. Her body shuddered. Her head tossed back and then she bucked. I moved my mouth lower, licking at the bottom of her pussy as her spicy juices flooded out. I drank down as she screamed out her pleasure into the night.

“My orc made me cum,” Faoril gasped. “Oh, yes, he’s all mine. He owns my body, and I own his. He’s going to fuck my ass and make me cum again.”

“Yes, I am,” I growled as I rose, ripping my fingers from her ass while savoring her hot pussy on my lips. My hands hiked up my kilt, my dick brushing the cheeks of her ass. I left a glistening line of precum as I moved my cock across her rear. “This is my asshole. I claim it.”

“Yes,” Faoril gasped as I thrust hard into her depths.

Her tight, hot, velvety bowels engulfed my cock as I pressed her into the side of the building. I draped my muscular chest across her supple back, the top of her head brushing my chin. I drew back. My cock aching in her depths, the pleasure shooting to my balls, and thrust back into her depths, the bone piercing at the tip of my dick sliding along her flesh, tugging on my head.

It added one more delicious sensation for the both of us.

“Fuck,” gasped Faoril, her body trembling.

Her rear bushed back, undulating as she took my cock. My swarthy cock slammed in and out of her pale asscheeks. I braced my hands against the wall as I fucked her hard, pounding her ass, my balls smacking into her flesh.

“Take it, whore,” I snarled. “Take every inch of my cock. You love it.”

“So much,” Faoril gasped. “Such an amazing cock. Keep fucking me. Give me that wonderful cum. You know how much I love your cum.”

I let out a growling laugh. “You are my cum-slut.”

Her ass tightened on my cock. “Yes. Yes.”

Faoril quivered beneath me. She moaned again, her ass writhing about my dick as her second orgasm burst through her body. I loved making her cum. I fucked her faster as she screamed out my name for the night.

“That’s it, slut,” I growled. “Clenched that ass. Make my cock erupt into your tight bowels. You want my cum dripping out of you.”

“I do,” she gasped. “Pater’s cock, yes. Cum in me. Flood me.”

Our flesh slapped together. Her body’s shivering died down as her orgasm faded. She still gasped and grunted, her bowels still tight on my cock. I closed my eyes, savoring the hot velvet caressing my cock, building the pleasure in my balls.

“Keep pounding me,” she groaned. “Don’t let up until you give me all the cum in those thick balls.”

“Gewin’s cock, you are a woman, Faoril. More woman than many orc females I know.”

“Yes,” she gasped. “Now give me my cum.”

Dogs howled in the distance.

I slammed my dick deep into her. My balls smacked her body. They boiled. I growled as the pleasure burst from my dick. My cock unloaded into her ass. Every blast of my cum sent the fierce pleasure whipping through my body. I shuddered and growled, the dog’s baying with me.

“My woman,” I howled into the night.

“Yes,” Faoril panted, her ass clenching and relaxing on my cock, trying to draw out the last drops of the cum she hungered for.

The dogs howls grew even louder.

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Knight-Errant Angela

My body was on fire and my eyes were so heavy. As much as I wanted to watch Sophia dance, the droning, soothing song of the minstrel only made me yawn. I tried to keep focusing on how beautiful my Sophia was on stage, her pale body pressed into the ebony dancer’s.

But I was too tired. I needed sleep. Our traveling was catching up to me. Even with Gewin’s blessing girding my body, I had my limits. Which was a shame, because the dancing was so erotic. I wish I had to strength to push aside my chainmail loincloth and finger my wet pussy.

With a groan, I rose from the table. I was all alone. Xera, Thrak, and Faoril had slipped off, their lusts inflamed by Sophia’s dancing. So were mine, but I was the only one tired.

I hoped I wasn’t coming down with an aliment. Had I inhaled any foul vapors? Or had Illth’s cock spewed disease on me. I shuddered, hoping I hadn’t attracted the hermaphroditic goddess’s poxy gaze. I already had one goddess trying to kill me.

I stepped into the side corridor. Xera was stretched out on the hallway floor, a serving girl on top of her, the pair sixty-nining and moaning in delight, writhing heedless of anyone stumbling upon their lovemaking.

My lusts surged through me and I groaned as my head swam. The droning music from the common room was too soothing. I couldn’t fight against it. I yawned and trudged up the stairs, my boots thudding with every heavy step.

I reached the room I shared with Sophia. We rented three rooms, Thrak and Faoril had the second, and Xera had the third. I opened the door, glancing at my sword and kite shield leaning against a pile of saddlebags and bedrolls. I groaned as I closed the door behind me. The music drifted through the floor.

I yawned again as the music stopped. My eyes fluttered close. I had never been so tired and so horny all at the same time. I unbuckled my pauldrons and slipped them off, then undid the straps holding on my half-breastplate and backplate, freeing my large breasts.

The music had stopped and the hot itch between my thighs spread upward. My back straightened as I set my armor carefully down. I stretched, my chainmail loincloth jiggling between my thighs. Sophia was down there, undulating on the dancer, having fun.

Why was I up here?

My fatigue rapidly washed away. My hands slid up and pinched my nipples. I should have fun. I could join Sophia and the dancer on the table. There was room. My pussy clenched at the thought of dancing with the graceful pair, making all the men in the room hard.

Maybe I could enjoy a few men while Sophia and the dancer entertained each other tonight.

A knock rapped my door. I shuddered. I was so horny. Whoever was on the other side of the door would be in for a wild night. I didn’t care who they were. I just had to fuck someone. Anyone. Preferably with a hard cock.

“Yes,” I purred, marching topless to the door.

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Chaun

I let my music die. The acolyte Sophia still danced with Jathibiyya on stage, the pair grinding their pussies on the other’s thighs. They didn’t need my music any longer. They were gripped by their passion for each other.

I carefully put my lyre into its wooden case. It was made of polished wood, dyed as red as my lyre, and inlaid with matching gold that made a pattern of swirls around the edge. It was given to me with my lyre when I graduated from the Bardic College of Az. The case had a cunning latch hidden in the middle that clicked when I closed it. I picked up the case and moved with rapid steps across the common room. The crowd were already entranced by the dancing on the table, no longer needing my music to be entertained.

It was time to seduce Angela and win her confidence. I had to. I made a deal with Lady Delilah.

I slipped into my room, carefully setting the case on my bed. And then I changed. When I stared at Angela, a man rose in my thoughts. I was a changeling. I could look at a woman and know her husband’s or lover’s shape. My race could only impregnate a married woman, and only when we assumed her husband’s form.

But I also could assume a lover’s form. I wouldn’t impregnate Angela even if she wasn’t warded by a mage’s contraceptive magic—another thing my race could sense. I stared into the mirror as my face changed, it grew stronger, still handsome, but now dashing like a hero out of a quest, with flowing, dark-brown hair and dark eyes. My body swelled, stretching out the clothing I wore. Her lover, Kevin, was far more muscular than my current form.

His hands were calloused. Not from labor, but holding a sword, and there were more callouses on his body, places where armor had rubbed his skin rough. A knight, like Angela. I quickly stripped and found a change of clothing more suitable from my troubadour trunk—leather pants, a loose shirt, and boots. I closed the trunk. It was small, too small to hold so much clothing, but a Tuathan twinborn witch I had seduced, had gifted it to me.

She had such burning-red hair.

Dressed, I strolled out of my room and into the service hallway. I passed the elf and a serving girl in a passionate sixty-nine before heading upstairs. I reached Angela’s door. She was in there, coming out of her drowse but still incredibly horny from my song. She would be eager to fuck anyone.
But most especially the man she loved.

I knocked boldly on the door the way Kevin would.

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Knight-Errant Angela

I opened the door and blinked in surprise. “Kevin?”

“Angela,” he said right before boldly seizing me and kissing me on the lips.

I stood frozen, his mouth working against mine. I was so horny, eager to fuck any person, and yet Kevin’s lips did nothing to me. I barely remembered Kevin. I knew he was a knight. I remember him a few times from my early training. And then there were the holes in my memory stolen by the oracle.
According to Sophia, I had loved this man.

Not any longer.

I pushed him away and stepped back. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to help you on your quest,” Kevin declared. He was handsome, with dashing eyes and flowing hair. He wore a shirt that clung to his muscular body and tight, leather pants. He would make any maiden swoon.

I could understand why I was attracted to him in the past.

But not now. Even as horny as I was, I might as well have kissed my aged grandmother.

“Help?” I frowned. He wasn’t mentioned in the prophecy so why was he here? “You came from Shesax to help me?”

“Yes,” he grinned, stepping into the room and seizing my shoulders. “How I missed you. I should have come with you.”

“Why would you? I’m on a Quest.”

“I said terrible things to you,” he continued, his eyes filled with such passion.

It was wasted on me.

“Uh-huh.” I shrugged my shoulders out of his grip and stepped back. “I guess that’s why I gave you up.”

“What?” Confusion flashed around Kevin’s face.

“I don’t love you anymore,” I answered. “I’ve moved on. I have a girlfriend now. My acolyte. Sophia loves me and I’m very fond of her.”

“But…you have to love me.” His eyebrows furrowed.

“Have to?”

“Yes. I’m the man you love. You should be dripping wet and eager to bed me.” He stepped forward, and I frowned.

Where was his armor? His sword? Why would Kevin travel all this way to help me and come dressed like a man out to carouse at the tavern?

“Are you…really Kevin?” I swallowed, carefully moving back to my sword.

“Who else would I be?” Kevin scoffed. “Don’t you remember all the times we lay in bed? The promises we made of marriage when we finished our Quests? Or the times we would duel on the training grounds and the winner would dominate the loser?”

Dominate… I did have a fondness for dominating Sophia, and when I defeated Injuriae the Erinyes two weeks back, I had an overwhelming urge to make her submit. Could it have come from those missing parts of my life.

“No, I don’t love you.”

“You have to,” he insisted, growing even more baffled. “I saw it in…”

“Saw what?” I seized my sword.

Kevin flinched. Not like a warrior readying himself for battle, but like an untrained man suddenly confronted by violence. Kevin stumbled back, letting out a panicked yelp that any Knight Deute would be ashamed to make.

I didn’t remember Kevin well, but I wouldn’t have loved a weak knight.

I aimed my sword at him and demanded, “What are you?”

“Sorry, I don’t mean you any harm,” Kevin said. “I’m a changeling.”

His body suddenly changed, his flesh flowing like wax. He grew taller and slimmer. The chiseled lines of his face muted and grew soft, turning into something almost beautiful. His ears grew long and pointed like Xera’s as his skinned darkened. He grew black. Not the dark, deep brown of a Halanian, but true black of midnight. His hair became silvery and luxurious, shining about his ears.

The lust rushed back. The urge to fuck the next man or woman seized me. I let out a moan. The changeling was gorgeous, even beautiful. His clothing hung loose on him, his trousers slipping off revealing an thick, ebony cock that made my pussy clench.

“Sorry,” the changeling said. “I’m the minstrel, Chaun. I saw you in the crowd and Kevin’s image rose in my mind. It’s what we do. Seduce women while looking like their husbands or lovers. I only wanted to give you a night of passion. I don’t understand why you don’t care for this Kevin. You should. You love him.”

Angela groaned, her grip weakening on the sword. “A night of passion is what I was interested in. But not with Kevin. I…I gave up my love for him. I don’t remember him.” My smile grew wanton. “But I’ll remember you. What a cock you have.”

A cocky, bold grin spread on his dark lips. He opened his mouth to say something, when the dogs bayed loudly outside. I frowned, the howls cutting through my lust. There was something about the howls. Something…bloodthirsty.

“Those aren’t dogs,” Chaun said, cocking his head. “The howls aren’t quite right. The pitch and the way their larynx vibrate. Not wolves either. There’s a bit of human in the baying. Monsters.”

I spun and grabbed my kite shield.

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Faoril

“What are those dogs?” I frowned as Thrak pulled his cock out of my ass.

His cum stayed inside, my body absorbing it for my magic. I turned and peered around at the small courtyard as the dogs bayed louder. My pussy clenched. I was still so horny. I didn’t need a pack of stupid mutts ruining the mood.

“They’re on the hunt,” Thrak frowned, stepping away from me.

“They’re just dogs,” I moaned. “Not wolves. I bet a local merchant went out fox hunting with his hounds and they’re just enthusiastic about returning. Come back here. Let me suck your cock clean.”

Thrak’s kilt covered his cock again, but it still bulged the front as he moved towards the coutyard’s entrance. I licked my lips and moved after him. I wanted more cum. I was still horny. Two orgasms wasn’t enough for me tonight.

“Faoril,” Thrak groaned as I squeezed his ass. He spun around and seized my shoulders. “This is serious.”

“So is me sucking your cock clean of my ass,” I moaned, rubbing at his dick through the kilt.

Thrak groaned. “Faoril, stop.”

“This is my cock,” I purred.

A black shape leaped over the courtyard’s low wall. I blinked in shock, my hand squeezing down on the cock. I needed to react, but I was so horny. All I could think about was Thrak’s dick as the shape leaped at me, snarling in rage.

I had a fleeting glimpse of a hairless, black body before the beast slammed into me. Pain flared across my shoulders and chest. The thing bit me. I crashed into the ground hard and screamed as the monster savaged my flesh.

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Thrak

The dog-like monster tore into Faoril’s flesh. Her blood spurted, splattering the hairless, obsidian hide of the beast. I bellowed, the rage lurking in my depths. It called to me, begging me to embrace the anger and kill.

My mage had been hurt.

I fought off the madness of the berserker rage as I lunged at the beast. I seized the beast’s head in my bare hands, ripping its muzzle from my poor Faoril. The creature snarled and twisted its body, trying to break from my strong grip.

I hefted the body high and then slammed it down hard on my knee. The beast yelped in pain as bones cracked. Its kicking, rear legs went limp. I seized the beast by the neck, hauled it up, and stared into its yellow eyes.

“Please, do not hurt me,” the creature said in a far too human voice.

“You hurt her!”

My arms bulged. I squeezed my hands together. The beast whimpered, his front legs clawing at my chest. His yelps turned into whines of pain as bones cracked. His neck twisted and a shudder seized its body.

I threw the corpse to the side. The rage struggled to seize control as I stared at Faoril. She whimpered, blood pooling out of the savage teeth marks across her shoulders and breasts. Crimson draped her.

I fought off the madness. She had to be protected. I couldn’t lose myself in the fury. That wouldn’t save Faoril

“Hold on,” I told her, my hands gentle as I lifted her dying body. So much blood poured out of her. “You’ll be fine.”

Faoril tried to speak, but only blood came out of her mouth. Her eyes shut. The rage was swamped by an even stronger emotion—fear.

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Xerathalasia

The serving girl’s pussy filled my mouth with tangy musk. I drank it down as my I shuddered beneath her body. Her tongue dug through my cunt, driving me towards my fifth orgasm. I shoved my tongue deep into her snatch.

Dogs howled.

My ears twitched and I froze. They howled again, braying louder, approaching the inn. Only those weren’t dog howls. I had heard similar, almost-intelligent baying in the Deorc Forest. I had hunted creatures that made sounds like that—barguest.

The serving girl yelped as I pushed her off of my body and gained my feet. “What? I was so close.”

“Find a room and barricade yourself in it,” I barked as I raced for the stares.

Barguest were shapeshifters, able to change from a hairless, black dog to an equally black-skinned human. They were intelligent and cunning. Most delighted in blood and mayhem. They lurked on the fringes, picking off the weak until they were driven away by the local mobs or crusading knights.

Or elvish hunters.

As I headed up the stairs, a topless Angela, gripping her kite shield and sword, came down the stairs, trailed by a slim, elfin man with midnight-black skin and silvery hair. His leather pants were loose on his slim figure, his hands holding them up as he followed Angela. For a moment, a hot wave of lust for the man went through me.

I shook my head. Why would a man attract me?

“You hear them?” Angela asked.

“Yes,” I shouted. “I need my bow. They’re barguest. They can shape change into humans. They’re intelligent and dangerous.”

“Right,” Angela shouted as we passed each other.

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Acolyte Sophia

I broke away from Jathibiyya, the pair of us panting from our many orgasms. The crowd cheered around us. I smiled at them and I was riding too high on my cums to care that most of them staring at me were men.

They weren’t trying to touch me.

“You could be a belly dancer,” Jathibiyya purred in her delightful accent.

“Well, I wouldn’t mind a more private lesson upstairs,” I told her, my had sliding down her thigh. Outside, dogs bayed and barked.

Jathibiyya laughed.

A topless Angela burst into the common room, brandishing her weapon. “We’re under attack.”

“What?” I gasped as Angela rushed through the common room towards the inn’s entrance, followed by a rather beautiful figure. I flushed when I realized it wasn’t a woman I stared at, but an elfin, black-skinned man. “Is that a changeling?”

I bent down and seized my robe and belt. I pulled on the robe and fished out my magical dagger from the pouch. It had been enchanted by my temple to glow when danger neared. Right now, it shone bright pink.

“Slata’s cunt,” I groaned. I hopped off the table and made to head after Angela.

“Sophia!” Thrak roared.

I stopped, turning to see Thrak and—

“Faoril,” I shouted in horror. Her entire body was covered in blood. I shoved my hand into my pouch, pulling out a healing potion. There was no time for me to work my magic. She was badly savaged.

I hoped she wasn’t dead.

The dog bayings grew louder. Glass shattered. People screamed as large, vaguely dog shapes burst into the common room, snarling and attacking. The patrons jostled me in their panicked flight. I gripped the healing potion, vainly striving to reach Faoril.

A large man struck me. I fell forward onto my left hand and knees. I kept a tight grip on the vial in my right. It was my last healing potion. I couldn’t lose it. I hadn’t even thought to make more than the three I had been given. It was stupid. I hadn’t made more because I could cast the spell.

Another person jostled me. I gasped, my side aching as I sprawled onto the floor. The monsters howled through the room. Tables and chairs crashed. The screaming grew louder. My heart thudded. I looked up, searching for Thrak through the panic.

I had to get to Faoril.

“Sophia!” Thrak bellowed.

A man groaned in pain and crashed to the floor before me, his face bloodied. Thrak stepped out of the crowd, Faoril cradled in his arm. He leaned down, setting her before me. I pulled the stopper from the vial and dumped it into her mouth.

“Please don’t be dead,” I whispered.

Thrak let out a bellowing roar and punched the leaping monster in the face. It crashed back into a table. He strode into the fray, joining Angela in fighting the monsters. I stared down at Faoril, the last of the milky potion poured out into her lips.

“Come on,” I whispered.

Faoril groaned.

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Knight-Errant Angela

The barguest crashed into my kite shield. The beast snarled, foamy spittle flying over my shield and splashing across my naked breasts. I thrust with my sword, stabbing through the beasts chest. It fell to the ground, transforming into a black-skinned woman, blood gushing from between her breasts as she died.

Thrak bellowed and rushed past me. He punched a barguest in the head. Bones snapped as the beast fell limp to the ground. The orc stepped up beside me, his swarthy body smeared in blood. I hoped it wasn’t his.

“Faoril?” I asked.

“Badly wounded. With Sophia.”

I threw a look over my shoulder. Sophia knelt on the ground beside the blood-smeared Faoril. “Damn. We could use her magic.”

I raised my shield. A barguest’s teeth scraped along the wood. I heaved the beast back with my shield and then swung, catching the monster on the flank. It snarled in pain and jumped back. Baleful eyes fixed on me. It howled.

More answered from outside.

An arrow struck the howling barguest in the throat. The creature fell dead. “Thanks, Xera.”

“I hear more outside,” she shouted. “They’re converging. The pact most have broken up to search the town for us.”

“And who sent them?” I demanded, stabbing my blade into the flank of the next.

“Does it matter?” Xera asked as she fired her bow and caught a barguest leaping through the shattered window in the eye. “There are another twenty or thirty racing towards us. We’ll be overwhelmed.”

Outside the inn, barguest howled and the next wave poured in through broken windows and shattered doors. I swallowed as the tide of black bodies raced towards Thrak and me. I set my shield and prepared to show these beasts how a Knight fights.

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Lady Delilah

Black Hound’s pack howled as it tore through the town. I smiled as I listened to the baying. Though I stood on a hill on the outskirts of the town which gave me a great vantage on Lor-Khev, I could not see the Merchant’s Rest Inn. I knew Angela would deal with the pack. And if Chaun was whom I believed him to be, he would aide them and win her trust.

I smiled, my heart beating with excitement.

The flap of wings drew my attention to the sky. I frowned. An erinyes swooped overhead, a fiery spear clutched in her hand. Why was Incessae here? What business did Slata’s vengeful daughter have…

“That bitch,” I snarled. Why had I not anticipated Slata’s petty vengeance.

The erinyes swooped down towards the center of town and the Merchant’s Rest Inn. Anger burned through me. I fought to control it. Angela would have to face Black Hound’s pack and an angry erinyes.

Would she survive both?

To be continued…

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Introduction – part 3 This is the 3rd part …sequel to part 2. If you read this and have not read the first 2 parts, I suggest you read them in sequence …unless you’re just after the sex scenes …but for those who follow the story …keep reading.

Previously ……

Friday, morning we were up at the crack of dawn, packing our bags, I was ready and told Alexis, I would go check us out.

I had a message, left by Frank, at the front desk …God I was glad Alexis wasn’t with me.
She still didn’t ask if anything happened between us on the beach that night, which I found to be kind off odd.

I decided now, that if she did, nothing did happen, Mike kept his promise and I don not want to loose her.

All the note said was,
‘Sorry, you had to see that, the other night, our secret is still safe, will be in touch.’

This is the last thing I needed right now, but decided to deal with it, when it comes.

Friday afternoon, around 2:30PM, the plane touched down at New Ark airport in New York.
We collected our bags and walked in silence towards the long term parking garage.
We reached our parting point, I gazed in her beautiful blue Spanish eyes, holding it, mine begging hers for an answer.

“Thank you, Rachel, for everything,” she said.

“Are you OK,” I asked.

“I will just have to be,” she replied and walked away.

The emptiest feeling filled my body. Tears running down my cheeks as I drove towards home.

Part 3

Chapter 10.

I saw Jahmal waiting at the main entrance of the estate as I pulled up. He reared up, standing on his hind legs, making a whinny sound.

I had about a fifty yard head start making a wide circle and our familiar race started, along the half mile drive way.

I watched him in the side mirror, making up ground with every stride, a thousand+ pound of pure horse muscle, he looked magnificent, the sound of his hooves getting loader.
I opened my window when he was next to me.

“High gorgeous, did you miss me,” I yelled at him.

As I pulled up to the main house, he made another wide circle slowing into a steady trot, coming towards the wooden fence.
I grabbed a handful of sugar cubes which I kept in the car, just for this.

I was already on the fence, grabbing him around his neck, he just loved my hugs and the sugar cubes that came with it.

“Hi baby, we are going for a ride first thing in the morning,” I promised.

I was jerked backwards from the fence, falling into Mike’s arms. He carried me down the pebble stone path to the house, kissing me tenderly.

Inside the front lobby, I swung my legs around his waist.

“God, I missed you,” he said, looking deep into my guilt filled eyes.
“Congrats on the deal you two pulled off,” Mike added.

“I missed you too,” I said.

Josh and Lizzy came down the stairs, rolling their eyes at the site of us holding each other.

“Please, get a room you two,” Josh jokingly said.

I hugged them both at once, holding them tight until Josh squirmed himself free.
Josh was never one for affection, but Lizzy was different, she would still, at her age, sit on my lap, hugging me.

“So tell me, how was the Bahamas …worth a vacation?” Mike asked.

I tried to sound as normal as a woman who was fucked by three island men, can possibly sound.

“Oh, definitely, absolutely gorgeous …that should be our next get away,” I replied. Thinking of Frank as I said it …strange.

“Honey, can you and Josh get my bags please,” I asked.

“I am going to take a shower, quickly, then I will tell you all about the trip,” I said.

I slipped my clothes off and jumped into the shower, soaking myself under lukewarm water. I felt tensed and nervous and wanted to get myself together, before Mike picks up on anything, with his sixth sense.

Before I could get out, I felt Mike’s naked body stepping into shower, taking me in his arms.
He started kissing me gently …the water running down my face …the taste of his familiar mouth mixed with the water, twirling our tongues.
He rolled my butt cheeks with both hands, spreading them …I felt my vagina hole gaping …stretching.
His erected penis …dangling between my legs …poking me occasionally.
He broke the kiss, cupped my breast with both hands.

I turned the water off, as he took my left nipple in his mouth …nibbling it, twirling his tongue around it.
I kept my eyes closed, thinking about Alexis …how different it felt when she sucked me.
Gosh, I missed her already.

Just thinking about her, made it easier, I felt my body relaxed, as Mike found my pussy, gently rubbing it …his middle finger found my clit …rolling it …slipping his finger in my hole.

I haunched between his legs, taking his cock with my right hand …running my tongue from his balls up the underside of his penis, all the way up to the helm …twirling around it, taking the tip into my mouth, while stroking his shaft.
His 8 inches felt small in comparison, I closed my eyes …imagining Frank’s cock in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down. I let go of Mike’s penis.

Why am I thinking about Frank …what was supposed to be Alexis’s fantasy, …to be fucked by an African American, turned out to be an obsession with me…

Mike raised me to my feet, kissed me again.

“You’re OK?” he asked.

“I’m just tired,” I lied.

“It’s alright baby, I’ll make us dinner, then you can get some rest,” he said.

I turned the water back on, Mike left …I felt like scum.

It was the first time in all our years, that I turned Mike down. He sensed something was off…

By the time I got to the kitchen, dinner was almost ready.
During dinner I told them about my trip, the meetings we had, the site seeing of the island, the beautiful sunsets …everything …except how big a slut I became…

I told Mike how Alexis just had them eating out of her hand, almost as if she transfixed them with her charm and beauty.

“Well, she seemed like a remarkable woman, the few hours she spent with us,” Mike said.

Indeed, in every sense of the way, I thought to myself.

I hit the sack earlier than I normally did, laying in the dark …thinking about Alexis as I drifted into a deep sleep.

Chapter 11.

Saturday morning, Mike woke me up with breakfast in bed, he is such a darling, most of the times.

It was Spring break …Lizzy are going to her grand parents, my in-laws.
Josh already left on a camping trip.

He was going to drop Lizzy off at the airport and then of to play golf with his buddies …and I decided to take Jahmal for a gallop.

I dressed myself in my riding gear, wearing a white pull-on breech without my panties and a long sleeve sweater.

I looked myself in the mirror, if you look carefully, you could see the dark patch of hair between my legs.
I went down to the stables, finding Charles grooming Jahmal.
I almost startled at the sight of him, reminding me of Frank.

In all my years I never looked or even remotely thought about Charles in a sexual way, but today I almost visibly stared at his crotch, feeling the blush rushing to my cheeks.
A big bulge showed in his pants.
I felt the stirring between my legs.

“Hi, Charles,” I greeted him. “Can you get Jahmal and Rosa-bell ready and load them, I am taking them for a ride,” I asked.

“Morning missy, you want me saddle them here,” Charles asked.

“No, just load them I will saddle them myself, thank you Charles,” I said.

I went back inside the house and decided to call Alexis.
I phoned her cell phone, she picked up after the first ring.

“Hey you,” I said.

“I am taking Jahmal for a ride, you up for it?” I asked, praying she would say yes.

“Well, I really don’t have any riding gear,” she answered.

“No problem, I have extra pairs of breeches, from my younger days”, I said.
“We will do a pretty nice horse trail a few miles from here …so you can come by the house.” I said.

“No problem,” she you in a bit, she said.

Forty minutes later she pulled up to the house.

She quickly changed into the white breeches and she looked awesome, wearing short cowboy boots, a pink long sleeve blouse stretching round her soft breasts.

Five minutes later we were on the road, Mike bought me a Ford F350, especially to haul the horses around, it’s only a fifteen minute drive to the a nearby lake, which has various horse trails to pick from.

“I got abandoned, Mike and his buddies had a golfing date,” I said.

I told her about the shower episode and when he sucked my tits how ‘she’, was the doing it in my mind

She just stared at me…

“At some point, you will have to talk about it, what you really feel …you know?” I said.
“I have fallen for you …and I really don’t know what to do..” I continued.

We reached the starting point of the trail.

“We can talk, later,” she said.

I unloaded Jahmal and Rosa-bell from the trailer.

“Wow, they are both beautiful,” Alexis said. She patted Jahmal, stroking his neck, he immediately responded to her touch.

“I think he likes you,” I admitted.

“You know how to saddle a horse,” I asked, not expecting her to be able to.

“What do you think,” she jokingly asked.

Once again, she just amazed me, I gave her my custom made saddle and asked her to saddle-up Jahmal.

The saddle is a tight fit, with a horn, the space between the pommel and cantle, gives a steady seat and obviously to me, a sensual sensation between the legs with every ride I take.
The seat-rise was v-shaped, which parts my pussy lips perfectly, that is why a never uses panties on my trots.

Today, Alexis will experience that sensation, I decided.

“So, you want me to ride Jahmal” Alexis asked.

“Yip, Rosa-bell, is a bit stubborn, she sometimes gets moody and wild,” I explained.

I gave a quick inspection of her saddling-up effort, perfect. I adjusted the bobble straps, ensuring an enjoyable ride with the height of the stirrups.

“Not bad for a Boston city girl,” I said.

I fitted the bits, bridles and reins on both horses.
I gave her my spare riding hat. She strapped it on, her hair bundled in a ball, which gives her and different look.

She was just indescribably beautiful.

I helped her onto Jahmal, which was getting impatient with us taking so long.
At once, she got him in a trot, circling me as I got onto Rosa-bell.

God, is there anything this woman cannot do, I asked myself?

We trotted side by side, she rhythmically rocked back and forth in the saddle, holding the reins loosely in her hands, I gave her some pointers on Jahmal, he is pretty much an easy horse to ride.

They looked an awesome pair. We rode alongside the lake, for a while and found an open space, I send Rosa-bell into a slow ‘pace’, Alexis followed suite, watching her crotch grinding into the saddle.
My own lips parted by the seat-rise, the rocking movement causing a rubbing effect, a quick way to become horny really fast.

We ‘paced’ for a while, going a bit faster, Alexis just half a length to the left, in front of me.

This is so good, having her with me, doing what I loved most, riding horses …it felt so free and Alexis enjoyed it just as much, looking back at me, her smile, make her seemed so happy.

We ‘paced’ for about 2 miles then stopped next to a big lane of trees next to the lake.

“Oh my, this is fun,” she laughed, as she got of Jahmal.
“Wow, amazing, he is just so powerful, I had to hold him back.” she added.

I noticed the grayish spot between her legs, which meant she was already wet down there.
My long sweater covered mine, which was definitely wet.

We sat down on the grass, under a Weeping willow tree, right next the the water.
I propped myself onto my elbows laying back, she turned around, still sitting, legs crossed, facing me.

“Ask away,” she said.

“I just need to know what your intentions are …how you feel about us…” I asked.
“You are sending mixed signals …one moment you want to cool down …next moment you teasing me again… ” I continued.

“Are you playing with me …Alexis?” questioning her.

She looked almost hurt by this.

“I will never play with your feelings …but lets get real …you are married, Rachel …what happened between us, was spontaneous …I can never expect more from you …than what we have …I enjoy your affection, as much as you do mine …but …to admit that I have deeper feelings …will change and affect more than just us,” she explained.

“And what do we have…Alexis?” I asked.

“Something special …I believe …something only you have control over …” she said, I interrupted her.

“No wait …that is just it …I cannot control my feelings for you …God Alexis, this is not like a high school crush …I have never felt a deeper love than this …not even when I met and fell in love with Mike,” I tried justifying.

“I said before, I would never have let you in this far, unless I felt something more than just friendship, but it would be unfair from you, to expect anything more from me, under these circumstances, I do care for you, dearly …and that is why I say …you can steer this relationship to where you want it to go.. If you walk away now …then so be it .. I will understand that ..but I won’t ask you do anything foolish …just so that we could be together.” she explained.

“Can I ask you something ..and I need an honest answer?” I asked.
She gave me a yes nod of her head.

“Are you afraid to love …or to be loved?” l continued.

“Both I guess, I don’t let anybody close enough,” She answered.
“Looked what happened …when I let you in.” she said, tears welled in her eyes.

“Did something happen in your past?” questioning her more.

“A long time ago, but that is in the past.” she continued, sniffing, using her sleeve, wiping away a rolling tear.

“You know what I don’t get …how someone as beautiful as yourself, seemed to be alone ..have nobody to enjoy this ..pointing at her.” I said.

“That is just it, my beauty is a bigger hindrance than you can ever imagine …women feel intimidated by it …men will date me …just to use me as a display ornament …something to brag over with their drinking buddies.” she continued.
“And …it’s really not a bad thing to be alone you know.” she added.

A little smile played around her face. “I remembered when I was a teenager …my father once said …to have a son, you just have to worry about him …but to have a daughter, you have to worry about the whole damn neighborhood’s boys …and a beautiful woman …is everyone’s woman …I guess it is true.” she said.

I sat up, crisscrossed my legs, our knee caps touching, I gazed into her eyes.

“If you are willing, we can be lovers” I said, surprising even myself.

“I believe we already are.” she reminded me.

We got up, I adjusted both horses bobble straps, lifting the stirrups a bit higher.

“What are you doing.” she asked, while mounting Jahmal.

“We are going to have a race back to the truck,” I suggested.

“How big a head start you need?” Alexis asked with confidence.

We started with a slow canter, riding side by side for a couple hundred yards, Alexis already in the suspended position, looking like a veteran jockey, then I sent Rosa-bell into a full gallop, I knew she was a fast sprinter, even faster than Jahmal.

I peeked backwards underneath my right arm, Alexis and Jahmal was at least 4 lengths behind, I pushed Rosa-bell even harder. “Come on girl, lets kick some butt,” I whispered in her ear.

It felt awesome, I could hear them behind us, moving closer with every stride.
I figured we have maybe, just over a mile of open space left.
I was riding Rosa-bell to the limit, when Jahmal’s head appeared in my peripheral vision, closing the gap with every stride …they were next to us and the way she held the reins, short, meant she was holding Jahmal back …and then she let go of him, within a second they were more than a length in front, increasing the gap with every stride.
God she is a good rider, maybe even better than myself, Jahmal’s posture suggested he enjoyed every second of it.
We reached the end of the open space and Alexis made a wide circle bringing Jahmal to slow trot, towards us.

“Where in the world did you learn to ride like that?” I asked amazed.

“Oh, it was all Jahmal, like you said before, he is easy to ride” she said.

We walked them down for 5 minutes …cooling off, unsaddled them and loaded them into the trailer.

Alexis loosen her hair, looking ravishing.

In the truck she leaned towards me, we kissed, long and passionately.

“Thank you, Rachel …this was wonderful …I really enjoyed that …we should do it again.” she said.

Back at the ranch, I had Charles unload the horses.
I noticed him staring at Alexis.

“Charles, can you please take care of them and put them in their paddocks for a couple of hours.” I asked, distracting his attention.

In the kitchen her first words were, that Charles reminded her of Frank, the island lawyer.

“By the way, speaking of Frank …what happened that night on the beach …did he bang you? ” she asked with a big grin on her face.

I kept my face as straight as possible, decided, after today, there is no way I am ruining this relationship, I will take my chances.

“Nooo ..nothing happened, we just walked for a while.” I lied.

“Oh no …gee what a waist …I still think he would be an unbelievable fuck.” she surprised me once again.

“Listen ..Alexis, you are welcome to take a shower,” I said.

“Where is the rest of the family …the kids I mean,” Alexis asked.

“Josh is on a camping trip … Mike dropped Lizzy off at the airport this morning, going on a school trip to Florida.” I answered.

“I probably should go …have a lot to do …” she said.
“And by the way …I have decided to lease that condo with the option to buy …remember the one you have seen with me.” she added.

“Well …you are most welcome to stay …Mike won’t be here until much later this afternoon,” I said.

She took me in her arms and kissed me, the warmness of her mouth …the tips of our tongues exploring…
She gazed into my eyes …hers smiling …mine laughing..

“See you Monday.” she said

“Bye” I replied.

Chapter 12.

I felt better, she might not have admitted that she loved me …but she did consider us ‘lovers’.

I decided to take a long relaxing bath…

My breezes were still damp, as I stepped out of it ..I ran my finger through my slit, slimy as hell form the horny horse ride earlier.

I looked at myself in the full length mirror against the side wall, I looked and felt sexy, my pussy neatly trimmed, I cupped my breast, they were actually the perfect size, my taut nipples as big as my pinky’s first lit. My hourglass shaped body.. well in proportion with my long legs.

I spread my legs, butterflied my pussy lips open.. I could see the glistening slimy wetness … I decided to relief myself from the horniness …I got Mr.Dong from his hiding place, went to the bathroom …and locked the door.

I wet the suction end and mounted it against the tile wall of the bathroom …high enough to fuck myself doggy style …I ground myself, slipping it into my wetness …slowly ramming the rubber shaft inside of me …the 12 inch dong disappeared with ease …not even feeling the thickness …but still amazing …I rammed myself harder …cupping my swinging breasts lifting the left one to my mouth… sucking my own tit …biting my nipple… faster, stroking the rubber dong deep inside …my butt cheeks slapping against the cold tile wall …I was getting closer and closer …screaming as I came …squirting my juices against the wall …ripping the dong from the wall …standing up, legs spread apart …with both hands sunk it upwards inside …ramming it with swift fast movements in and out …cumming again and again …the juices free flowing running down my hands …dripping on the floor …again cumming more with each stroke …

I could cum more …but my arms were tired …there was still allot were this came from …’God, Rachel, you turned into a real slut’ …cursing myself.

I jumped into the shower, soaking myself …until the water ran cold…

After my shower I decided to take a nap …haven’t had much sleep the past week… I must have fell into a deep sleep …’cause next minute Mike woke me up.

It was past 6 o’clock in the evening…

“So how was your day with your golfing buddies…” I asked.

“Think I missed my calling ….Tiger better watch out…” he laughed.
“And what were you up to….” he asked.

“Oh, I had a lot of fun ….I invited Alexis over …we took Jahmal and Rosa-bell to the lake for a trot …you know what …that woman just amazes me more everyday …she is an incredible good rider …can you believe she and Jahmal beat me and Rosa-bell …I mean Rosa-bell …common…? she is by far the better sprinter …and she even gave me a head start …God I hate her..” I said, thinking how much I loved her.

“Well, you get those people that just turns anything to gold …and she is one of them…” he said.

I smiled at his comment from the inside …just feeling that burning feeling in my guts…

We had dinner …watched a movie and went to bed.

We made soft gentle love …my pussy still sensitive from the rubber penis …my eyes closed, thinking of Alexis …not giving away anything.

We spent Sunday with friends …having barbecue …drinking wine …on many occasions ..Mike caught me daydreaming …ripped me away from her..

Monday morning, back to the office …horrific traffic …eventually getting into the elevator.

I walked past her office but it was empty. I settled in reading my emails ..I had a 9 o’clock meeting with Dave, Rob and Alexis …that gave me 20 minutes to get my notes together.

At 9, I was in Dave’s office …he was sitting behind his desk …Rob drew up a chair next to him …Alexis sitting to his left opposite him …I seated myself next to her facing Dave and Rob.

“Well.. lets get to the point …” Dave started.

“First of all …what an outstanding job …the two of you did in the Bahamas …it just opened the doors wide open for future prospects, not only with our client …but also from the Real Estate developers in the Bahamas..” Dave continued.

“In fact.. they want to partner with us …using Alexis’s expertise in Real Estate law for upcoming projects in the Caribbean …their CEO and his legal team will visit us next week …to work out the details.

Both Alexis and I, glanced at each other …kicking my foot with hers …a smile playing across her face …we both knew what that meant.

“And thank you Rachel for your invaluable contribution, the client asked me to thank you personally,” Dave added.

A celebration party was planned for next week, Tuesday night, at the same hotel Alexis is staying.

When we left Dave’s office, Alexis invited me to lunch.

The rest of the morning went quickly…

I met Alexis at 12:30 for lunch …we went for a walk in Central Park …having hot dogs and soda …

“So …if this plays out we might spend a lot more time together, away from home.” Alexis said.
“You think Mike would be OK with that …I mean with him away from home as well.” she added.

“We will work it out, when it comes to that.” I said.

“Are you excited.” Alexis asked.

“About what.” I frowned.

“Frank coming to town.” she replied.

“Not really …why would I be?” I lied.

“He really digs you…” she said.

“And I dig you.” I smiled, slapping her hand.
She squeezed my hand.

She told me that she is signing the lease on the condo that evening …moving in tomorrow …fully furnished, except for the two spare bedrooms, so not a lot of moving to do.

Chapter 13.

The next day after work …not in a big hurry to get home, with the Lizzy still on her trip …Josh pretty much undependable …I helped her getting settling in to condo …we also picked up some of her personal belongings which were stowed at a storage facility.

She already had a home gym delivered and built, a treadmill and an exercise bike set up, in the third bedroom. So that is how she stays in shape, I thought to myself.

She was wearing a tight cycling capri type short… asked me if I mind her doing some time on the treadmill.

I sat on the floor …back against the wall …watching her …walking on the treadmill …we chit chatted about …people at the office …she told me on that first day when she started …with the one on one meetings …there is this real sexy young girl, working as a Research Analyst, that hit on her and in a subtile way told her …if Alexis need anything and she meant anythiinnggg …she must just ask. We laughed.

Our dinner was champagne and salad.

It was time for me to go …she walked me to the door …she was all sweaty but still felt amazing as she embraced me …she kissed me …our tongues brushing …tasting the saltiness on her upper lip, mixed up in our kiss …her hands around my neck …my hands on her butt …pressing her crotch against mine.

“Love you …Alexis.” I said, turned and walked away.

“I got home around 10 o’clock …Mike already in bed …reading.

“Hi sweety …did you have dinner.” I asked, walking though to the bathroom.

“I had a big lunch …Rachel …thank you.” Mike answered.
“I am flying to Texas tomorrow …not sure when I’ll be back …will you and Josh be OK …alone.” he asked.

“We’ll be alright …or should I say I will be OK …Josh already phoned me and said he is spending the night with Cameron.
Anyway …Charles is here after all …if I need help or anything.” I said, watching myself in the bathroom mirror, changing into my nighties …fondling my tit …imagining it cupped in Charles’s mouth …sucking away on it …surprised by my new found sexual thoughts towards our hired helper.

Next day I was in the office earlier than normal …I had just dropped Mike of at the airport …as I walked past Alexis office, she was already in.

“Did you wet the bed.” I said, as I peeked around the door frame.

“I couldn’t sleep …and you?” she asked.

“Mike’s gone again …dropped him off just know … on his way to Dallas this time.” I said.

“Well …yell if you need anything.” I said.

The day dragged by …haven’t seen her since this morning …by the time I left, she was not in her office.

When I got to the lobby …I ran into her …told me she and Dave had a meeting with another one of our clients …she will fill me in later.

“Hey …with Mike and the kids gone …you want to come over …maybe spend the night …” she suggested.

“OK …that would be nice ..” I said.

I was at her condo around 7 o’clock that evening …we had take aways and just mellowed listening to music …drinking wine..

“You want to get naked…and fool around a bit.” she surprised me again.

She took my hand and led me to the spare bedroom, which had still no bed it …the boxes we got from the storage unit yesterday, were stacked in the one corner.

She lifted one of the boxes from the pile …opened it …out came this weird looking machine …a black half barrel saddle shaped device …with a place for different vibrating attachments …she mounted a stiff rubber oval egg shaped vibrator, attached to a ridged rubber plate …it had a wired controller to set the vibration intensity and you could twirl the penis egg round … a sex machine, called a Sybian.

“You want to take it for a ride ..” she asked.

“You go first …show me.” I said.

We got up …she stepped into my arms …we started undressing each other …I unbuttoned her blouse …loosened her skirt …I kissed her between her breasts…unhooked her bra …took her left breast in my mouth gave it a good suck …my right hand inside her panties …winding them down …slipping them to the ground …her slit was already wet …we were both naked.

She plugged the power cord into the wall outlet.

Kneeling, straddled her legs over the Sybian …taking the controller …one dial controls the vibration intensity and the second the motion of the attachment …she dialed the first dial …the machine came alive …vibrating …using the second dial …the egg penis twirls around.

Alexis lowered herself …taking the egg inside her pussy hole …handing me the controller.
I dialed the vibration up to the second setting…she sat up straight …grinding herself into the seat …cupping, fondling, rolling her tits in circles …dialing the second dial …twirling the egg inside her pussy …dialing the vibration up to 3 …she rocked her crotch back and forth …her head thrown backwards …her juices drilling on the rubber plate …her clit pressed tight against the wavy moving ridged part …moaning softly now…

After a minute or so, she got up before she could come…

“Your turn …” she said.

My cunt was already soaking wet …she dried her own juices from the attachment …both dials turned off …I straddled over the saddle …sunk myself down …taking the egg inside me …grinding myself into the rubber plate …feeling the ridged part brushing my clitoris …Alexis dialed the vibration to 1 …feeling the machine moving …light vibration …I laid forward supporting myself on the front edge of the barrel.
Dialing it to 2 …more vibration …I grabbed my tits …nipples taut …rolling them …the egg started twirling slowly …more vibration …more twirling …I felt the juices seeping out my cunt …the ridgy plate massaging by clit …my breaths became faster …gasping for air already … grinding myself into the seat …more vibration …more twirling …I fell forward …more vibration …
it felt unbelievable …different than a normal vibrator …the intensity almost overwhelming …you feel the whole machines vibration …ripping through your whole body …the ridgy plate massaging my clit …building me to an orgasm …I looked down …little pearly drops of my juices …bouncing on the vibrating rubber plate.

“OOHH MYYY GOODDD” I shouted …feeling the orgasm spraying outwards ….cumming and cumming again ….she stopped the twirling …I rammed myself up and down the egg …into a squatting position …rocking the egg in and out my pussy …I fell back leaning, supporting myself on my hands, legs spread open, fucking the egg up and down …I came again…fell backwards …laying on the ground.

I helped finishing Alexis off …watching, ramming myself with an unused penis attachment …cumming again …Alexis came in a screaming roar …fell of the machine, her body spasmed, rolling side to side onto the carpet …which was wet from our spraying juices.

“Wow …that is a different sensation …have to get one of those.” I said.

We decided to take a bath.

The main bathroom had both a jacuzzi and hot tub …we decided to use the hot tub …filled it up …some bubble bath …lit some candles …bottle of wine …I got in first sitting at the back end …God she looked like a swimsuit model …her hair tied up in a knot …her pubic hair neatly trimmed …she got in facing me …

I spread my legs below the surface …motioned her to turn around …pulling her towards me …laying her down between my legs …her head resting on my right shoulder …I could feel her lower back pressed up against my crotch.

We sipped our wine …giggling like two sixteen year old girls exploring each others bodies…it felt like heaven …having her in my arms.

…she turned her head sideways kissing my neck.

Her kisses turned into small nibbles …even in the hot water …goose bumps raised all over my body …my taut nipples poking her in the back.

I cupped her tits in both my hands …fondling them softly …twirling her nipples between my fingers …I turned my head downwards …our mouths met …kissing gently …we spend more than an hour …just hanging out in the hot tub.

When it was time for bed I realized there were no bed for me to sleep …the other room had her training equipment.

“I’ll take the sofa…” I said.

“No need … when I said you can spend the night …I meant in my bed…” Alexis replied.

We got in to bed …she fell asleep in my arms …I woke up in hers …spooning like a real couple.

Two days past without seeing Alexis …Dave kept Alexis real busy with the next big case a multi million lawsuit …us being the lawyers for the plaintiff …she phoned me dozens of times …to do research …information about the case …to hear my point of view …and just to hear my voice.

Chapter 14.

Friday morning I woke up early …Mike phoned last night saying he would be home this evening… reminding me to pick up Lizzy at the airport that afternoon.
Josh was back for once …we spent some quality time last night …finding out that he had a girlfriend …wishing I could tell him I had a girlfriend too …missing Alexis with each passing moment.

When I got to work, she was already in …looking almost tired.

“Busy week ..uh” I said.

She looked up. Fell back in her chair …”You have no idea..” she replied.

“Well …you know where to find me …if you need some help.” I offered myself and left.

Again …that afternoon when I left for home …she was not in her office but her purse was still there …I wrote a quick note …and put it in her purse.

The weekend dragged by …like there was no tomorrow …I took the kids to watch a movie, Spy Kids, Saturday afternoon …Sunday I took Jahmal for a gallop at Sandy Hook …every free moment of my mind filled by Alexis …God I missed her …I realized I was totally lost in her.

Monday morning …I couldn’t get to the office fast enough …just to see her …she was in busy as usual …I surprised her with a cream cappuccino …her favorite.

“Oh …you are a darling …you know that don’t you ..” she said.
“I got your note …had a lot to do” she said, my note I left in her purse, asking her to call me over the weekend.

We talked for a while about our weekends.

“Oh by the way …Frank is in town ..” she smiled as she said it.

I just rolled my eyes at her and left to start my day. I felt my blood warming through my veins …but also felt extremely nervous all of a sudden.

Around 9:30AM Alexis phoned my desk.

“Do you want to sit in on the discussions …with Frank and his delegation about the possible business opportunities …with Dave, Rob and myself?” she asked.

“Not if I have to …” I replied.

“No …I just thought …never mind …see ya later.” she said.

I was so busy …deep in thought …not even aware Frank was standing in front of my desk …when I looked up …a big smile on his face.
It was almost two hours later.

“So …this is where they hide you away …” he said with a smile, greeting me with the hand.
I felt about thirty pairs of eyes staring from around the open plan area.

“Oh …Frank …how good to see you …” as I shook his hand, feeling the blood rushing to my face.

“Are you ready …” he asked.

“Ready for …what?” I asked.

“Lunch …I already cleared that with Alexis and Dave.” he said.

Caught by surprise …Alexis probably orchestrated this whole thing …I thought to myself.

“Oh …OK …ready then I suppose …” I replied …the thirty pairs of eyes felt like a thousand.

I grabbed my purse and off we went …Alexis no where to be seen …he saw me peeking into Alexis office …told me she was of to lunch with the rest of the group.

“So we are going to meet …them.” I asked relieved.

“No, no …just us …I am taking you to this magnificent Caribbean restaurant down town …we can take a cab.” he said.

Oh my God …this is not happening, I thought to myself …cursing Alexis in my mind.

We were in the cab …me, trying to put as much emptiness as a back seat of a yellow cab would allow me to, between us …without much success, cause Frank was pretty broad shouldered.

I wore a skirt …which was a bad idea …If I new this was going to happen …I would have worn slacks …the skirt already rode up my thighs, high enough to expose almost half of them.
I felt his eyes burning, scorching them. I was seated behind the driver …music coming from the front of the car …Frank send him off to the restaurant.
He reached out touching my right thigh …running his finger from my knee up the bare part of my thigh …I took his hand …trying to remove it …but he had it in a steady grip …brushing my bare skin with his hand …I felt my pussy pulsating …throbbing like a sore thumb… he moved his hand dragging my skirt upwards …his right pinky flicking the outside my already damp panties …my juices seeping between my folds. I spread my legs more open …my skirt all the way up to my waist …the cab driver not able to see me clearly ..Frank staring forward, as if nothing was going on.
He cupped my pussy bonnet pressing hard against it …his middle finger rubbing my panties cloth through my slit …I was getting really horny very fast …his dragged my panties sideways …finding my wet slit …dragging his finger tips through it …I wanted to scream …held my breath …

“Here we are …Sir” the cabby announcing our arrival …which could not have come a second later ..else I would have blown the roof of …Frank paid the cabby and we were on the sidewalk.

“What the hell was that all about …” I almost yelled at him.
“How could you just do that …” I bursted it out.

We had lunch …he told me about that night at his house …Brianna …which he was in a relationship before …and ended along time ago …but she was still protective of him …and jealous of any attention Frank showed towards other woman.
We talked about the meeting and he told me that if they are going to use our firm in future projects …we probably will see each other a lot.

“Listen Frank …I am a married woman and I love Mike …that night on the beach and what just happened in the cab …I can not resist your affection …you are extremely handsome …but truly, I am not interested in a relationship.” I explained, thinking more of Alexis than anyone else.

He said he understood but cannot resist me as well …he thought I looked unhappy and on the island I projected sadness.
I thought of telling him about my love for Alexis and what happened with the masseurs …but why expose her with the risk of hurting so many people …he promised again that our secret was safe.

Frank were in town until Wednesday and Dave invited him and his delegation to the celebration party on Tuesday night.

I took a cab back to the office …Frank was done for the day and went to see his family in Jersey.

When I left that afternoon, Alexis was still there …knocked myself into her office …closed the door.

“So …thank you for putting me in a really awkward position …” I said.

“Sorry …you lost me …” she said.

“Frank …lunch …you giving your blessing” I continued.

She truly looked baffled …I told her what happened …how he induced me into going to lunch with him …what happened in the cab …and that I am not interested in his affection.

“So how did it feel …him rubbing you up I mean …” she asked …her devilish eyes flickering with excitement.

“Not funny …this is serious …but if you have to know …still wet as hell down there …” pointing at my own crotch.

“Sneaky …bastard.” she laughed.

“So if you’re not going to jump his bones …mind if I do?” she asked, her smile still running around her face.

“You don’t need my permission..” I said.

“Oh …but I do …remember …we are lovers” she said with soundless lips.

“Do what you have to Alexis …just don’t do it for the wrong reasons.” I said, almost feeling sad. I turned back before stepping out the door …staring at her sitting behind her desk …her smile gone …and I left.

As I drove home …feeling like a slut again …hating Frank for coming onto me and cursing Alexis for playing me.

To be continued ……

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A girl who goes naked for a week at college discovers a big problem as all the futas see her nude flesh!

Futa Naked In School – The Naked Futa Problem

Chapter One: Randi’s Naked Futa Dilemma

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Randi Bjork Week, Monday

Everyone was staring at me. Groping me.

I trembled as I moved through the halls, resisting the urges to cover my naked tits. I was selected for the Program. Me. I knew the odds. Two girls a week, and only a fifty-fifty chance they’d select a junior as one of them made me hope I’d get through this year and next without getting selected.

But I was.

“Wow, I did not realize how big your tits are, Randi,” said Caridad Vasquez, a Hispanic futa from my fourth-period class. She had a big smile on her face as she cupped my tits, squeezing and massaging them. Her fingers dug into my flesh. “Nice.”

“Th-thanks,” I stammered, my tongue so heavy. I was so embarrassed at how turned on I was.

When my name was called by President McTaggart before the entire student body of Rogers College, my cheeks had blazed red. I couldn’t believe it. Before I knew it, I was naked and all the futas in college were around me, groping me.

Well, not all of them. My friend, Stacie, had winked at me while she hung out with her girlfriend, the swim coach.

But the rest seemed to have found me.

They stroked my pussy. My ass. They rolled my nipples between their fingers. Every bit of me was stroked. They took it to the line, no penetrating any of my holes without getting my permission. No sucking on my nipples or even licking my pussy.

They just left me horny. I almost came. Me!

“Yeah, these are great,” Caridad said, letting my tits go.

“Yes, they are,” said Lizaveta. The Russian futa snapped a photo with her camera. “That will look great in the yearbook.”

“Year…” I started to say then I groaned, my ears burning and I rushed down the halls.

A freshman futa, thirsty for every girl stripped naked, came up. Her name was Teal Constable, and she had such a wicked grin as she grabbed my rump, squeezing me as she pressed up beside me. “I wish I had you in one of my classes, Randi. I would give you such relief.”

Another futa snorted. “With that little pencil dick you got?”

Shelena Lowell, the college’s star quarterback, stood nearby, a grin on her ebony face. She licked her plump lips, her hardon tenting the front of her jeans. Her large breasts stretched out a belly shirt. “Mmm, Randi. Do you get randy, Randi?”

I rolled my eyes, wishing I could send out a scathing retort. I was the debate team captain. I was usually so good at it. Instead, my tongue felt like lead in my mouth. I groaned and scurried around Shelena, racing to my class.

I gasped as Shelena grabbed my ass, giving me a nice squeeze. “I can take care of that wet, juicy pussy. Just say the word. You know you want it. Ask for relief, and you can ride my cock.”

So many insults popped into my head and I couldn’t bring herself to snap any of them. I just wanted to melt into a puddle. Everyone was looking at me, futas and girls both. The infamous Adile, the Turkish lesbian, licked her lips as I passed her. I felt Denice Jenning’s eyes on me as I hurried past. She’d gone lesbian mostly since winning homecoming queen and claiming her rival as a sex slave.

“Hey, there you are,” a familiar voice said.

I groaned in relief to see Annalee Blake rush up to me. My friend and fellow debate club member had a naughty gleam in her hazel eyes. She had short, brown hair framing her cute face, her glasses adding to her innocent look. Though the smile on her lips was anything but naughty.

“You look turned on,” she said, pressing up beside me, shielding me at least on one side from gropes.

“I…” I swallowed. “It’s just…” I lowered my voice. “Everyone is looking at me.” I was so relieved to say a whole sentence, even if it was a whisper to my best friend.

“Isn’t that the point?” Annalee asked. “I mean, everyone looked at me when I did it. It was a blast. I really figured things out.”

“You were gangbanged by the futas on the volleyball team,” I groaned.

“Mmm, every girl should have a train run on her at least once.” She glanced at me. “Even a virgin like you.”

My pussy clenched. I had never lied to Annalee all my life until the day I lost my virginity.

“Why this week?” I whimpered, keeping my voice low. “I’m going to have to go against Puyallup in the debate tournament on Saturday naked.”

“Maybe you’ll tongue-tie your opponent with those big tits of yours.” Annalee reached out and, to my shock, pinched both my nipples. I gasped as the wicked sensation shot through them. “Mmm, they are nice. Did you know I sucked on Denice’s and Umeko’s during my week? I went back and forth.”

“I didn’t,” I said, blushing as she released them. “I didn’t know you were bi.”

“Isn’t every girl a little bi?” she asked, shrugging. “Except maybe Lola. Do you think her and her purity club are exempt? Not a single member has been chosen. I think this entire thing is rigged. Xochitl was talking about it.”

“Who?” I asked.

“The Latina girl chosen two weeks ago. The one who fucked her futa-sister during Romea and Juliet. They’re dating now, you know. Both chosen the same week. Just like Krysten and Charisma were chosen together and the Marlowe sisters.”

I frowned. “Stacie got chosen right before her big swim meet.”

“Then she went and broke the rules,” my friend said as we rounded the corner.

“Randi!” a futa I didn’t know said and smacked my rump.

I rubbed my ass and kept walking, shaking my head. I groaned when I saw a nerdy Hispanic futa approaching. She was a freshman named Paloma who was in the AV club with Lizaveta and Candice. Though I heard they were producing pornos with some of the girls in the Program. She saw my tits and blushed. She looked away and kept going. I guess there were a few futas that weren’t pervs.

“Here we are,” Annalee said. “And you didn’t cum once. Are you going to ask for relief?”

“In Ms. Rowbottom’s class?” I gasped, my nervousness increasing. “I couldn’t.”

Why was I scared to go in here? There was one person in this class who’d seen me naked. Who knew my body better than anyone. My stomach felt like churning muck as Annalee thrust open the door and beckoned me in.

I didn’t have a choice. I felt these invisible strings dragging me forward. I swallowed as everyone’s heads turned to stare at me, including Ms. Rowbottom. She stood at the front of the classroom, a Black futa with coffee-brown skin, her hair falling in a dark weave about her lush face. My cheeks burned brighter as her eyes flicked over my busty body, a smile growing on her plump lips.

“Do you need relief?” a futa named Leann Winthrop, the student council vice president, asked before I took a step.

I shook my head, my tongue twisting into a pretzel in my mouth. I hurried to my seat and set down. Beside me, Ayame Yamashita, on the swim team with Stacie, glanced at my swaying breasts and nodded. She pulled out her phone and snapped a photo.

“Are you sure you do not want relief?” Ms. Rowbottom asked, her eyes on me.

“Yeah, you sure?” April Gore asked in this knowing way. “I’d be more than honored to take care of you, Randi.”

I shook my head again, wanting to melt. Only I was melting. My pussy was molten. I had never been this horny in my life. I could feel a puddle of my juices forming on the chair beneath me, making my rump sticky. I leaned over my desk as I fumbled to get out my English textbook, my blonde hair swaying about my face.

“Okay,” said Ms. Rowbottom, “I’m glad we’re not having to waste the first ten minutes of class with Miss Bjork’s passion, though I’m sure more than a few of you are disappointed.”

The futas groaned. Even my friend, Annalee sighed. She sat on my right. I gave her a dirty look. She grinned back at me.

Then I glanced up to Ms. Rowbottom. Her eyes met mine. A soft smile spread on her lips. I felt suddenly safe. My cheeks warmed as I stared at my secret lover. Since last year, we’d been having our affair.

I lied to Stacie Ward when she came to me for help a few weeks ago. Our debate club had never once studied the problem of the college’s rules that forbade professors and other staff members from enjoying students whether they were in the Program or not. The rule existed to keep any abuses of power even though we were all adults, even if barely. A professor or other staff member could touch a or even have sex with a student in the Program, but only to aid in her lesson. It was a weird loophole, but it made our relationship forbidden.

Then Stacie Ward had used my arguments about love and how the Program was all about figuring out your desires to win her case to be the swim coach’s futa-lover. Luckily for my friend, Ms. Rowbottom was on the deciding panel and had a vested reason to see it overturned. We’d already filled out the paperwork, letting President McTaggart know we were a couple.

We just weren’t telling the student body. I didn’t know how to tell Annalee that I’d been lying to her for nearly a year.

“Well, let’s get started on the Bard’s next great tale. A Midsummer Night’s Dream.” Ms. Rowbottom looked around the room. “Miss Tinker, why don’t you read the opening of Act 1, Scene 1.”

Priscilla Tinker, president of the student council, stood up and began reading it. We were all following along. Ms. Rowbottom paused to lecture on certain passages, drawing our attention to Shakespeare’s use of language to create poetry. It was stirring and fascinating. I was starting to relax as the futas began paying attention to the lesson, everyone taking notes.

You did not want to be underprepared for one of Ms. Rowbottom’s tests. Even me.

She would call on different students to read passages as the hour went by. She moved around the room, nodding as some stumbled over the difficult words. There was some laughter. It was a comedy, a more lighthearted affair than the play the college currently had running.

“Okay, Ms. Bjork, if you could read the start of Act 1, Scene 3.”

My heart nearly stopped beating.

I blushed as I rose. My body shook. My breasts swayed before me. Everyone stared at me. My cheeks went flaming scarlet. The heat burned down my neck. My textbook swayed before me. I tried to focus on the words of the play printed in stark black and whites.

“Tit… Titan…,” I said, stumbling over the words. I couldn’t make them form right. I tried again. “Tit-tania sleeps. Ent… Enter the… the clowns Bot… Bottom, Qu… I… I…” I shook my head.

Everyone was staring at my naked body. I clutched the book to my breasts, standing there, staring imploringly at Ms. Rowbottom. She furrowed her brow and then she waved me to sit down, calling on Annalee to finish.

I wanted to melt away because my pussy was on fire. There was this heat burning through me. It rippled through my nethers. I shuddered, my heart pounding in my chest. My juices flooded out of me. I was so turned on by being so embarrassed.

This was messed up.

I hunched lower, feeling like everyone was still looking at me as Annalee read my passage with ease. This couldn’t be happening. I was a communicator. I was capable of speed-talking, getting out all my debate points as fast as possible to maximize my time during a competition.

I didn’t get flustered. I didn’t get tongue-tied.

I didn’t go naked.

“Okay, that’s enough for today,” said Ms. Rowbottom. “I want you to read the rest of the play and…” She arched her eyebrow at the audible groan. “It’s not that long. Just unplug your XBox for an hour. A hundred years ago, they made you all learn Latin, so be thankful I’m just making you learn a play. I’ll see you tomorrow. Ms. Bjork, a minute.”

I nodded my head.

Ms. Rowbottom drifted to me as the students filed out. We had a short window of privacy before the next class arrived. I trembled as she stood over me. I rose, my large breasts swaying. When the door closed and we were alone, the tension melted out of me.

“I’m a mess,” I gasped, throwing my arms around Keisha’s neck. I clung to my sexy, older futa-lover. I buried my face into the nape of her neck, breathing in the spice of her perfume. I felt her round breasts through her blouse pressing into mine.

“I saw that,” she said, stroking me. “What happened to my bold girl?”

“Everyone’s staring at her tits.” I tightened my arms around her neck. “I wish we had time to make love. I’m so horny.”

“After classes,” Keisha said, rocking me. She turned her head. “After classes, I’ll take care of you. Trust me.”

I kissed her. My lips melted against hers. I clung to my professor, my heart beating so fast. I didn’t care that she had a decade on me or that I was only twenty. I knew I loved her. I felt that certainty pounding in my heart as I clung to her.

I shuddered as her hand slid down my back. I groaned into the kiss, feeling her groping me. She squeezed both my asscheeks tight, pulling me against her. I felt the bulge of her cock. A shiver ran through my pussy.

A deep ache only she could satisfy.

I broke the kiss and swallowed. “Thank you. I needed that. I just need to relax.”

“Well, you can talk to me,” she said. “That’s an improvement.”

“What am I going to do?” I asked, feeling the tick of the clock. Students were talking outside. At any moment, someone could walk in and catch us. I broke away from her. “I’m so embarrassed, I’m melting into a puddle of pussy juices. I need relief. I need to cum.”

“Masturbate,” she said.

“Oh, goddess, in front of all these people.” My ears burned.

“Afraid they’ll see your pleasure, or that you’ll enjoy it?”

Her words made me shiver. “I don’t know. I have to go. My next class is on the other side of the campus.”

“If you need relief, I won’t be mad,” she said. “Just relax. You’re not the first girl to go through this. Your friend did, and she’s fine.”

“I’m not Annalee. She’s a lot braver than me.”

Keisha arched an eyebrow. “Than the girl who won the debate by arguing the pro-fossil fuel side of the debate. You didn’t even believe in it, and yet you destroyed Bethel’s best debater.”

My cheeks warmed as a pleased flush shot through me.

“Don’t sell yourself short. You’ll make it through this.”

“But what about Saturday?” I asked. “It’s still part of the week. I’ll have to be naked, or I’ll be in trouble.”

“Let me think about it and—”

The door opened and Guanting Chan, president of the AV club, poked in and froze at the sight of me.

“I’ll think about the problem, Ms. Bjork. But you better hurry to your next class. And relax, okay?”

“I… I’ll…” I blushed, my tongue lead again. Then I whirled around and hurried out of the classroom. I stepped into the hall and almost barreled into Ji-Min Song. She squeaked and jumped out of the way.

I survived my next two classes. Barely. They were tortured. Every futa wanted to help me with relief. Shelena grinned at me just like she promised, rubbing her crotch. In the halls, it was a gauntlet of nipple tweaks, ass gropes, and pussy caresses.

Futas were licking my cream off their fingers. It was spilling down my thighs while I grew more and more embarrassed. I held my bookbag to my chest, hugging it like a talisman as I struggled to survive.

I was so out of sorts. I was bewildered and lost. I couldn’t think. And I certainly couldn’t talk. When Ms. Tyrell called on me to answer a question in my creative writing class, I just stammered until it sounded like I was a squeaking chipmunk.

“Well, good thing you have big tits,” Ms. Tyrell said, shaking her head, “because if that’s the best sentence you can string together, I fear for your academic future.”

I wanted to screech out how unfair this was. Why this week? It was the end of the debate season. Next week, I could be tongue-tied to the universe’s content. But, no, not this week. Not when we were up against our rivals, Puyallup.

“Hey, Randi, pose with me?” asked Dina Marlowe. She slid up to, her phone at the end of a selfie stick. She slipped her arm around me, her hand right on my ass. “Smile!”

I did, grinning for the camera while my naked boob rubbed into hers, separated by her baby doll t-shirt

“Thanks!”

I nodded, unable to speak. I felt the warmth of her hand on my rump as I continued on to the cafeteria. Juices trickled down my thighs, a hot flood. Moans echoed ahead, the gasp of a girl getting fucked. I blinked at the sight of Tanisha Reed plowing Krysten while her futa-sister, Charisma, knelt and watched. The three were in some sort of bizarre BDSM thing since Tanisha won MVP. The naked futa’s dark tits heaved.

She was one of the futas chosen for the Program with me.

She was having fun at least.

“Hey, sexy,” Teal Constable said, sliding up and grabbing my tits. “Want to see if I can fuck you harder than Tanisha?”

I shook my head, ears burning. I knew she couldn’t. I wanted to say it. To mock her for being so desperate to fuck every futa who came along even as my pussy ached for it. For a big, hard cock to fuck me.

Keisha’s cock…

I reached the cafeteria, trembling. I spotted Annalee. She grinned and waved me to a table. She had two lunch trays there. I sighed in relief. She’d gotten my food already. I came up to her and gave her a big hug.

“Kiss!” Teal shouted from behind.

I broke away, my body shuddering. I was so out of sorts. I trembled, shivering at how wanton I was. I had never been so horny in my life. If I saw Keisha, I’d mount her right now. I wouldn’t care about the rules.

“How are you doing?” Annalee asked as we settled down, the plastic bench cool beneath my rump.

“Horny,” I whispered.

“No relief?”

I shook my head as I grabbed my fork. There was spaghetti on my plate. The meat sauce smelled half decent for once.

“Not even masturbation?” she asked. “Not even a quick jill in the bathroom, out of sight.”

“Have to use futas’ bathroom.”

“Fair enough,” she said, shuddering. “That was the part I hated.”

She gave me a look as we ate. As we finished up, she said, “You are about to melt. You really need something, Randi. You’re going to explode. You are so turned on by everyone looking at you, aren’t you?”

I nodded, pushing my tray to the side. “I don’t know why.”

“Maybe you’re an exhibitionist?”

I shook my head. “I’ve never wanted to… I mean… I’m so embarrassed to be seen.”

Her eyes widened. “There’s a kind of masochist that gets off on being shamed. Forced nudity, being insulted, stuff like that.”

“Oh, goddess,” I groaned, burying my face in my hands. I felt eyes watching us. Teal was hovering nearby. Other futas, too.

“Yeah, see, this is what is so cool about the Program,” said Annalee. “You get to learn things about yourself. Things you didn’t know. Your kinks. Your true desires. This is a week of pure, sexual freedom. I think we’re finding one of yours.”

“Don’t tell me I like this?” I said, squirming on the bench. I looked around at all the people staring at me. Teal was nearby, her eyes burning with her lust for my flesh. “This is embarrassing.”

Annalee shoved her hand between my thighs. I gasped as she rubbed at my pussy folds. I groaned as the pleasure rippled through me. Her touch was light and delicate, so different from the way the horny futas had touched me all day. They were rougher, uncaring.

Annalee was my friend. She didn’t want to hurt me, but…

“Please stop,” I groaned, wanting to snap my thighs shut around her hand as she stroked and petted my pussy lips.

“Wow, you are soaked,” she said, her fingers sliding up and down my slit. She nudged my clit.

Sparks burst.

Her hazel eyes were wide behind her glasses as she touched me. Her digit stroked my clit in fast circles. I whimpered, biting my lip. My head swept across my shoulders. My large breasts jiggled as my friend diddled me.

“Look at that,” a futa or girl whispered behind me. It was hard to tell.

“Nice, going to see some lezzie action.”

“Girls playing with girls always makes me so hard and wet.”

“I know.”

“Ooh, look at them. I knew they were friends. You think they’re more?”

“Definitely.”

“How does that make you feel?” Annalee whispered. She leaned into me.

“I… I…” My tongue didn’t want to work. All these futas watching my friend touching me. I wanted to melt into the floor. To just vanish. “Ann…Anna…”

She grinned at me. “That’s what I thought. You’re getting off on the humiliation. On being forced to sit there and get touched. Ooh, yes, you are. Don’t deny it.”

Was I?

It felt incredible. My body drank in her fingers’ caresses. Only Keisha had ever touched me like this. I whimpered, my cheeks burning. I had a futa-lover. I shouldn’t be letting Annalee do this, but I couldn’t stop her.

Her touch felt incredible.

I bit my lip, my heart hammering in my chest. My hair danced from side to side as the pleasure rippled through me. My body loved it. It felt incredible, and all the people watching only made this more shameful.

Which made her touch feel electric. Was I some sort of freak?

“Wow, look at you,” said Natisha Mason, a friend of mine. She was a cute, Black girl. A junior like me. She sat down across from me. “Is Annalee diddling you.”

“She gets off on public humiliation,” said Annalee.

I groaned in embarrassment, my pussy clenching.

“See.” Annalee grinned at Natisha. “Her pussy is soaking my fingers. It’s wild.”

“Damn,” said Natisha. “That is wild. Being in the Program must be pure sexual heaven for you.”

“It’s… it’s…” I smacked my hand on the table. I was coming closer and closer to an orgasm. This couldn’t be happening. My best friend was about to make me cum right here in the middle of the cafeteria.

“I could diddle you, Randi!” Teal offered. “Or I could use my cock. I bet that would feel better.”

“What do you say?” asked Annalee. “Want to feel a cock in you?”

“I… I…” I trembled, my hands gripping the side of the table.

“Yeah, you do,” Annalee purred and licked my ear.

I turned my head to stare at her. To my shock, she kissed me. It was against the rules. She didn’t ask for permission, but I didn’t want to stop her. All these people were witnessing my first kiss with a girl. They were seeing how naughty I was being.

I came.

I squealed into Annalee’s mouth. Her tongue darted in as her fingers caressed my clit. Juices gushed out of me as my cunt spasmed. The pleasure I’d been denied all morning swept through me. This hot rush of pleasure surging through me.

“She just came!”

“Damn!”

“Randi, I’m in love!” Teal called.

“You fall in love with every girl in the Program. Right, Rosario?”

A girl giggled. “Mmm, you’re right.”

“Shut up, Samantha!” Teal groaned. “Not all of us have a cute girlfriend.”

Their words danced through my mind. I trembled on the bench, my pussy convulsing harder and harder. The pleasure danced through my thoughts. Natisha watched me with flushed features across the table.

“Damn,” she said, licking her lips. Her brown eyes were wide. “You are spasming hard.”

“I know!” I moaned, breaking the kiss with Annalee. “Oh, damn. Oh, that’s great! I’m cumming!”

The words spilled out of me with ease as my mind drowned in the rapture. My tits heaved before me. The thoughts burned across my mind. I shuddered, lost to this naughty pleasure. Annalee ducked her had down. She sucked on my nipple.

I groaned as she nursed on me. Her tongue danced around my nub and stroked my areola. The pleasure rippled through me. My pussy clenched and convulsed. The pleasure kept surging through my body. Stars danced before my eyes.

“Randi, you’re so hot!” Teal groaned.

“Wow, she is really cumming!”

“I am!” I howled, embarrassed lust surging through me. I wanted to melt away. Everyone was witnessing my orgasm. My friend sucking on my nipple.

My pleasure hit this peak of rapture, this mighty surge of bliss that held me aloft. I floated there for a wondrous moment before my orgasm died. I leaned over the table, panting, my tits heaving as my friend’s lips popped off my nipple.

I felt dizzy from the bliss. From the strength of my orgasm. I just came before everyone. I wanted to vanish. I wanted to slip beneath the table, curl into a ball, and never come out. My body buzzed from the intensity of my orgasm.

“Was that the best orgasm you ever had in your life?” Annalee whispered in my ear.

I nodded my head. Not even my futa-lover had ever given me such rapture. Guilt rippled through me, shame that I had let someone else make me cum. I trembled, my pussy aching for more. The humiliation fed my lusts.

I was just what Annalee claimed I was. A masochist wanting to be embarrassed.

“Good,” she said and stood up. To my shock, Annalee pulled off her t-shirt, exposing round breasts encased in a sea-green bra with white lace around the edges. She reached behind her and undid it, her tits spilling out.

“W-what…” I tried to speak more, but this tremble raced through me.

“We’re going to sixty-nine,” she said. “Right now.”

I wanted to say no, to tell her I wouldn’t, but I couldn’t speak. I could only watch as the futas around us cheered. Natisha gasped, her eyes wide. Then she began clearing space, moving our lunch trays out of the way.

Annalee thrust down her jeans, exposing a matching pair of panties, a little heart cut out over her pubic mound to show off her brown bush. The dark strands spilled through the opening, adding a splash of excitement. I licked my lips as she shoved it down.

Could I eat Annalee’s pussy? I’d eaten Keisha’s, of course. I loved her pussy, but Annalee was a girl. She didn’t have a clit-dick, just a clit. No huge cock thrust out of her. I shuddered, my head swimming. This couldn’t be happening. I whimpered.

“Eat her out!” Teal shouted.

“This is going on Facebook!” another futa shouted, her phone out and aimed at us.

“Ooh, this is hot,” a Freshman girl named Ginny said. She stood by a blonde futa with glasses. “Record this for the A/V club, Candice.”

The futa nodded, pulling out her phone and filming it while Ginny, a slender redhead, shoved her hand beneath Candice’s skirt. The redhead’s hand slid up and found the futa’s bulge. Ginny grinned as she jerked off Candice. The pair watched us, their eyes bright.

“Okay,” said Annalee. She slipped onto the table, her round breasts jiggling. She leaned down on her back, stretching out on a gray surface. This wasn’t against rules. Students could have sex so long as they didn’t disrupt classes. And this was our lunch break. There were special rooms where you could hook up, or you could just have sex in the halls, in empty classrooms, the bathroom, or right here in the cafeteria.

The only place off limits was Lola Lovell’s Purity Club’s meeting room. They all ate lunch there so they wouldn’t witness our debauchery.

I wanted to be there right now, but then no one would see me. I couldn’t help myself as Annalee looked at me and said, “Get on me right now and start eating my pussy.”

All those eyes watching me made me so excited. My wicked body couldn’t resist. I couldn’t protest. I couldn’t speak. I was really going to cheat on my futa-lover now. I mean, it was with a girl. Keisha would understand.

I would explain it to her and…

“Now!”

Annalee’s command made me shudder. I stared at her brown-furred muff getting damper by the moment. I licked my lips and then mounted the tables. Everyone was watching me. Xochitl and her futa-sister appeared, both naked and caressing each other. Why were they naked? They weren’t in the Program this week.

“This so hot,” Teal groaned. “Won’t any girl jerk me off?”

“Nope,” Ginny said. “I have my futa-girlfriend to take care of.”

“Pass,” Natisha said.

“I have a futa-girlfriend,” another girl said.

“Rather stroke you off,” a husky girl purred. “Mmm, but while I’m stroking Samantha, she can stroke you off.”

“What do you say?” a futa with brown hair said to Teal. That must be Samantha. She looked at Teal. “Rosario takes care of me, and I’ll take care of you.”

“Not into futas like you are,” Teal muttered.

“But it’s so hot watching my futa with another,” moaned Rosario, stroking Samantha’s cock fast.

I shuddered as I straddled my friend’s face. Her hands grabbed my thighs and pulled me down. She moaned, “I learned I like girls’ pussies as much as futas, Randi. I’ve been aching to eat yours. Thank you.”

I just whimpered and then gasped as my blonde-furred muff pressed into her face. It wasn’t my first time having my twat eaten—Keisha was amazing at eating pussy—but it was my first time in public with all those eyes.

My cheeks burned.

I buried my face between her thighs. Suddenly, it was like there was this privacy as I stared at her pussy. I was partially shielded by her legs. I groaned, breathing in her tart musk. It was different from my tangy snatch and Keisha’s spicy cunt.

Her tongue licked and lapped at my pussy. I shuddered, my lips drifting lower and lower. I pressed my face into her twat. I nuzzled into her ticklish bush then felt the hot contact of her pussy folds against my lips.

I groaned. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I was about to eat my friend out. I shuddered atop her, rubbing my hips back and forth. My heart pounded in my chest. She lapped at my cunt as I took my first lick.

I tasted a girl’s pussy.

Her tart juices coated my tongue. She moaned into my snatch. I shuddered, my large breasts rubbing into her belly. Delight tingled from my nipples. I whimpered into her cunt as she licked and lapped at mine.

“This is so hot,” Ginny moaned. “Ooh, I want to watch your film while you fuck me tonight.”

“Yes,” Candice moaned. “Goddess, I love you.”

“Samantha!” Rosario moaned. “Ooh, yes, yes, work those fingers in and out of my asshole.”

Asshole? That was kinky.

My friend purred into my pussy. Her fingers slid over my rump and down to my taint. She found my labia, caressing me. Then I gasped as she jammed two digits into my depths while her tongue licked and lapped at my clit. Pleasure sparked through me. Her fingers filled me.

But just for a moment.

I whimpered into her twat as she pulled them out. I groaned as, a moment later, she rammed them into my asshole. She worked them in and out of me. My head wiggled from side to side as her pussy-lubed fingers stretched and stretched my asshole opened.

I couldn’t believe she would do this. I whimpered into her twat. It was such a different feeling. Her fingers were sliding into the depths of my asshole. Her tongue fluttered through my folds while I moaned into hers.

“Annalee!” I gasped. “Oh, yes, yes, finger my asshole!”

Her thighs squeezed about my face.

“Lick my pussy and finger my asshole. I want to cum again!”

She pumped her fingers in and out of my asshole while her tongue danced around my clit. I explored her little bud. It was so different from a futa’s cunt. No thick dick thrust from here. Her folds were tight. I played with her clit, pleasure surging through me, building another orgasm while the cafeteria watched.

Her fingers pulled out of my asshole, leaving me feeling empty. I groaned as she shoved them back into my cunt. I wiggled on her face, grinding on her as she pressed them deeper into my twat, sinking them to her knuckles.

Her digits marinated in my snatch for a few moments before she ripped out and buried them back into my asshole again. She shoved them deep, making me groan and shudder. I wiggled on her, grinding my clit into her hungry lips. I nuzzled it her bush, lapping up her tart juices. Her pubic hair tickled my face as the pleasure rippled through me.

“Oh, yes, yes, I love it up the ass!” I moaned. It was the truth. My bowels clenched around her digits. “Oh, Annalee, finger my asshole.”

She sucked hard on my clit, the pleasure growing and growing.

“This is so hot!” Teal groaned.

“Damn,” Samantha panted. “Can I?”

“Yes,” her girlfriend moaned. “My asshole’s loose enough.”

“This is getting hot,” Ginny moaned.

“Ooh, wow,” Natisha whimpered. “I can’t resist. I’m going to masturbate!”

“I can fuck you,” Teal panted.

“Nope!”

Annalee ripped her fingers out of my bowels and moaned, “One of you watching futas, get your dick in her ass. I got her lubed up.”

Her thighs pinned my head to her pussy. I could moan out my objection. I could say no, but she was forcing me. She took control, and that made me want to obey. Her hands gripped my butt-cheeks, prying them apart. She had my asshole lubed.

The humiliation of this moment surged through me.

I thrust my tongue deep into Annalee’s pussy. I swirled my tongue around in her, moaning into her twat. I was such a bad girl. A naughty slut. I was letting a random futa fuck my asshole. I had a futa-girlfriend. I shouldn’t be doing this, but I was just such a depraved freak.

I had no idea before that day.

My pussy melted as Annalee licked at it. Then I felt the table shift. Someone mounted it. clothing rustled. A dick pressed between my butt-cheeks. It wasn’t Keisha’s. It wasn’t as thick as my Black futa-lover.

“Fuck her!” howled Annalee, in charge of my sexuality at this moment.

“Yes!” grunted Teal Constable. “Goddess, yes!”

The freshman slammed her futa-dick into my asshole. I groaned at the feel of her dick sliding into my pussy-lubed bowels. I whimpered into my friend’s twat. This was so wrong. I was such a disgusting futa.

I came.

My asshole rippled around Teal’s cock while my juices gushed into Annalee’s mouth. She lapped them up. Her tongue fluttered through my folds, feasting on me while I bucked on the table. Humiliated pleasure spilled through me.

“Sorry, Keisha!” I moaned. “I’m such a slut! I can’t help myself. It feels so good. Her girl-dick is fucking my asshole!”

“Her bowels are rippling around me!” moaned Teal. “I made her cum.”

“That was me,” Annalee purred.

Her tongue darted through my folds. She licked and lapped at me, teasing me. My juices gushed out of me into her mouth as my orgasm rippled through me over and over. I moaned into her twat. I feasted on her as the pleasure drowned my mind. Shame burned in my thoughts, enhancing the bliss rippling out of my pussy and cock-stuffed asshole.

Teal drew back my cock as Annalee feasted on my pussy. The freshman futa groaned like she was in heaven. Pretty close to the mark. She was in my naughty, convulsing asshole. I moaned, feasting with hunger on my friend’s pussy.

Teal slammed into my bowels, rocking me on my friend. My breasts rubbed into her stomach, nipples drinking in the feel of Annalee’s silky skin. I whimpered, my asshole clenching down on the futa’s thrusting cock. She pumped it in and out of me, driving me wild.

“Oh, my goddess!” I gasped over and over into Annalee’s pussy. My orgasm rippled through me over and over. Fueled by the humiliation. The shame. “I’m sorry, Keisha! Oh, my goddess, yes!”

“Ooh, fuck me hard!” moaned Rosario. “Pound me, Samantha!”

“I’m fucking you harder than Teal is fucking Randi!” Samantha groaned.

“Yes!”

“Ooh, damn, Randi!” moaned Teal. “Your asshole… This is incredible. You’re rippling about me! Oh, my goddess!”

“Cum in me!” I begged. That would be so shameful. So humiliating.

My pussy convulsed harder. Another orgasm burst through me.

Annalee moaned as she lapped up the juices gushing out of me. My tongue darted through her folds, feasting on her twat, licking up all the delight flooding out of her. I groaned and whimpered, my hips dancing from side to side, rubbing my pussy on her hungry lips. My eyes squeezed shut. The pleasure surged through my body. I bucked and moaned.

It was incredible. I lapped up her tart juices, her silky bush rubbing on my folds. My eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure surged through me. My asshole throbbed and ached. This amazing delight rippled through my body.

My bowels squeezed around Teal’s. I shuddered, the delight surging through me. More and more pleasure melted my mind with shame. I drank it in, gasping and panting into Annalee’s pussy. I shuddered on the table.

“Oh, yes, yes, your asshole!” moaned Teal. She slammed her cock into me. She rammed so hard into my bowels. “I’m going to explode.”

“Do it!” hissed my friend. “Mmm, cum in her, you naughty futa!”

“I want it!” I moaned.

“Don’t get stage fright, Teal!” Samantha called.

“Not like my futa-girlfriend and her big dick!” moaned Rosario.

“Not as big as mine!” Ginny whimpered. “Oh, I have to taste your cum, honey.”

“Ginny!” squealed Candice.

“Fuck that ass!” Natisha moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, ram into her. She’s gasping so loud.”

“She keeps cumming on my girl-dick,” Teal moaned.

“Yes!” I howled. “Now cum in me!”

Teal thrust harder. The freshman futa hammered my asshole hard and fast. She drove her girl-dick deep into my bowels. I groaned, my asshole rippling around her. I squirmed atop my friend. My nipples caressed her stomach.

They throbbed, adding delight that fueled the spasming in my pussy.

Annalee thrust her tongue into my writhing twat, swirling around, teasing me. I bucked atop her, moaning into her pussy. I wanted her to cum, too. I wanted her gasping and moaning, her pussy cream flooding out of her.

I sucked on her clit. My lips latched around her little bud. It was almost like sucking on a futa’s nipple, but it was so small and soaked in her tart juices. My tongue played with it as my bowels rippled around Teal’s cock. Pleasure surged through me. Wave after drowning wave.

“Cum in her!” Annalee panted. “Do it, you freshman futa-bitch!”

“You finally got some!” shouted Stacie. My friend was watching.

My pussy came harder. My asshole spasmed around that thrusting cock. Teal groaned.

“Ginny!” squealed Candice. “Oh, yes, yes, I love you! You’re the best!”

Teal slammed into my asshole. She erupted. Her hot cum spurted into my bowels. I gasped, squealing around my friend’s clit. I sucked on her bud as spurt after thick spurt of jizz fired into my bowels.

Another futa came in me.

My orgasm exploded me to new heights of rapture.

“Oh, my goddess, Samantha! Your cock!” Rosario gasped. “Yes, yes, ram that big girl in me! Cum!”

“You’re the best, girlfriend!” Samantha moaned. “Goddess, yes!”

My mind melted. I was lost to the pleasure, my asshole milking Teal’s dick. My friend lapped up my juices. She trembled beneath me. Her flexing stomach massaged my heavy breasts. My nipples. Then she squealed.

Tart juices gushed out of her twat. Annalee bathed my face. I lapped up her cream as stars danced before my vision. Teal fired the last load of cum into me as I reveled in my friend’s climax. My orgasms peaked in me.

“Yes, yes, yes!” howled Natisha, cumming on her own fingers.

I hung there at the pinnacle of my naughty rapture. I shuddered, lapping at my friend’s twat, her body shuddering beneath me. Teal panted, her dick softening in my asshole. Futas and girls moaned around me.

It was incredible.

I shuddered, my pleasure dying. Teal ripped her girl-dick out of my asshole, panting in utter delight. She gave my rump a smack with her futa-cock as her jizz bubbled out of my asshole. Annalee purred into my twat, her juices dripping off my chin.

“That was amazing,” my friend moaned, her round tits brushing my stomach. “I really needed that.”

The shame burned through me. I couldn’t believe how loud I shouted there at the end. I rolled off my friend, the cum leaking out of me. Students were breaking apart. Ginny hopped to her feet, cum on her lips. She pressed up against her blonde futa-girlfriend. I’d heard that nerd, Candice, had the biggest girl-cock on campus.

Shelena disagreed.

Samantha and Rosario were panting, clutching to each other in post-coital bliss. Natisha sucked her dark fingers clean of her own juices. Xochitl and Isidora were writhing on another table, lost to their incestuous passion. I blinked, seeing Denice nearby with Umeko feasting on her twat while the Hayward twins jerked their futa-cocks off onto the Japanese girl’s naked back and ass.

Denice and Umeko were weird. But I guess they’d found what they liked and I…

Keisha was watching. “Ms. Rowbottom!” I gasped, my asshole full of another futa’s cum. My tongue went to lead as I spluttered. “I… I…”

“Come with me, Ms. Bjork,” she said.

To be continued…

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I have to apologize for the typo’s and no spacing. My stories are gone over and spaced and paragraphs appropriately done, however, when you post to this site, it screws with the formating, and add’s characters where you have apostrophe’s etc… so ….it’s not my writing!

When the event finally ended I went to my hotel room, slid the key in the door, and much to my surprise I found Leslie, sitting on the bed. I thought about it, and I wasn’t sure how she had snuck out of the computer event without me noticing she wasn’t there. She sat on my bed in a baby blue corset pulled tightly snuggling around her little perky tits. The tops of her breast spilled over the top of the corset. On her very sexy long legs was a pair of thigh highs, which fastened with garter belts to her corset. She wore spiked white heels and sat on my bed swinging her legs that were crossed at the knee. I walked over to her and she smiled. I knew that smile, she had some type of plans for me tonight, and my interested was perked. She led me by the hand into the bathroom; the bathroom had a huge sunken garden tub. She had at least 25 candles around the tub, and bubbles mounded up spilling onto the marble floor. Soft music played in the bathroom. She smiled at me, and walked back out of the room leaving me to a bubble bath.

I stripped off my business suit, pinned up my hair and had just sunk up to my neck into the bubbles, when I heard the door open. I opened my eyes that I had just closed to unwind, and in walked my beautiful lady in blue. She walked in carrying to glass of wine she sat mine down on the tub and never said a word. I got the same toothy smile, and she walked back out. I soaked in the tub until my little toes were pruned up and my fingers as well. I pulled the plug on the tub and stepped out wrapping a towel around me body. I went to the sink and looked at myself in the mirror; I let my hair down, and wondered what I was going to slip on. I certainly hadn’t brought anything sexy to wear for a nerdy computer conference. I let my long hair down and brushed it out. I left my towel in place, put on lotion and walked to the bedroom.

Laying on the bed in all her fabulous baby blue lay this woman who made me wet just to look at her. I ached to just touch her. I walked to the bed, “stop,” she said. I did as she said stopping at the end of the bed. “Drop the towel baby,” she whispered. I didn’t hesitate, I had a good body, 5’5, 125 pounds nothing to be ashamed of, and I had no kids and was pretty athletic even still. I dropped the towel and stood naked before the Goddess that I was lucky enough to fuck again tonight. She motioned for me to sit on the bottom of the bed. I sat and crossed my legs, she wagged her finger at me…”don’t cross those legs missy,” she said. I uncrossed them. “I want you to sit with your legs up spread apart and bent up at the knees. I did as she said I spread my legs and bent them. I could feel the lips of my pussy open up slightly, and I felt the cool air in the room rush across my hard little clit.

She reached between my legs after lying down on the bed on her flat little stomach. The outfit she had on, had a little thong like apparatus attached to which rode up her ass just a little, but what I noticed was she had a nice little butt plug shoved into her asshole. I got wet when I realized it, it was inevitable, and I knew I was going to get excited quickly because she was so damn sexy. She moved closer between my legs. I felt her fingers brush against the hair around my pussy, she ran her fingers through it, and then slowly she traced a finger down my lips, on each side she ran her fingers. The she moved inside ever so slightly, I was not allowed to moves, I stayed very still, as I felt her fingers move into my inner lips and run just around my wet dripping tight pussy hole. Her fingers moved slowly around the outside dipping just to the first knuckle and back out. What I wanted was her to ram her entire hand into my pussy and fuck me so hard that I couldn’t stand it anymore. But she sure wasn’t going to do that. She was going to torture me, so that I came over and over tonight. She moved a finger onto my clit, her other hand rested just above it parting my lips. He smooth soft fingers wiggled, and pulled at my clit, and squeezed occasionally, until I could feel the little thing getting plump, when I felt her breath on my cunt. Her lips wrapped around my wet hard little clit and began to suck. She held my clit just between her teeth as her tongue flicked it. I pulled in a sharp deep breath and let out a moan, as I she sucked and bit at my clitoris. I came, I didn’t ask permission, and I did nothing but trembled, and shook and put my hands on her head to ram it into my hot dripping mound.

She pulled her face out of my pussy and smiled at me, I had enough, so I flipped her over, and moved down to kiss her pussy drenched face. I could taste my sweet juice on her lips and taste it on her tongue. I pulled at the restraints of her sexy nightie, I couldn’t stand it, and I needed her tits in my mouth. I pulled one free, and began to suck her pink little ripe nipples. She shuddered as I bit and pulled at her had nipple. I could feel it shrinking and getting harder with each bite. She moaned, and said fuck my pussy baby. I kissed her mouth once more, and then her neck and her tits, undressing her as I went until I reached between her legs. I pulled the nightie off over her long legs, and flipped off her heels. I left her thigh highs on her legs they were so smooth and sexy. She spread her legs far apart, her pussy lips were small and plump and as she pulled her legs apart her clit and inner lips were exposed. I loved the way she looked; she had a sweet little pussy that glistened with all her wetness. I pulled at her outer lips and I ran my tongue over her clit, she came, it shot out of her pussy in a creamy white thick stream. Sticking my tongue into her cunt, I lapped at it until she was all cleaned up and ready again. She moaned loudly as I stuck my fingers into her. I started with one, and she begged for more, I gave her another, one and then yet a third, she wanted me to fuck her hard; she banged her pussy into my hand. Finally, I obliged her and began to bang her little box with strength that rocked her on the bed. She came all over my hand. I pulled out, and got up off the bed.

She raised herself up on one elbow while she caught her breath. I went over to the sink in the hotel room, and got into the ice bucket. I took the plastic cup and filled it full of ice. Walking back to the bed, she laid herself back down. I took the first cube of ice, and ran it over her hardening nipples, they shriveled up and became very hard, I knew they were hurting it was then I took one in my mouth and bit it. She screamed loudly as she pulled my hair shoving my head down to suck her entire tit. I shoved as much in mouth as I could. When she had stopped the orgasm I started on the other tit, same thing, ice, making the titty hard as a rock and then biting down on her cold hard nipple. She screamed again and her thighs shook. The ice and I moved down between her legs, I took a piece and held it in my hand to melt it, so I could drip the freezing water on her clit. She moaned, I took another piece and shoved it straight into her tight little brown puckered ass hole. She moaned loudly again, so I took another piece and shoved it into her asshole. Water from the first piece had started to drip from her tight ass. She breathed in sharply, as I shoved two more pieces of ice into her cunt and began to lick at her clit. Her pussy came on my tongue, water shot from her tight little asshole all over the bed, she moaned loudly and grabbed at her tits as the orgasm racked through her body. I lay down beside her and watched her as she started to calm down, her breathing quieted down.

She turned to face me on the bed, her hand went to my face and she touched my lips, she leaned in and kissed me running her wet tongue across my bottom lip as she bit at it playfully. She was happily satisfied, because she lay her face across my big tits, and fell asleep in my arms for a few hours before she woke again, to fuck me once more. The ice though became fair game for use on me the next round. She was a vision in blue that night as she fucked me with a wine bottle that we had delivered to the room. She promptly ordered it and the moment the waiter was out the door, she poured into the sink, and walked over and put the bottle first in my pussy then in my ass. I came hard and a lot, as she licked the wine droplets off my cunt, and out of my asshole. We had a few more nights to enjoy one another before the computer conference was over, and those are other stories, for another time.

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