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Claire’s reluctant work at the woman-demeaning lobby group “Titcage” is transforming her life into that of a slut.

Chapter 20
A WEEK LATER

Claire woke up naked. She slept this way now, and usually with the sheets thrown back and the bedroom door open. It was part of her requirement for the Titcage V grade, which she was expecting to graduate to today. She knew it let her father see her when he walked past – and see Steph too, for that matter. But he’d never commented yet.

Steph was naked as well, and just waking up. Claire remembered her current rules, and immediately lowered her gaze from her sister’s face to her cunt. She was to stare at a slut’s cunt if exposed, or her tits otherwise. Looking at her sister’s cunt always made Claire wet now. She knew it was horrible and wrong but she couldn’t help it. She guessed it was to do with her work or her training tapes.

The tape was running now, telling Claire she was a slut, and her clit ring was still buzzing in time to it. Her twat was soaking wet and so Claire’s first thoughts on waking up were of sex. She lowered her hand to her pussy and started to rub.

At first she’d been reluctant to masturbate in front of her sister but Steph had insisted that she do it. Claire was required by her rules to masturbate twice a day now and she didn’t always get a chance at work. Better that Claire do it where Steph could watch out for her dad than somewhere where she’d get lost in her sluttiness and not see who was watching.

As Steph woke up, she leaned across and kissed Claire on the lips. This was new in the last few days too but Claire didn’t dare object. Steph was keeping her slutty Titcage secrets, and being really nice about it. Steph had just started kissing her, and Claire had let her. The past three mornings Steph and Claire had explored each other’s mouths with their tongues while Claire masturbated herself to orgasm. They only broke lip contact so that Claire could periodically bring her hands to her mouth and suck the cunt juices off them – another requirement of her V grade. Claire worried it would make her mouth taste like cunt, but Steph seemed to enjoy the taste when she resumed the kiss. And so Claire soon came while sucking on her sister’s tongue.

She showered and dressed and put on her Titcage dog collar. She then presented for her father to check on her. He lifted her skirt to see her panties, and then pulled them down to check her twat for wetness. It was indeed wet – as it always seemed to be these days. He made her lick her cunt juices from his fingers, and then made her spread her legs for ten sharp slaps to her pussy as punishment. She left the house with her cunt burning with pain and soaking wet.

At work she removed her panties for Michael, and received her new V grade Titcage ID. “Good work, Fucktwat,” said Michael. “Next stop is U grade.”

She looked over the criteria for U grade:

U Grade
Presentation:
– Does not own clothes that are not intended to provoke a sexual reaction.
– Someone other than herself touches her bare tits for non-professional reasons at least three times a week, and her twat at least twice.
– Spends at least an hour a week outdoors with her tits and/or twat exposed.
Attitude & Obedience:
– Encourages her male relatives, housemates, sexual partners and employer to physically discipline her if her work or behaviour is unsatisfactory.
Routine:
– Workmates uniformly call her by her Titcage name and this is the only way she introduces herself at work.
Toileting:
– Tastes her piss when pissing.
– Pisses outdoors at least three times a week.
– All urinations involve a secondary degradation.
Masturbation:
– At least half her masturbations bring her to the brink of orgasm without giving her release.
– At least five times a week she looks at porn of sluts being abused while masturbating.
Treatment of Sluts:
– Keeps at least one piece of porn of a slut being abused on her bedroom wall, one at her workplace, and one in her wallet.
– Regularly uses her Titcage rank to abuse or degrade another slut.
Treatment of Men:
– At least once a fortnight a male who has never seen her nude before sees her tits or twat.
– Has brought a male to orgasm.

The list was worrying but at this point she was resigned to the degradations of Titcage. She started to plan how to reach the next grade, while Michael got out her replacement ‘panties’ for the day.

He’d gotten bored of getting her to put on panties for only a couple of minutes a day last week. Now he helped her fulfil her mother’s requirement to wear panties by redefining ‘panties’ to mean some kind of accessory in her cunt region. He liked to give her things to stuff up her pussy for the day or hang from her clitoris ring.

Today it was a slice of cake. Apparently it was Michael’s birthday. He watched as Claire pushed the soft, doughy cake up her pussy, mashing it into a spongey, cunty mess.

‘All the girls have some of this in them today,’ said Michael. ‘At lunch we’ll all collect in the break room and you can dig it out of your twat and eat it to celebrate.’

Claire started crying then. It was so disgusting having cake in her pussy, and the thought of scooping it out and eating it in front of everyone was terrible. Michael comforted her by hugging her, which was nice at first, but then less nice when he reached down between her legs and started tugging painfully on her clitoris ring. ‘There there,’ he cooed. ‘Shut up, slut.’ And he kissed her gently on the hair and pulled at her clit.

Claire walked out to her desk with the cake mashing back and forth in her pussy. She had to keep reaching down to push it back inside her and stop it falling out. Once she reached her chair, she reached down and linked her clit ring to the ring on the chair, effectively chaining her cunt to the workstation.

Claire’s current project was part of a taskforce called “Slut Development”, aimed at helping girls in the wider community realise their sluttiness. Claire would take photos of girls being slutty and mail them out to the girls depicted. Sometimes the photos were real, culled from Facebook or other sources. Sometimes they were fake, with the girl’s face photoshopped onto the body of a naked whore. It didn’t seem to matter. Along with the photos, Claire would write a note to the girl. Her first note for the day read:

“Dear slut,
Please find enclosed a picture of you drunk and spilling beer on your fat, naked udders. You look very rapeable. Please find time today to strip naked and photograph yourself playing with your pussy. Email the picture to [email protected]. If we have not received your picture by the end of the day we will publish this photo to the internet, associated with your name and address, and ensure it tops Google searches for your name. A copy will also be mailed to your relatives and close friends.
Thank you for being the kind of whore that allows us to do this.”
In the afternoon, Claire would collate some of the responses to these letters. She had been told the letters and the email address couldn’t be traced back to Titcage in any way.

Claire’s pussy ring buzzed. It was linked to her electronic diary. It was supposed to vibrate her pussy to remind her of meetings and suchlike, but Claire’s colleagues liked to send her fake meetings such as “Think about what a slut you are” just to make her clit buzz. Sluthole in particular took a particular delight in making Claire’s twat tingle all day long. This particular meeting turned out to be, “Come to the toilet so I can piss on you,” from Sluthole.

No matter how high Claire climbed in the grades, Sluthole always seemed to stay ahead of her. The cute little blonde was now a T-grade, having finished telling the last of her male acquaintances that she fantasised about being raped. Claire obediently reported to the toilet, where a naked Sluthole stripped off Claire’s clothes, and then rubbed her cunt against Claire’s leg while pissing and kissing Claire on the mouth. Claire orgasmed, as she found herself doing from the least sexual contact these days. When Sluthole was done she ordered Claire to open her mouth, and when Claire did she spat in it, and then laughed.

Claire finished her own pissing, rubbing her clit as she did so for a second orgasm. She took care to catch some of her piss in her cupped hand and then lick it off her palm, to comply with her aspirations to U grade. It tasted gross but masturbating at the same time as tasting it made it less disgusting. Claire found that the endorphins released by masturbation made a lot of the horrible things in her working life less worrying. She knew some of the piss had trickled down her cunt and had probably soaked into the cake in her twat.

At lunch the staff gathered in the break room, and the men watched eagerly as one by one the girls dug the mashed-up cake out of their cunts and ate it, while everyone sang “Happy Birthday”. This was the first time Claire had publicly showed her twat to the office and it felt horrible. She cried as she at her cake. It tasted like piss and cunt and she felt sick.

Afterwards she stayed alone in the break room, crying. Jim came up to her and cuddled her for a bit. She could feel his hard cock through his pants, pressing against her groin. After a while, he slowly but insistently pushed her down onto her knees, then took out his cock and slipped it into her mouth.

Claire suckled on it gratefully, still sniffling a little. It felt good to be wanted, and good to make people happy, and anyway it felt right to have a cock in her mouth. It felt normal somehow, even though she’d never directly sucked on a cock despite all the times that Jim had ejaculated onto her face and into her mouth.

Jim came quickly, and Clare swallowed the sperm. Then Jim pulled out his cock, wiped it clean on her cheek, and helped her stand up. ‘Thank you,’ Claire kept repeating as she hugged him. She was an emotional mess and she just felt so grateful that Jim was there. ‘Thank you.’

In the afternoon Michael came out and introduced a new treat for the office girls. They were called ‘Slut Sticks’, and they were about the size and shape of an icypole – or about the size and shape of a cock, Claire couldn’t help thinking. They were a confection of white hard candy shaped around a stick, and were designed for girls to suck on. The candy was made mostly of hardened pig semen and sugar, with a lacing of aphrodisiac drugs. The candies had a liquid centre, which would randomly be sperm, piss, cunt juices, or breast milk. Michael finished up saying he expected to see every girl suck their way through a Slut Stick every day.

Obediently Claire went and got a Slut Stick with the other girls, and put the tip in her mouth to suck on. It actually didn’t taste that bad. It tasted a bit like the cordial, and a lot like Jim’s cum, and that was a taste Claire liked – or at least a taste that her headphones told her she liked. She clipped her cunt ring back to her seat, and then suckled thoughtfully on the pig cum candy while she finished her work for the day.

Her afternoon work was collating responses to the blackmail emails. Her inbox was filled with photos of crying, humiliated sluts rubbing their pussies in amateur self-taken photographs, along with accompanying emails begging Claire not to publish the photos. As per her instructions, she replied to each thanking the slut for the photo, and requiring yet another photo, even more degrading, to ensure the girl’s sluttiness stayed secret. In some Claire asked for the girl to stuff things up her cunt; in others, she asked to see the slut pissing, or with clothespegs on her nipples, or fingering her anus. As she sat here ruining these girls’ lives, with the taste of pig cum in her mouth, she knew she should feel terrible, but she just felt aroused and horny.

She felt so horny that on the way home she decided to get some of her new U grade requirements started. She walked home, and detoured into a public park, where she found a quiet corner and stripped naked. She knew this park, and knew that almost no one ever came here, so she felt reasonably safe.

Standing upright, she began to piss, feeling her urine spurt from her pussy and run down her legs. As she pissed, she masturbated, pulling at her clit ring and stuffing her fingers up her fucktunnel. She caught the last few drops of piss in her cupped hands, and brought them to her lips to lick up.

Then she lay down on the ground, oblivious to the fact she was lying in dirt soaked with her own pee, and fingered her pussy to the verge of orgasm. She thought about Slutkitten’s cunt, and her sister’s cunt, and the taste of her sister’s mouth, and the taste of her own cunt juices and urine, and having Jim’s cock in her mouth and the taste of his sperm. Soon she felt herself about to cum, so she reluctantly pulled her hand away from her twat, knowing that half her masturbations now needed to be teases, and put her clothes back on.

She figured she had been nude for about twenty minutes. If she did this three times a week she’d meet her new outdoor nudity quota easily, and in her super-horny edge-of-orgasm state she was positively eager to spend so much time naked outdoors. It felt slutty and good.

She thought through her other U-grade obligations. She would need to throw out her non-slutty clothes. The thought of only owning whore’s clothes made her feel scared and sad but she could always buy more normal clothes again when she stopped working at Titcage.

Slutkitten could be the one to touch her tits and twat the necessary number of times a week, or Steph could in a pinch, so that was easy. Her “male relatives, housemates, sexual partners, or employer” already physically disciplined her. Or did they? Did Slutkitten count as a sexual partner? Did Steph? Did Jim? Did Sluthole? She might need to talk to them to make sure.

All her pissing now was required to involve a “secondary degradation”. Michael had explained to her that meant doing something to make her pissing sluttier, and just tasting it didn’t count. She could piss in her clothes, piss in public, piss on food or drink she was about to eat, piss in another slut’s mouth, or – and this last was definitely the easiest – masturbate when pissing. Claire figured it wouldn’t be too hard to just finger her pussy every time she urinated.

She was going to need pictures of sluts being abused to look at while masturbating, and keep one in her wallet, one at work, and one on her bedroom wall. She figured she could easily find images like that at work, but she was worried about the “bedroom wall” requirement. No way would her dad let her do that. And it was Steph’s room too. She would have to think about that one.

She was required to use her Titcage rank to abuse or degrade another slut. Claire didn’t want to do that. First of all, she didn’t even know if anyone at the office was lower rank than her at the moment. Secondly, she didn’t know if she could hurt another girl. What would count? Could she maybe just squeeze another girl’s boobs whether she wanted them squeezed or not? Or would she have to act like Sluthole and practically rape another girl in the toilets? She would ask Michael, maybe, for advice.

And lastly were the requirements about men. She guessed she had brought Jim to orgasm only today, so that requirement was filled. But having a new boy see her tits or twat every fortnight? That was scary.

At home, her father checked her panties and her cunt as normal. When he found her dripping wet, he made her taste her juices, and then spanked her twat viciously. Claire, already on the edge from masturbating on the way home, orgasmed loudly and embarassingly from the spanking, and then ran away, blushing, to her room.

(To be continued…)

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With Labor Day coming up, my 16 year old daughter, Rita, asked me if she could have her friends Courtney and Judi over for a long weekend “Goodbye to Summer” slumber party. Since I knew her friends, and was sympathetic to what the end of summer holidays meant from a teens point of view, I was happy to agree. Since my daughter has a queen sized bed, she assured me that at least 2 of them could sleep in the bed, if not all 3, then she would set up a sleeping bag, and if need be, they could take turns being the one to use the sleeping bag.
My daughter and her friends are teammates on the high school cheerleader squad. With the routines they do, they are all in excellent shape, athletic and toned, but not over muscled bodybuilder types. They may be well toned, but they are still very much 16 year old teen females. Rita and Courtney have been friends since they were 6, and with their blonde hair, blue eyes, and fair features, they have been mistaken for sisters.
Judi has been friends with them since they were 10, and she is a cute redhead with a light spray of freckles across her face, neck and shoulders. Courtney and Rita are both 5’7″ tall, Courtney weighs 115, and Rita is 120 pounds. Judi is an inch shorter, at 5’6″ and weighs 110 pounds.
Late Friday afternoon, the girls arrived, and they were very excited to be having a 3 night slumber party. Feeling a bit festive myself, I ordered pizzas and we had pizza for dinner and ice cream for dessert.
At 10 PM, I felt myself drifting, it had been a long, tiring day at work, and I said goodnight to the girls, and headed off to bed. I was asleep withing 5 minutes of my head touching my pillow.
I came awake, it was 1 AM. I was very thirsty, and went off to the bathroom for a glass of water. My bedroom was down at the far end of the upstairs hall, and the bathroom was right next to my daughter’s bedroom.
I noticed the door to my daughter’s bedroom was slightly ajar, and I heard low murmuring voices in her room.
I suddenly heard my daughter’s voice, in a low sexy growl, say, “Have you been a bad girl?”
I heard a giggle, then Courtney’s voice whisper, “Yes, I’ve been very bad!”
My daughter whispered back, “In that case, you know what needs to be done, assume the position!”
I heard the creaking of bed springs, a pause, then I heard a whap, followed by a moan, whether of pain or pleasure, it was hard to tell. I had to see what was going on!
I cautiously pushed opened the door a little further, and peeked in. The overhead light was turned down to a very low setting, dimly lighting up the room, and did I get an eyeful! Only 5 feet away from me, Courtney and Judi were on their hands and knees, completely naked, right at the end of my daughter’s queen sized bed, their tight young asses raised high! My daughter Rita, almost naked save for a pair of very skimpy, tight black panties, was standing at the foot of the bed, right next to Courtney’s upraised ass, with a wooden yardstick in her hand!
I heard Courtney’s voice whisper, “Spank me again”.
I watched in amazement as my daughter drew back the yardstick, and whacked it against Courtney’s ass! She gave a yelp, followed by what sounded like a sigh of pleasure!
I heard Courtney whisper for another, and the whap of the yardstick smacking against her ass again! This time she let out a definite moan of pleasure, and with Courtney urging her on, my daughter was happy to administer two more whaps, bringing more moans of pleasure, tanning Courtney’s young teen ass with the strokes of the yardstick, making them glow red!
With a grin, she moved over to Judi’s upraised ass, and whispered, “Another bad girl, are you ready to receive what you deserve?”
Judi’s whispered “Yes, spank my ass!”
My daughter drew back her arm, and whapped the yardstick against Judi’s ass! She let out a yelp of pain at the sting, but she immediately asked for another! My daughter whapped her ass again, this time she let out a grunt, and again she asked for it! The third stroke brought what sounded like a squeal of pleasure!
Judi grunted, “Oh fuck, yes, spank my ass again!”
My daughter was happy to do so, her yardstick smacking against Judi’s tight teen ass, tanning her ass with five firm strokes!
Courtney got off the bed, and took the yardstick from Rita. Courtney pulled down Rita’s panties, and Rita stepped out of them. Courtney pulled on the panties, the cling of the back of the panties pressed against her fiery red ass. Rita took her place on the bed, ass raised up high and ready.
“OK Rita, you’ve done bad things, and I’m going to give you what you deserve! Count out each stroke that you receive!” Courtney growled.
Courtney drew her arm back and delivered a healthy smack across Rita’s ass! Rita’s let out a yelp of pain, and counted out one.
“Spank my ass Courtney”, Rita whispered, “Tan my white ass!”
Courtney drew back, and delivered another healthy hard whap across Rita’s ass cheeks! My daughter grunted with pleasure this time, and counted out two. Courtney spanked her three more times, my daughter counting out each stroke, and I could see her ass bearing the red marks of the yardstick!
Then Courtney went to Judi, told her what a bad girl she was, and with Judi counting out the strokes and urging her on, she spanked Judi’s tight, upraised ass with 5 hard whaps, bringing squeals of pleasure from her! Judi had taken 10 hard spanks, and her ass was really red.
Judi got up, and took the yardstick from Courtney. Judi pulled down the panties, and she put them on while Courtney again took her place on the bed, her ass upthrust and ready for more!
“Spank my ass Judi!” my daughter growled, “Whip my ass hard!”
Judi wound up, and whammed the yardstick hard against Rita’s ass!
Rita cried, “Oh fuck yes, like that! Spank me hard, just like that!”
Judi drew her arm back, and let my daughter have it! She whapped the yardstick hard against her ass, bringing more bright red marks to Rita’s ass! With my daughter urging her on, she tanned her ass with 4 very hard strokes, making my daughter’s ass glow fiery red! I imagined what the sting felt like of being spanked, and my pussy was soaking! Watching my daughter and her friends spank each other was making me VERY horny!
Courtney was next, and Judi paddled her ass hard 5 times, making all their tight teen asses fiery red, and stinging!
Judi then tossed the yardstick aside, pulled off her panties, and joined Rita and Courtney on the bed.
They rolled over onto the stomachs, pushing their asses up slightly, I could see all of them reach down to their pussies!
“Fuck, getting spanked made me so fucking hot!” Courtney growled. “Let’s see who can cum first!”
I saw all three of them shove fingers up their tight clefts, and fingers stroking at twitching clits. Soon all three were masturbating furiously!
My cunt was aching, my clit twitching wildly! I was just about to shove my fingers deep inside me, when I saw Courtney’s body shaking and shuddering wildly!
“Oh my God, I’m cumming!”, she squealed, “Yes, oh fuck I’m cumming, Yes, yes, YES!”
Her body shook wildly in the throes of her orgasm. That set off Rita, she howled as her pussy exploded, followed quickly by Judi’s cry of ecstasy, as her tight teen cunt dissolved in a wash of hot juices!
They lay sprawled and sated, three very sexy teen bodies, recovering from their climaxes. I quickly and quietly closed the door, and all but ran back to my room. Piratically tearing my night shirt off, I quickly dug out my double headed dildo, 18 inches long, and ready! It had been a gift from a lovely lesbian I’d had a loving 2 year relationship with many years ago, just after college, and I really needed to be filled up! My cunt was an absolutely soaked, eagerly awaiting the stuffing it would soon feel! I positioned that thick head against me, and pushed! I grunted with pleasure as I was penetrated, the hard dildo stretching the tight walls of my cunt apart, inch by inch! I got 12 inches up my cunt, pulling back and sliding it back in! I was soon ramming my dildo in and out, fucking myself silly, seeing in my mind’s eye the sexy spectacle of my daughter spanking and being spanked by her friends, and I had to bite my lip, to keep from screaming with pleasure, when my orgasm exploded like a bomb inside me!

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The Demons are stepping up their plans and Selene recollects a sexy chapter of her past.

Sorry for any typos. Enjoy!

Chapter 3

The day was warm and sunny as usual, with the sun retaining its power and prestige even as rush over was brought through its daily birth. On Wall Street, Occupy protestors were waving signs and shouting to end the greed that had bankrupted the country. Their cries doubled in volume and effort as the stockbrokers CEOs rolled by in the backs of their limousines, tired from a long day of treasure hunting.
No one paid any attention to the silent man shuffling into the crowd with a bottle in his hand. What people didn’t see was the rag sticking out of the nozzle. The man stepped up to the picket line set up by police, gazing at the cars passing by. The Gargoyle possessing the man’s soul growled as it saw the perfect target.
Holding up the bottle and a lighter, the Gargoyle set the rag ablaze. Instantly, the people around the possessed man saw the fire and began to panic, setting off a ripple in the crowd. Just as the realization of what was going on passed through the protestors, a CEO rolled past. Sitting in the back of his limo, the fat balding man was trying to light the cigar held between his teeth. He cursed as the empty nickel-plated Zippo refused to give off more than a few sparks.
Giving up on being able to light his cigar, he closed the Zippo, just as the Molotov Cocktail crashed against his window, throwing a blanket of liquid flames across the surface of the car. The window had held back the explosion, but the man’s death was not necessary. The street was already erupting into pure pandemonium as protestors screamed and fled and police began beating people at random.

A possessed wealthy businessman stepped out of a diner, straightening his tie with an erratic facial twitch as the Gargoyle inside tried to get accustomed to the human body. With his suitcase in hand, the man walked down the street with one of the waitresses pointing at him from inside and yelling while the cook tried to calm her down. Clutched tightly in her hand was the bill for his lunch. No tip had been left behind, only a note saying that servants should learn to bring food faster.
It was a small move, one that really cause any damage. But already, pictures of the note were being spread across the Internet and igniting massive infernos of anger and resentment. Similar notes were being left across the city as the hatred grew like thorny vines.

The damp night was filled with the sound of spray paint as possessed men and women scrawled huge messages on public surfaces in crimson. The shade of the red and the way it dripped down made it look like each one had been painted with a blood splatter. The messages were things like ‘GOD HATES FAGS’, ‘PRAISE ALLAH’, ‘THE BIBLE IS OUR CONSTITUTION’, ‘IT’S THE WHITE HOUSE, NOT THE NIGGER HOUSE’, and there were even more than a few swastikas.

Outrage boiled in the city with the rising sun as people would walk to their cars and find that their tires had been slashed and the sides had been scratched. Every car with a political bumper sticker had been the target of this vandalism, both democrats and republicans. As people struggled to get to work, the vast cascade of offensive messages that had been spread across New York were in the process of being washed away by desperate street cleaners, trying to erase them before the hatred spread.

Selene came to a stop in the hallway of her office, having caught the sound of a fearful conversation in the break room. With her hand on the doorframe, she leaned back slightly and peered into the room while two women talked in hushed voices by the fridge.
“It’s absolutely horrible, I throw up every time I imagine it,” one woman in her early fifties tearfully said, wiping her eyes with a tissue.
“And it just happened today?!” her friend exclaimed with her hand on her chest as if she couldn’t breathe.
“I just heard it now on the radio. Police were called over the sounds of screaming coming from the daycare center, and when they arrived, half of the children were dead and the other half were missing!”
Selene’s blood felt like cold mercury in her veins.
“Blood covered the walls and almost all of the children showed they had been raped before they were killed! The police are tearing the city apart to find the children that were taken! I can’t even imagine what they’ve been forced to endure, those poor kids!”

A candlelight vigil was held in every religious building throughout the city, as well as in front of City Hall, with people praying for the safety of the taken children and mourning their horrible deaths. And that was just the city, the situation was already getting international attention. Completely unaware of the forces at work, the people prayed while the Demons and Gargoyles worked.

Baltoh landed on the top of a dumpster with enough strength to crumple it like an empty beer can. Sword in hand, he growled in anger at the two Gargoyles feasting on some of the disemboweled corpses of the kidnapped children. Already a large puddle of blood was forming in the empty parking lot from the butchered bodies. The Gargoyles both turned to Baltoh and gave shrieks of terror, quickly opening their wings to try and escape.
“Angel Art: Ultimate Penitence!”
Upon being spoken, the spell materialized two large wooden crosses on the Gargoyle’s backs, each more than twice as large as the Gargoyle’s body. The Hell-spawn beasts were instantly slammed into the ground with enough force to shatter the pavement, and even though the giant crosses were only laying on them like fallen trees, they could not lift so much as a finger, as the gravity acting on their bodies had been multiplied to the point where their unholy bones were about to snap.
“Fight against it all you want, but you cannot overcome the weight of your sins,” Baltoh said coldly as he raised his sword.

The mayor of New York, Michael Bloomberg, sat at his desk with bloodshot eyes. It was almost midnight and he was trying to figure out what was going on in his city. Everything seemed to be falling apart and he didn’t know why. It had all started with that black geyser that shot up into the sky. Still not a single picture or video of it could be found, which was as mysterious as the geyser itself.
A knock on the door drew his attention and one of his aides stepped in, trying to help sort the mess out. “Mr. Mayor, you’re going to want to come see this.”
Gabriel followed the young man outside, where several employees of the City Hall that were working through the night, as well as anyone out on the streets and even a few police officers, were standing around a van-sized pile of sheets of fabric, sitting in the street right in front of the building.
“What is it?” the mayor asked, stepping outside.
Once of the police officers picked one of the sheets and held it to the light of a nearby lamppost, trying to get a good look at it. “It’s an American flag…”
“My god, they’re all American flags,” another officer said, shining his flashlight on the pile.
Standing on the steps of City Hall, completely undetectable by the humans, Abaddon gave a deep laugh as he held out his hand. With a snap of his fingers, the entire pile was consumed by fire, forcing everyone to jump back out of fear, watching as the flags burned.

One by one, the pillars of human civility were being knocked over, slowly causing the entire foundation of society to collapse.

Selene was lying in bed, enjoying the feeling of the late-morning sunlight on her half-naked body and the chance to sleep in. Her cat was curled up next to her, but without warning, it bolted up and jumped onto her back, refusing to lay or sit down.
“Ugh… Jake…” she groaned as the cat’s tiny paws pressed down on her like jabbing fingers.
A shadow shifted across her face, causing her to open her eyes and gasp. Baltoh was crouching in her window with his wings extended outside and his tail curling and swishing behind him. “Good morning,” he said with no expression.
“Baltoh,” she said softly as she sat up, prompting her cat to dash to the foot of the bed with wide eyes, neither hissing nor purring.
“I wanted to check in on you. I haven’t been so preoccupied with my hunt that I haven’t noticed that this city is being turned upside down, and I wanted to make sure you weren’t in danger or anything.”
Even without any emotion in his voice, Selene blushed at his worry. “You’re right, it’s like the people of this city instantly turned into rabid animals,” she said as she stood up out of bed.
Selene was wearing nothing but a black thong and a matching bra that was struggling to hold in her full breasts. Even after seeing and even holding her naked body, Baltoh could feel a very strong sense of arousal as he gazed at her slender yet voluptuous figure. As usual, the strength of these feelings of attraction welling up within him was rivaled only by the strength of his curiosity of why he was even feeling this way. Sensing his arousal, Selene blushed again as she walked over to her dresser. Deciding to tease him, she bent down at a near 90º angle to pull a pair of jeans out of the lower drawer, granting the Demon-Archangel hybrid a jaw-dropping view of her perfectly sculpted rear.
Baltoh’s breathing became shallow as he stared at her smooth-as-glass thighs and her full yet well-taut ass, which would put a Brazilian stripper to shame and could bounce a quarter across the room. Her black lace thong was nestled between the two cheeks like a length of wire and was clinging to her almost as if desperate. Feeling the hybrid’s eyes travel across every inch of her cinnamon-shade skin, Selene smiled and bit her lip as she slipped her feet into a pair of slim-fit jeans. She slowly pulled up the jeans with the waistband being dragged tightly against the back of her legs, the way a clay sculptor would drag a string across her creation in progress to make it perfectly smooth and shaped. Selene stood up straight, pulling her jeans tightly against the back of her thighs with her ass resting on the waistband, almost being lifted by it. Baltoh struggled not to lick his lips and keep his composure as his rushing blood began to enlarge his cock.
“You aren’t very modest, are you?” he finally asked as she brought up her jeans all the way and buttoned him.
Selene was momentarily flooded with embarrassment, but quickly brushed it aside. With a tank top in hand, she turned back to him. “Well you’ve already seen me naked, so there is no reason to be discrete,” she defended while raising her arms to slip on the top.
Baltoh instantly felt his cock stir as her breasts seemed to expand with the parallel elevation of her arms. “So has your doctor, but I doubt you get dressed with him watching.”
The white tank top came down over her breasts, restoring his self-control. Selene swung her head from side to side, straightening out her long hair. “Happy?” she asked with a wry smile.
Baltoh did not reply. With a small giggle, she turned and walked to the doorway. “Come on in before someone calls the police about a man with a tail and four wings watching people from their fire escape.”
While it wasn’t a smile, Baltoh’s expression lightened and he stepped into the room, first retracting his wings back into his body and wrapping his long tail around his waist. As he stepped through the doorway of her bedroom, Selene watched him, specifically his halo.
“What?” he asked, noticing her gaze.
“I’m just making sure that your halo doesn’t burn down my apartment.”
“Don’t worry, the halo is mostly just a symbolic illusion of my Archangel status. If I want it to, I can make it interact with the world around me, but otherwise, it’s basically made solely of light, see?”
He raised his hand and moved it back and forth through the ring of fire, not disturbing the flames in the slightest.
“So tell me, do you have any memories of the people that you once were? You seem to understand cultural references just fine,” she asked while setting up the coffee maker.
Baltoh lazily wandered around her apartment and looked at everything on the walls and shelves. “I do, but not as many as you think. By the time souls in Hell crumble to dust, they’ve already undergone so much torture that they’ve been driven insane and don’t even know who they are. Most of the memories I get are of people’s patterns in their daily lives, like their understandings and views of their culture. While I don’t remember ever meeting a doctor or driving a car, I understand what both of them are and what they are for. However, much of my understanding of this world comes from first-hand experience. I’ve come to Earth tens of thousands of times to escape from Hell when I am overpowered and death is almost guaranteed. Contrary to what you might believe, I am far from being the top of the food chain.”
“Well what personal memories do you have?” she asked, taking two mugs out of one of her kitchen cabinets while the coffee pot slowly began to fill.
“I remember fighting the Greeks that sought to raze the city of Troy and enslave its people, I remember serving as an executioner in 16th century France and beheading criminals, and I remember hunting down escaped Nazis after World War II, among other things.”
“That’s incredible!”
Baltoh just shrugged and sat down at the island table.
“So wait, how old are you? If one of the people that you were created from was a Nazi-hunter, that means you can’t be more than a few decades old.” She inquired.
“Time in Hell moves at a much faster pace than in the human world, a single day here is an entire year there. It’s hard to tell just how old I am as Hell has no seasons or yearly changes, but due to the date here, I would say that I’m over 40,000 Hell-years old.”
“Say, what is Hell like? I get a vague idea, but I’m curious. Coffee?” she asked, holding up the pot.
“No thanks, I don’t eat or drink. Demons and Gargoyles can eat human flesh in order to regain their strength, but Angels and Archangels do not require sustenance. In fact, we never have to “relieve ourselves” because nothing ever passes through our systems.
Hell is actually rather small. The universe of it is just as large as this one but the name ‘Hell’ denotes both the entire realm and the one region that is actually occupied by human and demonic spirits is a single planet in empty space. 95% of the planet Hell covered by a sea of fire that burns for all eternity, but there is a place known as the Isle of the Damned. It’s the only landmass in all of Hell so it’s the only place with only residents, and it serves as the entrance the planet, where most of the stuff goes on.
The planet is composed of zones, which each zone corresponding to a different kind of prisoner and different kind of punishment. The zones are divided up not only by the Seven Deadly Sins, but by other factors and geographical factors. Humans that are sent there generally lose the ability to be killed. They will suffer mind-numbing tortures and excruciating deaths, but until they finally crumble into ash, there is nothing that can free them of their pain. I consider myself lucky that my enemies don’t have that trait. Even in Hell, beings with Angel or Demon energy are mortal, meaning that I’m not just killing the same opponent over and over again.”
“So I imagine it’s full of criminals?”
“Generally, but there are also the victims of circumstance and those who meant to do good. Suicide victims, heroes that have committed murder to bring justice, and even people who committed crimes completely by accident. Unfortunately, the majority of the people in Hell are there only because of small infractions that never hurt anyone and caused any harm, but were still considered sins.” He continued.
“You know, there is something that people have been wondering for a long time in this country; do you go to Hell if you get an abortion? They say its murder.” She asked. Baltoh scowled.
“Of course not! What dumbass told you abortion was murder?”
Selene gave a lighthearted giggle. “Thank you for coming to check up on me. I was wondering when I would see you again.”
A small smile briefly appeared on Baltoh’s face before disappearing. “I had to, with how dangerous this city is becoming and the fact that you are aware of me, I knew you were at risk.”
Selene lost her smile. “Do you know what’s going on?”
“I do know that my enemies are causing it. I’ve been investigating the scenes of these disturbances and I always find the faint scent of evil. Abaddon and his henchmen are taking over humans and using them to raise tensions and cause chaos, though it has already gained momentum and no longer requires their involvement.
You’ll probably see this on the news, but a woman just threw a flaming bottle of gasoline into a mosque while it was full of people. I got there moments after it was thrown and caught her. She wasn’t possessed; she was just a hate-filled killer. I hold no remorse in taking her life. It’s being seen everywhere: religious fanatics are on the streets, cursing everything and everyone that doesn’t follow their strict and prejudiced views (I’ll probably kill them later), new protest groups are starting and they are patrolling the city with political signs, and I’ve already found three dead bodies.”
Selene stirred uncomfortably at the mention of murder. “Are you really willing to kill that easily?”
Sensing her unease, Baltoh looked at her in the corner of his eye and stood up. “I’m not a serial murderer that takes the lives of innocent people. My name means “righteousness” in the language of Heaven and I was born from the hatred of evil of millions of heroes. I was born of hatred, just like my victims, but unlike them, my hatred is of their hatred. They use their hatred to cause harm and make others suffer, I use my hatred to end the torment they inflict and bring the justice that must rule. Hatred is like fire, in that it can destroy all in its path, but my hatred is like Hellfire, in that it incinerates the unjust.”
Selene regained her smile and her eyes were filled with admiration, sparkling like gems so beautifully that Baltoh could not look away from them.
“To be honest, I have no clue what the Demons are up to. I don’t know if they’re causing this pandemonium because it is their nature, or if they are just using it to hide their movements while they bring some plan to fruition. I can’t track them when they possess humans, so unless they actually use their powers with enough energy for me to sense or their human hosts are caught within the rites of an exorcism, I can’t find them.” He sighed.
“So what are you going to do?” Selene asked.
“I have to wait, wait for one of them to reveal themselves or wait until I can identify a possible pattern and predict where they will strike so that I can capture them.”
He then walked back over to the island table and leaned over it, looking in Selene’s eyes. “Listen, I have a feeling that things are going to continue to escalate. These acts of violence and vandalism are now occurring without the Demons’ influence, and this fire is just going to keep growing unless I can stop them. If I can’t find them soon and things go from bad to worse, I want you to leave New York until I can get the situation under control.”
Selene smiled. “There is no way I’m leaving you or this city. I’ve always wanted to be somewhere of interest, somewhere where there is something amazing and complicated that I can get involved in. I moved here because of how interesting New York is. Right now, you are the most interesting thing in the world, so I’m not leaving unless you leave.”
Baltoh gained a rare smile at her stubbornness. “Have you always been so defiant?”
“Always. Like most kids, I disobeyed my parents constantly, but not because I was a little brat. I was always trying to push myself to my limits and do what I shouldn’t. They were always saying to me “don’t climb that tree, you’ll fall”, “I don’t care if your brother did it, don’t eat that bug”, “don’t run so fast or you’ll trip”. I was a well-behaved child, I just didn’t like not being challenged. I even loved schoolwork because it was one giant mind challenge.”
“So I imagine you did a lot of sports?” Baltoh asked, sitting back down.
Selene laughed. “My parents still keep my old bedroom full of my trophies, not to mention awards from other school groups. They always worried about me, worried that I was pushing myself too hard, trying to balance homework, sports, school clubs, and a social life. It never got to me, because the more I was pushed and the harder I worked, the stronger and better I became. I was like a knife; no matter how much you grind me against a whetstone, I just get sharper.”
“I imagine you considered dating as just another weight to add to the dumbbells of your life?” Baltoh asked, becoming more and more comfortable and lighthearted.
Selene’s smile grew smaller, but did not disappear. “I could never find a guy who challenged me enough, someone interesting enough. I’ve had couple boyfriends in my life, but as you can see, they didn’t last. I was always looking for something more in them, something that set them apart from everyone else, something that I could spend my life trying to climb like a cliff face or translate like a book written in Latin.”
She then leaned over the table with her chin resting on her hands. “I wish I could return these questions. You’ve spent your whole life fighting in the pits of Hell which means you haven’t lived like a regular person, and I don’t want to ask about the lives that make you up, because then I don’t feel like I’m really asking about you, and who you really are. You’re so strange,” she huffed, while maintaining her small smile.
Baltoh rested his chin on his hands the same way, looking into her eyes. “What I was or what made she who I am should not matter, only who I am now should matter. You don’t need a past to have a future, you only need a present from which that future can grow.”
“What lies in your future?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Maybe instead of fighting, there is a person in your future.”
“Unlikely.”
Selene gave a soft giggle. “You’re half-Archangel, right? Well then have some faith.”
After the words passed her lips, the human and the hybrid both became silent, staring into each other’s eyes. Slowly, they began to move forward, in increments of measurement so small that they were barely visible. As their faces approached, their lips parted, and on cue, the cat Jake leapt up onto the table, landing between them.
Selene and Baltoh jerked back and immediately felt the squeeze of awkwardness around their chests.
“I should go, I have to find those Demons before things get out of hand,” Baltoh nervously said, turning around and extending his wings.
As he turned around, about to become intangible and pass through the wall, Selene spoke. “Baltoh, take your time. You’ve piqued my interest, so don’t think you’re leaving any time soon.”
Baltoh mirrored the smile on his own lips.
“Maybe I will, after all, you humans are turning out to be interesting as well,” he said before departing.
As Baltoh passed through the walls and levels of the building and took to the sky, flying invisibly, Abaddon materialized on the fire escape of the building across the street. His arms were crossed and he had a dark grin.
“Well now, isn’t this a curious twist?” he said to himself before disappearing once again.

Selene and Molly were sitting on a bench in the park, enjoying the late-spring sunlight. Deep in the background, the sounds of chanting protestors and honking cars could be heard in the city, but the park itself was almost completely tranquil. The island in the pavement sea was bustling with people, all trying to enjoy the nice weather before it rose into the unbearable summer temperatures.
“I had the kinkiest dream last night…” Molly hummed as both women leaned back in the bench with their eyes closed, trying to soak up as much sun as possible like a pair of dozing cats.
“Ok, I’m interested,” Selene chuckled.
“It was about that office Christmas party two years ago,” Molly said coyly, raising one eyelid and glancing at Selene. Without opening her eyes, Selene scowled.
“Molly, we agreed never to talk about that night, remember?” she hissed.
“Hey, you seemed more than willing and happy at the time.”
“Yeah, because we were both drunk. Remember what happened afterwards? How we couldn’t speak to each other for three months and I almost quit my job because it was just too awkward to be in the same building.”
“Oh come on, I know you enjoyed it, and if you didn’t, then why is it that you were so interested in my sex dream just a minute ago? The idea that I’m doing something kinky turns you on, doesn’t it?”
“Listen, I don’t want to talk about it. It took me months to get over what we did and I’m still ashamed of myself,” Selene angrily replied, about to get up and leave.
“Then why are you blushing?”
Selene glared at her with invisible daggers shooting from her eyes, but no matter how hard she fought, talking about that night was bringing up a very erotic montage of memories in her mind, and those memories were beginning to make her aroused. Already she could feel her pussy moistening and her body temperature rising. It didn’t take long for her resolve to finally break and a flashback to flood her mind…

December 24th, 2009, 10:00 pm:
Selene wandered through the cubicle maze with a half-full plastic cup and a prominent stagger. This was the last time they would allow liquor, and for good reason. The office party had quickly fallen apart as the blood-alcohol level rose with the lateness of the evening and Selene had probably the highest. Bored and more than drunk to decide to start photocopying her ass, Selene was looking for Molly, as there certainly wasn’t anyone interesting to talk to. She had already wandered around most of the building, but there was one place she had not checked.
Selene pressed her ear against Mr. Reed’s office door, hoping she wouldn’t hear her friend getting a mustache ride from their ugly boss. She did not hear the moans or flesh clapping of two people having sex, but she heard an undulating buzzing sound and the shrill but soft whines of Molly. Curious, Selene opened the door and peered inside. Molly was sitting in her boss’ chair, her blouse open with her arms across her bare breasts, her thong and skirt on the floor, and a vibrator being worked between her legs (but do to the desk blocking her from the waist down, this couldn’t really be confirmed).
“Molly, what are you doing?” Selene asked in lazy interest. The busty blond nearly jumped out of the chair.
“Selene, close the door!”
Selene stepped inside and locked the door behind her. “Ok, I’m going to need an explanation…”
Molly turned in the chair and pulled out the pink dildo, holding it like a cigarette without even turning it off. “I was bored as Hell, my vibrator was in my purse, and this is the most comfortable chair. Reed is already gone, and I figured doing this might get me sober enough to drive. I hit the sauce pretty hard.”
Selene was completely unaffected by the sight of her friend’s lily-white D-cup breasts, landing strip-flat belly, smooth thighs, and wet shaved pussy, and Molly seemed literally open to showing her everything. Without alcohol in the equation, this conversation wouldn’t even be happening, but with them practically burping ethanol, neither were exactly “thinking clearly”.
“Normally it takes a while to get me off when I’m buzzed, but this is ridiculous. I’ve been fucking myself with this thing for half an hour and I’ve almost drained the batteries, not to mention my arms are exhausted.”
Selene was silent, letting her eyes wander around the office before inevitably coming back to her empty cup.
“Hey, could you help me out?” Molly finally asked.
“Why? What are you doing?” Selene asked, having completely forgotten what they were talking about.
“Just sit on the floor.”
“Okey-dokey,” her friend replied with a girlish giggle.
Crossing her legs, Selene sat down on the floor like a kindergartener at story time. Molly spread her legs and only now did Selene seem a smidgen skittish at the sight of her pussy, sopping wet and pink as gum.
“I’m really not sure I like this.”
Molly handed her the vibrator. “I just need you to work this in me, just like a fuck machine. You don’t need to do anything else. It’s just a simple favor, like helping me paint my kitchen. Just help me get off, it’s not like I’ll tell anybody about this. Come on, you would help me paint my kitchen, wouldn’t you?”
Squeamish but willing, Selene held the end of the wet vibrator with her index finger and thumb. She looked back and forth at the toy and the spread lips of her friend’s pussy, hungry for pleasure. A part of her was saying that this was going a little too far, but the rest was saying ‘eh, why not’. Deciding that this was just a favor for a friend, she slowly inserted the buzzing vibrator into Molly. The blonde drunk instinctively moaned as it entered her, shaking the silky flesh of her moist interior. The sound of the sexual call made Selene excited and anxious, but she proceeded to move the toy back and forth in her friend.
As she moved the toy like a piston in Molly, the sweet juices of her snatch ran down the dildo and soaked Selene’s fingers. While she was immediately touched with the desire to wash her hands, she could feel herself beginning to enjoy the act as well. The contorted expression of pleasure on Molly’s beautiful face, the shifting and jiggling of her breasts as her body trembled and she pinched her nipples, her flat stomach rippling as if she were belly dancing, and her legs openly spread, carelessly putting her oiled vagina on display.
Something about this act was very arousing to Selene, and the sweet smell of her friend’s pussy was making her body tremble with heat and excitement. True, she had never felt any sort of attraction to women, at least no more than a slight curiosity like everyone else had, but she had always felt a tinge or arousal when Molly bent over to pick something up or was showing a particularly ample amount of cleavage. Selene often found her gaze wandering when Molly was around, stirring her natural curiosity. And she had to admit that the symphony of Molly’s moans and the buzzing of the vibrator was making her own pussy wet as well. After just a couple minutes, she held the vibrator tightly with her full hand and was working it in her friend with rapid speed, making Molly holler and whine, quickly bringing her to climax.
“Thanks Selene,” said Molly, gasping for air as she took the vibrator and turned it off.
Trembling from the arousal that had been instilled by pleasuring Molly, Selene was just about to get back on her feet, but froze in shock as her friend ran her tongue up the sex toy as if it were a Popsicle.
“Oh my god, you actually lick your own juices?”
“Of course, I am delicious!”
She then leaned forward in the chair and put her hand on Selene’s shoulder as she licked the toy again. “Here, try it.”
Selene’s whole body became rigid as the phallic toy was forced into her mouth against the back of her throat, nearly making her puke from the sinfulness of her friend’s flavor. She tried to pull away, but Molly was holding her shoulder and making her to suck it. Molly truly was a dominating drunk, but even with tears rolling down her face from the punishment of her throat, Selene was too drunk to feel anything but joy at the delectable oil from Molly’s pussy.
Molly finally pulled it out, leaving Selene panting from the forced-feeding.
“Want some more?”
Selene nodded, feeling her sexual desires gaining inertia. With a smile, Molly got down on her knees and began working the dildo in her cunt, slathering it in her juices. She pulled it back out and held it up, licking one side while Selene licked the other, both of them taking great pleasure in tasting the blonde’s essence. Molly pleasured herself again with it, covering it in another layer of fluid, then held it up and the two women began licking it. As they moved up to the top of the dildo, their tongues began to meet. At first it was the slightest accidental touches, then strings of saliva could be seen stretched between their lips, and eventually, they were kissing each other over and over again with the dildo no longer between them. At this point, Selene no longer cared what happened. She just wanted the hot vibrations of pleasure between her legs to continue.
The gorgeous blonde and the ebony goddess continued to kiss, their mouths salivating from the horniness they were feeling. With a smile, Molly put the dildo aside and pulled off her blouse and unclasped bra. With her hands on Selene’s shoulders, she laid her friend back on the floor and held herself over her, wearing nothing but her high heels.
“Hmm, this reminds me of my college sorority,” Molly purred as her long blonde hair hung down on Selene’s face, contrasting against her dark skin.
She leaned down and pressed her lips against Selene’s, slipping her tongue into her friend’s mouth and letting their saliva mix. With their rosy lipstick shades blending together, Molly grasped Selene’s hand and held it limply against her pussy. Barely thinking through the alcohol, Selene got the message and inserted her fingers into the wet opening, tickling Molly’s slit and restarting her like an engine.
Supporting herself with one hand, Molly pulled off Selene’s skirt and panties with the other, revealing her own pussy, already sopping wet. Molly reached down and pushed her fingers into Selene, making her moan in pleasure through their endless kiss. Both women began moving as mirror images, fingering each other while their tongues basically formed a double helix. After a minute of kissing, Molly sat up and undid Selene’s blouse and bra, humming in arousal as Selene’s melon-sized jugs burst free from their fabric prison. Molly moved up past Selene’s head and turned around so that they were almost in the 69-position, but with each other’s breasts in line with their faces.
“Come on, suck on them,” Molly said coyly as her erect nipples hung just inches above Selene’s face.
Curious, submissive, and horny as Hell, Selene reached up and wrapped her lips around Molly’s nipples, sucking on them hungrily and making Molly coo not just in physical bliss, but in the knowledge that she had bent Selene to her will, and now it was time for her to reap the benefits. Molly lowered her head and painted Selene’s areolas with her tongue, taking incredible satisfaction in the taste and feel of her soft flesh.
For several minutes, the two women sucked on each other’s tits like leaches, practically leaving hickeys on their pointing nipples. With a coy smile, Molly finally moved down into the 69-position, holding her perfect ass above Selene’s face.
“I’ve wanted to lick your honey pot ever since we met. Come on baby, you can’t say that you haven’t wanted to do the same,” She whispered, shaking her ass from side to side. Selene did not reply, as she was too horny to even speak.
First pulling her long blonde hair out of the way, Molly lowered her face and slid her tongue through the sloppy entrance to her slit, making Selene moan softly in euphoria. Taking the initiative, Selene raised her head and buried her face in Molly’s perfect ass. Having never done such a thing before, Selene didn’t quite have any experience on this, so she tried to mimic what old boyfriends had done to please her as Molly’s smooth ass cheeks were clenched against the sides of her face. Molly gave the same moan and continued to go down on Selene, essentially turning the two women into a living yin yang symbol.
Gorging herself on Selene’s wet pussy, Molly purred and hummed from the taste alone as she sucked up every delicious drop of the woman’s fluid as if she were drawing the poison from a snake bite. Beneath her, Selene was becoming more and more accustomed and practiced at pleasuring Molly, moving her tongue inside her friend the same way that Molly was moving her tongue in hers. She too was taking vast amounts of pleasure in not just the flavor of the hot wet cunt resting on her face, but the kinky excitement making her whole body buzz at the softness of those delicious pussy lips and the knowledge that she was completely gorging herself on her sexy friend.
With a smile, Molly retrieved her vibrator and inserted it into Selene, making her groan through Molly’s ass. She turned on the toy, making it shake and rumble in Selene and using it to draw forth more pussy juice to drink up. The office was filled with the sounds of the women’s moans of pleasure and buzzing of the sex toy, glistening with Selene’s oils. Licking her smiling lips, Molly got up and shifted her weight, sitting directly on Selene’s face so that she was almost completely hidden between her friend’s curvaceous ass cheeks. Molly broadened her control on the vibrator, jacking it back and forth in Selene and making her spread her legs wide, pointing her high heels at the ceiling.
“That’s right, honey. Lick my cunt,” Molly purred as she ran her tongue up Selene’s smooth leg and continued to fuck her wildly with the vibrator.
Beneath her, Selene was desperately trying to catch her breath between slurps, but Molly’s naked flesh was covering her face every second. Molly finally moved, letting Selene finally get a lungful of fresh air, but instead of moving away, she left the vibrator wiggling in her snatch and moved up onto a crabwalk, putting Selene’s face back between her toned ass.
“Fuck yourself and lick my asshole, do it,” she ordered, grinding her cheeks against Selene’s face.
Selene obeyed with horny excitement, pushing her tongue as far into Molly’s asshole as possible while grabbing the vibrator and pushing it in and out of her gate of paradise. Molly gripped her breasts until the pale skin turned pink, moaning and crying out in euphoria as Selene’s soft wet tongue burrowed into her anus, tickling the tender moist flesh. Drunk as she was, Selene couldn’t really taste anything, though her mind and her hormones were screaming that it was addictively delicious and her massaged pussy lips wanted the pleasure to never end, not to mention that Molly’s soft smooth ass felt amazing on the sides of her face. Her dedicated efforts were driving Molly insane in ecstasy, making her abandon her breasts and instead rub her pussy frantically, soaking her fingers in her juices before sucking on them.
After almost five minutes, Molly finally got off of Selene and quickly bent down, licking her face clean like a dog licking a dirty plate. Selene had a drunken smile on her face as Molly’s tongue ran up her face.
“Ok, it’s my turn. Now I sit on YOUR face while YOU get fucked!”
Molly grinned in arousal and lied back on the floor, desperate for a second course of delicious twat. Selene moved up over Molly’s face, but in the reverse direction when their roles had been different. She lowered herself onto Molly, pinning her down and making her lick her pussy. The second Molly started, Selene was moaning in euphoria, feeling a much greater pressure on her tender lips as Molly’s tongue worked inside her tirelessly. Almost feeling numb from the waist down from the incredible pleasure being given to her, Selene looked back and began fondling Molly’s breasts, playing with them like an ADD kid playing with a small desktop feng shui sand garden. She was completely infatuated with the full softness, squeezing and fondling them like a cat with a bag of catnip.
While she gorged on herself on Selene’s essence, Molly retrieved her vibrator and put it right where it belonged, right between her legs. Upon its insertion, Molly nearly arched her back in ecstasy, for the feeling of the toy shaking every single centimeter of moist flesh in her cunt and the soft deliciousness of Selene was almost more than she could handle. Before long, Selene craved more from Molly; she wanted to experience what her friend had experienced. She changed her position, getting on all fours with her nipples pointing at the ceiling. Molly took the message and practically dove into Selene’s tight asshole, flirting her tongue in and out of her anus while relishing the softness of Selene’s firm rear.
“Oh, that feels so good. Keep licking, keep licking it,” Selene growled as she rubbed her pussy and hungrily licked up the juices, while trying not to fall off balance.
She pressed down harder, grinding her ass against Molly’s face while the blond nymphomaniac practically slobbered on her asshole. Before long, Selene’s thighs were burning like furnaces and she had to dismount Molly’s jiggling tongue. Like Molly had done, Selene bent down and licked her friend’s face like an ice cream cone.
“Ok baby, now I want to show you something that I used to do in college. Rub my pussy with yours,” Molly instructed with a coy grin.
Still intoxicated, Selene did not understand what she was supposed to do, so Molly took the initiative. Nearly scraping Selene with her high heels in her excitement, Molly interlocked the two women’s legs. Very gently, the smooth lips of their pussies kissed, making the women purr in kinky pleasure.
“Now grind against me, the harder the better,” Molly said before leaning forward and giving Selene a soft kiss.
Smiling and licking their lips, the two beauties began rubbing against each other, letting their pussy lips aggressively kiss and smother each other over and over again. Their moans reached new levels of volume and tone as the softness they felt surpassed everything else from that night. Ripples traversed their glassy smooth bodies as their thighs clapped against each other over and over again and their lips seemingly fused together with each sensual kiss. As their bodies moved in rhythm, they each reached out and massaged each other’s breasts, rubbing their palms against each other’s nipples.
The two beauties continued like this for several minutes until sharing a simultaneous orgasm. Their pussies were as soaked as dish sponges, covering each other and exchanging their succulent juices, without ever breaking their wet kiss. The two women lied back, panting like dogs in the summer from their exertion. Their bodies were both covered in a glistening film of sweat, saliva, and vaginal juices, catching the light and illuminating their voluptuous curves.
Catching her breath first, Molly sat up and swathed her hand in the wet mixture between their pussies and licked it off as if it were water from the Fountain of Youth. She then leaned forward, kissing Selene’s belly and tickling her naval with her tongue. She continued to move up, licking the sweat off Selene’s luscious breasts, kissing her neck, and finally locking lips with her and licking the inside of her mouth. The sensual kiss revived Selene, and she could finally feel the effects of the alcohol wearing off. She looked around, once again thinking clearly and now aware of what she had just done. She looked at the smiling Molly and at her own naked body, suddenly filled with a mix of shame and confusing.
“Uh… I think it’s time for me to go,” Selene said, hurriedly pulling on her clothes and rushing out of the office, leaving Molly smiling and licking her dildo clean.

“Admit it, you just had one big flashback,” Molly teased.
Selene didn’t reply, only blushed in annoyance and tried not to rub her legs together. It hadn’t taken her long after the party to remember everything she had done, every… single… detail. As she had said, things had been incredibly awkward for them afterwards, at least for Selene. Molly felt no regret and occasionally tried to talk Selene into another sexy fling, and while Selene always said no, she could not ignore that thinking back to that night made her horny in a way that she had never before experienced. Whenever she lied in bed, working her fingers between her legs, Selene often found that her best orgasms when memories of eating out Molly slipped into her fantasies. If she were completely honest, she would say that being with a woman was one of the greatest new experiences in her life, one of her personal favorite “challenges”.
This undeniable pleasure was probably why Selene forgave Molly for seemingly taking advantage of her and why they still remained best friends. As much as she denied it, in her subconscious, the only reason why she never took Molly up on her sexual offers was because she didn’t want to complicate their friendship any further. Though as the memories flashed through her mind, Selene suddenly felt the desire to get some space from Molly so that she could clear her mind.
Trying to keep her clit from shivering in arousal with greater intensity, Selene stood up and walked off.

Abaddon and Rimmon stood in front of the daycare center from which they had killed half of the children and taken the rest to be tortured and devoured later. The sidewalk was blanketed in lit candles, notes, and photos of the dead and missing children, while the street was covered in trash and flyers from the protestors who had stood by and chanted their outrage at how such a travesty could take place and what kind of world their children were living on. The street was completely empty, and while the sun was shining brightly down upon the Demons, they had made their bodies invisible to keep the light from affecting them.
Abaddon held out his hand as if he were a mime and licked his lips. “Yes, it’s so beautiful. The air here is so rich in suffering and rage that each breath is euphoric. Attacking the children was a wise move, as now the humans of this city are close to rioting from fear for themselves and their loved ones and anger that this was allowed to happen. I don’t know which is more delectable, the flesh and blood of those children or the reaction it caused.”
“So can you do it?” Rimmon asked anxiously.
“If it can be done, then this is where it will happen. Something like this has never been accomplished, let alone tried in the human world. However, with my power at its maximum level and this city acting as the perfect breeding ground of malice and suffering, the only way the variables could be better aligned is if we were performing this on a cursed burial ground while torturing a few delicious humans,” he replied with an evil smile, wetting his shark-like teeth over and over with his forked tongue.
“Baltoh will undoubtedly sense your power during the ritual. I’ll keep him off your back while it happens, just make sure you don’t stop and you work as fast as possible.”
“I know, I know. I’m not some lowly Gargoyle that is less intelligent than these pitiful humans. Do what you need to do and I will do what I need to do.”
Regaining his smile, Abaddon crouched down and held out a tiny severed hand. “The blood of a child, for a little extra luck,” he chuckled, squeezing the remaining fluid out of the hand and forming a small red puddle on the ground.
“Demon Art: Horror Obelisk Summoning!” he called, slamming his clawed hand down on the puddle.

Baltoh’s head perked up as a dark sense of foreboding passed through his mind. “So, you finally make your move, huh?”
Spreading his wings, he leapt off the roof of the skyscraper and flew away, mentally tracking the source of the dark power levels he was sensing.

A howling wind blew through the street, forming a tornado around Rimmon and Abaddon and picking up all the trash in the street as well as the memorial pieces set on the sidewalk. The puddle of blood that Abaddon had set out was slowly expanding and growing brighter, turning into a fiery membrane about ten feet in diameter with the two Demons at the very edge. Black lightning crackled above the membrane and a large shadow could be seen underneath the burning glassy surface.
Rimmon quickly turned around as Baltoh landed a hundred feet away, sword in hand.
“Great, another one,” the hybrid muttered.
On the other end of the street, Michael and ten Angels appeared. The men and women were dressed in white monk robes and looked to be in their early thirties.
“Two and a half Demons, it’s my lucky day,” the Archangel said as his broadsword appeared in his hand. Rimmon began to laugh.
“I’m not sure if my luck just increased or decreased. Either way, this will prove to be an interesting fight.” He cackled, holding out his arms to his sides. A sickening sliding sound emanated from his wrists as two blades of black steel burst out of the backs of his hands, parallel with his arms and each protruding more than a foot past his fingertips.
“Well then, let’s get this melee started,” Baltoh said.
With a swing of his sword, he signaled the beginning of the fight and he and Michael both shot down the street towards Rimmon. Behind Michael, the two Angels were combining their power to summon a repairing barrier around the area. Normally it would encompass only about a hundred feet, but in this case, the illusionary dome had a radius of a full kilometer.
Baltoh reached Rimmon first, but the Demon blocked his attack with one of his blades and aimed his free hand at Michael. “Demon Art: Dark Pulse!”
A colossal focused beam of Demon energy erupted from the tip of the blade reaching past his hand, shaking the surrounding buildings as it flew with an ear-thumping hum. With a battle cry, Michael raised his sword and used it to cut through the blast. The defense brought him to a dead stop, but with his blade, he was able to split the beam and half and deflect them.
The buildings along the street were instantly obliterated by the scattering blast, but with the Angels working to maintain the barrier, they were instantly repaired. With Michael struggling to push through the blast, Rimmon turned to Baltoh just as the hybrid delivered a devastating kick to the Demon’s gut, knocking him through the air like a stone being skipped across water. He flew over the fiery membrane that Abaddon was crouched by and crashed through a building, bringing the structure crumbling down like a house of cards.
Before Baltoh could attack Abaddon and stop the ritual, Michael zoomed over to him and tried to deliver a lethal stab. Baltoh deflected the sword with one of his claws and was about to counter with a stab from his stinger-like tail, but the clash was interrupted as Rimmon unleashed his power in a devastating spell.
“Daemost Arsolt: Incinterandato Dilunious!” he roared, casting the Incinerating Flood but announcing it in Hellscript to increase its power.
Before Baltoh’s attack could connect, he and Michael were run over by a deluge of black flames, slamming into them with more power than a mudslide and sending them both crashing through a line of buildings. Thick clouds of dust and smoke billowed from the buildings that had been destroyed by the attack and were currently burning with the black flames.
With a powerful flap of his wings, Rimmon zoomed across the path of destruction and into the dust cloud, sensing Baltoh and Michael and stabbing at both of them with his blades. An invisible shockwave suddenly cleared the dust cloud, revealing Baltoh and Michael, blocking the Demon’s blades with their swords.
The moment of unity between the Archangel and hybrid was quickly broken as Baltoh turned and punched Michael in the jaw, sending him staggering back. He then wrapped his tail around Rimmon, gripping him with bone-crushing force, and pointed his finger at him. “Angel Art: Divinity Ray!”
The entire street was lit up as a wide but focused golden laser surged from the tip of his claw, consuming the Demon as the equal and opposite of the Dark Pulse spell. But just as the spell began, Baltoh’s attention was drawn to Michael. The Archangel jabbed forward with his sword, but Baltoh blocked the attack with his Demon wing. Sparks flickered off the surface of the steel-like membrane from the strike of the sword, leaving Baltoh unharmed.
Before the hybrid could retaliate, Michael placed his hand on his foe’s wing and shouted a spell. “Gastagen Nantsa: Ne Cortaxo Inor!” ‘Angel Art: Holy Thunder Roar!’
In a blinding flash, Baltoh was thrown into the air by an explosion on par with that of a stinger missile. Wrapped in smoke and disoriented, Baltoh slammed into the corner of the building next door, breaking through it as if it were made of Styrofoam as he was tossed into the sky. Before Michael could deliver another attack, Rimmon opened up his protective wing cocoon and lashed out, delivering a slash across Michael’s chest and sending a splatter of blood across the wreckage of the buildings around them.
“Angel Art: Divine Smite!” Baltoh roared, swooping straight down and plunging his sword into the ground between the Archangel and Demon.
In a split second, the entire city block was riddled with bright glowing cracks before suddenly being thrown upwards in a golden explosion, so powerful that it shook the city of New York and formed a mushroom cloud. At the edge of the explosion, Abaddon struggled to keep his focus on the summoning ritual while the ten Angels that Michael had brought were gasping in air and drenched in sweat from trying to keep the barrier from shattering under the combined power of the three fighters.

Selene stared at the glowing feather sowed onto the front of her purse, knowing that it signaled Baltoh’s rising power levels. Whatever was going on, he was fighting and he was fighting hard. Every fiber of her being wanted to go find him, but she knew that she could never forgive herself if she got in his way again and cost him a fight. She just had to wait and have faith. At least now her mind was taken off Molly.

“Gastagan Nantsa: Conselha Natea!” ‘Angel Art: Circle Edge/Halo Discus!’ Michael called as he raised his hand.
Looping his finger around his halo, he pulled his arm down with a dozen copies of the ring of golden light, all intertwined with a lightning-like cord. With a roar, he swung his arm and sent the halos flying towards Baltoh and Rimmon with the lightning thread no longer binding them. Spinning like tops, the rings of light swooped down across the sky like falcons towards the Demon and hybrid.
“Daemost Arsolt: Ferroust Flagellox!” ‘Demon Art: Iron Whip!’ Rimmon called.
Stretching like rubber, his tail extended to several times its own length and gained a metallic durability while retaining its flexibility. Swinging his tail wildly, Rimmon deflected the halos, sending them down into the city. The rings of light sliced through everything they touched, leaving laser-cut holes in buildings and even downing a few street posts.
The fight had now moved, and the hybrid, Archangel, and Demon were now battling around the Chrysler Building. The Angels that Michael had brought with him had been forced to move the barrier to keep the battle from destroying the city, and had even called in reinforcements to protect, heal, evacuate, and remove the memories of people in the battlefield and repair the damage. Already, the Angels had removed half of the people in the area, and none of them would remember a thing. Not in a hundred years had so many Angels been called from Heaven to suppress such a high level of destruction.
Before Michael could launch another attack, Baltoh pounced on him from above with a downward cleave of his sword. With his superior power, Baltoh pushed Michael right out of the sky, sending him plummeting towards the ground with the edges of their swords screaming from the friction. Keeping Michael down with one hand, Baltoh looked back at Rimmon and pointed his finger at him. “Angel Art: Blessed Lightning!”
A deep crack boxed everyone’s ears as a channeled bolt of golden energy was launched from his finger, surging towards Rimmon erratically while maintaining a straight direction. It was not true electric lightning, but it had similar speed and power.
“Daemost Arsolt: Cipparche Sputus!” ‘Demon Art: Tombstone Shield!’ Rimmon cackled as he clapped his hands together.
A bright flash of black light flared before him as a table-sized tombstone materialized, covered in engravings of skulls and Hellscript symbols. The bolt of lightning struck the tombstone like a javelin and instantly shattered it. But unlike the Divinity Ray, its penetrability came at the cost of its timing, and before the bolt of lightning could strike Rimmon, it was ended. Baltoh looked back down at Michael, still with their swords locked, and cursed when the Archangel spread his wings.
“Angel Art: Enlightenment Flash!”
In a blinding display of radiance, every feather on Michael’s wings lit up like a miniature star, shining so brightly that anyone who looked at it would be temporarily blinded. Knowing what was going to happen, Baltoh wrapped himself in his wings, shielding his eyes and protecting himself from Michael’s expected stab. Just like before, the blade bounced off the surface of his wings with little more than a transient shower of sparks.
Baltoh opened his wings once the light faded and grabbed Michael by the throat. With how far they had fallen, Michael had no time to react before Baltoh slammed him down into the middle of the now empty street. In a jarring pulse equal to that of an earthquake, the street opened up like a blossoming flower into a deep crater and every window in the area was reduced to glass powder, filling the air like dust. Michael’s eyes rolled back into his head and he lost consciousness from the pain of the impact, but such a blow would only knock him out for a very brief time.
Baltoh raised his eyes as Rimmon swooped down with his blades held out, desperate to make a lethal strike. Without any effort, he swung his sword and knocked the blades aside the instant the Demon came in his range, then in a single fluid motion, he jumped into the air and delivered a powerful kick to the Demon’s jaw, sending him skipping across the street with a small crater forming every time he touched the ground.
Moving so fast that he was practically invisible, Baltoh caught up with the skidding Demon and grabbed him by the face, slamming him down into the pavement and dragging him along while carving a trench in the street like a plow through a field. Ignoring the pain of being used as a garden hoe, Rimmon reached up and tried to stab Baltoh, but the superior entity tilted his head to the side and dodged the attack. Not done, Rimmon reached around and tried to stab Baltoh with his tail like a scorpion.
Baltoh was forced to let go of the Demon and retreat to avoid the attack, letting Rimmon finally come to a stop a hundred meters away. On instinct, Baltoh turned around and caught the sword of Michael, stopping the Archangel’s slash with his bare hand. Like the rope of a noose instantly becoming taut, Baltoh’s tail snapped around Michael’s ankle, and with supernatural strength, he flung the Archangel towards the side. Michael crashed into the front of the Chrysler Building and drilled a hole straight through it with his body before finally bursting out near the top of the back of the tower. Regaining balance in the air, Michael pointed his wings down at Baltoh through the hole blasted through the building.
“Gastagen Nantas: Vparah Nal!” ‘Angel Art: Wing Arrows!’ he shouted in frustration.
Like a pair of rapid-fire shotguns full of birdshot, his wings began launching hundreds of feathers each second, with each one glowing with a white aura and packing more power than a .50 armor-piercing slug. With a calm expression on his face, Baltoh began swinging his sword with impossible speed, moving his arm so fast that his movements were invisible, even to the nearby Rimmon. A wide deluge of sparks flashed in front of Baltoh as he deflected every single feather that would have struck him. The rest of the arrows peppered the ground around and behind him, pocking the pavement and soil with head-sized craters and kicking up clouds of dust and smoke.
Getting to his feet, Rimmon raised his hand and bellowed at the top of his lungs, “Demon Art: Monster Slash!”
Bringing down his hand diagonally like the blade of a guillotine, Rimmon launched five blades of energy from his claws, razor thin and faster than lightning. In a single moment, five lines appeared on everything within the two-dimensional plane of his slash. Cut by the Demon’s attack, everything began to fall apart, including the Chrysler building. As if cut by a giant laser, the entire top-third of the building slid cleanly off the diagonal cut mark, with Baltoh right in its path.
Sensing the perfect opportunity, Michael quickly cast a spell. “Angel Art: Crusading Canter!”
Moving so fast that he was invisible, Michael flew down to the street at super speed, seemingly teleporting down to the ground, a hundred meters from Baltoh with Rimmon on the other end. The Demon and Archangel both pointed their index fingers at Baltoh, and with top of the Chrysler Building dropping towards him with the tip of the tower careening straight towards his position, they shouted their spells.
“Demon Art: Dark Pulse!” Rimmon snarled, launching a horizontal geyser of condensed shadow energy.
“Angel Art: Divinity Ray!” Michael roared, launching a horizontal geyser of condensed holy energy.
Even with the two beams zooming towards him and the tip of the Chrysler Building tower plummeting towards his head like a spear from God, Baltoh was completely calm. “Tch, please,” he scoffed.
Balling his hands into fists, Baltoh held his arms out to his sides and released an animalistic bellow that was louder than a jet engine. Carried by his voice, an expanding bubble of white and black power rushed from every inch of his body, annihilating everything it touched like the first microseconds of a nuclear explosion. Both blasts splashed off the rapidly growing dome like water on rock, while the Chrysler Building was instantly vaporized upon contact with the surface, as well as every building in the surrounding area.
Michael was forced to flee for his life as the bubble-explosion continued to grow, reaching a mile in radius alone before finally bursting into a mushroom cloud. Rimmon wasn’t as lucky and the explosion slammed into him like a flaming avalanche, peeling away his flesh and consuming him.
The Angels manning the repairing and illusionary barrier were brought to their knees trying to keep the explosion contained and unnoticed to the outside world, but even they couldn’t cover up the shockwave it released. Wind flooded the entire city of New York with unparalleled strength, shattering thousands of windows, knocking people off their feet and nearly sending them flying, ripping power lines to shreds, setting off every car alarm, and causing buildings throughout the city to shake violently and even tilt.
Baltoh hovered in the air with a mile-deep crater sitting beneath him as if by a meteor and the clouds above parted as if a nuclear bomb had been set off in the atmosphere. Already, the hundreds of Angels that had arrived to the city, as well as hundreds more arriving from Heaven at that very moment, were using their powers to recreate the area as it had been before the fight, basically turning back time so that no one would ever know.
With inhuman speed, they put back all of the evacuated people in the exact same positions that they had been in before, each one unconscious and unharmed, removed any memories of the scene, and woke them up, leaving no one to suspect a thing.
Baltoh cricked his neck from side to side. “Finally got one. It’s hard staying focused in this human world.”
As the words were spoken, a familiar sense of dread shot through his mind like an electric current. He looked to the east, sensing Abaddon’s power, as well as the power of something else, something just as dark and malevolent.
“But my mission is not complete,” he cursed before spreading his wings and flying east towards the source of the ominous presence.

Abaddon cursed as he sensed Baltoh’s unfathomable power snuff out Rimmon’s existence, killing him or at least wounding him so badly that he was now on death’s door. “Damn it, that cocky bastard went and got himself killed, and with Baltoh and the Angels still around, I’ll really need to work to get some reinforcements.”
He then smiled and licked his razor teeth as the glassy puddle before him shattered like a window, letting the flames of Hell burn without suppression. “It worked, summoning really can be performed in the world of the living. This Horror Obelisk shall beckon the end of the world.”
From the semi permeable portal to hell, a dark object rose up in the street like the hand of a zombie bursting up from the grassy soil of its grave. The object was a tower, ten feet in diameter and forty feet in height, made of chalky obsidian and covered in blood-red symbols. The base of the tower was adorned with carvings of human skulls, set up row by row, with a basket-style woven layer of different bones and limbs. Near the top, a large snarling Gargoyle face was carved in each side, all with the exact same expression. The top of the tower consisted of five long talons, all converging on one point, above the very center of the obelisk.
An undeniable chanting sound began to emanate from the obelisk, with multiple deep voices murmuring curses in Hellscript. The obelisk began to shimmer with a dark-violet glow and the chanting grew in volume. Above the city, dark storm clouds formed and stirred, blocking out the sun with the inky vapors. Throughout the city, everything began to shimmer in appearance, with their colors and shapes and seemingly bending and stretching ever so slightly, as if the existence of the obelisk was sending ripples through reality itself. While the people of New York did not see the affects of this ominous oppression, people throughout the city began to feel sick to their stomachs and lightheaded, as the dark malevolence of the artifact poisoned their minds like a toxic miasma.
“Even if Baltoh destroys this obelisk, it does not matter, the fact that it can exist in this world is all that I need. Soon our plans will come to fruition, and the end of days will be at hand,” he said with a dark laugh before becoming intangible and sinking into the ground.

Baltoh stood before the obelisk with his teeth bared and his hands balled into fists so tightly that blood trickled from his cut palms. Even though he was half-Archangel, the affect of obelisks was nearly overpowering to his Demon side, making it difficult to suppress his violent urges. He despised these artifacts for their unnaturally powerful influence, not to mention he found their mindless evil highly disturbing.
“How the hell was one of these summoned to the world of the living? Only Archangels should have to ability to use their spells in different realms.”
“Baltoh,” a soft voice gasped. The hybrid turned around, spotting Selene.
She was leaning against a lamppost, gasping for air with cold sweat running down her paling face.
“Selene!” Baltoh called, running over to her and catching her before she fell to her knees.
“Sorry, I didn’t want to get in your way again. It took everything I had to wait until you were done fighting before I finally came to find you, I wanted to make sure you weren’t hurt or anything. I guess I shouldn’t have come at all,” she said with her voice weak and her eyes closed.
Being so close to the obelisk was taking a heavy toll on her body, so much so that she could barely stay on her feet. Baltoh gained one of his rare smiles. “No, it’s ok. You couldn’t have known. I appreciate the care,” he said, crouching down with Selene in his arms. After brushing aside a lock of her hair, he held his clawed hand over her face. “Angel Art: Laying On Of Hands. Angel Art: Blessed Protection.”
As if liquid light were running through her veins, Selene’s body began to glow as the first spell repaired the affects of the obelisk’s metaphysical miasma and the second spell wrapped her in a thin layer of holy energy, protecting her from any further affects. Selene’s eyes opened and she took a deep shuddering breath.
“There, you should be fine now and you won’t be affected by the obelisk,” he said, helping her back to her feet.
“What is that thing?” Selene asked as she rubbed the side of her head, trying to remove the last traces of grogginess.
Baltoh looked back at the obelisk and growled like a dog sensing a stranger at the door. “It is an artifact of the darkest order, summoned straight from Hell.”
Selene’s breathing became quick and shallow as she listened to Baltoh and stared at the ominous tower.
“What is it for?”
Before answering, Baltoh walked towards the obelisk, and ignoring her fear, Selene followed him. “Demons will occasionally use these in battle, as it provides a considerable strength boost, not to mention it energizes the evil intentions of all the spirits around it. Often when they are used, it is to dredge up the strength of an army of Gargoyles and set them loose upon me, or strengthen the black hearts of the truly evil human residents of Hell to help them join together to form a Demon-level creature without ever crumbling into ash. I’ve never heard of something like this being summoned in the human world, but just being here could drive the people of this city so wild with rage and malice that they could rip New York apart like a pack of rabid wolves.”
All her life, Selene had craved challenges, craved the feeling of fear at trying something new and exciting; bungee jumping, sky-diving, mountain climbing, that sort of thing. But being so close to this cursed tower, the fear that she was experiencing was darker and colder than her wildest imagination, and even while protected by Baltoh’s spell, she felt like at any second, something terrible was about to happen, or that the obelisk was alive and staring straight at her, like a serial killer before he makes his move. This crippling sense of dread and terror sent shivers up her spine and made her feel like she was sinking into quicksand. Seeking relief, she reached out and grasped Baltoh’s hand, clutching it tightly. The contact brushed aside the influence of the obelisk for both of them, and even Baltoh had to admit that holding Selene’s hand filled him with ease.
“Can you destroy it?”
“I can, but it is difficult and more often just breaks. Even if I reduce it to dust, it will still have heavily negative affects, just like radioactive waste. I can blast it with pure holy energy and try to obliterate it, but there will always be remains. No, there is a simpler and better way…”
Snapping his fingers, Baltoh opened up a portal to Hell right beneath the tower. Instantly, the obelisk fell through the portal as if it had been set on a frozen lake and the ice had broken under its weight. With another snap of his fingers, he closed his fingers, sealing the cursed artifact in the fiery depths.
“Unlike Demons and Gargoyles, Angels and Archangels have the ability to enter and leave the three realms at any time, even Hell.”
“Do you have any idea why they brought that thing?” she asked, glad that it was now gone.
“No, it just doesn’t make sense. If they wanted to use it to increase their power when they fought me, then that other Demon wouldn’t have allowed the battle to move so far away, and if they had some other reason for it, such as to strengthen their Gargoyles or cause more havoc in this city, then I don’t understand why they would just abandon it or not hide it in a place where I might not be able to sense their activities. They knew I would find it, why would they go through all that effort to summon it if I would just get rid of it? It’s like they summoned that obelisk for no reason other than the act itself.”
“Well maybe it was just practice. Is there anything else they can summon?”
“There are different kinds of artifacts, but I don’t know what they would achieve. After all, I—”
He was cut off as a quick glint of light caught the corner of his eye. Turning around, Baltoh saw Rimmon’s tail flying towards them like a harpoon, extending in length as it moved. But it wasn’t aimed for Baltoh; it was aimed for Selene. Realizing the Demon’s target, Baltoh gave a furious roar and got in the way, catching Rimmon’s barbed tail before it could strike Selene. Growling like an animal, Baltoh glared at Rimmon, who was standing in an alley after having just barely survived the blast that ended the battle. Almost every inch of outer flesh had been burned off his body, leaving only singed bare muscle and cauterized veins, not to mention that his wings had been almost completely destroyed.
“You dare harm her? You dare attack this woman?! You will repent for your Demon sins, and you will suffer the most painful death that your wretched kind can experience! Angel Art: Final Crucifixion!”
Rimmon raised his hand, about to sever his own tail so that he could escape, but before the act could be performed, a large white crucifix burst out of the ground behind him, measuring twenty feet in height and eight feet wide at the crossbeam. Rimmon released a roar of terror as whips with pieces of jagged metal braided into the strands wrapped around his limbs and torso and slammed him against the cross, tearing through countless muscles in his skinless body. Unable to move, Rimmon could do little more than howl as a three large nails materialized, the first two driving through his palms and the third piercing his ankles and securing them to the side of the main beam. The final restraint came in the form of a crown of thorns, which acted like a shackle around the Demon’s head, tying him to the vertical beam of the cross with blood running down his face. At least, a spear blade appeared before him and was plunged into the Demon’s chest, piercing his black heart.
“Angel Art: Holy Burn!” Baltoh called, clapping his hands together.
In roaring flash, a bonfire of golden flames flared up at the base of the cross, reaching up and curling around the suffering Demon. Already bleeding to death with a ruptured heart and no skin to cover his lacerated muscles, Rimmon gave one last howl of agony as the holy inferno ate away at his body, burning his flesh as if he had been coated in thermite. In less than half a minute, Rimmon was reduced to nothing but ash, and the crucifixion setup all disappeared. Baltoh was breathing heavily as his hatred finally left his body like blood from a fatal injury, and Selene was staring at him with wide eyes.
“Are you always so furious when you slay your opponents?” she asked softly.
“No, I’m usually much more calm and collected. I don’t know what happened.”
“Are you sure it wasn’t because of me?”
Baltoh turned to her and instantly shivered as Selene placed her soft hand on his cheek. The gentle touch and tender care that Baltoh could feel flowing into him from her hand calmed his body and removed the last traces of strain from battle. But while this sweet touch sent waves of bliss through his body, Baltoh felt a pool of fear and nervousness forming in his heart.
“I have to go. I have to find Abaddon and figure out what he’s planning before it’s too late.”
He stepped away and broke the connection between them. Selene watched with sadness in her eyes as he flapped his wings and flew away, fleeing from her and his own emotions.

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Mark and Mary find their doctor and buy some property, meanwhile Lilith plots against them.

The Devil’s Pact
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2013

Chapter Seventeen: Doctors and Realtors

Mary was looking quite fetching in her black, short skirt and blue blouse as we walked out of the house, through the ruined front door. Fucking FBI. Bad enough they had to raid my house, did they have to smash down the door? Desiree was tracking down a contractor that could get the door replaced today while I ordered five of the sluts to go get their pussy’s waxed at the Heavenly Creature’s Salon. Violet, Fiona, Karen, Chasity, and Thamina all needed bare cunts. They could have landing strips or whatever designs they wanted on their pubic mounds, but their pussy lips had to be smooth as a young girl.

I didn’t have time to eat the breakfast Desiree made because we were running late for Mary’s OB/GYN appointment. It was my fault. I spent too much time fucking first Allison, then Fiona in the shower, and finally Mary when she had come upstairs to yell at me for taking too long. Mary was a horny gal and couldn’t resist my advances. I left Mary’s pussy full of my cum, a nice surprise for the Doctor. So, I just grabbed a bagel and spread some cream cheese on it and ate it on the way to my Mustang.

I sped the moment we were out on surface streets. “You want to see a movie on Saturday, have dinner?”

Mary smiled slyly at me. “Are you asking me out on a date?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Just me and you.”

“Sure,” Mary answered. “A date night. What did you want to see?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” I answered, casually.

“I bet you want to see Man of Steel? Doesn’t it open tomorrow?”

“Yeah, sure,” I said, trying play it cool. I was really looking forward to seeing it.

“All right, we’ll see it,” Mary said. “But I’ll get to choose the movie next week.”

“Deal,” I said, and reached out and squeezed her hand. I moved her hand over to my crotch. “I’d love it if you would suck my cock, Mare.”

“It’s not safe, Mark,” Mary objected. “Besides, haven’t you got enough sex?”

“There’s no such thing as enough sex,” I retorted, rubbing her hand across the bulge in my pants.

Mary snorted in laughter. “Not with you, anyways.”

“C’mon Mare,” I wheedled. I stopped at the light and bent over and kissed her lips. “Your mouth feels so nice on my cock.” I kissed her again, her lips parting for my tongue. “You’re just so beautiful. My cock aches whenever I’m around you.” I reached over and gently groped her breast through her blouse, feeling her nipple harden beneath my hand.

“Fine,” Mary sighed, her hand squeezing my crotch. “But this is the last time.”

My zipper rasped down and Mary slid her warm hand in and pulled my cock out, stroking it a few times before her wet mouth sucked my cock greedily. Her lips slid up and down on my dick as her tongue swirled around my sensitive head. A car honked behind me and I realized the light was green and I started driving. Fuck, Mary’s mouth felt good on my cock.

My phone rang. The Mustang’s radio was blue toothed enabled and the rings echoed through the car speakers. I hit call and my mom’s voice echoed through the car’s speaker. “Hi, Mark,” she greeted, warmly.

“Hey mom,” I answered. Mary’s mouth sucked harder at my cock.

“Are you doing okay, sweetie?”

“Yeah, mom, things are going great.” My fiancee is sucking on my cock, what could be better.

“Well, I don’t know how to say this, but …” she cleared her throat. “Are you in trouble?”

“No, why would you think that?”

“I’m not supposed to say anything, but the FBI came around yesterday.” A hint of fear entered her voice. “They said you robbed a bank and … did other things.”

“It’s a misunderstanding, mom,” I told her. “I just look like the guy. Just watch KIRO 7 news, okay. The FBI raided my house but they realized I was the wrong person.”

God, this was so exciting. Mary’s mouth was bobbing up and down on my cock, sucking hard. Her tongue played with my shaft, with my head. Her teeth would brush pleasantly against my cock. And my mom’s voice, I never realized how sexy she sounded, a smokey, bedroom voice that could get any man hard. She was wasted on my pig of father.

“Well, I’m so relieved,” my mom sighed and I gritted my teeth and came hard down Mary’s mouth. Mary greedily sucked my cum down. “Are you okay, I thought I heard something.”

“Yeah, mom, I’m fine,” I answered. “Just had to release some built up pressure. Anyways, I want to introduce you to my fiancee.”

Mary was sitting up in the seat, wiping a bit of cum off her lips. “Hi, I’m Mary.”

“You’re fiancee?” mom asked. “That’s so exciting, I didn’t even know you were dating anyone, sweetie.”

“We haven’t been dating long,” I told her. “But, we really fell in love and we’re getting married in a month.”

“Wow, sure you’re not rushing things, sweetie?”

“We’re very happy, Mrs. Glassner,” Mary gushed. “Your son is the best man in the world. He just fills me up with his love.” Mary had a wicked smile on her lips.

“How sweet,” my mom purred. Was that a husky tone entering her voice. She sounded even sexier. “And call me Sandy. I’m sure we’re going to get along just fine. I can’t wait to meet you.”

“How about Sunday,” I suggested. “You can come over to our house for dinner.”

“House?” my mom asked.

“Yeah, I, eh, won a poker tournament at the Emerald Queen last month,” I lied. “I didn’t want anyone to know about it, yet, until I had my fiancees all in order.”

“Wow,” mom said. “That’s pretty amazing, Mark. Well, I can’t wait to meet your lovely fiancee. I bet she’s just gorgons.” I thought I heard a zipper rasp and then my mom sighed. “Mary, tell me all about yourself.” There was a wet, squishy noise and another sigh from my mom. “I want to get to know you so well.” My mom gave a throaty, lusty laugh and another sigh.

Christ, was my mom masturbating. Mary’s wish to have any woman desire her was working over the phone. And then it hit me. That’s how I could sleep with my mom. Mary could get her to do anything sexual that she wanted. I smiled, my cock growing hard. On Sunday, I was going to fuck my mom thanks to my fiancee.

Mary glanced at me and mouthed, “Is your mom masturbating?” I nodded.

“Well, Sandy, I’m a very attractive woman,” Mary purred, clearly excited that my mom was masturbating to her. Mary’s hand slipped down and started rubbing her pussy, her fingers sliding into her wet cunt with a wet, squelchy noise. “I have long, auburn hair, emerald eyes, and a heart-shaped face covered in freckles.”

“Umm, Mark’s always liked red-heads,” my mom cooed. “Uhh, what’s your bust size?”

“32B, covered in freckles” Mary purred. “They’re firm and perky. And I have a great ass. Your son really loves it.”

“Oh, yes, I bet he does!” There was a stifled moan and heavy breathing.

“I’m an art student at De Vry,” Mary continued. She was rubbing one of her perky tits, now, playing with the hard nipple through her dress. “I love to paint.”

“Maybe I could pose for you,” my mom panted. “I’ve always wanted to be … ohh … painted.”

“Mmhh, I bet I would love to paint you,” Mary purred. “I’m looking for a model for a nude painting, for class.”
“Oh, I could do that … umm …. for you, sweetie,” Mom husked. “To help you … ohhh … out.”
“Uhh, it would be just the two of use!” Mary cooed, her fingers were moving rapidly in and out of her cunt and the heel of her hand ground on her clit. “I can’t wait for you to cum over.”
“Yes, yes, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum … over!” There was an intake of breath and a muffled cry. Mary gasped, bit her lip and shuddered, orgasming with my mom. “Well, I can’t wait to see you, honey,” cooed my mom. “I’ll convince your dad to come. Love you, sweetie. And your fiancee.”

“Love you, too, mom,” I answered and my mom hung up. My cock was hard. “Fuck, that was hot.”

“Yeah,” Mary breathed, a contend smile on her face. “I guess my power works over the phone.”

“Your power is how I’m going to sleep with my mom,” I told Mary.

“Of course,” she said, eyes widening in realization. “Wow, why didn’t I think about that.” She smiled at me. “You let me take care of it. I’ll get your mom so hot and bothered she’ll be begging for your cock.”

An image of my mom kneeling before me, lust shining in her hazel eyes, as she begged for my cock. Fuck, I couldn’t wait. My cock was painfully hard, still sticking out of my pants. I looked over at Mary and said, “My cock’s begging for your mouth right now.”

Mary smiled. “Fine, one last time,” and she bent over and it wasn’t long before I filled her mouth with another load of cum.

“Thanks, Mare.”

“Oh, it was no problem, hun,” Mary answered. She flipped down the passenger visor and looked in the mirror, wiping cum off her lips and checking her lipstick. “Mark, I think I have a great idea.”

“Shoot,” I said, interested.

“Well, I think we should have our doctor open a clinic in South Hill,” Mary explained. “A free OB/GYN clinic. She could find girls for us for the brothel and we could have fun raisers to support it. Fancy parties with powerful people. Politicians and the rich.”

“I bet there’s plenty of medical space for sale,” Mark agreed. “It’s a good idea.” I squeezed her hand. “Let’s do it.” Mary smiled at me and squeezed my hand back.

“Have you thought about what you want, Mark,” Mary asked. “With your powers.”

“I just want to have fun with you,” I answered.

“You could accomplish so much,” Mary whispered in my ear. “You could be so powerful.”

“What are you thinking of?” I asked her.

“You could change laws, shape this town, this state, hell even this country into what ever you want,” Mary breathed huskily. “Wouldn’t that be something. You could be President Glassner.”

“Wow,” I whispered. “President. I just wanted to use my powers to fuck pretty women.”

“Isn’t that why men get into politics?” Mary asked with a wicked giggle. “And it can all start with our charity.”

I smile crossed my lips. “President Glassner,” I said. “And you’d make a radiant First Lady.”

The thought of me being president made Mary so randy she gave me a third blowjob without having to be asked, and fingered herself to two more orgasms before we reached our destination, the Group Health clinic Dr. WolfTail worked at. The clinic was next to Tacoma General Hospital on MLK Way. And finding a place to park was a nightmare.

Finally, I found a place two blocks away and Mary and I hurried to get to the clinic. It was a large building hosing dozens of different specialty clinics. We rode the elevator up to the third floor and I remembered the last time we rode an elevator. I made Violet my elevator bitch and popped her cherry while she begged for my dick. I barely got to second base with Mary when the elevator reached the third floor.

The clinic was right next to the elevators and we entered the waiting room. It was a typical doctor’s office, a few chairs, a collection of magazines for women, and a frumpy looking receptionist with a huge, bulbous nose. Mary had to fill out a ton of paperwork since it was her first time. She giggled when she got to the sexual history portioned.

“There’s not enough room,” she quipped and I laughed and kissed her.

“Mary Sullivan,” a male nurse called a few minutes later. That was disappointing, I was hoping for a cute nurse to go along with the cute doctor.

The male nurse led us back to the examine room. He glanced questioningly at me. “He’s my fiancee,” Mary explained. “Okay,” the nurse said with a shake of his head.

“We share everything,” Mary explained.

“Of course you do,” the nurse said flatly. He clearly wasn’t used to women bringing their partners into the gynecologist.

The nurse had Mary disrobe and get in a medical gown and left the room to give her some privacy. Mary’s panties were sticky with a mix our cum when she pulled them off. The nurse returned a few minutes later, knocking first, then he took her vitals. When he finished writing on her chart he went to leave.

I stopped him, grabbing his arm. “No interrupting us once the doctor gets in here, okay.”

“Sure,” he said.

We waited a few minutes then there was a knock on the door and a cinnamon-skinned, Native American woman walked in. She wore a conservative, gray blouse and black skirt underneath a white, doctor’s coat. Embroidered in blue thread was, “Dr. Willow WolfTail, OB/GYN.” Her face was round and her lips were small, very red, and very kissable. Her hair was long, straight and a deep black. She was a young woman, late twenties, probably fresh from medical school. A wedding ring glinted on her left hand.

“Hi, I’m Doctor Willow,” she greeted friendly.

“I’m Mark and this is Mary, my fiancee,” I said. She barely looked at me her eyes devouring Mary. A flush darkened Willow’s face and her tongue moistened her suddenly dry lips.

“Pleased to meet you,” Willow said, shaking Mary’s hand, her fingers gently stroking her. “You are so beautiful.”

“Oh, thank you,” Mary said.

“Why don’t you get your legs up in the stirrups and we’ll take a look downstairs.”

“Sure, Dr. Willow.” Mary placed her legs on the stirrups. From where I was sitting I had a good view up Mary’s gown and her cum stained, waxed pussy. The doctor was grabbing a pair of latex gloves and Mary said. “Oh, I think I would be more happy without the gloves. I don’t like the feel of latex in my pussy.”

“Oh, uh, that really isn’t sanitary,” Dr. Willow objected. Mary smiled seductively at the doctor. The doctor’s eyes shined with desire and she licked her lips. “Fine, just for you.”

“Thanks,” Mary cooed, “you won’t regret it.”

The doctor pulled out a pen light and sat on her rolling stool and slid over to Mary. “Okay, let’s have a peak.” She lifted up the skirt and blinked in surprise. “Is that … semen?”

“Yes,” purred Mary. “Don’t be shy.”

“Well, it looks like you’ve recently had intercourse, I assume with your fiancee?”

“Amongst others,” Mary giggled. “Mostly women, but sometime another man.”

“I see, and you clearly don’t use protection with your fiancee. Do you use protection with your other partners?”

“No.”

“Aren’t you afraid of STDs?” Dr. Willow asked, grabbing the speculum. Mary gasped as the cold, metal object slid inside her and spread her pussy lips open. Dr. Willow was shining her light inside and I could see inside her cunt, all the way to her cervix.

“Uhh, no,” Mary said, blinking in surprise. “I guess I hadn’t really given it a lot of thought.”

“Well, you should,” Dr. Willow instructed as she shined her light around, examining the vaginal walls. “Are you on the pill or use any other form of birth control.”

“The pill,” Mary answered.

“Well, you look healthy. Now, I’m going to perform a bimanuel examination,” Dr. Willow said. “I’m going to slid two fingers inside you and press on the outside of your groin to check for any problems with your uterus, cervix, and ovaries.”

“Okay.” Mary smile widened as the doctor slid two of her fingers inside her. “Your fingers feel real nice. Doesn’t it feel better bare?”

“Yeah,” the doctor answered, uncomfortable. “Everything’s feeling all right.”

“Have you ever given a woman an orgasm during an exam?” Mary asked, eagerly.

“No,” she answered.

“If you keep moving your fingers inside me, you will.” There was an eager smile on Mary’s lips.

The doctor’s face flushed even dark and she slowly started to move her fingers in and out of Mary’s cunt. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Dr. Willow whispered. “You’re just so enchanting. Your vagina’s a beautiful flower. Your clitoris look so hard, your labia are like silk on my finger.”

Mary writhed in pleasure as the doctor’s thumb started to gently rub her clitoris in slow circles. “Oh, doctor, that feels so good.” Mary massaged her breast through her hospital gown. “Your finger feel so amazing up my twat.”

My cock was hard in my pants, so I slipped them off. Mary’s eyes fixed on my hard cock and she licked her lips and made a jerking motion with her hand. I spat on my palm and started stroking my cock. I hadn’t jerked off in a week, but it was like riding a bike, you never forget. Mary’s eyes were glued to my cock and I was glued to Dr. Willow fingering her cunt.

“I can feel your arousal in the vaginal canal,” the doctor murmured. Her free hand had slipped down and was rubbing her thighs, slowly disappearing up her skirt and moving ever closer to her hungry cunt.

“Oh, doctor, you’re going to make me cum!” Mary panted.

“Yes, oh yes, come for me,” Dr. Willow moaned. Her finger had reached her pussy and was rubbing beneath her skirt. My hand was stroking my cock faster, squeezing my sensitive head.

Mary shuddered and moaned loudly, “Oh, fuck, I’m cumming! Oh yes, yes, yes!”

I grunted, feverishly stroking my cock, so close to cumming. And then there was the sweet release that flowed through my body as white cum shot out and splattered in the doctor’s long hair on the back of her doctor’s jacket.

“What the fuck!” Dr. Willow snarled in fury, turning to face me and caught a blast of cum right in the face. She started dumbfounded at me as cum dripped down her cheek.

“He got you good, didn’t he?” Mary giggled. “Come here and give me a kiss.”

Still looking angry, the doctor stood up and Mary grabbed her hair and pulled her down and the two ladies kissed. Then Mary licked up my cum and shoveled it into Dr. Willow’s mouth. Their tongues wrestled, stained white with spunk, and I felt my cock start to rise.

“Let’s see you naked, Dr. Willow,” I told her.

“Sure, Mark,” she replied, her anger drowned out by lust. Her lab coat fell to the floor and she started unbuttoning her blouse. Mary pulled the hospital gown over her head, exposing her freckled breasts and hard nipples. I pulled off my shirt and kicked off my shoes. Dr. Willow’s bra was pale blue and cupped her nice sized breasts. Mary reached out and unclasped the bra as the doctor was unzipping her skirt. Her C cup breasts spilled out, cinnamon and topped by the smallest, cutest nipples. Her skirt off, Dr. Willow peeled down her pantyhose and white panties exposing a black, wiry bush of hair damp with arousal.

“She’s the one, Mark,” Mary said, excitedly, stroking Dr. Willow’s full breast. She bent down and sucked a tiny nipple into her lips and slid her hand down to start fingering the doctor’s furred muff.

“Dr. Willow, you’re going to be our sex slave from now on,” I told her. “You’ll do every nasty, perverted thing we tell you with a smile on your face. For now, you’re going to continue working here at the clinic until we get your new clinic open.”

“My new clinic, Mark?” she asked, then gasped in pain as Mary bit her nipple.

“That’s Master, slut,” Mary scolded. “And I’m your Mistress.”

“Sorry, Mistress,” Willow blushed.

“You’re going to run our free OB/GYN clinic for young girls and women,” Mary answered. “To find us beautiful women to work in our Brothel. And, of course, to keep our whores and slaves healthy.”

“Of course, Mistress, I would be honored.”

“When you are working you will act like your professional self,” I told her. “You’re married?”

“Yes, to Yancy,” she answered.

“Not anymore,” I told her and grabbed her left hand and pulled of her wedding ring and threw it in the trash. “You don’t love your husband anymore, just Mary, me, and all your new slut sisters.”

“He wasn’t that good in bed, anyways,” she said with a shrug.

“Where’s your phone?” Mary asked. Willow pulled out a cell phone from her discarded coat and handed it to Mary. “Start eating my cunt, slut,” Mary ordered, scrolling through the phone and hit call.

Willow dove into her Mary’s cunt as she lay on the bed, her legs back up in the stirrups. Willow was bent over, her cinnamon ass pointed invitingly at me. I lined up behind her and slid my cock into her black-furred pussy, savoring her wet, tightness as I pumped my cock in and out of her. Willow moaned wordlessly into Mary’s cunt as I fucked her.

“Hey pussywillow,” a male voice said over Willow’s phone. Mary had put the phone on speaker. “What’s going on.”

“Yancy, my name is Mary Sullivan,” Mary purred on the phone, a naughty smile on her face. “I just wanted you to know your slutty wife is eating my pussy as my fiancee, Mark, fucks her tight snatch with his big cock!”

“What!” Yancy gasped. “Who the fuck is this! This isn’t funny! I’m going to call the cops!”

“No you don’t, Yancy,” I ordered. “You’re going to listen while your wife makes us cum. Right, slut?” I smacked Willow’s ass hard.

“Ohh, Yancy,” Willow moaned wantonly. “I’m sorry, but I don’t love you anymore. I love Mark and his big cock that’s plunging into my cunt and I love Mary and her beautiful pussy that taste so heavenly.”

“What’s wrong with you?” Yancy moaned. “I don’t understand?”

“You’re wife’s found better lovers,” Mary moaned. “And let me tell you, she is one skilled pussy eater.” Mary moved the phone closer so the speakers could pick up the wet slurping noise of Willow’s frantic pussy eating. “Hear that? That’s the sound of you’re lovely wife’s tongue lapping at my pussy!”

I started to fuck Willow harder, the room filling with the slap of flesh on flesh. “God your wife’s pussy feel so fucking nice, Yancy. I bet you’re going to miss it. You’ll never get to stick your little cock up her again! She’s had a real man, now!”

There was sobbing coming through the phone. “Why are you doing this, Willow? I love you!”

“I don’t love you, Yancy. I’m getting fucked by a real man! He just takes what he wants! It so fucking sexy to controlled!” Willow panted and then dived back into Mary’s cunt.

“Please, Willow, what’s wrong?” Yancy begged. “We can work this out! Please?”

“Fuck, you’re a wimp,” Mary disparaged. “You need to understand that you’re wife belongs to us now. She’s our little sex slave. She’ll do whatever nasty things we tell her to do. A disgusting wimp like you could never truly satisfy her.”

“So you’re going to file for divorce, Yancy,” I told him. “You can keep everything save her clothes and jewelry. Tonight, she’s going to come home, pack her bags and leave. You will not try to stop her or hurt her in anyway.”

“Fine,” he sobbed.

“Oh yes, you’re wife’s going to make me cum, soon,” Mary purred. “Oh, her tongue is so amazing. She’s lapping at my clit right now while she shoves two fingers up my cunt. And Mark is fucking her so hard her asscheeks are jiggling.”

Willow let out a shuddering moan. “I’m cumming, oh fuck, you’re cock feels so good, Master!”

Her pussy milked my cock. “Shit! Yancy, your pussywillow’s pussy is cumming on my cock! She’s such a nasty slut. I’m going to pump her full of my cum. If you ask nicely, when she gets home tonight, she’ll show you her cum-stained cunt. Let you see what a real man’s work looks like.”

“Oh, cum in me, Master!” begged Willow. “Please, oh please. I need it so badly!”

“Here it comes, whore!” I slammed deep into her and emptied my nuts into her. “God, that was a good fuck. Now, make Mary cum.”

“Umm, keep sucking my clit and I’ll flood your face with my tasty juices,” Mary cooed. “Oh, just like that! Oh, yes!” Mary shuddered on the table and her legs bucked out of the stirrups. She lay panting on the table. Mary hung up the phone and then snapped a shot of Willow, her face covered with pussy-cum and sent the photo to her husband.

“I captioned it, “Something to jerk off too since you’ve lost your pussywillow! *-)”

I laughed. “Wow, that’s mean.”

“I recall you did something similar to my ex-boyfriend,” Mary said with a smile. I had her break up with Mike while I fucked her in the ass. Then I sent him a picture of Mary between another woman’s thigh, my cock buried in her tight asshole.

I pulled out of Willow’s cunt. The Native American woman was breathing heavily. I kissed her lips, delighting in the flavor of Mary’s cunt, sweet and spicy, on her lips. “We’ll see you tonight, slut. On your way home, pick up a very sexy nurses outfit at a sex shop. You’ll wear either that or lingerie when in the house.”

“Yes, Master,” Willow said happily.

We all got dressed and Mary and Willow shared one more, passionate kiss and then we left her to see to her next patient. You couldn’t see the cum stain on the back of her doctor’s jacket, but my cum was drying in her hair, leaving a sticky white residue behind that stood out in her black tresses.

“I’m meeting Alice at the Blue Spruce at One,” Mary said. “Mind dropping off. We can get lunch on the way.”

“Yeah, okay,” I said.

Alice was our realtor and Mary’s lover. This would be their third time meeting in a motel. Alice was married and Mary said her husband wasn’t paying enough attention to her so Mary was more than happy to pick up the slack. My emotions were mixed on the woman. It was clear Mary felt more for this woman than just one of the sluts or other women we molested. Mary claimed they were just friends, but I was afraid something more could grow out their affair. I trusted Mary and I didn’t want to seem like I didn’t trust her by objecting to her time with the woman. I just wished she would stop seeing her.

We ate lunch at a subway just down the street. We had a pleasant time, I fucked one of the workers, a cutie named Anna, in the ass and left my cum dripping off her face as she went back to work while Mary had first fingered this guys wife and then made her eat her cunt all while the guy watched. He was angry at first, but soon got into watching his wife with another woman. Mary and I enjoyed are sandwiches and watching the reactions of customers as they saw the cum drenched Anna make their sandwiches.

“So, what are we going to do about STDs?” Mary asked as we walked back to my Mustang.

“I don’t know,” I answered. “I don’t think I want to start wearing a condom.”

Mary frowned. “Yeah, there’s definitely something to be said about warm cum squirting inside you.”

“Maybe there’s a spell,” I said. “Lilith said there were many spells out there, not just the two she told us about.” I started the car and pulled out onto Yakima.

“Lilith,” Mary called as I started to drive her to the Blue Spruce Motel for her tryst with Alice.

I gritted my teeth, prepared to fight the waves of lust as Lilith appeared in the car. My cock hardened in my pants and Mary’s nipples tented her blouse. Lilith was sitting in the back seat, a shear, red dress clung to her curvy body.

“Yes, Mistress,” Lilith purred.

“Is there a spell that we can perform to make us immune to STDs?” Mary asked.

“Oh yes, and its an easy one,” Lilith said with a laugh. “Just deflower a woman. Her purity will guard you against any STDs. When you break her hymen, say, ‘Bathuwlah,’ and you’ll gain your immunity. Plus, once you’ve used the Ritual of Zimmah and bound the Thralls to you, they’ll get the immunity as well.”

I frowned. The Ritual of Zimmah was performed by fucking your parent. For a woman, that meant your father. For me, that meant fucking my mother. “I thought Zimmah was only to make my Thralls immune to a nun’s power.”

“The Ritual of Zimmah binds the Thrall to your lifeforce. One of its side effects makes your Thrall immune to any other person’s control. It also keeps them young and beautiful. Of course, when you die, they’ll die.” Lilith frowned. “Didn’t I explain this to you?”

“No,” I said.

She shrugged. “Whatever, is there anything else you require, Mistress. Perhaps you would like to use your last boon.

“No, you can go, Lilith,” Mary dismissed and sighed in relief when she was gone. “I don’t trust her,” Mary muttered.

“Yeah,” I answered. “I can see the hatred in her eyes whenever she looks at me. Like she just once to crush me. Once you’ve made your last boon, she’ll go back to hell or wherever the fuck she’s from.”

“Maybe I should just use the last boon, you know, get it over with.”

“What if we run into another nun problem,” I pointed out. “Her boon is a safety net for us. She can’t do anything to us, anyways. She’s under your power.”

“What about last night, Mark, you passed out.” Concern painted Mary’s face.

“Well, I know I shouldn’t fuck her again,” I said with a smile.

“It’s not funny, Mark,” Mary heatedly said. “She’s dangerous.”

“You have her under control,” I reassured. “Everything will be fine.”

Mary bit her lip. “Fine, I won’t use the boon … for now.”

Mary fell silent, biting her lip in worry, so I cranked the radio and let the music flow over me as I drove. By the time we reached Parkland, Mary had relaxed and was smiling again. When I dropped her off at the Blue Spruce there was an excited glint in her eye, her concerns about Lilith forgotten in her eagerness to see her lover.

“So, you guys will be there at 5 pm so we can buy the houses on the block?” I asked.

“Yeah, we’ll also go look for some medical space on the way,” Mary said. “I love you.”

“Love you, too,” I said and she bent down and kissed me before she turned to rent a room in a shitty motel to spend the afternoon with her “friend.” As she eagerly ran off to see her lover, another stab of jealousy hammered my heart. I wanted nothing more than to ask Mary to come with me, to blow off seeing Alice.

You had your chance to control her, Mark, I told myself. You felt guilty about it so you freed her. And she loved you enough to stay when she found out what you did to her. So, just stop worrying, they’re just friends.

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“Why don’t we just stay in bed,” protested Alice as I bent down to grab my panties. Alice walked up behind me and caressed my ass.

“Because we have to go meet up with Mark,” I told her and kissed her pouty lips. “Its important to us that we buy these houses.”

“We can do that tomorrow,” Alice complained. “Let’s spend the night. Dean left on a business trip this morning. We can make love all night long.”

“We had fun today, but I need to get back to Mark,” I said, a hint of exasperation tinging my voice.

“Is that all it was, just fun!” Alice demanded.

“Oh, don’t be bitchy,” I told her. “I had a great time with you, Alice. And I can’t wait for our next encounter. But he’s my fiancee, okay. He needs to come first.”

“Fine,” Alice muttered.

I kissed her. “We can still get together,” I told her. “So don’t be mad.”

“Well, when will that be?” Alice asked, starting to get mollified.

“Let me think,” I said.

Alice reached over and fondled my freckled breast. “Please be soon, I can’t get enough of your gorgeous body.”

I smiled at the complement. “Well, tomorrow I have to see several caters for our wedding and a florists. And looking into the cake. And then my family is coming over for dinner that night. On Saturday, Mark and I have interviews for some bodyguards and then we’re going out on a date that evening.”

Alice pouted more, her finger pinching my nipple gently, sending delicious tingles through my body. “That’s too long.”

“Well, we can get together Sunday morning,” I told her. “I have dinner with Mark’s parents that night, but the morning’s free.”

“Fine, Sunday morning.”

“We’ll have a nice brunch and then I’ll make you cum so hard,” I told Alice.

She smiled, a naughty, seductive smile that transformed her face into something predatory. “You can make me cum right now?”

I sighed. She was as eager to fuck me as Mark was. Her fingers slipped down my naked body, gently toyed with my red pubic hair and started to caress my pussy. It was getting hard to remember why we needed to go as a finger slipped up my cunt. Pleasure was starting to burn through my body as her digit wiggled in and out of me.

I gritted my teeth and shoved her had out of my cunt. “We got to go, Mark’s waiting.” Alice’s finger wasn’t Mark’s cock. I wasn’t going to be distracted that easily.

“Fine,” Alice sighed. “Fine, let’s go see you fiancee.”

“C’mon, you’ll like him,” I said, patting her shoulders. “He’s a great guy.”

She snorted but didn’t say anything. What was her problem today?

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When I got home, two men were tearing out the ruined door frame. Allison and Lillian were flirting shamelessly with the two guys, dressed in sexy lingerie. Allison wore a cream bustier with black lace running up the stomach and bodice, cream panties trimmed in black lace, and white, sheer stalkings held up by the bustier garter belt. Lillian wore a gray, silk negligee that clung to her body like a second skin and fell just below her ass.

“Are these girls distracting you,” I asked the workers.

“N-no sir,” the first guy stammered, and his eyes kept darting to steal glances of the sluts.

“When you finish replacing the door, fuck the shit out of these sluts,” I told them. “Get back at them for being little cockteases and ride them hard.”

Allison giggled. “That sounds like a great idea.” Lillian licked her lips. “Ohh, I can’t wait to get bent over and fucked.”

The one hammering a nail in missed and hit his thumb. He never stopped smiling. I’m not even sure he felt the blow.

I went in the house and found the sluts I sent to get their cunt’s waxed earlier today were back. “Inspection time,” I ordered after I gathered them in the living room.

The sluts all raised their skirts for my inspection. Violet had a Brazilian wax and her tight slit made her look even younger. Fiona left a landing strip of bright, red hair. Karen had a triangular patch above her cunt of curly, brunette hair. Chasity decided to go completely bald, like Violet. Thamina left a V above her cunt, two wings of black pubic hair that pointed right at her clit.

I saw Desiree and I ordered her to put the thirteen duffel bags in the trunk of my car. Twenty-six million dollars was quite heavy and I didn’t want to lug it around the neighborhood.

I took the five sluts upstairs to my bed and had them strip me. Violet and Chasity unbuttoned my shirt while Karen knelt before me and unbuckled my belt and pushing my jeans down, followed by my boxers. She eagerly sucked my cock into her mouth. Someone was kneeling behind me and I felt hands spread my cheek and a wet tongue rimmed my asshole, sending a strange thrill through my body.

Fiona joined Karen and the two sluts took turns sucking my cock, licking around my mushroom head. That meant it was my Muslim slut, Thamina, who sucked on my asshole. Violet and Chasity had my shirt off and each sucked a nipple into her mouth. I didn’t get much out of the sluts sucking my nipples, but I let them do it anyways.

Fiona had her mouth around my cock and was sucking powerfully as she bobbed her head. Karen was underneath, sucking on my balls. Thamina’s tongue wiggled into my tight sphincter. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensations on my body. My arms wrapped around Violet and Chasity, sliding down their backs to find their asses and I started to grope the sluts. Fiona’s mouth slid off my cock and Karen sucked me into her mouth as Fiona kissed the shaft of my cock. Hands started cupping my balls, massaging my nuts gently.

“Fuck, you sluts are nasty!” I moaned. “I’m gonna cum! I want to shoot on your face, Karen!”

Karen stopped sucking and Fiona jerked my cock off rapidly. Her hand has a nice grip and pumped fast. My balls tightened and Karen smiled up at me, eager for my cum. Four large spurts of cum splashed on Karen’s face, running thick down onto her breasts.

I sat down on the bed, kicking off my shoes and my pants that had bunched up at my ankles and watched the sluts lick Karen clean of all my cum while Karen just cooed in pleasure as four women’s tongues and hands ran all over her body. With a shuddering gasp, Karen came on her sister-slut’s fingers and lips.

Violet stood up, smiling at me and my eyes stared at her bald cunt. I licked my lips. I had to taste her, feel those smooth cunt lips on my face. I stretched out on the bed and motioned Violet to come to me. “I want to eat your cunt, slut.”

Violet beamed. “I’d love that, Master.”

Violet straddled my face, her naked cunt descending to my eager lips. She had a light, spicy flavor to her juices and I dug my tongue right into her cunt. The bed shook as someone climbed onto the bed and I felt a woman’s legs straddling my torso, her gentle fingers stroking my cock to full readiness. Her cunt was warm and wet as she slid down on my cock.

I didn’t know which slut was riding my cock, but she felt great as she rose up and down on my shaft, her cunt gripping my dick in its silky grasp. I wrapped my arms around Violet and gripped her teenage ass as I sucked on her pussy. Her pussy lips were smooth as silk on my face. The springs of the mattress squeaked as the slut riding my dick bounced faster and faster. Her cunt massaging the sensitive head of my cock.

“Umm, suck my titties, Violet,” Thamina said in a husky voice. There was a wet, sucking noise and I pictured Violet bending over and sucking on Thamina’s dusky tits as the Muslim rode my cock. Thamina’s cunt tightened as Violet was sucking on her breasts. “You’re so good at tit sucking,” Thamina moaned.

“Suck mine now,” Violet purred and then cooed in delight. “Ohh, you’re pretty good at tit sucking, too, Thamina. Oh, I going to cum. Master, your tongue feel so amazing in my tight little cunt!”

Violet’s bucked onto top of me, her cunt sliding about my lips as she orgasmed. Fresh juices flooded my mouth and I drank the tasty honey. Violet panted heavily and rolled off me, a large smile on her face. Thamina continued riding me, her nurse’s blouse opened and her dusky tits bounced as she fucked me. Her nipples were hard and wet from Violet’s suckling.

Fiona slid on the bed next to me, naked. On the other side of the bed, Karen was slipping into a sixty-nine with Violet, the former nun greedily eating the teenager’s cunt. Violet’s pink tongue lapped eagerly at Karen’s pussy. Fiona’s large tits, freckled like Mary’s, pressed against my arm as she moved her face in to kiss me. Her tongue explored my lips, licking Violet’s pussy-cum off my lips.

I grabbed one of Fiona’s heavy tits and drew it up to my hungry lips, sucking her hard nipple into my mouth. Fiona purred happily as I nibbled and sucked her hard nub. Thamina was moaning louder and louder, riding my cock faster and harder. She shrieked something in Arabic as her cunt convulsed on my cock. My body tensed and I nibbled on Fiona’s nipple as I came into Thamina’s twat. Four powerful jets of cum to feed her slutty cunt.

“Thank you, Master,” Thamina panted as she sat on my cock.

“Master, my cunt’s all empty,” Fiona whispered in my ear. “Can you fill it with your big cock?”

I grinned and kissed her. Thamina got off me and I rolled onto Fiona. Her legs spread invitingly open for me and I plunged my cock inside her and started fucking her hard. Violet and Karen were gasping and moaning, cumming on each other’s faces. Thamina leaned on her elbow and watched me fuck Fiona, smiling sweetly and playing with her cum-stained pussy. Chasity crawled onto the bed and shoved her face into Thamina’s cunt and sucked my cum out of the Muslim’s pussy.

When Mary texted me to let me know she was on her way, I had filled all five of the slut’s cunts with my cum and was enjoying Violet’s tight ass. It wouldn’t be long before I filled that hole with my cream as well. Violet was eating out Thamina’s cunt as I fucked her ass. Chasity was sitting on Karen’s face while Fiona ate Karen’s cunt.

After I came in Violet’s ass, I had Chasity clean my dirty cock with her mouth and then got dressed. “Sluts, get ready for tonight,” I ordered as I left. Tonight, my friends were coming over to play D&D and I wanted all the sluts showered and ready to be fucked. I would let each of my buddy’s choose a slut to be his personal slave for the night, excluding Korina who was still recovering from her gunshot, and Violet. Violet was a virgin when I fucked her and I wanted no other cock to know her cunt but mine for the rest of her life. Violet would be my personal slave for the night.

When I went downstairs I found the two repairmen fucking Allison and Lillian in the living room. Our new front door had been replaced and the men were enjoying their bonus. Allison and Lillian knelt side by side as the men fucked them from behind and were making out.

“When you’re finished, sluts, you need to get ready for tonight,” I ordered.

“Yes, Master,” Allison gasped and Lillian moaned, “I can’t wait to play with your friends!”

A cream Jetta pulled into the driveway as I stepped outside and Mary opened the door and happily walked over to me. Her auburn hair looked beautiful in the sunlight. She hugged me and kissed me passionately, and I could taste Alice’s cunt on her lips. When I broke the kiss I could see her friend, Alice, starting daggers at me, her hands white-knuckled as she gripped her car door. Shit, was Alice jealous of Mary kissing me.

When Mary broke the hug, she turned to Alice. “This is Alice, she’s going to be my maid-of-honor.” The look Alice gave Mary was dewy eyed. She looked like a puppy staring at her master. Was she in love with Mary? “Remember, do not use your powers on her,” Mary whispered, reminding me of a promise I made.

“Yeah,” I said, frowning.

Alice briefly shook my hand when she walked up to us. “Nice to meet you,” she said stiffly.

“Yeah, likewise,” I replied, just as stiffly.

“See, isn’t he a great guy?” Mary asked her lover.

“Sure,” Alice answered, smiling at Mary. She cleared her throat. “So Mark, we’re going to buy all the houses on this street. There’s what, a dozen houses.”

“Thirteen,” I corrected.

“Well, I have some paperwork drawn up, but I don’t think you’ll get much luck on anyone selling their houses,” Alice said. “People just don’t like to sell their houses out of the blue. Even if you make a generous offer, some will need to think about it and others just won’t care about the money. It’s their home. People get weird when it comes to their home.”

“Don’t worry,” Mary said. “Mark could talk a minister’s wife out of her panties and fuck her behind the pulpit while her husband gives a sermon.”

Alice raised her eyebrows at that, then choose to ignore what she clearly thought was Mary’s boast. Mary had a wicked smile on her face and I bet she would love to see me fuck a minister’s wife in the middle of church. I would love it too. “Well, let’s get this over with,” Alice said impatiently, interrupting my fantasy.

“I have the money in the trunk of my mustang,” I said. “It’s too heavy to lug it all round the neighborhood.”

I drove us to the entrance parking in front of the third house in. That left us within a quick walk of six houses, half the street. We were going to need these houses. I planned on giving one to my mom, plus the bodyguards we were going to recruit would need a few houses for their barracks. For the other houses, who knows. Maybe Mary’s father might move into one, along with her younger sister. And Shannon, Mary’s older sister, would probably get another. And of course, Antsy could live with my mom or get her own house.

Of course, any households that had a beautiful wife or hot teenage daughter would get to stay for the small price of letting me fuck their women whenever I wanted. Anastasia from my Naked Jogging Club would be staying and Madeleine, as well. For the rest, I was hoping for one or two more households to hang onto.

I popped the trunk and grabbed a duffel bag and walked to the first house on my side of the street, 2902 Mountain View Ct SW. The house was a light blue with dark blue trim, three stories, surrounded by a beautifully maintained lawn with sculpted bushes, flowering plants, and a stone fountain carved with angels. I knocked at the door and a sullen looking teenage boy opened the door.

“I need to speak to your mom or dad,” I said.

“Mom!” he hollered and a moment later a frumpy looking woman, a good fifty pounds overweight, walked up to the door. “Hi,” she greeted, friendly enough, “I’m Mona, how can I help you.”

“Is your husband home?” I asked. It would be a lot simpler both spouses were present.

“No, I’m not married,” Mona answered.

There was bitterness in her voice and a mean impulse shot through me. “What happened to him.”

“He ran off with his secretary,” Mona bitterly said.

“I bet she was a pretty thing?” I asked with a grin.

Mona flushed in anger. “The asshole’s welcomed to have her. The slut spread her legs for every partner at the firm. I bet she still’s spreading her legs behind his back. But I got the house and a nice settlement.”

“Well, your house is what I’ve come to speak to you about,” I said. “This is my fiancee, Mary, and our realtor, Alice. We just moved into the house up the street.”

“Where the cops have been too twice?” Mona asked, pointedly.

“Yeah,” I told her. “You’re going to sell us your house for two million dollars. I got the cash right here and Alice has some paperwork for you to sign.”

“Okay,” Mona said. She frowned in surprise at how quickly she agreed.

Alice blinked, and asked, “Excuse me, Mona. Did you just agree to sell your house to him? Just like that?”

“I guess I did,” Mona replied. “It just felt right.”

“Of course it did, so let’s sign some papers,” I told her. “You have until tomorrow to move out. Put your stuff in storage and rent a hotel room until you find a new place, okay.”

“Sure,” Mona nodded.

“Wait, what mom?” her teenage son gaped. “We’re moving!”

The next house was far more promising. At 2906 a cute, teenage girl named Issy answered the door. She was a beautiful angel with a heart-shaped face, blue eyes and short hair dyed green with black streaks. She had a lean build and toned legs of an athlete so invited her to join my Jogging Club.

“It meets at Madeleine’s house at 6 am,” I told her. “You’ll have a lot of fun.”

“Okay,” she giggled.

I bought the house from her parents, the Norups, and let them live in the house for free.

“We can stay in the house for free?” asked doughty Mrs. Norup.

“Yeah, but I get to sleep with your daughter whenever I want,” I answered. “You two don’t have a problem with that, you’re more than happy to let me have her.”

“Absolutely,” a balding Mr. Norup nodded and shook my hand.

“What?” gasped Alice. “That’s disgusting! Fuck this shit!” and stormed out of the house. Anger and disgust were furrowed on her forehead.

Mary chased after her and when I looked out the window, Mary had caught up with Alice and stopped her and started talking to her. Mary reached out and stroked Alice’s hand and brought her fingers up to her lips to kiss them. Alice sighed and nodded, and then leaned in and kissed Mary on the lips. The pair tongue wrestled for a minute, then walked back into the house.

“I straightened it out,” Mary said as the walked in.

Feeling a surge of jealousy, I grabbed Mary and kissed her as passionately as I could. Mary melted against me, kissing me back just as passionately. Issy cat-called behind us and, when I broke the kiss, Mary was breathless. I glanced at Alice and she was giving me the stink eye.

“Are you a virgin, Issy?” Mary asked the girl.

“Of course,” Issy, said flushing.

“Are you really?” I asked. The girl barely shook her head no, hoping her parents wouldn’t see the movement. That was a shame. Mary and I needed to find a pair of virgins to deflower. Well, tomorrow I would try the local high school if there where no virgins on the block. There was bound to be a few virgins there.

The next house was a big disappointment. Mr. and Mrs. Lowery were in their fifties and all their children had grown up and moved away years ago. Zane Bullard lived in the next house, he was a widower with a five year old daughter and we quickly got him to sell his house. The fifth house was just as disappointing, a gay couple lived there.

Finally, at the sixth house I found some promising girls. The Rhee family, Koreans, were very friendly and had two teenage daughters, Iseul was seventeen and Yun was fourteen. Both girls were petite and gorgeous. So the Rhee family got to stay in their house. Sadly, neither of the girls were true virgins. Iseul gave up her maidenhead to her boyfriend at prom and Yun found her mother’s vibrator and popped her cherry just three days earlier.

The next two houses were a bust, the Gomez’s had a son and a fat daughter, and the wife was in a wheelchair suffering from MS. Mrs. Endicott weighed three hundred pounds and her daughter had graduated from college. I bought Madeleine’s house and let her stay, of course. The next house was also a bust, the wife was badly scarred in an accident and they only had sons.

Anastasia, from my jogging club, was more than happy to sell her house and her husband, Stan, was more than happy to let me fuck his wife. At the next house I met Mrs. Stainthrope, a gorgeous trophy wife and let her and her husband stay, provide I could stick my dick in her tight cunt. Mr. Stainthrope didn’t seem to mind. The final house was another bust, another fat wife and teenage sons.

All in all, Mary and I had eight houses we could use until we built are mansion. There was still a lot paperwork to sign to make the purchases legal, but that was just a formality. The block was ours and what women remained were ours to do with as we pleased while their husbands and fathers smiled on approvingly. We said goodbye to Alice, handed over her commission, and I shook her hand and Mary kissed her lips.

Mary disappeared upstairs to get ready. She was going clubbing with a friend of hers, Diane, and I wanted to make sure the sluts were all ready for my guest to arrive. For years I had been playing D&D with the same group of guys. Usually we played at my house, every Thursday. I was too busy last Thursday, having fun with my new powers. Fucking my sluts should make it up to them, though.

I had the sluts, under Lillian’s supervision, set up the dining room table to be our gaming room and then gather in the living room. We had a full stock of sodas and chips and pizza was on its way. Noel and Willow, our newest sluts, had gotten home in time, as had Jessica. Noel wore the sexy cop outfit I ordered her purchase and Willow a sexy nurses outfit. Jessica, on her own initiative, had purchased a slutty, office-lady outfit, with the shortest miniskirt possible. The skirt barely covered her ass when she stood up straight and when she bent over, all her charms were on display. The blouse was tight and sheer. A pair black fishnet stockings were held up by a garter belt and stiletto heels made her ass sway so fucking sexy when she walked.

The doorbell rang I opened the door to see Quatch looking around in amazement. Quatch was a big guy and covered in black hair. He had a shaggy beard, hairy arms and back, so he got the nickname Sasquatch which somehow gotten shortened down to Quatch. I wasn’t sure what his real name was, James or John, maybe. He was my best friend.

“Hey man,” he said and whistled. “How the fuck are you staying here.”

“I won poker tournament,” I told my friend. “Come in. Meet the girls.”

All the sluts, save Lillian, were gathered in the living room in their slutty maid outfits, or cop and nurses outfits for the four special sluts. “Hello, sir,” they all greeted Quatch and his mouth fell open.

“Who the fuck are all these girls, Mark?” he gasped. “Christ, I can see their tits. Did you hire a bunch of prostitutes?”

“These are our sex slaves,” I told him. “They’ll do whatever my fiancee and I tell them too. And I mean anything!” I said with a wink.

“Seriously,” he stammered.

“Seriously,” I said. “Choose one, and she’ll give you the best blowjob you’ve ever had.”

“Is this a joke?” I shook my head and answered, “Nope.”

“Fuck, eh, how about the nurse.”

“Which one?” I asked.

“Oh shit, you have two of them,” he said, licking his lips. “This one.”

“That’s Dr. Willow,” I said.

Willow walked over and kissed Quatch, her body melting against him. Quatch stood frozen for a second and then wrapped his arms around Willow’s lithe body and kissed her back. The doorbell rang again and I smiled. My friends and I were going to have a lot of fun tonight.

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I watched them from the shadows, scurrying like the vermin they where.

I hated them all. The descendants of Adam and that submissive slut he replaced me with. Eve. Her name left a bitter taste in my mouth. I hated her and her mongrel children. I had hounded her children, tormented them and sent my monstrous children to terrorize them. I showed them no mercy and for that I was cast into the Abyss with the fallen angels, with Lucifer, as my final punishment.

I watched Mary scurry upstairs and disrobe to take a shower. Downstairs, Mark, disgusting, arrogant Mark, prattled about with all the women he forced to submit to him. I hated Mark most of all. That disgusting insect thought he could lay hands upon me. Last night I would have drank his entire essence, sucked him dry, if it wasn’t for his damned Wish he made with Lucifer.

I guess I should just count myself lucky that it was Mary that used the gem and not Mark. Lucifer loved to degrade me, and making me serve a man was just his style. And Mark was just the sort of man who would love to make me serve him forever. Forced to satisfy any and all of his sexual appetites.

“Lilith,” a voice whispered from the shadow, shivering through my body.

“Lucifer,” I answered. What did he want. Lucifer was always butting in, interfering where he wasn’t wanted.

Lucifer appeared behind me, shining with light. Brilliant and beautiful. When mortals summoned him, he would appear to match their expectations. These days that meant that ridiculous, evil lawyer get-up. He would appear at the crossroads as a dark, handsome man with scarlet eyes that practically dripped evil. It was so over the top. But Lucifer, the Morning Star, was really a being of pure light, of radiance, and loved to shine brightly whenever he could. He was always to full of himself. The only thing that shined brighter than his body was his pride. It’s why he had rebelled and why he had been cast into the Abyss.

“You’re Mark is pathetic,” I snarled at Lucifer. “Unlimited power and all he does with it is get a house full of women.”

“He’s the perfect choice,” Lucifer answered.

“I’ll crush him,” I snarled. “I’ll ruin your precious plans.” You’ll regret ever giving me the chance to be active in the mortal world.

Lucifer shrugged. “All outcomes will benefit me, Lilith.”

Anger bubbled through me. Lucifer was always so smug. “I’ll turn his little slut against him.”

A smirk creased Lucifer’s mouth. “I’d love to see that.”

He didn’t believe I could do it. Anger boiled in me. If there was one thing I could do, it was seduce pathetic mortals. Their passions ruled them, made the weak, biddable. I just needed to apply the right pressure and Mary would be begging to help me crush Mark. I’ll show Lucifer, I thought in anger as I moved through the shadows, standing behind Mary.

I stepped out of the shadows and into the steamy shower. Lucifer couldn’t follow. The shadows were the highest part of the Abyss, where only the most powerful of those trapped could venture. From the shadows, you could see the mortal world, see all the pleasures and joys it contained, and know you were forever denied them. The only way to cross over was for some pathetic mortal to summon you. So long as Mary held off using her last boon, I could freely enter the mortal world.

Mary jumped in surprise when she felt my lust permeating her body. She turned, water running down her naked form. Mary’s emerald eyes widened in lust, her nipples hardened into tiny, erect nubs, and the scent of her arousal filled my nostril. Mary’s tongue slid across her red lips and I could see her hand tremble as she desired to reach out and touch my lush form.

“Lilith,” Mary said, wrenching her eyes from my breasts. There was a touch of anger in her voice. She was still mad about what I did to Mark last night. The worm deserved it, and more. I would crush him and this stupid little girl would help me. Once my lust had fully flooded her, she would be putty in my hands and I would shape her into a weapon. My cunt grew wet at the thought.

I pressed my body against hers, felt her hard nipples rubbing against my fleshy breasts. She backed away from me, shuddering as she climaxed. I was Lilith, the Succubus, and my touch was pure lust. Her back hit the shower wall and there was no place for her to go. I pinned her, my lips capturing hers in a kiss. Her legs parted eagerly and I could feel her hard clit and wet lips of my pussy and I started to slowly tribbed the girl.

“I enjoyed watching you and those men this morning,” I whispered into her ear. “There’s nothing hotter than a woman putting a man in his place.”

“It was fun,” moaned Mary. The girl shuddered in my arms as she came, again. Mary was getting better at resisting my passions, but not even she could fight off my lust and her orgasms when my cunt kissed her clit.

“I bet you would love to make more men crawl before you.” I licked her ear and she gasped and came again, her cunt juices drenching my pubic hair. “To make them beg to pleasure you. To degrade them the way Mark degrades women!”

“Yes! I want to do that!” Mary hissed. “It was so hot, I came so hard as they fucked me! And then to hear that guy beg to make him cum! How pathetic he sounded as I walked away. It was so intoxicating!”

“I can give you that,” Lilith whispered. “You can Mark your obedient slave.”

“What?” Mary asked, frowning, her desire fading away.

“Mark made you his slave, wouldn’t you love to do the same to him.” Her body trembled in my arms, her breath quickening. I could feel her thoughts whirling in her mind. I could taste her fantasies. Mark crawling before her. Mark begging to fuck her, begging to be allowed to cum inside her. “He made you his slave, make him yours. Degrade him, punish him. Get even with him!”

Scenarios whirled in her mind, and I inserted even nastier images. I could feel her desire build as the disgusting, degrading fantasies I inserted filled her mind. Mark sucking on her toes, worshiping her feat. Mary stepping on his cock, on his balls, crushing them between her toes as he moaned in pain and pleasure. Mark bent over a table, as Mark had bent her over so many tables, and Mary fucking his ass with a strap-on. Mark eating his cum out of her cunt like a sissy. Mark watching in the corner as men fucked her, stroking his little cock while a real man pleasured her. And then she would let him crawl across the bed and eat the other man’s cum from her pussy. She was so close to giving in, I could feel her answer on the tip of her tongue. She wanted it so badly.

“I love him,” Mary whispered, weakening.

“You can always let him go after you’ve had you’re fun,” I lied.

Her body stiffened. Somehow my words strengthened her resistance. “No,” a whisper escaped her lips. “No!” There was more force the second time and then she shoved me off of her. “No, Lilith! Not Mark. We’re equals. I was his slave but he set me free! I could degrade and humiliate any man, but not Mark. You don’t do that to someone you love!”

I snarled at her, anger bubbling up inside me. How did the little bitch resist those impulses. I built them on her fantasies, on her desires. It should have worked. The bitch should have been putty in my hand. She was only a human, nothing more than a slave to her desires. So how in the name of Creation did she resist?

“I don’t want you appearing before me, before Mark, or any of our sluts, unless you’re summoned, Lilith,” Mary ordered in anger. “You’re my slave!” I could feel the chains of her summoning upon me, dragging me back into the shadows, back into the Abyss.

Lucifer laughed, that damned, knowing smirk on his lips as I appeared in the shadows.

“That should have worked,” I muttered in embarrassed anger.

“It would have if you had at all paid attention,” Lucifer replied.

I frowned, and then I smiled as seductively as possible. “What do you know, Lucifer?”

“You’re trying to split up soul mates,” Lucifer answered. “If I hadn’t arranged for Mark to read that book and learn how to summon me, he would have met Mary anyways. It was destiny, I just fudged how they met. Twisted their lives to serve my designs.”

“Why?” I asked suspiciously. “Why would you want a pawn so full of love?”

Lucifer smiled, beautiful and evil and powerful all at the same time. A shiver ran through my body, fear and lust warring inside me. “Humans have done such amazing things for love,” Lucifer exulted. “David sent Bathsheba’s husband to his death so he could have her. Mark Anthony rebelled for love and died for love. Justinian destroyed the future of his Empire for the love of his whorish wife. For Love, Paris kidnapped Helen and for love the Kings of Greece destroyed the City of Troy. Love has made men and women betray their countries, their friends, their children. For love, humans will lie, will steal, will murder. A person in love will commit acts that they never imagined they could. The question is, Lilith, why wouldn’t I use a pawn in love.”

His laugh was deep, throaty and powerful, echoing through the shadows. I could feel his ardor rolling off him in waves and my eyes glanced down to his shining cock. Humiliation roiled through my body. I was going to have to pleasure him. How I hated being used to satisfy a man’s lust. One day I’ll have all the power, Lucifer, one day you’ll pleasure me!

His hands were on my shoulder and I sank down to my knees. There was no use fighting it. Lucifer ruled the Abyss. My body was just one of the many perks of the King of Hell. It was exactly how Milton had wrote, “Better to reign in hell, than serve in heaven.” My mouth opened and his cock entered my mouth. I closed my eyes, as Lucifer’s glow intensified as his pleasure increased and I sucked hard at the head of his cock.

My ploy with Mary may have failed, but that was just a passing amusement. Nothing would have been more satisfying to watch than Mark getting degraded by his own woman, but I had another way to destroy Mark and derail Lucifer’s plans. One that could not be stopped. The seed was already planted in fertile soil and when it sprouted, I would destroy Mark and be free of the Abyss, forever. I will have all the freedom denied you, Lucifer. You can rule in Hell. I will rule on Earth!

So laugh all you want and continue in the misguided belief that events are serving you. Continue making me your whore, like Adam thought he could. I broke free of his domination and I’ll break free of yours. You made a huge mistake loosing me in the world again. One day, you will crawl on you knees before me and grovel for my embrace. I could almost feel Lucifer’s lips on my feet, delighting in his imagined humiliation. His cock erupted fire into my lips, his seed burned as I swallowed.

Soon, Lucifer, soon you’ll be my slave.

To be continued …

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Swim Team

The Exhibitionists
Episode 2
Swim Team

Disclaimer: what follows is a work of fantasy. As such, I have chosen to set it in a world where birth control is 100% safe, effective, and available, and all STDs have been eradicated. In the real world, some of the choices these characters make would be extremely risky. Don’t behave like them.

Recap: In episode 1, the protagonist and her friend Steph turned 16, got their nipples pierced, experienced sexual awakening, bought sex toys, watched a dirty old man jerk off, and exposed themselves to numerous strangers.

Before we got a chance to flash anyone else, our fathers found out about our nipple piercings, and they hit the roof. It turns out our mothers had known for a while but hadn’t said anything out of respect for our privacy. But Steph’s mom accidentally let the secret slip, and then it was all over. Our dads were pretty pissed at their wives for keeping secrets from them, so they maybe weren’t quite as hard on us as they otherwise might have been. Still, we were each grounded for a month, and by the time we were free again, the weather had turned cold. The good news was that, after that, we no longer had to hide our piercings.

I had always been a decent swimmer, and I had a swimmer’s physique – tall, thin, with broad shoulders. The girls’ swim coach was my French teacher (originally from Montreal), and she recruited me to go out for the JV team. At tryouts, some of the varsity girls showed up and started boisterously commenting on who would make the team and who wouldn’t. In my case, they all agreed that I was guaranteed a spot, and for some reason, they found that hilarious. Coach shooed them out before practice began in earnest. They were right, though, I did make the team.

Practice started the next Monday after school, with a grueling schedule – 90 minutes in the water, followed by a 90 minute study session while the boys’ teams swam, followed by another hour in the pool. The varsity and JV teams practiced together, and the varsity girls laughed some at how weak and slow we were, but they also offered some useful tips and encouragement as well. After the first 90 minutes, I felt like my arms were going to fall off, and I was sure I’d drown in the second session. I showered with the rest, then got out my homework. Coach made sure we were all doing our work, reminding us that if our grades fell, our parents might take us off the team. Then she said that if anybody had a problem they needed help with, she’d be in her office.

Almost immediately, one of the varsity girls announced she needed help with her homework and went into Coach’s office. After that, there was a steady stream of girls in and out of her office. I finished my work without trouble, so I got out a book and read until it was time to go back in the water. I survived, though by the end, I was utterly exhausted. Walking back to the locker room, the varsity captain told me one way to go faster was to shave all the hair off below the neck. A couple of girls snickered, but the captain looked serious, so I wasn’t sure whether this was fun at my expense or a useful tip. I asked Coach about it after practice, and she told me that it does help, and she offered to help me with the hard to reach spots after practice the next day.

On Tuesday, the boys got the pool first, so we started in the weight room. Coach handed out clipboards with worksheets to record our weights on the various machines. She had also paired all the JV girls up with an older girl to make sure we were doing everything right. I was paired with the team captain, and she seemed very friendly, encouraging me to get one last rep in after I thought I was done. She could lift way more than me, and her body looked sculpted. Smooth, though, not like a bodybuilder. And definitely hairless. She had very dark brown hair, so I would have been able to see any hair on her arms, but none was there.

After our turn in the pool, about half of the girls went home and half stayed for a study session. Coach brought some shaving cream and razors into the shower area and told me to shave my arms and legs, and then she’d help me with the rest. When I had done my part, she came in and started with the palms of my hands and the soles of my feet. When I asked why, she said removing hair was only one part of it; we were also scraping off dead skin cells and heightening our feel for the water. Then she had me take my suit off so she could shave my back. I asked why we were shaving something that was covered by the suit anyway, and she said some of the benefit was mental. I would feel faster, so I would be more self confident, and I would end up swimming faster.

Then she had me turn around and started shaving my front. I was a little uncomfortable, but she acted like this was a normal part of the process, so I didn’t say anything. She must have noticed, though, as she started making small talk to put me at ease. After asking about classes and such, she got out a stool and had me sit down, so she could shave my pussy. Again, this seemed odd to me, but she was so matter of fact about it, I just did as she said. Things got weirder then, as she started telling me she liked my nipple piercings, and that she used to have some too. Despite the strange situation, I found myself starting to get aroused. I was naked in front of someone who was talking about my nipples and touching me between my legs. I felt my nipples get hard and tingly, and my juices started to flow. It was getting a little hard to sit still, but she was almost done. When she finished, she stood up and told me her clit was pierced now. Automatically, my eyes went to her crotch, and I saw that her suit had a big wet spot there. She said if I ever wanted to see it, I should pretend I needed help with a problem during our homework sessions and come into her office. Then she left me to get rinsed off and dressed.

After that, my head was all awhirl with questions. Was Coach a lesbian? Was she really trying to seduce me? Were all the girls who went into her office during homework sessions having sex with her? What would it feel like if she touched me? Licked me? What would she taste like if I licked her? If I got excited thinking about it, did that make me a lesbian?

Life went on normally, though, as though nothing had happened, until the weekend. I was having a sleepover at Steph’s place when I told her what had happened. I expected her to be all grossed out, but she seemed to think it was kind of cool. She asked me if I was going to go into Coach’s office and see what happened. I said no, of course not. Then, Steph said she had always wondered what it would feel like to have someone suck on her nipples. Instantly, my body switched into full hot and bothered mode. I stayed quiet a while, and the silence stretched out. Then I said okay and got up. “Okay what?” she responded. “Okay, I’ll suck your nipples. Lift up your shirt.” I couldn’t see much in the darkness, but I heard Steph rustling around. She grabbed my hand and pulled me towards her. I felt her body with my other hand and located her breasts before lowering my head and taking one nipple into my mouth. Steph gasped with pleasure, and her body did a little shimmy. I started sucking, rolling her piercing around with my tongue while I did the same with my fingers on her other nipple. Steph was breathing heavily now, almost moaning, and my wet pussy showed I was very excited too. I moved my hand down to Steph’s pussy and found her hands already busy there. She moved them out of the way, and I stuck my finger in my very first cunt. It slid all the way in with a wet little squishing sound. I moved it around, feeling her insides, before withdrawing it and entering her again. I felt her press her hips up to meet me, taking my finger in as far as it could go. Now she was moaning audibly as I finger fucked her. Then my thumb found her clit and started rubbing it. She grabbed my head and pressed it against her breast, and I felt her entire body tense up. Then my finger felt the muscles of her pussy start spasming, and warm liquid flowed out, and I knew she was in the throes of her orgasm. Even after the main part was over, little aftershocks went through her body as I continued rubbing her clit and moving my finger inside her. When she was completely spent, she moved my head up to hers and gave me a passionate kiss, then said, “Your turn. Lie down.”

I was a little nervous, but I really needed release, so I laid down and pulled my nightshirt up. Soon, I felt Steph’s hands locating my body in the darkness, then her warm mouth engulfed my nipple, and conscious thought faded before the onslaught sexual sensations. Steph’s fingers were rubbing my mound, spreading my lips, entering me, rubbing my clit. Suddenly, everything stopped, and I let out a frustrated moan. I felt Steph moving around, and then her head was between my legs, her tongue probing my slit, flicking my clit, then sucking it into her mouth as she inserted two fingers into my dripping snatch. I felt myself building to my orgasm, but then Steph stopped for a moment, bringing forth another moan. She teased me like that a few times, before I grabbed her head and kept her in place until I came. When I did, it seemed to go on forever. As spasm after spasm passed through me, the only things in the world that seemed real were Steph’s mouth on my clit and her fingers inside me, getting squeezed with every wave of pleasure. Eventually, it did end, and we both crawled into bed, exhausted.

The next night, we had another sleepover, so we could discuss what had happened. We decided that we still liked boys, so we weren’t lesbians, but that there wasn’t anything wrong with giving pleasure to each other. Which we proceded to do again, and it was just as good. This time, I gave oral sex to Steph, too. She tasted nice, but her hair kept getting in my mouth. I made a note to suggest that she let me shave her before our next sleepover.

During Monday’s study session, I thought about going into Coach’s office and seeing if she really wanted to have sex with me. If it was alright to share pleasure with Steph, why not Coach, too? But what if I were wrong about what went on in there? I was too scared, so I just did my homework like a good little girl. By Wednesday, though, I was starting to feel really horny, and it was hard for me to think about anything else. The suspense was killing me, so I decided to get it over with. We had hardly opened our textbooks when I announced that I needed help with my homework and headed for Coach’s office. It may have been my imagination, but I felt eyeballs boring into my back as I walked there.

I knocked on the closed door. Coach opened it, let me in, and closed it behind me. Then she pulled a couple of chairs up to a table and invited me to sit next to her. I put my books on the table, took a deep breath, and blurted out, “I don’t really need help with my homework.” “What do you need help with,” she responded. “You said you would show me your clit ring if I wanted. I want to see it.” “You’re sure?” I nodded.

Coach sat up on the table and moved one leg on either side of me. Then she pulled her swimsuit aside, and there was her bald pussy right in front of my face. Sure enough, her clit as pierced. “Can I touch it?” I asked. Coach said yes, but be gentle. I reached out one finger and ran it lightly around her ring, eliciting a small gasp. I looked up at her and saw that her eyes were closed and he mouth open in an O of pleasure. She was leaning back on one arm, and her other hand was still pulling her swimsuit aside for my benefit. As I continued to touch her clit, she spread her legs wider and her vagina opened up, showing me the glistening, wet pinkness within. I leaned forward and licked at those juices. Then I sucked her clit into my mouth, ring and all, as I inserted a finger into her pussy and brought her off just like Steph and I had done for each other.

When her orgasm was done, Coach had me take off my swimsuit and lie down on the table. She unlocked a drawer in her file cabinet and withdrew a couple of vibrators. One was penis shaped and had a ring of bumps that spun around, and the other was much smaller and just vibrated. She started with the smaller one, running it all around my pussy until I was nice and wet. Then she inserted the larger one and started it spinning inside me while the smaller one went to work on my clit. Almost immediately, I was in the throes of my orgasm, and I decided that I needed to get one of those spinny things for myself. I might even use it on Steph sometimes, too.

I got myself presentable, then went outside to finish my homework as more girls took their turn with Coach. “She must be pretty darn insatiable,” I thought. I felt myself getting a little excited again and figured I probably lived in a glass house when it came to that subject.

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A woman gives her wife a special gift

Merry Christmas
By Discreet Lover

Copyrighted 2011

It was Christmas Eve. Jesse and Grace sat together on the couch in front of the fire, snuggled together and enjoying being close. It had been a while since they were able to just sit together like this and they wanted to savor every moment of it. The room was pleasantly warm from the fire that crackled in the fireplace; snow fell softly outside the window blanketing the world. The only light in the room came from the fire place and a few candles scattered about and of course the Christmas in the corner. They had decided to go with a real tree this year and its earthy pine scent filled the room along with the smell of ginger bread that Grace had baked a little while ago.

Jesse had her arms wrapped around her lover, loving how Grace seemed to fit perfectly against her. “I have something for you.” She whispered softly into her lover’s ear.

“What is it?” Grace asked as a small smile touched her lips.

“Close your eyes.” Jesse said and waited for Grace to do so before getting off the couch and taking a small box out of the Christmas tree branches. She sat back down beside Grace and placed it in her hands.

Feeling the velvet covered box in her slender fingers Grace opened her eyes. “Jesse!” She grinned. “We said we weren’t giving gifts on Christmas Eve.”

“I know.” Jesse was smiling from ear to ear. “But I couldn’t wait.”

Excitement made Grace’s green eyes sparkle as she carefully opened up the small box. She kept telling herself it wasn’t what she thought it was. It couldn’t be. It had to be a pair of earrings. But as soon as the lid snapped open with a soft creak she gasped and her hand flew to cover her mouth. “Jesse!”

Inside the box, nestled in pearly white satin was a beautiful 18k yellow gold engagement ring with a 2.5 caret pear shaped diamond with two smaller round diamonds on either side of it. It was gorgeous and must’ve cost a fortune. Tears stung Grace’s eyes as she looked at it. “Jesse?”

Jesse took Grace’s hand in her own and kissed it. “I love you Grace with all my heart. Marry me?”

There wasn’t a moment’s hesitation in Grace’s reply. She threw her arms around Jesse’s neck and hugged her tightly. “Yes, yes, yes! Of course yes!” Tears rolled down both their faces as they kissed. Jesse took the box and carefully took the ring out before slipping it onto Grace’s ring finger. It fit perfectly.

Grace shifted so she was sitting on Jesse’s lap, her arms still around her lover’s neck. “I love you so much Jessica.”

Jesse grinned. “I love you too Grace.” And with that she leaned in and captured Grace’s lips with her own. The kiss started out gentle, loving and slow, but they couldn’t hold back the lust and passion that soon burned its way into their kiss. Jesse tightened her arms around Grace as the kiss turned brutal. Soft moans started to fill the room as the lovers lost themselves in each other. When they finally came up for air their faces were flushed and both gasping for air like they had ran a mile. “Upstairs.”

Both women stood up and made their way quickly up the steps to their bedroom. The moment they were in the room their lips were locked again in a passionate kiss. Hands snatched at clothes and tossed them across the room as they made their way to the bed. Zippers were quickly unzipped, buttons forced opened and bras ripped off carelessly as they fell onto the bed, still locked at the lips. Grace smiled down at her fiancé and straddled her hips, grinding herself on top of her. “You make me so happy.” She purred as she leaned down to lick teasingly along Jesse’s neck making her gasp and moan. She ground their breasts together feeling her lover’s hard nipples press against her own. Slowly she placed feather light kissed on Jesse’s chest, teasing each hard nipple with a light lick. But now wasn’t the time for teasing. Now was a time to let out their lust and passion for each other. Grace sucked Jesse’s hard nipple into her mouth and sucked hard on it while she ground her pussy against the lump at Jesse’s groin.

Jesse had a secret that most people didn’t know. It wasn’t something she was really ashamed of anymore because it was a part of who she was but she understood that most people wouldn’t understand and would be freaked out about it. But Jesse was a hermaphrodite. She had a 9’in fully functional cock and balls right where her vagina should be. Only a few people know about her condition. Her parents and doctors obviously, her best friend and Grace.

Grace was so wet and couldn’t wait to feel that hard, dick plunging deep inside her. While her mouth worked on Jesse’s hard, rubbery nipples her hands traveled down her body to hook into Jesse’s boxers. Slowly she slid down her lovers’ body, taking the purple boxers with her. She slid then down Jesse’s long, shapely legs then moved back up to grab the erect, dick that was sitting proudly at the woman’s groin. Her small delicate hand wrapped around the veined 9’in monster and stroked it while looking Jesse in the eyes.

Jesse had pushed herself up on her elbows to watch what Grace was doing to her. Light flutters of pleasure radiated from her hard length making her moan softly. But when Grace took the head into her mouth and gave it a loving suck Jesse nearly blew her load right then and there. Grace’s hot wet mouth was doing wonders to her. Slowly she took more and more of Jesse into her mouth, her tongue caressed the rock hard flesh as it touched the back of her throat then slid down it. Jesse’s eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her hand found its way into Grace’s hair and fisted there as the woman’s head bobbed up and down. Her cock twitched and throbbed like a second heart beat in her lover’s throat. “Oh God Grace! I’m gonna cum!”

Grace pulled off and smiled wickedly. “Not yet my love.” She grabbed the base of Jesse’s cock and squeezed cutting off her orgasm. “I want all of that inside me.” She pushed Jesse flat on her back and climbed over her, positioning herself over Jesse monster. Slowly, tortuously slow she lowered her hot sheath onto Jesse’s pole. It was all Jesse could do not to grab her fiancés hips and slam into her. Grace shuddered when Jesse bottomed out in her and ground their pelvis together. “God you’re so deep!” She rose up til just the head was left inside her before slamming down hard causing them both to moan. Leaning forward so her tits hung in Jesse’s face she rode her lover hard, her ass bouncing, the slap, slap of wet flesh filled the room along with their moans.

Jesse leaned up a little and captured one of Grace’s nipples in her mouth, sucking and biting like she knew Grace loved. Her hard cock was being flooded by Grace’s love nectar. It flooded down her pole and soaked her balls. Her balls started to tingle and tighten and she knew she was close to cumming again. But she wouldn’t cum just yet. She would wait; hold out til Grace had her satisfaction first. She flipped them so Grace was under her, her hips speeding up and pistioned in and out of her lover like a well-oiled machine. “Yes. Yes! Fuck me Jesse!” Grace’s nails raked down Jesse’s smooth back leaving delicious trails of pain. “Fuck me! Oh my God!”

Grace’s belly rippled and tensed as a powerful orgasm built up deep inside her. Her hot pussy spasmed and clinched Jesse moving meat in a tight wet fist. “Give it to me baby, cum in me. Fuck a baby into me!”

Jesse’s rhythm faltered a little as she stared, shocked, into Grace’s eyes. “You…you want……”

Grace smiled up at her lover as sweat dripped off her forehead. “Yes. I want to have your baby.” She panted out.

That was the most erotic thing Jesse had ever heard. Her thrusts sped up once again and she slammed hard into her wife. “Yes! Yes let’s make a baby!” She grabbed Grace’s ass and lifted her up a bit for a better angle. She could feel her cum boiling in her balls. “Cum for me baby. Cum for me so I can cum and make a baby in you!” That’s all Grace needed to hear. Her orgasm came barreling down on her like a train and she screamed at the top of her lungs as her pussy clamped down on Jesse’s cock and flooded her with juice. That was all Jesse could take. She slammed in hard and held herself deep as she erupted deep into Graces womb. She grunted, groaned and screamed as she emptied her essence into her lover. When their orgasms finally faded they collapsed in each other’s arms, one sweaty panting mess.

“I love you so much.” Grace panted and cuddled close to Jesse.

“I love you too baby.” Jesse kissed her lover gently and pulled the covers over them before they drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.

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This is my first ever story like this so please be nice. All characters are 18.

Lesley ran her hands down the front of her uniform shirt one more time, smoothing out the wrinkles. The fabric was taught over her 34DD tits and her bright teal bra showing through the fabric. She rolled up her tartan skirt a little until it was just below her ass. Lesley stretched and grabbed her schoolbag before heading out, not bothering with typing up her long blonde hair today. The walk to school was uneventful, she passed the same dog that always barked at her as she went. When she got to school she passed the goody two shoes bitch, Marie, who yet again followed after her to reprimand her on her attire. Lesley rolled her eyes and turned to face the tightly wound slut, smirking. “I’m so sorry Marie!” She feigned remorse, putting her hands on her hips. “Totally didn’t mean to wear my uniform this way. But my shirts that fit properly are in the wash.” Lesley shrugged, turning away from the redhead. She could feel a small pulse in her cunt as she thought about what the other girl would look like naked.

“Lesley you know that the nuns are going to punish you for wearing that… that slutty outfit!” Marie cried, following after the blonde. She noticed the subtle sway of the naughty sluts hips trying not to watch her. The redhead groaned internally as she took in the way that the uniform skirt skimmed the bottom of the blondes ass, a peek of her blue lacy panties showing.

“Let them!” She giggled, continuing down the hall to her first class. Marie followed, stopping by their teachers desk to talk with her. Sister Madeline was fairly new to Angels of God Academy, where brilliant young girls flocked. The young nun listened to Marie chatter on about Lesley’s break of the school dress code, eyeing the blonde. Her eyes flitted across the younger girls breasts, taking in the straining material and the bright bra. Silencing the chirping redhead she beckoned Lesley towards her.

“Ms. Lesley, your attire is not regulation,” she tsked. “You’ll have detention tomorrow afternoon. 3 pm sharp. I won’t write you up this time but if you continue to break the rules I will be forced to send you to Sister Clarence.” That seemed to frighten the young girl, as it should. Sister Clarence was the stately old nun who was tasked with running the Academy. Any young girl who wound up in her office always was made an example of in a public way. The old nun relished in humiliating these young girls. Sister Madeline instructed the girls to take their seats, starting up her lesson.

When school was over Lesley went to her locker to grab the books she would need for homework. She shot a glare at Madeline as she passed her on the way to the door. Little whore would get hers eventually. The blonde started her walk home, frowning when she didn’t see the dog that always barked at her on her way home. She shrugged it off and continued her walk, cutting into the thicket of trees to take the longer way back to her house. Lesley trudged along, not noticing that she was being followed until it was too late. Something and big and furry jumped at her back, knocking her down. She screeched, turning to hit whatever had knocked her down. When she saw this big dog standing over her the same dog that she passed every day on her way to and from school. Lesley froze, frightened by the look in the normally friendly dogs eyes. The dog, a Bernese Mountain dog, looked over his little bitch. He growled when she tried to move, pushing his nose under her skirt. The dog swiped his tongue over her panty clad pussy, sending shockwaves through the trembling blonde. She only moved onto her hands and knees, trying to gain any footing to get up. The animal snarled at her which made her stop. He huffed and continued licking her clothed cunt.

Lesley had no idea that Marie had also followed her, wanting to talk to her about her choice of attire. The redhead was frozen in place as she watched the black and brown dog assault her classmate. There was a tingling between her legs as she watched the big dog rip Lesley’s lacy blue panties off, revealing a neatly trimmed bush. Before she or her classmate could understand what was going on the dog was up on the blondes back, humping wildly at her ass. Lesley let out a screech, trying to push him off once again to no avail. Remy, the dog, let out a low warning growl before pushing the whole seven inches of his cock into her pussy. The girl let out a gasp, dropping her head down to look between her legs at the red veiny cock that was hammering into her now deflowered pussy. She didn’t think that the first cock that would be in her twat would be dog dick. Marie, still watching, found a hand traveling into the waistband of her now soaked panties. She fingered her pulsing clit, stifling a moan. Remy continued to fuck the little blonde slut, drooling on her back. The blonde cried, watching the dog drill his cock in and out of her. She let out a whine as she felt a large ball at the entrance to her pussy and before she knew it his knot was inside her. Lesley let out a scream, shockwaves rocking through her pussy as the large knot slammed into her. Her head lolled, resting in the dirt while the dog knotted her. Marie continued to watch, fingering her cunt furiously as she watched this dog rape her whorish classmate. She didn’t feel sorry for her, she felt she deserved to be raped by this lowly dog like the bitch she was. The redhead let out a moan, stepping through the thicket of trees so she could watch the assault from a closer range.

Lesley didn’t hear her, she was too far gone in a haze of lust as this dog fucked her. Her clit throbbed as he continued to thrust his knot into her until it was too large to move. She didn’t have a care in the world as she felt her cunt fill with the impossibly large knot. The busty blonde didn’t even notice as her snooty classmate walked over to her, sitting down in the dirt in front of her. Marie smiled almost angelically as she lifted her classmates head, scooting forward so the little twats nose was pressed into the redheads soaked panties. “Smell that you little whore? That’s my wet pussy. You’re going to become very acquainted with it unless you want the whole school to know what a dog fucking slut you are.” The blonde looked up at her classmate, drool dripping down her chin. She couldn’t believe that in her most humiliating moment that the stupid redhead was here presenting her wet cunt to the slobbering bitch. Marie pulled her panties to the side, pushing her sluts face into it. “Lick my cunt you little bitch.” She moaned, grabbing hold of the whores hair and pulling. Her eyes darted to the dog who had turned his back to the both of them, still knotted in his conquests cunt. Juices were glistening on the redheads neatly shaved lips and Lesley could barely believe what was happening to her. Not only was she raped and knotted by a dog but now she was in service to the twat that she hated. Before she could think any more Marie slapped her across the face, glaring down at her. “I didn’t tell you to doze off there slut, start licking.” The now submissive girl just nodded, darting her tongue out to taste her classmates drenched pussy. Her female abuser let out a throaty moan as she felt the busty cunts tongue on her pussy, barely believing that she finally got to teach this misbehaving slut a lesson. Lesley tongued the girls pussy, swiping her tongue over her clit before taking the little nub into her mouth. She sucked on the throbbing clit gently, looking up at the moaning girl.

Remy tried pulling out of the blonde whore but was still firmly locked in place. She let out a cry as the knot pulled on her pussy, her eyes watering. Marie watched, fascinated, as she watched the dog tugged his still huge knot out of her little slaves sopping cunt. Lesley rested her forehead on the other girls thigh, panting. The dog turned, swiping his tongue across his bitchs’ twat before turning and darting off. The redhead giggled and yanked on the girls hair again. “Did I tell you to stop, doggy slut?” The blonde groaned and went back to licking her pussy, shoving her tongue into Marie’s wet hole. “Mm” the other girl moaned, “have you done this before you naughty little bitch?” Lesley shook her head, her eyes wide. She would definitely not admit that she had gotten off by watching lezbo porn, furiously rubbing her clit to a shaking orgasm most nights. Marie pulled on her hair more as her orgasm started building, riding the sluts face until her orgasm rippled through her. “OH FUCK!” She cried, throwing her head back. “That’s right you little lezbo dog slut! Lick my pussy! Oh fuck you’re SO GOOD!” She screamed, fisting the blondes hair in her hands. As she came down from her orgasmic high she looked down at the starry eyed bitch who was still dazed from being fucked by a hound. Marie scooted back a little bit and noticed that the whore was furiously fingering her own pussy. She smirked, letting go a torrent of piss over the bitch. Lesley let out a small screech, closing her eyes but not her mouth. Some of the piss got in her mouth and when Marie saw this she yanked the whores face back into her cunt, making her drink the acrid liquid. The blonde tried pulling her head away, groaning before finally swallowing the disgusting liquid. It actually didn’t taste that bad, not that she was ever going to admit it. The redhead giddily watched, pulling back a little to soak the girls blonde head before her stream was done. “That’s a good little whore. Now you’ll remember your place.” Lesley wasn’t listening, she was too enthralled in her own orgasm to even be bothered with the other girls words. She brought her cum and juice covered fingers to her mouth, hungrily sucking on them. It was a much more pleasant taste to the piss she drank just a little bit ago. Marie watched her before sitting up on her knees, leaning over Lesley until she could reach her ass. “You know…” She started, admiring the juicy ass of the blonde once again. “I think you deserve that punishment from earlier.” Her hand came down on the other girls ass in a stinging blow. Lesley jumped a little, letting out a shocked cry. Marie wasn’t done with her though as she kept beating the girls ass, one stinging slap after the other until her ass was bright red and hot to the touch. “There, that’ll teach you you little slut,” she seethed, standing up. “Tomorrow you’ll come to school without panties on. If you do I will rip them from your slutty twat. You won’t wear a bra either! You’ll meet me before first bell in the girls room by Sister Madeline’s classroom, last stall.”

Lesley couldn’t believe this, the bitchy redhead was going to turn her into her personal fuck toy? “If you don’t show up I will send this photo to everyone in the school including Sister Clarence!” Before the blonde could say anything her classmate snapped a picture of her with her cellphone, admiring the flushed face of the other girl. Piss coated her face and hair, dripping down her white uniform shirt. Her skirt was flipped up, showing off her freshly fucked pussy and red ass. You could even glimpse the tattered remains of her lacy panties. This would fuel many a masturbation session until Marie could take more tomorrow which she planned to do. With that she turned away, fixing her own skirt and panties. “Remember, I own your dog fucking ass from now on.” Lesley nodded, getting up on shaking legs to fix her skirt. She didn’t even bother with her ruined panties. Marie handed her her schoolbag and smiled. “You better come in with your homework done too or I’ll add on another punishment.” With that she turned and left the blonde to her own as she went home. Lesley started home, finishing her walk through the thicket of woods that let out near her home. She couldn’t believe what had happened to her today. First she got reprimanded by Sister Madeline, then fucked by a damn dog, and now she was Marie’s little bitch. The girl went inside, settling on a shower before climbing into bed for the night. As she drifted off to sleep from utter exhaustion she pressed her fingers into her battered cunt, needing to feel full as she fell asleep.

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This was a weekend away that changed my life, and gave me more sexual pleasure than ever before

It all started when my mother called me on the phone at school and left me a message. And it has changed my life – a weekend with an aunt – an experience of a lifetime!

“Danni, can you get tomorrow off if I write a note for you to take to the school?” Mum asked.

“Aunt Jenny has just rung to say the friend staying with her at her Lake District hotel has had to go home, so she wondered if you would like to take her place for Friday and Saturday nights. I can take you over to the hotel, then she will bring you back on Sunday afternoon. I’ll meet you after school if you like, and we can look for some nice clothes for you to wear – it sounds a really plush hotel.” Mum added.

I couldn’t say no. Indeed, I didn’t want to. I had always got on very well with my Aunt – we were really close, and I always just called her Jenny. She was my Mum’s younger sister, and there was a quite a gap between their years, so she was only 10 years older than my age of 16. We always seemed to have a lot in common, she showed a real interest in me and over the last few years even more so.

Funnily enough, I was probably able to talk about almost as much with my mum as with my aunt, but with the exception of sex. Whereas Aunt Jenny would quite frequently bring up the subject of my sexual development, my adventures, and my growing discovery of all things erotic, my mother seemed less willing to discuss such things, almost seeming happy to leave it all to Jenny.

I mean, it wasn’t as if mum wasn’t an attractive woman herself – quite the opposite, and one or two boyfriends I had had who had met her had actually commented on what a sexy mum I had, one even calling her a MILF. (A term I didn’t understand, but one which led to quite an enjoyable discussion with my aunt as she explained it to me later!!)

I had an older sister who I missed very much as she was away at University, and a dad who spent long periods of the year away from home as a merchant shipping captain after he and mum had become separated. This meant that mum and I were alone in the house and obviously spent quite a lot of time together. She always gave me a free reign to do much as I liked, let me dress mostly as I liked, and never had any qualms about me spending time with boys, or indeed girls. She would always show an interest in any friend I brought home, and my girlfriends in particular used to say how lucky I was to have such an open minded free thinking woman for a mum.

Thus, it was no real surprise to find mum encouraging me to take a day off school to have a trip away if she thought it would be something special for me to enjoy.

But back to my Aunt Jenny. I really did love her company, and I loved the fact that we could talk about anything together, clothes, films, boyfriends, girlfriends, and even sex. In fact, although I hadn’t really realised it, recently, especially sex! I regarded her more as a friend than an aunt I think, and the thought of spending two whole days away and alone with just her, filled me full of excitement and anticipation. Occasionally, she had regaled me with one or two of her more erotic adventures, and I couldn’t help feeling a special thrill and I wondered if this weekend could turn out to be another one, but this time one which included me! And maybe that little tingle of excitement extended down between my legs, where I felt that altogether familiar sense of arousal and even a slight moistening. Goodness, what was I thinking…………….

That night, after school, mum took me to the shops so she could help me choose something suitable for two days and nights away in a luxury hotel.

“We’ve got to have you looking your best for my sister”, she told me with a smile. “She always looks pretty hot when she goes out, so we don’t want you feeling under dressed, do we.”

That did surprise me a little, my mum referring to her sister as “pretty hot”, but I certainly couldn’t disagree with her description as I often thought of her that way myself, so it was with a growing sense of excitement that I chose a couple of short dresses, a new skirt, and even some new rather daring new underwear, Mum persuading me that I should buy a sexy set of matching white, lacy, bra and pants, and a particularly daring bra which made the most of my small 34b breasts, even emphasising the shape of my nipples through it.

“You never know what might happen when you are at the hotel”. Mum said. “And we can go through my wardrobe too when we get home. It’s a really smart hotel, and you want to have some nice clothes for the evenings”

“Mmm, mum”, I can’t wait, I replied, “I can’t believe how good it is of you to spend all this time with me.”

“It’s a pleasure sweetie. If a mum can’t spend a little time with her special daughter, then she shouldn’t be a mum. And besides, it’s lovely to see you looking so sexy and desirable. If I know Jenny, she won’t be able to believe just how lovely her number one niece looks when she sees you tomorrow. I can almost hear her heart skipping a beat now!”

I was again surprised to hearing my mother talk like this, but I have to admit I really enjoyed the extra attention she was giving me, and even the hint of naughtiness was adding a special little thrill to everything.

So that’s what we did when we got home. Mum and I are about the same size, both quite tall, about 5ft 9, slim and athletic, and I tried a number of mum’s dresses on in her bedroom, stripping down to my bra and panties in front of her with her helping me, and mum even trying on my new dress herself. This latter meant that I saw my own mother in just her bra and knickers, and I have to admit that I couldn’t help but admire her body.

Mum had had me early in her life which meant that she was only 16 years older than me, and while her breasts were a little fuller than mine, they still seemed a wonderful shape, and her bum in the surprisingly skimpy pair of knickers she was wearing, looked lovely and firm. I even found my eyes drifting down to the front of her panties, and I couldn’t help noticing that there seemed no dark outline under the thin material – “Goodness, had my mum shaved her pussy?” I wondered to myself with another naughty little pang of excitement.

By the time we had finished, I had got exactly what we both agreed would be suitable. A long black dress tight round the waist, fairly low cut, and with a slit up the front which Mum said nicely showed off my long legs, still tanned from a recent holiday in Greece and a shorter dress which I absolutely loved; white with blue trim, again lowish, showing off my breasts and with thin straps leaving my tanned shoulders almost completely bare and really emphasising my figure.

Mum complimented me on my choice, and even made nice comments on my breasts and figure, saying how nice my boobs were and how she bet there’d be plenty boys eyeing me up over the weekend, and maybe even one or two girls.

“I think I’d better have a word with my sister to make sure she takes good care of you,” she said with a naughty grin.

“Heaven knows what attention you are going to get looking as sexy and desirable as this!”

This was the first time mum had ever mentioned me looking sexy, and also girls being attracted, or even attractive, and I couldn’t help wondering if mum had ever had an interest in that direction. At one time while we had been trying on clothes, she’d run her hands down my back, smoothing a dress over my bum, and I had a strange thrill as her fingers traced the outline of my backside and down over the back of my thighs. A strangely intimate touch from my mother I thought, but one I found surprisingly enjoyable, and one I had wanted to go on even longer. What was I thinking?

Together with the clothes I had bought earlier we agreed I was perfectly ready for two nights and days in a nice hotel. I took the clothes back to my room, now just wearing my bra and knickers, and started putting things together for the weekend. For some reason I was now feeling as horny as hell – maybe it was trying all these clothes on with my mum with us both having just our underwear on, and sometimes even just our knickers, or whether it was the thought of the weekend, or whether even it was the occasional slightly suggestive comments mum had made, but I had a desperate urge to touch myself. I hadn’t had sex for a couple of months, having finished with my boyfriend, and I had had to resort to masturbation for my sexual satisfaction, something I must admit I did fairly often. Most nights, in fact. Now again, I could feel that oh so familiar ache between my thighs, and I could tell my pussy was already moist.

I had heard the shower running next door, so I knew Mum had been in the shower, and I thought by now she would have gone downstairs, so I was confident I wouldn’t be interrupted. First though, I wanted to get a couple more things from Mum’s room, and I quickly slipped in there, again with only my underwear on.

I could hardly believe the sight that met me when I went in – far from having gone downstairs, my mum was lying on the bed naked, her lags apart, one hand playing with one of her breasts, and the other hand holding a vibrator against her slit, and rubbing it over and around her clit. Her eyes, were closed, and she was moaning quietly to herself as she slowly became more and more aroused in front of my eyes. I should have left immediately, but I was strangely drawn to the sight of my own mother masturbating, so rather than leave I stayed watching for a few minutes feeling myself becoming more and more aroused. Finally, I knew I shouldn’t let her see me in this highly personal moment, so I tried to slip back out of the room. I must have made some slight noise though, because mum suddenly opened her eyes and saw me.

“Oh my God”, she said, her face flushing with embarrassment, as she pulled the vibrator away from her cunt and sat up on the bed, “I’m so sorry Danni”.

“No Mum, I’m sorry, it’s my fault, I didn’t know you were still up here or I wouldn’t have come in to your room,” I said, disappearing out of her room, equally embarrassed, and quickly going back to my own.

I didn’t know how to feel – I knew mum masturbated. I had heard her occasionally, and since she was divorced she hadn’t had a permanent man in her life. I had also seen a couple of sex toys in her room, so I knew that she pleasured herself with them. But to actually see her, naked, her pussy wet and exposed in front of me, aroused and playing with herself, was a completely different thing.

Maybe she had felt horny just like I had. Maybe she had felt the same urge to touch and arouse herself just like I almost did.

I went in the shower myself, and while I fingered my cunny a little and played with my tits and nipples as I washed, I had lost the desperate urge to make myself cum. After all, I had all night, so after getting dressed I went downstairs, where I was indeed still struggling with all the strange emotions I was experiencing.

Being semi naked with my mother choosing clothes, feeling (and enjoying) her touch on my bum, and now seeing her naked, seeing her exposed lovehole, and seeing her masturbating was all managing to totally confuse and bewilder me, and not to say also, strangely arouse and excite me.

I must admit, therefore, that I was a little nervous about seeing mum after what had happened in her bedroom, but when I walked in she was there already making the tea. I hugged her, and apologised for coming into her room. “That’s alright – it was my fault” she said with a smile and a kiss on my cheek, and we said no more, although I couldn’t help but be more than usually aware of her breasts pressing against mine as we hugged, and both of us maybe held on to each other just a little longer than usual.

Was I imagining things, or did I think my mother looked rather sexy that evening. My own mother? Whatever was I thinking?

Later that night as we were chatting, we started talking about Jenny, and I asked mum why she thought she hadn’t married. I mean, she is an extremely attractive sexy woman.

“Maybe she just hasn’t found the right person” mum said, and I noted she said person, not man.

Anyway, by the time I got back to my room I was really looking forward to my weekend away with Jenny, and I admit I was also looking forward to getting my fingers deep inside my by now very wet and wanton pussy and bringing myself off a couple of times. Imagine my surprise to see beside my bed, mum’s vibrator, with a little note saying “just in case!!!”

I couldn’t wait, and in what seemed seconds I was naked on a towel on my bed with first my fingers, then the vibrator rubbing my so, so sensitive cunt.

I needed to cum really badly, so I rubbed my clit with my fingers before letting the vibrator take over. I had used one before, but I tend to prefer my fingers, but on this occasion I was so desperate for relief that I just put the toy up to maximum, and pressed and rubbed it around my engorged clitoris. I came in no time, and I am sure I made quite a noise, so I hoped mum hadn’t heard, …….. but then she had left the toy for me, hadn’t she?

I brought myself off twice more after that, pushing my fingers in and out of my sopping cunt, rubbing them up and down my soaking slit , tasting my own juice from my fingers, and even slipping one finger up my arsehole for a little while, while I used the vibrator again, and also squeezing and tweaking my erect and sensitive nipples. Thank goodness I’d thought to put a towel under myself, or I’m sure my sheets would have been soaked!

Eventually I drifted off to sleep, exhausted with my sexual stimulation, and next morning I was up early, ate a quick breakfast, before mum took me to the station for the train to the town where I was meeting Jenny.

“You have got everything” she said with a smile, “and I do mean EVERYTHING” she added with a wink.

“Yes, all securely packed, including your little present. I hope you can do without it for two nights” I replied, with a grin.

We hugged, and mum kissed me on the lips, telling me to enjoy myself. “I know Jenny will look after you. Make sure you have lots of fun together, and make the most of this special opportunity to spend time with Jenny” were her parting words.

She seemed to add extra emphasis on that last sentence and I have to admit I was still feeling a little horny after last night, so when I went to the train toilet for a pee, I spent a little longer in there than I should, not cumming, but playing with myself a little, pushing my fingers into my cunt, tasting my sweet juices from them, then putting them back and rubbing them over my clit. My pussy lips were engorged, as was my clit, and I found them extremely sensitive to every touch of my fingers. I loved the feel, sensitive, smooth, moist, and erotic as I slid my fingers up and down my slit. I seemed to be constantly getting into a state of arousal, and I wasn’t really sure why. I mean, I was going to spend a weekend with my aunt, and sexy though she was, who did I think I was going to be fucking? Who did I think I was going to be having sex with?

And I must admit I did also have the occasional thought about seeing my mum naked, her legs apart, her sex wide open, fingering her breasts and playing with her nipples while rubbing her clit and using the toy on herself. I couldn’t help but find myself being strangely aroused, but I put those thoughts behind me as the train pulled into the station and I saw Jenny waiting for me.

She looked great. She had on tight jeans, a white t shirt, both of which emphasised her neat figure, and black shoes with just enough of a heel to emphasise the shape of her denim clad legs. She was about the same height as me, 5ft 8 or 9, and the jeans showed off her lovely bum to perfection. The t shirt was v necked, and showed a hint of cleavage, her top tight over her breasts, her nipples poking through the material slightly. We kissed and hugged, me feeling her breasts against mine as we did so.

“Goodness, you look great Danni”, she said, standing back and looking me up and down. “I can see I’m going to have to keep you very close to me for the next two days and make sure all your inevitable admirers don’t snatch you away.

For some reason I was especially pleased I had spent so much time choosing my clothes and caused such a reaction from my favourite aunt.

“You look pretty good too, Jenny” I replied. “Maybe I’m going to have to keep just as close an eye on you too…..”

“Come on, I’ll show you our hotel and room, I’m sure you’ll love it,” she said, “then I’ve booked us a massage each before lunch. You’ll adore that too, I just know”

It was only a short journey to the hotel, and she took me straight up to our room.
Wow. It was huge, and so luxurious. There was a fabulous bathroom with a spa bath (“Bubbles and jets of water coming at you in all the naughtiest sexy places” Jenny said as she gave me a hug), a separate sitting room with a couch and a large chair, but pride of place went to the actual bedroom with in the middle this huge 4 poster bed.

I couldn’t help but jump straight on it, and lie back, legs spread out, and just lie there revelling in the comfort.

“Jenny this is amazing”, I said “Come and let me give you a hug”.

She joined me on the bed, and I hugged her tight, again our breasts touching and this time me holding her whole body against mine, and her hugging me tight as well, our whole bodies pressed against one another.

“It’s a pleasure” she replied. “I’ve wanted us to spend some time together for ages, and this seemed the perfect chance. I hope you don’t mind that there is only one bed, it’s the only room they had. Come on, let’s get undressed and go down to the massage room. The masseusses are two Thai ladies, and they know just how to get to all those sensitive tender spots and those aching muscles. You will never have had a massage like these two girls give”

We undressed down to just our knickers, and for the first time in my life I saw Jenny’s almost naked body. Yesterday I had seen my mum naked, now today it was my aunt. She showed no inhibitions whatsoever as she undressed, and I could see what lovely breasts she had, and what a cute pert bum too, as she had on little more than a g string under her jeans.

Her breasts were larger than mine, like her sisters but not by a lot. They were firm and nicely rounded, but I couldn’t help noticing her nipples. They seemed a little larger than mine, and quite prominent. Were they even a little hard and erect?
Very, very, sexy I thought. I bet she’d had them sucked a few times.

I put these thoughts out of my mind – she was my aunt after all. What was I thinking of – last night getting turned on by my mum, now feeling aroused by the sight of my aunt’s tits – and together we put on our robes and went off for our massage.

To be continued……………..

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Linda makes her edit. What will be the consequences?

Editing Reality

Book Three: Naughty Fantasies Unleashed

Chapter Twelve: Wife’s Naughty Edits

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this.

Becky Davies

“Oh, I can’t wait to have sex with Marissa,” moaned Sam. My younger sister squirmed on my bed. She’d just slipped in with me. She was spending the night in my room. She had a lot of options. We couldn’t stay with our parents tonight. For one, they were at the airport waiting for Marissa’s plane to land. For another, they wanted to enjoy Mom’s special lover together.

We were about to gain another mother. Marissa was marrying Mom and Dad. It was such an interesting thing. For most of my life, Marissa was just my mother’s best friend, the woman she went to Las Vegas a few times a year to visit. I had no idea until recently that she was even Mother’s lover.

It was so hot.

“I’m going to kiss her, of course,” said Sam as she rubbed her belly beside me. She squirmed her hips from side to side. Her small breasts quivering. Her green eyes fluttered. She was cute. “Mmm, I’ll kiss her, and Daddy will breed her.”

“You really like making sure girls are bred, don’t you?” I asked.

“Yep,” she said. Her eyes flicked to me. “Mmm, it’s super hot. Just like you. You’re making me so hot, you know that?”

“Am I?” I asked innocently. I was glad my sister was sleeping in here with me. She could be with one of the concubines, especially since three of them were her friends, or with one of the Anime girls that James had drawn. Sam loved those girls. My little sister was into all that stuff. Video games and Anime. I never had bothered with it.

“Oh, yes, super, duper hot!” She licked her lips around my tongue. Her thighs rubbed together. My clit throbbed and ached. “Mmm, makes me want to do things.”

She rolled over on her side and grabbed my boobies. I gasped at the shock shooting down to my cunt. That heat made me shudder. I groaned as she whimpered, kneading my tits. Her fingers were so wicked. They made me feel amazing. My pussy drank in the sensations. Her green eyes twinkled.

She sat up as she played with my tits. The pleasure rushed through me. My tits were as sensitive as my pussy. It made my cunt ache. It was such a delicious treat. I loved it. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest as she played with them. She had this wicked gleam in her eyes as she found my nipples.

She twisted them.

“Oh, my god,” I gasped, the pleasure electrifying my body. My head swayed, my braid of hair spilling around me. “Sam!”

“Mmm, Becky and her boobies,” Sam said. She shifted and then threw her leg over my head. I stared up at her pussy. Shaved, her vulva parted to expose her pink, inner petals. A tart musk filled my nose as she lowered her twat.

She placed her cunt on my mouth. I shuddered, loving the incestuous contact of her pussy on my lips. She twisted my nipples. Pleasure surged through my body. My twat squeezed as the pleasure rushed through me. My tongue darted through her folds. I caressed at her snatch loving the taste of her.

I shuddered. My hips wiggled from side to side as I licked at her cunt. I thrust my tongue deep into her pussy’s depths. I savored the taste of her. That wonderful, tart passion. The pleasure rippled through my body. She pinched my nubs. Tweaked them.

She leaned over, her hands slipping away from my nipples. She stretched out, her stomach pressing into my sensitive breasts. Her nipples rubbed into my belly as her face nuzzled between my thighs. Into my twat.

“Mmm, sister-pussy!” Sam moaned. She squirmed on me. My little sister rubbed her face into my twat. She breathed in deeply. “Ooh, love that scent. That’s the scent of incest.”

I bucked on the bed, my sensitive nipples rubbing into her belly while her amazing tongue darted through my pussy folds. Sam knew how to eat cunt. My little sister was such a naughty minx. She caressed my labia. She swirled around my clit.

My hands grabbed her cute tush. I massaged her as her tongue fluttered through my folds. My body squirmed beneath her. My nipples ached and throbbed, shooting bliss down to my cunt. I latched onto her clit, sucking hard. My fingers kneaded her rump as I held her tight. I pulled her down to my face.

She moaned into my twat. “Ooh, that’s it. Such a naughty big sis. Eat my cunt! You’re going to make me cum!”

“Oh, yes, yes,” I moaned, my nipples throbbing. They were so sensitive, and her belly felt incredible. “I plan on it!”

My little sister dove her tongue deep into my pussy. She fluttered it around, such a naughty slut. She kept wiggling her hips, massaging her stomach across my nipples. It had to be deliberate. She knew that my nubs were enhanced by our daddy. That he had made them as sensitive as my clit. Pleasure rolled through me.

I wanted to make her feel as much bliss. My fingers slid down into her crack. I traveled lower and lower, searching for her naughty asshole. I found it, feeling her puckered sphincter. I pressed my digits against her backdoor.

I thrust three of them with ease into her bowels.

She felt almost pre-lubed. Her asshole drank in my three digits with almost no resistant. She moaned into my cunt. She fluttered her tongue through me. I pumped my digits in and out of her bowels. She moaned, squirming atop me.

“Yes, yes, that’s great!” Sam moaned. “Ooh, you are such a naughty big sis. Just work those fingers in and out of my cunt. Do it! Damn, yes!”

I sucked on her clit as I reamed her asshole. I savored the feel of her atop me. Eating me. Her tart juices coated the inside of my mouth. My nose nuzzled into her shaved folds. That wonderful, tangy delight filled my nostrils. Every breath made me shutter.

I inhaled deeply, my breasts rising, pressing my hard nipples tighter into her stomach. Delight shot down to my cunt. Her tongue danced around my clit. My orgasms swelled and swelled. I whimpered and groaned. I nibbled on her clit as I reamed her asshole.

“Are you going to cum?” Sam moaned. “Because I am. I’m going to explode on my big sis’s mouth! Yes, yes, yes!”

“Mmm, I’ll make you cum,” I moaned, my cunt clenching. The pleasure surged through my body. My tongue danced through her folds, licking and lapping.

Her bowels squeezed around my three digits. She whimpered into my cunt. Her lips sucked hard on my clit. My little nub throbbed and ached. I trembled beneath my sexy sister. The heat rippled through me.

It was just the best delight. Incest with my sister was amazing. My eyes squeezed shut. I whimpered. My nipples rubbed into her stomach. Her pussy rubbed across my lips. My orgasm swelled and swelled. This wonderful pleasure surged through my body.

She exploded on me. Her juices bathed my face while her asshole convulsed around my digits. Her cream soaked my mouth. It was an amazing treat. She squealed around my clit. She sucked so hard as I licked up her pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned. “Keep sucking. I’m almost there.” My nipples caressed her stomach. Dual blasts of lightning fired to my cunt. “Sam!”

I came on my little sister’s mouth.

My pussy cream gushed out of me. This amazing rush of bliss that flowed out of me. It was an amazing treat. A wonderful, wicked delight. Sparks flared. I whimpered and moaned. My fingers dug into her rump. My digits pulled her pussy against my mouth.

We moaned, cumming together. Sisters united in incest.

“Becky, yes!” Sam moaned, her asshole writhing around my bowels.

My tongue lapped up and down her pussy lips. I feasted on her cunt. I devoured her pussy juices while she did the same to mine. Waves of rapture swept through my body. Stars burst across my eyes. I whimpered. I groaned, my tongue burying into her spasming pussy.

We writhed together, our bodies spasming. My nipples drank in the feel of her silky stomach. Pleasure rushed through my flesh. My mind drank it in. I groaned as my eyes fluttered. My licks slowed to gentle laps at her twat as the pleasure died in me.

“Oh, my god, I love you,” Sam said. She spun around me in a flash, pressing against me and kissing me.

I held her tight, loving my little sister. The flavors of our pussies, tart and spicy, mixed together. I squeezed her tight. My nipples rubbed into her body. Naughty sparks burst through me. I whimpered, my fingers stroking her back.

She pulled her mouth away and rested her head on my shoulder. “We’re going to have so much fun with Marissa.”

I smiled at my sister. “Yes, we are. She’s not going to know what hit her when you descend.”

Sam giggled. “You’re an amazing big sis. I can’t believe we hated each other in the original timeline.”

I smiled. Our worldline had been changed by our daddy. We were closer than sisters should be. I held her tight as I closed my eyes and sank into sleep. When I woke up, my parents would be home with Marissa.

Our family was about to get a little naughtier.

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

Linda Davies

Reality paused.

Lilith shuddered as she watched. The silver-haired demon slid her hands up her body and squeezed her big boobs. I was doing this. I had Marissa, paused, pressed against me. On the other side of me lay my husband. He was asleep, finally passing out. It had been a long night. Since picking up Marissa at the airport after midnight and getting home with her, we’d been going at it hot and heavy.

Marissa was fitting in wonderfully. She was accepting my husband for the first time in my life. Steve had edited her and brought her into our marriage. I was so happy. It was why I had to ensure that we always had this power.

It was time for Steve to edit the only obstacle to our happiness. Sandalphon was Damocles’s sword hanging over us. A check on our power. If Steve went too far, the angel and his flaming sword would descend and end everything.

Unless Steve could edit the angel and make him serve us.

I shuddered. It would upgrade my husband’s phone, too. What would gaining an angel as powerful as Sandalphon do to his editing app? He had twelve charges. Six from Anael and six from Jophiel. By editing them, he’d doubled the number of charges they would give.

“Mmm, I can feel it,” Lilith said. “You’ve made your decision.”

“I have,” I said. My heart pounded beneath my chest. The pleasure rushing through my body. My thighs rubbed together, my pussy on fire. I was placing more power into my husband’s hands. That made me so wet.

I would support him. Help him. Guide how he used it the way a good wife should.

I opened my husband’s menu.

Steven Davies [Edited by the Most High]

• Physical

• Mental

• Spiritual

I studied the menu, wondering how I should do this. I had helped my husband brainstorm modifying people and things before. I had a good idea how to do this. I tapped the Mental Menu.

Mental

• Knowledge

• Personality

• Intellect

• Illness

I studied my choices. Knowledge? I nodded, that was it. I clicked the Knowledge Sub-Menu.

Knowledge

• Physical Skills

• Artistic Skills

• Sexual Skills

• Memory

I hit Memory Sub-Menu and then the Addition Sub-Menu. That brought up a text box. A cursor blinked there. I could type in, adding knowledge for my husband to learn when time unpaused.

• Steven will learn Sandalphon’s real name when he comes across it in a book. It will click in his mind and he will know that this is the angel’s name with a profound certainty.

I hoped that would work. I wasn’t sure, but it had to. That knowledge inserted, I backed out to the Main Menu and clicked on the Spiritual Menu.

Spiritual

• Sexuality

• Faith

• Morality

• Social

• Aura

I knew this choice instantly. I just had to find it on the list. It was the last option. I clicked on the Aura Menu. Another text box appeared. My husband had no auras on him. The Most High hadn’t given him one, and my husband could never edit himself.

I was cheating. I was hacking into the system using the powers of Hell. If I was doing this for selfish reasons, I knew it would be bad. Have consequences. But I wasn’t. I was doing this out of love for my family. I wanted to preserve all our happiness. That made this right. I could feel it in my heart.

What I was doing was correct. Proper.

• Steve Davies exudes an aura that will lead someone to leave behind a book that will give him the true name of Sandalphon.

“You have this look of elation on your face,” purred Lilith. “What are you up to?”

“Saving my family,” I told her.

“Mmm, noble,” Lilith said, a faint sneer in her voice. Derision dripped out of her.

I backed up to the Spiritual Menu and clicked the Sexuality Sub-Menu followed by the Desire Sub-Menu.

Desires

• Deletion

• Revision

• Addition

I hit Addition so I could add a new passion in my husband’s life. Just learning Sandalphon’s name wasn’t enough. Steve could be stubborn when he wanted to. Especially when he was being principled. Already, he was against editing Sandalphon. He didn’t want to risk things. He thought things could keep going the way they were, but I recognized a threat. Sandalphon could fall on us at any time.

The Most High could change his mind. But if we subverted his most powerful entity…

• Steve Davies desires to take over the world and remake it in his image. He will not let anything stop him from doing that. No fear of threats even from Sandalphon will dissuade him.

“That is interesting,” Lilith purred, peering over my shoulder. Her large breasts swayed over my head. “If you add one more line, he’ll gladly do whatever you say. Just type, ‘Steve Davies listens to everything his wife tells him because he desires to make her happy. He knows that to make her happy, he has to listen to her.’”

A wicked shudder rippled through me. It would be so easy to do that. A moment later, anger swelled.

I looked up at the demon, my eyes narrowing. “You don’t understand love at all.”

“Oh, I understand it,” she purred. Her hand stroked across my forehead. “It’s those hormones brimming in your brain, manipulating you, driving you to act in a predictable manner.”

“That’s lust.” I glared at her. “Love is something that transcends the flesh. My husband could have made me his slave. He could have made me his puppet, but instead, he gave me more freedom than I deserved, and you want me to repay him by making him my toy?”

Anger surged through me. I was done. I moved up to the COMPILE button at the top of the screen. I hit it and

YES

or

NO

appeared. I didn’t hesitate to hit yes. The changes rippled out of my phone. A warmth spread through the plastic as Lilith wavered and vanished. The changes slid over the world, over my husband.

The app on my phone vanished. My main screen appeared. All the icons of my installed apps appearing in their rows. One spot was missing. The editing app. I had my one use. I had done it. I had changed things for the better.

“Well?” Marissa asked. “Are you going to do it” She shifted beside me, pressing her breasts into my side.

“I just did it,” I said, this nervous writhe rippling through my stomach. What had I just done? Was it the right thing.

“Good,” Marissa said. She nuzzled against me. “You believed this was the right thing to do?”

“Yeah,” I said, setting my phone down on the nightstand. “I do.”

“Then it will all work out.”

I hoped so.

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

Sam Davies

“Sam,” gasped JoBeth as I dragged her with me through the house. “What has you so excited?”

“Marissa is here!” I squealed. “Come on!”

My college uniform’s gray skirt whisked around my thighs. I had woken up at the crack of dawn. Earlier. I was so excited. I took my shower and got dressed and now I was eager to have so much fun. I licked my lips.

I dragged JoBeth from the concubine wing of the house, nodding to the Anime girls that were up and getting the house ready for the day. They were all so cute in their outfits. They were taken from their video games or anime or comic books or movies. There were two different versions of Wonder Woman running around, one based on the new movies and one based on the comic books. They both were sexy.

They should have sex with each other. Ooh, that would be hot.

I dragged JoBeth upstairs and to my parents’ master bedroom. I threw it open and found them all asleep. Mom was in the middle, Marissa on her right and Daddy on her left. I licked my lips at the sight of Marissa. I’d seen pics of her naked, her skin a lovely shade of tan, her hair curly and black. She had round breasts and suckable nipples and a shaved twat.

What did she taste like? I was about to find out.

“Wake them up with your kiss,” I told her. “That’ll energize them. Start with Marissa.”

“Fine,” JoBeth said. She headed to the bed and leaned over Marissa. As she bent down to kiss the sleeping woman, I yanked back the covers exposing all their sexy bodies. Mom was hugging Daddy in her sleep, her breasts pressed on his. Marissa was on her back, her left arm beneath Mom’s body like they fell asleep spooning then Marissa had rolled away.

JoBeth’s lips met Marissa’s.

The sexy woman gasped awake like she’d gotten a jolt of adrenaline. JoBeth’s kisses washed away fatigue. They were like energy drinks, only they didn’t taste nasty.

“What the fuck?” gasped Marissa then she jumped in startled shock as I dove between her thighs. “Holy shit, Sam?”

I plunged my tongue into her pussy, savoring her sweet delight. She shuddered as my tongue fluttered up and down her folds. I teased her, driving her wild. She groaned, her body shuddering beneath me.

“Oh, my god, Sam, what are you doing?” Marissa moaned as I devoured her pussy.

I stared up her body, her tan breasts jiggling as my tongue fluttered through her folds. Beside her, Mom came awake from JoBeth’s kiss, and now the naughty concubine was moving to plant one on Daddy’s mouth.

“Oh, my, Sam,” Mom purred. “Mmm, welcoming Marissa into the family?”

“She definitely is,” Marissa moaned. “Oh, my god, she’s only eighteen! That’s so hot. She’s young enough to be my daughter.”

“We are the same age,” Mom pointed out. “Don’t sound so surprised.”

I loved Marissa’s delight. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and pulled her tight against me. My pussy was getting hot, but I didn’t care. I was having too much fun eating her out while Mom and Daddy watched me. I felt my parents’ eyes on me eat out their new wife’s pussy.

That meant Marissa was like my step-mom or something. This was almost incest.

My tongue danced through her folds. I teased her as I feasted on her. She gasped and moaned, her body trembling as I devoured her. I licked and lapped at her. Her body humped against me. She gasped and groaned, her head tossing back and forth. Her pussy cream spilled over my mouth, the flavor so yummy.

A naughty delight.

My tongue darted through her folds. I licked at her. I lapped at her. She shuddered on the mattress. Her mouth humped against my twat. Her breasts jiggled. This wonderful heat rushed through me. My dick throbbed and ached. It was a treat to enjoy. My tongue darted through her folds.

“Oh, wow, Sam!” gasped my step-mom. “Oh, your daughter is naughty, Linda.”

“Mmm, she’s your daughter now,” my mom said.

“She’s a naughty minx,” Daddy said. “Aren’t you, kumquat?”

“Just the naughtiest,” I moaned into Marissa’s cunt.

She gasped and moaned as my tongue whipped through her pussy lips. I gathered up her sweet cream. Her head tossed back and forth from the pleasure I gave her. She whimpered and moaned as my tongue brushed her clit.

Her passion inspired me. I sucked and nibbled on her clit. My new step-mom humped against my face. She smeared that wonderful pussy across my mouth. It was a treat to enjoy. To feast on her sweet cunt.

A pure delight to experience.

“I’m going to cum on your mouth, Sam!” my step-mother moaned.

“Mmm, yes,” Mom purred, squirming in Daddy’s arms. “This is better than TV.”

“Our own live porn put on by our daughter,” Daddy said, his hands squeezing Mom’s big tits.

“Yep!” I moaned. “SamTV, the best place for porn in the world!”

Marissa gasped as my mouth sucked on her clit. I held her tight to me, my tongue darting around her folds. She whimpered, her breast jiggling. They were so delicious. I shot my right hand up her body and grabbed one.

I kneaded her plump mound as I sucked on her clit. Her juices soaked my lips and chin. The scent of her sweet cream filled my nose. I squeezed her breast. My schoolgirl uniform rustled about me as I squirmed, my skirt swaying, caressing my thighs.

My cunt was on fire.

“Oh, Sam, you’re going to make me cum!” my step-mom moaned.

“Good!” I purred, squeezing her boob.

My tongue danced through her folds. I licked and lapped at her. I plundered my tongue deep into her cunt. She gasped. Her pussy clenched down on my tongue while her thighs squeezed about my face. She ground against me, showing off how hot I made her. Which drove me wild to feast on her with such hunger.

“Wow,” JoBeth said, peering down. “You’re so good at this, Sam.”

“She is!” Marissa moaned. “Oh, I don’t know you, sweetie.”

“JoBeth,” the brunette girl said. “I’m one of the concubines.”

“Daddy bred her!” I moaned and then sucked on Marissa’s clit again.

The sexy woman gasped. Her body bucked. Her pussy smeared hot against my mouth. I squeezed her boob as I felt her building towards that wonderful orgasm. My parents watched with hunger in their eyes as I feasted on their new wife.

I loved the taste of Marissa’s passion. I licked and lapped up her cream. My new step-mother shuddered. I found her clit and nibbled on it again. I pinched her nipple at the same moment. Marissa gasped sharply.

Then she cried out in rapture.

“Sam!”

Hot pussy cream flooded out of her. I licked and lapped up the wonderful treat. I closed my eyes, savoring it pouring over my cheeks and chin. That yummy, spicy musk filled my nose. I reveled in it as her pussy juices gushed out of her.

I licked and lapped them up. I savored every drop of her orgasmic passion. That sweet delight melted on my tongue as she thrashed on the bed. My parents groaned. I put on such a naughty show for them.

“Sam! Oh, my god, Sam!” the sexy Marissa panted. “Oh, god, you are your mother’s daughter. The way you eat pussy…”

I lifted my head and beamed at her. “Thank you!”

I threw myself up her body and planted a fertile kiss on her lips. I felt that tingle rush out of me as her tongue lapped up her own cream off my mouth. I shuddered atop her, my schoolgirl uniform rustling.

Then, feeling wicked, I rolled off of her and grabbed JoBeth’s hand. “Well, good morning! Need to get ready for classes.”

“Oh, god, but I need more!” Marissa moaned. “Steve, I need your cock in me. I’m going to have to go all day without it, so give it to me.”

I smiled as I watched Daddy slip over Mom and mount his new wife. There would be another baby coming in nine months. I loved it. As Daddy rammed his cock into Marissa’s fertile pussy, my cunt clenched.

I closed the door and grinned at JoBeth. “Now, did you pay close attention to how I ate her pussy?”

The cute brunette nodded her head, her little titties jiggling.

I pulled up my skirt, exposing the pink panties I wore. They had small, silver rings at the hips, connecting the two halves of the narrow waistband. “Then show me. Get down on your knees and eat me out.”

She did.

I smiled as Becky emerged naked from our bedroom and smiled at me as she headed to the bathroom, her long braid of dark-red hair swaying down her back. I shuddered and enjoyed the bliss of this house.

It was amazing. I loved it.

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

Linda Davies

I was nervous on the drive to the college. Last night, I edited him. Steve was driving us instead of using one of the Anime girls. He was glancing at the town, smiling at the sense of community that seemed to be growing around us. He had a look of joy in his eyes. He had changed this town for the better.

We passed one of the new nuclear plants. It still made me a little nervous, but everyone had overridden me on that. I had to trust Becky that this would work. Just like I had to trust myself. I did this for my husband. For my family. My edit wasn’t selfish. That had to be a difference. I did this for love.

Wasn’t that the greatest power in the universe. Faith, Hope, and Love, it said in the bible. And the greatest of them was Love.

“You okay?” Steve asked as we neared Rainier Christian College.

“Yeah, just… Marissa being here has me excited.”

He smiled and patted my knee. “I know it does. I’m glad I did this for us.” He squeezed my thigh through my nurse’s scrubs. “Besides, I bet you’ll have a schoolgirl cutie showing up to the nurse’s office to calm you down.”

“Hopefully,” I said, my stomach whirling. I just wanted this to be over. I hoped this worked. That Steve would edit Sandalphon by days end.

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

Steve Davies

I sat down naked at my desk in my classroom. I was used to going naked in here. I had grown comfortable being nude before my students. The boys didn’t notice, and the girls loved it. They squirmed, getting juicy. I usually enjoyed one per lesson, but not always. I did enjoy teaching, and often just had a girl sucking on my cock.

Of course, two of my concubines were in my first class. Nikkole and Kyleigh were making out, fondling each other’s naked tits. I unfolded the Seattle Post-Intelligencer for today and smiled at the top headline.

Olympia Lawmakers Propose Law to Legalize Bigamy, Incest

I smiled as I read the article. It was all about the rumor of new laws that were percolating out of various lawmakers’ offices in Olympia. I had edited the State Capitol last night. There was a law to encourage the expansion of nuclear power, of common sense ideas to help out those in need. The author wrote it like it was all so important. After all, he was living in Seattle, another city I’d edited.

Things were going great.

My class filed in as Nikkole moaned, getting her pussy eaten out by Kyleigh. I let them have their fun as I launched into my English lesson. My students were eager. Seth was in class. My former enemy had no idea that he even once held the power to edit reality. He was just a happy college student who had a pair of girlfriends.

I made sure he was happy after I crushed him.

I was just a nice guy. It was easier than punishing someone. This Seth was a different guy than the one who tried to take away my powers.

My next hour was a free one for me. I had a hot time with Nikkole, Kyleigh, and Babette. The French girl screamed her head off on my cock while Nikkole and Kyleigh sucked on her nipples. I wrote her a note to excuse her before sending her to her next class with a pussy full of my cum.

During lunch, Linda was distracted. She kept glancing at me like she expected something from me. I wanted to draw it out of her, but our daughters and concubines were with us, all of us eating in my classroom. The girls were talking and laughing. JoBeth was fitting in with the others.

I kept glancing at my wife. She just would give me tight smiles. It was clear she was worried about something. I wanted to pry it out of her. I thought about just opening the app and seeing what it was. I could find out everything she was thinking if I wanted to.

It felt like a violation. Like snooping through her phone because I didn’t trust her. I did. So looking at her through the app would be even more of a violation. It would be piercing through her privacy. She’d tell me when she was ready.

Hopefully.

I took her hand as the others filed out and squeezed it. “Whatever it is, it’ll be fine.”

“I know,” she said. “I just feel like something is going to happen. Something momentous.”

“What?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m probably just being silly. You know, things are going great, so I guess I’m waiting for that other shoe to drop.”

“For another editor to show up and challenge us?” I grinned at her. “I can just edit him. I’d have more powers. I won’t let anything stop what we’re doing.”

“I know that.” She smiled and kissed me. “It’s going to work out. I can feel it.”

I enjoyed my wife while our daughters and concubines watched, cheered, and fingered each other. I sent my wife to her nurse’s office with a pussy full of cum. I hoped she hadn’t had her girl for the day, because that lucky coed would get a delicious creampie to enjoy.

I enjoyed Kizzy during my fourth period. She had a tight asshole and gasped out in rapture as she came on my dick. Her bowels rippled around my cock. My balls tightened. And then they flooded her with cum. She had such a happy smile on her face as she headed back to sit by her boyfriend. She absently took his hand while my cum leaked out of her bowels. It felt amazing.

During my fifth class, I enjoyed Shahrazad Darzi sucking my dick clean. She cleaned Kizzy’s asshole off my shaft with hunger. Shahrazad stared up at me as she blew me. She had such a look of joy in her eyes as she cleaned my cock and swallowed my cum with hunger.

Then I launched into my lecture on Shakespeare’s King Leer, teaching my students, having fun. I enjoyed this more than being mayor, which I would have to do once classes were over. I had to go and do my duties for the town.

Soon, I would have to give up teaching as my power grew. Maybe that was why spending more time lecturing than enjoying the various cuties.

My students filed out of the classroom. I frowned, realizing that Stefan Roydon had left a book on his desk. It wasn’t a textbook. It was a large paperback. I turned it around and saw that it was a book on Christian Theology. I turned it around, picking it up.

“Mr. Davies!” JoBeth purred as she entered the classroom. My concubine was in my final class of the day. She was already stripping out of her sweater vest, exposing her white blouse and gray tie she wore beneath. She quickly doffed the rest of her uniform. “How’s it going?”

“Not bad,” I said. “Fucked Kizzy up the ass and had Shahrazad suck my dick clean.”

“Hot,” she said, licking her lips. “Can I suck your dick? I need some cum in me. You know, because of my condition.” The minx rubbed her belly.

“It’s a little early for you to have any pregnancy craving,” I said.

“So?”

I winked at her.

She hurried over and fell to her knees beneath me. I groaned as she sucked me. My thumb flipped through the book. I hadn’t read this one. I used to devour books on Christian Theology. I taught them to some of my classes. My dick throbbed in JoBeth’s mouth.

Since gaining my app, I’d learned that what I believed about the Most High and what he did weren’t quite the same. It was like things had changed since the bible was penned. Like someone had edited reality but the Bible had missed the ripples or something.

“Damn!” I gasped as JoBeth’s mouth sucked hard on my dick. Her tongue danced around my cock, sending a jolt. My twitching fingers stopped the pages flipping. My heart pounded through my body. My balls tightened.

My eyes fell on the chapter title. “On the Allegory of the Garden of Eden.”

Beneath it was the picture of an angel with a flaming sword standing before a gate. I groaned as that picture, that name, struck me. Eden… My heart pounded in my chest as I shook. I stared hard at the angel standing before the gate. It had a bright sword with fire dancing around it. Just like Sandalphon.

Didn’t Anael mention that Sandalphon guarded the Gates of Eden to keep Adam and Eve from re-entering? I shuddered, JoBeth sucking hard on my cock. The pleasure surged through me as this strange leap of intuition stuck me. It electrified my body like a jolt of lightning had thundered down and struck me.

I shuddered as my balls tightened. JoBeth sucked on me as I trembled. It couldn’t be his real name. Eden… The place where everything began. The place where the Most High walked on the earth. A garden was highly symbolic. A place of plants, so it represented the natural world, but it wasn’t wild. It was placed where men had tamed it, planted the various flowers, bushes, and trees in specific locations. It represented how the chaos of the world was brought into order. Sandalphon was the Angel of Death and Destruction. He was an agent of chaos.

Yet he was tamed by the Most High, his devastation directed in a focused, controlled manner.

“Damn,” I moaned.

I set the book down and looked around for my phone. It was right there on the desk. I wanted to go for it, but I had JoBeth’s hot, warm, delicious mouth wrapped around my dick. My cock throbbed and ached in her mouth. My hands slid through her curly, brown hair. Her green eyes glowed as she stared up at me, the freckles on her cheeks almost dancing when she sucked.

The pleasure was incredible. The surge of excitement lanced through my body. I held my concubine’s head tight and fucked her mouth. Was this it? Had I found what I needed? Could I edit Sandalphon?

I had to edit him for my family’s future. I couldn’t let anything stop me from remaking the world in my image. To make a world for all my children to live in and find happiness. I shuddered, my hips thrusting forward hard and fast.

I hit the back of JoBeth’s throat and kept going. My concubine gasped in shock as she felt my dick sliding down her gullet. She didn’t fight me. She surrendered to me as she deep-throated her first cock. She took more and more of my dick down her tight esophagus.

She moaned. The humming bliss surged around my cock. I groaned, loving the feel of it. This heady rush shot through me. I shuddered, my heart pounding in my chest. This fiery heat surged through me. My balls grew tighter and tighter. Pleasure built in my nuts.

“Damn,” I grunted as her lips pressed into my pubic hair. Her nose nuzzled into the dark curls. Her green eyes shone. “This is it.”

She moaned louder.

That buzz of her passion rippled around my cock. A wonderful thrill. I drew back my hips, her mouth sucking the entire way. The pleasure reached down into my balls. They grew heavier and heavier with the rush of exhilaration surging through me, feeding on the feel of JoBeth’s amazing throat.

I slammed my cock down her throat again. My nutsack smacked into her chin. The meaty sound echoed. She whimpered. Her hands grabbed my hips. Her fingernails bit into my flesh. She worshiped me. Such a good concubine.

I was glad I had her. All of them.

“Our child is going to have a bright future,” I growled, thrusting my cock hard and fast down her gullet. My balls smacked into her chin, my wiry bush spilling over her lips and nose at the end of every thrust. I savored the way her mouth sucked at my cock as I drew back for the next plunge.

It was incredible. Amazing. I pumped away at her delicious mouth, savoring the wet, tight warmth of her throat. It was this incredible rush. A power that surged through me. It was an amazing passion. A delight that built and built in my nuts. A power that would explode through my body.

I would fire my cum down her throat. I would flood her stomach. She sucked so hard. She moaned. She loved my cock plunging down her gullet. My balls smacked into her chin over and over, the cum swelling the pressure in them.

“JoBeth, you’ll see!” I growled. “There will be paradise on Earth!”

She moaned in delight. She sucked hard at my cock. Her eyes squeezed tight. She trembled and moaned. Her cheeks hollowed with every plunge down her throat. Her esophagus massaged me as she swallowed. It was incredible.

I rammed to hilt down her gullet again, soaking in the warmth of her mouth and throat. My balls tightened. Twitched. My cock erupted. Pleasure slammed through my body as I pumped my jizz straight into JoBeth’s belly.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” I groaned. “JoBeth, we’re going to change the world. We’re going to make it into a better place.”

She whimpered in delight. She sucked hard on my cock, her throat working around my shaft as my cum spurted into her stomach. The heady rush shot through me. I held her tight as the dizzying pleasure reached a peak in me.

I threw back my head as rapture held me at the pinnacle of ecstasy. One perfect second of bliss suffused me.

I panted as I came down from heaven. I ripped my cock out of her mouth and moaned, “You are perfect, JoBeth. I love you.”

“I love… you… Mr. Davies…” she panted, drool running down her chin. She patted her naked belly. “Mmm, thank you.”

I winked at her and then rushed to my desk. I grabbed my phone and opened the app. Anael and Jophiel appeared. I wasn’t surprised to find Anael licking Jophiel’s pussy. The Angel of Sexuality never could get enough.

“You look like something momentous has happened, Master,” gasped Jophiel.

“Maybe,” I said and did a search. I shuddered as I found him. Sandalphon. He was locked, requiring a password. I stared at the muscular physique of the angel, his flaming sword in the picture. I could see the restrained violence in him. Discipline tamed the beast in us. Order imposed on Chaos.

I typed in the password: E D E N

He unlocked.

“Holy fucking shit,” I said, a hot tremble racing through me. I backed out immediately. I had no edits left for the day. I would have to wait until midnight for them to refresh.

“What is it, Master?” Jophiel asked, pushing Anael’s head away. “You look… unnerved.”

I shook my head, feeling a sword poised to strike me. Did Sandalphon know I had discovered his real name? “Just an idea. Not sure it will work.”

“Well, discuss it with me, Master,” Jophiel said.

“Are you talking to the angels?” JoBeth asked. She came up beside me as the other students were filing in. I hadn’t noticed them during the blowjob. Girls were getting naked, guys oblivious to everything.

“Yeah,” I said. “It’s okay, Jophiel. You and Anael have your fun.” I closed the app and they faded away.

My dick still throbbed. I grinned at JoBeth as the class set down. She smiled back, arching her eyebrows at me. My hand slid down to cup her cute rump and give it a squeeze. Her green eyes lit up in understanding.

She was a good and loving concubine. She came hard as I fucked her asshole.

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Linda Davies

It was the end of the day. It should have worked. I trembled as I walked into his classroom, feeling the need to get naked. It just felt wrong to wear clothes in here. I absently pulled off my nurse’s scrubs as I stared at my husband. JoBeth was sitting on his lap, looking happy. My husband had this look in his eyes.

He glanced at me and I shivered. He’d done it. He’d figured it out.

“What?” I asked him, my stomach roiling. Please, please let this have worked.

He looked around and motioned me closer. “JoBeth, why don’t you find the others. I need to get to City Hall. Zelda should be driving you all home.”

“Sure, Mr. Davies,” she said. She gave him a kiss and hopped off his lap. She darted towards her clothes, his cum matting her butt-crack.

I took her place on my husband’s lap. “What is it, Steve? You look like you saw a ghost.”

He leaned in and whispered into my ear, “I figured out Sandalphon’s real name. Eden.”

I blinked. I never would have thought to try Eden. Why that name? Why not something martial like Sampson? I squirmed on him, feeling his cock beneath me. I leaned in and nuzzled into my husband’s ear. “What are you going to do, Mr. Mayor.”

“Edit him. I can’t have anything stop me from remaking the world for our family.”

I beamed. “I agree.”

As I kissed him, joy surged through my heart. It worked. I did it. I had ensured nothing could harm us or our children. Steve would do just what he said. The world would be a paradise for everyone. Especially our family.

To be continued…

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did i just enjoy that?

My name is Michelle, my mother is Pilipino and my dad is American, I am told I look quite beautiful, but very young. Im a really light caramel colour that doesn’t change from the top of my forehead to the tips of my toes. I have dark black, almost wavy hair, that comes a little past my shoulder, my eyes are big, and slightly slanted upwards, they give me an exotic look. I am a petite woman, I stand around 5 foot 5” high, I weigh about 50kgs last time I checked, and it seems most of my weight are in my D cup boobs, which seem so much larger on my thin frame. My form is very shapely and I have the desired hourglass figure that most women love. My ass however took after my mother in size, it was small….very very shapely but small. They looked like two oranges had been placed into my jeans. Two perfect, round bubbles, that for me seemed a tad too small. But see I was happy with this, I loved my life, I loved myself, everything was going well with me. If I could change anything in my life it would be just to be a little taller.

This event occurred earlier this week, it changed my life. Everything seemed so much more different now. I work at a up and coming law firm, about an hours drive from my house. The only issue was the law firm couldn’t afford a flashy building in the city so we were on the outskirts of town, in a not so…pleasant area. But it wasn’t too bad. Most of the people in the neighbourhood knew me well, as I helped with a lot of their cases. So one evening I had to stay back late, around 10pm I left the office, I immediately felt the cold air hit me, I only had my business attire, so the formal skirt and the stockings weren’t doing much to assist with the cold. As well as this my top and jacket were only there to look good and served no function against the chilly air. I took a quick look around to make sure no undesirables were in the area, all the buildings were commercial buildings so they were all closed down after a hard Mondays work. Only one street light was working about 30 metres away. My car was parked under a highway overpass about 50 metres from the light. I headed towards my car. As I passed the street light I noticed every step I took it was getting much harder to see. As if god had cursed me the street light flickered and then stopped working.

“oh no” I mumbled, just my luck. It took me a few seconds for my eyes to readjust, and honestly speaking it didn’t help much at all. I waved my hands in front of my face and I could see just a faint outline of my hands. Luckily for me my phone had a flashlight on it, putting it on I continued towards my truck, I felt vulnerable and acred though, as the light made the path in front of me visible, it made everything around it nearly invisible. As I got to my run down car I finally relaxed a little, but my peripheral vision had been blinded, and I completely missed the stationwagon that must have been parked there the whole time. I started to fumble at the car lock with my keys when I heard a small thud behind me, I let out a small shriek and dropped my keys and my phone, I quickly turned around. I heard my phone screen shatter but luckily for me, my phone landed so that the light was shining up between me and this person I know faced.

I let out a sigh of relief, it was a women, I was so relieved I laughed a little, “oh my goodness” I cried out “im so sorry babe, you scared me”

She smiled back, she carried herself quite confidently given the time of night and the area we were in, “don’t worry about it sweet heart” she replied “I just thought you might need some help, looks like some assholes slashed your tires”

I looked down at my tires, she was right, all of them were slashed. I looked at this woman again, this time grateful she stayed back, thankful that she noticed and cared enough to stay here. I smiled my sweetest smile at her, I had a beautiful smile. I swear it seemed like her heart beat faster as she took a deep breath. She was what one would call a BBW she was a white women who had the same hourglass figure I had but with way more girth, she was at least a head and a half taller than me and probably was close to double my weight. She had light brown shoulder length had which she tied up, wearing jeans and a jumper that was struggling to keep all her voluptuous goodies inside. Her boobs were massive too, and eye level to me, and she had a very wide behind. With a croaky voice she said “hop into my car love, I know who you are, aren’t you that lawyer girl? You helped about my friend Jess”

I didn’t quite remember Jess, but I did have a lot of clients, I tolf her thank you and went to her station wagon. “I hope you don’t mind Mrs, but my car doesn’t have any seats except the drivers seat. I use this for my removal business” she informed me.

I didn’t really have a choice so I said jokingly “of course I don’t mind, I will just lay in down and hope its not a bumpy ride”

And with that I opened the two door and hopped in just as she got in too. She really wasn’t joking the inside of this station wagon seemed huge, the passengers seats were all removed it really was just her seat in here. I sat on the floor cross legged. That’s when I noticed how soft the floor was, it seemed like she had taken the floor of the vehicle and somehow stuck layer upon layer of blankets on it. As the women started driving I kept slipping and falling, at one point I almost hit my head. “hey, I said, I didn’t catch your name, but is it ok if I actually lay down? Im flying everywhere” I asked

“yeh honey,” she said” you do that, im Mandy by the way, Mandy Blake”

After some small talk I started feeling comfortable with the woman, and we even shard a few laughs. Then Mandy said, oh wait a minute I forgot where we are heading, let me just pull over. I felt stupid, I didn’t even tell her where I lived, and my phone screen was broken, so no way to GPS. I heard Mandy pull over, when the car stopped moving I stuck my head out to see where we were. We were behind a gas station, it was on the tiny road that is never ever used, I realised Many must have been lost, she went the wrong way, I sure hoped she had enough fuel, because this gas station hasn’t been open for at least 2 years, and there was literally no human other then us for at least 5 kms. Hang on Mandy said as she locked the car and started climbing over her seat to the back to me. I have an old fashioned road map in the boot somewhere. I moved as she started to come over towards me, making room for her large frame.

And this is where things took a turn for the worse, we both fit in the back but not without contact, as she climbed over and sat on my shins, her boobs were pressing into my face, “oh my god im so sorry” she apologized, she tried to move, but the car shook, and she just ended up rubbing those tits in my face again. “Hang on” she said she then sat on her bum and stretched out her legs, her back was against one end of the vehicle and I now was sitting in between her legs, I looked up at her and noticed in the struggle her shirt rode up her belly and I could see the wrinklmes of fat, she looked up at me in surprise and cried out, “please turn around I need to fix this!”

Very embarrassed I quickly turned my back to her. As I did so I fell backwards into her lap. Now she was sitting against the car legs stretched out, and between her enormous thighs that were probably wider then my whole body I lay, my head came up to her belly button. And that’s when I noticed she didn’t fix her dress, it was off all, she had now on were her jeans and bra. That was when she grabbed my face with her fat hand and covered my mouth, with surprising strength and speed she put her other arm around my stomach just below my boons and pulled me up so that now my back was against her chest, I could feel the mountains of flesh and the bra touching my back through my shirt. The arm around my waist left me as I froze in fear, and this time returned with a blade, that I felt against my thigh.

She took right hand slowly, deliberately off my mouth, and down my face until it stopped at my neck, she the gently but firmly held my throat in her colossal hands, she applied no pressure, but I had no doubt she could’ve strangled me. The knife at my thigh made a metallic noise as she flicked it back into its handle.

She put the knife down as her right hand stayed at my throat her other hand pulled up my shirt and slowly, very slowly moved across my flesh and stopped at my navel. “listen,” she whispered, “don’t fight this, I don’t want to kill you. But if you do resist…even a bit, I will kill you. And take what I want anyway.”

This gave me hope, whatever it was that she wanted she could get without killing me. That’s good. She whispered to me to unbutton my shirt I did as I was told, I took it off and threw it away as well, I knew know she was gonna rape me. I figured she could have my body, as long as I dont die. Then she had me squirm out of my skirt, and then remove my bra. She told me to keep my red underwear on but remove the stocking. As I was doing this, she took off her jeans and bra. The women then grabbed me again and pulled me close to her again. This time she was naked and I had nothing but my panties on. I felt her huge breasts, firmer then I though they could be at this size rubbing my back. I felt her nipples quickly come to life, and start poking my back as she rubbed me against her body, she held me like I was no heavier then a teddy bear. Having enough of that she placed both her hands on my stomach one just above my pubes and one just under my boobs. She leaned forward and whispered “im gonna make you cum for me, and then beg, plead moan and groan like whore for more babe” then she lightly licked behind my ear and whilst rubbing my stomach her left hand got lower and lower as the circles she traced on my stomach started heading towards my vagina, and the right hand cupped my right boob in her palm, she slowly started kissing my neck.

I got goosebumps immediately, as my neck and ear were highly erogenous zones for me, and then as her right palm fully enveloped my left boobs, my nipple involuntarily got harder and my vagina felt a little moist. I wasn’t surprised, im not lesbian nor do I like women, but I am a very tactile lover and physical touch makes my body respond. And it had been 4 months since my last hurried sexual encounter.

The rubbing of my stomach was very slow and sensual, my boobs weren’t being stroked, just held with her other hand, yet my hard nipple testified that it still aroused me for reasons I cannot to this day understand, as her left hand slowly drifted lower she finally reached my undies. Her fingers deftly squirmed under them and then her hand stopped. I could feel the warmth of her palm, just above my vagina her rude finger a mere millimetre from my slit, the warmth of her palm, made me get hotter downstairs, despite her not moving at all. I looked up at her over my left shoulder wondering why she had stopped, maybe she realised that I was completely waxed, and my kitty was naked as the day I was born? As I looked at her I could tell that this woman was completely entranced with my body, she didn’t really notice me looking at her, she just slowly looked from my breasts to the hand in my underware. To be honest I felt like a piece of meat, she didn’t care who it was she was molesting, just another fuck toy was all I was to her. Usually in the street when men stared at me like that, I would snap and tell them off. Yet in the grip of the strong woman I couldn’t even raise my voice, I just lowered my head in submissiveness.

I felt myself wilt, now I really felt like I was being abused, the adrenalin from being molested against my will slowly started to seep away and I felt really tired and weak, I didn’t really have the energy to move. As I wilted into her arms I heard Mandy say “there we go sweetie, no need to fight it my dear, just relax, now there’s a good girl”

I guess she was right, what was the point. She was gonna just do with me what she wanted anyway. I was just here to please her. At least she said she would let me live after wards. My shoulders which I didn’t even realise were tense sagged as I suddenly relaxed them. She gently removed her left hand from my underware and gently placed it on my forehead, she pushed my head back so that it lay on her left coller bone, my arms hung loosely to the sides, she gently angled my face towards hers so I had was forced to look at this fat womans face I was leaning against her right boob and except for her hard nipple it was surprisingly comfortable, and in the cold air outside it made me feel much warmer.

“such a pretty girl” she whispered, finally taking a good look at me I blushed at how intensely she stared at me “so so so pretty she said. Her right arm moved upwards and now instead of cupping my right boob, I felt in envelop my right tit completely. She then placed her right hand against my right cheek as I was staring at her, and gave me a small kiss on the lips, my eyes opened up wide with surprise and I tried turning away, but she held my face firm in her hands. She slowly shushed me, I remembered the knife and decided a fight wasn’t worth it, plus I was too weak anyway. She kissed me again this time her lips stayed in contact with mine for a few seconds, I instinctively closed my eyes. She pulled away and with a quick groan I felt her come back for more. I didn’t kiss her back. But she didn’t care. She kissed me more and more for longer and longer. She began gently nibbling my lips, and pulling my bottom lip into her mouth. I couldn’t help but notice that she was a very good kisser. She was very sensual and tactile. As she got bolder and bolder her right hand started to gently squeeze and play with my boob, she skimmed her finger tips across it, sending more goosebumps along my skin, she held it, she squeezed it, and slowly groped my right boob. My nipple was quite hard at this stage an when she finally skimmed a finger over it I let out an involuntary gasp, it felt like a electric bolt a pleasure shot from my nipple straight to my brain and clitoris, I felt my clit suddenly get harder and my left leg shook a bit. The gasp cause me to slightly open my mouth and that was all needed to get her fat tongue into my mouth. As she French kissed me, she continued to rub, pinch and squeeze my nipple, gently, but each time my clit got harder and I had to take an inhale of breath. As she continued her assault, I noticed her fat tongue was licking me everywhere in my mouth, she tickled the inside of my lips, and teased the roof of my mouth, never had this happened to me before and it felt like a new sensation I had never felt before. I actually opened my mouth wider for her. That was when I felt her left hand rubbing my other boob, the double nipple stimulation made me gasp again and my chest heave with this stimulus, it was so powerful I thought maybe I would cum, my chest heaving my nipples being pulled, tweaked and twisted my body couldn’t help but moisten my pussy. It was then that it occurred to me that she wasn’t even holding my face in place as she kissed me, I had left it there.

Realising this I turned my head away in shame and disgust, but Mandy didn’t care, she didn’t even seem to notice, she continued sending shock waves of pleasure all thorugh my body with my nipples. I turned my head away from her embarresd at how good I left in the hands of a bbw. That was a mistake, Mandy started kissing my neck and nibbling on my ears and neck. The stimulation of all these erogenous zones made me feel overpowered with pleasure, and my hips with out shame started to thrust forward as if begging to be fucked. I don’t remember being this turned on since highschool.

“Mandy,” I tried calling out, but my words were lost in a groan of pleasure “stop please” yet again my words were succeeded with a moan of pleasure and a humiliating pelvic thrust. She just laughed and squeezed both my nipples simultaneously and pulled, I felt myself pushing my chest out to feel more contact. “oh god MANDY please,” I tried begging just as my writhing and spasming got stronger. I blushed as I realised that although my brain wanted this to stop, my body craved it, it needed release, I didn’t realise how wet I was until I felt my pussy juice leak down and wet my asshole. Without even thinking, as if she had practiced with me for years, Mandy pinned me to the floor on my back, then holding herself on her hands and knees over me she put my arms above my head and held them there with her left hand and I shamelessly kept them there without struggle. Her right arm found my left tit now and she lowered her face to my chest, as I watched her, she took my right nipples in her mouth, and using her tongue in ways I didn’t think were possible she sucked my boobs.

I was pushed to the edge, my brain didn’t matter anymore, just my body, I wrapped my legs around one of her legs and started to dry hump her knee…well dry wasn’t the right word. As I did this I could feel that I was just a little too short, and my pussy barely grazed her knee. While she was doing this I felt her lips moving to my next nipple and working her magic there too, I needed to cum, badly, I needed to explode but her knee was just a cm too far away, I looked at her sucking my tit like a new born babe, “Mandy” I asked blushing at my request “Mandy, please, move your leg up” oh god, I felt like such a slut, she didn’t respond, and at the same time she didn’t stop assaulting my tits with pleasure, “mandy, please, move your leg up” Mandy released my arms but I kept them above my head, she reached under me and held my chest up, effectively moving my pussy a little further from her knee. Wth was she doing I though to my self, then mandy continued sucking my titis left them right, all over them, under, over, the side, everywhere, my head was dangling as she held my top half of my body up, she looked like a bear mauling her prey except this was a women molesting my tits. I couldn’t take it anymore, I put my arms down and tried to reach my pussy, but Mandy quickly lay me on my back and lay on top of me, her weight and warmth almost knocked the wind out of me, but I didn’t care I needed to cum. I tried to worm my hand under her but I couldn’t, I tried going around her but she was too big. Her licks became longer lick a kid licking an ice block. My mind was reeling and my body was screaming for release.

“Mandy, please, let me cum I cant take it anymore,” I begged, she didn’t seem to notice so I tried thrusting up against her belly, any way to orgasm. That didn’t work either, I grabbed her head and tried to pull it up so she could see me as I begged her to let me cum but thought of those lavish licks stopping scared me and I didn’t try that hard, Mandy continued to molest my boobs with her mouth and started touching my body everywhere with her warm big hands driving me more and more insane. Finally as I started to feel my pussy juice literally leaking everywhere, so much so that my entire underware and pussy felt like it had been splashed with liquid and I was still dripping I felt so hopless yet so turned on and I couldn’t do anything to get the release I started to cry.

Im not a very emotional person, but it seemed like an eternity and my pussy was literally dripping and throbbing, and my titis were so sensitive that every touch made my pussy more and more sensitive, and her hands groping and molesting my body had driven me so mad with desire I just broke down.

Mandy then with my left nipple still in her mouth pulled me up and sat on her but, she pulled me with her so that now I was straddling her, with my legs over hers. She released my nipple and now her nipples were touching mine. She held my ass in her two massive hands, I almost fell backwards so I quickly wrapped my arms around neck, she started at my pretty tear stained face.

“whats wrong babe?” she asked, so sweetly for a second I though she cared.

With my pussy throbbing and my tits desiring more of that attention they were used to I tried to explain, but my sobbing didn’t let me speak. And I couldn’t tell her how badly I wanted to cum. As I lay there sobbing she wrapped me up in a huge hug, and I don’t know to this day if it was the hormones or what but it felt very loving. She pulled back and looked at me while I sobbed and said, “tell me sweetie pie, what the matter?”

“I…i…I want to…” I explained while I was sobbing “it feels so good…but u wont let me…cum. But I really need to…my pussy I really wet and I need to…please let me cum”

“that’s all I wanted to hear” she replied with a joyful smile “you can touch yourself, but count to 30 first”

With me still straddling her, Mandy passionately made out with me, her right hand running through my hair as her left had gently squeezed my ass cheek. I counted to 15, this was driving me crazy I didn’t want to wait another 15. She then pulled my hair down and as my chest jutted up into the air she sucked on my let nipple, I almost fell backwards but her right hand held me in place, as I was straddling her with my tit in her mouth, hand against my back and ass being squeezed, my pelvic thrusts started again, I don’t know what number I was up to so I guessed five. My pussy started leaking again and throbbing like before. My hips involuntarily thrust, at 2 I grabbed Mandy head and pushed against my tit so hard, at 1 my hand quickly made its way down to my clit, I could finally touch it, at the same time Mandy stopped squeezing my tit, her other hand reached up and grabbed my right nipple and pulled it firmly, ifelt my clit getting harder in anticipation her mouth nibbled on my other nipple, and my pussy throbbed, then in what seemed like slow motion the hand that was groping my ass a second before was running down towards my ass and pussy as Mandy pulled me closer I felt two fingers gliding towards my pussy. Just as my finger finally reached my clit and I started to rub my pussy harder then I ever had before, I felt Mandy shove her two fingers into me, her right finger shot up my pussy, it felt like a small dick I rubbed my clit harder and tried forcing more of my boob into Mandys mouth. The 2nd finger was well lubricated from my pussy juice and shot up my ass with no resistance.

I could feel an orgasm approaching and my whole body felt like it was glowing with warmth, “oh Mandy” I cried out “Mandy im gonna cum,” my fingers were rubbing my clit so fast that if it were for all the wet juice I might have started a fire, then I felt the first wave of a orgasm start to come over me. “Mandy, oh Mandy” was all I could seem to say as my petite form thrust and writhed all over her. And then the orgasm, it felt amazing. As my pussy tighten, Mandy wriggled her fingers inside me, both my holes clenched and spasmed as my clit responded to my rubbing. Mandy made it feel so good, she kinda bit my nipple and twisted my other nipple and as I orgasmed I could feel it all over my body.

My pussy and ass tighten so hard that I could feel Mandy struggling to wriggling them, I felt my boobs become hypersensitive as I kept coming and she kept sucking them. I started to shake so bad that Mandy had to use the hand that was on my tit to hold me in place, and as I kept orgasming, again and again and again I could feel myself shaking so hard that I had to hug her close as well.

Finally as my body calmed down, I felt so so sensitive everywhere and literally had to push Mandy off my tit, I felt so exhausted and tired. I looked at Mandy and she smiled, I blushed so hard I could feel the warmth on my face. I felt my pussy and ass hole tighten a couple more times around Mandys fingers. I felt really good, and super exhausted, I looked at her, at this point I didn’t care anymore, I lay myself against her feeling her chest and her hard nipples against mine, I wrapped my arms around her neck and closed my eyes, Mandy hugged me with one arm, and started to take her fingers out of my pussy and ass. As she did my eyes shot open, I was really really sensitive down there I wasn’t ready for any movement, as Mandy pulled them out my legs suddenly tried to close tightly but I couldn’t move them against her waist and they remained wide open. Mandy just yanked them out, the sensitivity was so bad I cried out and squeezed myself tightly against her and I felt a ridiculously strong urge to pee. My pussy suddenly started spasming again, it was like a beautiful torture, I garbbed Mandy tightly and hugged her like I was clinging for life. My pussy opened and closed rapidly time and time again, it felt really good but I didn’t know what was happening, suddnely the urge to pee got so strong, I just let my self go.

If I thought I was squirming and spasming before, I must have been having a seizure now!! I gripped Mandy with all my might and my pelvis thrust into her belly like a guy trying to puck his first girl. “holy shit” I heard Mandy cry out “you are squirting, let it go babe, cover me with your juices”

I didn’t hear that part very well as just then a cascade of sensation washed all over my pussy and body, I felt really really hot, and then without warning my Pussy started to squirt fluid, and not a little stream of urine, this was a water fall of fluid, I kept fucking Mandy, but I really lost control of myself. I was moaning and groaning and squirting, I felt the wetness splash with so much force onto Mandy lap that it splashed up onto our boobs, I wrapped my legs around her as I continued to thrust and squirt. I didn’t know at the time but Mandy was holding onto me with one arm and the other kept my head in place so she could watch my face I squirted all over her.

After about 8 streams of liquid drenching both out laps and ass, my vagina slowly started to calm down, I still held onto her though. No I was so thoroughly exhausted I couldn’t hear Mandy talking to me at all, although I felt her rubbing my back gently to help me calm down.

I felt complete and satisfied, she gently lay me down and as I lay down she laid beside me facing me, she put on of her arms under me like a pillow, and the other around my ass as she pulled me closer to her, she kissed me on my lips as she stroked my ass, I felt her kisses get lower and lower as I closed my eyes and then without knowing it I fell asleep.

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