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The purity club is mind-controlled int believing that anal and oral are not sex!

Clara’s Mind-Controlling Tweets

Chapter Nine: Purity Club’s Anal Delight

By mypenname3000

Commissioned by n1one

Copyright 2020

Clara had made a list of who she wanted to spread rumors about at her school. In her stuffy bedroom, locked from the world, she felt like a god. Everything she typed out was believed. The terrible human beings at her school would make fake photos, the very best deep fakes technology could create, to make it look like Mrs. Daniels gangbanged her students, that the home ec club was all pregnant by the chess club, and that there was a security guard who went around cumming on girls’ faces.

Those shots of Becca dripping in cum had made Clara squeal in delight. It looked just like the bustiest girl at her school was drenched in cum.

Clara was having the time of her life.

Now it was time to take it to the Purity Club. They were as bad as the home ec club. “Bunch of stuck-up, judgmental, holier-than-thou, Christian bitches!” Clara hissed. “Oh, they want to be pure, huh? I know how to make them pure.”

She’d heard some old president in the last century had claimed oral wasn’t sex. Clara grinned. Those sluts could keep their cherries, but soon the school would learn just how they did it. Clara started typing.

“Did you know, the members of the celibacy club let any boy who takes a chastity vow have free use their mouths and asses to help them keep their vow? #AnalDoesntCount #ProtectThatCherry #OralNotSex”

She tapped the screen. Her tweet went live.

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Lester

“God, there’s that dork Lester,” a guy said as he talked to another tall guy. “Don’t mention anything sci-fi unless you want to hear about this dumb show called Lexx.”

Dumb show? Lexx was a brilliant satire. I wanted to scream that out, but I contained myself. They were just small-minded idiots. Like everyone at this school. They liked Avenger films, and all the girls were into Aquaman because some hunk ran around without a shirt on. They didn’t appreciate cerebral sci-fi.

Troglodytes, one and all.

I rounded the corner and saw Becky hurry by in a mask of cum. She was getting it daily, it seemed. Her big boobs bounced as she marched with such fury. She glanced at me and sneered through her mask of cum like I was the filthy one.

“Stuck-up bitch,” I muttered.

I passed a classroom full of giggles. I glanced inside and rolled my eyes at the Purity Club. They were all in their conservative dresses, frilly and white and infantilizing. They were denying their desires. They were virgins by choice.

Not an involuntary one like me.

I stomped by. You’d think one of those sluts could give a handjob to a fellow virgin? But they were all good girls who wouldn’t even kiss a guy. They were all looking for their perfect husband who would sweep them off their feet and carry them off to deflower them in a castle or something.

My phone chirped.

@realgossip had sent out her next tweet. They were rare, maybe once a week, but when they went off, they revealed such fucked up shit. Sluts and whores abounded. But none of them wanted to do anything with me.

“Fucking bitches,” I muttered. I should take Mrs. Daniels’s class next semester. I would ace her test and then fuck the married whore.

My jaw dropped when I read the text.

“No fucking way.” I whirled around and stared back at the hallway. The purity club was right there. If this was correct…

And @realgossip was already correct.

I had heard it was this bullied girl named Clara who was behind it. She hated the school and everyone in it. She was supposed to be a master at hacking. Probably how she found out so much stuff.

My dick throbbing hard, I headed back to the classroom and peered inside. I knocked on the open door, and the eight girls in there all whipped their heads around. One bit into a banana. Two of them, a pair of blonde twin sisters named Mandy and Sandy, pushed out from the others.

“Hi,” one twin said.

“Are you here to make the purity pledge?” the other asked.

“And promise to be an upstanding man who will wait for marriage before making love to his wife?”

“Yes,” I said. “I absolutely am.”

“Oh, my gosh,” said Trisha. She was a petite girl with red hair in pigtails. “That’s so wonderful. Isn’t that wonderful?”

“It is,” Rosalita said. Her golden-brown skin contrasted with the white dress she wore. She clapped her hands together. “Lester, that’s awesome. You’re not going to regret it. There’s nothing like the first time with your spouse when you finally take each other’s virginities in an act of selfless love.” She let out a heavy sigh.

The others joined her, all looking so sappy.

God, these girls were fucked up.

“So, raise your right hand,” one twin said. I decided she was Mandy.

“And repeat after us,” Sandy said, her smile so bright. They both were busty girls, their conservative dresses unable to hide the sizes of their bosoms.

I raised my right hand and repeated, “I, Lester, do solemnly swear that I will save myself for marriage. That I will wait to make love until my wedding night with my wife, respecting her as a woman and myself as a man. In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, I vow to stay a virgin until that blessed night.”

“Yay, Lester!” the girls all squealed. They all moved around me and gave me chaste hugs and quick kisses on the cheeks like they were my aunt or something. My dick was so hard, aching as the last one, a girl named Esther who wore her black hair in a thick braid, hugged me and welcomed me to the Purity Club.

“Now,” I said. “I get to fuck your asses and your mouths to stay pure?”

Before I could even flinch for the outburst, Mandy clapped her hands together and purred, “Of course you can.”

“Who do you want?” Sandy asked. “We’re all eager to protect your cherry and ours.”

“Anal doesn’t count,” said Esther.

“Oral’s not sex,” added Rosalita, winking at me.

“Well, then Mandy,” I said. “I want a blowjob from Mandy!”

“Good choice,” Sandy said, revealing that I had the twins backward. But it didn’t matter, because they were both fucking hot.

And then something magical happened, they all turned and started unzipping each other’s dresses. All eight of them were stripping nude. I shuddered at the sight of the Purity Club getting naked so they could please me.

They were all bright and innocent smiles as they slipped their arms out of the sleeves of their dresses. Most had silk slips underneath their gowns, but a few were just bra and panties only. They were all virginal white. My mouth salivated as I watched them all getting more and more naked. Mandy pulled off her slip. Esther reached behind her and undid her bra.

Hers were the first tits to spill out. They were round and jiggly, her nipples thrusting out hard from atop them. I swallowed at the sight of them. My first live pair of breasts. Not porn, but real tits. The black-haired girl winked at me and then pinched her nipples. She burst into giggles, her cheeks going red.

More boobs appeared. Rosalita had a big pair, her nipples brown as chocolate kisses. Her tits had such a lovely sway to them. I groaned, my eyes flicking around the room I had never seen live boobs before.

And now there were so many of them.

Trisha’s were small little mounds topped by pink nipples. Lilac had a pair that were shaped like teardrops and jiggled as she moved. The twins big boobs spilled out, heavy mounds that still held a perkiness. Their nipples were so fat and suckable. Identical tits. I groaned at how hot the twins were.

Then the panties came off. Bushes appeared. None were shaved. They all had furred muffs. Blonde thatches, fiery curls, and black forests appeared around me. I groaned as some of the girl’s pussy lips peeked through their thatch.

The virgin holes that were off-limits to me.

But not those asses. As they disrobed, asses appeared. Curvy butts, flat rumps, and bubbly booties that jiggled. Rosalita had a butt like that. I groaned, my dick throbbing in my pants. I had never felt so hard in my life.

“Silly billy,” Mandy said, stepping up before me and grabbing the hem of my t-shirt. “You have to get naked, too. We need to make your cock go soft so you’re not tempted by those Jezebels out there.”

“Harlots one and all,” said Sandy. “You can’t trust any girl that doesn’t have a purity ring on. She’s a whore that will try to lead you into the trap of sin found between her thighs.”

“Her honeypot!” said Trisha, nodding her head, her pigtails dancing. “You have to be careful of the honeypots. They’re sweet but they’ll stick you in sin. You have to wait until marriage. You don’t want a woman that another guy has plundered.”

“No,” I groaned as I lifted my arms for Mandy to peel off my shirt. “I don’t. That’s why I’m here!”

“So we’ll keep you on the straight and narrow, Lester,” said Sandy. She unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped my fly. “Oh, my, you’re very hard, aren’t you?”

“Very hard,” I groaned as she shoved my jeans down off my hips. My cock tented the front of my white underwear. “I’m so glad you girls will keep me from signing up for Mrs. Daniels’s math class.”

“Married slut,” hissed Rosalita.

“She’s just disgusting,” added Esther. She was facing away from me, her plump ass looking so inviting.

I stepped out of my jeans, kicking my shoes off in the process. Then Mandy fell to her knees before me. She grabbed my boxers and yanked them down. My cock sprang out. She gasped, her eyes widening. The other girls all leaned in, too. They were whispering to each other. It was clear they had never seen one before.

“You’re the first guy who’s ever joined the Purity Club,” Mandy said. “Wow, you’re so big. Well, we’re here to help.”

She grabbed my cock and swallowed. I groaned at the feel of her soft lips sliding over my dick. And then I was in her mouth. Her warm, wet hole. Her tongue swirled around my crown. Pleasure that was way beyond masturbating shot down my cock to my balls.

I groaned as she nursed. She suckled on my cock, her blue eyes staring up at me. The other girls were watching us with such excitement, their boobs jiggling. Sandy’s tits swayed to my right, her twin sucking hard on my dick. Rosalita’s big boobs had a lonely jiggle to them. Even Trisha’s small boobs, little more than budding mounds, were delicious.

“Has her practice on bananas paid off?” asked Sandy. I noticed a bunch of bananas on a counter, more peels were in a trashcan.

“Yeah, we’ve been getting ourselves ready for the day a guy joined,” Rosalita said.

“I guess,” I groaned. “It feels amazing. I’ve never had a girl blow me before.”

“Oh, good,” said Sandy. “Mandy wants to give the best blowjob ever.”

The twin moaned her agreement around my cock.

I shuddered, savoring this wonderful delight of having her hot mouth wrapped around my dick. It was so awesome to have her do this. She bobbed her head, sliding her mouth up and down my dick. I groaned, my shaft throbbing in her mouth.

Her tongue brushed my crown. She slid around it. She caressed me with such wicked passion. I loved it. I groaned, savoring every moment of her nursing on me. I groaned, my face contorting from the bliss.

“Oh, Go… gosh that’s good,” I panted. “That’s so good. Mandy! Mandy, you’re making me feel so fucking—”

“Language, Lester!” gasped Rosalita.

The other girls all nodded, their boobs bouncing and jiggling.

I shuddered and groaned, “You’re making me feel so… so… so good. Yes, yes, that’s it.” Fuck, that was it.

Mandy’s mouth sucked with such force. The pressure rose and rose in my nuts. That need to cum grew and grew in me. It would be such a powerful explosion. I would just spurt all the cum I had in my nuts into her mouth. Just drown her in spunk.

She suckled with such force on me. She nursed, her tongue dancing around my cock. It felt amazing. I groaned, loving every second of her naughty touch. My face contorted with the delight of this moment.

“Shiiiooot,” I groaned. “Oh, shoot, that’s so good. You’re going to make me cum!”

“Yay!” Sandy cheered. She clapped, her big boobs jiggling.

“Cum in her mouth!” Trisha exclaimed, her pigtails flying around her head as she bounced in place. “Just flood her.”

“Release all your desire into her mouth!” groaned Rosalita.

“I wonder what desire tastes like,” groaned Esther.”

“You’ll find out,” I panted, the pressure swelling at the tip of my cock. This blowjob was excellent.

I had nothing to compare it to, but I just knew this was an amazing one. My dick throbbed and ached. I came closer and closer to that moment of erupting. I shuddered, the heat rising and rising in me.

My balls tightened as Mandy sucked so hard. She bobbed her head while her twin quivered beside her. I stared at those huge tits, loving Sandy’s boobs while Mandy nursed with such hunger on my cock. She wanted my cum. She ached to drink it down.

I balled my hands into fists and groaned as the ache at the tip of my cock rose and rose to that explosive release. I was moments away. My heart pounded in my chest as she swirled her tongue around the crown of my dick.

“Fuuu-uuuuudge!” I groaned and erupted.

My cock spurted hot cum into Mandy’s mouth. I groaned, my body bucking. My balls unloaded blast after blast of cum into her mouth. She gulped it down, her blue eyes staring up at me with such delight shining in them.

“Oh, go-ooosh damn!” I groaned. “She’s swallowing my cum!”

The other girls cheered and clapped, their boobs heaving around me as Mandy swallowed my load. She gulped it down. I shuddered, the pleasure hitting a peak. I quivered there as she nursed out every drop of spunk.

“Damn,” I groaned. “That was fuc…fudging incredible. Shoot, yes.”

“Go, Lester!” squealed Sandy who hugged me and kissed me on the cheek, her large breasts pressed into my side. They were so soft and amazing. “You dumped all your cum into my sister’s mouth.”

“Yes, you did!” Rosalita cheered. “Lester! Lester! You’re not going to fall into those skank’s honeypots. We’ll keep you pure.”

“Protect that cherry!” Trisha exclaimed.

“Yeah,” I panted.

Mandy slid her mouth off my dick. “Wow, that was super salty. But I liked it. I swallowed a virgin’s cum to keep him pure. Ooh, Lord, thank you for sending Lester to us so we could help him endure the secular temptation of all those harlots who prance around in next to nothing.”

“Yeah,” I groaned, Sandy still pressed into me, her boobs so soft and nipples hard. “Just surrounded by temptation.” I stared at Lilac’s teardrop-shaped breasts and Rosalita’s golden-brown delights. Alexandra had a nice pair of tits with tiny nipples. “I’m beset by them. I think. I think I need to fuck Mandy in the ass.”

“Of course,” Mandy cooed.

I glanced down and smiled to see her turning on her hands and knees. She had a curvy butt with cute dimples in the cheeks. My knees buckled, bent, and then I hit the ground. My cock smacked into her rump and flicked precum across her pale skin.

Suddenly, I was eye level with their bushes. Sandy’s blonde curls dripped with her pussy cream. Petite Esther had a thick and fiery bush with little diamond droplets gleaming amid her curls. The scents of them, this sweet and spicy and tangy and tart melange all mixed in my nose.

This was amazing. I was so glad @realgossip had figured this out. If it was Clara, then she was a genius.

I slid my cock across Mandy’s rump to her butt-crack. I pressed between her asscheeks and slid down and down. I had never fucked a girl’s pussy, but I was about to pound a busty blonde in the ass to “save my cherry.”

“Anal doesn’t count,” Mandy breathed as I pressed my cock against her asshole.

“That’s right,” I groaned and pushed forward with my dick.

Her anal ring stretched and stretched around my dick. I groaned at the feel of her asshole stretching to engulf my cock. I shuddered, the pleasure rippling down my dick as she whimpered. Her head tossed, her blonde locks gleaming. She felt so… so…

“Do you girls lube your assholes?” I groaned.

A chorus of, “Yes!” echoed around me.

“We have to be ready to protect a boy’s cherry,” Mandy moaned.

“Damn,” I groaned and thrust harder.

My cock popped into Mandy’s bowels. Her anal ring sealed around the shaft, my crown buried to the hilt in her velvety sheath. I thrust forward, sliding into her asshole. She gasped and moaned, her head tossing back and forth.

“That’s so different from the drumsticks,” moaned Mandy. “Ooh, practice was never like this. I have a real dick in me.”

“Yes, you do,” I groaned, sliding into her bowels. More and more of her velvety flesh engulfed my cock until my crotch pressed against her pale cheeks. My balls rested against her taint. “Fuck, yes!”

“Your language, Lester,” gasped Sandy. “I know her butt feels great, but you can’t swear.”

“Right, right,” I groaned, gripping Mandy’s waist.

I drew back my hips. My cock slid out of her bowels. We both groaned. Mandy’s asshole squeezed down on my cock, increasing the friction that massaged the aching tip. Pleasure flowed down my shaft and rippled through my body. It was incredible.

I slammed back into her bowels, plunging in deep. My nuts smacked her taint. Her butt-cheeks rippled. My hands tightened on her hips as I savored this delight. Then I drew back, savoring every inch of sliding through her bowels.

I fucked her.

I pounded the blonde girl, her twin’s furry muff just a foot away. All the girls were staring down at us, watching with such bright eyes as I sodomized Mandy’s asshole. I plunged into the girl’s tight sheath over and over again.

I savored the way she squeezed about me. I loved how she held me tight in her embrace. It was incredible to enjoy. I shuddered, savoring every moment of pounding her tight, hot asshole with my big dick.

“Shiiiooot, yes!” I groaned. “Oh, damn, Mandy, that’s a tight ass. You’re amazing.”

“So is your cock,” gasped Mandy. “I think… I think I’m going to cum.”

“Ooh, that’s amazing!” Sandy said. “Anal doesn’t count, so cum all you like.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” purred Rosalita. “It’s not like premarital sex or masturbation. Those are no-noes!”

I resisted commenting on that as I hammered Mandy’s asshole with force. I buried into her again and again. I hammered her hard and fast. I plunged into her anal depths over and over again, my cock drinking in the velvety delight of her sheath.

As I fucked her, my hands slid up her body and grabbed her breasts. She gasped, her bowels clamping down on my dick as I squeezed her boobs. She threw a look over her shoulder, her eyes wide in shock.

“Y-you’re touching my boobs,” she moaned.

“We’re having anal sex,” I groaned, pumping away hard. “Anal doesn’t count.”

“Of course!” squealed Sandy. “A boy can touch your boobs when he’s fucking your ass!”

“Anal doesn’t count!” echoed around me, all the girls repeating it like they were brainwashed or something.

Religion fucked these girls up.

I groaned, squeezing Mandy’s big and soft boobs as I fucked over and over into her asshole. I plowed hard into her, my nuts smacking into taint. Her butt-cheeks jiggled from the slap of my crotch against her rump.

The heady aroma of hot cunts filled my nose. I breathed it in as the girls watched, squirming their hips. Mandy moaned louder and louder. Her blonde hair tossed as she quivered. She rocked back into me, taking my dick like a whore.

I kneaded her big boobs, working my fingers down to her nipples. I slammed to the hilt in her asshole, loving how her tight, velvety sheath gripped me. I groaned, the pressure in my nuts rising and rising.

I twisted her nipples.

“Lester!” she gasped, clamping down her bowels on my dick. “Oh, my, Lester. Nipple play. It’s incredible. Oh, being sodomized by a virgin and having my nipples played with is amazing. I’m going to… to… Cum!”

Her bowels rippled around my cock. I speared into her anal sheath, my eyes widening at the hot and velvety flesh massaging my cock. I drew back, her asshole sucking at me. My dick throbbed and my balls tightened.

“Cumming is amazing!” howled Mandy as I thrust into her. “Yes, yes, anal doesn’t count! It’s so amazing. Oh, yes, yes!”

I groaned and slammed into her hard. Her flesh engulfed me. Spasmed around me. I groaned, my dick throbbing, and then I erupted into her bowels. My cock spurted again and again. Pleasure slammed through my body and pummeled my mind.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” I howled as I basted her bowels in cum.

“Language!” Sandy gasped while ecstasy fired from my cock over and over again.

I didn’t care. I had the joy of unloading in her twin sister’s asshole. I pumped my jizz over and over into Mandy’s spasming bowels. I basted the virgin with my cum. I groaned, throwing back my head, loving that they thought anal didn’t count as sex.

“Wow,” I groaned. “Oh, wow, I needed that.”

“Oh, yay!” moaned Mandy. “I’m so… glad that you… needed my ass. That was… incredible… helping you out… Lester.”

“Your, fantastic,” I said and slid out of her asshole. I popped out, her butthole gaping open for a moment. Then it closed just as my cum started to bubble out of that naughty hole. I stood up, my cock so hard.

“You’re not soft,” gasped Sandy.

“No,” I said, staring at her. “Could you suck my dick for me? I need to cum again.”

“It’s fresh from her butthole,” she says. “I mean…”

“Would you rather I fuck a skank’s cunt to wash my dick off?” I gasped. “What if I go out there and Mrs. Daniels said I just got an A on her test? Or if one of the cheerleaders just finished with practice and needs a guy to fuck all her holes?”

“Oh, no,” Sally gasped and fell to her knees before me.

The other girls, save Mandy who was still panting and groaning, shook their heads in disgust. I thought it was at Sandy was guiding my dirty cock to her mouth to suck her sister’s ass off my shaft in what might be an incestuous act.

Well, oral wasn’t sex, was it?

“Mrs. Daniels is such a whore,” said Trisha.

“Yeah,” Rosalita said.

I grinned. That was why the girls were disgusted. They were not fans of the MILF teacher who whored herself out to encourage her male students to excel in her class. I groaned a moment later as she sucked my cock into her mouth.

I shuddered, savoring the delight of her mouth nursing on my dick. It was an incredible delight. She swirled her tongue around my cock. It was a fantastic experience to enjoy. My face scrunched up as I savored that hot mouth sucking on me.

She bobbed her head. She worked her mouth up and down my cock, polishing her sister’s asshole off of me. I smiled at that, my eyes flicking around all the sexy girls nodding their approval. They squirmed, clearly aroused, but they weren’t touching each other.

They were “pure” girls, after all.

Even the slut sucking her twin’s ass off my dick.

“Oh, yes, yes, Sandy,” I moaned, staring down at those blue eyes shining up at me. “That’s great. That’s just great. Ooh, nurse off all your sister’s ass and make me cum. Save my cherry from those skanks.”

“Save his cherry with your mouth!” Trisha moaned.

“Do your part, sweet sister,” Mandy moaned. She turned around, squirming. Her boobs jiggled as my cum leaked out of her asshole.

Sandy moaned around my cock, clearly enjoying doing her part. Did she like the taste of her sister’s asshole on my shaft? I shuddered, my cock throbbing in her depths. I would have such a huge orgasm. I would baste her mouth with everything that I had. It would just pump out of me.

Her tongue was such a thing of delight. My dick throbbed in her mouth. I rose toward that amazing orgasm. I would have such a mighty cum. My nuts throbbed as I smiled at Rosalita and her big boobs. Then I glanced at Lilac and her teardrop-shaped titties. Barbara had a nice, plump pair, and Trisha’s itty bitty titties were adorable.

“That’s it, Sandy,” I groaned. “Polish that dick clean and keep me from temptation.”

“We can’t let Lester fall into those wicked honeypots,” Alexandra said behind me.

“That’s right,” Esther said. I wanted to fuck her plump ass. Maybe I would enjoy her next. My cock didn’t seem to want to go soft.

I groaned as Sandy suckled harder. The pressure rose and rose to the tip of my dick. She had buffed all of her sister’s asshole off my dick. It was incredible to have her do something so wicked. She slurped on my cock as she nursed on me.

“Okay, okay,” I groaned, rising towards my orgasm. “That’s it. I’m going to cum so hard.”

“Cum!” Mandy moaned as she squirmed next to her twin sister. “Flood my sis’s mouth. She wants your cum. She wants to help you avoid temptation.”

“She’s awesome,” I growled and erupted.

My cum fired into her mouth. I spurted again and again. The pleasure slammed through my mind. I groaned, savoring that wonderful delight. She gulped down my seed with the same hunger as her twin sister.

I shuddered, my balls unloading again and again. It was incredible to enjoy. The pleasure slammed through my body. I savored it. Every spurt into her mouth sent more and more rapture hammering into my mind.

“Damn,” I groaned as she suckled out the last one. “Esther. I need that pretty ass next.”

“Oh, wow, you need more,” Esther said. She smiled at me. “Then I am here to help. The Lord gave me a pretty butt just to keep you from falling into those skank’s diseased holes.”

“That’s right,” said Rosalita, her big boobs jiggling. “You don’t have to worry about STDs from us. We’re not whores.”

“No, you’re not whores,” I said. I glanced down at Esther kneeling before me, her plump butt-cheeks jiggling. She had a curvy rump. “Not at all.”

“We’re good girls,” Esther said. Her right hand grabbed her butt-cheek and pulled it from her left, exposing her asshole. “Now sodomize me and protect that cherry!”

As I sank to my knees, I glanced at the girls and their wet bushes. “You girls are getting horny, too.”

“Oh, well, you know…” said Trisha. We just have to… you know… Endure it. Masturbation is as bad as fornication.”

“But oral isn’t sex,” I said. “I could eat your cunt as I fuck Esther’s asshole. If you just stand before me, I could lick you. Keep you from falling to the temptation of big dicks.”

“Oh, my,” Trisha said. “I hadn’t thought of that.”

“Yeah,” I said and looked around.

Trisha stepped up before me, her fiery bush dripping with her cream. I breathed in and savored the tart aroma of her pussy. I pressed my cock into Esther’s asshole while I leaned in and nuzzled my face into Trisha’s pubic hair.

My cock pushed against Esther’s backdoor. She groaned as her anal ring slowly spread to engulf me, pre-lubed to be ready for me. I groaned into Trisha’s bush. Her curls spilled over my lips, and then I was kissing at her pussy.

I licked my first cunt.

“Oh, my,” Trisha gasped and grabbed the sides of my head as if to steady herself. “Oh, my, that was… Lester!”

I licked her again and again. As I sank into Esther’s bowels, I savored lapping at Trisha’s virgin pussy. My tongue slid through her folds and brushed her hymen. It was stretched over what had to be her pussy hole, protecting her purity.

This was so hot. My cock sank into my second asshole while a furry muff rubbed on my face. I licked it, savoring those tart juices. Pussy tasted amazing. I loved her taste. I licked at her with hunger, my tongue dancing through her folds and brushing her clit.

She moaned as I drew back my hips. My cock slid out of Esther’s bowels. Her groans joined Trisha’s. I shuddered at the velvety friction around my cock and then thrust back into her asshole, my crotch smacking her plump rump.

“Oh, Lester, this is amazing,” moaned Trisha. “You’re tongue is licking my pussy. Oh, yes, yes, keep me from temptation.”

“Save her cherry!” moaned Sandy or Mandy.

“Yes, yes, save all our cherries!” the other twin moaned.

“It’s so good,” Esther moaned as I pumped away at her asshole. “Oh, Mandy, I get why you came. This is incredible. His cock is stretching out my bowels. Oh, it’s making my pussy so warm.”

“So is his tongue,” Trisha moaned. I licked through her folds and brushed her clit. She gasped, “What was that?”

“Your clit?” I asked and licked at her bud again.

“Oh, that’s so naughty. There’s this little button. Oh, my, I’m so glad oral isn’t sex.”

“And anal doesn’t count!” Esther moaned, her bowels squeezing about my dick.

I groaned, feasting on one virgin’s cunt while fucking another in the ass. I licked and lapped at Trisha as my hips pumped away. I drove my cock into Esther’s velvety delight. I buried into her over and over again, savoring the way she moaned and gasped.

She clenched her bowels around my dick, massaging me. My balls smacked into her cunt as Trisha squirmed. Her small breasts jiggled above my head. Her bush tickled my face as she ground her virgin cunt on my lips.

Her moans echoed through the classroom, as loud as Esther’s moans as I sodomized her. Pleasure rushed up my cock. My balls drank it in as I fucked into her bowels hard and fast. I buried into her depths over and over again. I plunged away with hard strokes. My cock reamed out her asshole.

I fucked her hard and fast. I rammed to the hilt in Esther’s tight bowels. I buried over and over into her flesh. It was amazing. I groaned, burying hard into her asshole. I shuddered, moaning into Trisha’s cunt. I licked at her as I sodomized Esther.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” I panted into Trisha’s tart pussy, her curls rubbing on my face.

“Oh, that’s so good,” Trisha moaned. “I’m going to cum. Oh, Lester, I’m going to cum. Save my cherry for marriage. Protect it!”

“Yes,” I growled and then suckled on her clit.

She gasped, her face contorting in delight. She gripped the sides of my head harder, holding me to her bud. I groaned, thrusting away hard and fast at Esther’s bowels as I nursed on Trisha’s clit. Her pigtails swayed as she shuddered.

I buried into her bowels with powerful strokes. I plunged to the hilt into Esther’s asshole as Trisha gasped. Then she squealed. Her tart pussy cream gushed out of her pussy. It bathed my mouth. I groaned, licking and lapping up her cream.

“Lester!” she gasped.

My nuts tightened as I drank down the virgin’s cream. I licked it all up. I savored that wonderful passion. It spilled over my chin. My dick throbbed in Esther’s tight bowels. I slammed to the hilt in her asshole.

She squealed. Her bowels spasmed around my cock as she gasped out, “Lester!”

“Damn,” I groaned into Trisha’s cunt and erupted into Esther’s convulsing asshole.

My cum fired into her bowels. I pumped her full of my jizz as I rubbed my face into Trisha’s cunt. She gasped and shuddered. Her moans echoed around the room. It was such a sweet delight to hear. I loved the sound she made as I licked at her cunt.

“Oh, damn,” I groaned, pumping my jizz into Esther’s bowels.

“Oh, it’s so good!” Trisha moaned. “Having a guy eat your pussy is so amazing.”

“Wow,” said one of the twins.

“A new way to protect our cherries.”

“Oral isn’t sex,” whimpered Rosalita. “And it’s not masturbation.”

An idea clicked in my head as I pumped my cum into Esther’s bowels. Her hot flesh rippled and writhed around my cock. She milked out every drop of jizz that I had in my nuts. I groaned, my heart pounding away in my chest.

“Damn,” I groaned. “Thank you, Esther.”

“It’s my… job to… keep you pure,” she moaned, her bowels squeezing around my cock.

“Yeah,” Trisha said and stepped away from me.

Her pussy cream dripping down my chin, I stood up and slid my cock out of Esther’s asshole. I shuddered at that last friction. Pleasure shot up my cock. Groaning, I stood up and looked around at all the horny girls.

“You know,” I said, “I know we can’t masturbate because that’s a sin, but that’s no reason you girls can’t help each other out.

“How?” Sandy asked. She was next to her twin.

“Yes, how?” Many asked.

“Well, you can go down on each other. Oral isn’t sex, right?”

“But isn’t that lesbianism?” asked Barbara. “And that is a sin.”

“Well…” I scrambled to think. “Lesbian sex is when they scissor their pussies together. Tribbing. It’s like rubbing my cock against your pussy. Genital to genital, right. That’s sex. But just licking a cunt, well, that’s not lesbianism. It’s oral and that isn’t sex.”

“He’s right,” Rosalita said.

“He is,” said Trisha.

“Just something to think about,” I said and grabbed Trisha’s pigtails. “I need you to do some oral on me.”

She grinned at me and then she fell to her knees before me. “Sure thing, Lester. You did such a great job. Let me return the favor.”

I gripped her pigtails as she swallowed my cock. She slid her lips over my dirty crown. I groaned at the feel of her hot and plump lips sliding over my dick. She polished my pole with her delicious tongue that swirled around. She moaned, loving the taste.

“I guess…” Barbara said. “I guess I can go down on you, Rosalita. I mean… If you’re horny.”

“I’m horny,” the busty Hispanic girl said.

I shuddered as Barbara and her plump boobs knelt before Rosalita. The brunette leaned forward and nuzzled her face into the Hispanic girl’s black bush and virgin pussy. Rosalita gasped, her brown eyes widening.

“Oh, my,” she said. “Oh, wow, that’s really good.”

“Uh, would someone like to lick me?” asked Lilac, her hands squeezing her teardrop-shaped tits.

“I will!” Alexandra said and fell to her knees. She buried her face into Lilac’s bush and licked at her pussy.

The lesbian delight makes my dick throb. I shuddered and then the twins look at each other. Besides Trisha and Esther, they’re the only ones left. Sandy swallows as she stared at her twin. She squirms.

“I… I didn’t get to… cum like you did, Mandy,” she whimpered, her big boobs jiggling.

“Well… I mean… I can help you out,” groaned Mandy. “It can’t be incest if it’s not sex.”

“That’s right,” I groaned, fucking Trisha’s mouth, her pigtails making excellent handlebars.

Mandy dropped to her knees, her big boobs jiggling. I groaned as she leaned forward and pressed her face into her sister’s bush. Twincest blossomed before my eye as Sandy groaned, her large tits bouncing as she squirmed.

My dick throbbed in Trisha’s hungry mouth. Her buffing tongue slid around it as I couldn’t look away from Sandy shuddering on her twin sister’s mouth. The blonde grabbed the back of Mandy’s head, holding her twin in place.

“Mandy! Mandy!” Sandy groaned. “Oh, gosh, that’s good. That’s so good.”

“I’ll save your cherry whenever you need it, Sandy!”

“Yes,” I groaned, my balls tightening.

The girls were moaning as they licked each other. I looked at Lilac and her quivering tits, Juanita and her jiggling mounds, and Sandy and her bouncing boobies while I fucked Trisha’s mouth. I drove my cock into her mouth over and over and over again.

She suckled hard, polishing my pole clean of Esther’s asshole. I groaned, my dick throbbing in Trisha’s mouth. Her tongue was a treat. She suckled so hard, making obscene, wet sounds as I drilled into her mouth.

“This is so beautiful,” Esther said, kneeling. “You’re all protecting those cherries.”

“That’s right,” I groaned.

“Oh, yes, yes, protect my cherry, Mandy!” Sandy moaned.

“Mmm, it’s such a yummy delight to do,” Mandy groaned. “You taste so good.”

“I know,” Barbara moaned, her face buried in Juanita’s snatch. “Ooh, yes, yes, that’s so good.”

“I’m going to cum,” Lilac moaned. “Oh, Alexandra, just keep licking me like that. That’s so good. Oh, yes, yes, yes.”

I savored the sounds of the lesbian passion, my nuts aching. Trisha suckled so hard. I pumped my cock in and out of her tight lips. She nursed with such passion on me, staring up with her wild, green eyes.

I held her pigtails and fucked her mouth harder. She gurgled and slurped. Drool spilled down her chin as she nursed on my cock. I groaned, hurtling towards that point of no return. The pressure on the tip of my dick was intense.

Sandy shuddered, grinding her blonde-furred muff on her twin sister’s cunt. It was such a hot sight to witness. I licked my lips, glad I was here. This was the best day of my life. I groaned, Trisha’s tongue dancing around my cock.

I fucked my cock in and out of Trisha’s mouth, getting closer and closer to cumming. She suckled hard. My hands gripped her pigtails as I thrust my cock to the back of her throat and pulled back. She suckled so hard. I groaned.

“Mandy!” Sandy gasped. “I’m cumming!”

My gaze shot over to Sandy’s big tits heaving as she came on her twin sister’s mouth. The beautiful sight of lesbian incest had me groaning. My nuts tightened as I watched Sandy shuddering through her bliss.

“Oh, Lord, thank you!” Rosalita moaned on the other side of me. “Oh, Barbara! Barbara! I’ll eat you out next!”

“Yes!” Barbara moaned.

I groaned, Trisha sucking so hard on my cock. This was too much. Then Lilac squealed her delight, cumming on Alexandra’s lips. The lesbian passion echoed around me. The virgins were cumming hard, protecting their cherries by loving each other.

Sandy’s tits heaved. I stared at them as slammed my cock to the back of Trisha’s throat. The pleasure shot down to my balls brimming with my cum. I growled out my delight and then I erupted into her mouth.

“Fuck, yes!” I howled.

“Language,” Esther moaned. “And then I need someone to eat my pussy!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” I growled, my cum pumping over and over into Trisha’s mouth. I savored her wonderful lips sealed about my shaft. She suckled and swallowed. “You’ll get your cunt eaten out, Esther!”

The girl moaned in delight.

Sandy shuddered through her orgasm as I pumped load after load of cum into Trisha’s mouth. I emptied my nuts into her, savoring this pleasure rippling through me. I was so glad that I had come to the purity club.

“Oh, damn,” I groaned as I finished cumming in her mouth. “Rosalita, is that ass free?”

“Yes, it is!” Rosalita moaned.

“Sandy, will you lick my cunt now?” Mandy asked.

“You know I will! Anything to keep my twin sister’s cherry until her wedding day!”

A huge grin spread on my face as Trisha slid her lips off my dick. I was going to enjoy being a member of the purity club.

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Classes were out, and I was eager to visit the purity club again today. Yesterday had been hot. I was horny. I needed their sweet mouths and tight assholes to take care of my dick. I reached the hallway and saw their club door was open. The sounds of passion echoed from there.

I frowned and peered inside.

All of the girls were on their knees, most were taking a cock in the ass and mouth. Guys were thrusting at their holes. They were fucking the girls hard, spit-roasting the pure girls on their dicks. The cuties’ boobs were swaying. The twins were side-by-side, their big knockers rocking in unison as they had a football player, a basketball player, a member of the debate team, and some guy I didn’t know all fucking their holes.

“Lester!” squealed Trisha. She was the only one with her mouth free, her red pigtails swaying around her face. “Do you see all the guys that have sworn to be pure, Lester? There’s more of them than us. We have to work extra hard to keep them free of the skanks.”

“Yeah,” the guys cheered.

They were all lying about being virgins. They were taking advantage of the girls. I wanted to be the only one to do that butt…

Trisha’s mouth was open. I unfastened my jeans as I rushed over. I fell to my knees and she greedily sucked my cock into her mouth.

“Protect those cherries, girls!” I moaned.

The eight girls squealed, their mouths all full of dick and their assholes all full of cock. They were being fucked hard. I groaned, thrusting away at Trisha’s mouth, my balls swelling with the pressure of my orgasm.

“Uh, is this where I sign up to fuck… I mean, to pledge not to fornicate?” a guy asked.

“Yep,” I groaned. “Just got to wait your turn.”

It looked like the purity club would be a huge hit. I whipped out my phone and snapped a pic of Trisha sucking on my dick. I had to tweet it @realgossip and thank her for letting out the Purity Club’s secret.

I would be a member for as long as they were dumb enough to think this was stopping guys from fucking other girls. If they wanted to offer free ass fucks and blowjobs, they would get all the takers they could handle.

To be continued with Clara’s next tweet…

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Becky, the world’s first futa, comes across a convent full of innocent nuns to enjoy!

The World’s First Futa – Futa’s Naughty Hitchhiking

Chapter Two: Futa’s First Sinful Delight

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

April 17th, 2047

“Did you know there’s a convent in the middle of the Nebraska cornfields?” I asked Adelia, the delicious and fun woman interviewing me on my forty-eight birthday. We were talking about my life as the world’s first futa while across the world people were watching the broadcast streamed live over the internet.

“Really?” Adelia asked, blinking those soft-brown eyes of her. She pursed those delicious lips that had sucked my futa-cock not long ago during the last commercial break. “No, I didn’t know that. So you found this while… wandering?”

“Bumming around America,” I said, “with my futa-dick in hand.” I shivered, enjoying talking about that time in my life, right after I graduated from the University of Washington, when I hitchhiked across America for awhile, aimless.

I didn’t know what to do with my life. Besides breeding horny women.

“After my fun with the Pelley family, and the rest of their interesting church community, I kept heading east until I hit Dallas. I had some fun there but ended up wandering north up I-35. I met this female trucker.” I gave a wicked giggle. “She had a strap-on in her cab and, well, I made her late for her delivery, but left her with my own package.”

A great giggling laugh rose from the studio audience. I could feel their eyes watching me in the shadows beyond the stage light, an amorphous sea of horny women with a scattering of my grown-up futa-daughters.

“She dropped me off in Wichita. I kept going north up I-135, moving through Kansas, enjoying those devout Christian wives and daughters.” I shuddered, my futa-cock throbbing. “There was a lot of crying out to God.”

“More virgins deflowered?” Adelia asked.

“I was becoming addicted to it,” I said and shivered. “By the time I was in the middle of Nebraska, I-135 had become Highway 81. I was surrounded by corn somewhere south of a place called York. It was muggy. I never thought it would be so humid in the Midwest. It was like I was in a swamp or something. Apparently, corn sweats.”

“Sweats?” Adelia asked.

I nodded my head. “It adds a ton of moisture to the air and makes the summers just suck.” I shook my head. “I was dying, wanting to find a nice, cool place to rest up and a friendly woman to love, when the thunderstorm hit. It came out of nowhere. The floodgates of heaven opened up. In a heartbeat, I was soaked.

“And then the hail started.”

“Oh, no,” Adelia gasped. “I heard hailstones can get big out there.”

“I was just starting to panic, thinking I was in trouble,” I said, glancing to the left where my wife, Sharron, watched from the side of the set, her blue eyes wide. “And then the van pulled up. I just hopped in and had one naughty surprise.”

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August 15th, 2021

“Holy shit!” I screamed, holding my worn backpack over my head. The hail thundered down around me, the size of pebbles and growing larger. They bounced off my backpack and pelted my naked calves and thighs. I whimpered, my t-shirt soaked to my tits, my skirt clinging to my legs. My shoes felt like a sodden mess. The drainage ditch to my right already ran like a river.

The rain just started.

“What the fuck is going on?” I shouted, the corn rustling beside me as torrents of rain swept through, carrying more of the stinging hail.

I was in trouble. My head cast about, searching for a structure to take shelter in when rubber squealed. A van screeched to a stop by the side of the highway. I barely absorbed what it looked liked—gray, boxy, some sort of logo on the sliding side door. I just sprang at the passenger door, grasped the chrome-plated handle, and wrenched it open.

“Oh, thank Christ,” I gasped as I hurtled inside, water dripping down my face. My clothes clung to me, squishing against the seat. The hail pounded on the roof. Ice chucks the size of marbles drummed on the hood, leaving little divots in the metal.

A small crack splintered across a corner of the windshield.

“You okay?” a woman asked. “Boy, you got caught out in it, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, I…” My words trailed off as I glanced at the driver. I blinked.

I blinked again.

A nun in a black habit sat in the driver seat, her plump lips pursed. She had a round, youthful face, her dark hair mostly covered by a black veil that draped across her shoulders. A crucifix dangled down her chest over the swell of her breasts. They rose and fell as she stared at me, a look of such concern filled her hazel eyes.

“You’re a nun!” I blurted out.

“Yes, I am a nun,” she said as the van drove forward. “We exist still. I’m Sister Chastity Hope of the Benedictine Sisters of Undying Devotion.”

“A nun,” I said again. “That’s not a Halloween costume and… No, no, that would be a lot… uh…”

“Lewder?” she suggested, a touch of color blossoming her cheeks. Her eyes glanced at me, flicking at my breasts outlined by my soaked shirt. My braless tits bled through the white cloth, my pink nipples prominent points.

“Yeah,” I said, squirming. A tingle raced down to my girl-dick and pussy. My shaft gave a twitch as the blood began flowing. There was something so… enticing about her. She was a nun, wrapped up in the bulky, black robe to hide the beauty of her body, sworn to purity.

Was she an actual virgin?

My dick hardened faster. My pussy grew juicier.

“Well, thanks for the ride,” I said, the hail drumming faster. “You came along just in time.”

“The Lord’s providence was with you today,” she said. “I’ve seen the hail get as big as softballs and… Well, that would not be a good thing to happen to a young woman to do out here all alone.” She glanced at me then at my bag. “Are you in… trouble?”

“No, no, just seeing America,” I said. “I’m Becky Woodward.” My smile grew. “Yes, yes, that Becky Woodward.”

She blinked at me and tilted her head. “I’m sorry, but… I’ve never heard of a Becky Woodward.”

“You haven’t?” I didn’t realize how big my ego had swelled until I felt the sharpness of her words puncture it. I thought they entire world had heard of me. “I’m the first futa.”

“Futa?” she asked, glancing at me again. Her eyes flicked down to my breasts. Then they darted back up to stare down the road.

“Yeah, I’ve been interviewed like a hundred times. I’ve been all the news networks, all the morning shows, the evening shows. Kimmel, Colbert, John Oliver, Conan, Jimmy Fallon.”

“Oh, well, we don’t have TVs or radios at our convent.”

“And no computers, either, huh?” I asked, my shoulders slumping.

“The only news we get comes from the diocese,” she said. “We’re a cloistered order, cut off from the world.” She patted my leg for a moment, her touch so warm compared to the wet skin. The heat rushed up to my pussy. My snatch clenched and my dick swelled harder, tenting the front of my sodden jean skirt. “I’m sure other people know who you are, though pride like that is not a good thing. It won’t be fulfilling for you.”

“Yeah,” I said, her touch electric.

She drove one-handed for about a minute, stroking the other up and down my bare thigh. It felt wonderful. I leaned back into the chair, not minding my blonde locks clinging to my face or my clothing molded to my body. Her touch warmed me up, my girl-dick aching to have some fun.

With a nun.

Could her vow of purity hold out against her womb begging to be impregnated.

Then Sister Chastity Hope gave a squeak and jerked her hand away. She shifted in the seat, both gripping the steering wheel. Her knuckles went white as she stared ahead. Her entire body went tense. She leaned forward, almost trying to hug her steering wheel.

She looked so cute. She couldn’t be more than a year or two older than me, in her mid-twenties.

“So, where are we going?” I asked.

“Hmm?” Sister Chastity Hope asked, her cheeks blushing redder. “Oh, yes, the convent. I was just buying supplies for our garden. We try to grow as much of our own food as we can.”

“The convent?” I said, a wicked smile spreading across my lips. “How utterly delightful. I wouldn’t mind getting a tour. Exploring every little crevasse of your convent. Seeing what it’s like. I bet it’s… interesting.”

She shivered, licking her lips. “I… well, maybe. It’s not really a place for outsiders. I can just drive you to York and…”

I touched her thigh. Her words trailed off as I stroked her through the fabric of her habit. I felt her flesh. She felt sleek and warm. She glanced at me, her pupils dilated. She swallowed as I stroked up and down her.

“W-what are you doing, Becky?” Sister Chastity Hope asked.

“Just returning the favor. It felt soooooo nice when you stroked my thigh.” I gave her leg a squeeze before sliding a little higher, passing the halfway point of her leg, reaching towards that naughty apex. “Doesn’t that feel nice?”

“I… I shouldn’t have done that,” she said. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did. I’m feeling… out of sorts.”

“Mmm, me, too,” I said, squirming. “But if you don’t want me to touch you…” I pulled my hands away.

Sister Chastity Hope bit her lower lip. Her hands writhed on the vinyl covering of the steering wheel. A squeaking sound echoed through the cab. She squirmed in place, her breasts rising and falling as she shook her head. She looked so tense. So nervous.

I loved it.

She made a turn off the highway, passing through a sign that read, “Convent of Undying Devotion.” I shivered, peering ahead for it. What would a convent look like. Would it be this stone, Gothic structure out in the middle of the fields? It wasn’t corn here, but wild grasses that grew waist high. The van’s wheels crunched on the gravel as we drove down the lane. It followed the curve of the land, a little folded here and not as flat as it appeared.

Sister Chastity Hope squirmed the entire way.

Ahead, a wooden structure appeared. It looked like… a very large house. It was clear it was meant to shelter more than just a family. It had several wings thrust off of it and rose three stories high in the center, the entire structure covered in wood siding painted a robin blue. The lawn around it was neat and orderly, a dark-green compared to the yellowish grass around us. There were rows of trees, a small orchard, and an orderly garden that looked bigger than my parent’s house back in Seattle.

She drove the van to a large carport with several other vehicles, including an old pickup truck, parked in it. She turned off the ignition and undid her seatbelt. She squirmed there for a minute, her breathing coming fast and quick.

“Is something wrong?” I asked her, my girl-dick so hard.

“Yes, something is wrong,” she said. “I… I…” She stared at me, such a pleading look in her eyes. “I’ve never felt like this in my life! This can’t be happening. Not here. Not with a woman.”

“It’s my tits, right?” I asked. “I should have worn a bra. You just can’t stop looking at them.”

The nun flinched. She swallowed. “Oh, Lord, why have you beset me with such temptation?”

I felt kind of bad for her. She thought sex was wrong. Her head was all screwed up. But even as she prayed, Sister Chastity Hope stared at me with such hunger brewing in her hazel eyes. She licked her plump lips as she shuddered.

“But it’s more than my tits, isn’t it?” I said and peeled up my damp top. The cloth clung to my tits for a moment, the fabric stretching, then sprang over them. My round tits quivered as I peeled off the wet t-shirt, glad to be out of the soaked garment. “And it’s more than my hard, pink nipples that’s got you squirming.”

I tweaked one as she stared at my naked tits with such hunger in her eyes.

“It’s that hot hole between your thighs,” I told her. “That naughty, itching pussy that’s the problem. It’s aching for you to do things with me.”

She just whimpered.

“I know,” I told her. “It’s okay. This happens to every woman that meets me. Don’t be alarmed. You’re going to enjoy yourself so much. You’re going to be thoroughly satiated by my futa-cock.”

“Futa… cock?” She said the words slow. Then her eyes flicked down to my crotch, and she noticed the bulge. “Oh, Lord, what is that?”

“That is my clit-dick,” I said. “That’s the other word I used for it. It used to be my clit and…” I gave her a look. “You know what your clit is, right? Your clitoris?”

“I had health class,” she said, her eyes so wide. She leaned her head, staring at my bulge. “But… you can’t have that. You’re so… womanly.”

“Because I am womanly,” I said, pulling up my skirt.

Sister Chastity Hope gave a squeak and jumped back at the sight of my cock popping out. It thrust into the air and quivered there, twitching and throbbing. I smiled at her reaction, then at the way she leaned back closer, eyes locked on my large shaft.

“See the pussy lips wrapped around the base,” I said. “Notice my lack of balls. I’m a futanari. The world’s first. That’s why I’m famous. Every woman—”

Sister Chastity Hope sucked the tip of my cock into her mouth.

I gasped in shock. She moved so fast. The nun’s head shot down, her black veil draping over my lap. My breasts bounced before me as I groaned. Her warm mouth engulfed my dick. It was heavenly. A nun was giving me a blowjob.

I leaned back in my seat, just savoring this delicious moment. Her lips sealed about my base. The suction reached down my shaft and into my pussy. My futa-dick throbbed in her mouth. She sucked again and again, moaning about it.

“Sister Chastity Hope,” I gasped. “Ooh, you naughty nun, I love it.”

My breasts jiggled above her as I squirmed. Pleasure rippled through my body. My pussy clenched every time she suckled. My juices flowered hot, trickling out of me. I squirmed on the seat, my ass rubbing into my wet skirt.

“Yes, yes, yes, such a naughty nun. Mmm, just suck on my girl-dick. Ooh, yes, but…” I frowned. All she did was suck. “Is this your first blowjob?”

She moaned what sounded like a yes about my dick.

Some reason, that just made my ovaries clench. The ache swelled at the tip of my dick. “Ooh, you are an innocent thing, Sister Chastity Hope.”

She sucked again on my dick.

“Well, you got to move your tongue around my cock and… Yes, yes, like that.” I shivered as her tongue stroked back and forth along the bottom of my crown. “Swipe it all around the tip, really stimulate me and… That’s good. Ooh, you do that, and I’m going to cum.”

She whimpered and danced her tongue along the tip of my girl-dick. The pleasure flooded through me. My hands found my tits, still wet from the rain, and squeezed my round mounds. I shook my perky boobs, my nipples so hard on top. I stared down at the nun, loving her demure veil draped over my lap, hiding her naughty act.

“And bob your head, too,” I said. “Slide those pretty lips up and down my cock while you suck… Ooh, just like that. Mmm, I liked that. Yes, Sister Chastity Hope. That’s good.”

Her mouth slid slowly up and down my cock. She took more and more of my shaft in her mouth, her tongue swishing back and forth, before she slid back up. She sucked the entire time. My body squirmed, my pussy clenching. The ache grew at the tip of my cock, my girl-cum eager to spurt into her hungry mouth.

“And your fingers…” I shivered. “Your fingers need to stroke my pussy lips. Don’t be afraid of my cunt. It’s so wet and eager to be touched.”

Her sucking stopped for a moment as her hand slid down my thigh. Her fingers felt… nervous. There was a twitch to them. She whimpered about my girl-dick, her tongue hardly moving at all as her fingers neared my pussy.

“Don’t stop sucking,” I groaned. “Keep blowing me as your fingers touch my pussy and… Oh, yes!”

She sucked hard just as her fingers found my pussy folds. She slid through my bush to stroke up and down my slit. She tasted my petals, pleasure racing up to build in the tip of my girl-dick buried in that warm mouth of hers. She bobbed again, tongue moving, stimulating me.

“Oh, Sister Chastity Hope, yes. That’s how you blow a futa’s cock. Mmm, you’re getting so good at it.”

I shifted in my seat as the pleasure built and built in me. Her sucking mouth and stroking fingers brought me closer to my eruption with ever passing heartbeat. My fingers dug into my perky tits as she pleasured me. She slurped as she blew me, her head moving, twisting, her passions building.

Then she jammed two fingers into my pussy.

“Sister Chastity Hope!” I gasped, loving her initiative.

Her fingers plunged in and out of my pussy, stimulating my inner depths. Pleasure rippled out of my cunt and flowed to my ovaries and the tip of my futa-cock. I whimpered, my snatch squeezing down on her digits, increasing that wicked friction.

My orgasm built even faster. This naughty nun gave me such delight. My fingers dug so hard into her tits. The passenger seat creaked as I squirmed. My booted feet kicked forward, striking the floorboard. It was so good.

“I’m going to flood your mouth with so much cum, Sister Chastity Hope,” I moaned. “Just drown you in jizz.”

She sucked harder. Her fingers plunged harder into my cunt.

“Ooh, yes you want that. You’re just a cum-hungry nun. Mmm, yes, yes, yes!”

It all happened at once.

My futa-cock erupted.

The driver door wrenched open.

I screamed out, “Sister Chastity Hope, drink down all my cum!”

“Oh, my Lord!” a new voice gasped in shock. “What devilry is this?”

Pleasure boiled out of my girl-dick. It pumped into Sister Chastity Hope’s hungry mouth. She gulped it down, swallowing it while her fingers wiggled in my spasming cunt. Pleasure rippled out of me as I squirmed on the seat. It shifted beneath me, the pleasure racing through my body. It was incredible.

I was drunk on the bliss. It boiled through my mind. My head tossed from side to side as the dual delights drowned me in ecstasy. My girl-cock kept erupting, spurting blast after blast of my futa-jizz into the nun’s mouth.

“Sister Chastity Hope, swallow every drop!” I gasped, my pussy spasming harder about her fingers. “You’re so wanton.”

“Sister Chastity Hope!” the new voice gasped again. “Stop this perversity right this instant!”

My eyes fluttered. Through the stars dancing across my vision, I saw the stern face of an older nun glaring at me over Sister Chastity Hope’s shoulders. I shuddered, my fingers kneading my tits as I fired the last blast of my girl-cum into the nun’s hungry mouth.

“Mmm, you have such a friendly nun,” I moaned. “She’s just making me feel so welcomed at your convent.”

“You filthy, lesbian hussies!” the woman shouted. She seized Sister Chastity Hope and hauled her bodily out of the cab, ripping the nun’s mouth off my girl-dick. My shaft waved back and forth, glistening with my passion. “And you, you…”

The older nun’s jaw dropped.

“M-Mother Superior,” Sister Chastity Hope sobbed. “I… I… don’t know what happened. I was… was overcome by the need to… to suck her…”

“Tranny cock?” finished the Mother Superior, her eyes locked on my dick. A sneer spreading across her tight lips. Her green eyes glazed with righteous fury.

“Tranny cock?” I demanded. The way she said those words, with such sneering contempt, angered me.

I wrenched open the door of the van and hopped out, my naked tits bouncing, my girl-dick thrusting before me. I marched around the van to face the angry Mother Superior. She stood gripping the cringing Sister Chastity Hope, waiting for me.

“You think this is a tranny cock?” I demanded. “This is a futa-cock! I have a pussy and a dick. Your nun there was having a great time fingering it, too, weren’t you?”

“Well… I… Yes.” Sister Chastity Hope’s cheeks burned scarlet. The nun shuddered, kneeling beside the Mother Superior. The fingers of her right hand glistened with my pussy juices.

“What are you?” the Mother Superior asked. “A demon given flesh? A walking perversion?”

“Maybe,” I said. I didn’t know how I became a futanari. It seemed to defy all the known laws of how cells grew. Appendages just didn’t grow in seconds to sizes a hundred times their original size in a minute. Nor did they develop all the necessary internal structures so fast, like the vas deferens that ran from my ovaries to the tip of my dick. “Maybe I am a naughty futa-demon sent here to breed every last virgin cunt in this convent.”

Sister Chastity Hope moaned, “Breed…” before she thrust her pussy-coated fingers into her mouth. She sucked on them, fucking them in and out like they were my futa-cock. Her cheeks hollowed. She shuddered, squeezing her hazel eyes shut.

“Breed us?” the Mother Superior demanded, her hips shifting. “You think you’re going to breed us? We are Brides of Christ, demon, not wanton whores who will satiate your perverse lusts.”

“Oh, then what was Sister Chastity Hope doing when you caught her sucking my dick and fingering my twat?” I asked, my hand fisting my futa-cock. My other slid past my shaft to finger my cunt.

“A momentary lapse in judgment,” the Mother Superior said. She grabbed her crucifix and brandished it before me. “Get thee gone, Satan.”

I flicked my eyes to the wooden cross and the man carved on it. I lifted my eyebrow. I waited for the trumpets of heaven to resound, for an angelic chorus to sing, and for holy light to strike me down and drive me away.

“Care to try again, Mother Superior?” I asked, thrusting my fingers into my pussy. I groaned, my cunt so juicy about my digits. My hand stroked my girl-dick faster. A bead of jizz, trapped in my urethra after my orgasm, beaded the tip.

Sister Chastity Hope froze in her finger sucking.

“I might have felt a tingle ripple through me,” I purred. “But that may have been my fingers plunging into my cunt.”

Her face tightened. She fixed her eyes on me and shook the cross again. “In the name of Jesus Christ, I command you to flee, Demon!”

Her voice resounded with such authority. It crackled with such power. Lightning flashed in the distance. Thunder rumbled a moment later. I shivered this time, my pussy clenching down on my fingers, my dick throbbing.

But it was just the storm.

I stroked up my dick again, my tip aching and throbbing. “Well, I don’t think that did—”

With a moan, Sister Chastity Hope lunged forward and sucked on my girl-dick again. She sealed her lips around half of my crown, nursing on the tip. Her tongue fluttered up, brushing my slit, gathering that drop of precum beading there.

“Damn,” I groaned. “Ooh, damn, you’re just a little nun-slut.”

“Sister Chastity Hope!” snapped the Mother Superior. She seized the horny nun by the ear and hauled her off my cock, bringing a gasp of pain from her.

“I’m sorry, Mother Superior!” gasped Sister Chastity Hope. “It’s just… that cock… That cum. Ooh, girl-cum taste so good. It’s so salty and wonderful. And… And… I want to be bred by her. I want her demon-cock to fuck me.”

“It’s not a demon-cock,” I said, remembering what the Christians of West Texas thought. “It’s spreads miracles. Futa-daughters. I’ll give you a gift. God sent me here. I’m the new direction of humans. The new Eve.”

I didn’t really believe those words, but they just spilled out of my mouth. This Mother Superior was annoying me. It felt so good having Sister Chastity Hope sucking on my girl-dick, and now her mouth was gone.

I needed to cum so badly.

“God didn’t send you,” sneered the Mother Superior.

“Oh, yeah,” I smiled. “Then why is your pussy getting so hot. Why is it begging you to let my futa-cock breed your pure depths. Unless… God sent me here. What if I’m an angel spreading my miraculous girl-seed everywhere? Imagine your entire convent blessed by me.”

“No!” she shouted even as Sister Chastity Hope whimpered, “Yes!”

The Mother Superior gripped her crucifix tighter, knuckles whitening. “Your lies may be enticing, but I hear the Adversary in them. You tell me what I want to hear. You think to flatter my ego with your words dripping venom.”

“Dripping futa-cum,” I said.

“Mother Superior,” groaned Sister Chastity. She leaned forward, but the older nun kept a firm grip on her ear. “Please, please, we need her to breed us. She is a miracle. Can’t you feel it? She was sent here to give us such passion.”

“That is your sinful body lying to you,” the Mother Superior said. “You have to fight it. You have to stay pure.”

“Do you want me to breed you, Sister Chastity Hope?” I asked, staring down at her.

“Yes!” she moaned, her face twisted with rapture.

“Then you need to eat the Mother Superior’s cunt. If you want my cock, you have to lick her pussy.”

“She would never do something so perverse,” the Mother Superior said.

I smiled at her. “Oh, you would be surprised what a woman will do when she wants to be bred by my futa-cock.”

“Yes!” Sister Chastity Hope moaned.

The Mother Superior held the nubile nun’s ear to keep Sister Chastity Hope for my girl-dick. It did nothing to keep her from whirling around and attacking the Mother Superior. I shuddered as the younger nun pressed the older back against the side of the van.

Sister Chastity Hope struggled to draw up the Mother Superior’s robe. My pussy clenched on my probing fingers as I watched. Pleasure rippled through me as shock rippled across the older nun’s face. She shook her head from side to side, struggling to push away Sister Chastity Hope’s hands.

“What are you doing?” the Mother Superior groaned. “Control yourself, Sister. Remember your calling.”

“But I want to be bred,” moaned Sister Chastity Hope. “Just stop struggling and let me eat your pussy, Mother Superior.”

“No!” the older nun shouted, her cheeks red. “This is filthy! Vile!”

“It’s the Lord’s will!” I said. “That’s why it makes your pussy so wet. It is, isn’t it?” I asked, a big grin spreading across my lips. “Ooh, yes, the Lord’s will has your cunt dripping.”

“No,” she groaned, her head shaking back and forth. “I would never want this. It’s lesbian sex. It’s fornication and…”

Her words trailed off as Sister Chastity Hope managed to get her head beneath the Mother Superior’s black skirt. I couldn’t see what the younger nun was doing, only witness the movement of her head disturbing the fabric as she rose up between the older nun’s thighs.

“Sister Chastity Hope!” the Mother Superior gasped. “No, no, stop that at once. This is vile! No, no, stop pulling down my panties!”

“But if I don’t eat your pussy,” came the muffled reply of Sister Chastity Hope, “then Becky won’t fuck me with her girl-dick. She won’t breed me.”

“Nope,” I said, fisting my futa-dick faster. “You’ll just have to suffer with that itching, aching pussy.”

“Ooh, she’s wet, too, Becky,” groaned the younger nun. “She’s like me.”

“No, no!” the Mother Superior’s green eyes bulged. She shuddered. “Sister Chastity Hope, stop this right now. You can’t do that.”

“Oh, Mother Superior, you taste as good as Becky.” The nun made a purring sound while the Mother Superior shuddered. “Just delicious. And your silky bush… It’s tickling my face.”

I shuddered, picturing the younger nun’s tongue sliding through the Mother Superior’s hot pussy, the nun’s pubic hair spilling about Sister Chastity Hope’s youthful features. It made my pussy squeeze down on my pumping fingers. My girl-dick throbbed in my stroking hand.

This was so exciting. It made me ache and throb. I wanted to join in on the fun.

The Mother Superior shuddered. She writhed against the side of the van, her body trembling, her breasts jiggling beneath her top. I licked my lips while the younger nun moaned her delight as she plunged into lesbian passion with such enthusiasm. She wiggled her hips, her black robe spilling over her rump, molding to that cute asses.

“Mmm, I’m going to fuck her so hard while she devours you,” I purred. “Doesn’t that sound hot, Mother Superior?”

“It sounds sinful, demon,” she groaned, her head tossing from side to side.

“I know,” I said. “That’s what makes it so much fun. Sinning…” I shuddered. “Sinning is what makes life so worth living.”

I drew up Sister Chastity Hope’s robe. I exposed her slender calves and her lush thighs. Her flesh was so bare. She whimpered in excitement, moaning into the Mother Superior’s cunt. The older nun groaned, her face twisting with passion. She tried to look away as I threw Sister Chastity Hope’s robe up and over her rump, exposing a pair of plain, boring granny panties. Those cheap kind you get in a ten pack from Walmart.

I tugged those down, the Mother Superior licking her lips, her head craning forward. I smiled, looking up at her as I leaned down and kissed at Sister Chastity Hope’s rump. The nun groaned and wiggled her hips, rubbing her butt-cheeks against my face.

“Mmm, I know, Mother Superior, she’s got a cute ass,” I purred.

“Demon!” the nun hissed, but it lost a lot of her bite. Instead, it contained a throaty quality. She jerked her eyes up even as her hips rotated, grinding her hot cunt across Sister Chastity Hope’s mouth.

“Mmm, and she’s got a cute bush, too,” I said, my fingers stroked up and down the nun’s virgin flesh. “Black and thick. Ooh, yes, you’re going to love eating her pussy out when it’s full of my cum.”

“I will not!” she hissed.

I grinned at her. “Of course you will. You won’t get bred until you eat her cunt out full of my spunk.”

I brought my girl-dick to Sister Chastity Hope’s pussy. The nun moaned her excitement into the Mother Superior’s snatch. The older nun shuddered. I could only imagine, hearing the naughty licks and slurps coming from beneath her habit.

Sister Chastity Hope ate pussy with the same gusto she sucked my cock.

I pressed against the nun’s hymen. I groaned in delight at the feel of her maidenhead stretching before my cock. I grinned at the Mother Superior as I took her nun’s cherry. Sister Chastity Hope squealed in delight as I ripped through the thin membrane with a hard thrust and buried into untouched pussy.

“Praise the Lord!” I moaned as I sank into the nun’s silky embrace.

I was the first cock to ever be in her. The first to ever sample her depths. It was incredible. Like with Scarlett and the other virgins of West Texas, it was a spiritual moment. I transitioned Sister Chastity Hope into a new world, ushering her fully into womanhood and soon into motherhood.

Those Christians were right. I was a new Eve, the mother and father of a whole new gender of humans.

I shuddered, gripping the nun’s hips as I fucked her hard and fast. My tits heaved before me. My pussy clenched as I enjoyed this delicious delight. She moaned and gasped into the Mother Superior’s pussy, her hips stirring in circles, stirring her pussy around my dick.

It was incredible.

I groaned, drinking in the pleasure. It surged through me. This wondrous heat. I groaned, a deep thrill rippling through me. I bit my lip, thrusting with all my might as I fucked my girl-dick over and over into pussy, stirring her up, making the nun whimper and moan.

“Sister Hope Chastity!” I moaned. “Ooh, yes, yes, yes, your pussy… Your pussy is heavenly. I’m going to plant a holy daughter in you!”

“Yes!” she moaned into the Mother Superior’s pussy, her head moving beneath the older nun’s robe.

“Oh… oh, my,” the Mother Superior groaned. Her green eyes fluttered. “Oh… This is… This is so sinful. She’s… she’s…”

“Driving you to an orgasm?” I asked, my hips pumping hard and fast, working my girl-dick in and out of the deflowered nun’s pussy.

“Yes!” the older nun moaned. Her face scrunched up in pleasure. “Oh, no, I can’t… I can’t surrender to this… but… but…”

“It feels so good,” I panted, my dick aching inside of the nun’s tight pussy. My tip drank in every silky inch as I pumped away harder and harder. My naked tits heaved before me. “It’s okay. Surrender to your pleasure. Cum on her face and inspire me to breed her!”

“Cum on my face, Mother Superior!” whimpered the nun, her pussy clenching on me. “Then she’ll breed you, too.”

The Mother Superior’s eyes bulged. She gasped, her body heaving. Her head tossed from side to side. Her brown hair spilled out from beneath her veil. Her head tossed back as her body shuddered against the gray van.

“Oh, Lord, yes!” she cried out in rapture.

Ecstasy crossed her face as she came on her nun’s mouth. I shuddered in delight, thrusting hard into Sister Chastity Hope, loving the look of bliss bursting across the older nun’s expression. She shook her head from side to side. Her eyes fluttered. Her body heaved as the pleasure raced through her.

Sister Chastity Hope’s pussy went wild about my cock. Licking hot snatch, drinking the Mother Superior’s cunt cream, sent the younger nun over the edge into ecstasy. Her twat writhed about my dick. Her spasming flesh massaged me. It felt incredible I threw back my head, moaning in delight, welcoming this amazing treat.

It left me shuddering and whimpering. It left me dazed, my head lolling from side to side. My eyes blinked as the pleasure burned so hot through me. This wondrous bliss burst in the depths of my cunt. I rammed into her pussy.

And bred the deflowered nun.

“Sister Chastity Hope,” I moaned, my tits heaving as my cock unloaded into her. I pumped blast after blast of jizz into her.

“Yes, yes, yes, breed her!” the Mother Superior shouted. She reached out and grabbed my tits. She squeezed them, kneaded them. She leaned to me.

We kissed while the younger nun quivered between us. Sister Chastity Hope’s pussy milked my dick as I devoured the older nun’s mouth. I shuddered, hearing women gasp, noticing other nuns watching us on the periphery, shocked by what they saw.

It made me shiver. My dick spurted a final time into the younger nun. I ripped my shaft out of her cunt, unveiling my futa-cock to all the nuns. I licked my lips as I stepped back, tasting the Mother Superior on them.

“Now it’s your turn to be bred by my holy cock, Mother Superior!” I moaned. “On your back. Let Sister Chastity Hope ride your face while I plant my holy daughter into your cunt.”

“Praise the Lord!” the Mother Superior called.

Sister Chastity Hope’s face emerged from beneath the older nun’s robe, her flushed cheeks smeared with pussy cream. She held a pair of balled up panties in her hand, plain and boring white. Without hesitating, the Mother Superior stretched out on her back, her thighs spread wide, her robe sliding down lush, toned legs to reveal a brown bush darkened by juices, thick, engorged pussy lips peeking through.

“Plant your blessed seed in me, futa!” she panted. “Futa-angel!”

The watching nuns gasped and shuddered as I mounted their leader. As I guided my cock to her pussy, my hands lifting up the nun’s rump. Sister Chastity Hope ripped off her habit. Her round breasts bounced in a boring, white bra. That came off a moment later, her tits firm with her youth. Her hair fell black down her face, her veil lost with the rest of her nun’s habit. Cum matted her bush, my seed leaking out of her.

She settled on the Mother Superior’s face as I thrust. My dick sank into a second nun’s tight pussy. It was virgin tight, but it still felt incredible around me. Hot and silky. My back arched, my naked breasts bouncing before me as I slid into her depths.

“Oh, yes!” the Mother Superior moaned even as she pulled down Sister Chastity Hope to sit on her face. I wasn’t sure which excited the older nun more: my girl-dick plundering her tight cunt, or the creampie she was about to devour.

“Mother Superior!” squealed the younger nun, her firm tits bouncing as she squirmed on the older nun’s hungry mouth. “Yes, yes, eat Becky’s holy futa-seed out of my bred pussy!”

The other nuns fell to their knees as if to pray, but their hands rubbed at their pussies through their habits. They stared with feverish eyes as I pumped my girl-dick in and out of their Mother Superior’s tight snatch. Sister Chastity Hope moaned out her worship, grinding her cum-filled muff on the Mother Superior’s hungry mouth.

As I fucked her, I watched her tongue lap out, vanishing into Sister Chastity Hope’s black bush and cum-smeared labia. She gathered my cream and the nun’s pussy juices. It made me ache. It propelled my hips to thrust so hard and fast into the nun.

“I’m going to plant babies in all of you!” I moaned, my hips thrusting away hard and fast. “Oh, yes, you’re all going to be bred by my futa-cock!”

“Hallelujah,” a nun with lush-brown skin moaned.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Sister Chastity Hope moaned. Then she ducked her head down and sucked on my pink nipple.

The sensation shot right to the tip of my girl-dick buried in the Mother Superior’s tight pussy. I shuddered, my hips thrusting faster and faster as I fucked my futa-cock hard and fast in and out of the nun’s snatch. Her pussy clenched down hard on my shaft while she moaned into Sister Chastity Hope’s pussy.

It was so delicious. The young nun worshiped my nipple. Her tongue danced around it between her hot sucks. Her hands fondled both my breasts, squeezing them, her fingers teasing my other nipple. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. My juices flowed down my thighs as I pumped away hard. I slammed my girl-dick so hard and deep into the Mother Superior’s cunt.

“Oh, I’m going to breed you all!” I gasped, the pleasure coursing through me. “Your pussies will all overflow with my seed.”

“Hallelujah,” the brown-skinned nun moaned. Others echoed her.

I shivered, the air brimming with passion. Sister Chastity Hope sucked even harder at my nipple. She loved my nub. I groaned, my pussy clenching so hard. My ovaries grew tighter and tighter with another load of skin.

Then the young nun squealed. Her mouth popped off my nipple. Her arms flew around my neck, pulling my face close to hers. I could smell the spicy musk of the Mother Superior’s pussy adorning her face.

“She’s sucking on my clit, Becky and… and…” Her face scrunched up with pleasure. “Yes! I’m cumming! Praise the Lord!”

She kissed me.

I melted into her lips, thrusting hard into the Mother Superior’s cunt. The spicy flavor adorning the younger nun’s lips sent a wave of heat through me. I slammed forward hard. The silky friction surged around my futa-cock.

I came.

My futa-spunk pumped into the Mother Superior’s pussy. I bred her while the pleasure surged through me. My eyes squeezed shut. I whimpered and moaned. I clung to the younger nun, our nipples caressing as our tongues danced.

The other nuns moaned around us, their masturbatory worship reaching a moaning peak.

Then the Mother Superior joined us. She cried out her rapture into my Sister Chastity Hope’s pussy. Her cunt spasmed around my cock, milking my shaft, drawing out every drop of cum in me. I shuddered, my eyes squeezing shut.

She milked the last drop of my cum out of me.

Buzzing in rapture, I broke the kiss and rose. My dick plopped out of the Mother Superior’s cunt. It dripped pussy juices as I faced the other moaning nuns. I grinned at them as they stared at my cock with such hunger in their eyes.

“Who shall receive my blessed seed next?” I moaned, lost to the naughty fantasy, drunk on the pleasure of these nuns.

They all cried out for my seed. I grinned and knew I would enjoy my stay at the convent.

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April 17th, 2047

“They renamed their convent The Devoted Sisters of the Futa Becky and called themselves Futanarite Nuns after my visit,” I said.

“I’ve never heard about that,” Adelia said. Genuine interest shine on her face, not the cultivated look she used while pretending what I told her was new information.

“They keep to themselves, but they are still devoted to doing good. They only accept girls pregnant with my child. They raise my daughters who have gone out to found new convents around the world, starting their own harems of nuns devoted to serving the God in their strange, Catholic way by helping the faithful understand sex is wonderful.”

“That is so fascinating,” Adelia said. “Religion has always been a large part of the human experience, and it’s remarkable how you’ve affected them, especially those more… repressed.”

“Yeah,” I said nodding my head. “I wish I had been more active about it when younger. I could have done some good during my wanderings with I really thought about it.”

“By being a missionary spreading free love?”

I nodded my head. “But I was young…”

“Well, your actions once you become president bore fruit,” Adelia said. “But we’re not there yet in your story.”

“Not yet.”

“So I understand that it was during your hitchhiking period that you ran into the cult for the first time.”

“Now that was surreal,” I said. I could feel the studio audience growing hushed, ready to hear my tale.

To be continued…

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Fantasy of my two best friends finally getting together. Hope you guys like it, it’s my first time 😉

Gym Lovers Part I

It was a quiet night at the gym. Megan always liked to workout in the evening because the gym was less crowded and she could get more work in. She was standing in front of the mirror doing her dumbbell curls with her 20 pound weights. Another reason she came this late was because she could wear whatever she wanted. She wore her yellow sports bra and her black compression shorts and tennis shoes. As she was looking in the mirror checking herself out, she noticed another girl in the gym doing squats, with quite a bit of weight at that. She was shorter than Megan and blonde. Megan started watching her squat with all that weight and suddenly couldn’t stop watching her. The girl was also wearing a sports bra (orange) and black compression shorts. Megan watched as she squatted the weight. Her form was perfect. Her back was straight, her butt stretched out against her shorts and the muscles in her legs were well defined just like the rest of her. She went down… Then back up… Down… Back up again… Down… Back up. Her form was perfect every time. Megan couldn’t keep her eyes off of her.

“Who was this girl?” She thought.

She started to sweat a little more feeling herself getting hotter. Her breathing increased. She kept standing there watching this girl do ever rep sticking her butt out. It was amazing it didn’t bust right through her shorts. It was then Megan realized that her own hand was rubbing against the outside of her compression shorts. She immediately pulled her hand away and looked around to see if someone noticed. They had not. Megan thought about going to the locker room to shower now but she couldn’t get her mind off of this girl. What about her was making her feel all funny. Megan finally decided to be brave and go over and talk to her. She would just compliment her on her squatting and go back to the locker room. Megan took a deep breath and started to walk over.

Megan started to make her way over to the girl. She was getting more and more nervous with each step. What was wrong with her? It’s just a girl doing squats. She thought. She was starting to turn red as she approached her. The girl raised up from another squat and racked the bar back up. She grabbed her towel and wiped the sweat from her face.

“Oh!” She said noticing Megan, “Hello.”
“Hi!” Megan said nervously.
Megan loved this girls voice. It was exactly how she thought she would sound. Her legs were shaking she was so nervous.

“Can I help you with something?” The girl asked.
“Oh!” Megan said, “Um no I uh actually noticed you from across the room and I wanted to tell you it was really nic… Or um impressive how you were squatting that weight…”
“Oh!” The girl said smiling, “Well thank you! I appreciate it. You weren’t so bad on those Dumbbells yourself. I’m Katie by the way.”
“Thank you! I’m uh Megan”
Megan was blushing so red trying to keep her focus.
“Well nice to meet you Megan. Is there anything else I can do for you?”
“Oh uh no I was just going to take a shower now. Thank you.”
“Ok” Katie smiled, “See you around.”
“Yes definitely.”
Megan walked towards the locker room with a huge grin on her face. Katie watched Megan’s butt sway as she walked and her eyebrows raised with interest.

Megan closed the door of the locker room and slumped against the wall.
“Wow!” She said aloud.
She then noticed her shorts and thong were soaking wet. She pulled them down for a peak and saw that it was all dripping from inside her. She was astonished. She had never leaked out even remotely close to this before. She decided she should probably take a shower and turned on the water. She slipped out of her wet and sweaty clothes and got in closing the curtain. All she could think about was Katie as she started running the shampoo through her hair. Every inch of her was just perfect even her voice. She remembered how she said her name. Megan then realized she was touching herself. It felt so good though she wasn’t about to stop. She couldn’t stop thinking about Katie’s body and how much she wanted to touch her. She ran her fingers around her clit making it bigger. She was moaning as leaned against the shower wall. She thought she was being quiet.

Unknowingly to Megan, Katie had entered the locker room to look for her. She heard the shower and assumed it was Megan in there. She also could hear her. She had to lean closer to the shower to hear her.
“Ohhhh Katie… Mmmm” Megan was moaning, “Ohhhh yeah right there… That’s where I like to be touched baby…”
Katie’s jaw dropped but she also felt herself becoming very warm and hot. She started rubbing her shorts with her hand. She continued to listen.
“Mmmm Katie yes touch me… Oh your arms are so strong.”

Katie was getting so aroused she couldn’t stand it anymore. She slipped out of her clothes and quietly pulled back the curtain. Megan was under the water facing the sprayer rubbing her clit more aggressively. Katie quietly stepped in behind her closing the curtain back. She reached around and put her arms around Megan. Megan jumped and spun around her mouth open to yell but Katie put her hand to Megan’s mouth stopping her smiling at her. Megan grinned back at Katie putting her arms around Katie’s neck. Katie leaned in and kissed Megan softly on the lips. It was exactly as Megan thought it would be. Katie’s lips were so soft and felt so right against hers. Megan lightly kissed Katie back. They started very softly exchanging kisses while rubbing each other’s soft back. It all felt perfect. The hot water coming down on them as they felt each other up. Katie’s arms around Megan waist as Megan’s remained around Katie’s neck. The kissing soon became much more intense. Megan had her hands on Katie’s face as she kissed her. Katie then surprised Megan and pushed her against the shower wall while kissing her roughly. Megan let out a gasp of pleasure as Katie’s kisses began going down to her neck.
“Ahhh” she moaned.
Katie giggled as she sucked on Megan’s neck. Katie’s hand then ran down Megan’s breasts to her abs and finally her clit. Katie stared into Megan’s eyes as she started to run it with her fingers. They continued to kiss each other under the sprayer. Everything felt so right. Megan loved the way she was touching her. Katie’s fingers were soft and just the right size for her clit. She used a circular motion and would occasionally go side to side with her clit. She held her tight with her other arm around her. Megan ran her hands through Katie’s hair.
“Mmmmm Katie… Aaaaahhh…”
Katie started to go faster and faster then she slipped her finger inside of her.
“Ohhh!” Megan gasped of pleasure.
Katie started rubbing Megan’s g spot by moving her middle finger towards her tickling it.
“Oh God! Oh yes!!” Megan cried
Megan felt herself shaking with pleasure. She had never been able to reach her own g spot before and it was something she couldn’t get from a man’s penis. But Katie’s fingers knew right where to touch her.

When the g spot was becoming almost unbearable with pleasure, Katie started to push her fingers deeper inside of Megan. She thrusted her two fingers deeper and faster. Megan clutched Katie’s hair as Katie fucked her. The sound of Megan’s juices and the water made a loud splashing sound that they both really enjoyed. Katie kept going faster and faster. She kissed Megan’s neck some more and ran the fingers of her her hand wrapped around her through her hair. Megan started feeling everything getting tight. She knew it was time. Katie’s soft skin against her, her rock hard body, her fingers inside of her, and her kisses on her neck, Even the smell of her post workout body, it was all rushing through her mind at once and she couldn’t control it any longer. She didn’t want to…
“Ohhh Katie!!! Aaaaahhhh!!!” She screamed.
Katie pulled her fingers out quickly and a clear liquid shot from inside Megan and onto the shower floor instantly being washed down. The pleasure made Megan very weak in the knees and she started to fall over towards Katie. Katie grabbed her tightly with both her arms wrapped around Megan’s. She brought Megan slowly to the floor of the shower where she was sitting on top of Katie. Katie brushed Megan’s hair out of her face and had a big smile on her face. She kissed her once and smiled back at her again. Megan started to regain her focus. The pleasure rushing through her entire body.
“I’ve never felt anything like that.” She whispered to Katie.
“Cause you haven’t been with the right girl before.” Katie said.
“I’ve never been with a girl before.”
“Neither have I.”
Both girls giggled at each other.

By now Megan’s rush of orgasm had given way to a rush of ecstasy. She grabbed Katie by the back of her head and started to kiss her very deeply. Katie’s strong arms remained tight around Megan. Megan started grinding against Katie while seated on top of her. Both of them were moaning quietly. Both girls then leaned back away from each other. Katie wrapped her left leg over top of Megan’s right leg. Megan wrapped her left leg over top of Katie’s right. They scooted together until both of their clits were touching. They then put one arm around each other’s head and and used one arm to keep their balance on the floor. They then stated pulling themselves into each other. Their clits would brush from one side to another back and forth. Feeling their clits touching the other girls gave them a rush of pleasure. They started moaning louder and louder. They looked deep into each other’s eyes. Their muscles were flexed completely from the strain of the exercise. Katie’s big biceps and Megan’s tight abs. The pushed harder and harder into each other until they couldn’t take the pleasure anymore. Both girls felt everything rush to their clit and both of them let out a yell as their orgasms occurred at the same time.

Katie then pulled Megan down on top of her. Megan giggled as she came face to face with Katie and started kissing her. Megan started making her way down Katie’s hard body. She kissed her small breasts and then made her way over to her biceps. Katie flexed them for her and Megan caressed them and kissed them before making her way to Katie’s abs and finally down to her pussy. She started licking Katie’s clit. It was her first taste of a girl. It tasted good. She could see why guys liked it so much. She slipped her middle finger inside of Katie. It was really tight. If she wasn’t wet, it may not have been possible. It was really warm inside of her tough. Megan started to tickle Katie’s g spot just as she had done for her. Katie clutched Megan’s hair tightly.
“Ohhh Megan…” She moaned.
Megan licked her clit while tickling her g spot then began to slide her finger deeper inside of her. It was tighter and tighter the further she went. She started thrusting her finger back and forth while nibbling on her clit. Katie was starting shake just as Megan had done before.
“Megan!!! EEEEEEE!!!”
Megan pulled her finger back out and stuck it into her mouth sucking her cum right off.
“Come here.” Katie said

Megan climbed back on top of Katie and kissed her again on the lips. Katie wrapped her arms around Megan holding her tightly. They didn’t say anything. They just laid there staring into each other’s eyes. Smiling.

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As the Battle of Hogwarts comes to an end Harry Potter would like nothing more than to have a peaceful life with Ginny Weasley, unknown to Harry there’s still one man that seeks his death.

Part 8

Luna continued her slow pacing round her back garden. Gone were her looks from the night before. When she was at home she liked to spend her time in muggle clothes she found comfortable. Today she was walking round her garden bare foot wearing a pair of shorts, a loose flowery shirt and a braided headband in her messy hair.

Luna liked spending time in her garden. She’d often spend time walking around humming quietly to herself or listening to the birds whistling from a near by tree.

Her thoughts today though, as she took another lap around the garden, were about Tom making love to her last night. She couldn’t stop thinking about him, and it wasn’t just the sex that was on her mind. He was so beautiful to her and was so kind. She seriously considered that he would make a truly wonderful boyfriend.

He’d promised to come see her today and she couldn’t wait to just be around him again, although the thought of him making love to her again excited her. So as she chucked some food onto the grass for the birds, she made her way back into the house.
*****

Molly Weasley woke up with a big smile on her face. For the last two nights her and Arthur had made love to each other. She’d even given him a blowjob in the kitchen last night when Hermione was sat in the other room reading a book. She could not believe her sex drive and lust had come back, but she was sure as hell enjoying it.

This was only one of the reasons she’d woke up happy however. Arthur was currently kissing her neck, his erection poking into her hip.

Reaching for his cock she whispered ‘I hope you’re going to put that to good use.’

‘Of course dear.’ he grunted back as she slowly stroked his cock.

‘We’ll need to be quick though, the kids will be up soon.’ Molly said as she picked up her wand and put a silencing charm on the door.

Arthur positioned himself in between his wife’s legs as he rubbed his cock against against her entrance. He found that his cock easily pushed in all the way as she was desperately wet. He quickly built up a fast rhythm as he pounded into his wife with no mercy. He could feel his balls slap against her as he pushed inside her as deep as possible with every thrust.

Molly never had to encourage her husband. After all these years he knew exactly how she liked to be pleasured in the bedroom. So as he leaned down to suck on her boobs all she could do was let out a series of moans.

‘Ohh yes… l-l-like t-that, oh yeah y-yeah!’

Arthur was still pounding into her with all his strength and he knew he was getting close. He was also panting heavily, the combined efforts of the pleasure he was getting and his lack of stamina.

‘Ohh Arthur! I’m so close.. R-Right t-t-t-there! Ohhh Merlin.’

As Molly’s pussy tightened around his cock it was all to much for Arthur and he fired his load deep inside of her.

Wiping the trickle of sweat off of his forehead he leaned forwards and kissed Molly.
******

Harry, Hermione and Ginny were sat in the kitchen having breakfast together. It was the day of Ron’s second Quidditch match and he’d had to spend the night with the team. Hermione seemed to be missing her boyfriend. It was obvious she was disappointed about not getting her daily dose of Ron’s cum inside her.

Harry and Ginny however were in high spirits, despite being overly tired. Last night Harry’s stamina had been put to the test as he and Ginny had shagged late into the night. Everytime Harry had fired his load Ginny would go down on him and get him hard again. After 4 orgasms for Harry, and countless more for Ginny, the young couple had finally fallen asleep.

So today the three of them, plus Mrs Weasley, were going to watch Ron play again. The rest of the family were busy at work and Mrs Weasley had told them she would watch the match but wouldn’t attend the after party because she was too tired.

So after they all had eaten, they apparated to the stadium.
*****

Luna was walking towards the village. It was around 4 in the afternoon and Tom still hadn’t come to see her. She was already missing him and was sure he wouldn’t mind if she came to see him again.

She was slightly upset that he hadn’t come to see her like he said he would, but she presumed that he was just busy and had not got the time too yet.

As Luna got closer to Tom’s house her thoughts turned to the night before. The sex had been so passionate and beautiful and she had confessed her love to him. In all honesty she didn’t really understand what love was, although she knew she had strong feelings for the muggle boy. And he had told her in return that he loved her aswell. She couldn’t wait to spend more time with him.

As she reached his house the first thing she noticed was a few people passed out on the front garden. Clearly still feeling rough from the party last night they hadn’t woken up yet. Luna wanted to go check that they was ok, but she also couldn’t wait to see Tom so she proceeded to knocking on the front door.

A boy about 18 answered the door. Sick stains on his top and his greasy hair sprawled across his face.

‘Hello, is Tom here?’ Luna asked in her dreamy far away voice.

The boy just held his head in pain and said ‘He’s upstairs I think.’ and he let her pass through the door into the house.

The house was in a terrible state. Furniture was broken everywhere and even more people were passed out on the floor. There was puddles of sick, and in one spot blood, everywhere in the house.

Carefully walking through the house, avoiding all the sick and smashed glass, Luna made her way upstairs to Tom’s room. Having manners she knocked a few times on his door, but when there was no answer she opened the door and walked in.

Tom was lying on the bed naked. But there was an equally naked girl bouncing up and down on his cock. Neither Tom or the random girl had noticed Luna walk in and they were both moaning in pleasure as they fucked.

Tears started to form in Luna’s eyes as the boy she had all these feelings for thrust into another girl. A boy who had made love to her for the first time and said that he also loved her. Clearly he had used her. She felt pathetic and vulnerable.

Tom and the girl seemed to noticed that they were being watched at the same time and both made to cover up.

‘Shit! Luna what are you doing here?!’ Tom shouted.

Luna didn’t say anything, as tears of heart break started to run down her face. Her hand twitched towards the wand that was in her pocket.

She was legally aloud to do magic outside of Hogwarts now that she was 17, but it was still illegal to perform magic on or in front of a muggle. But consequences be damned, Tom had mislead her and she wanted him to pay. She muttered an incantation and directed her want towards the bed without either of them noticing. With that she turned and left the room.
*****

The Quidditch match went excellently again. Ron didn’t have much to do in the game and had managed not to let a single goal in. Galvin of course was the star of the show, winning the match for the team as he stole the snitch from under the nose of the opposition seeker after a low dive.

After the match Harry, Hermione and Ginny went to the players lounge to meet up with Ron. After congratulating Ron Harry had gone over to talk to Galvin.

Harry noticed from across the bar that Ron was looking over jealously, annoyed that his best friend was interested more in talking to Galvin than himself. So Harry called him over to join the conversation.

‘Ron! Great game today mate don’t you think?’ Galvin asked as Ron joined them.

Ron’s spirits instantly rose, he loved talking about Quidditch.

‘Yeah it’s good to get another win, you pulled of a great catch at the end.’

‘Well it was alright I suppose.’ Galvin responded with a big smile.

The three of them spent the next fifteen minutes talking about Quidditch and the Cannons, with some other members of the team joining in.

As more people turned up to the party the alcohol got flowing. Everyone was drinking again and the music was soon turned on. Harry and Ginny spent some time dancing together before joining in with a drinking game that Ron, Hermione, Galvin and some other people were playing. Harry didn’t really understand the game he was playing, but he loved downing the drinks each time he lost.

As they all started getting steadily drunk they began to play truth or dare. Ron was up first and picked dare. The Quidditch lads instantly put their heads together to plan a dare for him.

‘Okay Ron.’ Galvin explained. ‘You have to strip naked and go do a lap of the Quidditch pitch on your broom.’

At first Ron looked hesitant, but he knew he couldn’t back down on his dare so he walked outside of the bar and stripped down. Moments later he was zooming around naked on his broom. Harry noticed Hermione’s eyes following the naked Ron hungrily.

As Ron finally re-entered the room fully clothed, it was Hermione’s turn.

She looked cautiously at Ron’s team mates. She didn’t fancy having to do an outrageous dare so she opted for truth.

‘You’re biggest secret?’ Ginny asked straight away.

Hermione thought about it hard. Most of her secrets were about the war, secrets about Harry and Voldemort that she couldn’t tell anyone at the time. Obviously since the war had ended they had all come out and were common knowledge now. There was something nagging at her brain though. There was another big secret she had, but she couldn’t remember anything about it.

‘Hmm all my secrets were about the war so I don’t have a big secret anymore.’ Hermione confessed. ‘Ask me something else.’

It was probably a bad idea that Hermione offered they ask her something else.

‘First sexual experience?’ Galvin asked, not at all bothered about embarrassing Hermione.

Hermione blushed. It wasn’t something she really wanted to share with people but it was the aim of the game. Downing another shot she spoke up.

‘When Ron fingered me me in his bedroom whilst Harry was asleep on the floor a few weeks ago.’ She said, as her and Ron went bright red with embarrassment.

Most of the group laughed at Harry for being so close yet unaware of the couple pleasuring one another whilst he slept. Although he wasn’t bothered, he had got it on with Ginny whilst Hermione had been awake a couple of weeks ago, and that was good enough revenge for him.

Next up was Harry, who opted for truth.

‘Happiest moment of your life?’ asked Hermione.

Everyone obviously thought it would be defeating Voldemort and finally being free of terror. That didn’t even cross Harry’s mind however.

‘My happiest moment would be the first time I kissed Ginny. I was so happy to finally be with the person I love more than anyone in the world. Someone who was perfect and beautiful in every way.’ Harry said, not at all embarrassed.

‘Blahhh, pass me the sick bucket.’ Galvin joked, as Ginny beamed affectionately at Harry.

‘Ok Ginny your turn, Truth or Dare?’ Ron asked.

‘Well I ain’t scared of any dares you lot could come up with so I’ll go for that.’ Ginny replied confidently.

Galvin instantly leaned over to whisper in Ron and Harry’s ears. After a few seconds they both nodded their heads, a big grin spreading on Harry’s face.

‘Ok Ginny, we dare you to snog Hermione.’ Galvin said.

Hermione looked shocked. She definitely wasn’t a lesbian and didn’t fancy kissing Ginny even if they were close friends.

Ginny noticed Hermione’s discomfort.

‘C’mon Hermione it’s only a bit of fun.’ she said reassuringly as she leaned in towards her friend.

With the eyes of every male in the room on them (and some female) the friends leaned towards each other and shared a quick kiss. Smiling awkwardly at each other they leaned in again and this time started to get into it. Tongues were exploring the others mouth and Ginny had her hand in Hermione’s bushy hair. The two girls continued to kiss passionately for around a minute before they pulled away from eachother.

Harry had a big grin on his face still, and a slight bulge in his trousers. Ron had a look of happy disgust. Happy that he’d just seen his girlfriend get off with another girl. Disgusted that the other girl was his sister.

Before the next person could take their turn, a burly beater from the team, Galvin noticed some new arrivals.

‘Looks like someone needs to greet our newest guests to the party.’ he said, drawing everyones attention to four beautiful women, around 20 years old, who had just walked into the party.

Galvin and a few others got up to go and talk to the girls, offering them drinks and making conversation. The girls were dressed for the occasion, showing off a lot of cleavage and legs.

Harry got up to go get another drink, when Ginny grabbed his hand and pulled him into the back room.

‘What you doing Ginny?’ Harry asked, although he had a slight suspicion that he knew exactly what she was planning.

‘Well you said such nice things about me out there that I want to show you just how much you mean to me.’ Ginny replied, pushing Harry backwards so that he sat down on a create behind him.

Harry didn’t utter a word as she pulled at his trousers and boxers until they lay around his ankles. He was already slightly hard from watching Ginny kiss Hermione a couple of minutes earlier, but as soon as Ginny put his cock in her mouth he was at his full size.

She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, stroking him slowly whist she licked and sucked on his head. Occasionally she would reach down and squeeze his balls gently to increase his pleasure.

Harry was proud that he was lasting a lot longer than when he first started fooling around with Ginny. After a couple minutes of Ginny sucking on his cock she began to pull off her own clothes. Finally when she left in just her bra and socks she sat down on Harry’s lap facing him.

‘I can’t wait to have your cock filling me up again Harry.’ she whispered in his ear as she eased his erection into her wet pussy.

Slowly she began to grind into his lap, moaning quietly at the pleasure Harry’s cock gave her. Just as Ginny built up a good rhythm the door to the back room burst open.

In came Galvin and a blonde haired girl that only five minutes previously had walked into the bar. They were kissing furiously, already tearing at one another’s clothes.

Harry and Ginny froze in shock.

‘Oh Harry didn’t realise you were in here.’ Galvin said when he noticed the other couple mid way through a shag. ‘Mind if we use the room aswell?’

Harry was speechless so he just looked at Ginny. After a few seconds she shrugged her shoulders and ever so slowly began to bounce on his cock again.

Harry realised that he also didn’t really object to Galvin and the unknown girl fucking only a matter of metres away whilst he and Ginny did the same thing. It was no doubt the alcohol that controlled the four of them as they carried on shagging.

As Ginny continued bouncing up and down on Harry’s cock her eyes caught the other girl in the room. She was now completely naked and had taken up the same position as Ginny, sat on Galvin’s lap bouncing on his cock. Ginny checked her out.

She had shoulder length blonde hair and a beautiful face, although maybe abit to much make up. But it was her body that most interested Ginny. She was slender and athletic but had massive boobs that were now bouncing up and down. Her build reminded Ginny of Fleur’s body. And straight away the images of Fleur being fucked the week before entered her mind.

Seriously turned on from thinking about other girls Ginny began to pick up the pace, thrust down onto Harry’s cock with growing speed.

Although Ginny didn’t mind that Galvin and the girl could clearly see her half naked fucking Harry, she didn’t want them to hear her talk dirty. Something that Galvin’s lover obviously didn’t care about though. Every other second there was shouts like ‘Ohhh spank my arse!’ and ‘I’ve been a naughty girl, ram me hard!’.

Through her soft moans Ginny leant forward so her head rested on Harry shoulder and whispered ‘I’m c-c-cumming Harry.’

Her whole body clenched and squirmed as she rode out her orgasm. Still bouncing on his cock she continued to moan loudly into his shoulder until she stopped, panting for breath. To tired after her orgasm to carry on shagging she climbed off of Harry and got on her knee’s in front of him.

She only had to suck on his cock for around 30 seconds before she felt his end coming nearer.

‘Gin, I’m gunna…’ Harry tried to warn.

Ginny pulled her mouth away from his cock and and began to stroke his cock quickly, aiming it at her face. A second later Harry fired his load onto her waiting face, covering her mouth, nose and cheeks. Some of his cum was dripping off her face onto her boobs. The sight was such a turn on to Harry that he remained hard, although Ginny was done for the night.

A quick cleaning charm and dressing later, the couple were about to leave the room when they heard a shout from the blonde girl.

‘Ohh…arghh put a finger in my arse.’

Looking at each other in disgust, Harry and Ginny ran from the room.
******

Harry woke up the next day at the same time as Ginny. Both of them were nursing hangovers from the night before, although they also had the happy memories of their shag in the backroom.

After their quick and lustful shag they had rejoined the party, joined minutes later by Galvin, and carried on drinking and dancing. Harry remembered how he and Ginny had not stopped drinking all night. Shot after shot they had as the party continued. Hermione and Ron had also knocked the drinks back. Galvin however had out drank them all. Everywhere he went he practically left a trail of empty beer bottles.

Like all good parties the journey home was eventful, especially as Galvin was spending the night on the Weasleys sofa and was going back with them. Too drunk for any of them to apparate home, Hermione had attempted to make a portkey. Unfortunately her mind had become slurred and unresponsive because of the alcohol and the porkey had took them about 2 miles away from The Burrow.

So they had decided to walk the two miles back to The Burrow. It was possibly the longest walk home ever because they seemed to stop for something every five minutes. At one point Galvin had found a pub still open at 2:00AM and, promising only to go in to use the toilet, had come back out with 20 cigarettes and a bottle of vodka.

They all tried the cigarettes. Ron and Ginny had never heard of them before and didn’t want to miss out on trying something muggles did. Harry had seen Dudley smoking in the park by Private Drive before, and his drunk mind made him wonder what they would be like. The only person who didn’t try them was Hermione, whose parents had warned her for years about smoking causing yellow teeth.

A bit further along in their journey they had stopped because Hermione and Ron had disappeared. After Harry and Ginny (Galvin took this time to take a quick nap in the road) spent 10 minutes looking for them, they reappeared stumbling out of a bush, Hermione wiping some cum off her chin and Ron doing his trousers up.

Eventually they had gotten home in one piece. However Mrs Weasley had waited up for them and was furious that they had gotten home so late. Miraculously Galvin had put on a sober act and took the blame for them being late. Using all his charm he had managed to talk down Mrs Weasleys bad mood and Harry had even heard her say, to a sleepy Arthur, that he was ‘such a lovely boy’.

So now Harry and Ginny were trying to recover from their hangovers. And the hangovers were pretty bad. Them hangovers you get that make you say ‘Damn I’m never going to drink again!’.

As Harry and Ginny made their way downstairs to get some food they found Galvin eating breakfast, looking moody.

‘You not feeling well either?’ Harry asked, still holding his head to nurse his headache.

‘I feel fine, the Daily Prophets just pissed me off, look!’ he said, throwing the paper to Harry.

Harry looked down onto the front cover. A collection of pictures from the night before covered the front page. Galvin kissing a topless blonde girl, although little stars covered her nipples. Galvin lying passed out in the middle of a road. Galvin punching someone in the face. And finally Galvin and Harry walking down the road with a bottle of vodka and a cigarette each.

‘How did they get these photo’s?’ Harry asked. ‘And who’s that you’re punching?’

‘Well after I fucked that blonde bird in the backroom I realised a reported had crept in after you’d left. He took the picture of me kissing that bird and it was him I punched, his mate got it on camera. So they must have followed us home and took the other pictures without us noticing.’ Galvin explained. ‘But they’ve wrote a story aswell.’

Harry realised the small box of writing in the corner of the page and began to read.

GALVIN GUDGEON: OUT OF CONTROL?

Yesterday Galvin Gudgeon pulled of a spectacular snitch catch to help the Cudley Cannons Youth team to a famous win. It was the first time in 4 years of youth Quidditch that a team had managed to prevent the opposition from scoring a single point.
Only hours after his great performance did he bring shame to the sport and his team once again. Whilst celebrating his win Gudgeon was out of control because of the amount of alcohol he had drank. Although it is common knowledge that Gudgeon likes a drink, his antics this time and passed all his previous troubles.
Our inside researcher reports that Gudgeon took part in an orgy in the back room of the the clubs players bar with the blonde witch pictured with him above and another unknown couple. A confrontation with our reporter not long after being discovered with his blonde lover led to our research being punched and left with a broken nose.
Around 2AM this morning pictures were taken of Gudgeon smoking and drinking in the streets with Harry Potter. The two seems to have shared a bond together and now Gudgeon seems to have mislead Harry into these drunken antics.
For more information on Gudgeon see Page.6

‘Well they say any press is good press.’ Harry said half heartedly and Galvin cracked a smile.

‘What’s this nonsense about an orgy!’ Ginny questioned. ‘We did no such thing.’

‘I should hope not aswell young missy!’ said Mr Weasley as he walked in to the kitchen from the living room. ‘You kids need to start behaving yourself. I’ve just got an urgent message about Luna hexing a muggle boy and need to go and sort it straight away.’

Harry and Ginny looked at him in shock.

‘Is Luna going to be ok?!’ Ginny demanded.

‘Well I’ll try and cover it, my assistant is the only one who knows about it at the moment and I have asked him not to mention it to anyone. But if the Magical Law Office find out about it Luna’s going to be in serious trouble. She should know its illegal to perform magic on muggles. And if they see it as a malicious attack she could face exclusion from Hogwarts.’ Mr Weasley told them grimly.

To Be Continued…

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When Allie wants to be bred by her futa-sister, she doesn’t care who overhears them! Will they get away with their incestuous, fertile passion?

Futa’s Wild Passion

Chapter Thirteen: Little Sister’s Fertile Futa Desire

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to FallenAngelX00 for beta reading this!

I stared at the text message from my mom in shock. She never sent me text messages, and now she was ruining all my afternoon plans.

It read: “Ms. Petrov wants to meet you. I’ll pick you up after classes.”

Anger brimmed inside of me. The good mood my wild passion I’d just shared with my sexy and busty professor, Mrs. Greene, had given me in evaporated. I angrily hit the call button on my phone and held it to my ear, tapping my foot.

Yes, I called my mother. That was how angry she made me.

I should be going to my math class, which I was already late for thanks to my romp with Mrs. green, but now I had to deal with this. After class, I was going over to Pita’s house to “study” with her and her sexy mother and my naughty sister and…

My girlfriend Wendy. Who didn’t know about incest. Who was already ruining my afternoon delight, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t be salvaged. But if I couldn’t go then it was absolutely destroyed.

“Jenny?” Mom asked. “Shouldn’t you be in a class right now. It’s the middle of the hour.”

“You’re the one texting me,” I hissed back.

“You don’t sound… happy.”

“I have my study date at Pita’s, remember?” I asked. “Me, her sexy mom, and Allie. We were going to have a hot foursome. You could have even stopped by after work. I bet you and Mrs. Asís would get along amazingly.”

“I’m sure we would,” my mother answered. After our shopping trip yesterday, Mom and I had become incestuous lovers. Of course, we invited my little sister Allie into the fun. She was the love of my life and I finally could start sharing that with some people. Those who could understand such forbidden relationships.

But, still, I couldn’t let my mom control my life just because we were lovers. I was nineteen!

“I’m sorry, honey, I am,” she said. “But Ms. Petrov is very eager to meet you. This will be good for my career.”

“So you’re pimping me out to your boss?” I demanded.

“Honey,” my mother groaned. “You make it sound so bad. You liked it when I pimped you out the salesgirl yesterday.”

My cheeks blushed.

“Why do you think Ms. Petrov ordered me to seduce you,” Mom added. “When she found out you’d come down with Futanari Syndrome, she had to enjoy you. She wanted you bad. Why do you think she had me bring you to the office yesterday? Just to fuck me. She wanted you to hear us. To get interested. She just didn’t know how horny you already were. How far you’d gone in your own exploration of your sexuality.”

My cheeks burned. That had been shocking to learn my straight-laced, Christian mother was having lesbian sex with her boss, the uptight and frigid Ms. Petrov. After being widowed for a few years, I thought mom wasn’t even going to try dating. She had to start working while getting herself a degree in IT which landed her the job at Ms. Petrov’s company.

And in the woman’s bed. Mom was eating pussy to get to the top.

“Ms. Petrov won’t be happy if I don’t bring you,” Mom continued. “You don’t want me to get in trouble at work.”

“Are you guilting me into having sex with your boss?” I asked.

“I understand,” she said, sighing. “You have all those schoolgirls to have sex with. Why would you want to enjoy your old mom and her boss? You have all that exciting flesh around. I get it. I do.”

The mom-guilt hit me hard. I squirmed. The plans with Pita were already ruined by Wendy asking to join. How could I say no to my girlfriend? It would have been suspicious. So… My stomach squirmed. Ms. Petrov was a tall, blonde Russian. She wasn’t ugly. She was pretty in the way that an ice sculptor was beautiful.

“Fine,” I groaned. “I’ll be waiting for you after classes are out.”

“Oh, thank you, honey,” Mom gushed. “You’re not going to regret this. This will probably mean another bonus. We can get that new hot water heater so we don’t have to be so careful in the morning. You and Allie can take those long showers you two like.”

“Allie told you about that?” I asked, my cheeks blushing.

“Mmm, yes, she did,” purred my mother. “How you took your little sister’s anal cherry in the shower. Hot!”

It had been hot. We were supposed to get clean after making love for the first time, but my eighteen-year-old sister had an enthusiasm that could not be denied by anyone. Her brattiness had found a new outlet: giving me as much kinky sex as possible.

“Just as long as the twins don’t catch on,” I muttered. Tara and Sara, my older twin sisters, had shown no interest in me. Or each other, much to Allie’s disappointment. It would be so hot to nail them both, but…

I sighed and shook my head. No point in dwelling on the impossible.

“I have to get to class,” I muttered.

“And why aren’t you in class?” Mom asked, switching out that lover mode into pure parenting. “You should be in a class.”

“I, er, had a meeting with Mrs. Greene. I have a pass. I was heading to my class when you texted me.”

“That endowed professor, huh?” Mom said, her suspicions growing. “College isn’t just for you to indulge your pleasures. You have to focus.”

“Yes, Mom,” I muttered, cheeks burning. “Then I should go. You can lecture me later.”

“Mmm-hmm,” she said. I knew she wouldn’t drop this.

I sighed and said. “Love you. Got to go.” I hung up and rushed to my next class.

Math passed swiftly since it was nearly half-over when I arrived. Lunch was next. Wendy found me pretty fast and then Pita not after. I had to take a deep breath and tell them the bad news as we headed to the cafeteria.

“I guess we can do it tomorrow,” Pita said when I finished. “Unless your Mom wants to make surprise plans for you.”

I squirmed. “I can’t help it,” I said. I’d left out the part where I’d be having a hot threesome. “Sorry.”

“I can’t do tomorrow,” groaned Wendy. “I have a family thing. And then we have our date on Friday.”

“Oh, no,” Pita said, doing a good job of keeping her excitement out of her voice. “That sucks you can’t make it. We’ll study extra hard for you.”

“That won’t help me,” Wendy said.

“I know,” I said, my excitement rising. I felt bad to feel so good about Wendy missing out, but I had no idea how to tell my girlfriend about my relationship with my sister or mother. And I was pretty sure Pita didn’t want her taboo affair with her mother to get out.

If I could be certain about Wendy…

“Well, to make it up to you,” I said to my girlfriend, “we could skip lunch and go to the restroom.”

I had the key to the faculty restroom, a single-use room that Dean Washington had given me the key to so I could “have privacy” thanks to my condition. It made a convenient place to have sex with my friends at the college.

“Ooh, that sounds fun,” Wendy said. “We haven’t shared Jenny since Monday.”

“That three-way blowjob was hot,” Pita said, smiling. She, Wendy, and our other friend Victoria had blown me in the girls’ restroom first thing Monday morning. It was when I realized Wendy liked girls but her Christian upbringing wouldn’t let her realize the truth about herself.

But if she was having a threesome with me, she could love my cock and lick my pussy and then lick my cum out of another girl’s pussy.

“I like the sound of this,” Pita said. “We can scarf down our lunch once we’re done.”

Wendy’s face wrinkled at that. “Scarf? That’s not a nice word.”

“Mmm, I’m full of naughty words,” Pita purred. “Cock and cunt and jizz.”

“I like jizz,” Wendy said, her cheeks rosy, contrasting with her blonde hair, gathered in her usual French braid. “Jenny’s jizz.”

“So do I,” Pita said. “I’m glad we’re sex friends.”

“Me, too,” I said.

We soon reached the private bathroom. My futa-cock was at full erection as we slipped in. I groaned because the moment I had the doors closed and locked, the pair ripped off their clothing. I watched in awe as they bared their bodies. Bras, panties, blouses, and skirts all rained down to the floor.

They were both sexy and different ways. Wendy had a petite body, her breasts small like my little sister, a thick thatch of blonde hair hiding her pussy, her blue eyes sparkling, her heart-shaped face flushed. Curly-brown hair framed Pita’s cute face. She had a big, hungry smile beneath a dainty nose. Her golden-brown skin looked so exciting. She cupped her round breasts while wiggling her hips, her shaved pussy dripping with juices.

“Can you believe it?” she said to Wendy. “Your girlfriend didn’t even get naked for us.”

“She was too busy appreciating how pretty we are,” Wendy said. She had changed, utterly at ease with sex and passion. I knew my cock was allowing her to embrace her lesbian desires in a safe way. I hoped she’d end up realizing she liked girls, even if they had big dicks like mine.

“Let’s do something about it,” Pita said.

The pair of them lunged at me. They hiked up my skirt and ripped down my panties in a flash. My cock sprang out. A pale-beige hand and a golden-brown one grabbed my dick. Their cheeks pressed tight, the blonde and Hispanic beauty leaning in to nuzzle at my cock together.

They looked so cute with both of them playing with my girl-dick. I groaned at the sight of them, my heart melting from the lust they engendered in me. It was wonderful. My hips wiggled back and forth, the lust spilling through my body.

Then their lips nuzzled into the tip of my girl-cock.

“Oh, god, yes,” I moaned, loving the pleasure that surged down my body. “Oh, wow, that’s great. You’re… I mean… Yes, yes, don’t stop. Just love me. Ooh, that’s good.”

They both took my moans to heart. They swirled their tongues around my girl-dick. They teased me. Pleased me. They sent pleasure surging down my cock. Their lips brushed each other, almost kissing as they worshiped my spongy crown.

“You two are so sexy!” I moaned.

“Damn, straight,” muttered Pita.

Her tongue flicked out and brushed Wendy’s. My blonde girlfriend didn’t flinch back. Her tongue caressed over Pita’s, the two almost kissing for a moment. I shuddered at how hot it was, my ovaries building and building with a load of cum.

It would just explode all over their faces.

I would fire so much spunk from my dick. I would pump more and more of my cum out and just bathe across all their features. I couldn’t wait to coat their faces in my futa-spunk. It would be incredible. My pussy clenched, my lusts building faster and faster. The excitement swelled through my body.

Their hands fisted me. They slid up and down me. My pussy juices leaked out of my virgin twat. They ran down my thighs. I groaned, my body shaking. The pleasure spilled out of my body as my ovaries quivered.

“Wendy! Pita!” I moaned.

“Don’t hold back!” whimpered Pita. She sucked on the edge of my cock, her lips forming a naughty seal. I groaned, my pussy clenching.

Wendy sucked on the other side while her free hand found my pussy. She stroked up and down my hot, virgin lips. She brushed my hymen. The added sensation surged up to the tip of my girl-dick. My shaft twitched. Throbbed.

Erupted.

I threw back my head and gasped as the pleasure exploded from my girl-cock. It fired out and splattered across their faces. My breasts heaved in my bra and blouse as I painted my friends’ beautiful features in my ropy cum.

“Yes!” I whimpered.

“Jenny!” gasped Wendy.

“Fuck, yes!” Pita moaned, her eyes closed.

My pearly spunk splattered from my Hispanic friend’s brown flesh to my girlfriend’s pale features. The jizz coated them. Landed on their lips. Ran down their cheeks. It splattered their hair. Every blast sent rapture shooting through me.

Ecstasy flowed from my cunt.

I groaned and trembled, toes curling in my shoes and socks. My pussy flooded my thighs with my sweet juices. Stars burst before me. The last spurt of my jizz erupted from me, splashing across their foreheads.

“So good!” Wendy moaned and turned her head.

To my delight, she aggressively licked and lapped up the jizz coating Pita’s face. I smiled as I came down from my buzzing high to witness Wendy’s pink tongue flicking out again and again. She gathered up the pearly spunk coating Pita’s features.

Their lips met.

They kissed, tongues dancing, sharing my spunk. Wendy moaned, savoring kissing another girl. This was what I wanted. For her to embrace her desires. She felt safe sharing my jizz with another girl. Wendy leaned in. Her small breasts pressed into Pita’s round, golden-brown titties.

Then they sank to the floor, Pita beneath Wendy. I groaned at the hot sight as my “straight” girlfriend settled atop Pita. They kissed and whimpered, cum dripping from Wendy’s cheeks to season their hot kiss. Pita’s thighs parted.

They tribbed.

I watched Wendy grinding her blonde-furred pussy into Pita’s shaved twat. My futa-cock throbbed as I peeled off my blouse and bra. This heady rush shot through me as the pair writhed in passion, lost to their lesbian desires.

Pita grabbed Wendy’s butt-cheeks, kneading them. In the process, she parted them. My girlfriend’s asshole winked at me. That brown hole beckoned. I groaned and fell to my knees behind them, eager to join the fun.

They both moaned into their kiss. Wendy’s butt-cheeks flexed beneath Pita’s massaging hands. She dug into her flesh as I guided my futa-cock into position. Precum dripped from the crown, splashing on Wendy’s taint. Then a drop landed her asshole.

I pushed my cock against her sphincter.

Wendy broke her kiss, her blonde braid sweeping off her back as she turned her head. “Oh, honey, yes, yes, that’s good. Fuck me up the ass!”

“You like anal, Wendy?” asked Pita.

“Mmm, I do,” Wendy said and then kissed Pita again.

I loved it. They were tribbing their pussies together. Doing one of the most lezzie things possible. Wendy had initiated it, too. I hoped by the time our date came around, I could get her to admit she liked girls. A lot. It would allow her to be free. She shouldn’t have to hide who she was. I would be miserable if I hadn’t embraced being a futa.

I pushed my thick cock against her bowels. I nuzzled against her sphincter. That naughty hole felt so incredible beneath my dick’s massaging tip. She groaned and moaned, squirming beneath me and writhing against Pita as her asshole surrendered.

Her anal ring swallowed me.

“Yes!” I gasped as I sank into my girlfriend’s sphincter.

Inch after inch of my cock vanished into her asshole. I shuddered as I went deeper and deeper into her velvety sheath. She moaned into the kiss with Pita. My round breasts swayed and my red hair danced about my face and kissed my shoulders.

“Oh, god, that’s good,” I moaned.

Wendy groaned louder as more and more of my futa-dick vanished into her bowels. My dick twitched and throbbed in that wonderful sheath. Wendy squeezed around me. The last few inches vanished into her bowels.

My fiery bush rubbed on her butt-cheeks.

I shuddered, loving the feel of her wiggling her hips to grind her clit into Pita’s. That stirred her anal sheath around my futa-cock. My virgin pussy drank it in. I ran my hands up to my tits and cupped them.

Wendy broke the kiss and panted, “Are you going to fuck me, Jenny?”

“I thought about just staying in your bowels forever,” I groaned. “They feel so good around me.”

“I bet they do,” Pita said. “God, why couldn’t I get Futanari Syndrome? Then I’d be banging hot girls and sexy professors.”

“Like Mrs. Greene?” I asked.

“Oh, my god, you didn’t?” gasped Wendy. “She’s married!”

“Mmm, and has delicious breast milk,” I purred and drew back my cock. “She thoroughly enjoyed my cock.” I had to try the daughter next. Kathy was friends with my little sister. From everything Allie had told me, Kathy was a slut.

Wendy’s bowels gripped my cock. She massaged me as I drew back through her sheath. Then I rammed forward again. I buried to the hilt in her. My crotch smacked into her rump. The sound echoed through the room. It was incredible to hear.

“Oh, god,” Pita moaned. “When you ram into her, you press her clit into my pussy lips! Into my clit! Ooh, fuck her hard, Jenny, because I’m going to cum from tribbing her!”

“It’s so nice!” moaned Wendy. “And our breasts pressed tight. I like when our nipples touch.”

“Yes!” gasped Pita. “You’ve really been corrupted by Jenny and her big cock. I couldn’t imagine you doing anything this gay before.”

“It’s not gay,” Wendy gasped. “We’re enjoying Jenny. She has a cock. That makes this straight sex.”

“You kissed me,” I panted.

“I was sharing cum with you,” she moaned.

“We’re tribbing,” panted Pita.

“I got carried away licking up your cum and, besides, it excited Jenny whose amazing cock is now pounding my asshole. So this is purely straight sex.”

“If you say so,” groaned Pita. “I really don’t care right now. Not with your clit massaging me. Oh, my god, I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum so hard.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, pumping away at Wendy’s asshole. “Cum on each other’s pussies. Drench each other in cunt cream!”

“Going to!” Pita moaned. “Ooh, yes, yes, Wendy, I love our clits kissing!”

“Me, too!” Wendy moaned, her body trembling, her bowels gripping me. “Jenny! Jenny! Keep pumping away at me!”

I did. I pounded my girlfriend’s velvety asshole. I reveled in the pleasure. The friction massaged the tip of my cock. The delight melted down to my cunt. My pussy grew hotter. My ovaries drank in the heat, full of my cum.

I would spurt so much.

I thrust with wild strokes. I pumped away fast and hard. I buried into Wendy’s bowels, not holding anything back. My precum lubed the way, letting me drive into her with powerful thrusts that would have her crying out in rapture.

“Jenny! Jenny! Jenny!” Wendy gasped over and over, her asshole squeezing about my bowels. Her flesh held me so tight. “Jenny!”

Her asshole rippled around me.

She bucked and squirmed atop Pita. I groaned as I fucked into her convulsing bowels. I reveled in the velvety grip of her flesh squeezing around me. That wonderful delight of her bowels clenching and relaxing and driving me wild.

“Oh, god, she’s gushing cream on me!” Pita moaned.

“Jenny!” squealed Jenny.

“I’m going to cum in you, Wendy!” I gasped, thrusting faster. Harder.

It was an amazing passion. A thrill to experience. I groaned as I hammered her. I fucked her with passion. I buried into her again and again. The pleasure swelled in my ovaries. The ache grew at the tip of my girl-dick.

“Oh, god, yes!” Pita moaned. “Oh, you sexy bitch, Wendy! I love it!”

Both their moans echoed through the bathroom. It rippled around me. Wendy’s asshole sucked at my girl-dick. The pleasure built and built. It swelled through me. I couldn’t take much more of her convulsing flesh.

I slammed into her asshole.

I erupted into her bowels.

I came hard. I pumped her full of my jizz. My futa-spunk spurted out of me. A hot burst of delight rushed through my body. I groaned, my pussy convulsing. Pleasure rushed through my body. Those duel, dizzying ecstasy.

Rapture fired from my futa-dick. Bliss rippled from my cunt. I trembled atop them, my tits heaving in my squeezing grip. My red hair flew about my face as I pumped Wendy’s asshole full of my cum. I bucked and shuddered. The bliss reached a wild pinnacle in me.

And then it crashed down into bliss after I erupted the final time.

“Oh, my god,” I panted as I leaned back. My futa-cock slid out of Wendy’s asshole with a wet plop.

“Mmm, that was good,” Wendy said, nuzzling into Pita’s face.

“I’m glad we’re sex friends now,” Pita said.

Wendy gasped and rolled off of Pita. “Only if my girlfriend’s here.” Her small breasts quivered, face smeared in cum. “Okay.”

“Sure,” Pita said. “We’ll get together more often with Jenny.”

“Right,” Wendy said. “Oh, my, that was wild. I’m feeling refreshed. That will get me through the rest of my day.”

“Yeah,” Pita said. “I’m starved. Let’s eat.”

I nodded, panting. My stomach rumbled.

We dressed quickly, Wendy pulling up her panties like she didn’t care she had an asshole full of cum. My two friends wiped their faces free of spunk. Hairs were combed, makeup touched up, then we slipped out and rushed to the cafeteria.

It bustled. I looked around and spotted my sister sitting with Kathy Greene. I shuddered as I rushed over to my sister. Kathy noticed me and gave me a speculative look. She had plump lips and fine, black hair falling to her shoulders.

I shuddered, remembering fucking her mother. I definitely had to find a chance with the daughter. But not now. “Hey, Allie,” I said. “I need to talk to you.”

“Oh,” Allie said, trying to look nonchalant as she dipped a fish stick into her tartar sauce.

“Yeah, I spoke to Mom. This will just take a minute.”

Allie’s blue eyes sparkled. She had our mother’s eyes. Her strawberry-blonde pigtails swayed as she gained her feet. She darted around the table and said like she was annoyed, “Come on, let’s get this over with.”

“Mmm, if you were my sister, Jenny, I’d love to slip off with you,” Kathy said.

“Maybe we can do some roleplay,” I said over my shoulder.

Allie giggled and whispered, “You totally want to bang my friend.”

“I banged her mom,” I whispered back.

“Hot,” my sister said. “Ooh, I can’t wait to have some fun tonight and…” She groaned. “Mom really called.”

“Yeah.” We left the cafeteria behind. The noisy dwindling in the hall. “She’s making me go over to her work after classes are out.”

“So no orgy with Pita and her mom?” she asked.

“Well, Wendy had butted in anyways, so that wasn’t happening, but it’s on for tomorrow. No Wendy around. So you’ll get it.”

“Fine,” Allie pouted. “Wait, why does Mom need to take you to work? Is there some mother/daughter thing going on? I’m her daughter, too.”

“Well, it’s her boss, Ms. Petrov. She wants to fuck me.”

“Oh,” Allie said. “So she knows Mom is banging you.”

“Yeah. Ms. Petrov pressured Mom to have sex with me. She has to keep pleasing her boss to keep getting promotions so she can support us.”

“Our mom is a lezzie prostitute.” Allie shuddered. “Kinda hot. So why don’t I get to come? I could have fun with Ms. Petrov, too.”

“I don’t think Mom’s told Ms. Petrov about you.” I leaned in. “Ms. Petrov’s a little scary. She sounds like she’s in complete control.”

“So she’s a Domme?” Allie shuddered. “Kathy let this boy do that to her once. He handcuffed her and spanked her and then fucked her up the ass while a vibrator buzzed away in her pussy.”

“Is there nothing that girl hasn’t done?” I muttered.

“She hasn’t fucked you,” Allie said, her hand darting down and grabbing my cock through my skirt. “Let’s go. Right now.”

“What?” I gasped. “But… I need to eat lunch.”

“You have to pay. You think you can go fuck Mom’s boss and leave me to just rub my twat at home—alone!—then you are mistaken. You’re going to fuck me right now. No foreplay. I just want you on my pussy. Firing cum in me.” She leaned in. “Breeding me. I’m in the middle of my cycle. I have to be at peak fertility.”

“What?” I gasped, my dick throbbing. “You’re not serious.”

“I am,” she said as she dragged me along by my futa-cock through my clothing. “And so is your dick. Mom’s onboard with us so we have no worries now. You can knock me up.”

“What about the twins?”

“Would they even notice?” Allie asked, her blue eyes sparkling. My little sister had this naughty gleam in her eyes. “Mmm, you’re going to pump my fertile pussy full of your incestuous girl-seed. I want to be round with your baby.”

“Oh, god,” I groaned. “You’re serious.”

“So serious!” she moaned.

“But… but… I just fucked Wendy up the butt. My dick’s still dirty. I didn’t clean it.”

“I’ll clean it”—she leaned in and purred—“with my fertile pussy.”

My dick throbbed even harder.

Allie laughed and then pulled me into the girls’ bathroom. I groaned at that, my heart pounding in my chest. She led me back towards the stall last stall, this wild gleam in her eyes. Her pigtails danced. My pussy soaked my panties.

She was such an irresistible delight. I loved my little sister so much. I was glad I had my sex friends and my girlfriend and my professor and Mom and the dean of the college. I was lucky I got to have all of that, but Allie really turned me on.

“I love you,” I said as we vanished into the stall.

Allie shivered, her blue eyes going wide. “Jenny!” She bounced in place, squealing like a schoolgirl faced with her favorite boy band. “Jenny! Jenny!”

“I just wanted to tell you that before I bred you,” I said. I swallowed, wanting to make her happy. “I’m going to breed you, little sis. I’m going to knock you up. You’re going to have my futa-daughter. My incestuous love child!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned and then threw herself at me.

She knocked me back into the stall door. It rattled from the force of it. Her tongue danced in my mouth. She kissed me with hunger. I didn’t fight her. I reveled in every moment of it. I kissed her. My tongue danced in her mouth. I loved her with every ounce of passion I had.

Her hands pulled up my skirt. My hands drew up hers. The stall door kept rattling as our tongues danced. The bathroom door creaked open. The chatter of girls entering echoed through the restroom. I didn’t care.

I kept kissing my little sister.

Allie broke the kiss and had a wicked twinkle in her eye. She rolled my skirt above my waist and then yanked down my panties, bending over in the process. My dirty futa-dick sprang out before her face. She licked the tip.

“Yes,” I whimpered as the three girls started chatting around the sink.

I wanted to fuck Allie hard. I was so turned on by the girls who could overhear us. This exhibitionist streak surged through me. I pulled my sister to her feet by her strawberry-blonde pigtails. Allie didn’t resist.

No, she was eager for it.

I spun her around. She gasped in delight as I bent her over the toilet. I flipped up her skirt, exposing the pink panties clinging to her cute rump. They had layers of frilly lace descending over her rear, all rustling as she wiggled her ass at me. A dark stain bled through the crotch, her fresh musk filling my nose.

I ripped those down in a hurry. I exposed her tight, virginal-looking slit covered by her sparse down of pubic hair. I was going to breed this pussy. I would ram my dirty dick into her and fill her with cum.

“Fuck me!” Allie moaned. “Ram that futa-cock into me and fuck me.”

The three girls talking ended.

“Did I just hear that?” asked a girl that sounded like Shannon.

“Is someone jilling off in there, thinking about Jenny?” a girl I didn’t recognize asked.

“Fuck that dirty dick into my pussy and breed me!” Allie moaned, not caring that we’d been heard.

I found I didn’t care, either. “Yes!” I moaned. “I’m going to fuck you so hard!”

Shannon gasped. “Oh, my god, Jenny! Who do you have in there?”

“We’re fucking!” Allie moaned, pitching her voice a little lower. “Give us some privacy!”

“Oh, my god,” Shannon whimpered.

I plunged into my little sister’s pussy as we were heard by those three girls. They had no idea I was sinking in the incestuous depths of my sister’s twat. That her juicy and hot flesh was washing away Wendy’s dirty asshole.

It sent such a shudder through me. I buried into her so fast. My fiery bush smacked into my sister’s cute rump. Her butt-cheeks rippled. Her cunt clenched around me. She moaned, gripping me hard. I drew back, the pleasure swelling down my cock.

It felt incredible.

I whimpered as I drove into her again. And again. I buried into my sister’s bowels with hard and powerful strokes. I filled her with my girl-dick over and over while our audience out there listened to our incestuous love.

“Oh, my god, Jenny’s really screwing a girl in there,” said the third girl. Was that Bev? “I mean…”

“Right?” groaned Shannon. “Do you think she has Hannah in there?”

“She’s got a boyfriend.”

“And?”

I shuddered at their speculation. They would never guess I kept plunging into my little sister’s depths. Not in a million years. Allie moaned and rotated her hips. She stirred her pussy around my cock, buffing my dick clean.

I grabbed her pigtails, holding tight to them while she gripped the stainless steel plumbing. Her pussy clenched tight around my girl-dick. She massaged me. Teased me. I plunged to the hilt in her again and again. Her cunt teased me. Pleased me. She sent such rapture surging through my body.

Her pussy clenched around my girl-dick. The pleasure rippled around my cock. The silky delight of my little sister’s flesh brought me closer and closer to spurting in her. She felt so incredible. I groaned, pumping away hard and fast.

“Who is she fucking in there?” groaned Shannon.

“Why isn’t it me?” whimpered Bev. “I’d let her fuck me so hard.”

“You would?” the third girl panted. I still didn’t recognize her.

“You wouldn’t? How many futas are there in the world? Like ten?”

“Seven!” Allie moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, Jenny, fuck my cunt! I want your fertile seed flooding me!”

“No condoms?” gasped the third girl.

“She could fuck me without a condom,” panted Bev. “I’d love to feel your cum firing into my pussy, Jenny!”

My dick throbbed and ached. The audience was bringing me towards my climax with every stroke into my little sister’s pussy. The pleasure built and built. The rapture swelled in me. It was incredible. I couldn’t take much more of this. I would cum so hard. I would explode. The bliss swelled through my body.

I bit my lip, my heart thundering in my chest. I pumped away with powerful strokes at my sister’s cunt. I pounded her hard. I buried into her delicious depths. Her fertile pussy gripped me. Sucked at me. I wanted to spurt in her.

“Yes, yes, yes, pound me!” Allie moaned. “Oh, god, I’m going to cum on your girl-dick, Jenny!”

“Yes!” I gasped, wanting to cry out her name while her incestuous twat gripped me. “I’m going to flood you.”

“Make her cum,” Bev whimpered.

“Jesus, you sound like a bitch in heat,” the third girl said. “Like you’re going to hump Jenny’s leg.”

“Yes!” Bev moaned. “I’d do that, too.”

“I kinda would,” Shannon said. “Oh, wow, this is hot. Better than watching porn with my boyfriend on his phone.”

“Uh-huh,” Bev moaned.

Their words swelled through me. My dick pounded into my little sister’s taboo depths. Her cunt squeezed around me. I gripped her pigtails, slamming hard into her. Our clothing rustled. My red bush smacked over and over into her rump.

The sounds echoed through the stall around us. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. My panties dug into my thighs, bunched above my knees. That made this so naughty. We just dropped our panties and started fucking at the college.

Sharing our incestuous love where we could be caught.

“Oh, my god, Jenny!” Allie squealed. “I love cumming on your cock!” Her pussy spasmed around my thrusting dick. “So fucking good!”

“Oh, she’s cumming?” moaned Bev. She sounded almost faint.

“She’s is!” I gasped and buried to the hilt in my little sister’s twat.

I joined her.

I flooded Allie’s fertile pussy with my futa-cum. The incestuous rapture surged through my body. I trembled and groaned, the pleasure rippling through my flesh. My breasts heaved in my bra and blouse. I pumped her full of my seed.

My little sister’s pussy writhed around me. She milked out my cum with her hot flesh. I groaned and gasped, buried to the hilt in her. I loved it. I savored it. The pleasure surged out of me over and over.

“Jenny!” Allie moaned. “So much cum! You fired so much cum in me.”

“Lucky,” Bev whimpered.

“I love you,” I whispered as I spurted the last blast into my sister’s twat. “I hope I bred you.”

Allie just let out a purring sound of delight.

“That sounded hot!” echoed from outside the bathroom as I came down from my orgasmic high. My futa-dick remained buried in my little sister’s pussy.

A sudden surge of fear rushed through me. I was in here with my sister. If anyone found out…

“Who did you just fuck, Jenny?” asked Bev. “She came hard. Lucky girl.”

“That’s so wild that you’d do that during classes,” said Shannon. “It must be hard being a futa.” The girl burst into laughter. “Get it, hard?”

“Ugh, don’t make puns,” said the third girl. I still didn’t recognize her voice.

Shannon kept laughing.

“Just slip out,” Allie whispered. “I’ll lock the door. They won’t be able to stick around forever.”

“They might,” I whispered back, my heart pounding with fear.

Her pussy clenched around me. “Trust me.”

“When’s that ever a good idea?”

“When it makes you cum so hard.” Allie wiggled her hips, stirring her pussy around my aching futa-cock. An incestuous thrill ran through me at the feel of my little sister’s twat massaging around me.

“Fine,” I said. I pulled out of her and then grabbed my panties. I hauled them up, covering my pussy-soaked dick. I couldn’t help but stare at my sister’s twat leaking my girl-cum, matting her sparse down of strawberry-blonde hair.

She pulled up her ruffled panties while I shoved down my skirt. I slid up to the stall door and opened it. Then I darted out and closed it behind me. I heard it lock and turned to face the three girls. It was Shannon, Bev, and a girl who I knew was a junior but I didn’t know her name.

“Well, Jenny, who’s your lover?” asked Bev. “It can’t be Wendy, I just saw her in the cafeteria with Pita and Brianna.”

“You’ll just have to ask her,” I said. “When she recovers and comes out.” My cheeks burned as I sauntered to the sinks. “You might have heard how hard I made her cum.”

“Oh, my god,” groaned Bev. “There’s still time in the lunch period. We could…?”

My dick twitched as I stared at the brunette. I could have fun with her, but my stomach rumbled. I didn’t have much time to get something to eat to get me through the rest of the day. I’d probably have to settle on a few energy bars out of the vending machine or something.

“Sorry,” I said, washing my hands.

“Tell us,” the older girl said, her eyes sparkling. “That girl sounded like she was in heaven.”

“Does she have a boyfriend?” asked Shannon. “Is that why you’re playing coy. It’s Hannah, right?”

I shrugged. I had no idea how my sister would get out without being caught. My stomach roiled. This would be bad. My heart pounded as I struggled to play cool. The three girls were all around me, asking me questions, peppering me, naming names.

“Was it Kimberly?” asked Bev. “Or Tatiana?”

“That slut Kathy? I hear that freshman has fucked the entire football team,” said the older girl.

“It had to be Melany,” said Shannon. “She was taking nudes and sending them to you.”

That last one was true.

I just shrugged.

The stall closest to the door, and the farthest from where I’d fucked Allie, opened and my little sister casually walked out and vanished around the corner to the exit. The door to the hallway opened and swung shut without the three girls realizing she’d escaped.

They were watching the wrong stall.

I dried my hands on the brown paper towels, a big smirk on my face. “Listen, you can camp before the stall and wait for her to emerge, but I’m not telling. Later.”

“Oh, we will,” the older girl said. “I’m so curious.”

I left them to their pointless wait and exited the bathroom. I checked my phone, saw a bevy of new nudes from Melany she’d sent through Snapchat, and noticed I had five minutes to eat something. I found the nearest vending machine and bought a couple of soy protein energy bars and munched on them as I headed to the biology class I shared with Pita.

On my way to class, Dean Washington spotted me. The Black woman fell into step beside me. “Tomorrow, my office. We’re having a meeting during the lunch period.”

I shivered in delight. A meeting with the group of professors that seduced *********** female students into their naughty club. Dean Washington had teased me about them, but I was so eager to meet them. I was hoping Mrs. Greene was a member, but there were other beauties.

As I sat through Mrs. Turner teaching biology, I kept staring at the married, blonde professor. She was short but curvy. Was she a member of the group? Or what about Coach Clarkson? I wondered about her during my last class, PE. She kept trying to spy on me when I was using her private shower after PE.

I had the feeling she wanted to slip in and play with me, but she never did.

As I showered, I ached for her to enter. Sadly, I only had my thoughts for company. I left with my hair only a little wet at the edges—I pinned it up to keep it from getting soaked while I washed off—and headed out front.

Mom was waiting for me in her car. I climbed in, loving the short pencil skirt she wore. IT had a slit on her left thigh that looked so enticing. She had another pair of thigh-high stockings on. My hand went straight for them as I kissed her chastely on the cheek.

It wouldn’t be good to get seen Frenching my mother. Even if I wanted to.

We chatted on the drive. An energy brimmed in the air as we journeyed to her work. My hand kept stroking her thigh. What would it be like with the dominating Ms. Petrov? My futa-dick swelled harder and harder. My pussy grew hotter and hotter.

“Thank you for doing this,” Mom said when she parked in her reserved space in the building’s parking garage. Apparently, she was already the “Special IT Director.” I had a feeling she had one station she was in charge of.

And it lay between Ms. Petrov’s legs.

“This will mean a lot for my career. For our family.” She swallowed. “I just hope…”

“Hope what?” I asked.

“Don’t fight her,” she said, glancing at me. “It will be easier if you just submit to her. She won’t do anything to harm you. I promise, but it might frighten you.”

“I can handle it,” I said. “I’ve heard about BDSM. Half the girls at my college have read Fifty Shades.”

My mom closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. I squeezed her thigh in a reassuring manner. I could handle this. I was a futa. There was nothing Ms. Petrov could throw at me that would scare me off.

“Let’s do this, Mom.”

To be continued…

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Laura, a lesbian, is being blackmailed into a variety of activities designed to turn her into a cock-serving slut, including conditioning at the sinister Mayim Clinic, work as a prostitute, and a demeaning sexual relationship with her manager at her day job, Alistair. Addicted now to both the taste of cum and to sexually abusing her lesbian girlfriend, Laura slips further into degradation…

Chapter 26
KATY

The Laura who came into the office on Monday was very different from the one who had worked there a month ago. She was tired, and horny – she found even without her aphrodisiacs she was getting wet easier and more often. Her cunt hurt from being fucked by Roy at the clinic and by anonymous men at the Pretty Titty. She had the taste of cum in her mouth from one of Erica’s condoms she had licked clean that morning, and another load of sperm shining on her breasts. She didn’t know why she wanted cum on her tits so much, but she couldn’t stop herself – it was like an addiction.

Still, she was professionally dressed. She had a growing awareness of how much of a dirty degraded slut she was inside, but she could still cover it well enough to attend the office. Even if her first stop would be to her boss, to let him cum on or in her.

As she walked through the shared workspace, Laura noticed a new employee – a girl of maybe 19, thin, small-breasted, beautiful, with long brown hair. She felt her legs squeeze together, and blushed – could she not look at any girl now without picturing fucking them? – but she otherwise thought nothing of it.

Alistair, however, had clearly been thinking of it, although he said nothing at first. Instead, he waited for Laura to undress and kneel in front of him.

“Is that cum on your tits, slut?” he asked.

Laura blushed. She had hoped he wouldn’t notice. “Yes,” she said quietly.

“How did that happen?” Alistair asked.

Laura’s hand moved to her pussy and began to rub; it was normal for her to masturbate in Alistair’s office if she was saying something demeaning, and it was more habit now than choice.

“I poured it out of a condom my girlfriend brought me,” she said, almost whispering, “and massaged it into my sex-balloons. Because I wanted cum on my jugs.”

Alistair laughed – a cruel, degrading sound. “I’m not sure if you were really always such a fuckpig before we started playing, slut, or if you’re just a quick learner, but it suits you.”

Laura said nothing, just kept rubbing her cunt. She had brought the photo of her twat with her, and she stared at it fixedly rather than meet Alistair’s gaze.

“Did you bring me new photos of your slut girlfriend?” Alistair asked.

Laura nodded, and passed him her phone. The new photos were of Erica naked and urinating into a glass while crying, with the intimation that she would be drinking from that glass later; and of Erica pushing a condom full of sperm into her pussy while squeezing her tits. Laura knew that nobody who saw those photos would ever be able to look at Erica normally or take her seriously. She no longer cared much. She found it hard to see the loving girl she had started dating in Erica – she now saw only a whiny, annoying fake-lesbian slut who was only useful for licking Laura’s cunt. Every time she thought about Erica, Laura felt a tiny surge of guilt for what she had done to Erica, and how she had changed Erica’s life, and rather than experience that horrible feeling, Laura crushed it by thinking about how much she wanted to slap and rape her girlfriend. Laura hadn’t made Erica into this crying traumatised slut – Erica had always been a whore, and Laura was just discovering that. Surely that was the case.

Alistair took out his cock now and started to masturbate while looking at the new pictures. Laura felt a stab of jealousy. Why was he only starting to play with himself when he saw Erica? Didn’t he get hard enough from looking at Laura?

“I’ve got a new task for you, bitch slut,” Alistair said. Laura knew he was talking about her.

“Yes?” she asked – or moaned, rather. Her hand felt good on her cunt.

“We have a new bitch starting today. You may have seen her outside. Her name is Katy, and she’s a hot piece of ass. Did you think she was hot when you saw her?”

Laura didn’t want to say she was attracted to a co-worker, but she knew what Alistair wanted to hear. “Yes,” she moaned.

“Good slut. In fact, I have some paperwork here for you to sign, where you confess to have fantasies about raping Katy, okay? Just for my records.”

Laura didn’t know how more demeaning confessions could make her position worse, and she couldn’t think straight with a wet cunt anyway. “Yes,” she just said.

“Good slut. Now, as it happens, I know Katy’s mother. I dated her once. She was a real bitch – refused to fuck. She was a pure ice queen. She doesn’t know I’m in charge of her daughter here, but I’d like to get some revenge, and you’re going to help.”

Laura didn’t like the sound of this. Alistair laughed at the expression on her face.

“Don’t try thinking too hard, slut, you’re not good at it,” he said. “Here, would you like to suck my cock while you listen?”

Laura very much did want to suck his cock. She gratefully crawled between his legs and took his dick into her mouth. It was warm and hard and salty. She moaned happily around it, and then moaned even louder when he grabbed her hair and started to face-fuck her as he spoke.

“I want to have the bitch up on disciplinary charges, Laura. I want her to be in your position – on the brink of getting fired for being a total slut. And then to be able to actually fire her – or maybe have an arrangement with her like I do with you.”

Laura felt bad for Katy, but also a little excited at the thought of a stuck-up slut being made to experience the same abuse Laura had to live with. She instinctively disliked anyone whose life wasn’t as slutty as Laura’s own.

“So it’s up to you, Laura,” Alistair said. “You’re going to give me the evidence of that lewd and slutty behaviour, by seducing her and making her act like a slut. You’ve got one week to get it, or else I’m sharing your file around the office for everyone’s entertainment.”

Laura moaned in horror, and just as she did, Alistair came, and ejaculated into her mouth. Her body responded immediately and predictably by orgasming, and Laura came with the knowledge that she was going to destroy another girl’s life in her mind.

As she lay there afterwards, naked and with the taste of cum in her mouth, she knew there was no question that she would do what Alistair asked. She found it increasingly hard to say no to men anyway, and more importantly the idea of seducing and humiliating this girl felt so RIGHT to Laura. It was only making the girl the way Laura herself was. And she knew how she would do it, too.

When she was at the Clinic that night, she requested extra supplies of her aphrodisiacs. Amy didn’t even ask her why, just gave her boxes and boxes of extras. The next day at the office, when Katy went to lunch, Laura looked through Katy’s purse. Sure enough, she found birth control pills. Carefully, Laura teased open the foils for the birth control pills, removed the medication, and replaced them with aphrodisiacs, using a tiny bit of glue to tuck the foil back in place so it looked unopened. For the next month Katy would be taking a powerful aphrodisiac every time she thought she was taking the pill.

Then, for good measure, Laura went through Candy’s purse, and did the same to her. The big-titted bimbo could see what it was like to try and think through a fog of arousal. She discovered Candy also took dexamphetamines, presumably to help her with concentration. Laura tipped those out and replaced them with more aphrodisiacs.

The changes in the girls were obvious, and almost immediate. Both Katy and Candy began to look flushed and distracted at work, their nipples visibly erect through their blouses. They shifted and squirmed in their seats and looked awkward and embarrassed and breathless whenever they interacted with men. Laura felt a twinge of humiliation, realising how often she had been in this state at work herself, and how obvious it must have been to those around her.

Candy, at least, had a way of dealing with her arousal – raping Laura. Over the next few days, Laura found that Candy would follow her on almost every trip to the bathroom, and take the opportunity to force Laura to lick her cunt until she came. Candy seemed to think it was Laura who was making her so horny, and repeatedly slapped and pinched her during their encounters, and called her a “lezbo whore” and a “fucking clit-tease dyke”. After her conditioning, Laura was even less able to defend herself from these assaults than she had been, and in any case was becoming accustomed to other people having sexual control of her, and just focused on the delicious taste of Candy’s dripping fuckhole. She couldn’t even protect herself when Candy once again paused after orgasming to piss in Laura’s mouth.

What Candy didn’t know was that Laura had begun using the same toilet stall on each visit to the bathroom, and had outfitted that stall with a small secret pinhole camera. Each of Candy’s rapes of Laura was recorded, and Laura kept the files.

Katy didn’t seem to have any similar kind of release. Laura watched her closely to see if she would go to the toilets to masturbate, and followed her on each trip to the bathroom, but she found no evidence of Katy touching her pussy to deal with her drug-induced arousal. Instead Katy just spent each day squirming and rubbing her legs together and, increasingly, just staring off into space with a flushed face and uneven breathing.

Laura had planned to burst in on Katy masturbating in the toilets and photograph it for Alistair. Katy’s abstinence was frustrating, and worrying. Laura eventually had to strike up conversation with the girl to find out why. It wasn’t easy – in her aroused state, Katy was trying to avoid social interaction, and it was hard to get her attention – but in an awkward conversation with the horny girl in the lunch room, Laura found out the reason. Katy was a devout Christian – she believed masturbation was a sin, along with sex before marriage and, of course, lesbianism.

This left Laura with only one option. She spent a day sabotaging Katy’s work, causing her problems, so that Katy would have to stay back after normal close of business. And when she did, Laura stayed back too. She watched Katy, and eventually when Katy went to the archives to retrieve a file – the dark, deserted archives – Laura followed her.

She found Katy in a lonely corner of the storage area. The girl looked cute – white button-up browse over her small breasts, short but not too-short skirt, long brown hair cascading over her shoulders. Laura found herself growing angry just looking at her. This girl wasn’t being blackmailed. She wasn’t being turned into a slut. She didn’t have to piss in public on her back lawn or have her tits shocked when she said the wrong words. She just waltzed through life looking pretty while Laura was degraded and raped.

Laura raised the knife she had taken from the kitchen, strode towards Katy, and grabbed her shoulder. Katy started to struggle, then froze when she saw the knife.

“You bitch,” Laura found herself saying. “You slutty bitch.” She pulled at Katy’s shirt, ripping it. Buttons popped free from the front and bounced across the floor. She tore the shirt away, exposing Katy’s white lace bra, and then used the knife to cut that off too, baring Katy’s bitchy little tits.

“Why… what…” Katy gasped, so Laura slapped her, and then slapped her again. She pulled Katy’s skirt off, and then cut off her white panties, so that the little slut was naked in front of her. Laura’s hand went straight to Katy’s cunt – hairy and unshaven, like she didn’t even know what it was for – and found it dripping wet.

“You like this?” she asked Katy, smearing Katy’s sex juices across the girl’s face. “You’re aroused by being raped?”

Katy started squealing in protest so Laura slapped her again. Then she pushed Katy to the ground, pulled off her own underwear, removed the vibrator that she normally kept in her cunt these days, and sat on Katy’s face. “Lick,” she ordered.

It took some time for Katy to obey, so Laura amused herself by pulling handfuls of Katy’s pubic hair out by the roots. She felt Katy start to cry, and her tears against Laura’s inner thighs just made Laura even wetter. On some level, Laura knew what she was doing here. She was committing a serious crime. She was raping a girl who had done nothing to Laura to deserve it. This wasn’t her girlfriend, or Amy, or even Candy – this was a random girl she barely knew. And she was violenty raping her.

But Laura didn’t really care. Another part of her mind was active, telling her Katy deserved to be raped, that Laura should rape her. If the little bitch hadn’t been so pretty, Alistair probably wouldn’t have noticed her. Alistair was making Laura do this. It wasn’t really her choice – she was just doing what she was being forced to do. This was Katy’s fault. If Katy hadn’t wanted to be raped she should have been nicer to Alistair. Sucked Alistair’s dick, like Laura did.

And when crying Katy finally started to lick Laura’s cunt, the rest of her doubts went away. It felt amazing. Katy seemed naturally talented, for a girl who’d never licked cunt before. Raping Katy was the best feeling in the world. Laura graciously decided to reward Katy by leaning down and licking Katy’s pussy. Katy spasmed and clenched her legs and tried to stop Laura, but Laura pulled out more hair until Katy complied and allowed her cunt to be tongued.

After the first time Katy brought Laura to orgasm, Laura chose to piss on Katy’s face as a reward. She clenched her knees around Katy’s head so Katy couldn’t turn away, and then drenched Katy’s whole head in her urine. Some of it into Katy’s mouth. Then she told Katy this wouldn’t end until Katy herself was able to orgasm, and went back to licking Katy’s twat. Laura managed to cum three times, and pull out almost all of Katy’s pubic hair, before Katy herself underwent a convincing and sustained orgasm under Laura’s tongue.

As Katy lay there shaking, Laura climbed off her, and used her phone to take a series of photos of the naked, splay-legged, urine soaked bitch. Then she used her knife to get Katy to say how much she liked fucking girls, and being raped, and getting naked at work, and being pissed on, and recorded it all as a video. Finally she explained that all this would be shown to Alistair, and from now on she would do whatever Alistair told her to, or the video would be circulated around the workplace and to her family and friends. As an afterthough, Laura told her that Katy would be licking Laura’s cunt too, whenever Laura chose.

Katy started crying again at this, and her whiny crying made Laura angry. Even being molested by Alistair, her life would be better than Laura’s. She might be raped every morning but it wouldn’t turn her into a slut like Laura. Laura grabbed Katy by the hair and decided to add to her misery.

“Katy,” she said, “in addition, you will never, ever wear underwear again in your life. You will wear skirts, not pants. You will never piss in a toilet. You will declare your sexual orientation as ‘lesbian’ whenever you are asked, and never say no to a woman who makes a sexual advance to you. You will buy a discrete, silent vibrator, and never again visit a church without in turned on and humming in your pussy. And you will masturbate to orgasm each night before bed while fantasising about licking your mother’s cunt.”

She looked into Katy’s eyes, and repeated it, until she knew Katy would obey her despite how horrifying and fucked up the instructions were. Then she dressed and left Katy there lying in a puddle of Laura’s urine. Laura didn’t know how Katy would get home with her clothes ripped and cut, and she didn’t much care. She emailed the photos and video to Alistair while she waited for Erica to pick her up from work. She thought for a minute, and then emailed the videos of Candy raping her too.

The next morning when Laura came into work, she found Candy and Katy already in Alistair’s office. In fact, they were nude, on the floor behind Alistair’s desk, 69ing. Candy was on top, her shapely ass squirming atop Katy’s mouth, her blonde head buried between Katy’s thighs. Laura could hear Katy crying softly as she lapped at Candy’s cunt. Alistair had his cock out and was pumping it. The film of Candy raping Laura was playing silently on his computer.

Laura made no comment on this, instead merely removing her clothes as she was required to do now, and kneeling naked in front of Alistair. Alistair reached out to grip her hair, and pulled her face down on his cock. Laura opened her lips to take his cock into her mouth and began dutifully sucking on it.

“I’m very happy with you, Laura,” Alistair said as he fucked her face. “You’ve given me two delectable little sluts here. Your little video of Katy gave me such a hard-on, and when I told her this morning I intended to show it to her mother, and her church community, and her grandparents, she went wild with begging me not to. She said she’d do basically anything… which is exactly what I’m going to have her do. I started by getting her to put on a little lesbian show for me here with Candy. And Candy! She’s been teasing the office with those tits for a year. I never expected you’d let me put her in her place too. It turns out she doesn’t want to go to jail for raping you, Laura – what a surprise. So she’s going to be my little office fucktoy as well.”

Laura felt a squirm of delight in her pussy at the confirmation that her two co-workers would be abused and degraded in the same way that she was. It served them both right right.

“I’ve already cum three times watching these videos you’ve sent me, Laura, and I’m going to cum again in your mouth soon. When I do, you’re not to swallow – hold it in your mouth until I tell you what to do with it.”

Laura nodded her head “yes” on Alistair’s cock.

“What really surprised me,” Alistair continued, “wasn’t that you’re all such lezbo sluts. It’s that you’re all such piss sluts. Candy pissing into Laura’s mouth – Laura pissing on Katy. Clearly this is what gets you hot. So from now on that’s the only way you’re going to piss at work. When Candy needs to piss, she’ll piss in Katy’s mouth. When Katy needs to piss, she’ll piss in Laura. And Laura can use Candy. It lets you all get a little revenge for your respective treatments. And if you’re the slut who’s receiving the piss, it’s your job to drink it all, and then lick the pisser to orgasm. Do you understand?”

Laura nodded “yes”. Candy said, “Yes, sir,” in a dull, numb, voice. Katy’s reply was an increase in the misery of her sobbing.

“I have plans for all three of you,” Alistair continued. “Beyond just getting you to have a lesbian orgy on my office floor every morning. But this is a good start. Oh god – I’m about to cum. Remember to hold it, Laura.”

Laura did remember, although when Alistair began to flood her mouth with delicious cum it was hard to resist her urge to swallow. She managed, though, and eventually pulled her lips off his dick with a mouth full of hot, sticky semen.

“Good girl, Laura,” Alistair sighed, stroking her cheek. “Now, cum always goes where a lezbo slut least wants it. So where do you think that is?”

Laura had a good idea. She watched as Katy orgasmed unwillingly from Candy’s tongue, and when Candy finally rolled off the petite Christian brunette, Laura crawled between Katy’s legs. When Katy realised what Laura was doing, she tried to struggle, but Alistair made Candy hold her still. Slowly, Laura used her tongue to push the cum from her mouth up inside Katy’s twat, inseminating the pretty girl with Alistair’s jizz. It felt good – it felt right – and although Laura knew she was raping and impregnating an unwilling girl, she was laughing inside. If Katy was struggling this hard now, how hard would she struggle if she knew she wasn’t even on contraceptives anymore?

(To be continued…)

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Sage gets a full treatment, and Dylan shows just how much he loves his little sister

        This is a continuation of right after the last story. Dylan followed his younger sister’s bouncing bubble butt into the bathroom and into the shower. From all the fucking they had done, they both had been holding in quite a bit of pee. Dylan closed the gap between them, and let if flow from his cock, sighing as he did. The hot liquid splashed her stomach and chin, a little getting in her hair. She returned the favor, and he knelt down lapping at her as piss trickled from her cunt. They soaped each other clean, and now they were ready for the true event.

        “I love you so much sis” he said. She blushed and smiled back. He grabbed her butt and they kissed fierce for a few moments. Meanwhile, Bailey had her pretty little face buried in Sage’s pussy. Sage had her head back and was moaning in total pleasure. Women were better at this, because they knew just how to pleasure, having a vagina themselves. She cleverly flicked her tongue in all the right places, almost sending her over the edge, but backing off enough to keep her mad with anticipation. She tried to push her head closer, but the handcuffs had her hog tied, and she could move neither her arms nor legs. She began whimpering pitifully.

        “PLEASE do it Bailey, finish me off” but Bailey smiled. She loved this torture, and continued. After 10 minutes of listening to her moan and suffer. She pulled out, gave Sage a wink with those beautiful Bambi eyes of hers. And plunged back in once more, hard. Sage squealed as juice flowed out of her, into Bailey’s waiting maw. Her body started to convulse as this was the most extreme orgasm she’d ever had. Dylan was good, But holy fuck what this angel from heaven could do.

        Her convulsions subsided to small spasms, and her legs and feet were unlocked. When she turned around, Bailey was holding a vibrator, licking it sensually. “Your turn Sagey” she crooned.

        Back in the shower, Dylan picked Jade up by her thighs, and she wrapped then around him. This equalled out their height, giving them perfect positioning. He slid his now excited cock into her, and she used her legs to lush away and pull back into him. Over the running water she could hear their skin slapping together, and she began to breathe fast and hard. Dylan interrupted her by kissing her hard, pushing his tongue past her teeth. He felt around his little sisters mouth, exploring. She returned this favor, and they continued like this, fucking and kissing, until they came in unison. He could feel her pretty little nails dig into his back, and her legs tightened around him like a boa constrictor. She milked his cock with the contractions of her pussy, and he filled his younger sister with the most taboo of love brothers shouldn’t give. Her body started to shiver, and he held her close, but not before using one hand to turn on the cold water, and suckling on her already hard nipples. He continued until she returned to earth, and they stood smiling at each other, the water still running, covering her perfect body, and running over his strong features. They both blushed over the love they had shared, both with the strongest love siblings could offer.

        On the way to the room, Bailey had told Sage about her deepest desire, which was to be totally submissive, and to taken like a bitch. Sage only grinned. Now that she was in front of her, holding this device. She took no time in grabbing it from her, and shoving her down.

        “Get your pretty little fucking ass ready girl, you are about to know pain an pleasure, and when I’m through (whispering this part) you will know the two as one”. Bailey’s breath quickened and she got goosebumps all over as Sage, this blonde devil, used a pillowcase to blindfold her, and locked her legs to the bed, and her hands behind her.

        She felt a wet sensation, Sage’s tongue. It ran across her face, her neck, her large breasts and pert nipples, her belly, and finally her slit. She worked her there, using two fingers to squeeze and twist her left nipple. She felt the fiery burn as she twisted, and loved it. Each time she brushed over her clit or tweaked her nipple, she cried out. Sage continued like this until she grew tired. She removed the blindfold for this part, wanting this pleased and terrified victim to see what was happening to her. She turned on the vibrator, and touched her breasts softly with it. This caused her to inhale softly. She moved down further, and just as she was getting used to this softer treatment, shoved it hard into her pussy, and held her hand over it. She could feel Bailey’s strong muscles trying to push the object out, put Sage held her hand over her entrance, keeping it in. only when she heard her scream, and felt cum gushing outwards, did she let go. But she quickly replaced it with two fingers and hooked upwards, using a technique Dylan had used on her many a time. She stayed toward the top of her pussy, back towards the G spot, and used a “come here” motion at an amazing speed. This sent her into revolving squirting orgasms, much different from a clitoral orgasm. It revolved around 6 times, wave after wave. She kicked and resisted. Screaming out each time, tears streaming down her face. Her voice stopped working, all she could do was quiver as Sage pulled out, unlocked her, and planted a soft kiss on her sweating forehead.

        “How was that, did I take you hard enough, bitch?” She whispered. Bailey was still recovering, and only managed a weak “hmmmm”. Sage smiled and took this as a yes. She left her wet panties behind, which Bailey used later that night to sniff and lick while she rubbed her clit, cumming once more. Jade heard her moaning, and walked in, cleaning up the mess her hot older sister had created, giving her a lick on the cheek before going to her own room, where Dylan was waiting. They fucked again, this time more slowly and passionately, and as he cummed onto her ass, and she onto his face, they slept happily. What an amazing weekend.

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A straight woman is meets a lesbian

I started writing this about a year ago. The story is based upon truth,
names and a few other little details were disguised to protect the
innocent. It’s not all sex and action, more about falling in love,
and being in love. I tried to make the sex scenes sensual rather than
blatant, so I don’t really care if it gets low ratings. However any
feedback will be welcome.

Her thirty second birthday had been a blast, it lasted three days. She
couldn’t remember the last twenty four hours of it, but she knew that
she had had a good time, if hangover was anything to judge by. Then add
she couldn’t find the underwear she had worn at the beginning of her
party; in fact she woke up from her drunken stupor on the floor of her
bedroom in an ill-fitting man’s shirt half buttoned and at least two
sizes too small for her 34C breasts, one of which lay unrestrained and
exposed, from the tight shirt, and someone else’s way too short skirt
that had rucked up, exposing the bare fact she was without any underwear at
all. She peeked in at her roommate; Shelly was passed out naked on her bed
three naked guys were arranged artfully around her. Obviously she had
enjoyed the party too.

She was thirty two! Well actually thirty two and two days. Arleen
looked at herself in her full length bedroom mirror. She was tall at
5’10”.Her cornflower blue eyes were bloodshot and the lids
puffy, the long lashes that shrouded them, normally making her eyes appear
mysterious were matted and clumped. The eye shadow was smudged and her
eyebrows had been plucked to thinnish arches above her enigmatic eyes. Her
cheekbones were high and complimented her eyes. Her face was heart shaped,
her nose was straight and slender with narrow nostrils, her mouth was wide,
with sensual lips, her chin was sharp but slightly rounded, making her
appear determined rather than darn right ornery, which she knew she could
be.

She staggered to the bathroom and managed to stumble into the shower
without tearing the shower curtain down. In her borrowed clothing she let
the warm water cascade over her. She slipped out of the sodden clothes,
turned up the hot water and stood as the almost scalding water stung her
naked body, what was left of her make up ran down her cheeks in twin
grayish rivulets she guessed she looked like a raccoon. She stood letting
the water soothe her soul for at least fifteen minutes before, gingerly,
she applied soap, shampoo and moisturizer and cleaned herself.

After drying herself with a big fluffy towel and brushing her teeth she
walked to the kitchen still wrapped in her towel, the apartment was a mess,
bottles everywhere, some quiet full but mostly empty, and overfilled
ashtrays were strewn carelessly everywhere. Her answering machine had been
destroyed by some maniac with a baseball bat and lay in two hundred
unfixable parts in the center of her bed. Someone was thoughtful enough to
drink all the coffee cream as well as the milk, when they raided the
fridge, leaving it bare except for three empty beer bottles and half a
bottle of Russian Vodka. Well with the way she felt it would be wise to
drink her coffee black, she went about the complicated task of filling the
coffee maker and switching it on.

Thank God the coffee maker still worked; scalding black coffee and the
handful of Advil she took began to deaden the dull throb behind her eyes.
Within an hour she was almost capable of rational human thought, and simple
coordination like getting dressed and brushing her long dark hair.

It had been more than a birthday bash; her birthday had coincided with
the end of the tour. She had spent the last year touring with
singer-songwriter Harry Hamilton as one of his back up singers. They had
toured every major city in North America, now he was headed to Europe, but,
because of some complicated union rule he was not able to take his back up
singers to Europe and would audition for European back up singers once he
landed.

She was out of a job, her agent had mentioned some commercials where she
might be able to get her an audition for, but there was nothing
‘concrete’ on the horizon for her. Being on the road had been
hard, it drove the final coffin nail into her nearly four year relationship
with Bradley, he had, she found out waited at least a week after she left
to go on tour, to fuck her best friend. They were still together and
blissfully happy, or so she had been told. She’d miss Angie! She
sighed and sipped her third mug of the now overcooked stale black coffee.

She searched for her purse, and found it stuffed behind the sofa with
her mail, and latest copy of Variety. Bills, credit card statements
nothing of interest, no Hi Arleen your long lost Uncle has named you the
only heir to his multi million dollar estate, please contact us at 555-1234
…. Blah, blah…..

She refilled her coffee mug with the dregs of the pot, and thumbed
through Variety, noting who had shafted who, who was sleeping with whom,
who was hot and who was not. When at the back she saw a square bordered
advert:

COUNTRY SINGER NEEDED The World Famous (one day)

ROS?IFFS TAVERN Seeks A TALENTED COUNTRY MUSICAN Entertainer Contract
will be discussed after audition Send CD or DVD to……

It was a Canadian advert. Ah what the hell, she had nothing on the
horizon, right? There was nothing to loose. She dug through her closet,
finding a copy the blurb she had printed on her computer and a promo CD and
she had cut a few years before, when she still had dreams she’d make
it as a headliner, in Nashville. She sighed self pityingly, yet another
steppingstone to mediocrity. Still singing back up and making jingles beat
waiting tables or taking off your clothes for a living, right?

On her way to meet her agent, she popped the CD and blurb into the post
and promptly forgot about it. The meeting with her agent led to a little
work over the next few days singing jingles for under arm deodorant and dog
food, which helped pay the rent and restocked their depleted refrigerator.
There was also talk of some radio work.

A week later she had been asked by KLXJ to do some commercials. It
turned out to be a bitch of a day, the radio station for which she was
doing a jingle had a manic art director and he demanded that he sit in on
the takes. He was short and obese; he had tried to rub up against her and
it had taken all of her tact to keep him away without ruining her chances
for more work at the radio station.

The traffic home was bumper to bumper her nine year old Nissan
constantly threatened to overheat, typical of any bored nine year old she
reckoned. She looked forward to getting home, sprawling out on the sofa
and watching the CMT awards.

Shelly, her roommate was doing a short stint as a replacement in a
musical, and she had the place to herself. She had kicked off her sneakers
and just opened her second beer, and watched while Toby Keith took a jibe
at Natalie Mains of The Dixie Chicks before telling everybody he was just a
working stiff, like everybody else, and who cares if he owned two mansions,
his own jet and about a dozen sports-cars, his success had not spoiled him
or his family, and while they were thinking about buying a small Caribbean
island, they still considered themselves white trash.

The phone interrupted the pontificating white trash, Arleen who normally
would have let the answering machine pick up the call, but of course some
demented idiot with a baseball bat had destroyed it, she hit mute on the
remote and picked up the phone.” Hi Arleen Armstrong, speaking to you
live from her sitting room!”

A female responded at the other end. “Um, hi Arleen this is
Thelma Verren, from the Ros?iffs Tavern, my sister and I really liked
your promo CD, would you be prepared to come up to Ontario Canada for a
final audition? Well gladly meet your expenses.” She added.
“If you like we can have a return airline ticket waiting for you at
the airport.”

Arleen did not understand and stammered. “Huh? What CD, what
audition, what are you talking about?” she said warily suspecting
Shelly or one of her friends was pulling a prank.

“Is this Arleen Armstrong the country singer? You sent us a promo
CD in answer to our advert in this month’s Variety.” The soft
spoken woman on the other side of the phone continued.

Vague memories of posting off a CD and publicity blurb while hung over
after her birthday party surfaced. “Oh yes.” She responded.
“That’s right, yes,yes,yes, I’m Arleen Armstrong, sorry,
I was watching Toby Keith being an asshole to Natalie Mains on TV it threw
me for a sec, but yes of course I’ll like to come on up there,
I’m free after next week, I can fly up either on the Friday night or
Saturday morning, if that suites you?”

“Oh that’s so cool, let me see what I can arrange with the
airline, can you hang on a sec?”

Arleen could hear Thelma Verren’s muffled voice even though she
held her hand over the phone. “Mel, she says she can come the
weekend after next, its two weeks before we open, its perfect, get hold of
Air Canada see when you can get a ticket, she’s holding on.”

After a minute or two, Thelma spoke to her again. “Hi again. We
can get you on the Friday night flight; it leaves Nashville at 6:00 PM you
have to change planes in Rochester New York, and should arrive at Toronto
10:00 PM. My sister will drive down and meet you at the airport. When you
get to Nashville airport, just give the Westjet counter your name and this
code RC46732, they’ll have your ticket, transfers and stuff, is that
ok?”
Arleen was all professional by that time.” That sounds perfect, I
will contact my agent and see about a work permits and what documentation
I’ll need in the mean time, I look forward to meeting both you and
your sister the weekend after next, thank you both for giving me the

opportunity.”

“We look forward to meeting you too, bye, now.” Thelma said
as she put down the phone.

Carefully Arleen wrote RC46732 on her calendar for the following Friday,
and settled down to watch the awards show.

The two weeks went by fast enough, her Agent gave her information about
working in Canada and gave her some forms and documents she’d need if
she wanted to work in Canada for more than three months, as well as the
necessary contact and fax numbers. By 6:30 on Friday her plane was rolling
along the runway. Her guitars and amplifier being the bulk of her luggage
was in the cargo hold. She was in time to catch the New York transfer, and
enjoyed a glass of wine and a few elegantly prepared sandwiches that tasted
like cardboard during the short flight from Rochester to Toronto.

She walked into the Terminal carrying her overnight bag of clothes, and
was happy to see that her equipment had arrived safely with her in Toronto,
and was already rattling around the baggage rotunda and had not flying out
to some exotic destination like Freezeyerassoff in Iceland, Fuckenmuddy in
Brazil or Yourawanka in Australia.

She picked up her instruments, mixer board and amp and wandered along to
the exit with the hundred odd passengers, from her flight. A young woman
stood to one side with a number of uniformed limo chauffeurs holding a sign
“Arleen Armstrong”. Arleen estimated she was somewhere in
twenties with curly dark hair. She was short, just over 5’ Arleen
guessed. Her eyes were green, with a cute turned up nose, her lips wide
and sexy, her boobs, beneath a thin silvery blouse were generous and proud,
her designer jeans, showed her figure off extremely well. When Arleen drew
nearer she noticed that her large eyes were green and flecked with gold and
her skin unblemished and unadorned by any cosmetics.

“Hi there, I’m Arleen, are you Mel?” She asked.

“Hi Arleen, uh huh, yeah, I’m Melody Verren, welcome to
Canada, eh. I hope you enjoyed your flight. Can I help you with your
stuff, it looks heavy.”

Arleen unburdened herself of the amplifier and cased mixer board; the
amp was designed to be pulled along on recessed wheels. Melody tugged it
behind her as they made their way out towards the car park.

They stowed her guitars and other equipment in the back seat of
Melody’s four wheel drive SUV and headed out of the airport and along
the freeway, making small talk. “Have you been to Canada
before?” Melody asked.

“Oh yeah we did Toronto as part of the tour, also, Ottawa,
Montreal and Vancouver.” she rattled off.

“Well we’re a little off the beaten track, our club is about
three hundred kilometers North of Toronto, in a little town called
Birchacres. We grew up there my parents died last winter in a car crash,
Thel and I have spent most of our time and money rebuilding it and bring
the place up to code. It’ll take about four hours to get there,
would you like to stop and get something to eat?” Melody continued.

“Oh no, it’s fine, I had something on the plane.”
Arleen answered politely.

“Well then let’s get moving shall we?” Melody said,
turning onto a wide highway and headed north. She pointed out various
landmarks along the way, Arleen found her to be a lively and animated tour
guide. Melody, she discovered, was not a garrulous type, and there were
often times of silence, not stilted silence but easy contemplative times
when it didn’t seem necessary to speak, she enjoyed Melody’s
company. Although it would have appeared rude, she stared at Melody who
was concentrating on driving quiet a bit during the trip.

It was close to 2:00 AM when the white SUV pulled up outside a motel and
Melody handed her the keycard. “We’ve booked you in here for
the weekend. Its room eleven. Sorry it’s not a Jacuzzi suite Try
and catch some sleep, I’m really sorry it’s so late; Thel will
call you around noon to set up the audition. Oh yes, I forgot you
musicians don’t go to bed before three AM and don’t get up
before noon anyway, eh?” She giggled prettily.

Melody helped her take her equipment into the motel room; it was medium
sized with a large bed and colour TV with a bathroom leading off opposite
the closets. It was neat and clean, and far better than some of the rooms
she had used while on tour.

“Well get some sleep, Thel will set up the audition in the
afternoon, see ya, eh?” Melody said while walking out the door. For
some reason it was an awkward moment, almost as if there should have been
more.

Arleen lay awake for a while, Melody seemed really nice, and she hoped
her sister would be too, it would be good to get out of Nashville for a
while, even this weekend, although it was also an audition seemed like a
vacation. These thoughts soon lulled her to sleep.

She rolled out of bed around 10:00 she showered and dressed in black
jeans and a tooled leather belt with an oversized oval western buckle and a
simple white tee-shirt and slid into a pair of fancy stitched high heeled
black western boots that matched her belt; she used the room’s
hairdryer to blow-dry her hair, before venturing out. It was a shock. The
temperature was close to 100 degrees. The Birchacres Motel was just off a
long straight tarred road. About one hundred yards to the right was a gas
station and a Subway sandwich store and one hundred yards to the left a
MacDonald’s, and nothing else to see for miles but farmer’s
fields. This had to be a prank, ok a really expensive prank, Ashton
Kushner better watch out. Damn! She’d fallen for it.

She ambled over to the MacDonald’s and ordered a burger and fries
and a coffee. The young guy who took her order, who’s name was Dave
according to his nametag seemed to be the only employee; rushed about and
put her order in front of her on the standard brown plastic tray. She dug
into her jeans and pulled out a $10.00.

Dave, Employee of the month, verified by his picture against the wall,
shook his head. “No, no!” He said.” Thelma and Melody
Verren were running her tab; it was all already paid for.”

“What would have happened if I went to the sub place at the gas
bar? She asked Dave.

“Oh, they probably made arrangements there too, I saw Thelma or
Melody, I’m not sure which, stop by there after she came here
yesterday”. He said.

She sat down and ate her burger, and sipped her coffee wondering what
the hell she had gotten herself into.

She finished her meal and wandered back to her room and cranked the air
conditioner up higher, she took her acoustic Hohner guitar from its case
and practiced a few chords while tuning the strings before moving into
Gretchen Wilson’s raunchy ‘Redneck Woman’. She then took
her Fender electric guitar, plugged in her amp, and launched into a heady
version of Heart’s ‘Barracuda’. She continued practicing
with her acoustic guitar doing the haunting ‘Don’t tell me the
time’ made famous by Martha Davis, until the phone rang.

“Hi this is Thelma Verren, we have set aside all afternoon for
you, so tell us what time you think you’ll be ready, and I’ll
come and fetch you.” She said.

“Hi Thelma, thank you for the burger at MacDonald’s that was
kind of you. I’m ready anytime.” She answered.

“Well ok then, I’m on my w…. Ow! Ow! Jesus stop
hitting me bitch! I’m on the phone here.” Arleen heard a
couple of muffled ‘thunks’ before Thelma continued.
“Sorry about that. Melody is already on her way to fetch ya, see you
soon, eh?”

Arleen unplugged her amp, and put her guitars back in their cases. She
opened the drapes and sat on the bed looking at the road and farmland that
surrounded her, there didn’t seem to be any town nearby.

The white SUV pulled up outside the motel room after about ten minutes,
and Arleen grabbed her equipment and went out to meet it, as it Melody
climbed out Her face flushed. She wore blue jeans and a pink t-shirt with
Ros?iffs Tavern emblazoned across her ample chest in Burgundy letters.
Their greeting was awkward and stilted, again as if both women realized
that something was missing. Melody took the amp and mixer as before and
stowed everything in the back. They both climbed in silence and drove out
of the car park and onto the tar road and headed North again. This time
Melody seemed reserved and there was not much conversation, it was almost
as if they were strangers again.

The town was a few miles North of the motel, at a crossroad Arleen saw
the sign, Birchacres 5> they turned off the main road and followed the
sign. The Ros?iffs Tavern nestled beneath towering pinkish coloured rock
cliffs of a tall mountain and on the other side of the road the land sloped
down to a large blue lake and the town. The two story building was painted
an identical colour to the cliffs. “We’re here.” Melody
said unnecessarily.

With Melody’s help she carried her equipment into the bar. She
looked around the bar room. The ground floor was a large windowless air
conditioned square room with an oaken bar counter running the length of one
side, in the center was a good sized wooden dance floor, and against the
wall, opposite the bar counter was a small stage; the rest of the tavern
had chairs and tables. All the lighting seemed to be recessed or hidden. A
kitchen was situated opposite the ladies and gents rest rooms, altogether
it was well set out and looked like all the furniture and equipment was
new, and the walls smelled of new paint.

She was surprised to see Melody already standing behind the bar counter.
She must have moved fast, she thought. “Hi you must be Arleen,
I’m Thelma.” Melody said holding out her hand, and shaking
hands. Arleen realized that they were twins. Their voices were
practically identical, Thelma was the mirror image of her twin, but there
were subtle differences, it was the eyes; Thelma’s eyes were pure
green, without the golden flecks. She was slightly taller as well, Arleen
saw, on closer inspection, Thelma’s breasts beneath the pink
emblazoned Ros?iffs Tavern T-shirt were significantly smaller. Outwardly
they appeared virtually identical.

“Hi Thelma, pleased to meet you, shall I set up on the
stage?” She asked.

“Sure suit yourself.” She acquiesced. “Where’s
Mel?” she half queried

“She was right behind me, a moment ago, I thought she had slipped
past me and was you, standing behind the bar.” Arleen answered,
grinning.

“We don’t normally do the ‘twin thing’ wearing
the same clothes, it confuses people. The last time was at varsity a few
years ago. I guess today we just chose to wear the same, sorry if it
confused you, oh there you are Mel, are you ready to hear Arleen
play?” She asked her sister.

“Do you want John to come too?” Melody asked in reply..

“No it’s ok, I’m sure he’ll come when he hears
the music.” She said to her sister before continuing her conversation
with Arleen. “Plug yourself in and start whenever you are
ready.” She said, while hopping onto the bar.

Arlene plugged in her amp, and set up a mike, and began a few sound
checks, noting the readings on her mixing board, and dragging the sliders
up a little until the clippings were registering better and making for
allowances for the room size. She flicked on the drum machine and set it
before launching into of Shania Twain’s ‘Whose bed have your
boots been under’ and followed up with her own bawdy version of
Heart’s ‘Barracuda’. She switched to her Hohner and did
tribute to Patsy Kline with “Crazy” all the time looking into
Melody’s gold-flecked green eyes. She flowed it into Shania’s
‘No one needs to know’ but unconsciously changed the he for a
she in the lyrics, for no reason she could fathom. She continued straight
into Sugarland’s ‘Baby girl’ Finally she chose the Fender
again and ended the set by using her unique talent for mimicking voices to
do a flawless rendition of Melissa Etheridge’s ‘I’m the
only one’, that, if the artist herself had heard it, would have sworn
she had just sung it.

There was a stony silence from the audience of three, a man, who must be
John that Melody had asked about, was standing alongside Thelma, they were
holding hands. He was well over 6’ with wide shoulders, heavily
muscled arms and a narrow waist; dressed all in black, above brown eyes and
spectacles, he was wearing a pink baseball cap with Ros?iffs Tavern
emblazoned across the front in burgundy. He looked tough and confidant
enough of his manhood to wear a pink baseball cap.

Then simultaneously the three clapped. “You are hired!”
Thelma said.

Arleen stepped off the stage, and walked towards them, it was Melody who
asked. ”That was awesome Want a beer?”

“Coors Lite, if you have it?” Arleen answered.

“Canned, bottled or draft?” Melody replied.

“As long as its ice cold, any way it comes.” Arleen answered
her.

“Here ya go.” Melody said, holding out a dewy cold
bottle.” It’s colder than the draft.” She said pointing
to a digital temperature gauge on the draft tap that read 3.5 degrees.

Thelma was all business. “Can you do a six month contract, this
summer? Say from the beginning of July? Can we agree to $500.00 a night
with three one hour sets, Tuesday to Thursday and $750.00 for Friday and
Saturday? Three to four one hour sets from 10.00 PM depending on amount of
people et cetera, until we close at 2:20PM, the last call is 2:00PM we can
renew it after six months if we are still happy with each other.” She
stated before continuing, “Oh by the way, this is John Tompos, our
muscle, he’s in charge of security.” She said, punching him
left-handed on his enormous bicep, by way of introducing the man holding
her hand. He smiled at her, his teeth slightly skew.

“Um sure, six months is fine, and ok, after that, if we can get
along, we can talk about an extension. I don’t see a problem with
starting then either; it all depends on your Canadian Musician’s
Union agreeing to the contract, and their fast-tracking a work permit for
me. I have the documentation and a standard contract for us to sign, we
can fax them today with it still, but we’ll probably have to wait for
any answers. In the mean time I can fly back get things in order back
home. If Canadian authorities give us the go-ahead I can be here ready to
sing Sunday July 1st, if that’s ok with you?” she said.

She, Thelma and Melody filled in the blanks and signed on the dotted
lines, after which John and a blonde barmaid, who had just walked in,
signed as witnesses. Thelma and John went off to the office to fax the
documents, leaving Melody and Arleen once again together in an awkward
silence. “Um John is more than the bouncer, he’s Thel’s
boyfriend, and he does a lot for us.” She said “Can I get you
another beer? I want one myself.”

“Sure I’ll have one more. If you’re buying”
Arleen answered, her words sounded wrong to her, she was dry mouthed and
tongue-tied, she hadn’t felt giddy like this since high school…

Melody popped the tops off two icy cold Coors Lites and handed one to
Arleen, “It’s my bar.” The exchange took a little longer
than necessary, their fingers touching briefly during the exchange.
“You sing beautifully.” Melody complimented her while holding
the bottle out to her and gazing into her eyes.

Arleen blushed. “I was trying very hard to impress.” She
replied softly, while her face turned different shades of red…

“You succeeded, I wanted to sign you after we heard the first
Shania Twain song you did, you copied her almost exactly. Come; let me
show you the place.” Melody took her by the hand and showed her
behind the bar, the kitchen, and both the rest rooms before taking her
upstairs. Melody’s touch was electric, her hand was warm and soft,
Arleen found it hard to breath, and she followed dumbly.

The upper floor consisted of a large office at the top of the stairs and
what appeared to be two apartments. As they entered the office Thelma and
John were definitely not faxing any documents, they sprang apart, hastily,
John pulled his hands out from under Thelma’s t-shirt, while Thelma
snaked her hand from the front of John’s pants, and pulled down her
top blushing profusely. Melody apologized, backing out of the room. She
turned bright red and stammered, “I can show you my apartment, if you
like, Thel and John kinda like their privacy as you just saw.” She
said while unlocking the door to her part of the upstairs living space.
Her apartment was spacious, everything was new, the sitting room was
furnished with a burgundy leather suite, and an acoustic guitar was set to
one side on a chrome stand. An expensive black faced stereo and surround
sound speakers stood alongside a big screen plasma TV that filled a wall.
The kitchen and bathroom were neat and functional. Her bedroom was
dominated by a huge bed. Altogether it was orderly and clean. It appeared
she lived alone in there. They returned to the sitting room, Arleen
pointed to the guitar.” A guitar I see, do you play?” She asked
as Melody finally let her hand go.

Melody chuckled.” Not as well as you.” She answered. She
looked at her watch, “Oh lord! It’s six already, would you
like to stay here tonight…?” She turned red. “I mean
will you like to hang out tonight, perhaps have supper with me, I mean us,
me, Thel and John?” She stammered.

“That sounds nice; sure I’ve no other plans, what’s
for dinner?” Arleen asked.

”I was thinking of a fresh salad followed by sorbet ice cream.
That’s normally the summer fare around here, you’ve already had
your daily burger, or we could send John for subs from Subway or for a
pizza if you’re really hungry.”

“Salad and ice cream sounds perfect, need any help getting it
ready?” Arleen asked.

“Oh no its fine, it only takes a few minutes, I’ll take it
down to the bar, and bring the two love birds down with me, if I can pry
the two apart. Normally a few of the regulars drop by even though we
aren’t officially re-opened, we never really closed down, if that
makes any sense.”

Melody went back into her kitchen, Arleen, a little confused, went back
downstairs to find more than a few people had entered as had two pretty
servers, wearing the prerequisite pink Ros?iffs Tavern T-shirts. A
blonde haired server was popping caps of beer and pouring shots of Bourbon,
Vodka and all kinds of spirits as fast as she could, while a pretty red
head bustled between tables with a tray full of bottles. Arleen sipped her
beer, walked up onto the stage, picked up her Hohner and began the poignant
‘Travelin Soldier’. That particular song always made her feel
kind of melancholy and she stayed in that mode by doing a cover of Gary
Allan’s ‘Smoke rings in the dark’. She followed it with
Juice Newton’s ‘Angel of the morning’ before shaking her
self out of an emotional slide by changing to the electric Fender and doing
an upbeat cover of Alison Krauss’ ‘You say it best’. By
that time the bar was almost full, the crowd was not limited to the young
generation, Arleen saw a couples in their thirties and forties and gray
haired men in sweaty coveralls standing alongside casually dressed guys in
their twenties.

She leaned into the mike. “Hi and welcome to the Ros?iffs
Tavern, I’m Arleen Armstrong, I’ll be entertaining ya this
summer, so ya’all dance, listen, drink up and have a great time. I
don’t mind requests so let me know what you like, if I know it,
I’ll play it.” She said to her audience, and seeing Melody
beckoning her to a table where her sister and John the loving bouncer sat.
She rocked back on her heels a second before picking the Spanish beginning
to the Eagle’s ‘Hotel California’ on the Hohner, and
substituting Ros?iffs Tavern in the lyrics for Hotel California, her
southern accent making it sound like roh-zay k-liffs-ta-verrr-na, instead
of hoh-tel cala-forrr-nia and then stepping off the stage and sauntering to
the table while the crowd clapped and cheered.

She sat alongside Melody and opposite Thelma and John. “That was
really cool, Arleen, thank you.” Thelma said. “It wasn’t
necessary, but it’ll be great publicity for when we open. I’ll
put an ad in the paper confirming you as our entertainer, if that’s
ok?” She asked before continuing, “I like how you changed the
words to Ros?iffs Tavern, instead of Hotel California, can you open with
that, the way you sing it, fits in perfectly with the tune. You are really
talented. Sit and chill with Mel, she’ll get ya back to the motel
whenever you like, if that’s ok?” She said.

“She’s awesome!” Melody gushed. She turned bright red
and started paying a great deal of attention to her salad.

When the meal was finished, John got up and returned with some beer
which they drank in silence. The crowd had swelled and he excused himself,
and began to fulfill his duties as bouncer, as the patrons got a little
rowdier. Thelma went behind the bar; even though more servers were on duty
they were getting swamped. Melody grabbed another pair of cold beers and
they sat drinking, not quiet talking but not really quiet, sporadic bursts
of conversation, followed by silence filled with promise and yet not a
comfortable silence either, both girls realized something was short. They
discovered that neither had a significant other, both loved country music.
Melody loved motorcycles; hers was parked behind the bar in a shed, and a
million other little things people having a couple of drinks tell each
other without getting bogged down with personal private facts.

They drank a few more beers and chatted, mainly it was Melody, pointing
out local personalities, giving her the gossipy details about who was
sleeping with who, who the local drug dealers were, the local hookers, and
trophy wives, who spent the summer in their huge expensive cottages on the
lake and seduced all the good-looking and athletic local studs while their
husbands worked in the city.

It was way after 11:00, Melody and Arleen were really enjoying each
other’s company and they had consumed more than a few beers, and
although Arleen was fine, Melody was sitting glassy-eyed and had slumped in
her seat and began to slur her words. Silently, Thelma and John came up
behind her, and gently led her upstairs. Arleen followed, as Thelma put
her sister to bed. “I love my sister dearly.” Thelma stated,
“But unlike me, she can’t drink, or hold her licker, for that
matter, after a few drinks she falls asleep. You must be a bad influence
on her” She chuckled, turned and went downstairs leaving Arleen alone
with Melody who had rolled onto her back and had begun to snore softly.

Arleen watched Melody from the sitting room, she sat on Melody’s
new leather sofa and picked up the guitar, and strummed a few chords,
testing and tuning the strings, and began intricately picking and crooning
Jim Morrison’s ‘Riders on the Storm’ until she too fell
asleep.

Mornings comes early in Central Ontario, dawn painted the pink cliffs a
pale orange, Arleen woke up to bright sunlight streaming through the open
drapes of Melody’s sitting room. The door to Melody’s room was
closed. She slipped off the couch and made her way to the bathroom. In
the bathroom vanity she could see she was a mess. Hastily she washed her
face and used her fingers to rake her long dark hair into some semblance of
normality.

She left Melody’s apartment and wandered downstairs, and was
surprised to see John sitting on the bar counter sipping from a mug, over
the smell of stale booze she smelled coffee, and John slipped off the bar
and poured her a cup, asking her, her preference with cream and sugar.
They stood beside the bar drinking their brew in silence, before John said,
“Don’t think badly of Mel, she just isn’t a drinker,
Thelma on the other hand, well, she can drink me under the table any day.
Although they are twins Thelma is the business brain, and Mel, well Mel is
a lot softer quieter, more artistic, did better at school too. Then
there’s that Thelma’s straight, but Mel isn’t, but make
no mistake, cut one, they both bleed, trust me, I found out the hard
way.” He said before continuing, “What time is your flight back
to Nashville?” He asked.

“I’m booked on the afternoon flight, direct, this time,
Toronto to Nashville, I guess I should pack my things and get out of here,
after last night I guess I’m not wanted.” She said trying to
comprehend what John’s comment about Thelma being straight but Mel
wasn’t, meant.

“Thel said you might feel that way, but that she and Mel both want
you here for the summer, so sure, lets go back to the Motel, and get your
bags, you can leave your equipment here if you like I’m sure Thel and
Mel will look after it, it saves you hauling it home on the aircraft, only
to haul it back out here in a few days again.”

John led the way to his pickup, they stopped at the motel, and Arleen
had a shower and changed into fresh clothes before he drove her to the
airport. The drive to Toronto seemed much faster, possibly because John
drove faster, the conversation and companionship wasn’t there like it
had been with Melody, and she was glad when John dropped her off at the
terminal and she walked into the departure lounge and had arrived for her
flight a good two hours early.

The flight back went without a hitch, she caught a cab home and was just
ready to hit the shower when the phone rang. Naked she answered, “Hi
this is Arleen.”

“Um hi Arleen, this is Melody, Did I catch you at a good time? I
hope you had a good flight back.”

“You caught me ready to have a shower, but yes I did thanks, are
you ok, you sound a bit strange?” Arleen asked.

There was a brief silence on the other end, before Melody continued,
“Oh sorry, I won’t keep you then; no I’m fine, I hope
that you are still coming here, John said you might have had second
thoughts.”

“No I’ll be coming up as promised, I never break a
promise.” Arleen replied.

“Thank you, I’m sorry about Saturday night, I guess I got
carried away a little, I’m really sorry.” Melody apologized
softly.

“Its fine Mel, honestly, I’ve been that way before its no
big deal. You should have been here for my birthday.” Arleen said.

“Um…… I would’ve liked to see that, I like it
when you use my whole name, Melody. Rather than plain ol’ Mel,
everyone calls me Mel, ” she said.

“I love your name, it really suits you Melody, I enjoyed out time
together.” Arleen said earnestly.

“So did I, I have to go now. Oh I sent you something, and
I’ve put your guitars, amp and things in my room, they’ll be
safe until you return. Speak to you later, eh.” She said, her mouth
close to the phone.

“Night-night Melody, thanks for phoning.” Arleen said before
putting down the phone.

She watched something trivial on the TV before falling asleep.

Monday turned out busier than she expected, but she managed during the
day to get hold of her agent and told her to contact the Musician’s
Union and tell them she was going to work in Canada for six months and that
she needed their help fast-tracking a Canadian work permit. Canada and the
US being neighbors presented a few problems but their respective Musician
Unions worked well with one and other as did their customs and immigration
departments. She had to visit the Canadian Consulate, where she paid the
required fee for the work permit, and was told she should have it within a
few days, barring any snag or outstanding criminal warrants. Since she led
a blameless life she knew for certain, except for a few paid traffic
violations, her criminal record was clean. She was told that her permit
should be issued within a week.

That evening she had decided to crawl into bed early. She could hear
Shelly and some guy groaning in unison, next door, on a squeaky bed, she
lay in the darkness and thought about the weekend and then she centered on
Melody, who seemed ….. When her phone rang.

“Hello?” Arleen mumbled

“Arleen?”

“Melody?”

They laughed together.

“What’re ya doing’?” Melody asked.

“Is… Is that you? That is Melody, right?”

Melody snickered and said. “Yeah it’s me, not Thel.”

I didn’t think Thelma would phone me, and hi,” Arleen replied
dryly, propping pillows up behind her head so she could lean back against
it.

“So what do ya want?” Melody asked, her tone accusatory .

“Me? What do I want? You called me remember.” Arleen said
exasperatedly

“Uh huh, that’s true” she replied.

She was quiet for a moment, and Arleen could visualize her grinning.

“What can I do for you?” Arleen asked, it was most definitely a weird
conversation.

Arleen was about to speak again, when Melody said, “I dunno… Just
wondered what you were doing.”

Arleen’s heart missed a beat, and she stretched out naked beneath
the covers and replied, “Um… Just got into bed, actually. I was just
thinking.”

“About me? So you weren’t gonna call me? You were just thinking
about me, eh?” she asked.

“I don’t know, now, what I was thinking,” Arleen replied quickly
knowing she had been thinking just that.

“No,” she said. “But you were going to.” Melody said illogically

“Yeah. I was.” Arleen replied

“Uh huh… and?” Melody queried.

“And what?” Arleen answered chuckling.

“And why were you going to call me?”

“I forget,” Arleen replied.

“Oh man! ” Melody sighed.

Briefly Arleen mused, if she had really wanted to phone Melody at all,
she knew she had been thinking about her.

“Do you want my private number?” Melody asked.

“What would I do with your private number, Melody?” Arleen asked.

“You can phone me on it. Write it down, dummy, 705-555-
3423” Melody demanded.

Obligingly Arleen wrote it down. For the next hour, they chatted,
sometimes giggling like schoolgirls and sometimes whispering Arleen lay
curled up naked under the covers.

“You sound tired,” Melody commented.

Arleen yawned into the phone.

“Yes.” She whispered.

“And this from a musician who stays up all night and sleeps until noon.
Ha! Gotcha! Ok, seriously want me to let you go?” Melody asked

“Not really,” Arleen answered

“It’s almost eleven,” she said. “What are you doing tomorrow.”

“Working on a jingle for a radio station, whose chubby art director is a
sex maniac.” Arleen replied.

Melody was quiet for a moment, and then she said in a soft voice. “I
like talking to you,” she said softly into the phone.

“Good,” Arleen whispered, “ I enjoy talking to you too.”

“Night-night Arleen, sleep tight” Melody whispered.

“Night-night Melody, speak to ya soon.” Arleen breathed and
put down the receiver.

The next day at the radio station was every bit a nightmare as the time
before, the slimy art director, tried to get as close as he could, Arleen
became adept at slipping past before he could slither any closer. Most of
the day was wasted, and the final product was less than perfect, never the
less, after being semi-groped and partially slobbered over half a dozen
times, Arleen was just about to let him have it, when the odious toad,
thanked her kindly and announced he was satisfied, and called it a day.

She drove home, her car once again threatened to overheat, in the bumper
to bumper traffic, she was really pleased to make it home, the needle of
the heat gauge, had risen very close to the red line, when she pulled in to
the parking lot. She checked their mailbox, there was an envelope from
Canada. She opened it while walking to her door. I was a card. On the
front was a cartoon goose holding its wings behind its back, printed on it
was ‘I have a surprise for you.’ On opening the card, the same
goose had opened its wings wide the card read, ‘ME’ Underneath
Melody had written, ‘I really enjoyed meeting you. Sorry if the card
seems inappropriate, But it’s about all I can find in our one goose
town. I look forward To you coming up for the summer. Regards Melody

Shelly was sitting in the sitting room when Arleen opened the door.
“Your girlfriend just phoned.” She said.

“My girlfriend? What are you taking about? And why are you
answering my phone?” Arleen answered puzzled.

“Since you don’t have an answering machine I picked up, it
might have been important. Yeah girlfriend! Some Melody chick who says
you spent the weekend with her, when you said you were going up North for
an audition, ohhhhhhhhh, serious lesbo action honey. Why didn’t you
say you swung that way earlier? We could have played carpet muncher
together, when the guys are out of town?” She snickered.

“Fuck off Michelle, it’s not like that!” She retorted,
clutching the card to her chest and stormed past her and slammed her
bedroom door.

She sat on her bed and fumed, she picked up her phone and dialed, it had
barely rung once before Melody picked up.

“Who is Shelly?

“Hi Melody, thank you for the card.” Arleen replied,
slightly taken aback by Melody’s tone. “Shelly and I rent this
apartment together; we share an expense, that’s all. Not that
it’s anyone’s business.”

“Ok, bye!” Melody said, clicking off the phone.

There was a knock on the door. “Arleen? Are you ok? I was
joking babe, don’t get all upset, it can’t be that time of the
month?”

Arlene threw the phone at the door. “Shut up Shelly, just leave
me alone ok?” She begged as tears began to flow, for some unknown
reason. She sat on her bed hugging her knees and sobbed softly.

“Jesus girl, what is it?” Shelly asked concerned, “Why
the tears hon, come on, tell me whats happening.”

Arleen shook her head, still sobbing. “I dunno, I just
dunno.”

Shelly sat next to her and stroked her long dark hair.” Its ok
babe, really, I’m sorry I teased you.” She said while stroking
Arleen’s head. “I never thought you were a dyke, I mean you
and Bradley were together for what, three years? “She said while
continuing to soothe her.

“But what if I am?” she sobbed, “I dunno Shell, I just
dunno I am so confused right now, just let me sleep, ok?” she asked
her friend softly.

“It’s ok with me if you are, nothing can change our
friendship, we’ve done some crazy things together babe, don’t
let it get to you, if you wanna talk, I’m here for ya, ok? Just know
this, happiness doesn’t come a knocking, you have to find it, and
then that’s your choice, it doesn’t matter if it’s with a
guy or girl, it’s your happiness. Don’t condemn yourself,
others will do it for you no matter which way you swing.” Shelly said
as put the phone back on its charger next to the bed and closed the door
behind her allowing Arleen to lay down fully clothed in the darkened
bedroom.

Half an hour later Arleen was still on her back, her eyes red and sore,
the phone rang.

“Arleen?”

“Yeah.”

“Sorry, I don’t know why I did that, honest. Are you
crying?” Melody whispered.

“It’s ok. “ Arleen sniffled.

“No its not, I’m really sorry, please don’t
cry.” Melody pleaded.

“It’s ok, honest, don’t sweat it.” Arleen
whispered

Arleen could hear Melody choking up on the other end. “Are you
crying?” She asked

“Yeah”

“Sorry”

“Sorry I made you cry. Gonna ring off now, speak to you tomorrow,
ok?”

“Promise?”

“Yeah, sure, night-night.”

“Night-night Melody.” As Arleen put down the phone, big sobs
burst the silence.

Shelly came back in, hands on her hips . “What the fuck is going
on?” she asked.

“I dunno.” Arleen wailed.

“Jesus girl; whatever it is, you’ve got it bad; come tell me
whats bugging ya.”

It came bubbling out in half sentences as the tears flowed. The
poignant silences the way there should be more when they greeted each
other, the wanting to touch and hold, being tongue-tied in Melody’s
presence, the changing of the lyrics from him to her. Singing while
looking into her beautiful gold-flecked green eyes. How beautiful she was,
the strange ache she had now that they were apart. The card and its half
subliminal message.

“And she feels the same way?” Shelly asked.

“I dunno.” Arleen wailed.

“Whadda ya mean you don’t know? Then find out dummy!”
Shelly said exasperated.

“How?” Arleen wailed again.

“Fuck me girl, what’s her number?” She asked shaking
her head.

“You’re not gonna phone her!” Arleen exclaimed in
shock.

“Damn right I am! Holy shit girl, I’ve never seen you like
this, I heard that you never even batted an eye when Bradley began fucking
Angie.” Shelly shot back.

“Please don’t phone her Shell, I’ll be fine,
honest.”

“Yeah sure, listen Arleen, if you want her go to her, find out if
she feels the same, if not get the hell outta there, come home, and
we’ll find ya some cute chick to squeeze, ok?

“I don’t want a cute chick , I want her, just her!”
Arleen began to sniffle again.” I just wanna be with her.”

Arleen finally fell asleep, her lips pursed like a baby, as she slept,
her body coiled in the fetal position.

The following day went pretty much the same as the previous one. Arleen
was not hungry, she pecked at a burger the radio station had had brought in
from some burger joint, the art director managed slither his hands briefly
over her blouse a couple of times, before, pulling the plug on the
production and calling it a day. Her car finally overheated and she had to
have it towed, all in all, not a successful day.

She could hear her phone ringing, while she unlocked the front door, she
grabbed it.”Melody?” She asked.

“No, It’s Claire, hi Arleen.” Her agent greeted her.
“I have good news! I have your work permit, and all your documents,
for your stay in Canada. Do you want me to post them to you, or do you
want to fetch them, Robbie at KLXJ tells me he’s not happy with your
work, and he’s abandoning the project. Pity that could have been a
permanent gig for you.”

“Claire, he’s a sleaze, my shirt has an oil slick where he
tried to grope my boobs, he can keep his regular gig, I want nothing more
to do with KLXJ while he’s there. Yeah, I’ll stop by tomorrow
and pick up the documents for Canada. I think I’ll go up a few days
early, now that things are over here, in Nashville. Is that ok?” She
asked.

“Sure honey, I wont be in the office, I’ll leave them in an
envelope for you, at reception, just asks my secretary. Have a good time
in Canada; let me know how it’s going, if you have the time.”

Her mind was made up, quickly she dialed, and the phone was answered on
the first ring. “Hey, it’s me?”

“Me who?”

“Don’t be a jackass, it’s Arleen.”

“I knew that, I was just testing you.” Came Melody’s
lame reply.

“My work permit and visa are ready; do you want me to come up
earlier?” Arleen asked.

“Let me ask Thel, care to wait?”

“No! You wait; I can’t do this crap, ok? I don’t
understand whats happening here. I don’t do innuendos well. Maybe
I’m reading signals that don’t exist, maybe I’ve got it
all wrong, I dunno, but you have gotten to me. If I’m making an ass
of myself, well I guess you can find yourself a new singer for your club,
so, ok, here goes, I’m attracted to you ,ok? But I am not a lesbian;
the only woman I ever kissed was my mother. I don’t understand
what’s happening, I sense you feel the same way about me, but you
never said or did anything to confirm that I’m right or wrong.”
Arleen took a deep breath before she continued. ”So don’t tell
me you need your sister’s approval.”

There was a long silence, before Melody finally said, “Ok.”

“Ok, what?” Arleen stormed.

“I won’t ask Thel’s permission. I’ll meet you
at the airport, when’s your flight?”

“Is that it? When’s my flight?”

“Isn’t that what you wanted to hear?” Melody asked.

“No Melody, I want more, I need to know, what you want.”

“Ok, you need to know more? It’s like this Arleen, you say
you aren’t a lesbian, I am. You want to know what I want. I want
you, I did from the first night I met you. You say you aren’t a
lesbian, so where do we go? I have fallen in love with you, you say you
have feelings for me, but you don’t understand them, well, when you
do, let me know. I didn’t mean for this to happen, and I’m
sorry, I want you to be in love with me, like I am with you, but its not
easy, I understand, it’s a big thing, not just for you, for me, for
us, its far more than flying up here to work . I am ringing off now. Call
me when you’ve had time to think.”

There was silence, never had Arleen felt so alone, she stared at the
phone in her hand. Even though it wasn’t dark outside yet, she
crawled under the covers and went to sleep.

It must have been around midnight when Shelly thumped on her door,
waking her up. “Hey girl, get some clothes on, I’ve brought
home, some company.”

Sleepily, Arleen peeked around Shelly’s shoulders; she had brought
home two guys, who were sitting in the living room, drinking beer.
Unwillingly, Arleen dragged a brush through her hair, slipped into a pair
of faded sweats and gargled some mouthwash, and joined her room mate and
the two guys, in the sitting room. She was introduced to Elliot, who was
by his own admission an accountant, and Barry, who had paired up with
Shelly, and said he was a broker. A ball game was on TV, Shelly spent most
of the time, playing barmaid, fetching and carrying. As the evening
progressed, Barry began to fondle Shelly, who lay back, allowing herself to
be groped. Eventually she and Barry withdrew to her bedroom, leaving
Arleen alone, with Elliot, who was in his thirties, slightly overweight and
his hair had begun to recede. He leaned across Arleen, letting his hand
wander across her chest. They kissed. Arleen allowed Eliot’s hands
wander over her body; she felt nothing, there was no arousal at all, just
revulsion. She and Shelly had brought home guys many times, they had even
done a few kinky ‘sharing the same guy,’ or swapping men after
a few hours together, but tonight, all she could think of was a short curly
haired, green eyed girl with big breasts in Canada. Feeling Elliot’s
hand inside her pants made her mind up. She clamped her thighs tightly
shut, startling Elliot, as she pulled his hand from between her legs. She
stood hastily, shaking.

“Sorry Elliot, I can’t do this, I’m really am sorry,
I’m going to bed. I’m going to bed alone! If you want to try
go join Shelly and um, what’s his name? Um.. Barry, I’m sure
Shelly can take you both. Sorry, I just can’t do this.” She
left Elliot sitting on the sofa alone nursing his hard on, and went back to
her room locking the door behind her. She looked at her bedside clock; it
read 3:05 AM.

She dialed, the phone was answered after the third ring.
“Hi”

“Did I wake you?” She asked.

“No. What do you want?” Melody sounded sleepy.

“I want to be with you.”

“Ok.”

“Ok, what?” Arleen asked again, feeling frustrated and
remembering their earlier conversation. “Are we having D? vu
here?”

“Ok, what time’s your flight?” Definitely d? vu.

“It’s 3:00AM, I haven’t booked a flight.”

“Are you sure you’ve had enough time to think this through?
I don’t want you to rush on my account.” Melody asked.

“Melody?”

“Yeah?”

“It’s what I want.” Arleen breathed

“I’m an it?” She quirked.

“No. You know what I mean.”

“No, I don’t, you tell me what you mean.” Melody
whispered.

“I mean I love you, I’m in love with you. I mean I want you
to love me, I mean I want to be with you, I mean I want to make love to you
and have you make love to me, to hold you, kiss you, go to bed with you,
wake up with you.” It came rushing out of Arleen’s mouth before
she could think of something smart to say.

“Ok, what time’s your flight?”

“I’ll let you know as soon as I’ve got one.”

“Ok.”

“Do you want me to phone now?”

“Yeah.”

“Can you say more than one word at a time? Can I phone you
back?” Arleen asked.

“Right now, all I’m good for is one word at a time. Yes of
course phone me back, silly.”

Desperately Arleen searched for the airline’s number, and made
arrangements for the earliest flight to Toronto, in the morning paying for
it on her Visa.

This time Melody picked up on the first ring. ”So?”

Arleen began to realize two could play monosyllables.
“Yeah”

There was silence, Melody caved first. “So tell me, when’s
your flight?”

“Tomorrow.” Arleen whispered.

“ I didn’t ask what day, I asked what time.” Melody
chuckled playfully.

“Morning” Came Arleen’s terse reply.

“When in the morning? Stop it now, it isn’t funny
anymore.” There was nothing playful in Melody’s tone.

“You started it, I catch the 10:00 American Airlines direct to
Toronto, I should be there at 1:00

“Ok, I’ll be there, don’t change your mind on
me.”

“I wont.” Arleen whispered.

“Hey.”

“Don’t start that again, Melody, hey what?”

“ Hey, I love you, Arleen.”

Arleen, felt herself tremor. Her insides felt like jelly, she croaked a
reply. “I love you too.”

“Sleep tight my love I’ll see you tomorrow.” The phone
went dead, as Melody clicked off.

Arleen realized she had no time left to sleep. It too at least an hour
for her to settle her affairs, and arrange a taxi to the airport. She
dressed herself carefully in new designer jeans and satiny off the shoulder
t-shirt that showed her cleavage off well. She slipped into her western
boots, and cinched the matching belt around her trim waist with the large
oval buckle. She peeked into Shelly’s bedroom. Both men were asleep
beside her, she closed the door, leaving her a short note thanking her for
helping her with her decision, and sending her, her love and gratitude,
finally leaving Melody’s phone number as her contact number.

The plane trip was spent sleeping untidily in the cramped seat alongside
a insurance salesman. The plane touched down on time, and Arleen was the
first person off the plane. She breezed through customs and rushed to the
terminal, arriving just as her baggage began its endless tour of the
rotunda.

She picked up her cases and wandered along to the exit with the hundred
odd passengers, from her flight. A young woman stood to one side with a
number of uniformed limo chauffeurs holding a sign “ I love Arleen
Armstrong”. Arleen knew she would be somewhere in twenties with a
turned up nose and beautiful curly dark hair. When Arleen drew nearer she
noticed that there were tears in her large green, gold-flecked eyes that
were the most exquisite eyes she had ever seen. She was so excited she
wanted to run and touch her, hold her kiss her.

“Hi there, I’m Arleen, you must be Melody?” She asked.

Some people say the first kiss shapes a relationship, the sign was
dropped hastily, as were the pair of matching suitcases. Both girls melted
into one and other, their arms folding and touching each other’s skin
and hair, as their mouths hungered for each others. Their tongues tasted
and explored each other’s mouths, their eyes were tightly shut and
they were oblivious to the people around them and the comments about
‘getting a room’

They drew apart, well not exactly apart; they held each other staring
into each other’s eyes. Melody was the first to speak. “Come,
we need to get your bags sent up to the club.” She said almost
dragging Arleen to a UPS office in the terminal.

Arleen, was still in a daze, and blithely followed as Melody handed over
her luggage to the courier service giving instructions, to overnight them
to the club’s address in Birchacres, without letting Arleen’s
hand go.

Melody pulled Arleen out of the airport towards the car park. Instead
of the bland white SUV, Melody had ridden down on her motorcycle. There
was nothing girly or sissified about the big Honda Goldwing.

Melody fastened a full faced helmet that was identical in colour of the
bike over Arleen’s head, donned her own matching one after putting on
a leather biker’s jacket, cocked her leg over and straddled the seat,
before kicking the bike off its stand. She beckoned Arleen onto the
pillion. In a semi daze Arleen climbed behind Melody. With a loud roar,
the big engine under the girls burst into life, with a surge Melody
accelerated into the interchange, and skillfully maneuvered the large bike
in the traffic as Arleen clung to Melody, her hands clasped around her
waist.

Sitting behind Melody Arleen could feel the silky power of the motor
every time Melody, accelerated, The helmets had a radio link, they spoke
silly things into the mike while Arleen leaned forward, and clasped her
hands tighter around Melody’s waist, her head resting between, her
shoulders. The pair tore up the highway, and cruised through the farmlands
of Ontario.

When Arleen saw the Birchacres Motel flash by, she knew that although
the trip was just about over, her journey was just beginning. Melody
piloted the bike to a stop in front of the Tavern. Biking up had taken
half the time a car would have. Together they pulled off their helmets and
pushed the bike onto its main stand, and walked into the bar, hand in hand,
their hair flattened by their helmets.

Melody’s twin was behind the bar; in exactly the same place she
had first seen her. “I somehow knew you two were going to get
together, I knew it. Hey Arleen, welcome babe.” Thelma leaned across
the bar and kissed Arleen on the lips. “You should have seen this
girl.” She said pointing at Melody. “She hasn’t eaten or
slept at all, since you left. She gets cranky when she doesn’t eat
or sleep, so remember to keep her fed; I’m not too sure how much
sleeping you two’ll be doing.”

Melody blushed, a deeper red than Arleen. “Arleen needs to shower
and settle in, I’ll take her upstairs. You can chat with her
later.” She said taking Arleen by the hand and leading her up the
stairs.

They entered Melody’s apartment hand in hand, Melody guided her
into the bedroom. ”We can shower later, I need you, now.”
Gently Melody led her to the bed. She knelt, her strong hands pulled off
Arleen’s boots, and nimble fingers unclasped her belt. Melody pulled
off Arleen’s jeans and panties together, folding them carefully at
the foot of the bed. Arleen pulled her satiny blouse over her head, and
sat naked before her.

Melody plucked at her own clothing, and hurriedly undressed and sat,
naked, beside Arleen, who was trembling slightly. “Are you cold?
You’re shivering.” She asked.

Arleen looked into Melody’s green-flecked eyes, and shook her
head, “No, I’m not cold, I’m frightened, I’m
excited, I’m confused, I want so much to please you, I’m scared
to hell I’ll fuck up, I guess I’m just nervous.”

“It’s ok to be nervous.” Melody coo-ed softly into her
ear, as she put her arm around her, pulling her down onto the bed.
”I love you Arleen, trust me, ok? I’ll never hurt you,
ok?”

Melody whispered soft words of love into Arleen’s ear as her hands
began to caress her sensitive skin. She lifted her head, and sought
Arleen’s lips with her’s; they kissed, taking in each
other’s essence, like their first kiss at the airport, only this time
it was longer and more intense, Arleen responded with pent up passion,
tasting Melody’s tongue while her own tongue slid over Melody’s
teeth and inquisitively inspected every square millimeter of her mouth.

Melody’s hands became bolder; her fingers traced the areola of
Arleen’s breasts, ignoring the engorging nipples. The teats at first
contracted, then hardened to Melody’s touch, becoming rubbery as
feelings of pleasure began to flow from Melody’s finger tips. Melody
sighed contented; her own hands caressed Melody’s back, as she slid
on top of her. They lay belly to belly, pussy to pussy. Melody lowered
her face to Arleen’s breast, her tongue traced where her fingers had
been only moments earlier. She sucked, her tongue probing each rubbery
nubbin one after the other.

Laying beneath Melody, Arleen arched her back; Melody could feel heat
and moisture seeping from between Arleen’s legs. Her own pussy, she
felt, was responding in exactly the same way. Arleen’s nipple
slipped out of Melody’s mouth with an audible ‘plop’.

Melody dragged her tongue across Arleen’s navel, and down further
below her belly, mouthing and sucking as she went. Instinctively Arleen
spread her legs wide, and thrust upwards, by tensioning her backside,
offering Melody her densely haired damp pussy. Melody needed no second
offer; delicately she lowered her mouth onto Arleen’s labia, tasting
her. Her tongue probed Arleen’s slit, flicking open the moist lips,
and finding her pearl-like clitoris.

Arleen whined softly and thrust her pelvis upward, mashing
Melody’s face into her sodden pussy. Melody sensed the change in
Arleen’s breathing, her thighs began minute electrical little jerks,
she pumped up and down on the bed, moaning, her hands were in
Melody’s hair, holding her face between her legs. “Yes, yes,
oh yes there, oh, god.” She groaned, while drawing her knees up, her
toes flexed wide, she began to thrash, her thighs jerking wildly. She
began to plead, “Please, please please!” She whined.

In between Arleen’s widespread thighs, Melody had pressed first
one, then two, fingers into Arleen’s wet walls slurping noisily as
copious juice flowed as Melody contracted, tightening a wet grip on her
fingers as the dove into her soft core with a timeless rhythm, she pressed
her nose onto the clit, with short jerks she shook her head, while pressing
her nose hard, swiping and squishing Arleen’s clit against her pelvic
bone. Arleen erupted. Melody heard her whine and scream her name, before,
the stiffening in orgasm, her fingers digging into her hair, spurts of
whitish lube gushed from her pussy, as one orgasm rolled into two, then a
third, each significantly lesser than the one before, until she lay spent,
her heart pounding, her breathing coming in short gasps, her body covered
in perspiration, finally she giggled, “Now I know what I’ve
been missing.”

Melody slid back up on the bed next to her, caressing her. She planted
soft wet kisses along Arleen’s neck, and jaw-line, her fingers
trailing across the still heated damp skin, as Arleen’s labored
breathing eased. She raised herself on one elbow, and kissed her mouth,
watching Arleen’s eyes close taking her kiss open mouthed. She drew
apart, and whispered softly. “I love you Arleen, give me your
hand.”

She took Arleen’s hand and placed it over her left breast.
“This beats only for you, it’s my heart, take it, keep it.
It’s yours.” She whispered.

Arleen could feel Melody’s heart beating beneath her hand,
tentatively; she bent forward, and kissed where her hand had been.
Melody’s skin was soft and firm, her breasts were big, far bigger
than her 34C’s. Her nipples had contracted to a puckered coppery
brown; her breathing had altered as Arleen had kissed her breast.
Playfully Arleen asked. “I only have your heart? What about
this?” She asked sliding her hand down to the moist junction of
Melody’s thighs. Unlike her’s; covered in dense pubic hair,
Melody’s pussy was plump, completely smooth and hairless. Arleen
closed her hand over Melody’s shaved mons. “Is this mine
too?”

“Oh god, yes! All of me, you don’t have to ask!”

Arleen squeezed Arleen’s plump pussy possessively; her finger
parted the thin lips of the outer labia, she used three fingers to pare
Melody’s plump little pussy open. Her core was superheated,
automatically; Melody widened her knees, and spread her thighs. At the
apex she found an erect little clitoris, she circled it with her
forefinger, and listened to Arleen’s contented sighs. She lowered
her face her lips pursed around Arleen’s clit, she sucked noisily.
Almost instantly Melody’s hands flew to hold Arleen’s head
between her thighs. While she continued to kiss Melody’s clit
noisily her fingers delved into the wet cloying warmth of Melody’s
pussy walls. She pressed her fingers as far as they would go and slowly
withdrew them, only to shove them back deeper than before. Melody had
begun to pant and strain, her thighs and pelvis undulating as her orgasm
approached. Arleen grazed Melody’s clit with her front teeth pushing
Melody over the edge, her orgasm which had begun as tiny electrical tics
along her thighs, exploded, her legs flailed, her breathing ceased, her
whole pussy pulsed in time with her fast beating heart, she cried out, her
body stiffened, as bliss overtook her.

Arleen began to lick the bountiful liquid oozing from Melody’s
pussy, she licked and licked like a cat swallowing cream, as Arleen’s
heart slowed to a normal pace, and her breathing became regular.

“Jesus! She swore, and you said you weren’t a
lesbian.” She breathed, as Arleen slid up alongside her and began to
snuggle close and kiss her tender breasts softly, as if she knew, and
wanted to sooth them.

“Before now, I wasn’t, but I’ve watched porno, ya
know. I know what would please me, I hope I did please you, ‘cus I
love you Melody, with all my heart, I’m just so happy right
now.”

“Oh, so you learned from porn! What else did porn teach
you?” Melody asked.

“You’ll have to wait and find out.” Arleen chuckled.
Melody chuckled. “I can’t wait to find out.”

---

Angela and her companions face the deadly minotaur.

The Knight and the Acolyte
Book Eight: Labyrinth of Love
Chapter Eight: Impaled by the Minotaur
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this.

Acolyte Sophia – The Labyrinth, the Island of Yalut

The words of the Minotaur echoed down the hallway out of the darkness of the large room before us. The source of the foul stench pervading the Labyrinth flowed with it. In the glow of my pink, ethereal light bobbing beside me, I spotted a skeletal arm stretched out of the large room, fingers twisted in agony, one of the beast’s victims. My heart hammered fast. We were at the heart of the Labyrinth.

We had found the Minotaur, the demigod son of Gewin and Cernere, a monster almost as impossible to kill as Dominari.

“Well, are you coming?” snorted the Minotaur, his words low, bestial, a growl. “I want to KILL!”

The stones of the Labyrinth shook beneath my feet. Dust drifted down from above. My heart clenched. Xandra let out a whimpering moan behind me. I understood. I did not want to go into there. I glanced at Angela, standing beside me, her shield readied, her sword drawn. She was a warrior, a Queen, unafraid to march into the beast’s den and slay him.

The Minotaur snort descended into laughter as my hand shoved into my robe. I felt my left nipple harden beneath my touch. With a bit of concentration, milk filled my breast, aching to leak out of my nipple. I rubbed my nub, coating my fingers in the milk.

“Was I too fearsome for you?” an urban voice spoke, deep, rumbling, clearly the Minotaur’s, but lacking the bloodthirsty fury of a moment ago.

I jumped again and yanked my milk-stained fingers out of my blouse.

“Did I scare you and your motley companions, Sir Knight?” the Minotaur asked, his voice almost polite.

Thrak grunted.

“I know, the act. People expect the bloodthirsty savage, barely civil, hardly able to string a pair of words together. I try to give it to them, but it is so tiring.” He sighed. “You are not fleeing. Ah, you are preparing.”

The ground rumbled behind me. Earth elementals stepped up, controlled by Xandra. They were the size of Thrak, forged out of the stone of the Labyrinth, their bodies thick, strong, joints grinding as they lumbered forward.

“By all means. Let’s have a sporting contest today. It has been a boring few years. No adventures to fight, no maidens to love. Just the darkness.”

“I can help with that,” Faoril said.

Light rushed past me as I reached out to Angela’s sword, rubbing my milk stained fingers on the steel. As Faoril’s spell grew brighter and brighter, illuminating the Minotaur’s room, I muttered a prayer: “Saphique, the Virgin Goddess that loves all women, bless this weapon so it may protect its bearer. Let this sword shine bright, a beacon to defend all women.”

Pink light flared across Angela’s sword, the temporary enchantment sinking into the steel, blessing it in the fashion of the dagger gripped in my left hand. That dagger was a permanent magic item, created with powerful rituals. And it glowed bright.

Deadly danger lurked.

I looked into the illuminated room and gasped. The Minotaur raised a hand against the bright ball of sunlight shining at the apex of the doomed room. The demigod was a giant, a man standing twelve feet tall, his skin swarthy and muscled beyond belief. His muscles were ropy, wrapping over each other, bulging his limbs to the size of tree trunks. His torso was as broad as I stood tall. Dark, coarse hair covered his chest narrowing down to a line descending across his stomach. His massive cock, bigger than I had witnessed on the centaur in the Doge’s palace, dangled before him, his balls bigger than my fists. His head was not human, but a bull’s head, dark-furred, not black, but a gray near enough. Two horns curved from his head ending at sharp points.

“Good, good,” he said, nodding. “This makes it fair. You can see. I can see.” His foot pawed at the ground like a bull preparing his charge. He snorted, shaking his head, light flashing from his horns. He had two small braids of hair dangling from the bottom of his muzzle that swept back and forth. “Now, Sir Knight, are you prepared to go through with this folly? I shall kill your two men and keep you and the other women for my pleasure.”

“I am,” Angela said, setting her shield and advancing.

“I cannot talk you out of this?” the Minotaur asked. “As you can see, I am too big to fit through the tunnels. I am trapped. There is no escape for me. Mother saw to that. You don’t have to die here in a pointless attempt to kill me.”

Thrak moved into the room with Angela, advancing, his big, two-handed ax gripped in his hand. The Elementals rumbled with them, flanking the two warriors. I followed with the others, stepping into the room. It wasn’t as big as I thought, only fifty feet across. It felt cramped despite the dome rising an equal height above us.

“I have need of your heart, Minotaur,” Angela said. “And no longer will the people of Grahata sacrifice their daughters to you.”

“I have no idea why they do that,” laughed the Minotaur. “I can’t harm them. No one ever told them they had to do it. Not that I am ungrateful, of course. Far from it. I enjoy their gifts while they last. But they always break so easily.” His cock hardened. “Will you break as easy, Sir Knight? How will your cunt feel on my cock?”

I gagged. His voice so civil yet his words so foul.

“Last chance to walk away, Sir Knight,” the Minotaur said, his bare hands clenching into fists. He didn’t even have a weapon. We could beat him. “My heart will not come cheaply. Find another demigod to power the reforging of your artifact.”

“I need Gewin’s son,” Angela said. “I need the strength of your heart.”

“Pity,” the Minotaur said. “I hate wasting life in such a pointless endeavor. Very well. Let us end this folly.”

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Knave Angela

“Yes,” I agreed and charged in, Thrak racing at my side.

I raised my shield before me, my sword ready. The earth elementals’ steps boomed on our flanks, their bodies grinding like shifting rocks. The Minotaur stood still, his fists clenched. He made no move to defend himself as we swept in for the attack.

“A goddess-enchanted blade,” the Minotaur mused, red eyes flicking to my sword. “So you are halfway serious about killing me.”

“I am always serious,” I snarled as I reached him and swung.

His huge bulk moved fast. Far faster than something that size should have. He was a dark blur streaking back, my sword hissing through empty air. And then his punch landed on my shield. Wood groaned and I grunted, stumbling a step. My boot landed on an old thigh bone. It snapped beneath me as Thrak swung his greataxe.

With a sweep of black horns, the Minotaur knocked Thrak’s attack to the side, then the demigod crashed his fist into the face of an earth elemental. Xandra gasped behind me as the construct stumbled, stone shards breaking off its body. The minotaur followed up with two more punches, pulverizing the elemental’s head.

“Adequate,” the Minotaur said as I recovered and swung my blade at his flank.

His body twisted. His horns swept down. My shield caught the tip. It punched through the wood, a sharp point jutting over my arm. I stabbed past my shield at his belly, but he pulled back, stepping into Thrak’s swing. The Minotaur knocked the sweeping ax away with a backhand, snorting.

Minx edged around the fight, her daggers held low, the halfling crouching, moving silently to get behind the Minotaur, her eyes intent. An arrow hissed through the air, but the Minotaur turned and dodged, the missile missing by inches.

The two elementals rushed in, one reaching to grab his thighs and hold him in place. The headless one landed a pair of blows on the Minotaur’s hips and thighs that hardly rippled the bulging muscles. The Minotaur kneed it and twisted his body as I stabbed.

The Minotaur’s twist brought the elemental holding his thigh between me and him. My enchanted blade pierced through the rock of the elemental. Pink light flared through the joints of the rocks and the elemental crumbled to pieces.

“Angela,” gasped Xandra.

“Las’s cock,” I grunted as the Minotaur laughed and kicked at Thrak, driving the orc back.

Wind howled, lashing at the Minotaur. My red hair ruffled as Faoril’s magic attacked the Minotaur. But it didn’t stop him from sending a punch at me, driving me back. My heart hammered. My armor creaked. He was huge, fast, and so strong.

“Pater’s cock,” Faoril cursed as Chaun’s song strummed to life. A soft lullaby echoed through the air.

“Bind him, Faoril,” I shouted.

“Trying,” Faoril answered as another arrow hissed through the air.

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Chaun

I strummed my lullaby. I had no idea what music would be effective against the Minotaur. The beast moved with such grace despite his size. He should lumber, but he didn’t. He fought with the skill of a master fighter, one who had honed his skill to perfection, able to dodge multiple attacks at once. Xera’s arrows hissed through the air. Angela’s sword caused shadows to dance as she swung it. Xandra conjured a replacement elemental to the one Angela destroyed, my wife’s brow furrowed as she ran her fingers over her newly carved earth totem.

Faoril cursed beside me again as I sent the lulling music at the Minotaur.

Different music was effective against different beings. Lust worked the best on humans, sometimes furious music could override a creature’s senses, others could be put to sleep, befuddled, charmed, pacified, or driven mad.

“Are you singing for me, bard?” the Minotaur asked, blocking Thrak’s powerful swing with his wrist. The ax blade slid down his flesh, leaving a strip of bleeding flesh behind. What should have hewn to the bone of the monster only scraped off a layer of skin. “What a lovely song.” The Minotaur hummed along, punching one of Xandra’s elementals in the chest, shattering the rocks.

“Luben’s sacred oath,” Xandra groaned. “He’s so strong.”

And my lullaby was not effective. The demigod showed no sluggishness, no sleepiness. He was as energetic as ever, his sweeping horns driving Angela back. Wind whipped around the beast, but it didn’t slow him down one whit.

“What is the problem with your magic, Faoril?” I asked as Xera drew her bow beside me, aiming with care.

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Xerathalasia

I aimed with care, watching the beast. Chaun’s question slid past my awareness. I put all my concentration on watching the monster, waiting for the moment to strike and hit him in the eye. The arrow glowed with pink, enchanted by Sophia. She stood beside me, rubbing her milk on another arrow.

Pity she couldn’t enchant my bow, but it wouldn’t impart the magic onto my shot.

I couldn’t miss this shot. We had to harm the Minotaur. He dodged around Angela’s sword strike, his stomach pulling in, his body bending. His horns swept in an arc, air hissing. He caught an earth elemental and sent it crashing into Angela, knocking her back.

Thrak swung his ax with a brutal swing at the Minotaur’s back. It pivoted, deflecting the attack aside with a backhand swing. Thrak’s body jerked. He stumbled, thrown off-balanced by the strength of the Minotaur.

I followed the beast’s movement as it recovered from its swing. Waited… Released.

My arrow streaked through the air. My heart thudded. It flew straight, true. I had judged my lead. It would catch the beast right in the—

The Minotaur caught my arrow in his large fist. With a blurring motion, his arm snapped at me. The arrow streaked pink and slammed into my chest. Pain burned through me as the arrow punched through my ribs and popped out my back.

I staggered, staring down at my naked breasts. Blood welled around the shaft, spilling down my large mounds. A cold swept through my body. I trembled, my bow dropping from numb fingers, and fell onto my back.

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Warlock Faoril

“He’s…resisting my magic,” I snarled in answer to Chaun. “Wind isn’t affecting him. It’s barely slowing him down.” I had the Minotaur wrapped up in swirling gusts, trying to hold him in place, but he was too strong for my bonds to hold. My magic burned rapidly as I fought against him.

“Try something more direct,” Chaun said, strumming a cacophonous song, sending chaotic notes at the Minotaur.

I grabbed another vial of Thrak’s cum. I was burning through it so fast. The Minotaur had a lot of godblood in him. He was the only child born of a union between Cernere and Gewin. The erinyes, daughters of Slata and Las, were three beings born from a single union, diluting the strength of both parents. Other demigod races, like the fairy or efreet, could breed, further diluting the divine in them.

Cernere only birthed the Minotaur after she stole Gewin’s virility, acting out the Goddess Biaute’s revenge on the God of War. The Minotaur was born a being of war at its most pure. Unrestrained battle. I couldn’t hold it back.

Xera screamed out beside me, dropping into a heap.

So I switched to fire.

Thrak grunted, stumbling back from a glancing blow. Blood spurted from his lip, one of his bone piercings ripped off. He growled, swinging his ax hard, fast, but the Minotaur deflected with his fist almost casually while he focused on Angela’s swings.

“Oh, little mage, you stopped tickling me,” he laughed, kicking Angela back, her shield buckling beneath his foot.

“Maybe you’d like fire instead,” I snarled and threw a ball of flame at him.

“Let’s see,” he said, standing still, letting the fire crash into his chest. The flames burned on him, dancing hot. He turned, lunging at Angela. She flinched back from the heat, raising her shield to protect herself.

I furrowed my brow, burning the heat hotter, trying to consume his flesh. The flames spread up to his muzzle. The two braids burned. Embers rained as he moved, his fur blazing across his snout, eating down to the flesh.

But his hide wouldn’t burn. His skin just absorbed the heat. Angela screamed out, her shield smoldering on the edges as she retreated from the heat. Thrak backed off. Only the elementals charged in, their fists growing cherry-red as they landed on the burning demigod.

“Las’s putrid cum,” I cursed, killing the fire.

His skin was only reddened where the flames dance. Half the fur on his muzzle was burned away, revealing the warty, sunburned flesh beneath. A hideous visage turned to me and gave me a mocking salute.

I needed a different plan.

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Minx

As the Minotaur gave his mocking salute to Faoril, I charged in, dagger clutched tight in my hand. His back was to me. My blood boiled. He hurt Xera. I focused on his kidneys. He may be a huge brute, but he had to have weaknesses. Vital spots that when pierced would make him howl in agony.

My dagger was sharp.

I made no sound, my boots moving silently. Xera had taught me new levels of stealth. I leaped at him. I may only come up to the brute’s knees, but I would inflict damage. One of the elementals punched him in the stomach as Angela and Thrak charged back in. I landed on the back of his thigh gripping his coarse body hair as an anchor. He snorted as I ripped out hairs, scrambling higher, passing his muscular ass. His body flexed. I stabbed my knife down hard at his kidney.

“Got you,” I laughed.

My sharp knife struck his flesh. The tip bent, my knife deflecting to the side, pain jarring up my arm. I gaped at my blade, the steel deformed by the attack. My blow left only a faint, red mark on his skin which already faded.

“Cernere’s nimble fingers,” I groaned as I jumped off of him.

With a contemptuous snort, his foot flew in a backward kick at me. I tried to dodge, but it came fast, clipping my hip. I gaped, pain flaring, and tumbled across the bone littered floor, rolling to a groaning stop, my blade clattering away.

“Why couldn’t Sophia enchant my blade,” I panted, my entire right side throbbing.

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Acolyte Sophia

“Saphique, bless the font of my womanhood with your loving power.”

A small orgasm rushed through me as I knelt over the wounded Xera. Fire burned behind me, but I ignored it. My pussy clenched on the two fingers as the magic rushed through my body. I ripped my fingers out, hating how much blood pumped out of Xera’s chest, spilling around her breasts.

I brought the pussy-stained fingers to my nipples and rubbed the juices into my areola and nub. I could use a healing potion to cure Xera, but I had only three, and I had a feeling we would need all of them. The Minotaur was tough, fast, and dodging all of Angela’s attacks. I could hear her cursing in frustration.

Her weapon could harm the beast, and he knew it.

“Saphique, transform my virgin milk with your love. Let my milk heal the sick and infirmed.” The magic rushed through my nipple. Milk beaded. I leaned over Xera, lifting her head. She groaned, blood staining her lips, her green hair spilling over my arm. “Drink.”

I brought my nipple to her lips. The flames died out and the Minotaur laughed. Xera latched on, suckling as she groaned in pain. My milk rushed into her, healing her as she nursed. The blood pumping out of her chest slowed.

Minx grunted in pain. I glanced at the battlefield to see the halfling tumbling across the ground while Angela rushed in. Her sword swung fast, hard, forcing the Minotaur, his fur burned off his face, to step back.

“Get her, Angela,” I shouted as Xera suckled harder, growing stronger as the healing magic flowed through her.

The Minotaur’s eyes snapped to me. “Ah, yes, healing magic. I had forgotten that priestesses could do that. And you are dedicated to Saphique… I cannot wait to violate your pure body.”

I shuddered as Angela grunted, thrown back by the Minotaur’s punch.

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Xandra

Angela stumbled back. I concentrated on my totems. I had two earth elementals landing ineffective punches. My fingers stroked the lines carved into the kapok wood, my power flowing into the totem and then to the elementals i puppeteered. I was on the fourth and fifth. The Minotaur was strong enough to drive back the spirits, breaking their vessels.

Chaun’s song shifted from cacophony to something that sounded confused. He focused on the Minotaur, his voice singing out nonsense words. I blinked, trying not to focus on the song, my body swaying for a moment.

“Focus,” I whispered.

“You Las-damned beast,” Minx shrieked. “That hurt. Cernere’s nimble fingers!” The halfling hurtled a throwing dagger that bounced off the back of the Minotaur as he tried to gore Thrak. But the orc dodged back.

Nothing was working. Faoril’s fire did nothing. Her wind had failed to hold him. My earth elementals were ineffective. So far, none of Chaun’s songs had affected the beast. What could we do? I trembled, my heart hammering. I glanced behind me.

The way out was right there. We could flee.

Xera stood up, her body covered in a sheen of her blood. She picked up her bow, moving with her grace. Sophia moved with her, blessing an arrow and handing it to the elf, the Acolyte’s robes open, milk leaking from her nipples.

“You should enchant Thrak’s ax,” I told Sophia as Xera fired. The Minotaur threw my earth elemental into the path of the arrow.

The totem burned hot as the elemental screamed in pain. The stone crumbled, the elemental driven away by the force of the arrowhead’s enchantment.

“Yeah,” Sophia nodded, her left hand gripping her enchanted dagger. “And Minx. I should have done them from the start.” She looked around, sighting the orc, shouting: “Thrak!”

The acolyte handed another enchanted arrow to Xera and headed towards the orc. I summoned a fresh elemental, sweat breaking over my brow. It formed its body, ripping up the stones of the floor and leaving behind a hull as it became a hulking warrior.

“Let’s see if he likes this,” Faoril muttered beside me. She downed another vial of Thrak’s cum.

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Thrak

“Thrak,” Sophia shouted, rushing to me, her finger rubbing her nipple, smearing milk across the tip. “I need to enchant your weapon.”

The Minotaur snorted, his head snapping around at the acolyte.

“Gewin’s cock,” I cursed, darting forward to block him, swinging a hard blow at his side. Not that it would do much. My weapon couldn’t hurt him. The best I had done was score a layer of skin, leaving his right arm bloody.

The air hissed. Something streaked by me. The Minotaur roared in pain. Blood blossomed across his chest. Two small slivers of rocks, maybe the size of my little finger, protruded from his chest. The air streaked again, and two more slammed into his belly.

I threw a glance over my shoulder as the Minotaur snorted. Faoril ripped slivers of rocks from the ground and hurled them at the Minotaur. They flew so fast, impacting against the beast in the same heartbeat she fired them.

I smiled at her clever idea. Her magic wasn’t working directly. The beast’s divine blood had protected him, just like his thick hide kept normal weapons from penetrating. But she wasn’t using magic to harm him directly. She was firing the sharp points of rocks so fast with her wind, the velocity overcame his thick hide.

“Thrak,” Sophia gasped, reaching me. She touched my ax blade, rubbing her milk onto it. “Saphique, the Virgin Goddess that loves all women, bless this weapon so it may protect its bearer. Let this sword shine bright—”

“Bitch!” boomed the Minotaur, his voice throaty like it had in the beginning. He seized my ax and yanked it from my grip. Sophia gasped, her spell cut off.

Angela charged in as the Minotaur’s eyes locked on Faoril. Her sword raised high. With a casual swing, not even looking at the knight, the Minotaur slammed my greataxe into Angela’s shield. Wood exploded. Angela screamed in pain, the ax driven through her shield to lodge in her arm. She fell, blood spurting.

“Angela!” Sophia gasped then screamed as the Minotaur flung her away with a single push. She rolled across the ground, white robes flapping.

“Little mage,” the Minotaur snorted and charged at Faoril.

“No,” I shouted, throwing myself at the monster. Rocks hissed by me, stabbing into the demigod’s chest. Blood welled from his wounds as I seized him by the waist, planting my feet on the ground, heaving against his bulk. “You can’t touch—”

The Minotaur’s fist slammed into head. Stars flared. The world tumbled. Spun. I groaned, struggling to think. I blinked eyes. I lay on my side. My body felt numb. My stomach twisted. I had to move. I had to stand up. The Minotaur’s feet boomed. Faoril cursed, dodging to the right as the monster came for my woman.

Stand up. Move.

My body refused to answer. A wave of dizziness shuddered through me.

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Warlock Faoril

Thrak’s tumble ended with him in a heap. My heart clenched. Blood gushed from his scalp. A thick furrow of his skin had been scraped away, exposing the white of his skull smeared with blood. He shuddered, struggling to move.

“Thrak!”

“Was he important to you, Mage?” the Minotaur asked, his voice thick, throaty. Blood poured down his chest as he loomed over me.

“Pater’s cock,” I cursed, ripping at the stone beneath me with earth magic. I hurtled another pair of projectiles. They buried into his stomach as his fist ripped off my robe.

“Let’s give you something to distract you from your grief,” he said. I stumbled, my clothing ripped away. I was exposed, naked, my breast bouncing.

I darted to the right, sending a powerful blast of useless wind behind me. I knew it was useless, but it was hard not to do something as his thick hand reached for me. He seized my waist, his fingers encircling me. I gasped as he yanked me in the air. His other hand parted my legs and—

“Pater’s huge cock!” I screamed as ecstasy exploded in my pussy.

He was hung like a centaur. His dick rammed into my pussy as he impaled me on his shaft. My back quivered as his cock somehow sank deeper and deeper into me. It was impossible. He should be ripping me to pieces. But some magical, maybe something of Cernere’s deviousness, allowed my pussy to take every ounce of his dick.

“There you go, mage slut,” the Minotaur laughed as my pussy spasmed on his dick.

An orgasm exploded through me. I couldn’t believe how much cock was in me. I gasped and bucked, my flesh writhing, my head tossing. He let go of me, my tight pussy clinging to his cock, keeping me impaled on him as he swung around, my back arching, my legs spread about his thick waist.

“Pater’s cock!” I screamed as he turned, humping against him. I couldn’t help myself. He was in me. I needed to use my magic. I needed to focus. I struggled to rip at the ground with earth magic, to focus my powers, but that dick…

Amazing!

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Xandra

“Aren’t you a lush, young thing?” the Minotaur said to me, his voice thick with pleasure. Faoril spasmed naked, impaled on his cock, thrusting before him. The mage’s eyes were rolled back in her head. Such ecstasy moaned in her voice.

I backed up. “Chaun!”

My pussy clenched in excitement, envious of Faoril and the rapture flooding her. She had somehow taken every inch of his dick and was in ecstasy. But at the same time my cunt begged for that amazing shaft, I recoiled from his reaching hand.

“Chaun!”

“Xandra,” my husband cried as I was yanked up in the air and thrown over the Minotaur’s shoulder. My earth totem fell from my grip, bouncing on the stones as the Minotaur lumbered away, Faoril moaning in delight.

“Oh, yes,” the Minotaur said, his large hand rubbing my ass through my skirt. “I’ll enjoy you next, little thing. I can’t wait to hear an avian sing on my dick. I’ve never fucked one before.”

“No,” I squirmed. “Chaun, help!”

I stared at my husband. I needed him to save me. He grit his teeth, his fingers strumming on his lyre, abandoning his befuddlement song. He went for a new one, a peaceful song, not a lullaby, but something that made me want to stop squirming and fighting to escape the Minotaur’s hand pinning me to his shoulder.

No. I had to keep fighting. The music was aimed at the Minotaur. The monster shook his head bull-head, grunting. Was he affected by it?

Was this our chance? I had to do something. I had to get Thrak back in the fight. Xera was still effective. Her arrows hissed through air. One struck the Minotaur’s back right beneath me, the shaft snapping, the pieces clattering on the stone floor.

We needed magical weapons. Sophia had to be protected. I shifted, looking for her, and spotted her struggling to get up. My eyes widened. The Minotaur rushed at her. I screamed her name as I struggled harder.

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Acolyte Sophia

“Slata’s hairy cunt,” I groaned, sitting up. Xandra screamed my name as I shook my head. My ass hurt. I could still feel where the Minotaur’s grimy hand had pushed on my chest. He had touched my naked breasts.

Anger flared through me.

Then I saw Angela. She screamed in pain, Thrak’s ax lodged in her arm. She wrenched it from her flesh. I gagged, her arm twisted, bone poking through the wound. The splinters of her shield lay around her. She struggled to get up.

I had to help her.

“Hold on,” I said, rushing over to her. My breasts were still enchanted by her milk. Faoril moaned behind me in throaty pleasure. The poor thing was impaled on the Minotaur’s huge cock. She even sounded like it felt good. “Angela!”

I knelt over Angela. She stared into my eyes, her blue eyes glossy with pain. “My concubine.”

“I’m here, my Queen. Drink.”

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck me with that huge cock,” Faoril moaned behind me.

Angela’s lips latched onto my nipple. I sighed in delight, my back arching as she drank. Despite the fear beating through me, it felt wonderful to have my Queen nurse from my breast, my milk flooding into her mouth, healing her. I groaned, stroking her red hair.

“Get all better,” I told her. “And kick his ass. Someone has to—”

Darkness crashed over me.

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Knave Angela

“Sophia!” I screamed in rage as her body flew like a ragdoll. She landed in a limp heap, her pink dagger tumbling beside her, illuminating her face, eyes closed. The Minotaur stood over me, his fist clenched. He had punched her hard. “You monster.”

My arm was only half healed. But it was enough. I would kill him. I gained my feet, standing before the monster, blood dripping from my crippled left arm. I had strength again. Sophia’s healing milk had done enough.

“That was my concubine you hurt, beast!” I howled, pointing my sword at him.

He laughed at me, Faoril thrust before him. “Then come kill me. Just be careful that you don’t hurt your friends.”

Fear trembled through my anger. How could I fight him with Faoril thrusting before him. He moved so fast. What if my sword stroke hit her? Killed her?

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Chaun

I played the peaceful song, channeling the pleasant music at the Minotaur. He was a creature of war, so perhaps the soothing allure of peace would placate him.

Angela faced the monster, gripping her sword in her good arm. The Minotaur stumbled. He shook his head, snorting. Angela reacted, swinging fast and low, hacking at his knee. He moved too sluggishly. Her sword clipped his leg. Blood spurted and the beast bellowed.

My song was working.

“Yes, yes, Chaun,” Xandra said, pulling out another of her totems as she dangled over the monster’s shoulder. “That’s it.”

Air swirled before Xandra, forming into a vaguely human shape. The elemental shot at unconscious Sophia. Her pouch opened, and the whirlwind reached inside, pulling out a potion of healing.

The Minotaur drove Angela back with a punch from his free hand, Faoril swinging and gasping before him, her short hair whipping. I played with more confidence, my voice louder but at the same time more tranquil. My music echoed through the room as the potion drifted towards Thrak.

Smart.

I caught my wife’s eyes, nodding at her as she directed her air elemental to the stunned and bleeding orc.

“You,” the Minotaur howled, his bestial head whipping around to stare at me. His eyes burned. He shook his head, snorting. “Stop playing that damned song!”

Fear twisted my stomach as the Minotaur lowered his horns, his foot scraping across the ground like a bull about to charge.

I couldn’t flee. I had to keep playing, keep singing. I couldn’t let any emotion but peace play through my music. My heart pounded as I concentrated on the notes, on the perfection of my play my fingers plucking, strumming, the cadence of my voice, the pitch, the timbre.

I had to bring him down.

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Minx

I hurled the sticky bomb at the Minotaur as he charged at Chaun. Finally, I had a clear shot. No one was close to the beast, Angela having fallen back. The sticky bomb was the only one I could use. A lust bomb or a sleep bomb might hit my allies. We were already had enough of us incapacitated.

The air elemental hissed through the air as my bomb exploded at the Minotaur’s feet. White-brown foam whooshed around the charging beast, engulfing his feet, reaching up to his knees. He grunted, pitching forward.

“Oh, sweet Gods,” moaned Faoril, her naked tits bouncing as she slid several inches down his cock, the momentum almost popping her off it, but her pussy must have been wrapped tight about that dick.

The Minotaur snarled in rage. His horns swept back and forth. The whirling air uncorked the potion as it reached Thrak. My heart raced with triumph as I grinned. I edged towards Sophia and her glowing dagger. I should grab it, use it while he was distracted.

“I…will…not…surrender…” the Minotaur boomed. He lifted Xandra up, her sky-blue hair flying about her face, her hand gripping her wind totem.

The elemental poured the potion into Thrak’s mouth, enchanted breast milk spilling into his lips. But before it could finish dumping all the potion’s contents into his mouth, the Minotaur ripped the totem from Xandra’s hands.

The air elemental vanished.

The Minotaur threw her totem. The wood cracked into Chaun’s temple. He dropped like a marionette who had its strings cut. His lyre crashing on the ground beside him. Silence fell upon the room. The Minotaur bellowed in triumph and ripped at the foam trapping him, struggling to escape.
“Cernere’s nimble fingers,” I groaned.

The foam held him. For now.

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Xerathalasia

“Chaun,” Xandra cried out in shock, her body swinging in the Minotaur’s grip as he broke free of the foam.

The beast whirled around, swinging Faoril on his cock. The mage crashed into Angela. The knight, charging at the Minotaur’s back, screamed in pain, the mage striking her broken arm. She stumbled back, red hair flying, while Faoril moaned in orgasmic delight.

I drew an arrow. I had to hit him in the eye. It had to be a vulnerable spot. Everywhere else my unenchanted arrows had landed had done no damage. But the eyes had to be soft. They had to be vulnerable. I released my arrow as he turned his head. It hissed through the air.

And caught him in the eye.

The Minotaur bellowed in pain, his head snapping back. Blood streamed from the wound. Xandra screamed in fear, swung about with him, gripped in his hands. Her blue hair swept before him as I drew my last arrow.

He had one more eye.

“You elf-bitch!” he snarled.

I moved swiftly, aiming as I darted to my right. It was a tough skill to master, moving and shooting, but I had to stay in his blind spot as he whirled, struggling to track me. I had to time it just right. My heart beat so fast.

I drew in a breath.

I exhaled.

And fired.

My arrow flew towards his good eye and—

“Luben’s scared words!” Xandra screamed in pain.

My arrow quivered in the avian’s buttock, punching through her skirt as the Minotaur swept her before his face as a shield. He laughed as she squealed in pain, throwing her back over his shoulder. He stared at me, his remaining eye burning bright.

I drew my wooden dagger. Flashes of my wife cradling our newborn daughter shot through my eyes. A certainty settled on me. I would never see my daughter. I would never hold her. I gripped the wooden handle. My weapon would be as ineffective as Minx’s daggers.

But Angela was still in the fight. Thrak was recovering. I had to keep fighting. I agreed to this quest. I left the forest to travel with Angela. I would see it to the end.

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Knave Angela

I bellowed in rage as I swung at the Minotaur’s back, my broken arm throbbing. He whirled around. I yanked my blade back to keep from hitting poor, thrashing Faoril as she humped against his dick, oblivious to the battle. She made a perfect shield, thrusting before him, driving me back by her sheer presence. How could I hit him?

“You are a bastard,” I growled.

“I gave you the chance to walk away,” he said, Xandra’s legs kicking against his chest, her skirt soaking with her blood from the arrow wound. “But you wanted my heart, Sir Knight. You risked the lives of all your companions for something so pointless. So petty. You would kill me to remake some moldy artifact.”

“The High King’s Sword,” I spat.

He laughed. “So it is ambition, then. You wish to refound his empire. A woman.”
“I wish to kill the Dragon Dominari,” I snarled, “and finish my quest. Killing you is just a bonus. No more maidens sacrificed. No more city living in fear of you.”

“In fear of me?” He laughed. “I am trapped in here by my bitch of a mother.” He limped forward. Blood flowed down his leg.

I had hurt him once. I could do so again.

Xera darted in, moving with silent grace. Her wooden dagger slammed into the Minotaur’s knee, stabbing into the wound I gave the beast. His tough hide was already cut open. Her blade worked into his vulnerable flesh, cutting deeper into his muscles. He bellowed in pain, horns sweeping.
“Get back, Xera!” I cried as I swung my sword at his exposed side.

The horn gored Xera’s stomach. It punched deep into her as she tried to dance away. The horn ripped out, leaving a hole bigger than my fist through her guts. She collapsed as the Minotaur whirled around. My blade cut into his arm, striking bone.

He bellowed in pain.

“Yes!” I roared in anger as Xera writhed in agony on the ground, Minx darting to her. “That’s pain. That’s the agony you’ve inflicted on my friends.”

His foot kicked me in the stomach. My sword wrenched from my grip. Pain exploded as I landed on the ground. I coughed blood, clutching my belly. My sword clattered on a ground over one of the holes left by Xandra’s elementals ripping free of the floor.

“Damn this blade,” snarled the Minotaur. His foot came up and slammed down on my sword.

It snapped.

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Minx

“No, no, no,” I gasped, falling down beside Xera. I tried to cover her bleeding wound, but it was wider than my tiny hand. “Please, no.”

Her eyes were closed, her mouth open. Blood bubbled at the corners of her lips.

“You can’t die,” I cried, tears falling. “I love you, Xera. You can’t leave me. You’re the only one that can hunt me down when I steal the High King’s Sword. No one else can chase me. Just you. Please. Stay with me.”

I had to do something. Anything. My head snapped across the battlefield. A pink glow caught my attention. The dagger glowing by Sophia. It lit her face and her open pouch. A glass vial glittered in the mouth of her pouch, half pulled out by Xandra’s air elemental.

It was Xera’s only hope. I ran like every guard in Raratha chased me.

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Thrak

Consciousness shocked back into me. My mind worked again. I groaned, tasting the creamy flavor of breast milk on my lips. My head still pounded. My body still ached. It hurt to breathe. I had a broken rib.

Lying next to me, was a half-filled vial of breast milk. I groaned, snatching it, gulping down the rest of Sophia’s healing potion. The healing magic shocked through me. As I drank the full dose, the pain fled from my head. My breathing eased. My body vitalized.

Whole.

I threw the vial down. It shattered as I grunted, surveying the field. Metal snapped. Angela’s sword shattered by the Minotaur’s foot, the enchantment’s pink light snuffing out. Angela lay nearby clutching her belly in pain. Sophia was down, Xera gored, Faoril impaled on the monster’s cock, Chaun lying in an unconscious heap, Minx racing to the acolyte, and Xandra wailing as she was held in the Minotaur’s arms.

It was all on me. The rage beat at my mind, demanding to take over. It was the only way. I would have to seize the darkness. We were all dead if I didn’t.

We were all dead if I did.

I couldn’t fear the rage. I had to let it take over. I had to hope my friends would find the strength to subdue me somehow once I killed the Minotaur. He advanced on Angela as she lay gasping on the ground, blood streaming from his knee.

He was wounded.

I had a chance.

I bellowed my fury and let the rage take control. The urge to kill shot through me. The world became blood-tinged. I focused on the Minotaur and charged at him, hands clenching, eager to rip him limb from limb.

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Warlock Faoril

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned as I dangled from the Minotaur’s cock, vaguely aware of the battle. He stood over Angela. His foot planted on her chest. She screamed in pain. “Cum in me!”

“See, Sir Knight, how foolish this was,” the Minotaur groaned, his cock throbbing in me. “How utterly pointless! I will enjoy your cunt. You will scream in ecstasy as I take you just like this slut.”

“So good!” I moaned. “Pater’s cock, it’s good! Cum in me! I need it.”

Thrak bellowed in rage as something wonderful happened. The Minotaur snorted as his cock erupted into my cunt. My eyes snapped open. Hot spurts of jizz splashed against my innards. My pussy writhed in ecstasy as the force of his cum filled my snatch.

And then my body.

I shuddered as the demigod’s cum filled me with chaotic, powerful energy. I had never felt the like before. I had drank the cum of men, monsters, and even spirits. But this… This was something unique. Something amazing. The well of power thrusting through me banished the lust from my mind. I thought clearly as I heard Thrak charging across the battlefield.

He had raged. He had embraced the darkness.

All my magic had proven ineffectual against the Minotaur save the stones darts. And those thin slivers hardly did more than enrage him. But Thrak had embraced his rage. He was coming to kill the Minotaur.

And then the rest of us.

I would not let that happen. I laughed in delight as I sent out the life magic. The Minotaur whirled around, his cock still erupting into me, pumping me with so much power. And I hurtled it all at my orc’s mind.

I slammed into the bestial rage controlling his thoughts. It ran wild, unchained. Thrak was a small, whimpering child huddling in the corner compared to the rage. He could never constrain it on his own. Once the rage was loose of its bonds, there was no stopping it. All my attempt to chain it before had failed, to harness it to Thrak’s will. I was never strong enough.

That had changed. I had a demigod’s jizz pumping power through my body, and I slammed it into Thrak’s rage. The small, scared part of my orc lover, the part who feared his darkness, would finally have control.

I felt his thoughts as his rage howled in fury. Thrak’s true consciousness seized the golden power I gave him. For a moment, our minds merged and I sent him a message, words he once spoke to me after I rescued him from the imps: Doesn’t it feel amazing not to be afraid of who you are?

Yes, he roared in answer as he controlled his rage.

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Minx

I snatched the healing potion from Sophia and darted back for Xera. Thrak howled his fury as he reached the Minotaur. The orc’s eyes were wild. Every muscle in his body bulged. I didn’t care. I had to save the elf I loved. I could worry about Thrak trying to kill us all after that.

I fell to my knees besides Xera. I hoped I wasn’t too late. She couldn’t die. Not when I finally admitted what was in my heart. I loved her. I had grown so close to her the last few weeks. I enjoyed being with her. I missed her when she wasn’t around. She always brightened my day. No one else could catch me sneaking, thieving. Only her.

Only my elf.

I didn’t care that she was married. That she would never love me back. I just wanted to enjoy the time I could have with her. So I wouldn’t let her die. I ripped the cork free of the healing potion and lifted her limp head.

I dumped the milk into her mouth, my tears falling down on her face. “Please, come back to me, Xera. I love you.”

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Thrak

I trembled as I reached the Minotaur, my body coursing with berserker strength. And yet the bloodlust was under my control. It didn’t force me to attack with mindless rage, to keep hurting and killing until I collapsed in exhaustion. The urge to simply snap Faoril’s neck and then use her body as a weapon to bludgeon the Minotaur vanished as my hands seized her.

She gave me this gift. She had finally down it. I stared into her brown eyes as she thrashed on the Minotaur’s cock.

And wrenched her free. I pulled her to safety. His massive cock spilled out of her. It seemed impossible he could have even fit in her, but he had. The Minotaur laughed as I set Faoril on the ground and faced him.

His fist hurtled down at me.

“You should have attacked before I was ready,” he laughed.

I raised both my arms, crossing them before my face, and took his blow. It was powerful, driving me back a few steps. I didn’t feel the pain. I was beyond pain. I was only fury. Controlled fury. I laughed as he snorted in shock.

And kneed the tip of his dick.

The Minotaur howled in pain, stepping back. He let go of Xandra. She toppled to the ground and rolled across the stones, landing near Sophia. Her face, lit by the glow of Sophia’s pink dagger, contorted in pain as she grabbed the arrow sticking out of her rear.

“A berserker,” the Minotaur said, something like a smile crossing his bestial muzzle. “Finally, a challenge!”

I howled in fury and beat my chest. “Try and kill me! I am Thrak of the Red Eye Tribe! Breaker of orcs and men!”

His horns slashed down to gore me. I seized both ends, one sticky with blood. I gripped them, my muscles straining as I heaved, twisting, eager to break his neck. The Minotaur snorted, pushing back on me. My feet slid on the ground as I dug in.

“You think you have the strength to kill me?” laughed the Minotaur.

“Yes!” I snarled and twisted harder at his horns. They groaned, flexing. I would break his neck.

The Minotaur flicked his head, lifting me from the ground. I grunted, my body swinging towards him. I thrust my feet forward, planting them on his bleeding chest. I heaved, every muscle in my body straining as I fought to kill the demigod.

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Knave Angela

Thrak grunted and strained, holding the Minotaur’s horns as the demigod thrashed. Mighty fists struck Thrak in the side, brutal blows that the raging orc ignored. My entire body ached. But I wouldn’t give up. I couldn’t give up.

He hurt my concubine.

I shoved my hand into my pouch and pulled out a shard of the high king’s blade. The middle part I found in the heart of Mount Peritito. I gripped the adamantium blade in my hand. It hummed with remnants of power.

I crawled towards the Minotaur as it thrashed back and forth. I passed the shuddering Faoril. The Minotaur’s steps crashed him backwards towards Sophia. He would trample her by accident. I grit my teeth. “Gewin, give me strength to kill your foul son.”

The blessing Gewin’s priests gave me months ago in Secare still girded me. It would give me strength and endurance until my Quest’s completion. I crawled faster, the pain dulling, my heart thudding.

“You are puny, orc,” the Minotaur laughed, his fist crashing into Thrak’s side. I heard the crack of bones. Bruises darkened Thrak’s side.

“Hit me harder if you want to kill me,” bellowed Thrak, still heaving.

I passed Xandra gasping in pain, her tears pink diamonds in the glow of Sophia’s dagger. I crawled nearer, ignoring the pain. My teeth grit, I grunted and slashed. The shattered blade hissed through the air and cut into the Minotaur’s foot. It slided through the thick skin and sinew with ease.

“Bitch!” howled the Minotaur as he stumbled. His foot kicked out, cracking into my head. I tumbled, the world rolling around me.

I came to a rest, my body numb, my head lolling. The Minotaur crashed to his knees. Thrak still twisted, turning the Minotaur’s head, trying to snap the demigod’s neck. I groaned, the world swimming black as I fought to stay conscious. Blood dripped hot off my head.

“Kill him…Thrak…” I whispered.

The Minotaur bellowed and shoved his head forward. Thrak stumbled back, clutching the horns but loosing his footing. The Minotaur drove his horns down, pinning them to the ground on the other side of Thrak, snorting, bellowing.

No, one of the horns had gored through Thrak’s right arm, pinning him to the ground. The orc’s left hand seized the Minotaur’s muzzle, gripping it as the pair grappled, neither giving up. I tried to rise, to help, but a dizzy wave washed through my mind.

The world fuzzed into darkness.

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Xandra

Thrak bellowed as he struggled. The Minotaur loomed over him. The beasts back was to me. I had to do something. I couldn’t just lie here whimpering. Yes, I had an arrow in my butt, but others were hurt far worse than me. I was a part of them. I was one of them. As much as I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry, that wouldn’t save our lives.

I had to keep fighting.

I had to summon an elemental. My water totem lay fallen beside Sophia’s dagger. It must have tumbled out of my pouch when I was dropped. I lunged my hand out for it, grunting against the pain in my ass. My hand brushed the dagger as I reached for the totem to…

The dagger.

Enchanted.

Able to hurt him.

I seized the handle, glancing at the beast’s back. He was kneeling. I grit my teeth. My ass screamed in protest, the arrow shifting in my wound as I struggled to my feet. I took a grunting step forward, teeth grinding. Then another. And another. I gripped the dagger so tight in my hand. My vision fuzzed for a moment. I sucked in a breath.

I took another step, keeping my weight on my left leg.

The Minotaur ignored me as he sought to kill Thrak. They both grunted, bellowed, snorted, fighting for their lives. The muscles in the Minotaur’s swarthy back rippled as he struggled. I had a clear shot.

I plunged the glowing dagger into his kidney. He roared in pain.

“You can’t have me!” I screamed as I sawed the blade upward, cutting through his back like I was flaying open a beast returned by one of the tribe’s hunters. “I am Chaun’s wife!”

The Minotaur’s head snapped up. Thrak’s hands wrapped about his muzzle. There was a loud crack. A snap of bone as Thrak wrenched the Minotaur’s head sharply to the left. My heart thudded. The Minotaur went limp.

Dead.

He slumped forward. The world spun as Thrak rose. He stood over the carcass, over me. His rage-filled eyes fell on mine. Blood smeared his right arm. Bruises discolored both his sides. He stared at me, and I shivered, remembering the night he raged in the desert. How only my body had satiated him.

But…I didn’t want to break my vows to Chaun. Not this time. “Thrak,” I whimpered, my hand shaking. “P-please don’t hurt me.”

“I…won’t…” he snarled, shaking his head. His eyes closed. And then his body slumped. He fell to his knees, groaning in pain. When his eyes opened, the rage was gone. Tears fell down his cheeks. “She gave me control, Xandra. Control.”

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Xerathalasia

“I love you,” a distance voice called.

My eyes opened. Minx knelt over me, her tears falling on my face. A huge smile crossed her lips. Her sapphire eyes were liquid. She let out a sob and hugged me, her small arms around my neck as she sobbed.

“You’re okay,” she moaned over and over. “You’re okay.”

I love you…

My heart quickened as those three words echoed through my head. I turned my face, my lips sliding across her cheek. I kissed Minx hard on the lips, my arms holding her tight, pulling the halfling to me. I kissed her, loving the feel of her lips on mine, the warmth while those three words, her words, echoed through my mind and—

I was married. I had a wife. I had an elf I already loved. My stomach twisted with guilt. My heart beat faster. No, no, no, I couldn’t feel this. I wrenched my lips away from Minx, pushing her away from me. She fell backwards onto her ass, her feet popping up into the air, wiggling over her body.

“Xera?” she asked, her voice breaking.

“Sorry,” I said, looking away from her. “Sorry. I’m just…just dazed.”

“Of course,” she said. I heard her sit up. She put a hesitant hand on my shoulder.

It felt so wonderful there. My heart begged me to turn, to embrace her. Instead, I conjured my wife’s face. Atharilesia’s smiled at me in my memory, her belly curved with her pregnancy. She was the woman I loved. She was my wife. I changed the image, adding a leaf-swaddled baby held at her breasts. Our daughter.

“Xera?” Minx said.

“I’m fine,” I told her, looking around. The Minotaur lay dead beside a sobbing Thrak. He held Faoril too him. The mage shuddered, her thighs stained with cum and pussy juices, her body still quivering, face flushed. “We won.”

“What?” Minx said, sniffing. “I guess we did.”

“Come on,” I said, invigorated by the healing potion. “We have to get Sophia up. She has to heal everyone.”

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Chaun

My eyes fluttered open. I moaned, savoring the creamy flavor of milk. My eyes fluttered open. A small breast loomed before me, a hand clutching it, squeezing milk into my open mouth. Sophia leaned over me, her face smeared with blood, her robes stained.

“Sophia?” I blinked. “What happened?”

“The Minotaur brained you with my air totem,” Xandra said.

I turned my head. My wife smiled down at me, her hair lank, her face sweaty. Blood soaked her skirt. I gasped, sitting up, holding her. “Are you okay?”

“Fine, fine,” she laughed, her voice so sweet. “Xera shot me in the butt with an arrow.”

“You were the last one I healed,” Sophia said to me. “The least injured of the bunch.”

“Thanks,” I said, glancing around the room.

Minutes later, I stood watching Angela cut open the prone Minotaur’s chest with Sophia’s dagger, holding my wife tightly. Thrak and Faoril stood over Angela, the Mage holding the box she had prepared this afternoon. It was open, waiting to take the demigod’s heart and preserve it. Minx hovered near Xera as she picked up arrows she had fired, examining them. She discarded one, too damaged to reuse.

“We did it,” I said.

“Thanks to Xandra,” Sophia said. “Your wife stabbed the Minotaur in the back. Let Thrak break his neck.”

“Wow,” I said, turning to my wife.

She smiled at me. “I couldn’t run away. Not this time. We had to defeat him. I just wanted to lie on the ground, hold myself, and whine, but I couldn’t.”

Pride surged through me. I hugged my wife tight, holding her. We had one piece of the sword to find and then the dragon. It was almost over. The Haunted Forest and Drakin Castle would be easy compared to fighting the Minotaur.

“There,” Angela grunted. I looked up to see her drop the huge, bloody heart into the box. Faoril snapped it shut. Angela glanced at the demigod, her face sombre.

“We should go,” Faoril said. “We still have to make it out of the labyrinth. If we hurry, we might make it out before the way is shut.”

“Then I better masturbate,” Sophia said, shoving her hands between her thighs, her eyes closed, ignoring the fact I could see her fingers plunging into her shaved pussy’s depths. She didn’t care that I could see.

She must be as exhausted as I felt. The Minotaur was only a step on the path to Dominari, and he almost killed us.

Would we all survive Dominari? My arm tightened about my wife.

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Lady Delilah

The Labyrinth ground on. It would soon close. Kevin, the other knights, and the priestess of Slata still watched, waiting for Angela to emerge. Would she tonight? My stomach twisted as I circled in the cloudy sky above.

“It closes soon,” Mary said, the knight standing closest to Kevin. She was a passionate and daring warrior. I had trained her personally. I knew all the knights below. They were not supposed to be Angela’s enemies. They were to be her allies.

Once she had the sword, once she knew her destiny…

Everything had gone so wrong.

Kevin and Mary suddenly went still. They drew their blades, staring down at the Labyrinth’s entrance. The other knights fanned out. My heart thudded faster and faster. Light flickered in the tunnel, pink, the magic of Saphique.

Angela and her prophesied companions. And she would walk right into Kevin’s ambush.

As I debated attacking, a new figure entered the garden. An efreet strolled up, a pair of tulwars strapped to his back. I recognized him from the audience hall of the Doge of Raratha. Hakeem, the efreet bounty hunter hired to hunt Angela and her companions down.

Hakeem drew his blades as Angela appeared on the steps of the Labyrinth, her shield strapped to her back, her sword sheathed, and her hands clutching a wooden box smeared in blood.

The knights tensed. I watched.

To be continued…

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*Characters from “Round The Table”, “The Trip Ch. 1 The Babysitter” share common characters of the same name.

The Trip Ch. 2 the Graduate

By Jax_Teller

In the weeks after Miranda returned from her business trip, we employed Mary our baby sitter most weekends. Often during these weekends ended up much as did our first contact with her. Mary was getting close to graduation and there was talk of a party. Miranda and I both told her she’d be welcome to have the party at our place, and that we’d take care of everything and she could invite whomever she wanted.

Mary was thrilled with the idea and was only concerned about our children and who would take care of them. I told her that Miranda was taking them for a weekend with their Uncle Bear in Springfield. She said great then, and we took care of the planning. Everyone at the party would be considered adults and friends of Mary, thereby guests at our camp. As the weekend approached Mary seemed to be distant and although she was usually very open.

I saw something troubling her deeply and couldn’t let it go. An opportunity came up when I was driving her to get graduation pictures taken and I mentioned how sad she looked. She opened up to me and told me how her mother, Denise a friend of ours, was struggling financially and there were no funds available for her to go to college as Mary had been told. Denise told her that if she was going to live at home she’d have to pay rent and split the utilities, effectively becoming a roommate.

Mary told me that they were at odds, and in fact had been having arguments about the situation. Mary was a smart young woman and was focused on going to college and had worked at getting good grades to get into a good college. I consoled her and I let it drop for the time being.

Later that evening at bed time I talked with Miranda about the situation and she said that with her employer matching funds set aside for education, we were financially able to put Mary through a local college. Then she shocked me sort of, when she said that Mary could live with us, and take care of the children while she was away.

I was taken aback and excited at the same time. I thought about it for a second as Miranda went on about the benefits for Mary, and I readily agreed. Miranda said we could present it to Mary as a graduation gift. It was perfect, and I could see Miranda got the demented thoughts going through my heads, then said and we’d have our own live in babysitting slave girl.

Miranda said your cock is hard isn’t it. It was more of a statement than a question, and she moved her hand to my lap and began stroking my hard cock. She put her head in my lap and began licking and sucking my cock, tugging my balls tight and loosening briefly as her mouth hit the base of my cock.

Miranda liked rough sex on occasion and I grabbed her by the hair and fucked her mouth hard fast and as deep as I could until I blew my load in her throat. She told me she was on her period and tired so we cuddled and went to sleep. The next day I asked her if she was serious about Mary staying with us and she said yeah.

The next weekend Mary was over at our house again, and graduation was the next Saturday, and she was visibly disturbed. Miranda came to me while Mary was taking care of the children, and told me she planned on telling Mary about the gift. When the children were in bed Miranda and I sat down with Mary and Miranda started up the conversation.

She asked Mary if she liked being around us, and she said yes, I asked her if she had come up with a solution for her housing problem. She said no and in fact her mother Denise had told her that she had two months free after graduation and then she had to pay or get out. Miranda said well we have an idea; you move in with us and help out as you have been and we will pay your tuition.

Mary lit up and said “really?”, and we both responded yes. She hugged both of us at the same time and as we broke the embrace she tuned to Miranda and asked “what about the sex”? Miranda said “it is great”, joking, and then looked her deep in the eyes and said “yes honey, have sex whenever you want with whom-ever, just be safe outside of us”.

Then Miranda surprised me and pulled Mary close to her and kissed her lightly at first and then full on tongues twisting and turning and said “we love you honey”. That night the three of us made love for the first time, and Miranda participated as much as she could. When the sex act was over, Miranda led Mary to our bed and said “this is for you whenever you want” pulling her into our bed.

I went about preparing for the weekends’ graduation party while Miranda drove our three children to her brother Bear’s house. Mary called shortly after the ceremony and asked if she could pick anything up on her way out. I told her nothing and that I was ready. Four pickup trucks pulled in with just graduated 18 yr. olds most of them females, with a few very good looking guys. The guys were jocks for the most part and there was one stoner.

The young women quickly paired up with the guys they came with or wanted. I stood up and introduced everyone I knew; and told them that this place is a safe haven, My safe haven. Simply put don’t hurt anyone and don’t drive impaired. I went on to say that there are beds around the camp fire and there are 2 couches made into beds inside, the weather was good and the fire would be all night, so enjoy, be happy, and be safe.

Mary was not paired up with anyone and moved about her circle of friends and introduced a few of them to me personally. Miranda came in about an hour after the music was turned up and the party had begun. The temps were warm that summer afternoon and most everyone were wearing shorts and the girls had tee shirts or bikini tops. Mary had on a Bikini and was on her second beer when

Miranda came out of the house in thong, with no top on. Her body wasn’t tight like many of the teens but the guys were obviously turned on. One guy I found out later was the captain of the baseball team, came right up to Miranda and struck up a conversation. The talk about our place being clothing optional was making its rounds and although the guys were in favor of the girls getting naked, the guys weren’t taking the lead.

Mary left a couple of her friends, and walked over to Miranda and hugged her and kissed her deeply, lustfully. Miranda asked her if she was sure and Mary said “yeah I’m sure”. With that they held hands and moved over to the queen size matrice we had by the fire pit. There were some comments and a few deep breaths as Mary stood next to the bed and stripped to the music. As Mary lay down Miranda knelt on the edge of the matrice and put her face down into Mary’s pussy.

As the group moved around them, Miranda slid her thong off, lifting her knees to free the garment. Her bare shaved pussy was clearly glistening as she knelt between Mary’s thighs licking her pussy and inserted a finger in her pussy. It wasn’t long before a few of the young ladies were on their knees sucking cocks. About half of the people in camp were partially naked and or engaged in sexual behavior.

I watched for a few minutes and then I went inside to start cooking the meat for our dinner. I had beef steaks, very thick burgers and Italian sausage along with all the fixings. When I went back outside the beds were all filled some threesomes, some couples and a few still watching Mary and Miranda. I announced the food was ready and a couple of people went in to get some.

I went over to the bed where Mary and Miranda were and Mary was busy eating Miranda, Mary’s butt up in the air wide open and ready. I stepped out of my shorts and knelt down behind Mary and slipped my cock in her pussy. I kept a reasonably steady pace and Miranda asked to switch positions. I laid down on my back and Mary mounted me facing me. Miranda said she’d be right back.

I thought maybe she was hungry and went for food, but when she returned she had on a strap on cock that was black with leather straps. She knelt behind Mary and I felt a cold liquid gel lubricant and then the head of the cock as Miranda positioned it at Mary’s asshole. Miranda asked are you sure honey, and Mary replied yes mam’. Mary remained still as Miranda pushed the fake cock in.

I felt Mary tense at the entry and then relax, and I felt Miranda’s cock working in and out of her asshole. Mary began crying out loudly almost sobbing and then a sudden rush of wetness and Mary tensed as she came. Miranda pumped harder and faster and Mary shrieked and cried out as her orgasm intensified. Her pussy clenched and released milking my cock until I could take no more and I came in her, holding her tight to me as Miranda continued her assault.

Finely Mary collapsed on top of me and Miranda pulled her cock out of Mary and lay beside us. Mary slipped off me landing between Miranda and me. The few still watching us seemed to take that as the clue to move on. After a while I slipped away from them and went over to sit in a chair closer to the fire as it was now dark, and getting chilly.

There were two girls I could see in the reflections of the fire. They were wearing towels; it was at that point that I realized I had not put any clothing on. It wasn’t an issue other than my spent cock hanging down was now starting to get hard again noticing the girls looking at me. One of them Jazerah came over to where I was sitting and we began talking, mostly about our lifestyle that is the natural way.

We talked about it at length and the two girls seemed to enjoy the conversation. They thanked me for throwing the party and being so cool about stuff. I was feeling very old around them and well perverted too. I couldn’t help notice how tight their bodies were as they would get up to get a beer or go to the bathroom. Jazerah and Tiffany seemed very close and it really became a question in my mind, if they had come as a couple to the party.

Were they a couple during school too? My mind wandered taking in the possibilities, until Tiffany commented how hot it was watching my cock go in and out of Mary’s little cunt. My dick got hard so fast I immediately had to adjust myself, but there was no hiding it. Jazerah asked I would like to join them inside. I said yeah I‘d love to.

Once inside we went past the living room where there were a few naked bodies sprawled around the TV room. We kept on going through the house to the master bedroom. I lay on the bed on my back and Tiffany said to Jazerah mind if I go first? And Jazz said not one bit as long as she could pierce Tiffany’s cunt with my cock.

I felt my balls tingle at the way these two planned on using my cock. Tiffany mounted me just as Mary had earlier and Jazz took my cock in her mouth going most of the way down on it before releasing it and guiding it into Tiffany’s wet pussy. Tiffany pushed herself all the way down on my cock and then ground herself on to me making slight circles as she slid forward and back.

Jazz was busy rubbing my balls and then moved her finger to my asshole. She used the wetness dripping from Tiffany to push her way into me. I was in heaven; these two young women were working me like pros. Tiffany’s nipples were hard as rocks at pointing out at me as I took one in my hand and the other into my mouth. As tiffany leaned forward to allow me access, Jazz took my cock and jerked it around the base still in Tiffany’s pussy.

These girls were very comfortable with each other’s bodies. Jazz stopped touching tiffany and I for a second and I felt the loss until she said hi to Markus. I looked over and this guy was standing there watching us, completely naked and hard as a rock himself. He was hairless except for a short buzz cut on his head. He looked oiled up, glistening, and while he was obviously a man, he had an air of femininity.

He looked on as Tiffany continued to ride my cock. He made eye contact with me and asked if he could have a turn. Jazz said that would be so hot Mr. D. I said sure not knowing what exactly they had in mind, and Tiffany got off of me and Marcus moved next to the bed and said is this ok with you?

I said sure. He slid over me taking the same position as Tiffany and Jazz said can I guide you again? I said sure once again and she took my cock in hand in held it tight up to Markus’s asshole and he pushed back and down, sliding my cock in him. His hard cock lay right on my stomach as he began to work up and down on my cock.

Jazz stood on the bed facing Markus straddling both of us and held Markus’ head in position and pulled his mouth onto her pussy, arching herself to extend her pussy to meet his face. Tiffany slid her hand between us and I could feel her jerking his cock. Tiffany barked at Markus eat that pussy you little fag boy. He pulled away from her long enough to call her a cunt and went back to eating her pussy.

Their tone was playful, and yet had a very erotic edge to it. Jazz busy jerking his cock with one hand started spanking his ass cheeks with her other hand. I said I was getting close to coming and Tiffany turned around and lowered her dripping wet cunt onto my mouth, my nose fighting with her clit. Jazz pumped Markus’s cock faster and I started coming as he sat all the way down putting my seed deep in his bowels, his asshole clenching my cock as he came too.

Jazz let go and sat back fingering herself as if nothing could stop her until she shouted fuck yes and squirted come all over. Tiffany got down on her knees and lapped up the drops of come from Jazz as if she was dying of thirst. Jazz said get on your back honey, and Jazz got between her legs putting two fingers in Tiffany’s pussy and licked at her pussy.

It seemed like mere seconds had past and I didn’t even notice Marcus had got off me as we were now both standing bedside watching this beautiful young women pleasure her friend. Tiffany came like thunder; her hips rose and dropped, bucking her cunt into Jazz’s mouth. Tiffany yelled out of fuck yes, eat me lover. And she began squirting into Jazz’s mouth with such force that Jazz pulled back slightly, obviously taken back by just how hard Tiffany had come.

I said the shower could accommodate all of us if we wanted, and we all went in and washed each other up, slowly sensuously washing and then drying each other. It was a surprise for me to have had sex with Markus but it wasn’t my first time either.

The next morning I woke up early and prepared breakfast in a buffet style so everyone could eat when they were ready. I told the few that were up, that there was coffee, juice and food. As we sat and ate around the fire, I found out that Jazz and Tiffany were an “outted” gay couple, and that Markus knew them from some sort of meeting or group from school and that he floated between the different sects of student groups.

Mary came in with Miranda both still naked and sat at the counter. I noticed how wonderful their asses were as I passed by, and how lucky I was. A few of the couples had left after waking and there were only the six of us left by midmorning. Markus came over to where I was refilling the fire pit and making it ready for the rest of the afternoon and evening.

He asked if I remembered last night. I said yeah, that I was sober the entire last week. He said oh, as if surprised. He confided that he’d never been with a man or a foursome. He looked at me and asked, so was that your first time? I said no young man, it was great, but it wasn’t the first for me. He told me he’d done other stuff but that was the first time he’d had a man inside him that way.

I said thank you. He made a point of telling me that he’d been with tiffany and Jazz before but that he had wanted more. I told him he didn’t need to explain to me, just enjoy, there were no strings. He asked if later we could have some more fun, and I said guaranteed with a big smile. Marcus seemed more relaxed after that and much more social.

Miranda and the others came out and proceeded to lay out tanning taking turns rubbing oil on each other. Marcus and I joined them taking our clothes off too. Mary took the lotion over to Marcus and ran her hands all over him until she got to his cock and then she really worked him up to a hard on. Jazz and Tiffany both said hasn’t he got a nice cock?

Mary said sure does, and with that she lowered her head down and began sucking his cock in earnest. She stroked and tugged and twisted her hand on his meat, bobbing her head up and down, and he began thrusting his hips up to meet her and she held her mouth all the way down on his cock as he dumped his load in her throat. The girls all clapped and cheered as she licked him clean.

The End Ch. 2

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