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The next morning when their mother was in the bathroom to take a quick bath, Stuie snuck out nude and back to his own bedroom. He decided to wear the same outfit since Julie had at onetime suggested they would get a couple of loads of laundry done that afternoon. He would change into clean clothes then. At last, no more fights about who could use the washing machine and when. Now that they were on such familiar terms they would use those facilities at the same time. Just like with some girl friends, his jock straps would be spinning and agitating with sports bras and panties. For some reason, that closeness made him feel good inside.

As he dressed, his dick was jumping and swelling with the prospect of a new intimacy with his kid teen sister. But he was determined that this would not interfere with his obligation to help begin the day in household responsibilities. He heard his mother leave the bathroom and he quickly used it and left to trudge to the kitchen to help Julie with breakfast. After the meal, the truck was not very far down the drive when Julie got out of her seat and without saying a word, started to reach for hands full of his baggy clothes and wrench them all off of him. Before she had him completely stripped naked, he began to protest. “Oh please, sister goddess, I am still so tired, let me go back to your bed and we can sleep and cuddle some more before we get it on.”

She cast him a feigned stern look like he was a naughty little boy. “Not for more than an hour you weak human. Now take these clothes off me.”

Once again, in her room, both of them naked, and in her bed, her older brother resumed his soft melodious snoring almost instantly. Her friends at school had complained that fathers and brothers snored as if some aggresive wild animal had broken into the house, growling as if searching for prey. But Stuie snored in pleasing varied notes of low volume whistles. Her mother told her once it was the most beautiful noises she ever heard from a sleeping person. It started when he wasn’t much older than a baby. The pediatrician had given him a clean bill of health for sinuses, throat, bronchials, and ear canals and told the mother there was no need to be concerned unless it got much louder.

She dozed and then would sleep fitfully while he was out like a light the whole time. When she would awaken, as she just learned, more often than not his cock would be at attention even if the rest of him was not. If his dick was limp, it would just take a few caresses for it to swell and strain in full. She would try to shift him so that he was spooning her adjusted so that his big pulsing cock was pressed against her billowing little ass. It felt nice but not nearly so intense as what she wanted.

Finally, at just before noon she went back to the kitchen to make another pot of coffee. She brought back a mug of the steaming hot liquid for him. She awoke him and kissed him softly on the lips. She turned around abruptly and stuck her small but very round ass into his face. She reached back and spread her cheeks so that her little teen pucker was just inches from his eyes. “You see that hole, there? That is the one left your beautiful fat cock has not fucked yet. I want you to do that reeeeeeal soon.”

Her brother smiled and pulled the young teen into his lap, resting his head on her developing titties. He loved her being so horny and demanding about it. He thought this is the way all young boys should be introduced to sex. He propped himself and kissed her on the top of her head. “Let ‘s do this in the shower. I just want to make sure that everything is real slick and wet for the best opportunity for the best fit.”

“You’re the one who has done this before. You call the shots. Even if it hurts at first, I’m just dying to know what it feels like when you are pumping and stroking me back there.”

In the shower, they were like 2 dogs on the tub floor as the warm water cascaded over them. Stuie was limbering her up with the usual soap and fingers act at her little star fish and the rest of girlie-to-woman teen parts. But with one hand he was spreading her little ass crack so that he could push his face and mouth right against it. He was drilling the little bullseye with his tongue tip. She vocalized little approving teen squeals. Occasionally he would move his other hand away from her swollen girl parts to stick a finger or 2 about or into her pucker. He was testing to see how relaxed it was getting. When he finally figured that she was breeching real easy and the muscles there were not impulsively clenching against his digits too hard, he thought she might be ready.

Her ass was away from the spray of the water and he was able to lather up his impatient cock without it washing off right away. In later sessions when she was hot to get her ass fucked in the shower, she would be the one to lather up his cock. But he bent over her frame and said, “this dog has gotten so horny, I need to mount you now.”

“Oh, yes please. I think I am ready now. Mount me and fuck my little doggy ass.” Her little pucker was squirming almost frantically for more and more intense contact. Her labia were hanging down swollen with desire and anticipation. With his knee bent and crouching so as to just line up his cock head with the tiny opening, his strong hips thrust it forward shoving his cock head and another inch of his shaft through her barrier muscle.

The young teen let out a gasp. “God that is so fucking tight. It feels fabulous. Does it hurt you Julie?”

She let out a squeal before answering. “It hurts so great. I am getting used to it. There was a cramp when you first pushed it in. But its gone now. Move it slowly.” But he had the sense she was actually backing into it. “It feels better the deeper you go. Let me have all of it.” He confidenrly crammed it in up to the hilt and for the first time the teen felt the exquisite sensation of hot pulsing man meat slide up to invade into her bowels and beyond. She let out a little gasp and a squeal. It was wonderful to her to be filled and stuck like this in such a compromising way. It was if all a tormentor had to do was make a different sort of move and she would be torn asunder. “Ooooooo you can fuck me now. Please! Please!”

“You little fuck goddess, you’ve got a 2nd tight cunt – a little back door that makes my hard doggy cock feel real great.” He was pumping her slowly with long strokes, his cock head bumping beyond bowels into her not yet adult colon back to her quivering and hence pinching sphincter. He was in a commanding position hovering over her not unlike a wrestling stance, one hand clenching one side of her waist and her hip with a strong controlling grasp.

“Be a bad doggy and fuck my other cunt hard.” He picked up the pace and really slammed her with impact at the end of each forward stroke. She screamed out her little syncoptated squeals louder than he ever noticed before but not so that it seemed to hurt her. He started to stroke more slowly and with less force on the forward stroke. “Oh pleeeeeease don’t stop.” He picked up the pace again as before, this time reaching underneath her to fondle her girlie parts with pressured aggression. She was genuinely screeching with joy, now. “Oh! oooooooo, yes! Don’t stop! yes! oh! oh!”

“You’re bad doggie’s bitch is in heat.”

“Oh! oh! Don’t stop bad doggie!” But her legs were opening instinctively to give her pursuer more venue to her hungering sex organs. In the throes of his passions, the experienced brother still feared she may slip and he would fall on her and hurt her. He pulled her back astride him, both of them on their sides on the tub floor and more than just a little cramped for the lack of surface space, her upper leg propped by one his hands, porking her little back door at such a frantic pace she was discombobulated by all the stabs of extreme sensation, but it felt sensational to have her small young girl shit hole reamed and torn apart in the commotion. If he ever let up, she would be almost panicked by the diminishment of activity. “Oh! Oh! Oh pleeeeease dooon’t stop!”

But the cauldron of heated stimulation growing in all of the athlete’s lower torso was reaching its point of explosion. The pace of squishy tight friction on a healthy sex organ would have its inevitable consequence. By now, Julie was on top and riding her over-stimulated partner at a pace of near desperation, squealing and shrieking. “Oh bitch goddess, I can’t, . . . , I am going to, . . . . ., I am cumming.” He had grabbed her, impaling her as deep as he could and stopping her movement so that he could shoot squirts of his heated load as far up into her visceral guts as he could push into her. Julie savored every spurt, wiggled her ass to snuggle the softening guy meat that still installed itself in her, and relished the sensation of the liquid silk that sluiced from her hole once her brother’s organ went completely limp and slipped out.

“Oh bro, you’re such a beast of a dog. With that bang bang cock you got, you know how to work out all a girl’s holes. Now my girl cunt needs a workout.”

“Later Julie! You know how eager Mom is to have us finish looking over the workers’ quarters. We’ve got to finish washing and get on with it.” Still lounging on the floor of the tub together with the water from the shower head rushing down on them, the teen nestled her head in the crook of his arm.

In less than 30 minutes they finished washing each other in the shower, toweling off, dressing, and starting into the kitchen to make lunch. But Julie did an about face and walked briskly back to the bathroom. She returned to the kitchen about 10 minutes later with a vaguely sheepish expression on her pixie face “Ah, you may not want to go back in there for about another hour or so. Now I know what people mean when they talk about ‘fuck the shit out of you.’”

Her brother responded with his boyish devilish grin. “You took a nice healthy dump, huh? Glad to be of service.”

“Oh my first 2 periods, I could not do a good shit if my life depended on it.”

“You were constipated.”

“Yeah, but I just now learned what I could do about it if that ever happened again.” She patted the youth on his arm. “Yup! my brother could sort out that problem for me, alright.” Her brother cut a long noisy fart. “You pig! I should have saved a ripe one for you before I went to the bathroom.”

After lunch, walking on the way to the sleeping and living quarters, their discussions about their new founded intimacy continued. “Stuie, all this great fucking does not seem to have any effect on the awesome feelings in my ‘G’ spot.”

“Julie sweets, there are positions for that. We will try one tomorrow.” Another improvement in working outdoors deriving from the new closeness between the cross-gendered siblings was that the brother no longer felt the need to wander off to be more discreet for a decorum of peeing. It would be no different than if he were on a camping trip with men and boys. One day later that summer, Julie coaxed him so she could see just how far he can pee. He told her he could do better with a full bladder. For years prior to then, she repeatedly informed her brother she was glad she was female. In the act of relieving one’s bladder however, guys definitely had the advantage.

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The next morning, they eagerly showered thoroughly but expeditiously, Stuie observing once again his kid sister grope her diaphragm into her. After drying off, they pursued Stuie’s idea of gathering sofa cushions and pillows to place in a defined order on a dried and clean bathroom floor. The idea was to elevate the pair, so their supine activity could be reflected in the full length mirror on the bathroom door. Extra pillows were provided on either side of the comfy necks so that their backs and heads would be propped some. The idea was that Julie would be able to witness all the motions and movements of fucking in the mirror. Her brother’s back would be facing the mirror.

First they stood facing their reflection, after some open mouth kissing, the older youth stood behind his sister, his front warmly pressed to the young teen’s backside, his arms wrapped around so that he could paw and fondle all the young girl charms visible to both of them, with special focus on budding titties with their very hard nipples, and the swelling girl parts between her legs. When her moans and squeals signaled that she was ready, he seated her with her legs spread open, seated himself opposite her with his legs spread facing her front. He coaxed and encouraged her to move closer to him so that the backs of her knees and the lower ends of her thighs open in a ‘V’ were resting on the upper ends of his thighs practically up to his waist. His straining cock flinched a bounce triggered by its owner’s sight of her swollen, red, open lips, glistening with her teen syrup.

With 2 fingers from his right hand he bent the spring of the rigid root so that his cock could be manipulated forward to target her juicy teen hole. The young sister deduced the situation and pulled open her labia to stretch open the boundary of the hole to make the desired target even more available. With fingers of her other hand, she snatched the end of his cock so that it was pressured against the little entrance. It didn’t take much of a double thrust of his hips for Stuie to be tunneling inside his young sister up to at least an inch of his shaft. Reveling in the stretched and full feeling in the front, she slid forward to take more inches of him into her. He would pull back and then thrust his cock forward again. Immersed in the rhythm of delicious feelings, the teen suddenly realized she was not getting those usual hot sensations with what she thought was contact with her ‘G’ spot.

She shifted back without having her brother withdraw and held him at his hips to unspokenly direct his movements. Leaning forward, she had him slide himself to stroke forward by just a few inches, as if he were picking himself up off his seat just slightly. He did that twice. Bullseye! “Ooooo that feels so amazing. Fuck me like that.” The youth tried to retain just that position for rapid fucking. The teen was full of her squeaky squeals now. He had reached to fiddle her bulbous love button, but she pushed his hand aside to attend to it herself. The brother deliberately did not want to spend too much time to stroke into her into ejaculation, so he knew some ways to twist himself against her tight little convulsing fuck tunnel that sent electric heat to the root of his cock and trigger those dense hot spasms through all his own sex parts, feeling the warm spooge erupt through the male dilated canal to clash with his sister’s own assortment of fecund sauces and syrups. She had almost been screeching and her spread out legs on top of her own had been jumping around. He could not tell when her orgasm had started or just when it would completely end or if she had more than one.

They snuggled briefly and then set about cleaning each other off. But he did not want to disassemble their little love nest just yet. “Julie, now that we have the advantage of the full length mirror, I want you to show me and youself how you get yourself off.”

She gave her brother a big hug. “Thank God my brother is a dirty dog. What a cool idea. I guess I was always afraid Mom or you would walk in on me for me to try such a thing before.”

“I think I need to buy a mirror like that for your bedroom door. You could watch yourself then whether standing, seated, or lying back on your bed. Just like this morning, you could watch our reflection as we fuck, suck, or fool around.”

“I’ve got the best bro ever. He could come into my room whenever he wants when I am changing or reading one of those dirty magazines he gave me and he could watch himself jack off.”

The youth snickered and laughed his pleasing mirthful laugh. “That would be fun, but this morning is for you.” The young girl, still naked, quickly fingered herself to a deep climax thanks to the added stimulation of watching her own facial responses to the hot sensations of young girl pleasure. The most satisfying was to see the bright eyes of her brother glued to the mirror, evidently enchanted by all the manipulations of erotic female self manipulations.

When she settled down from her orgasm, the nude pair kissed lightly. “That was so hot sis. I hope you are varying your technique. No 2 girls are alike, but you ought to try many experiments. Let me take your hands and suggest another approach.”

He took her right hand brought it to her just developing little love hole and arranged it so she could see her first 2 fingers would be poking herself there. With her left, he placed it so that one or more fingers would be fondling her blooming clit, its hood, or the immediate surface thereabouts. “You see while you are working both those hot little parts at the same time, your other fingers could be tickling your lips, your soft graze, the little button your pee hole ends, the other flesh near the end of your hole. The back fingers from your right hand could even be running down your crotch and near your little bung hole. Whatever suits you at the time.”

“Ooooooo that feels so amazing.”

“Rachel used to get herself off that way lying on her back with her two legs practically climbing the wall that her bed was set up against in her dorm room. It was so hot to watch her doing that, I would practically climb the walls myself. I was always obedient and thoughtful, though. She would cum so hard, she would want me to cover her mouth so that other people on the dorm floor could not hear her moans and groans.”

As the young teen tried that technique, soon she resorted to just one hand with 2 fingers all about her enlivened parts. She was nearly breathless after climaxing again. “I am just too worn out for anymore of that today.”

“I know sis. I just think the happiest girls are the ones who practice so many different ways to play their own instrument.”

“Play their own instrument? How about guys who blow their own horns?”

“Oh, I haven’t tried that in a while.” His kid sister’s eyes suddenly widened and brightened. He wanted to dissuade her on this matter right away but could not stop himself from blushing deeply. “I can’t believe I just told you that. Julie, it doesn’t work. There is no point in trying to do that now.”

“Oh pleeeeeease show me that, whether it works or not.” She was jumping up and down in excitement and whining just as she had when she was a little girl.

“Maybe one day. There are no promises.”

“Oooooooh, I think that would be just about the best day of my life if you let me look at you trying to doing that. Why did you decide to try and blow yourself?”

“Julie, horny guys will try to do just about anything to get themselves off. We have cocks that can be made to cum and we have mouths with tongues that can lick and suck. Naturally we try to see if the 2 can meet. Very few guys can. I can’t. Now let’s clean up in here.”

As they cleaned and straightened the bathroom, and later dressed in clothes in the parlor they had laid out for themselves, the athletic youth noticed his kid sister cast curious looks his way. “Alright, we agreed I should never be embarrassed. What else did you wnat to know about me, Julie?”

The teens eyes wandered and she could only look him directly in the eye for brief seconds. “Well, it’s a couple of things that have to do with each other, I guess. You are a wrestler and I don’t mean those goofy guys on TV. In school, we learned that ancient men, especially in Greece, wrestled in public nude. But many of even the Greek married men had gay sex all the time.”

“Let me make this easy for you. First, you want to know if I have ever wrestled in the nude? Then you also want to know if I have ever taken on a gay lover or just enjoyed casual gay sex especially with any of the guys on my team?”

“Well something like that.”

“Julie, 1st nude wrestling now is sort of a fetish for some gay men, but not really str8 guys. But in answer to your question, I am going to tell you a story I have never told anyone else since most of what has happened to us over the last week is going to be strictly confidential.”

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“For a time, Anita’s best friend at school was a girl named Therese. They roomed for less than a year. She was the girlfriend of a team mate of mine named Julio. When Therese had her birthday in our sophomore year, she asked Julio for the gift of a performance. She wanted us to discreetly wrestle in the nude for a match that would only be witnessed between her and Anita. We agreed to a few ground rules of strict confidence.”

Stuie paused to try and get his chronology right. “There is something you need to know about Julio before I continue on. I don’t know about girls in their locker rooms and noticing each others tits and all, but str8 guys cannot help but notice that each others packages do not vary in size all that much. Yeah, we see some guys are small like little boys, but what really stands out are the guys who are hung much better than the average. Julio is so much more horse hung more than the rest of the team. We used to tease him that Therese would have to be taken to the hospital. Julio would be charged with assault and battery of a cervix. Of course, Julio would take the ribbing as some sort of a compliment.

Well, the night of Therese’s birthday, they had arranged the room so that all the furniture was moved to one side of the room and we guys would have 1/2 the floor space to compete. We kind of got into it with music and did our cute little strip teases before the event. The girls clapped and hooted. When we were both naked Therese paid me thoughtful compliments, but I could see Anita’s eyes were trained with obvious interest on Julio’s swaggering dangler. Well as we listed for the initial headlocks, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Therese was sneaking out a digital camera.”

Julie could see that her brother was upset with the recollection. “Well I immediately pulled away, pointing at the camera, reached for my jeans and my hooded sweat shirt to cover myself. Anita saw it before Therese could sneak it away and called her roommate a bitch. Her whole expression changed completely. The other 2 tried to laugh it off, claiming the pictures were only souvenirs for the 2 of them. I reminded them it was against the agreement and they laughed it off as sort of a ‘busted’ situation. Therese said we could relax and ordered Julio to get beers from the little fridge in the room. I started to relax and both of us guys naked in the room tried to coax the girls out of their clothes with a strip tease. Well, it turned out to be all tease and no strip.

Then, the girls started to clap and yelled, ‘do it! do it! showtime!’”

Stuie looked directly at his sister. “Well they wanted us to do what I did for you last week, not knowing the context, just I did not see you until it ended. The three of them had it all planned out. I did not know until the plan was to take place. Well I picked up my clothes and started to put some on. They protested. Well I told them THAT was not part of the agreement as well. They said ok, no showtime. The girls teasingly undressed what few clothes were on me and we continued to drink and party. Pretty soon after, the door opens and a pretty big crowd enters the room.

Well you know me, I don’t mind being social when naked, but I was still yelling out, ‘no cameras or phone cameras.’ Everyone laughed and said ‘no cameras.’ Well I started to relax again especially when all the girls there would come up to hug me and Julio. Someone did get a picture of me with a beer, wearing some stretched super loose tied necktie some dude had slung around my neck, and nothing else with some girls hanging off my shoulders. Of course my bare package is well centered in the picture.

Well of course, the picture was texted to many of the cell phones of people on campus, and then some. Everyone, both guys, gals, and even some faculty were nice and jovial about it. Remarks were like ‘wish I had been at the party. Love a guy who knows how to enjoy himself.’ I would tell people I was busted at what was supposed to be a small birthday party for my girl.”

This was not a casual recollection for Stuie. “I had meant to print out a copy of the picture and give it to you this summer. This fall, I will send you one. But what is important Julie, is that I was lucky. If it had been pictures of me wrestling nude with Julio, or worse a picture of Julio jacking off with me naked to one side, it would not have been nice. It would have ruined my college life and ended my education. . . . . . You have to be so careful.”

“And you are, Stuie. I trust you but people can be such assholes.”

“Don’t forget that. . . . But at any rate, let me tell you how the gay thing enters into this. I had a huge fight with Anita because I knew she wanted this as a pretext to see Julio nude, hard, and jacking off. Therese had been bragging and the 2 conspired in a way that she could verify all her roomie’s claims for herself. If I were there and participating, there would be nothing I could say.

After Anita and I broke up, I realized that there was more involved. Julio was always very friendly and jocular with me, talking about different girls. I was friendly but did not seek him out because we did not seem to have much in common outside of the team. I now realize he and Therese were very attracted to me and wanted to seek me out for sex. No doubt Julio, hung as he is, is what is in gay parlance called a ‘top’. He does the fucking. The fucked man is the ‘bottom’. They wanted my bottom so Julio could fuck me with his humongous horse cock, even if I am too sensitive there.”

The youth actually smiled at his kid sister, snickered, and winked. She smiled and hugged him again. “You are so sweet to tell me this story.”

“Just like yourself Julie, girls and women of all ages are becoming very curious about gay sex. I know girls at the schools are trying to encourage their boyfriends to experiment with it. I know one team mate who has done just that to please more than one girl friend he has had, and I have suspected one or two others. Therese was Anita’s lesbian lover on the side which was just fine with me. We even had 3-way phone sex one time. I never even suggested that they give me a show. I now realize that they would only be giving me a show, if me and Julio first had shown them how much of his beast cock I would submit to have nailed up my butt into my guts. I now realize this was Anita’s aim. It had become an important part of how we were going to relate and when it did not materialize, that is when things started to fall apart for us. Anita and I are still friends. I don’t know if her boyfriend now puts out for guys, Therese and Julio are no longer enrolled. I don’t know what happened to them.”

Stuie was frowning now. “I don’t know if you are old enough to really understand this. Of course I need girls for sex. Sexist as this may sound, I get so horny and I need them for physical satisfactions very urgently and passionately. But I really fall for these girls. I love them so much, more than they could ever realize. When I am dumped as Anita did me, it hurts in my chest so bad I wonder if I can survive. After Cheryl, that is the way I felt at the end of this semester. I was freaking and I was not sure I was up to taking my exams physically and emotionally. Cheryl realized I was in crisis.” Tears started to come to his eyes. “Even though we both knew it was the end, she rented a motel room and we studied together and would have sex after we both took our exams at the end of the day. She was so sweet, we would just hold each other.”

The youth looked his sister directly in the eye with all earnest seriousness. “What all this leads up to is that if Anita had been more subtle and sensitive about wanting me to experience sex with other guys, I honestly cannot say what could have happened. I honestly don’t know. I know Cheryl would have been very happy if I had said to her one day that I had enjoyed casual sex with another man. She would have wanted me to pursue it further. I cannot say for sure that there will never be a day when I have some kind of sex with a man.”

Julie was in tears now. “Stuie!”

“What is it kid?”

“If you ever have sex with a man or even make him your lover, I will always love you just as you are.”

“I know that Julie sweets. But even if I tried to take on a man as my exclusive lover and partner in physical intimacy, I would come to miss women so much, I would just go crazy.”

“Well maybe a gay man could teach you that thing I want you to show me. But if not, and even if you are never able to make yourself cum when you show me that, I will still love you just as you are.”

Stuie threw back his head in his mirthful laughter that Julie and their mother loves so. “Thank you, sis. No promises on that show.”

In the next chapter, will Julie get to see her brother suck himself?

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Mother and daughter enjoy the chauffeur

DRIVEN TO SEX
One Friday evening last summer, my fifteen year old daughter Lisa was with me in the pub waiting for her step father to come and pick me up. Steve works for a large car hire company and often manages to borrow a flash car for the weekend. Imagine our delight when we saw a shiny limousine pulled up outside the pub, complete with Steve in a chauffeur’s cap.
I was in a hurry for Lisa to leave now, so I could go off with Steve, but he had other ideas.
‘Come on girls, it’s time to go for a ride.’ Steve said.
Holding open the back door of the Limo, he told us both to get in. I was very excited and a bit worried as Steve drove us to the roof level of the main multi-story car park. He had often told me how much he fancied Lisa and I’m pretty sure it was jealousy alone that made me hold him off. At this time on a Friday evening the car park was nearly deserted and Steve parked the limo and quickly joined us in the spacious back. I wanted to let Lisa know who Steve belonged to, so I grabbed him and began to kiss him passionately. I offered no resistance as Steve unbuttoned the front of my dress and massaged my tits. In fact I felt an additional thrill at the thought that my young daughter was watching my lewd behaviour.
‘Mummy!’ Lisa said, blushing furiously. ‘Wouldn’t you like me to take a walk and leave you two in peace?’
‘Don’t leave sweetie,’ I said, ‘There’s something I want to show you.’
I pushed my tongue deeply into Steve’s mouth and squeezed the bulge in the front of his trousers. I saw out of the corner of my eye the shocked expression on Lisa’s face as Steve sucked and licked my nipples and pushed my dress up around my waist.
Then with a wicked grin in Lisa’s direction, I slowly unbuttoned Steve’s trousers and pulled down the zip. Lisa gasped at the sight of the erect, throbbing penis in my hand. It was over eight inches and so thick that my fingers did not fully curl round it.
‘What do you think of this sweetie?’ I asked lewdly.
‘Oh mummy! This is wicked,’ she said without taking her eyes off Steve’s throbbing cock.
‘You can touch it if want,’ said Steve. I nodded to her that it was okay.
Slowly and very hesitantly, Lisa slid to her knees and reached for the rampant cock. Then she took a deep breath and summoning up her courage and leaning forward she took the bulbous head into her mouth. Steve and I watched as Lisa slid her mouth down over the pulsing shaft and he groaned in ecstasy as her fingers cupped his balls and gently kneaded them. Then I joined Lisa on my knees and pushed my face into Steve’s groin, breathing in the erotic musk aroma. Lisa’s wet red lips slid slowly up and down, seeming reluctant to release the hard phallus until I tapped her on the shoulder, like someone at an excuse me dance.
‘My turn darling,’ I said.
As she reluctantly released Steve’s cock I slipped my mouth over it, feeling it twitch and jerk against my tongue. I slid my right hand up the back of Lisa’s skirt and squeezed her tight young buttocks. She flinched but didn’t resist, so I eased my fingers under the moist material of her panties and touched her pussy.
‘Mum! What are you doing?’ Then I pulled back and nodded to Lisa, indicating that she should mount Steve. She needed no second invitation. I helped her to slip out of her panties, and pulling her skirt up round her hips, she straddled Steve’s thighs while I positioned the bulging cock in readiness for her to slide onto it. I could see every detail of my little girl’s open cunt as it pouted in anticipation. I moved the head of Steve’s penis backwards and forwards along the wet, gaping hole, teasing the prominent clitoris that stood out hard and proud. Then the shaft was slowly consumed by Lisa’s hot, wet slit. She released a deep groan as she impaled herself. Steve was sucking first one nipple and then the other causing Lisa’s firm teats to grow large and red. Then she lifted up slowly, before sinking down once more with another loud moan. Lisa’s pink inner cunt-lips clasped around the base of Steve’s thick cock and her anus was pouting at me as Steve’s hands spread her buttocks. Leaning forward I flicked my tongue across the puckered hole, causing Lisa to gasp in delight. I licked again, and then again more rapidly, to the sound of her grateful moans and groans I licked and sucked furiously. My tongue probed my daughter’s tight arsehole before tracing its way around her wet cunt-lips that held Steve’s throbbing cock. This in turn led me down to Steve’s bulging scrotum. I licked and sucked his hard balls while my nose was pushing into Lisa’s anus. As I pulled back to get my breath, Lisa began to move rhythmically up and down on Steve’s rampant prick. Although I was feeling very randy, I also began to feel quite jealous. Lisa seemed to sense this and lifted herself off Steve and as I looked at his thick pulsing cock waiting for me, the jealousy quickly vanished and I climbed on to him and impaled myself. As I moved up and down, waves of hot pleasure shuddered through my aching cunt and Lisa was forgotten until I felt her fingers working underneath me. She found my aching clitoris and I squealed in ecstasy as my hard nubbin was gently strummed. Then the fingertips of Lisa’s other hand were stroking up and down in the cleft between my buttocks, raking across my pouting arsehole. Then I gave a moan of delight as she pushed her finger gently into the tight orifice. ‘Oh yes sweetie. Push it in!’ I groaned, as the finger was withdrawn and plunged back in.
Suddenly Lisa cried out. ‘Oh no! Look!’
Looking round I saw what they were looking at. Two young boys were standing a few feet from the limousine. They both had their cocks out and were furiously wanking as they watched me sliding up and down on Steve’s prick.
‘It’s okay girls,’ said Steve, ‘It’s only my little brother with one of his friends.’
‘Steve we must stop,’ I said.
‘Don’t be a spoilsport darling,’ Steve said thrusting up into me.
I couldn’t believe I was doing this, with the two boys watching but as I moved up and down on Steve’s cock, my lust had taken me over. It was clear that Lisa also wished to be part of the exhibition as she had spread herself on the rear-facing seat. Her legs were as wide apart as she could stretch them and she reached into her handbag and produced a silver vibrator. Soon she was moving the tip of the vibrator around her clitoris in small circles. I was mesmerised by the sight of Lisa’s wet, gaping cunt and I lifted myself off Steve and knelt between her legs. I gave one quick, nervous smile over my shoulder at the two boys, who were now right next to the car, before opening my mouth and clamping it over Lisa’s juicy crack. Then Steve was on his knees behind me sliding his cock into my dripping snatch. He began to fuck me with firm regular thrusts, as my mouth and tongue raked across Lisa’s swollen clitoris. Out of the corner of my eye I saw that the two boys were still watching and wanking. Then Steve got back onto the rear seat with Lisa straddling him and she sank onto his cock. I took the vibrator from Lisa and was about to slip it into my pussy but she said she had a better idea. ‘In my bottom mummy. Please! Stick it up my bum.’ She rode on Steve’s cock and her anus was pouting at me invitingly. So I pressed the pointed tip against the wrinkled hole and as she pushed her hips down, the first inch of the vibrator slipped easily inside. She moaned with each downward thrust as more of the silver tube was forced into her tight hole. I flicked the switch and as it began to buzz and vibrate I worked it round in small tight circles. Lisa howled with lust as she bounced up and down. ‘Yes mummy do it! Fuck me please.’ Her howling cries of ecstasy reverberated around the car’s interior and her body shook as she was consumed by a powerful and prolonged orgasm. I could also see that the two boys outside the car were wanking with increasing speed; the ecstatic expression on their faces told me that they too were close to coming. First one of the boys squirted a thick stream of spunk in our direction. Then his mate did the same and his prick shot out great jets of spunk that splattered against the car window.
When Lisa finally recovered and lifted herself off Steve, I was pleased to see that he was still fully erect. I lost no time in taking my daughter’s place and while Steve sucked my nipples and massaged my tits, I began to move on him in a steady rhythm. A series of exquisite spasms radiated from deep within the core of my pussy and then I felt a delightful sensation around my anal ring as Lisa skilfully applied the vibrator. I urged her to shove it up my arse as orgasmic spasms began to shudder through me. The gurgling groan that escaped from Steve, together with the powerful throbbing of his prick inside my cunt, warned that he too was about to come. Every element of my being was screaming with blissful pleasure as he squirted his hot juice into me and our simultaneous orgasms rocked us. As I slowly came down from my fantastic orgasmic high I could feel Lisa lapping up the spunk that was trickling out of my crack.
Steve pressed the button on the door and the window slid down. ‘Don’t go yet,’ he said to the two boys. ‘Get in here, there’s plenty of room. I’m sure these two randy ladies will soon get you hard again.’
The two boys didn’t need to be asked twice, and soon we began round two!

To be continued…

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Laura, a lesbian, has been blackmailed into a life of degradation and hypnotic conditioning to turn her into a submissive slut. Along the way she has contributed to the enslavement of other girls, including her conservative co-worker Katy…

Chapter 35
BITCH STORIES – KATY

Katy had been kicked out of her home when Alistair made her confess to her very Christian parents that she was both pregnant and a lesbian. Since then she had moved into his place, under his degrading conditions – at his house, she was not allowed to wear clothes, stand upright, or make any sound other than a cow-like “mooo”. At nights, she worked as a prostitute at the Pretty Titty alongside Alistair’s other fuckpets.

She may have been kicked out of home, but Alistair didn’t intend that to be the end of Katy’s humiliation in her old life. He specifically required that she attend her old church every Sunday, along with the other girls she had raped and blackmailed at his command, Paige, Elle, Rachael and Victoria. They were to dress in the same virginal Sunday dresses they had worn back when they thought they were normal girls, but without panties, of course. They were required to masturbate to the edge of orgasm before attending, and three of the five girls each week were given a vibrator which they were to keep buzzing in their twats throughout the service. All of them were given two litres of water to drink before attending and allowed nowhere near a toilet, partly to keep them self-conscious and in distress throughout the service, and partly to let them feel the humiliation, if they were unlucky, of wetting themselves in church surrounded by all their former friends and family.

The girls were lesbians now, for the purposes of their public interactions. Elle and Rachael attended as a couple, pretty girls holding hands, and they were instructed to exchange a long, passionate, sexual kiss in public before and after the service. Katy, visibly pregnant, her belly large and her tits beginning to swell with milk, was given the honour of having *two* girlfriends – Paige and Victoria – and the three girls were required to show off their lesbian affection for each other before entering the service, entwining tongues and nuzzling each other’s necks outside the church as scandalised parishioners watched.

All the girls could hear the whispers of those around them as they took their seats in the church – “sluts” – “harlots” – “whores”. It made them blush. With their cunts wet and their bladders full they didn’t feel like normal girls. They felt like dirty tramps. They wanted to hide, but they weren’t allowed to.

The girls would sit and listen to the sermon. This was where it was a blessing to be one of those chosen to have a vibrator, because the girls who did not were required to keep themselves dripping wet through the whole sermon. If they couldn’t think slutty enough thoughts to keep their cunts moist, then they had to surreptiously work their hands under their skirts and stroke their needy little clits without anyone noticing.

If they were unlucky, they would orgasm in public. desperately trying to stay silent and not shake as waves of pleasured shot out from their cunt. If they were very unlucky, they would wet themselves, flooding their seat with urine and feeling it pool on the floor around their feet. If they were *very* unlucky, they would wet themseleves and *then* cum, orgasming hard amongst the people who had once respected them while sitting in a pool of their own piss. It happened to all of the girls eventually, and they knew that they had surely forsaken their immortal souls because they were too weak to ignore the commands they had been given and the needy pulse of their cunts.

When Alistair heard their stories back at home and saw how devastating their slutty behaviour in church was for them, he had enormous fun taking their perceived blasphemy even further. He made the girls piss on Bibles, fuck themselves with crucifixes, and look at pictures of Jesus while he brought them to screaming slutty orgasms. Each new degradation further separated them from the “nice, good girls” they had thought they were and pushed them further into identifying as the rape-bitches he wanted them to be.

He had them seduce the parish priest, of course. That was a no brainer. The girls needed the experience of having the man they had once looked to for moral guidance rape them in front of the altar. And he succumbed to that temptation, of course – when the five girls waited until after the sermon and then approached him, undressing, baring their tits, pressing up against him, there was only so long he could resist. He had been fantasising about these girls when they were pure and virginal, and once they had become sluts and started kissing each other outside church they had been in his dreams every night. Once they offered themselves to him, he couldn’t say no.

He fucked each of the girls right there by the pulpit, sometimes cumming in their mouth, sometimes in their cunt, sometimes in their ass. He watched in delight as they would lick the cum from each other’s bodies. When they begged him to hit them, hurt them, drive the sluttiness from their bodies (as Alistair had told them to) he agreed without hesitation, and after that a good portion of each Sunday was spent with the girls having their breasts and pussies lashed with the priest’s strong leather belt while they cried and whimpered. And of course, when he discovered they were wetting themselves on his pews, he was quick to have them clean up their mess with their tongues.

The amount the girls were bringing in from prostitution by this stage was really quite substantial, and it was enough for Alistair to schedule a program of upgrades for the girls. One by one they each went into hospital, and one by one they each came out with beautiful fake F-cup tits straining against their old innocent dresses. Katy’s were the most expensive, as it was much harder to do without hurting the baby – and much more painful for Katy – but they managed it, and soon Katy had milk leaking from giant balloon-like whore tits. No effort had been made to make the breasts look natural – they were clearly boobs that were intended for pornography. The girls knew no-one would ever look at them again without assuming they had specifically chosen these breasts in order to increase the sexual pleasure of men.

Once Katy’s milk had come in, Alistair made sure that Katy was being milked more or less around the clock, even when she was dry. The more milk Katy expressed, the more she would produce, the bigger her tits would grow, the more they would be painfully full, and the more reliant Katy would be on being milked to relieve that pressure and pain. She wasn’t allowed to milk herself, of course – she always had to have someone else help her.

Alistair reserved for himself the pleasure of tugging hard on her tits each morning and night, enjoying her squeals of pain as he milked her into a bucket like a cow. The rest of the day, he had two of the other girls suck on Katy’s raw over-sensitive nipples, knowing that they would receive this treatment themselves when Alistair eventually got them pregnant. How Katy slept depended on how well she sucked Alistair’s cock before bed – if she did well, she was allowed to have an automated breast pump sucking painfully at her boobs all night. If she did poorly, he just left her all night, so that by the morning she was in awful pain, her tits full of milk, mooing desperately (for that was the only noise she was allowed to make at home) in the hopes of someone mercifully milking her.

If her mooing woke up Alistair, though, he had an extra punishment for her – rather than milking her with his hands, he would milk her with his belt, giving her thirty hard lashes of leather across the top of her agonisingly sensitive swollen tits, milk squirting from her nipples on each hit, and then wrapping the belt brutally tight around the base of each tit and pulling downwards, working her breast like a tube of toothpaste.

She would be in such agony by the end of this process that she didn’t know what she was saying, and would happily agree to thank him for the pain, to drink his morning piss, and even beg for another twenty lashes of the belt across her stupid cunt.

The other girls were terrified by this treatment of Katy, so Alistair made a point of making them watch and masturbate each day as he did this to the little Christian slut, making them complicit in her torture, so they would remember orgasming as he hurt their friend, so they would associate her pain and abuse with their sexual arousal.

He almost ejaculated on the spot the day that pure, innocent Paige approached him on a morning where Katy’s mooing had been particularly loud, and asked him if she could hurt Katy instead today. He conceded, and watched with delight as the beautiful blonde enthusiastically whipped Katy’s fuckmelons with the belt, squeezed them while Katy moaned, and then visibly orgasmed when Katy finally burst into degraded tears. He congratulated Paige and told her what a good slut she was, and smirked as part of her visibly beamed with pride despite herself. Then he pissed into Katy’s mouth, made her hold it rather than swallow, and had the two girls kiss, passing the piss back and forth in their mouth as they masturbated until both girls had orgasmed.

(To be continued…)

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The Logans are back at their home when Mr. Logan has his own ghostly encounter. Later on Ashley’s new friend come over as they go off into the woods and began to discover their true feelings.

A Ghostly Haunting
Chapter Six
by Simon Fear

Mrs. Logan and her daughter Ashley slumped on the fold out bed/couch after Mr. Logan had brought them home. They were very tired as they had not gotten much sleep. As soon as they had lain down they had fallen asleep so Mr. Logan decided to look around the house himself. Every light was on as the officer that night had not turned them off. He first started in the kitchen and looked around. Mrs. Logan’s towel was laying right in the middle of the floor where the Detective had said the police had found it. He looked at it, but could not find a torn spot in from where a nail had snagged it. Maybe something else had snagged it then. He then checked the two light fixtures in the kitchen. There were three bulbs in each fixture and all were shining brightly. There might be a short in the wiring itself to cause all six bulbs not to work. He then checked the bathroom. The floor was not wet, but even if there had been urine on it, it would have dried up, however it would have left a smell and there was none. That was the strangest part about it. How could his wife continued to pee for almost 30 minutes. That would have to be several gallons. He wasn’t sure how much a bladder could hold, but he knew it would not be enough to pee for 30 minutes straight with no stopping.

He then checked throughout the rest of the house. When he was up in his room, he noticed that his closet door was open, and the blue box that had his wife’s sex toys in it was empty. The detective had made sure to get them. “Probably wind up fucking herself with them the bitch,” he muttered. He turned off the light and then went back downstairs. He looked at his wife and daughter sleeping so soundly. There was no way his wife would such a thing. They both loved their daughter dearly and wanted to protect her. That was why they had moved out here. “A lot of good that did. Ashley almost got raped anyway, and right in our own home.” He then heard the crunch of gravel as several vehicles pulled into his drive. He looked out the window and the workers who were setting up their pool. Then he thought of something, “What if one of those guys did it, what if one had stayed behind knowing there were only women here. I bet one of them got inside and waited. Hell you can shut a door when it’s locked. There aren’t any deadbolts on the doors. Well that will change.” He walked outside and met the foreman, “Mr. Anders.” The man looked up from his charts, “Ah Mr. Logan good morning, I didn’t think you would here today. You had told you were leaving the city sometime this evening.” Mr. Logan nodded, “That was the plan, but someone broke in my home and gave my wife and daughter a scare.” Mr. Anders looked shock, “Oh dear are they ok?” Mr. Logan thought it best to leave the rape part out, “They are fine now, but very asleep, they didn’t get much last night, so I was wondering if maybe we could postpone today, and you guys come back tomorrow, let these gentleman have a day off. I will stay pay as if you guys had been here working.” Mr. Anders nodded, “Quite understandable. Sure we can do that. I bet the guy would like to have a day off anyway.” Mr. Anders then folded up his charts and told everyone to take the day off. When they had all left, Mr. Logan went back in and got the card of the Sergeant number and called him. He explained his thought on the working guys. The Sgt. agreed and said he would look into the records of all of them.” Mr. Logan then hung up and decided to get in the shower.

Up in his room he stripped naked. Mr. Logan was had a slight build, he regularly worked out in the gym to keep up his shape. He didn’t want to be buff, but at least remain attractive to his wife. She was a beautiful woman when in her late teens, when he met, and even more beautiful today. She kept her figure small and petite. Even though she was only 40 she still looked like she was in her late 20’s. Thinking of her naked body, and her firm c-cup tits, got him horny, and he felt his dick begin to harden. Mr. Logan was not small by any means. When limped his penis was at least 4 inches, and when hardned he was at 10 1/2 inches long and three inches thick. He knew because his wife had measured it. He reached down with his hand and stroked his dick for a minute. He hadn’t had sex for about a week, because of the move, so he was usually jacking off. But going without sex for a length of time was unusual. He and his wife usually had sex at least once a day sometimes 3 times a day. He knew that a lot of married people after 20 years didn’t have much of a sex life. He and his wife never let their sex life die down. That was why they had bought the sex toys a few years back. Whenever he was fucking her he would take one of her dildos and slide into her ass, or if he was fucking her ass, he would slide into her pussy. This always drove wild. And whenever he was spent he would kiss and fondle her, and use her toys on her, and give her a few more orgasm, before they were both exhausted. Sometimes she would perform for him, sitting on their bed, spread open, and fucking herself with a dildo while he sat back and watched, stroking his own dick. Once they had even gone so far as to let her fuck him the ass with one of her dildos. Once was enough. While she might like in the ass, he did not, but she had wanted to try something new.

He took his hand off his dick and jumped in the shower. He liked his water steaming hot. He lathered his body, and his dick, and then feeling the slickness of his soapy dick he began stroking it again. “MMMMM, baby, I sure wish you were in here right now.” He rinsed off, then began shampooing his hair when he heard the bathroom door open. He looked the steamy glass and saw the blurred form of his naked wife. “Just in time honey, I was hoping you would wake up. He began washing the shampoo out of his hair, having to close his eyes. He heard his wife get in the shower with him, then to his wonder he felt her begin to rub his dick. With soap still in his face he couldn’t open his so he just leaned back against the shower wall as his wife continued jack off his dick, sometime massaging the tip with her thumb. “MMMM baby, that feel real nice.” His wife then let go of his dick and he heard her moving in the shower then next thing he felt was her mouth going over his hard member. “Ahhhhh fuck yes, baby ohh you were always good at giving head.” He put his hand on her head as she continued to suck on, taking his member as deep into her throat as possible. “OOOOhhhh shit honey, if you keep that up I’m gonna be cumming in your mouth.” He slid his fingers into her wet hair as she kept sucking on him. Mr. Logan could feel his orgasm building. “OHHHhh God that feels soooo gooood. I’m almost there” His wife shove his dick as far as would go into her throat sliding her tongue all around it. “UGGghhhh fuck ohhhh shit I’mm cumming baby, ugggghhhhhh!” Mr. Logan’s dick pulse and throbbed as his jizz shot out and into his wife’s throat. “UUgghhhhh fuck baby ooooohhhh fuck yeesssss.” He held her head as close as he dared to with out suffacating her, as his balls drained themselves. Finally spent he withdrew his dick from his wife’s mouth. “AAhhh God baby that was awesome. What brought this on?”

When she didn’t he started washing the shampoo out of his hair when he felt bare ass pressed up against his still hardened dick. He felt his dick slip up between her wet ass cheeks. She felt very cold. “No wonder you jumped in here with baby, your cold as ice.” She started moving her ass up and down causing his dick to slide between her ass cheeks. “MMMM baby you still want more I see. So is it pussy or ass this time?” He felt her hand grasped his dick and place it at her pussy, the head of dick slipping between the folds of her pussy lips. “MMMMM pussy I see, my favorite.” Grasping her ass cheeks with his hands he slowly pulled her ass into him, causing his dick to slide into her moist pussy. Shocking her inside was cold too. “God baby you must freezing. Well this ought to warm you up.” With that he started to slowly thrust his cock in and out of pussy. He could hear the slurping noises cause by his dick going into her pussy. She was very tight. “Damn baby, no sex for a week, and you feel as tight as the day when we first had sex.” He head went under the stream of water again ands he held it there as his wife continued to thrust her ass back and forth over his dick. “MMMMM shit baby, this is so hot. Been a while since we had shower sex.” The tightness of his wife’s pussy was bring him close to another orgasm quickly.

When he finally got the soap out of his faces her open his to stare at his wife beautiful pale ass. Because she was red head her skin had always been pale with a pinkish tint. Same as his youngest daughter Ashley whom he had seen in swimsuits. The steam made her skin seem just a little bit paler. With the heavy steam in the shower his vision was blurry also, but her ass bent over looked sexy as hell. She also looked a little bit smaller but he took it for the steam. Then using his thumb he slowly pressed it against her exposed anus and putting a little pressure down his thumb slipped in as she relaxed her sphincter muscles. He heard her squeal a little bit and then moan. He started thrusting harder, pounding her pussy as his balls slapped her skin. She met his thrust pushing back, and moaning louder she reach back with her hand feeling his thighs as he slid his thumb deeper into ass. She moaned out and then her body trembled as he felt her orgasm hit, her pussy muscle’s clamping around his dick. This threw him overboard as he squeezed his eye, he began shooting his thick white load into her pussy, “UUGGgghhh fuck baby, yeesssss I’mm cummmming, ugghhhhhh fuck yessss.” His wife’s body spasmed as her orgasm continued to flow, her slight moan filling the shower, he thrust hard one last squeezing the last drop of his jizz into her pussy.

Finally spent he leaned back and felt his dick slide out of his wife’s pussy. “Wiping the water out his eyes he reach to touch his wife, “Damn baby that was sexy…” He couldn’t feel her. He open his eyes and saw…only steam from the hot water. He slid open the shower door and looked into the bathroom. She wasn’t in here. He hadn’t heard the shower door open up nor the bathroom door. Where had she gone. He turned off the water and stepped out wrapping a towel around his mid section. The bathroom was also steamy, but he could tell she wasn’t in there. He open the door into his room, “Lisa babe, are you out here?” No one there. He looked back into the bathroom. Only his towel was missing from the stack of towels on the shelf. Did she just out butt naked. It was pretty chilly in his room too. “Ahh”, he thought, “She’s is playing hide and seek with me.” He walked to the closet and threw open the door. Nothing there but clothes. He then walked around to the other side of the bed. Nope she wasn’t crouch down there either. His office. He open his bedroom and peared out, no one on the landing. Good, he quickly slipped down the hallway to his office and walked in. She wasn’t in sight. Look in this closet. Nothing but boxes. Behind the desk, nope, under it nope. Where did she go. Perplexed he walked back into his room and pulled on his boxers then his kahki pants. Then slipping on a pair of socks and a maroom t-shirt he walked out and went down the flight of stairs.

When he got to the second landing he went to his daughter’s room, no one there. Her bathroom door stood wide open and he couldn’t anyone in there either. He walked down to the second bedroom and opened that door. Just boxes and Ashley’s desk and the spare bed. He then walked down the rest of the stair and into the entry room. Then going into the hallway he peered into the kitchen. Nope. He walked on further down the hall and looked into the living room. There she was, still dressed as she had been, curled up next to their daughter sleeping. “Ah she’s playing with me. She must have left her clothes on the stairs and quickly got dressed and ran back down here.” He walked and sat down beside his beautiful wife. Reaching out with his hand her stroked her hair then stopped. Her hair was bone dry. It should still be wet. There was no way for it to dry that fast. Suddenly a fear came over as her looked over his daughter. Surely not her, she would not do that, yet she did look a lot like her mom, and she was smaller in build. He reached out and touched her hair. Dry. So it wasn’t her. Then who the hell did he just have sex with. The touch of her dad’s hand on her head roused Ashley. She peered up through blurry eyes, “Oh hey daddy, what time is it?” Mr. Logan looked at his watch. “It’s a quarter to noon sweety. Are you rested?” She sat up which roused her mom. Ashley yawned then looked around. “So what’s for lunch?” Mrs. Logan let out a laugh, “You know your father can’t cook baby. He can barely make a sandwich for himself. That’s why he needs me.” Mr. Logan pinched his wife’s ass making her squeal. “Ohh what did you do that for?” she said laughing. Mr. Logan laughed, “I know I can’t cook, but you needn’t say that in front of our daughter. I’m supposed to be superman who can do anything.”

Ashley laughed hitting her dad with a pillow, “I’ve known you couldn’t cook for several years now, when you burnt that fried chicken.” Mrs. Logan got up, “Well since superman can do anything except cook, I guess I had better make us something, I am starving.” Mr. Logan tried hitting his wife with the pillow his daughter had thrown at him, but his wife ducked and he got hit with another pillow from his daughter. Ashley ran out of the room laughing and screaming as he threw the pillow back at her, then laughed himself. Looking at his wife he smiled, “It sure is good to have our fun daughter back. I’ve missed her.” Mrs. Logan smiled, “Me too, you should have been here last night, we had so fun…” Her face clouded over as the memory of the horrible events came back, and she started crying. Mr. Logan pulled his wife into his arms, “There, there baby, its over and it won’t happen again. I’m getting the best alarm system put in, and some outside camera’a installed. I’m also going to have a locksmith come out and install some dead bolts and change the old locks out.” Mrs. Logan gulped, “I know honey, but I was so hoping it was just a dream, a nightmare, then it all came back and I knew it had happened. That pervert tried raping our baby.” Mr. Logan rocked his wife, “We’ll protect her sweety, it won’t happen again.” Mrs. Logan looked up, “I love you, you know that.” Mr. Logan smiled, “I know baby, I love you too.” Then they began kissing until they heard Ashley, “EEWWW don’t do that in here, get a room.” Laughing Mrs. Logan tossed a pillow at her daughter, “We’re married we can kiss wherever we want.” With that she began kissing her husband until a pillow hit both of them, then Ashley ran out laughing as her parents threw pillows back at her.

It was nearing 1:30 PM when a knock came on the front door. Mrs. Logan walked answered it. “Well hello Vicky, come on in.” Mrs. Logan stepped out the way to let Vicky walked in. Mrs. Logan could not help but stare at the young that had just walked in. She was wearing a red bikini top, one that almost covered her tits, except for a little roundness of skin showing at the sides, and a pair of cut off jean short, not nearly as short as Ashley’s but short enough and a pair of sneakers. Her long straight black shimered in the sun light, and blew easily in the window. Her stomach was smooth and tight and even though her skin was fair, she had a slight tan. She was also wearing a pair of shades, which when she removed her sparkling blue eyes shown. Mrs. Logan had no problem admiring this striking young teen as it was not her daughter. Oh if only she were young again. Mrs. Logan shut the door and escorted Vicky into the kitchen. “Thanks Mrs. L. Wow I really love what you guys have done with the place in such short time. It’s so lively, takes the gloom out of the old place.” Mrs. Logan and pulled a chair out for Vicky, “Thank you so much, we still have a lot work to do though to make it feel more like home. It’s so big considering what we did have in the city.” Vicky sat down as Mrs. Logan went to the fridge, “Would you like something to drink, we have coke, Mt. Dew, Dr. Pepper, milk or tee.” Vicky looked over, “Dr. Pepper if its alright, that’s my favorite.” Mrs. Logan bent over to grab a can, “That’s Ashley’s favorite too.” Vicky could not help but stare at Mrs. Logan’s firm ass through her kahki shorts. Ashley deffinatly got her sexy from her mom. Mrs. Logan grabbed a glass and put some ice in it, and then handed it to Vicky, “Sorry I should have asked if you wanted ice, I’m so use to Ashley drinking it like that, want take it straight from the can.” Mrs. Logan sat down across from Vicky. Vicky smiled opening the can and poured the soda into her glass, “Same with me, I think it’s too strong straight out.”

Mrs. Logan smiled, “You two girls are so much alike. Ashley is lucky to have you for a friend.” Vicky smiled, with a slight blush, “I think I’m the lucky one, she is so sweet and friendly. I believe she will fit in at school.” Mrs. Logan took a sip from her Mt. Dew, “So what brings you by here?” Vicky sat her glass down, “I finally got some free time and thought I would come over to check on you guys. I was so worried when Daddy told me the news about what happened last night.” Mrs. Logan’s face pained a little bit, but then she relaxed. Vicky noticed it, “I’m so sorry Mrs. Logan, I can’t even begin to realize what this must had done to you or Ashley.” Mrs. Logan smiled, “It’s ok, it will take some time but we will manage. To think we moved out here to get away from that possibility, and here it almost happened.” Mrs. Logan looked away, “How did your dad know about it so quickly?” Vicky took another sip, “He has a scanner in his truck, office and at home. Almost everyone in town does. When something big happens almost everyone know about that very day. And if they don‘t have one, they will hear about the next day from those who do.” Mrs. Logan looked at Vicky, “Does things like this happen often in this small town?” Vicky paused, “Do you mean rapes?” Mrs. Logan nodded. Vicky looked down, “Very rarely, almost everyone here knows each other, so they keep an eye on each other. But there are those few times, and usually it happens right here on this property.”

Mrs. Logan looked thoughtful, “Tell me something and please be honest, what do you think is the cause for our home being such dreadful blemish on this town.” Vicky looked Mrs. Logan in the eye, “You will think me a silly little girl if I told you my belief.” Mrs. Logan leaned across the table and took Vicky‘s hands into her own, “No I won‘t, I just need to know what I should prepare against if this should happen again.” Vicky looked up, “I will tell you, there are two theories as to why all these things happen here. One is that there is guy who lives out in the woods somewhere deep, and preys on the women who move into this house, specially young girls like myself or Ashley. But that doesn‘t add up because these thing have been going on for almost 200 years. There are old newspapers in the town library full of reports from this place. So unless this guy has passed down his heritage of preying on girls to his siblings then that can‘t be the case. The other is, well a ghost, of the man who built this house. Most of the townspeople believe in the later, and so do I.” Mrs. Logan looked into the teen‘s eyes, but saw no deceit from them, “I was afraid you were going to say that. I would have rather it had been a man, someone I could fight if he broke in again. How do you fight a ghost?” Mrs. Logan leaned back and looked away. “I don‘t believe in ghost, not yet anyway, but I feel I am the verge of believing.” She looked back at Vicky, “Forgive, I have been unloading a mother’s worry on you.” Mrs. Logan got up, “Ashley is out back with her dad looking over the pool if you want to join them, I need to finish these dishes.” Mrs. Logan began washing a plate when she felt a hand on hers, she looked over and saw Vicky staring at her, then Vicky took the plate and began rinsing it, putting it in the drain rack. “It’s no problem Mrs. L. If you ever need someone to just talk to, I’m here. My mom left me when I was just 5, so it has been just me and dad. I wish I could have had a mom to worry about me. Ashley is very lucky to have you.” Mrs. Logan stared at Vicky, this young girl, hardly any older than her daughter yet so mature. Mrs. didn’t realize what she was doing till she had embraced Vicky hugging her tightly. Vicky surprised by this sudden movement realized she enjoyed being hugged by a mom, and returned the hug. Then when they broke, Vicky continued to help Mrs. Logan finish the dishes.

A short while late Mrs. Logan and Vicky walked out the backdoor where Mr. Logan and Ashley were. Both had baseball glove and were tossing a ball back and forth. Ashley saw Vicky and waved running over to her. “Hey Vicky I was hoping to see you again.” Vicky smiled, “I just couldn’t stay away.” Mrs. Logan had her arms folded across her chest staring her husband. Mr. Logan seeing began looking around acting like he didn’t noticed. “I thought you guys were just coming out to check on the pool, and here I am washing dishes, and I come out and your playing catch, and didn’t even invite me.” She tried to sound, but a smile was forming on her lips. Mr. Logan looked sheepish, “Couldn’t resist hun, found one of our boxes out here with our glove, just had to tossed a few.” He threw the ball at Ashley who caught easily. Vicky looked empressed, “I didn’t know you could catch.” Ashley smiled tossing the ball back to her dad, “I play softball.” I’m actually a pitcher. I prefer to pitch over but in softball got to pitch underhanded.” Mr. Logan placed the glove and ball down and walked up to his. “Are we ready to go?” Ashley looked at her dad, “Ahh dad, do we have to, I don’t really want to go into town today.” Mr. Logan looked at his watch, “I know sweety, but we have to buy groceries if we want dinner tonight, and I’m not leaving you here by yourself.” Ashley looked like she about to object when Vicky spoke up, “I can stay with her Mr. L. I don’t have anything to do for the rest of the day and daddy knows I’m here.” Mr. Logan turned to his, “Well I don’t know…” Mrs. Logan pinched his arm, “Ow” Mrs. Logan then whispered something into his ear. When she was finished he looked back at the girls, “Alright your mom has talked me into letting you stay here, but do leave the property, and if something happens locked yourselves in the house and call 911 and then us.” Ashley ran to her dad and hugged him, “Thank you daddy.”

Mr. and Mrs. Logan got into their Expedition and drove out of the driveway and then started down the street. Ashley then looked back at Vicky, “So what do you want to do?” Vicky smiled, how bout we go swimming.” Ashley looked at her pool and then back at Vicky, how it’s not finished yet.” Vicky pinched Ashley’s ass, no silly don’t you remember what my dad told your parents. There is nice swimming hole out in the woods.” Ashley smiled, “Kewl let me go my suit.” Vicky grabbed her arm, “You won’t need it.” With that Vicky took off running into the woods. Ashley laughing took after her. Vicky knew the woods well and knew which trails to take. The swim hole wasn’t far off, just downhill. Once they reached the edge of the bank the girls stopped to catch their breath. Ashley looked around. The pool was fairly large, taking up a whole acre, and was clear. Plus it was completely surrounded by trees. Vicky walked over to Ashley. They both looked each other in the eyes, both of them full of lust. Vicky leaned in first and began kissing Ashley. Ashley wrapped her arms around Vicky as they continued kissing. Vicky lowered her hands down Ashley stomach till they were on the hem of Ashley jeans. She then unbuttoned and then unzipped them pushing them down Ashley’s leg. Ashley lifted her feet out and was now standing in just her t-shirt and panties. Vicky then began to rub Ashley’s ass through her panties squeezing them and pulling her hips close into her, as they still kissed.

Vicky then slid her hands into Ashley’s panties and pushed them down. Ashley kicked those off without breaking their kiss. Vicky then slid her hands up inside Ashley shirt and under her bra, carressing her tits. Ashley moaned. Vicky continued to rub Ashley’s tits for few moment then grabbing the bottom of her shirt lifted it up. They finally had to break their kiss so Vicky could pulled Ashley’s shirt off. Vicky then snapped unsnapped Ashley bra, letting her b-cup tits free. They were firm and pointy, her pink nipples hard. Vicky stepped back and looked Ashley up and down. Fucking sexy she thought. Ashley had not yet grown any pubic hair, so her smooth pussy lips were on full display. Her slit was at least 2 inches long in front, and there was a deep pinkish tint to her nether lips, and very moist. Ashley fidgeted a little wondering if Vicky found something unattractive about her body. She hoped not. Vicky smiled seeing the uneasiness in Ashley, “Baby you are so sexy, I want you so badly.” Ashley blushed and whispered, “I want you too.”

Vicky beamed at this, thrilled to know she had won Ashley over. She stepped back into Ashley and kissed her sliding her tongue into Ashley mouth. Then taking Ashley’s hands she moved them around behind her back and placed her hands on the draw string of Vicky bikini top. Ashley knew what to do as she untied it and removed the bikini top from Vicky’s tits. Her c-cup tits were beautiful. Full and firm and very rounded. Ashley moved her hands down to Vicky’s tits and began caressing them. Vicky looked down at Ashley’s hands and smiled, then she slid her hand down Ashley side and rested it on her ass. Ashley then trailed her finger down Vicky’s firm stomach to her shorts and unzipped them sliding them down along with her bikini bottoms. Both girls were now completely naked, their tits pressing against each other as their hands roamed each other bodies. Moans escaped from their lips as they kissed and licked each necks and ears. They were in heaven as far as they were concerned. When Ashley fingers brushed against Vicky’s smooth pussy lips she looked into her friend’s eyes, then whispered, “May I?” Vicky nodded her head. Ashley slowly began kissing her way down Vicky’s chest, licking each tit and nipples, then trailed her tongue down her abdoman. Coming to her belly button, Ashley slid her tongue into it, kissing it and sucking on it, making Vicky squeal out. “Ohhhh God yess, Ashley.” Ashley licked Vicky’s belly button and little longer then trailed down further with her tongue. Vicky’s skin tasted so good to her. When Ashley’s tongue came to right above Vicky’s slit, she trailed off to the side then down around the side of Vicky’s nether lips. Vicky moaned out. Ashley could smell the sweet scent coming from Vicky’s damped pussy, and she loved it. She then kissed down into Vicky’s inner thigh and then back up moving around her nether lips till she reach Vicky’s other thigh, then kissed down it. When came back up she stopped right at Vicky’s pussy. Ashley pulled back just a little to get a clear look at her friends pussy. It was so smooth and moist, very beautiful. Vicky’s clit extended past the folds of her lips and Ashley blew air across it making Vicky’s body tremble.

Ashley then slid her tongue out, and just barely moving forward touch her clit with the tip of her tongue. Vicky shivered, not from cold but from excitement. Ashley then flicked her clit several time making Vicky moan out. “Ohhhh your such a tease, Damn are sure you never done this with a girl before.” Ashley looked up, “Never with a girl. I have done it with a guy’s penis before, and I know what I like to be done to me.” Vicky smiled running her hands through Ashley’s hair. Ashley moved back in, running her tongue between Vicky’s slit, tasting her juices on her tongue. Damn she was sweet. Ashley loved the taste of her friend. Ashley then slid her tongue into Vicky’s pussy feeling her hotness wrap around her tongue. Vicky squealed out. Moving her hands around behind Vicky’s ass she slid her finger between Vicky’s cheeks and like Vicky had done to her, Ashley pressed her forefinger against Vicky’s anus, making her tremble. Ashley continued tongue fucking Vicky as she put more pressure against her anus. Vicky slowly began to grind her hips against Ashley’s face, as she started sucking on her clit. “Uggghhh, oooohhhhh fuck yeesssss baby, oooohhhhhhhh.” Ashley put a little more pressure against Vicky’s anus, when suddenly Vicky relaxed her sphincter muscles and Ashley’s finger slid into her hot tight hole. Vicky squealed loudly, jumping slightly. “OOHhhhh shit that feels so goood.” Ashley slowly pushed her finger further into Vicky’s ass, as she sucked hungrily on her clit. Vicky’s body began to tremble, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, ooohhhhhh don’t stop, ugghhhhh ohhhh shit I’mmmm gonna cum. The trembling grew, as Vicky’s orgasm got right on edge. Ashley quickly move her free in front of Vicky, and then slid two fingers into her sopping wet pussy, as she sucked hard on Vicky’s clit. Vicky screamed out as her orgasm exploded, “I’MMMM CUMMMMMINNGGGG, AAHHHHHHHHH, UUGGHHHHHHH, OHHHHHH FUCK YESS UGGGHHHHHH.” Vicky’s locked around around Ashley’s face as her body spasmed. Vicky’s knees gave out, and as she lost her footing, she fell back. Ashley grabbed a hold of Vicky but was dragged down with her as they fell into the water. Ashley opened her eyes under the water, and saw that Vicky was having trouble swimming as she was still cumming, clutching her pussy with her hands. Ashley swam to her and grabbing her arms, pulled her up till both their heads popped up out the water. Vicky wrapped her arms around Ashley’s neck as Ashley fought to keep them above water, while Vicky’s orgasm continued to rack her body, all the while, Vicky moaning and groaning. Ashley managed to keep them afloat while Vicky’s orgasm subsided. When Vicky’s body gave it’s last shuddered she lowered her head onto Ashley’s shoulder breathing hard. Vicky whispered in her ear, “Thank you so much.” Ashley held onto her for a few more minutes, treading the water till Vicky finally got strength back. Vicky finally started treading the water for herself, relieving Ashley of the strain. Their faces close together they looked into each other’s eyes, passion filled in both set. Vicky finally broke the silence, “Can I keep you?” Ashley felt so happy as she nodded her head. They both embraced kissing each other.

Off in the distance someone watched them. Someone had watched them go into the woods, and had followed. Witnessed the whole event. Detective Lawrence looked though her binoculars at the two girls. A conspiracy she thought. Real Estate Agent’s daughter, and victim together, lovers it seemed like. So that was how this mystry was coming together she thought. This is how they keep the ghostly legend of the Selmer House alive. Real Estate Agents lure families into the home, then somehow earn their trust, in this case, using the daughter. Why hadn’t she thought of it before. The doors being locked, from the inside, knowing where to go in the house, and how to stay out of sight. The Real Estate companies would lure families in, earn their trust, and then start scaring the familie by slowly molesting the women in the family. They have keys, they can get in easily. Then scare the family with ghostly encounter, they move out and the Real Estate re-sales the property. So it was all about money. Money through property sales. Mrs. Logan was indeed innocent. She was just a victim as well as her daughter. Detective Lawrence moved away as she made her way back out of the woods. What she didn’t realized was that someone else had been the two girls and now had eyes on her. As Detective Lawrence walked away, she was unaware that she was being followed.

To Be Continued……………

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just wanted to say thank u for the good comments, sorry that i posted 4 copies of the same my computer crashed and posted 4… oh well whats done is done. hope you enjoy, but just to say the next few are leading up to a big part so it may have less action.

“I knew it!” She laughed. “You totally want me.”
I was so embarrassed, probably flushing several shades of red at once. I started to make a break for
the door.

“Hold it!” She grabbed my arm and spun me around to face her. Locking her arms around my waist
she pulled me close to her while she stayed kneeling on the bed. “That doesn’t mean I don’t want you
too. We’re just fooling around. Don’t take it so serious. Now, why don’t you lie down next to me and
take a walk down memory lane?”

I stayed quiet, still a little embarrassed. She grabbed the hem of her top and pulled it off over her
head. She lay back on the bed and spread her legs. She wasn’t wearing anything under her shorts.
Her fingers pushed the fabric in the middle over to the side and she rubbed her pussy.
“I showed you mine; let’s see yours.”
I took off my top and reached to the back to unclasp my bra. I couldn’t believe I was going to go
through with this. I hadn’t done anything like this since college. It was exciting though. I slid the bra of
my arms and unbound my tits.

“Look at you,” Lex leered, “I love the big ones. So much more fun to play with.” She was still rubbing
her pussy through her shorts. She reached with her foot and ran her toes up the inside of my leg. She
stopped with her big toes on the fly of my jeans. “Now get these off. I wanna see how wet I’ve gotten
you.”

As I undid the button and pulled at the zipper I wished I had put on lacey panties this morning. I
turned my back to her and bent over, removing my jeans; and revealing the cotton thong underneath.
“You can keep that on for now, if you want. Your ass looks great in it.” I turned around as she tossed
her shorts across the room. Lying completely naked on the bed, she rolled onto her stomach and
started picking through her box of dildos. “Sit down,” she said. “You’re making me nervous standing
there like that.”

I hadn’t been paying attention to the TV, but while we were talking the video of her taking a massive
cumshot had finished and a new one had started. The guy wasn’t visible in this one, but you could
hear him talking to her. She was lying naked on a bed, much like she was now, with a large black
dildo. She rubbed it on her pussy then brought it up to her mouth and licked it. He was telling her how
sexy she was and how much she made him want to cum.
I leaned back against the head of the bed and spread my legs. I squeezed my tit with one hand while

I rubbed the lips of my pussy with the other. Lex spun around and scooted up next to me. She rested
the back of her head on my shoulder and slid one of her dildos inside her.
“Ooohhh” she let out. “Sorry, I’m so rude,” she let out between gasps. She reached down to her box
and handed me an egg-style vibrator. “You should like this one.” She grunted as she slid the smooth,
black cock in and out. “It’s kinda like the one you have. You can just hold it, oh yes!” She stopped and
caught her breath for a minute. “Up to your clit. Or if you’re felling wild, you can slide the whole thing
inside.”

I felt a little strange using her vibrators, but I was too horny to slow down now. I pressed it to the
outside of my pussy and tried to make sense of the dial on it. It had a couple different settings; I
started working my way through all of them.
The first several were just progressively faster speeds. Then they started to pulse to different
rhythms; combining speeds and intensities. I rubbed it over my slit and then back up to my clit,
making that circuit several times as I passed through each setting.
“Put it inside,” Lex whimpered as she continued to fuck the dildo she had chosen.

“Okay.” I slid it inside of me as I started the cycles over again. I used my fingers to push it deeper
and then pulled it farther out by the cord. Again, I pressed it deep inside myself and brought it back
toward the surface.
I looked over at Lex; she was staring intently at the video of her masturbating. The guy hadn’t come
into frame yet, but you could see his cock at the bottom of the screen. He was jerking it as he filmed
her. He walked over to her and she reached out with her mouth to suck it. He was almost too far
away so she was licking at the tip with her tongue.

She looked away from the video and up at me. “This is the best part,’” she said. Moaning, the man
on screen erupted. His cock was not as large as the first one, but it produced much more cum. His
first shot splashed across her cheek and he stroked furiously while he aimed further down toward her
tits. Rope after rope fell across them, cum ran down and pooled in between them.
She reached over and wrapped her arm around my leg.

“Oh shit, I’m gonna cum.” She was frantic, pumping furiously with the dildo. She squirmed up the bed
closer to me, panting, “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.” Her stomach tightened as she came. I could feel the
little spasms wracking her hips as she arched her back up. Her tits looked perfect jutting out like that;
I could still see them on the video also, drenched in cum.
She let the thick, rubber cock fall from her pussy and sighed let out an exhausted sigh. She half
turned toward me and smiled.
“Your turn.”

Her hand reached over and massaged my breast gently. She leaned into the other one with her
mouth and licked around the nipple. Slow, swirling circles that made my legs quiver. Her hand slid
down my stomach and found my clit. She teased at it as she started to suck on my nipple.
I could feel my orgasm building inside. Pleasure rushing from where she sucked at my nipple through
my abdomen to the rhythmic pulsing egg in my pussy. I wanted to stall it just a little bit longer. To let it
build just a little bit more. I had no control over it though. Lex rubbed feverishly at my clit.

“I’m going to cum.” It almost came out as a whisper. I didn’t have to say it; she knew. My breath was
ragged and I was shaking. She pushed a finger inside me, but kept working my clit with her thumb. I
gasped, the egg vibrated and the first rush of fluids swam past her finger. She sat up, eagerly
watching my pussy. “Holy shit! Do you always cum like that?” The next wave released as she pulled
her finger out. The egg kept vibrating and I kept cumming. Four or five more times, my muscles
contracted and my pussy was flooded with its own cum. I knew she had asked me something, but I
hadn’t paid attention to what.

“What?” I breathed as my orgasm subsided.
“You came so much. You were practically squirting. Do you always cum like that?”
“Not always. It’s not like that when I have sex; just if I get really worked up masturbating.” My head
was still swimming.“That was awesome.” She dipped her fingers in the puddle I lay in and brought them up to her mouth. “I love the taste of pussy.” She let out a contented sigh and crashed to the bed next to me.

“We have to take you to the sex shop, sweetheart. You need to get some variety in your life. Maybe
we can go this weekend.
This one downtown even has viewing booths. I’ve always wanted to go in
them, but it wouldn’t be any fun alone.”

“This weekend? Sure, I guess we can do that.” I stood up and headed toward the shower.
“Hey,” she called behind me. “I hope you enjoyed it, because this is only the beginning for us.”
I knew she was right, and I couldn’t wait.

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I have set this story around the mid 19th Century in England and tried to keep the language and attitudes appropriate to the period as far as possible. This isn’t intended to be a purely lesbian story, it’s just the way Part 1 has turned out as I wanted to keep things to a readable length. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.

Julia lay in her bed and tried to concentrate. There was silence throughout the house and not even a faint whisper from the leaves in the trees outside her window in the sultry, humid August air to distract her. She fancied that if she listened really hard she could hear the soft breathing of her younger sister Elizabeth, asleep in the next bed and tried to pluck up the courage to take the first faltering steps to awakening her senses.

She closed her eyes and concentrated purely on herself. This journey had begun a few weeks ago when her best friend Charlotte had discovered a book while idly looking through her father’s library. The book was written in a strange script that had been painstakingly translated in to English in the margins and preached a hedonistic lifestyle quite divorced from the strictly regimented and closed society of rural, middle class England.

This was a society where men and women were treated equally and their needs were on an equal footing. This equality extended to sex and much of the text described in great detail how men and women could achieve a sense of wellbeing through love making, each page elaborately and beautifully illustrated with the entwined figures and what she presumed to be the local flora and fauna.

Julia had hardly considered this before, as young ladies of her social class and age were expected to act with decorum at all times, and to use their modesty and accomplishments to win the hearts of prospective husbands. The whole process of marriage was a game, part ritual and part political in which the woman had precious little control and love was a long way down the list after duty, honour and expedience.

In the following days, she and Charlotte had read through the entire text and the revelations it contained. Every form of sexual union was celebrated, with none being taboo although the text warned against having children by close relatives which was said to cause weakness in the bloodline. At first Julia had blushed at the direct and straightforward nature of the book but she became increasingly fascinated with this alternative outlook on society.

Science was increasingly pushing at the boundaries of man’s knowledge and one effect of this was to shake the foundations of the religion that had always been accepted as the bedrock of existence. She began to question why she should be constrained in her behaviour and why her situation was so unequal in virtually all areas to her brother. She questioned why modesty and restraint were held to be virtues instead of the pleasures to be obtained from sex in a society that could celebrate such actions rather than censor them. Yet her current situation was built on a reputation that took her family generations to build and would take mere moments to destroy, and sensible of the effect her actions could have on her beloved family she could not embrace her new found knowledge openly but had to wait until the dead of night, like a thief.

There had been a lengthy chapter on the joys to be had by one self and Julia had read that chapter avidly this morning, making a pact with Charlotte that both of them would experiment tonight and meet the following day to discuss the experience. The chapter seemed to be aimed primarily at girls a little younger than Julia, who had recently turned sixteen, but her total lack of experience in this area seemed to make this as good a place to start as any as well as allowing her to dip her toe into this different and exciting world without compromising the life she was obliged to live.

She looked across to make sure her sister was asleep, silently slid back her bedclothes and removed her nightdress with a graceful movement. Julia looked at her slim, naked body and lay back on the bed, her long golden hair spreading out over her shoulders.

Even this was unfamiliar to her, as she had become accustomed to getting dressed with the aid of a ladies maid, her body hidden for modesty’s sake. Once more she closed her eyes and concentrated, trying to remember what was in the book. The overriding theme was to take your time and discover your body and what it desires – ‘each of us is different’.

Using the tips of her fingers she delicately traced a line down the side of her body, past her slim waist and the flare of her hips and onwards down her outer thigh. Julia liked this feeling, it was sensual rather than ticklish, especially when her fingers made the return trip over the more sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

‘Take your time’ she thought as she traced her fingers upwards over her flat, taut belly towards the globes of her generous breasts, deliberately skirting them and continuing upwards to the nape of her neck. She shivered slightly as her fingers found the erogenous zone behind her ears before skirting her breasts again and down towards her thighs.

Julia raised her legs and this time her fingers moved behind her knees and up the back of her thighs before veering away from her pussy and returning to the valley between her twin peaks. She felt hot and dipped her fingers in a glass of water she had by her bedside, allowing the droplets to fall on her heated flesh, running in rivulets down her sides and dampening the sheets causing new sensations as her fingers circled round her belly, spreading the cooling water over a larger area.

An image of George, Charlotte’s brother, formed in her mind and she tried to imagine what his tall, handsome figure would look like unclothed. Julia’s hands gently cupped her tits and she massaged the soft mounds gently, rubbing her thumbs across the area of her nipples, feeling them grow and stiffen beneath her touch. Her breathing deepened as she gently tweaked her nipples before pulling at them and squeezing them harder mixing pain with the pleasure until it was difficult to know where one ended and the other began but she knew was that she was experiencing something new and wonderful.

Julia lifted one of her breasts with its engorged and reddened nipple to her mouth and tenderly licked and sucked at it while her other hand descended in slow sweeping movements towards her luxuriant blonde bush, spacing her fingers as she reached her goal so that they spread each side of her virgin slit and allowed the palm of her hand to cup the prominent mound.

She began to rub in slow circular movements as the feelings of lust in her young body steadily grew but she was not ready yet, not quite aroused enough. She slid both hands under her tits again and pushed them together, squeezing them upwards and rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger before descending again to her pussy, this time allowing one of her fingers to trail along the line of her closed lips, shivering with anticipation. Julia increased the pressure on her labia, expecting them to part but they remained tight shut. She needed to see what she was doing so she turned up the light in the oil lamp and took a small mirror from her dressing table and placed it between her knees.

The sight of her pussy in the mirror made her feel even more aroused and she gently slid both hands either side of her outer lips and pulled them apart, using an exploratory finger to rub along the emerging gap. Julia shivered again at the heightened sensitivity of this area, and needing more lubrication, put her finger in her mouth before returning to her sweet nether regions. She carefully traced around the outer lips of her hitherto untouched love hole, feeling more and more aroused, mixing the lubrication on her finger with the growing moisture in her pussy, all the while watching her reflected finger dreamily slip between her puffy outer lips.

Once her finger was wet with her love juices, Julia moved deeper and upwards, searching for the bud of her clitoris. She moaned as she found it, sending a jolt through her body, surprised by just how sensitive it was and made sure her fingers were thoroughly covered in her pussy cream before returning to it, just grazing it this time rather than rubbing it directly, letting out a low moan of sheer pleasure that she stifled in her pillow.

Julia explored every inch of her boiling cunt, moving to her inner labia, and putting an exploratory finger deeper into her hole. Her other hand returned to her clit, and feeling bolder, she now circled the erect little bud with her finger, soaked with the fragrant juices that were leaking copiously from her honey trap.

Julia’s breaths were becoming deeper, the pleasurable feelings became more and more intense as she looked at her juicy pussy, the surrounding hair matted, the lips parted like a flower in full bloom. The movement of her fingers became quicker and more intense as the pleasure grew, a small scream escaping her lips.

She shot a worried look towards Elizabeth who still slept on and buried her face in her pillow as she experienced her first shattering orgasm, her body rigid and clamping down on her finger buried deep inside her twat. How long she lay there she did not know, it felt like fireworks going off in her brain as waves of pleasure overtook her and she slumped back on to the bed.

Julia was elated but still wanted more, even though this had surpassed her expectations. George’s image came back into her mind, followed by that of Charlotte, beautiful flame headed Charlotte.
She tried to shut Charlotte’s image out but quickly scolded herself – her imagination must be allowed to take flight and nothing is taboo.

Her heated thoughts still surprised her though and she explored them further, imagining Charlotte and George both naked and waiting on her, their hands roaming over her tender young body. She imagined giving herself willingly, of George positioning himself between her legs while Charlotte bent her mouth towards hers for a kiss. Julia’s fingers ware busy again, tweaking at her nipples and ravaging her pussy, building herself up to another climax as great as the first before her fingers were flooded once more with her pungent, orgasmic juices. She panted as if she had just run a mile, her body covered in a light sheen of sweat. As her breathing slowed, and she descended from the tingling heights she slipped her night gown back on and fell into an exhausted, deliriously happy sleep.

The following morning, Julia was awoken as usual by her maid, pulling back the heavy drapes.
‘Good morning Miss’ said the maid cheerily. ‘I have your water for washing here and I’ll be back in a few minutes to help you get dressed’.

Thank you Maisie, replied Julia, dragging herself out of bed towards the bowl. This morning ritual was quite enjoyable in the summer but could be a trial in the winter when the room was cold despite the fire in the grate and the water was chill to the touch.

‘Good morning Elizabeth. Did you sleep well’ she said to her younger sister who was stretching and yawning in the next bed.
‘Fine thanks. I have Latin lesson today with Reverend Greene’ she said screwing up her face.
‘Julia, who was the last person you heard talking Latin, apart from Reverend Greene of course?. I don’t think I have heard anyone speak it in everyday language except to try and impress those who don’t understand it’.

Julia smiled, watching Elizabeth begin her morning ablutions and wondered what she would make of the book. She wished it had a title but it just appeared to be a collection of notes that had been arranged more or less into a complete work. Elizabeth carefully washed beneath her nightclothes over the swelling buds of her breasts. Julia noted that her sister had changed enormously in the past year from a little girl of thirteen to a girl on the verge of womanhood. In many ways she was quite unlike Julia who was all blonde hair, pale blue eyes and generous curves, the quintessential English rose, while Elizabeth was dark haired like her father and of a slim, athletic build, an accomplished musician who obviously hated Latin.

Her beauty, like Julia’s, came from her mother’s side with her fine bone structure and well proportioned features. Lady Creswell expected all her daughters to marry well and was already busying herself with potential suitors for Julia.

‘You have a streak of rebelliousness in you. I like that, it shows you are thinking for yourself and you are most definitely growing up’ Julia announced.
Elizabeth flushed with pride at this. ‘I will try my best to please the Reverend for Mama’s sake but I swear I shall not speak a word of the language in public for as long as I live’.

Julia laughed at her seriousness but further chatter was brought to a halt as Maisie returned with clothes for both girls and helped them as they got dressed. This particular part of the ritual irked Julia who waited patiently while Elizabeth was dressed and went down for breakfast.

‘Why does this have to be so awkward Maisie?’ she grumbled as she fiddled with her clothing beneath the nightwear. ‘All of us women are made in the same way’.
‘How do you know someone won’t come walking in miss’, said Maisie looking shocked, ‘and you standing there naked as the day you were born’.
Julia looked at Maisie who was a little older than she was, a plain girl but with a good strong figure and a generally happy demeanour. ‘Would you be embarrassed?’ she said.
‘It ain’t right miss for a lady such as yourself’ said Maisie uncomfortably, helping Julia into her underclothes.

‘In your family you must have seen your sisters as they do not have ladies to help them dress, so why is it any different to me?.
Maisie looked at her with incomprehension. ‘It just is miss’ she said.
Julia sighed to herself and stayed silent as Maisie finished helping her into her dress, tying the cords at the back. The onward march of womanhood and civilization itself usually foundered on people such as Maisie who were totally unable to see beyond what was immediate, familiar and comfortable she thought to herself, and after thanking her maid, she joined the rest of her family at breakfast.

As usual, there was food of every description laid out on plates and in steaming tureens on the sideboard. Julia helped herself to a plateful and, after kissing her father and mother, sat at the table. Elizabeth was there with Edward her older brother, who with his blonde wavy hair, blue eyes and fine figure was a favourite with the local girls at the balls that were held from time to time in the area.

At the foot of the table was Cassandra, the youngest at twelve. There was something about Cassandra that unnerved Julia. She tried to decide if it was her dark eyes or the way that when she spoke to you it seemed as if she had a window into your soul. Then there was Cassandra’s vindictiveness, in stark contrast to the rest of the family. Cassandra would never let a perceived slight or anything she regarded as unfair pass without exacting some kind of retribution, and this could be vicious as at least two members of the household who had been dismissed would attest. Both Julia and Edward had crossed her in the past and both had been left with the undeniable feeling that they had come off second best but as she was her father’s favourite she appeared untouchable.

‘What do you intend to do today, Julia? enquired her mother.
‘I need to visit the Thompsons’ she replied, as Albert has broken his arm and to look in on Marion’s new baby. I thought that I would call in at Charlotte’s on my way back’.
‘Excellent’ said Lady Creswell dabbing the side of her mouth with a napkin. Make sure that you have milk for the baby and provisions for the Thompsons as they can ill afford the loss of Albert’s income’.
‘I have already asked Cook and she has promised to have them ready for me before I leave’.

Lady Creswell smiled at her daughter and hoped that at least part of the reason for her calling on Charlotte so regularly was to acquaint herself with George who was heir to the vast estates of Lord Rainham. Julia was a beautiful girl and still only sixteen but Lady Creswell was determined to see her installed at Rainham Park sooner rather than later.

The rest of breakfast passed with the usual light chatter and Julia was soon collecting parcels of food and a jug of milk from the cook and heading along the dusty road towards the cottages housing her father’s tenants mounted on her favourite bay mare. The sun was warm on her face with a light summer breeze as the mare broke into a gentle trot, its hooves rhythmically beating a tattoo, as she gazed upon the landscape, turned gold and brown as the harvest time neared. She could see many workers in the fields, some on her father’s land as a part of the duty they owed him and some tending their own smallholdings on which they would grow much of their own food, sowing and reaping different crops in time with the seasons.

As she neared the cottages, she passed small children playing on the verges and women making and mending or busy with the housework. Julia knew all of her father’s tenants by name and exchanged pleasantries as she rode towards the Thompson’s cottage towards the far end of the street. As she slowed by the front door, Jim, the Thompson’s eldest boy at 15, arose from the plough he was hitching to his horse and held the mare while Julia dismounted.

‘Good Morning miss, what brings you here?’ he said brightly.
‘I have some milk for the baby and some provisions to help out while your father cannot work’.
‘He don’t hold much with charity miss’ said Jim rubbing his chin.
‘It’s not charity, its good sense’ said Julia firmly. ‘My father has always put the welfare of his tenants high on his list of priorities as you well know’.

This was true, the Creswells had always had the reputation of fine landlords and their tenants enjoyed some of the best housing and land in the neighbourhood. Yet even this did not seem to be enough in the past few years, as the steady stream of folk leaving the countryside for the towns in search of a better life working in the burgeoning factories and mills threatened to leave the great estates undermanned. The old order was changing, the new landowners were the newly enriched industrialists as the gentry slowly disappeared either through their own mismanagement or crippling death duties. These new owners did not share a love of the land or its people or the principle of noblesse oblige, the unwritten bond that bound the landlord and his tenants together. Julia could only wonder at what the future held for the heartland of England.

‘Well, don’t say I didn’t warn you. He’s right grumpy today’ laughed Jim as he tied the mare to a fence post and stood aside to allow Julia to enter the cottage. Julia was aware of the quick movement of his eyes as he took in her figure and smiled to herself as she entered the doorway into the small front room.

Her conversation with Albert and Marion was short but pleasant. True to form, Albert had at first declined the provisions she had brought, but his objections were half hearted and mainly for show as his wife thanked Julia warmly and graciously accepted the present. There was much chatter about the baby Maud and the care of young infants that had Albert thinking that even with his broken arm he would far rather be pushing a plough up and down the field than listen to these two women. Unfortunately for him, he decided to voice this opinion and was rewarded with a scolding from Marion on the subject of manners where she scarcely seemed to pause for breath for a full five minutes.

A short while later, Julia bade Marion and a distinctly chastened Albert goodbye and turned the mare in the direction of Rainham Park.
As she neared her destination she urged her mount into a gallop, impatient to meet Charlotte and spill her news, wondering what delights her best friend had experienced and whether they were the same as her own. Charlotte was waiting for her as she reached the impressive wrought iron gates to the estate, flanked by large Romanesque pillars carved from the local stone. The pair rode back to the house, dismounting and handing their horses to the groom before heading into one of the less formal gardens with a swing at the back, slung between two large oak trees.

Charlotte sat on the swing, idly kicking her feet while Julia sat in front of her stretched out on the grass.
‘So how was it last night?’ said Julia, her eyes ablaze with excitement before launching headlong into a long and detailed explanation of her own exploits. Charlotte listened wide eyed but grew more nervous and fidgety as Julia’s tale drew to a close.

‘Your turn now’ she said at length.
‘In truth there’s not much to tell’ said Charlotte quietly. ‘Oh Julia, I wanted to do something but I couldn’t get settled, I didn’t feel comfortable’.
Julia felt let down and even betrayed in a funny sort of way.
‘You promised’ she said, ‘and you have listened to my story with nothing to tell of your own’. ‘You even have a room to yourself whereas I have to share with Elizabeth and there is no-one within a distance where they could possibly hear you’.

‘I know’ said Charlotte, embarrassed that she had broken her promise.
Charlotte felt miserable. In truth she had persuaded herself out of doing anything as she was sure that Julia’s courage would fail her but now she was left with the appearance of being weak and indecisive. This feeling was both unfamiliar and uncomfortable to her and she resolved to remedy the situation as soon as she was able.

‘I promise I will keep our pact’ said Charlotte quietly.
Julia looked at the hurt in the eyes of her best friend and her heart melted.
‘It makes a change that I have proved to be bolder than you’ she said with a hint of laughter in her voice ‘and I find it most agreeable’.

Charlotte was about to reply but further discussion was halted by a maid scurrying across the lawn bearing a letter on a silver tray. She curtsied to Charlotte, who took the letter from the tray, and withdrew immediately.

She opened the letter and read it together with the card it contained and her features brightened.
‘There is to be a summer ball in Leighton hosted by the Windleshams’ she announced. ‘I expect your parents have received an invitation as well’.

Julia hurried over to look at the letter and read it excitedly. The Windlesham’s social events were famous in the County for their size and splendour and were invariably a highlight of the season.
The two girls were soon planning dresses, dancing partners and all the paraphernalia that surrounded such an important event in their lives.

‘We must practice the latest dances, the Windleshams are certain to have brought the latest fashions from London’ said Charlotte. ‘Seeing as you are feeling so superior at the moment you can take the part of the man’.
‘Come’ she said standing up and Julia took her place next to her, lightly taking her hand and with a light hum the two of them began the intricate, formal dance.

Charlotte was concentrating on her line, and Julia admired her slim, lithe, pert breasted figure with her striking, flame red hair, emerald eyes and milky, unblemished skin. Julia’s part in the dance was simpler and she acted as a perfect foil for Charlotte, allowing her to perform the graceful turns with ease. As they changed direction, Charlotte stumbled and Julia steadied herself and caught her in her arms. Memories of the previous night flooded into her brain, her face just inches from Charlotte’s……close….too close.

The surroundings appeared to become indistinct, she was focussed on that gorgeous face and nothing else, the blood pounding in her ears. She brushed Charlotte’s lips with her own, scarcely realising that she had done so, as if some external entity controlled her movements.

‘Julia, you mustn’t’ whispered Charlotte yet her body remained inert in her arms without even a token attempt to break away.
‘You are truly beautiful my love’, whispered Julia and holding her girlfriend with what she supposed was a manly embrace, crushed Charlotte’s lips with a kiss.

‘Not here’. Charlotte’s voice trembled and the two of them half walked and half ran through a stretch of woodland towards a building positioned near the centre of the park. Julia recognised it as a folly, a miniature of the Pantheon, the ancient Roman temple originally built for the ancient pagan Gods before becoming a Christian temple. The two girls mounted the steps and entered the shadowy recess beyond.
‘Julia, I’m not sure…’ began Charlotte before her mouth was once again entwined with her best friend’s, her lover.

Julia pinned Charlotte lightly against the wall, her kiss more urgent, more passionate than before. She let her tongue pass between her lips, searching, probing. The body that she held stiffened and then yielded and her tongue danced with Charlotte’s sending waves of pleasure through her senses.

Julia was relishing her dominant role and lightly ran her fingers over Charlotte’s body, eliciting a positive response as she searches the erogenous zones around her neck and ears. Further exploration was frustrated by the thick material of Charlotte’s dress so Julia boldly reached down and began to unbutton the front down to just above her waist. She eased the garment from Charlotte’s slim shoulders and with a firm movement pushed both the dress and the undergarment down, revealing her pert, firm breasts each one topped with a large pink nipple that stiffened in the cool shade of the folly.

Julia ran her hands lightly over them, lightly teasing the erect teats in the way that she had aroused her own the previous evening. She was rewarded with a low moan from Charlotte.
‘Oh that feels heavenly’ she gasped. ‘Your description from last night hardly does it justice’.
Julia squeezed the nipple and Charlotte squeaked with pleasure.

‘Oh please carry on, it’s giving me the most delicious feelings, I can’t explain it’.
Julia bent her head to take the engorged nipple into her mouth. When she had first seen this illustrated in the book it had seemed a strange sight to see someone suckling like a baby and yet now it felt the most natural thing in the world.

She let her tongue circle the firm flesh before sucking it into her mouth and nibbling very gently on it. Charlotte’s sighs emboldened her further, and she took the other nipple into her mouth, working her hands at Charlotte’s dress, loosening the laces and pushing it further down her body until she eased it over the gentle flare of her hips and the garment slid to the floor.

Julia giggled, amused that Charlotte’s slim legs were encased in voluminous bloomers that extended down to mid calf. She led her deeper into the recess of the building towards the love seat and knelt before her, eased her thumbs into the bloomers and drew them down slowly to reveal Charlotte’s long legs, sheathed in pure white silk stockings and her bright red muff of pubic hair, the same colour that adorned her head.

Julia gently eased her back on to the seat cushions. ‘Now I will truly show you what you missed last night’ she whispered.
‘Someone may come and see us’ whimpered Charlotte but there was no way Julia would give up now. She gently pushed Charlotte’s thighs apart, the red folds of her outer labia becoming visible though the flame bush. Julia ran her fingers along the inner thigh, feeling a slight shiver of anticipation from her lover as she lightly brushed the sensitive skin, her motions unhurried as she circled her prize.

Charlotte’s eyes were closed and she was lightly chewing on her bottom lip as Julia teased her, her body arching as she willed Julia’s caresses to give her release.
Her body stiffened with a jolt as Julia ran her fingers over the lips of her pussy using her thumbs to gently prise them apart. She could already see juices beginning to leak from her hole and breathed in the heady musk of Charlotte’s arousal.

Her fingers moved deeper and upward, searching out the erect button of flesh that was the centre of her passion and grazed it lightly, smiling at the noises of sheer pleasure coming from her friend. Julia steadily worked her fingers in and around Charlotte’s pussy, feeling her excitement building as her love pit became wetter and wetter. With a cry, Charlotte thrust her hips upwards and clamped her thighs around Julia’s hand as she shook with her first orgasm. As she relaxed, Julia parted her creamy thighs again and looked lovingly at the open pussy in front of her. Her heart hammered as she remembered the next sequence of pictures in the book. It had all seemed so distasteful back then and Julia had been sure that she could never commit such an act on a man or woman but now she felt so aroused that anything seemed possible.

She ran her fingers through the soft pubic fur and lowered her head, planting a light kiss on Charlotte’s outer labia. She poked out her tongue experimentally to taste the pungent juices, finding them salty but not unpleasant before parting those sweet lips and running her tongue from the bottom to the top of her slit.

She fastened her lips around the erect clitoris and sucked it gently, swirling her tongue around the bud. She felt Charlotte’s hand on the back of her head, stroking her hair and driving her tongue deeper into her pussy, her cries becoming louder as she neared her climax. Julia inserted a finger as well, flicking her tongue in and out of her juicy cunt, sending Charlotte over the edge, filling Julia’s mouth with her sex juices as her hips bucked wildly, smearing her orgasm over her face.

They lay together for a while before Charlotte finally broke the silence.
‘That is the most wonderful feeling I’ve ever had’ she whispered. ‘To think it was with another woman as well, truly the thought had never entered my head’.
‘Nor mine before last night’ replied Julia. ‘I did not admit that earlier for fear of
shocking you’.
The two girls looked at each other and laughed.

‘So now it’s your turn’ said Charlotte firmly. ‘It would be most unfair if I had all the fun’.
She stood up and slowly disrobed Julia, becoming more excited as her body came into view. Her breasts were a little larger than Charlotte’s, her hips a little wider, more feminine somehow. She looked into Julia’s crystal blue eyes and kissed her soft, sensual lips, her urgent tongue seeking its soul mate. Julia lay on the seat and let Charlotte run her fingers and her tongue all over her body, willingly parting her thighs to give her access to her moist pussy.

The feeling of Charlotte’s tongue on her clitoris surpassed anything she had experienced the previous evening and she was soon writhing with abandoned pleasure as she was pleasured by her friend,
her orgasm swiftly rising in her loins as Charlotte’s tongue lashed back and forth along her boiling slit. With a cry she came, harder than she had come before as Charlotte buried her middle finger deep into her snatch and squeezed her erect nipples to heighten the pleasure still further.

The two girls lay together, their heavy breathing gradually subsiding as they returned to their senses, A sound, some way off startled them and they quickly rose and helped one another into their clothes.
‘We best get back to the house before we are missed’ said Charlotte. Julia nodded and after one last lingering kiss they left the folly and retraced their steps through the wood.

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Chase and her family have to pass through the ruins of Portland to reach Washington State.

The Devil’s Pact, The Tyrants’ Daughter
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Chapter Thirteen: Portland

Notes: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this!

Monday, July 4th, 2072 – Sarah Glassner – Outskirts of Portland, OR

I couldn’t sleep. We would be entering Portland in the morning. The city looked ruined, the half-destroyed buildings stretching for miles and miles towards the blue line of the Columbia River. For such a major city, it was terrifying that it wasn’t as well maintained or even inhabited. No travel seemed to come from the city. There were probably bandits occupying the city, but we had no choice. It would take days hiking up or down the river to the next bridge. Time was growing short.

My teeth chattered. I prayed to my father, to God, to anyone that would listen to protect us as we crossed through the ruined city. Washington State was on the other side of the river. I couldn’t wait to get out of war-torn Oregon.

“Still can’t sleep,” Aoifa whispered as she pressed against my right side, her round, freckled breasts rubbing against my side.

“No. I’m too tense.”

“You need to relax,” Aoifa smiled, her hand sliding up to cup my lactating breast. Her fingers swirled around my nipple, the nub hardening. “The Gods will watch over us. You’re His daughter. He wants this trip to work.”

“Why?”

“We’ll aide Their rebirth,” Aoifa smiled. “Chase will realize how wrong she was. It will be amazing.”

I swallowed. Did I want that? The world was so much better when my father and his wife were in control. And I would be a demigoddess. People would worship me. I would have all the luxuries that I could ever want. I would never have to be afraid of my heritage.

“I guess that sounds nice.”

“Of course it does,” purred Aoifa as her lips nuzzled into my neck. “Now let me help you rest, divine wife.”

I shuddered as her fingers pinched harder at my nipple, a drop of my milk beading out. I bent down and touched the bead, bringing it to my lips. I savored the creamy, sweet flavor. Aoifa smiled, licking down, eager for a taste.

Everyone loved my breast milk. And I loved sharing it. Aoifa’s lips latched onto my nipple. My body shuddered as the pleasure shot through me. She suckled, drawing out the milk. I held her, moaning softly. I didn’t want to wake up Rex, Reina, and Queenie.

Morning would be the start to a long day.

Aoifa’s hands crept down between my thighs. I parted them, shuddering as her fingers found my wet pussy. She suckled hard, my milk squirting into her hungry lips. I closed my eyes, my fears melting away as the delicious delights of Aoifa’s fingers and lips carried me off into bliss.

“You are so wonderful,” I moaned, stroking her fiery-red hair. She had such exciting hair. They gave her such vibrancy.

Aoifa lifted her lips from my nipple. “And you taste delicious.”

I gasped as her fingers pushed into my dripping pussy. I shuddered and bit my lip as a roll of pleasure washed through me. Aoifa lowered her lips, suckling eagerly. My eyes fluttered as I squirmed in delight.

Reina rolled over in her sleep, her body snuggling up to mine. I held her, enjoying her soft breasts rubbing on my flesh as Aoifa fingered me. The redhead dug her fingers deep into me. I moaned again, my hips bucking and squirming as the pleasure built and built.

Aoifa took a hard suck, filling her mouth with milk. Her green eyes twinkled as she moved up and planted a kiss on my lips. Her tongue thrust into my mouth, sharing my breast milk with me. My pussy clenched in delight. Her thumb brushed my clit.

I came, moaning into her mouth as we snowballed my breast milk. My body bucked and spasmed. Aoifa fingered me harder, her tongue thrusting into my mouth. My moans were muffled by her sweet kiss. I felt so naughty as my pleasure washed through my body and my breast milk poured down my throat, hot and warm.

“Oh, damn,” I panted as Aoifa broke the kiss. “You naughty wife.”

Aofia winked at me. “Just loving you the way your Father would have wanted.”

“Grab the strap-on,” I moaned. “And let me love you back.”

“Oh, yes,” Aoifa shuddered, leaning over to grab it from beside our blankets.

I slipped it on. It was a little awkward with Reina cuddled up against me. She was so cute as she slept. I gave her a quick kiss on the lips after I had the strap-on properly placed, the base of the dildo rubbing on my clit.

Aoifa stretched out beside me, spreading her thighs. Her pussy glistened in the faint light inside our tent. I moved down between her legs, taking a quick swipe through her sweet musk. Aoifa gasped and arched her back as the pleasure trembled through her.

“If you eat me, I’ll scream,” Aoifa moaned. “And wake everyone up.”

“I can’t have that,” I giggled, sliding up her body. I hefted my right breast, still full of milk. “Here’s a pacifier for you.”

I thrust into her tight pussy with the strap-on as Aoifa greedily reached out and grasped my breast. Her mouth locked onto it. I shuddered as she suckled, her cheeks hallowing. My milk squirted into her mouth as my hips pumped the dildo in and out of her pussy. I shuddered with every thrust as the base of the dildo rubbed on my clit.

Fireworks burst inside me. I gasped and shuddered in delight. The pleasure built inside me. Aoifa’s fingers massaged my tits as her mouth greedily sucked. She moaned, vibrating my nipples. Her hips bucked into mine as our bodies undulated together. Waves of tiny bliss rolled through me, emanating from my clit and nipple.

“That’s it,” I purred, my hips fucking her faster. “Drink your fill. Mmm, Mommy loves nursing you.”

Aoifa sucked harder, her body bucking beneath me. My pussy clenched at my kinky words, propelling my hips to fuck her harder and harder. Aoifa’s hands groped my breasts, her teeth nipping my nipple between sucks.

“Your breasts feel wonderful,” I purred. “Mmm, you love it. You love nursing from Mommy.”

Her eyes danced with delight. My milk flooded her mouth with every one of her hungry gulps. My hips hammered her faster. The waves of pleasure rippling through me grew more and more powerful. I fought to keep from moaning loud as I nursed and fucked my wife.

“Drink deeply, baby girl,” I purred. “You need my yummy milk to be strong for tomorrow.”

Aoifa bucked beneath me. Her fingers dug into my teat and her moans were muffled by my nipple. I savored her pleasure. I loved making one of my spouses cum. My hips hammered her harder, my own orgasm building and building.

“Yes! You’re making Mommy feel amazing!” I purred as my orgasm burst through me. I shuddered and thrashed, slamming the dildo deep into her as the pleasure boiled through my body. I clenched my teeth, fighting down the urge to scream.

And then the pleasure left me, and I collapsed on Aoifa. She held me, nuzzling at my neck. I felt so relaxed. My eyes closed and I drifted off to sleep in Aoifa’s arms.

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Tuesday, July 5th, 2072 – Rex Glassner

I held the rifle I liberated from the soldier outside Salem in my arms. It only had four bullets. I wished I had more. It was a bolt action rifle. Reina stood nearby, gazing down into Portland, a smaller caliber rifle in her arms. It was semi-automatic. She would empty the two shots in the weapon’s magazine in a heart beat.

I hoped we wouldn’t need them.

Sarah and Aoifa held hands as they joined us. Sarah’s face seemed pale, but Aoifa whispered encouraging words to her. She was probably quoting scripture from the Glassnerian bible. Aoifa had her faith in my father and step-mother.

I didn’t. I had faith in my family traveling with us.

“We need to be quiet,” Chase said as she looked at the city. “It appears empty, but I doubt it. Let’s not attract notice.”

Sister Stella nodded. Today she held Alison’s bridle. Chase had her bow out and the string limbered, a quiver of arrows dangling at her side from her belt. My older sister scanned the city. The Willamette river was a blue snake winding through the ruins, leading out to the Columbia off in the distance. A bridge spanned the Columbia River, looking green and gray from here. And Washington was on the other side. Mount St. Helens in the distance across the river, its peak looking half-collapsed.

“Let’s do this,” Queenie whispered, coming up alongside me. “I want to get out of Oregon.”

I nodded, giving my wife a playful nudge of my shoulder. “We’ll stroll through Portland and by this afternoon we’ll have left behind this awful place.”

Queenie nodded her head.

Chase led the way, her eyes scanning as we entered the outskirts of Portland. The houses were wooden, one or two stories, their roofs half-collapsed and their yards jungles of grass that obscured the houses. The asphalt of the road was cracked, wild grass and weeds growing out of any crevasse or hole. Roots of trees pushed up bulging lines across the roads. We left I-5 behind. There were barricades across it that seemed too suspicious.

Birds chirped happily in the trees above us while gray-furred squirrels scampered and played. The day grew warmer and warmer as the sun rose. It would be a hot day. Heat danced above the broken asphalt. Bees buzzed around the flowers, happily pollinating, not caring that civilization had ended in Portland.

Keeping a constant vigil was taxing. A headache began to spread across my temples, and it became harder and harder to keep scanning around, looking for any sign that we were in trouble. The residential neighborhoods gave way to the city center. Rusting cars, their tires all flat and rotten, lined streets. Windows were broken and colorful graffiti covered everywhere.

I was beginning to think Portland was deserted when the woman screamed for help.

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Reina Glassner

“Help! Please!” a woman screamed, startling all of us.

We were deep in the city’s heart. Tall buildings loomed around us, made of concrete and steel. Rusting stains dripped down the buildings while creeping vines crawled up them. Faded signs adorned them, proclaiming stores and restaurants that had long been abandoned.

I cast my gaze, looking for the woman.

“I’m hurt! Someone! Anyone! I need help!” sobbed the woman.

I spotted her down an alley. She was at the next block over, lying in the middle of the street clutching her injured leg. She was young, her hair blonde. Her cries for help tore at me. I ran towards her.

“She’s over here!” I shouted.

“No! Stop!” Chase shouted behind me.

I was halfway down the alley littered with garbage and rusted bins when I stopped and turned back. “What?” I asked. “Why?”

“It’s a trap!” Chase yelled, motioning with her arm for me to come back.

I glanced at the girl. She wasn’t alone. There was a man brandishing a gun, aiming at me. I squeaked in fright and raised my rifle. I pulled the trigger. The gun barked twice, kicking into my shoulder as I kept squeezing the trigger.

Both my shots missed.

The man fired back. Concrete dust exploded as the bullet struck the wall near my head. An arrow buzzed past me and took the man in the chest. He fell with a gurgling sigh as I threw my gun away, turned, and ran back down the alley. More gunshots rang out and I screamed, ducking my head.

“We need to move!” Chase shouted, pointing up the street as I burst out of the alley. She fired another arrow as I ran up the street. Sister Stella was already leading Alison in that direction.

Rex ran to me, holding his rifle. He suddenly aimed it, firing and working the bolt action. His shots kept missing a dirty man covered in rags who had burst out of another alley. This man held a club. The rifle clicked every time Rex pulled on the bolt action to chamber another round.

“Come one!” Rex groaned as he chambered the last bullet. The wild man raced right at us, his beard tangled with filth.

Rex fired. The wild man screamed, clutching at his belly as he fell. Rex tossed his empty rifle down and grabbed my hand. I squeezed my twin’s hand as we raced to catch up with Sarah, Aoifa, and Queenie.

“Keep running!” Chase screamed behind us.

With a flash of golden light, Chase appeared beside us. She could teleport with her powers, but she could only take with her what she could hold and not a person. Why were we even with her? If she was alone, she could just teleport to Paradise and stop our father’s rebirth.

Bullets cracked behind us. I hunched my shoulders as we ran, dodging around rusted cars and fallen poles of wood tangled with black wires. I threw a glance over my shoulder. The blonde woman had picked up a weapon and fired at us as she chased. Bullets pinged into rusted cars and crashed into buildings.

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Chase Glassner

“Keep going!” I told the twins as I turned.

Bullets whizzed past me as I drew back my bow, an arrow knocked, and fired. I took the blonde woman in the throat. She crashed to the ground, rolling in a heap as she gurgled in pain. The other bandits kept running, shooting on the move.

If they had bothered to stop and aim, we would have been in real trouble.

I fired a second arrow, taking a bandit in the hip. He stumbled, crashing into a car. His fellows left him behind as he screamed in pain. He ripped out the arrow and blood pumped out of his wounds, squirting through the air. I must have hit the femoral artery.

I summoned the Light and rose into the Heavens before I flashed back down two blocks up the street beside the twins. A horn sounded behind us, a low, rolling tone that seemed to vibrate the air. Another horn answered and a third.

Horns bellowed from all directions.

“How many of them are there?” gasped Reina, throwing another look.

“No idea!”

I had five arrows left. I turned, drawing another. I aimed. A bullet struck my hip. I didn’t flinch as the pain burned through me. I wanted them to shoot me. I could take the pain. I loosed my arrow and caught a bandit in the chest.

“Cunt!” a voice screamed.

I jumped, turning to my right as a filthy, wild-haired woman leaped out from behind a car, a wicked-looking dagger in her hand. She slammed into me, her brown hair whipping into my face as we fell to the ground, her dagger thrusting and trying to stab me.

“Get off me!” I snarled, grabbing her dagger.

She spit in my face. Her breath was foul and her teeth rotten. I headbutted her, breaking her nose and throwing her off of me. I rolled to my feet just in time for a big brute to swing a two-by-four at my head. I ducked the plank and punched the man in the gut.

He didn’t even feel it.

“Gonna enjoy you, cunt,” hissed the big man. He had a huge boil along the side of his nose oozing puss.

I shuddered in disgust.

The big man drew back his two-by-four as the filthy woman scrambled to her feet, blood pouring out of her nose and staining what may have been her blue dress. It was so filthy, I couldn’t be sure. I fell into a crouch. More bandits were rushing me.

Perfect. My family would get away while they focused on me.

And then the shadows moved. A man screamed as tentacles wrapped around him, ripping off his head. My demonic lover crashed into the big man, his jaws crushing my would-be-rapist’s head. Shadows eyes met mine, burning with his love for me.

“Thanks,” I smiled at him. “I love you.”

I said the words without thought. I didn’t even have time to consider them as the filthy woman stabbed at me. I caught her hand, twisted her wrist, and ripped the knife from her grip. I shoved her back and then flashed into light and appeared beside Sister Stella.

“What is that thing?” the nun asked, her eyes narrowing. “Where did the demon come from?”

“I don’t know,” I lied. “Let’s keep going.”

“Why is a demon attacking them?” Sarah demanded as the man screamed behind us.

“Your Father sent him,” Aofia breathed. “I told you. He ensures that we reach paradise. We shall be the instruments of the Living Gods rebirth.”

“That’s impossible,” Sister Stella spat, staring at the Shadow.

“It doesn’t matter!” I snapped. “Do you hear the horns? More are coming. We need to keep going. We need to cross the Interstate Bridge and get out of this city and into Washington.”

Sister Stella glanced at me and I flushed. I hated lying to my lover. But I didn’t want to speak about Shadow to her. I was afraid she’d realize that I was coming to love the demon. He was always there for me, protecting me. My heart beat faster. I grabbed Sister Stella’s hand, giving her a squeeze.

“Come on! Let’s get going.”

Sister Stella nodded. She ran behind me, pulling Alison along. The pack mule had no problem moving swiftly. She was a smart beast. She knew now wasn’t the time to be stubborn. Ahead of us, Queenie, Aoifa, and Sarah ran while the Twins brought up the rear.

My side ached but we couldn’t stop.

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Queenie Glassner

My sides split and my breasts ached. Running with big tits wasn’t fun. They bounced beneath my loose shirt, smacking into my chest and each other. Aoifa panted beside me, her freckled face flushed and matted with exertion.

Men screamed behind us. That scary demon pursued us, killing everyone that came across our path. The city of Portland was alive with bandits and wild men. They seemed to pour out of every street and alley, growing thicker as we neared the bridge. They each wore filthy rags, and it was often hard to tell the men from the women.

Sister Stella glanced back at the demon, her eyes narrowed. I made the mistake of looking back and almost threw up. The demon’s tentacles lashed out, ripping men and women apart, painting the ruined streets of Portland red with blood and viscera.

“Keep going!” Chase kept shouting. “And take the next left. We need to get back on the freeway.”

A faded, green sign hung over the street. A white arrow pointed to the left with the words “Northbound I-5” printed on it along with a list of cities and their distances: Olympia, Tacoma, and Seattle. I took the left, holding tight to Aoifa’s hand. Ahead, a car choked on-ramp led up to the freeway.

Men waited on the on-ramp.

“Chase!” I shouted in fear, ducking behind a rusted car as they hurtled rocks and bricks at us.

Golden light flared behind me. I peered around the edge of the car. Rocks pelted into the metal, denting and scraping off chips of paint. From the sky, a beam of golden light slammed down into the middle of the attackers. Chase was amid them, swinging her knife.

The attackers roared, turning on my sister-in-law. I squeezed Aoifa’s hand as Chase’s screams roared over the crowd. She could heal through anything, but she still felt pain. Tears beaded down my eyes as a sob trembled through my body.

“Chase!” Rex screamed out loud. “Do something, Sister Stella!”

“My powers are not useful in combat!” the nun cried back. “I’m no monk!”

The shadowy demon surged down the street, his tentacles painted with blood. A man screamed, still wrapped up in the tentacles, seemingly forgotten by the demon. But then the demon hurtled him into the mass of attackers swarming Chase. I winced as the poor men crashed into the crowd. He was thrown so hard, his body had to be broken.

And then the demon jumped into the horde almost like it was trying to save Chase. Was Aoifa right? Was the demon sent by my father-in-law?

“Thank you for sending us Your defender and for all Your love,” Aoifa prayed beside me, casting her gaze up to the heavens. “I will walk through this dreadful city without fear because Your Divine and loving gaze is upon me. Thank you for sending me to be wife to Your Divine children. I am so grateful to be part of Your august plan.”

I shook my head at her.

An explosion boomed through the streets. I screamed in shock. A second one followed. A few of the attackers had broken free from the melee and hurtled grenades at the demon. The shadowy monster didn’t even seem to feel the explosions.

“Interesting,” Sister Stella said as she huddled nearby.

The demon left behind a pile of dead and went after the men throwing grenades, its tentacles lashing out and ripping flesh. Chase flashed down from the skies beside us, golden light blazing from cuts and bruises. She almost shone with light from her many injuries.

“Come on!” she shouted, her words slurred. Her jaw look crooked. “The way’s clear!”

I burst out of hiding, dragging the praying Aoifa with me. We ran for the sloping on-ramp. The shadowy demon leaped over us to charge at the bandits following us. It definitely wasn’t after us. We were going to make it. We reached the top of the on-ramp and got onto the freeway. The Interstate Bridge lay ahead of us.

Rex bent down, grabbing something off one of the dead man, clutching it in his fists. Was it a grenade? I didn’t care, I kept running towards the bridge. A loud, growling roar echoed behind us. I was too scared to look.

The bridge looked to be a mile long, spanning over the wide, blue river. There were two spans, each identical. We were racing up the eastern span, crowded with rusted cars. The western span was strangely clear. Trusses, painted a fading green, supported the bridge as it spanned the river. The roaring behind us grew louder as we reached the foot of the bridge, racing out over the Columbia river.

Washington was on the other side. We would be safe.

“Fuck!” Rex called out. “Look at the other span!”

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Chase Glassner

“Dammit, that’s why the span is clear!” I shouted. My entire body ached. Only my healing magic kept me going.

On the western span, rusted trucks and cars raced down it, spewing black smoke from their exhaust. The beds of the trucks were crowded with more of the bandits. They whooped and hollered as they pointed at us, brandishing cruel knives.

There was no way we could make it across before them.

I glanced behind us and saw Shadow flowing along, dancing between pools of darkness. His burning eyes met mine. I pointed at the other bridge. I hoped he understood.

He did.

Shadow launched himself across the bridge.

“Shit!” Rex cried out. “What’s the demon doing?”

Metal groaned. Shadow didn’t go for the racing cars. He attacked the supports. I gaped, slowing to a halt as Shadow ripped huge chunks of metal from the bridge. A tremble ran through the structure, waving through the concrete bed.

“How strong is the demon?” whispered Sister Stella. “I’ve never seen one so strong.”

I only nodded my head.

The cars drew closer to the far bank as the bridge shook violently. The trusses groaned, bending under the weight as more and more struts were ripped out by Shadow. With a loud snap, the center of the bridge collapsed.

The destruction was catastrophic, rippling out from Shadow. The bed of the bridge collapsed into the river as the trusses ripped apart at the rivets. Great fountains of water splashed into the air. The bridge collapsed faster than the cars could drive. They neared the end, but it was too late. The bridge bed dropped out beneath them, sending the bandits plummeting into the river below.

“Yes!” Rex cried out.

“Run!” Queenie shouted.

As the groaning, shearing stopped as the final parts of the bridge collapsed, I heard the rhythmic clap of hooves. More bandits galloped horses down our span. Rex tossed his grenade. It bounced down the span and exploded, ripping through a pair of horses and their riders in the center of the span.

We ran, weaving through the cars as the horses chased us. Guns cracked and bullets pinged off metal. We neared the other end of the bridge, all of us running as fast as we could. If it wasn’t for the cluttered junk on the span, the horses would have already caught up to us.

And then the bridge groaned and shook beneath our feet.

“What’s that!” screamed Queenie.

“The demon’s bringing down this bridge!” Rex shouted. “Fuck! Run faster!”

Metal groaned behind us. What was that stupid demon doing? We were still on the span.

“Go, go!” I shouted.

Horses neighed behind us. A great splash crashed through the air. Metal groaned louder. Parts of the truss crashed down before me. I leaped over the green-painted steel. More and more of the trusses buckled as the road bed vibrated beneath my feet.

Rex and Reina made it across, turning around, motioning for us to come. Sister Stella was almost dragged across by Alison, followed by Sarah and Queenie. Aoifa pounded at my side, her face covered in perspiration.

The bed dropped two feet beneath us.

Aoifa fell forward, hitting the concrete hard and screaming in pain. The metal groaned. We were on the last section. I glanced behind us in time to watch the bridge collapse, taking the bandits and their horses down into the Columbia. Our section groaned, dropping another foot.

“Aoifa!” Rex shouted, leaping onto the span. He grabbed Aoifa with one hand, heaving her up and half-carrying her to safety. I grabbed Aoifa’s other hand.

We jumped. The bridge collapsed beneath us. We landed on the edge, falling in a tangled heap on the far end. Reina, Queenie, and Sarah seized Rex while Sister Stella grabbed me, pulling me from the crumbling edge.

I looked behind us at the city of Portland, sucking in deep breaths.

“We made it,” Rex laughed as he lay on the ground. “Oh, fuck, we made it.”

I nodded my head, watching as the Columbia river rippled over the half-submerged sections of the Interstate bridge. We were in Washington. I was almost home. I stood up, my legs rubbery from the exertion, and looked around at the ruined city of Vancouver, Washington.

“We need to keep moving,” I panted, pointing at the railway bridge that crossed a mile away. “They can still follow us.”

“Yeah,” Queenie panted, helping Aoifa up. “I want to get as far away from that terrible city as I can.”

“Portland used to be such a nice city,” Aoifa sighed. “Such a loving place.”

I looked around. Shadow was nowhere to be seen. I knew tonight I would sneak off to find him. He deserved his reward for saving us today. My pussy clenched in delight. I wanted to experience my demonic lover’s passion again.

Sister Stella put her arm around my waist, snapping me out of my daze. Her kiss was hot and loving. I shouldn’t sneak off. I had Sister Stella to satisfy me, to love me. She was so sweet and gentle. But she couldn’t take me hard like Shadow. She didn’t have his strength or passion.

“Let’s keep going,” I smiled when we broke the kiss.

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Reina Glassner – Six Miles North of Vancouver, WA

I found Rex outside, staring up at the stars, when I woke up to pee. I moved to my twin, lying down beside him. We were both naked. The night air was cool, the day’s heat a distant memory. I was so sore. I cuddled up to him, kissing him on the lips as his hand drifted down to my ass, giving me a squeeze.

“What are you doing out here?” I asked.

“I can’t sleep,” he groaned. “That demon. What was it?”

“I don’t know.”

“Chase ordered it to destroy the bridge.” Rex looked at me. “What’s up with that?”

“Maybe Aoifa is right. Our father sent us a protector.”

“Sent Chase a protector,” Rex corrected. “When she teleported, it came after her. It protected her.”

I yawned and shuddered. “Come on. Let’s go back to bed.”

“Do you think Chase is lying to us?”

“Why would she lie?” I asked.

“I don’t know.” Rex sighed. “What is going to happen when we reach Mount Rainier? Are we going to let Chase and Sister Stella stop our Father from being reborn?”

“Yes.” I looked into my brother’s eyes. “Chase knows what she’s doing. I trust her.” I stood up. “Now go to bed.”

“Why are you out here?” he asked, smiling as the moonlight painted my curves.

“Bathroom.”

Rex grabbed my hips, pulling me to his mouth. He buried his face between my pussy lips, gluing his mouth to my slit. I shivered as he sucked and tongued me, his hands massaging my ass. I shuddered. Peeing in someone’s mouth was so intimate.

I relaxed and released my stream of piss into his hungry mouth. He drank it down, slurping with eager hunger. I moaned in delight. His tongue swallowed gulp after gulp of my piss. I stroked his hair, shuddering atop his lips.

Rex swallowed my piss and then he was swallowing my pussy juices. I shuddered as my stream died, but my passions swelled. I slid my hands up my body, squeezing my breasts as his tongue slipped through the folds of my pussy. He caressed and pleased me. I loved every second of his delicious tongue exploring my folds.

“Rex,” I moaned, my eyes fluttering in delight.

His tongue knew every wonderful spot inside me. I shuddered in delight. My ass clenched as I rubbed my pussy on his hungry lips. I moaned out in delight. More and more bliss churned through me. My teeth clenched as the pleasure swelled through me. He groaned, tonguing me harder, eager to drink down all my excitement. He was such a great lover.

I loved my twin brother so much.

His tongue fucked into my pussy as his hands clenched on my ass. He pulled me tight against him. The pleasure blossomed inside me. I groaned, squeezing my tits. My nipples were so hard. I threw back my head, staring up at all the millions of shining stars.

I hoped Father was watching us.

My orgasm exploded through me.

Rex greedily drank down all my excitement. He loved pussy juices. He was such a horndog. Just like our father. The pleasure died down inside me, a few last waves of pleasure flowing through me. I pulled away from Rex and stared down at his hard cock.

I needed to be fucked.

I stretched out on my back. “Come fuck your twin sister,” I grinned.

“You naughty whore,” he laughed, stroking his cock. “I love to fuck you.”

Rex moved between my legs. His smile was eager and his blue eyes twinkled in the starlight. I gasped as he thrust into my wet pussy, his hips slamming away. My tits jiggled at the vigor of his strokes.

“How beautiful,” Aoifa whispered. “Sibling love, especially between twins, is so special.”

I grinned at my wife’s naked body. I bet she has to pee. I’m so thirsty. “Do you have to pee, Aoifa?” I asked, licking my lips.

She nodded her head. “I drank so much water when we camped.”

“Come sit on my face.”

Aoifa smiled. “You are such a wonderful goddess.”

Goddess. I did like being called that. No wonder Father got caught up in it.

“Piss in her mouth!” groaned Rex as Aoifa straddled my face, descending her shaved pussy to my eager lips.

Rex kissed Aoifa as my tongue swirled through her shaved pussy. My fingers spread her plump vulva apart and I found her urethra. I locked my mouth around it, sucking hard. Aoifa squirmed atop me.

“Is that piss on your lips, my lord husband?” Aoifa asked.

“Reina’s,” laughed Rex, his strokes growing faster. “Let me hear you piss in Reina’s mouth.”

“Yes, my lord husband.”

Aoifa’s tangy, salty urine flooded my mouth. It wasn’t as strong, watered down, but I still loved it. A strong flow poured into my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could. Aoifa moaned atop me as my pussy contracted on Rex’s cock. My orgasm burned through me as I drank my wife’s piss down. It was so filthy. I loved every second of it.

I moaned as I drank it, almost drowning on her flood as my body bucked into Rex’s thrusts. He grunted, savoring my cumming pussy around his cock. The force of Aoifa’s piss diminished as my orgasm reached its peak.

“Oh, my divine wife,” moaned Aoifa. “Thank you for this intimate gift.”

“You’re welcome,” I moaned around her pussy. I attacked her, eager to make her cum and drink her sweet juices.

Aoifa squirmed atop me. She shuddered and moaned her delight a she shifted her pussy atop me. I drank and slurped, wanting to devour every bit of her. She was wonderful. Sexy. I loved her so much. Rex’s cock kept slamming into me, hot pleasure rippling through my body. I moaned and gasped into Aoifa’s pussy.

“Oh, yes! Such a wonderful tongue, my lady wife!”

“Cum on her face!” Rex growled, hammering into me. My pussy clenched down on his girth. “You are so hot when you cum, Aoifa.”

“I am eager to please,” Aoifa moaned. “Cumming on her face is such an exquisite bliss.”

I moaned my agreement.

Rex’s strokes grew more aggressive. I knew my brother. His orgasm approached. I couldn’t wait to be flooded with his hot cum. I wanted to bear his child. I hoped I wasn’t barren, but we had been fucking for over a year without a child.

When was my last period? I hadn’t been keeping track. It might start any day.
Unless I was pregnant.

“Breed me!” I moaned between licks. “Cum in me, Rex!”

“Yes!” he growled.

“Cum in your sister!” Aoifa panted. “Oh, yes!”

She squealed, her voice high-pitched. She shuddered atop me as a flood of sweet pussy juices poured into my hungry mouth. I groaned as I drank them down. I loved the naughty feeling of her juices sliding down my throat.

Rex slammed his cock deep into me. He groaned as his cum built inside him. “Reina!” he cried out as his hot cum filled me. I savored the incestuous mix burning through my nethers.

Aoifa slipped off of me and I grinned, savoring the lingering pleasure flooding through my body.

“What are you doing out here?” Chase asked, walking out of the darkness into camp.

I frowned. “Using the bathroom. You?”

She swallowed. “I was…taking a walk.”

I frowned. Her clothes were disheveled and her face was flushed. Was she having sex? But with whom?

“Well, get to bed,” Chase yawned. “We have another long day ahead of us.”

I nodded as she went into the tent. I glanced out at the darkness and wandered what my sister was hiding.

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Mark Glassner – The Abyss

I stared at my youngest daughter Reina as she stood up. She frowned at Chase. Our daughter had once again allowed the demon to fuck her. The demon was the only variable left in the plan. We didn’t send him. And since he wasn’t a living creature, he had no thread I could observe and manipulate.

Mary’s arm tightened about my waist. “Only fifteen more days, Mark.”
I smiled and nodded. “I can’t wait to see her again.”

“This is going to work, right?” Mary asked. “Astarte won’t foul this up.”

“No,” I said, hiding my own doubts. “Everything will work out perfectly.”

“Portland didn’t go as we planned. If it wasn’t for that demon…” Mary shuddered. “What if he’s Astarte’s pawn?”

“He’s not,” I reassured my wife. “He loves Chase.”

To be continued…

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Becky continues cheering her first football game and things get wild!

The World’s First Futa – Futa’s College Cheer

Chapter Three: Futa’s First Wild Cheer

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

April 17th, 2047

My wife was such a distraction as I tried to focus on telling my story. She stood just offstage, the young, pregnant beauty grinning at me as she swiped up my futa-cum leaking down her thighs from beneath her skirt. During the last commercial break—before I started talking about being a cheerleader to the studio audience,and the world watching the show streamed over the internet—she fucked me to help calm me down.

It hadn’t helped. It was just so hot remembering my first time cheerleading at Husky Stadium. It was turning my wife on, too, making her into a wanton vixen. Which was why she was teasing me. Her blue sparkled and her normally friendly smile was wicked. She popped her fingers past those lush lips, sucking on her fingers.

My futa-cock throbbed beneath my skirt.

I wanted to just stare at her, her strawberry-blonde hair tumbling about a face that was a soft and feminine version of someone else I once loved. My heart beat faster and faster. I wanted to go to her, to lick her pregnant snatch clean of my cum, to fuck her hard and—

“So the cheerleaders for the Oregon Ducks have just crossed the field,” Adelia, the host sitting beside me on the couch, said. She touched my knee with her caramel hand, her touch electrifying. “Security has entered the field. Things are growing tense. The crowd loves it. They cheered you on watching you suck your own dick and then fuck your fellow cheerleader, Celia. The referees have surrendered to your lust. What were feeling?”

“Powerful,” I said. I smiled out at the studio audience, feeling the three cameras pointed at me. “I know I have power now, but I got my first real taste that day. Just how far I could push things. How wild I could be. It was a game broadcast to the nation. College football was as huge thirty years ago as it is today. And everyone was watching me as our rival cheerleaders knelt and begged me to breed them.”

Adelia smiled. “Even the football players wanted to watch. You can see them in this wide shot stopping security, imposing their bodies between you and arrest. The coaching staff is coming out on the field now, everyone staring at you.”

“It was intoxicating,” I said, going back to that day. “I had such power over the Duck cheerleaders. I knew what they wanted, but I just couldn’t give it to them. We were here to crush them. To beat them. So I had a price.

“If they wanted to be bred, they’d have to pay.”

The studio audience laughed, loving my story. My futa-dick throbbed. Out of the corner of my eye, my wife enjoyed more of my girl-spunk. I felt the eyes of the world on me as I drew in a deep breath and continued the story of my life.

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September 15th, 2018

In their green skirts and yellow sports bra tops, the Mighty Duck Cheerleaders fell down to their next to me. I groaned and ripped my girl-dick out of Celia’s pussy. I stood up, my topless breasts swaying before me, my futa-dick quivering through the pleats of my purple cheerleader skirt. My fellow cheerleader’s juices glistened on my shaft beneath the stadium lights.

“BECKY!” cheered the crowd filling the U-shaped stadium. To my right, Husky Stadium lay open unlike other sports arena, a gap between the stands behind the end zone. It looked out at Lake Washington, giving the building such a unique shape. I bet the boats out on the water could hear the spectators.

CLAP! CLAP!

“BECKY!”

CLAP! CLAP!

The referees who tried to stop me, including that bald one, were jerking their dicks, lost to the lusts from watching me fuck Celia hard. The football players from both teams stared at me in awe, pulling off their helmets.

A heady rush surged through me as I drank it in. I felt like a queen. A futa-queen. My fellow cheerleaders whooped and twerked, performing topless, shaking pompoms or their tits at the crowd. When they did high kicks, they flashed naked pussies and toned rumps. I had overturned everything with my presence.

My futa-cock changed the world’s paradigm. Things were utterly different.

“We want to be bred by you,” moaned a caramel skin cheerleader up front. She had green eyes that blazed in delight, her brown hair falling short about an almost elfin face. She looked like the cheer captain. “Please, please, breed us.”

“What’s your name?” I demanded, standing before her, my futa-cock swaying.

“Sabrina,” she moaned, her eyes staring at my cock with such hunger.

“It looks like the Oregon Duck’s cheerleaders want to join the fun, too,” the announcer boomed, a young man, probably a student. His voice sounded a touch breathy. I hoped he masturbated watching me. I loved it when guys witnessed me fucking women. “They must have heard the rumors that Becky’s cock breeds every woman she fucks.”

“We have,” Sabrina moaned.

“Uh-huh,” the cheerleader beside her moaned, her platinum-blonde hair gathered in a pair of naughty pigtails. “We want to be bred. Right now! That was so hot watching you suck your own dick.”

I grinned at her, my stomach still store from bending almost in half to do it. I swept my gaze over the cheer team. I loved breeding girls. They all had flushed faces, nipples dimpling the front of their sports bras. Some rubbed at their pleated skirts, or beneath them, pussies clearly begging for my futa-cock’s attention.

“BECKY!”

CLAP! CLAP!

“You can tell the crowd wants Becky to breed the visiting team’s cheerleaders,” the announcer said. “Thrust a little Husky spirit into their tight cunts.”

I shuddered at that word. Cunt. This was so wild. I hoped this was still going live to the world. Or, at least, the United States. I wanted everyone to see my futa-cock and all the delights it brought for women.

“Yes, yes, please, breed us, Becky,” Sabrina moaned.

My fellow cheerleader, a brunette named Starr, fell to her knees before me, her round breasts swaying. She had a slender, almost boyish build but with her top off, she was all feminine delight. She rubbed my wet cock against her cheek.

“I don’t know if our futa should breed you,” Starr said, her cheek feeling amazing on my dick. “You are our enemy.”

I nodded my head. Starr was right, but I ached to fuck them. I could fuck them. I could just ram my cock into their pussies right now. I would fuck them all so hard. I shuddered as Starr’s tongue brushed the tip of my cock.

“Mmm, Celia tastes good on you,” she moaned.

“Uh-huh,” I said, struggling to think over the roar of the crowd.

“BECKY!”

CLAP! CLAP!

I glanced at the two football teams, separated by a few yards from each other, watching us. Many rubbed at their cups, no doubt bulging hardons swelling their protection. I shivered, glancing at the Huskies in their purple and gold.

“Cheerleaders, if you want to be bred, strip!”

“Hell, yeah,” an Asian cheerleader said, her black hair cut short, much like Sabrina’s cute bob. The Asian cheerleader didn’t hesitate to rip off her sports bra and reveal a pair of dusky-olive breasts topped by small, dark-brown, puffy nipples.

“I’ll get naked and roll through mud for you,” Sabrina moaned, following her teammate’s example. She had a pair of round breasts and brown nipples. She had that mixed race blend, making it so hard to guess her race. Her green eyes sparkled as she popped to her feet and peeled off her skirt revealing yellow spankies.

Those came off next. She stood naked before me, her pussy covered by a trimmed, brown bush, her juices clinging to the hairs. The girl with pigtails joined her naked a moment later, her large tits topped by fat, pink nipples, a landing strip of blonde leading to her tight slit.

“BECKY!”

CLAP! CLAP!

I wanted to drool. More and more of the cheerleaders shed their clothing. The watching football players all groaned in delight, staring at them with such hungry eyes. Starr sucked on the tip of my futa-dick, adding such a delicious spice to this naughty fun.

“So… who’s first?” asked Sabrina, giving me such smoky looks with her emerald eyes. She hefted her breasts and, like any good cheerleader, showed her skill at shaking her pompoms.

“You’re not done proving yourselves,” I said, my futa-dick throbbing in Starr’s hungry mouth. “You want to get bred by me, you have to do something for my school. For my team.”

“What?” Sabrina asked.

“You girls have to fuck a UW player. You’re not getting bred unless you have Husky cum running out of your pussy.”

“Holy shit,” Sabrina gasped.

“And you… You have to fuck our quarterback,” I said, pointing right at Sabrina. “He needs to be focused, and I know your tight cunt will help him out.”

“But… but… my boyfriend’s Tavon. Our quarterback.”

I glanced at the Black player with the dreadlocks staring at us. I gave him a wicked grin. “You better start cuckolding your boyfriend with Jason, or you’re not getting bred. I’ll put a baby in every other Duck cheerleader today and leave you frustrated and horny.”

“Oh, damn,” she groaned even as the rest of her team rushed at the Huskies, their naked bodies glistening in the sunlight streaming through the open stadium.

I liked to make sure guys got as much pussy as me. Why should they miss out on the fun? My cock made the women in their lives horny vixens. After breeding them, the least I could do was make sure they got off, too. Some even loved me for it, bringing me girls to fuck or just sharing me with their women.

Sabrina shot her eyes down to my dick and whimpered. Her hands squeezed her tits. She looked over her shoulder at Tavon. He had come closer, his eyes wide, realizing what his girlfriend was about to do as the other Duck cheerleaders were pulling down padded pants, eager to get at Husky players’ cocks.

“Sorry, honey!” Sabrina moaned at her boyfriend and then darted for Jason, the serious-looking quarterback for the Huskies. He had short, brown hair and a look of hunger crossing his chiseled features as the naked Sabrina rushed at him.

“Baby?” Tavon groaned. He glanced at me, at my cock.

I shrugged. “I got to give my team all the advantages today.”

“Fuck,” he muttered. He clenched his fists then, like any good cuckold, squeezed his cock through his jeans. Guys never objected too much and soon they would be into it. My pheromones affected them differently than their women.

But it was still so hot to do it.

“BECKY!

CLAP! CLAP!

Starr sucked harder on my dick as I watched Sabrina kissing Jason, her naked body pressed up against his bulky form. The Duck football team stood by impotently, looking chagrined for enjoying the sight of their cheerleaders sucking their opponent’s dicks. Girls were moaning, bobbing their heads, getting the Husky players hard and ready to fuck their pussies.

I grabbed Starr’s brown hair, thrusting my cock into her mouth as Sabrina broke her kiss with Jason. The little minx already had her hand in his pants. She pushed down the padded and shoved aside his cup to pull out a hard dick.

It was smaller than my own.

“Sabrina,” I heard Tavon groan just over the roar of the crowd. He squeezed his crotch again as his girlfriend inhaled Husky quarterback’s cock.

“Look at that, Dawg fans,” the announcer boomed. “The Duck cheerleaders are giving our players quite the treat. I think they’re confused what team they’re supposed to be cheering on.”

I grinned in delight, my dick throbbing in Starr’s mouth. She sucked so hard, cleaning off all of Celia’s dicks. Her tongue fluttered around my girth while her hands slid up my thighs and rubbed at my wet, blonde bush.

Then she found my pussy lips.

I groaned as Starr jammed two fingers into my juicy depths. She moaned about my cock as she pumped her fingers in and out of my snatch. She churned me up, sending such delight fluttering through my body.

“Mmm, this is getting out of hand,” Ashlie, my cheer captain, said. The topless blonde sauntered over to me. “Good thing I brought some toys in case things got real wild.”

“Toys?” I panted, my hips pumping, sliding my cock in and out of Starr’s hot mouth. My breasts jiggled as I watched Ashlie. She had such a naughty look in her eyes.

“Dildos,” she said. “So we can fuck each other. Not all of us come equipped with our own dicks.”

“Only me,” I groaned.

“Yep, so we have to improvise,” she said, winking at me. “Mmm, this is going to be wild.” Then she darted off, her round breasts bouncing.

Starr popped her mouth off my dick. “Oh, my god, that makes my pussy so wet, Becky. You have got to fuck me. Our players can’t be the only ones getting cheerleader pussy right now. And the Duck cheerleaders can’t be the only ones getting dick right now.”

I smiled at her, my pussy clenching around her fingers wiggling inside of me. “Get down on your hands and knees. I want to watch the fun while I fuck you.”

“Yes!” Starr moaned. She wrenched her fingers out of my cunt. “You are the fucking best, Becky!”

“I know,” I said, shivering, drinking the intoxicating rush of all my cheering fans.

“BECKY!”

CLAP! CLAP!

Starr spun around and fell onto her hands and knees, her pleated, purple skirt, the hem trimmed in gold, hugging her ass. She wiggled her hips while staring at the growing orgy. Already, the girl with pigtails was on her hands and knees getting fucked by Harrison, a tight end. He fucked her hard doggy style while her big tits swayed.

I flipped up Starr’s skirt and revealed her shaved snatch, her inner labia thrusting out to form a little triangle of engorged flesh. I parted her petals with a thumb and foreigner, revealing her pink depths. I brought my clit-dick to her snatch and slid home into the heaven of her pussy.

“Sabrina,” groaned Tavon. “Fuck.”

I glanced up and saw Sabrina taking Jason’s cock on her hands and knees. It appeared to be the preferred position for the football players in their heavy padding. More and more Duck cheerleaders knelt and took Husky players’ dicks. They moaned and gasped, their tits bouncing, their hair swaying.

Starr’s cunt clenched down hard on my dick. “Goddamn, that’s hot to watch.”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned, pounding her hard, plunging my futa-dick in and out of her cunt, stirring her up to a hot froth. “Ooh, yes, yes, they’re so eager to be bred by me.”

“The Duck cheerleaders are all getting plowed hard now doggy style,” the announcer said. Then laughed. “They should rename it Husky style after today as our boys are drilling their hot cunts hard, giving them what they crave.”

I shuddered, fucking Starr Husky style harder. She gasped and moaned, her pussy clenching around my dick, her back arching. I shoved my right hand through her pleated skirts, reaching around her body to find her pussy. My left when for her swinging titties. The fingers of my right hand rubbed through her triangle of pubic hair on her pudenda before I found my goal.

Her clit.

She squealed as I rubbed her little bud. I attacked it as I fucked her with the same passion that Jason pounded Sabrina while her boyfriend watched on. Starr’s juices soaked my digits as I massaged her nub, stimulating her, driving her wild. My left hand found her breast, squeezing it, loving the plump fullness of it.

“And the Husky cheerleaders are getting even naughtier,” the announcer said. “It looks like Ashlie, the team’s captain, has busted out a collection of sex toys and… yes, Immaculada and Mei Wen, the two new girls, are sharing a double-headed dildo.”

My head whipped around and I groaned to see the Hispanic cheerleader, her hair bleached blonde swaying past her face, kneeling on her hands and knees. Her skirt was thrown up over her ass while a purple dildo thrust out of her pussy and wiggled in the air. The slender, Chinese cheerleader fell to her knees, reached behind her, and guided the other end of the flexible toy to her cunt.

Both groaned as Mei Wen backed herself down the shaft, her pregnant snatch swallowing more and more of it. My dick throbbed in Starr’s cunt. I massaged her clit faster and faster, my hips thrusting so hard. Mei Wen’s cute rump bumped into Immaculada’s. The pair whimpered. Then they fucked each other, working that double-headed dildo in and out of each other’s twats.

“Ooh, that’s hot,” Ashlie said as she hurried over to me, a gold dildo clutch in her hand. She grinned at me. “And so is this.”

“Yes,” I groaned as she stepped into the toy’s harness.

“Deniece!” gasped Celia from nearby. The busty redhead squirmed on the grass, Deniece, an ebony-skinned cheerleader, feasting on the creampie I planted in Celia.

My dick throbbed at the debauchery going on around us. My eyes flicked over to the Duck cheerleaders getting pounded by the Husky football team. One girl had a cock in her mouth as she took another in her pussy, rocking between them. Then I watched Mei Wen and Immaculada fuck each other with their double-headed dildo, gasping and moaning as they loved each other.

“Come on, “Ashlie moaned as she fumbled with the harness and her skirt. She had drawn in up her thighs, but her pleats were getting in the way of adjusting it. She danced around in a circle, her breasts swaying.

“Goddamn, this is getting hot!” Starr moaned, her pussy clenching down so hard on my futa-dick. “Oh, wow, Becky, yes, I’m going to cum on your dick!”

“Everyone’s cumming!” I moaned, one of the masturbating referees erupting, his cum splattering the grass.

“Everyone!” Starr howled. Her pussy spasmed about my cock. Juices bathed my fingers rubbing at her clit. “Yes!”

I shuddered, my back arching, my tits heaving before me as I fucked her convulsing pussy so hard. I pumped away at her pregnant snatch, feeling her silky depths sucking at my cum. She wanted my jizz spurting into her.

Starring up at the open, blue sky over the U-shaped stadium, I groaned and erupted. My futa-cum spurted out of my dick. It pumped into Starr’s hungry pussy. Pleasure surged through me. Stars danced across my vision as I stared up at that perfect sky, my tits heaving.

This was the best. The crowd screamed their excitement, knowing I was cumming in Starr. I shivered, letting go of her tit to wave at my fans as I pumped blast after blast of my futa-jizz into her depths.

Ecstasy drowned my mind. I felt like a rock star. A queen. I loved it.

“I hope you have enough left for me,” Sabrina moaned.

I blinked and saw the caramel-skinned cheerleader standing before me, Jason’s white cum matting her brown bush, her tits heaving, her face flushed. Her green eyes bore down on me with such intensity. Behind her, her boyfriend jerked his Black cock, staring at her.

“I may have messed up things with Tavon for this,” Sabrina said. “So you better deliver, Becky.”

“Oh, she will,” Ashlie moaned. “Got it!” Her golden dildo thrust through the purple pleats of her cheerleader skirt, advertising UW’s colors.

“Ooh, yes, yes, you got to fuck her,” Starr moaned, crawling forward, her pussy sliding off my dick with a wet plop. A stream of white jizz ran down her thighs. Starr froze, looking back at me. “Wait, I thought you were allergic to men’s cum.”

“Allergic?” I asked as Sabrina hurried forward, her naked, flushed body so eager to be enjoyed. She fell to her knees before me, her breasts bouncing.

“Well, yeah, I read that in the Rolling Stone interview.” Starr turned around, kneeling, hands braced on her thighs. “Your ex’s cum is what triggered your transformation, right? I mean, your dick’s like an allergic reaction.”

“Oh, well, no, it’s only men’s cum in my pussy my body doesn’t like,” I said as Sabrina whirled around and presented her caramel rump at me. “I’ve fucked plenty of girls after a guy’s used them. Sloppy seconds are a lot of fun. The girl’s so juicy.”

“You are wild, Becky.” Starr gave me a big grin as she shoved her hands between her thighs.

“Don’t waste that cum,” groaned Tavon, his black cock out, his hand stroking it as I prepared to penetrate his girlfriend. “Make Sabrina eat it out of your pussy.”

“Holy shit, yes!” Starr moaned. “Damn, your boyfriend’s just whipped, isn’t he? Just likes watching you enjoy other people’s cum.”

“I guess so,” Sabrina moaned, wiggling her hips at me, her brown pubic hair stained with Jason’s cum. It matted her curls as it flowed out of her pink depths. “But I love that idea. I want to eat all of Becky’s cum out of you.”

“BECKY!

CLAP! CLAP!

I rubbed the tip of my girl-dick to her cum-stained muff, Jason’s spunk staining the tip as I maneuvered to the entrance of her pussy. I found it just as Starr moved into position, spreading her thighs wide. Sabrina lowered her face and feasted right as I thrust into her pussy.

I groaned as I sank into the rival cheerleader’s cunt. Sabrina moaned into Starr’s muff. Tavon grunted, fisting his ebony shaft faster. He watched with such hungry eyes as I cuckolded him. I pumped my girl-dick over and over into his girlfriend’s snatch while the world watched.

“I’m going to breed her, Tavon. Your girlfriend’s belly is going to get round with my baby!”

“Fuck,” he groaned, his face twisting, his dreadlocks swaying about his shoulder pads stretching out his green jersey.

“Yes, yes, he’s going to breed her,” Starr moaned. “Oh, my god, but she loves futa-cum. She’s just licking out every drop of Becky’s cum out of my snatch. Mmm, she loves it.”

“Yeah, she does,” groaned Ashlie.

My cheer captain fell to her knees behind me. I shuddered, squirming on the grass as I fucked Sabrina. As I drew back my hips, the tip of Ashlie’s dildo nuzzled into the lips of my pussy, her toy sticking through the pleated folds of my skirt. I shuddered, thrusting forward. When I drew back the second time, Ashlie had moved closer. My pussy lips spread about the tip of her shaft, just enjoying its girth before I rammed forward.

I groaned on the thirst time, half her dildo sliding into my cunt. I whimpered, my pussy clenching down on it as slammed my hips forward, burying into the sloppy heaven of Sabrina’s snatch. My breasts bounced before me.

I drew back a fourth time. Her toy filled me.

My back arched as Ashlie thrust forward with me. The dildo chased my pussy, keeping it stuffed full as I rammed into Sabrina’s cunt. Ashlie’s round breasts pressed into my back, her nipples rubbing on my skin as her arms shot around me. She grabbed my breasts, moaning into my ear.

“Fuck her so hard!” moaned Ashlie as our hips moved together. “Pound that little Duck slut! Breed her pussy while her wimpy boyfriend watches!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, my pussy clenching down on the withdrawing dildo.

I chased Ashlie’s sex toy, wanting to be filled by its girth. My futa-cock slid back out of Sabrina’s pussy, the sloppy friction sending pleasure surging down my shaft to my cunt. I shuddered as Ashlie then thrust forward, driving my clit-dick deep into Sabrina’s pussy again.

The Duck cheerleader moaned into Starr’s cunt, her arms wrapped around my teammate’s thighs. Starr shuddered, her round tits jiggling as she humped against Sabrina’s feasting mouth. All of us were moaning and groaning, our feminine delight mixing, merging with the cheers of the crowd.

“BREED HER!”

CLAP! CLAP!

“BREED HER!

CLAP! CLAP!

“Dawg fans want Becky to breed the captain of the Duck’s cheer squad!” the announcer’s voice boomed. “They want her to put a Husky baby in her belly. I think we call can agree that’s so hot. Even Sabrina’s own boyfriend, the Duck’s quarterback Tavon Jackson, finds irresistible getting cuckolded.”

“Yes, yes, breed her,” Ashlie moaned, pumping her dildo away, dictating the pace of our fucking.

I shuddered, matching the rhythm of my cheer captain’s hips. I moved with her, pulling back and thrusting forward as she churned my pussy to a froth with that amazing toy. I shuddered, the pleasure rippling through my body. I whimpered and groaned, my girl-dick savoring Sabrina’s sloppy pussy.

She wiggled her hips, her caramel rump slamming back into my thrusts. Her butt-cheeks jiggled from the impact. I groaned, the pleasure building and building in me. This was so hot. So exciting. It sent such a wicked thrill through me to do this before everyone.

The skycam moved down the field. I glanced at it, knowing the camera dangling from the pulleys over the stadium was capturing my tits gripped by Ashlie’s hands, my blonde hair dancing about my flushed face, my hips thrusting forward, fucking Sabrina so hard. A thrill ran through me as I smiled at it.

Let America watch the first futa enjoy herself. I hoped women across America were inflamed by this. That their lusts ignited between their thighs. I hoped they masturbated tonight or fucked their partners thinking about my girl-dick breeding their pussies.

“BREED HER!”

CLAP! CLAP!

“Yes, yes, breed me!” Sabrina howled.

“Do it,” Tavon groaned.

“Mmm, yes, yes, just keep making her squeal into my pussy, Becky!” Starr gasped, pulling on her pink nipples.

Then Ashlie did something that shocked me. She pulled back so far her dildo popped out of my cunt. I gasped, frozen in my thrusts, my pussy so empty. I threw a look over my shoulder as Ashlie released my right boob. Then the wet dildo pressed between the cheeks of my ass. Lubed by my pussy cream, she found my sphincter.

Thrust.

“Holy shit!” I gasped as the dildo slammed into my asshole. My bowels stretched about the toy. My eyes squeezed shut as the heat shot through me. My heart hammered in my chest, my breasts bouncing before me. That hot shaft buried to the hilt into my bowels, driving me deep into Sabrina’s cunt.

“Mmm, yes, yes,” groaned Ashlie. “How do you like me fucking your bowels?”

“It’s incredible!” I panted as she pulled back.

My hips followed her, drawing my dick out of Sabrina’s cunt. I had to follow Ashlie’s lead. My girl-cock popped out of the cheerleader’s pussy. She moaned into Starr’s cunt as I repositioned, sliding my soaked shaft up through her taint to her own puckered asshole. Nestled between her caramel butt-cheeks, I found her backdoor.

“Becky!” she gasped as Ashlie thrust forward.

I sodomized the cheer-captain of the Ducks.

My futa-dick slammed to the hilt in her bowels. Her velvety heat engulfed me. Her asshole swallowed my girl-dick. I groaned in utter delight as I speared to the hilt in her. My breasts heaved, Ashlie’s hands groping my tits again.

Sabrina’s head bolted up from Starr’s pussy. She whipped around to stare back at me, pussy cream glistening on her lips and chin. Her green eyes smoldered with passion. Her asshole clenched down hard on my futa-cock as I drew back, the tight friction sending rapture shooting to my cunt.

“No, no, my pussy!” howled Sabrina. “Fuck my pussy! You can’t breed my asshole!”

“Mmm, she’s got a point,” Ashlie moaned, thrusting her dildo hard into my bowels, slamming my dick deep into Sabrina’s rectum.

The cheerleader groaned with me, her eyes squeezing shut as I buried into her. My crotch smacked her rump, her butt-cheeks jiggling. My pussy clenched and my bowels clamped down on the dildo buried in me.

“You can’t breed her pussy,” Ashlie continued, pumping her hips, fucking my bowels while I fucked Sabrina’s asshole.

“True,” I groaned.

“Please, please, fuck my pussy!” she groaned, her asshole clenching down on my withdrawing cock like she didn’t want it to leave her. Pleasure crossed her face as I slammed back into her asshole’s depths. “I need to be bred! You promised. I fucked Jason!”

“She did!” Tavon groaned, fisting his dick. “Please, Becky, fuck her pussy! Breed her.”

“Yes, yes, breed her,” the girl with the platinum-blonde pigtails moaned. “Then breed me. I’m next.”

“Even though my cock’s just been in your asshole, Sabrina?” I moaned, thrusting so hard into her as Ashlie fucked my bowels. “It’s all dirty. But you still want me to breed you?”

“I don’t care!” she howled. “I just want to be bred.”

“You heard her,” Ashlie moaned and ripped her dildo out of my asshole. She brought the tip down to my pussy. “Fuck her pussy with that dirty cock.”

I shuddered, a wave of depraved heat sliding through me. “Ooh, you are a filthy slut, Ashlie.”

She squeezed my tits. “Better give that cheerleader slut what she wants.”

I groaned, and drew back my hips to pull my futa-dick out of Sabrina’s asshole. This caused my cunt to engulf Ashlie’s dirty dildo. My pussy clamped down on the slick surface, buffing it clean of my asshole. It was so nasty. It made my dick throb as I brought down to Sabrina’s pussy.

“Fuck her with that dirty cock!” hissed Starr as she yanked Sabrina’s head back down between her thighs.

“Fuck me! Breed me!” howled Sabrina before she went back to feasting on my teammate’s cunt.

I thrust forward. Ashlie chased me, keeping that thick dildo buried in my cunt. My futa-dick buried into Sabrina’s sloppy cunt. Her juicy depths engulfed my cock, her silky walls clamping down, scrubbing my cock clean of her asshole.

My entire body shuddered at how depraved this was. I doubt anyone watching had any real clue what had happened. That I fucked my cock fresh from Sabrina’s asshole through her pussy while Ashlie did the same to me with that delicious dildo.

“I’m going to breed you, cheerleader-slut!” I moaned, pumping away.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Starr howled, grinding her cunt against Sabrina’s mouth. “Devour me! Make me cum while she breeds you, whore!”

Sabrina just moaned and wiggled her hips, swirling her pussy around my dirty cock. She buffed my dick clean as my orgasm swelled through me. The double stimulation mixing with the depraved delight of enjoying the dildo in my cunt fresh from my asshole shuddered through me. I thrust so hard, so fast, building towards my orgasm.

Ashlie groaned, fucking me so hard, too. Her hands squeezed my tits, groping them as she fucked me with all her passion. She hammered my pussy, driving my futa-dick so hard and deep into Sabrina’s sloppy cunt.

“Cum in her,” Ashlie hissed into my ear. Then she nipped my earlobe.

“You have to cum in her!” Tavon groaned, his face twisting in rapture. “Fuck!”

His cock erupted. His cum spurted onto the sun-kissed grass. A few powerful spurts as he reveled in watching his girlfriend being our whore. Sabrina moaned into Starr’s pussy, the cheerleader-slut’s cunt clamping down so hard on my dirty dick as I fucked her.

Then she joined her boyfriend in ecstasy. Her pussy writhed about my dick. Her flesh convulsed, milking me. I groaned, my dick throbbing as I pumped away at her orgasming cunt. I could feel her hunger to be breed. That aching need.

“Cum in her!” her teammate moaned, rubbing her sloppy cunt, her blonde pigtails dancing around he shoulders. “Do it! Then breed me!”

Ashlie rammed home her dildo into my cunt, driving my hips forward. I groaned, my futa-dick drinking in the convulsing flesh of Sabrina’s pussy. My crown pressed into her cervix, the entrance to her womb. It quivered, eager for my cum.

I gave it to her.

“BREED HER!”

CLAP! CLAP1

My futa-cum spurted into her hungry pussy. I groaned, the pleasure surging through my body as I unloaded into her snatch. I shuddered and shivered, my breasts jiggling in Ashlie’s hands as every eruption of girl-spunk shot ecstasy through my body.

My pussy convulsed about the thick dildo. Ashlie kept fucking me, driving that shaft over and over into my spasming depths. My hands clenched at Sabrina’s hips as her cunt milked my cock dry while waves of rapture washed through my body.

Dual delights burying my mind in ecstasy.

“BREED HER!”

CLAP! CLAP!

“Yes, yes, yes!” Ashlie grunted, her fingers digging into my tits. She rammed her fake cock into my pussy’s depths. She tremble behind me, her nipples rubbing into my back. “You’re breeding the slut. You’re breeding our rival.”

“Go, Becky!” Mei Wen moaned, the Chinese cheerleader trembling, her ass pressed into Immaculada’s brown rump, both flushed-face and panting.

“You slut!” Starr moaned, bathing the cheerleader-slut in pussy cream. She spasmed on the grass, squeezing her round tits.

Deniece and Celia appeared around us, holding their purple-and-gold pompoms. They shook them up in the air, their faces stained with each other’s pussy juices. They did a high-kick, crying out, preparing for a cheer.

Ashlie ripped her dildo out of me and hopped to her feet, facing the crowd with a sex toy dripping in my pussy cream. Starr staggered to her feet and joined them, followed by Immaculada and Mei Wen, the double-headed dildo remaining in the Hispanic cheerleader’s cunt. It swayed between her thighs as she took position.

I pulled my cock cock out of Sabrina’s pussy as Ashlie led the cheer:

Huskies Stand UP!

Stand up and Scream

The best school yellin’ for the number one futa

Let’s hear it for the Huskies

The purple and gold

Cheering the Number one futa

The best futa is hard

Go purple and gold

Let’s go Dawgs

Go big purple

The futa’s gonna fuck!

As my squad chanted, Sabrina fell to onto her belly, her thighs apart, my cum leaking. The Vietnamese-looking cheerleader with the short hair, scurried forward and buried her face between her cheer captain’s thighs, licking up my cream. At the same moment, the cheerleader with the blonde pigtails wiggled her ass at me, her shaved pussy gaping open, a UW football player’s cum running out of her twat.

“You heard your squad’s cheer! You got to fuck me!” she moaned. “Breed me.”

I moved up to her, grabbing one blonde pigtail. “What’s your name, slut?”

“Isadora!” she howled as I rammed my futa-dick into her sloppy cunt, so eager to breed her like I had Sabrina. Other Duck cheerleaders appeared, bodies flushed, cum staining their thighs, their eyes smoldering.

They all wanted to be bred.

“BREED HER!”

CLAP! CLAP!

I listened to my fans. I pounded her so hard. I rammed my girl-dick into her silky pussy like I’d never enjoyed a cunt before. I gripped both her pigtails, pulling on them as I used her pussy. My dick ached and throbbed in her cunt while she moaned and gasped her pleasure. She shuddered back into me, bucking her hips, crying out her rapture.

And the rest of the girls cued up, eager to be bred. I would have so many new daughters in nine months. In nineteen years, the University of Oregon could field an entire cheer squad made up of my daughters, a second generation of cheerleaders.

What an exhilarating rush.

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

April 17th, 2047

“Isadora was a great fuck,” I purred, staring at the audience, watching my past self fucking her hard, holding onto one of her pigtails. “I pounded her hard. Her tight cunt brought me off so fast. I filled her to the hilt with my cum.”

“You are just jackhammering her,” groaned Adelia, her caramel cheeks flushed. “It’s so stunning to watch you fucking. The cameras captured it in so many different angles.”

On the screen by the couch, I smiled as I watched the recording of the broadcast. The cameras kept cutting to from close up of my tits, to my face flushed and burning with passion, to wider shots showing off my breasts bouncing, my hands pulling on Isadora’s platinum-blonde pigtails.

My futa-cock throbbed like I could still feel her pussy wrapped around my dick.

“Look at those tits bouncing,” groaned Adelia. “Are they still as perky?”

“They’ve got a little sag and are a little softer, but my wife loves them.”

The audience laughed. Adelia nodded her head. “I bet.”

“The game got underway after I bred Isadora,” I said. “I kept my fucking to the sideline. The first quarter was just coming to an end when I finally finished breeding the last of the cheerleaders. Both teams kept having penalties that stopped the game clock.”

“Distracted by you.”

I winked at her. “Wouldn’t you be if you were watching me fucking a naked cheerleader and pumping her full of my baby-making spunk?”

“I would!” a woman cried.

“You can breed me right now, Madam President!”

My futa-dick throbbed. I shuddered and then said, “But the teams had regained their focus after that. Mostly. The Huskies were really driven to win. A lot more relaxed than the ducks. But then they did get to enjoy all that cheerleader pussy.”

“In the end, the Ducks lost the game badly,” Adelia said, a big smile on her lips. “57 to 3. Their quarterback just couldn’t focus. He threw seven interceptions and more incomplete passes than I can count.”

“Couldn’t stop thinking about the president breeding his girlfriend,” someone shouted from the audience.

A great uproar went through them, clapping and applauding. I shivered, that rush of a crowd cheering for me never got old. It was the sweetest narcotic in the world. My back straightened, my nipples poking at my dress, my pussy so wet and juicy, and my futa-cock thrusting hard against my skirt. I breathed it in, beaming at them.

When they died down, I added, “Or maybe he was thinking about watching Sabrina with another guy. When she appeared on the beauty contest, she claimed he was always finding other guys to fuck her pregnant body. She worked her way through the entire Duck’s football team through her two years at college and I believe every rival team’s quarterback got to enjoy her before the game.”

“Some men just love being cuckolded,” Adelia said. “So it’s not surprising that Tavon married Sabrina. Though he never went pro, he found some success as politics, serving for the last eight years as one of Oregon’s Representatives in Congress.”

I blinked at that. I had met a Tavon Jackson during my time as presidency and never realized he was the same person. What a small world it could be some times.

I shifted in my seat. “Well, the fall out from this game was interesting. It led to my first live interview, and that’s a story all in of itself that I’ll tell next. And then there’s the beauty pageant that sparked off of it, one I still judge every year.”

“Well, you do provide the contestants to Miss Bred Universe,” Adelia said and gave a wicked laugh. “I’m sure many of those virgins you deflower are hoping to make it through their state and countries’ pageant circuit to win that crown.”

“Probably,” I said, leaning back. “I guess we should talk about that interview with Amelia McCreery.”

“We will, but first we have to have a break and hear a word from our wondrous sponsors.”

My futa-dick quivered as I noticed the hot look in Adelia’s eyes, her thighs pressed so tight together. She parted them, her skirt sliding up her caramel thighs, showing off the glistening delight of her pussy-stained thighs.

“Oh, yes, that’s very important,” I moaned, my futa-dick throbbing.

I glanced at my wife, still enjoying my futa-cum. She winked her brilliant, blue eye at me. God, I loved her so much. She knew just what I needed.

“When we come back, we’ll continue our retrospective on the life of President Becky Woodward, the world’s first futa,” Adelia husked.

“And, we’re clear,” the slender, spiky-haired producer said.

Adelia pounced on me, her lusts finally driven out of control.

The END of This Tale of the World’s First Futa

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my gf meets my fuck buddy

So, you use each other for sex, and nothing else? I thought only men can do that? Danielle said with one incredulous tilted eye brow.

‘Not all men!’ I started to protest but backed down realizing the fault in my logic. ‘She’s a scientist, she’s expert at clinical detachment.’

I had gotten a call from Shannon, my ‘release-valve,’ I’ll say. More to the point, we were each other’s relieve for primal needs. She’s busy in the lab, and I with my studies. But now my situation has changed a bit, to put it modestly. I’d made my mind to call off our ‘arrangement.’

‘Oh, I don’t mean you, sweetheart.’ Danielle pinched my cheek like an aunt would a child and quickly moved on.

She put her hands on her waist and walked to the end of her apartment without speaking, turned around, still not looking at me. Her heels clicked in time with her swaying butt. Looking at her red hair, her hour glass figure in that white sun dress and blue pumps is causing some stir down below.

‘So, you use each other for sex once a quarter for the past two years and, miraculously, you have no feelings for each other? She hasn’t fallen for you?’ She said with some interest with the other incredulous tilted eye brow. ‘How is that possible, I mean, come on, look at my man!’ She came over and pawed my pecs and abs.

‘She really is focused on her work, Danielle. Look, forget about her; I’ll drop you off at my place and I’ll her I’m done.’ I insisted; it’s the right thing to do.

‘Hmm,’ Danielle continued her pondering, ‘now I’m intrigued. I’d like to meet her, Liam. Your dad’s restaurant won’t mind if we were a party of three, would they?’ Now, I’m frowning.

Danielle moved in close, whispering while she smoothed my shirt. ‘You are not my first boy, but this Shannon could be my first girl.’ She smiled mischievously.

I swallowed hard. Oh hell, this is gonna get complicated…

Half hour later we were standing at the front door of Nighties-n-Naughties. I double checked the address; I was sure Shannon meant shopping for her lab, but it seemed she had other ideas.

Danielle and I exchanged looks. Hers was excitement, mine was uh-oh.

Someone waved to us from the back of the store; a blonde wearing a halter black dress and a huge smile. There was eager anticipation in her eyes and gestures, like someone finding a loved one at an airport arrival.

Danielle leaned over, ‘that is one confident woman wearing that tight top without a bra!’ I had also noted the protruding nipples.

Danielle took my hand and led the way in. She looked around and made comments about ‘later.’ I couldn’t hear much of it. I was putting the finishing touches on the introduction and my explanation why I had to stop our quarterly fuck meets. I took a deep breath unknowingly too loudly, I looked over at Danielle and gave her an apologetic smile.

‘Shannon? Shannon!’ I finally realized who the black dress was. My second thought was, wow, how did she get that size so quickly? She’s only, what, a size 4? 6,maybe? The only plus size about this hot blonde was her smile.

‘Hi, Liam! See anything different about me?’ Shannon and her huge grin skipped over to peck me on the cheek. She did a twirl on her heels that made her short skirt flutter, like Marilyn’s did when the train passed by. I now recall how I’d think about her mesmerizing smile and baritone voice, and the way she squirms and screams when she oozed her love lotion.

I snuck a guilty peek at Danielle, she gazed at Shannon; her eyes said she wanted more.

‘Shannon, you look great!’ I tried hard to keep my voice at Friendly. I held Danielle’s hand tight. I had a feeling Shannon was trying hard not to notice it.

‘Looks like all that time at the lab is paying off, Liam! You are looking at the next big thing. I stumbled onto a compound that dissolves cellulose and fats at a molecular level, oh listen to me ramble. My rats showed good results, but Dr. By-The-Book wouldn’t let me test it on volunteers, s..’

‘So you took the drug yourself?!’ Danielle burst out like a child who can’t wait to guess the ending of a story. My heart melted a little.

‘um…serum…you can’t call it a drug until you have completed petitions to the…um..Hi, I’m Shannon.’ Shannon said flatly. She was annoyed that she finally had to acknowledge Danielle.

‘Hi, Shannon, I’m Danielle.’ They shook hands; Shannon’s was a little limp.

OK, here we go.

‘Um, Shannon,’ I stammered,’ I need to talk to you.’ Shannon looked at our linked hands and lowered her eyes; they suddenly shined.

Before I can continue, Danielle said, ‘I think you look amazing, Shannon, you’d be totally hot in these.’ She handed her a small apple green strappy thing.

‘um, yes, you do, and, uh, you would.’ I chimed in on instinct.

I was completely caught off guard by Danielle’s interruption and wondered how to bring the conversation back on course.

Danielle shook my hand off and grabbed Shannon’s. Before she can refuse they were in an empty changing room. An older attendant with wavy brunette curls and great curves watched them then went back to her duties. She stole sultry looks at me adding to the awkwardness.

‘Shannon, Liam told me about your arrangement. You ought to know that I think it’s great that you found what you needed in each other.’ Danielle said matter-of-factly. She was untwining the green thing.

‘And you want me to stop, because he’s with you now.’ Shannon reciprocated the professional tone, wanted to finish Danielle’s thought.

Danielle looked in Shannon’s eye for a moment. Just enough to make both of them shake with excitement and anticipation. ‘Not exactly,’ Danielle stroked Shannon’s blonde hair, her glistening lips whispered, ‘I’m saying I want in.’ She leaned in and kissed Shannon ear and licked her lobe.

Shannon felt an uncomfortable erotic tingle, but the changing room was inconveniently small and Danielle’s hot cinnamony breath was so enticing that she gave up her resistance after only a limp attempt. She turned to meet Danielle’s lips with her own.

Shannon let out a breath as they gently kissed. Am I really kissing a girl? Her lips are so soft. She’s hot in that white dress. Is it ok that I’m so turned by this red head?

Danielle broke the kiss and quietly heaved to catch her breath. Shannon wiped the corners of her mouth and looking lustily at Danielle. Who IS this red head?

Danielle unfolded the negligee and said, ‘put it on.’ Shannon undressed slowly keeping eye contact with Danielle. She had gained confidence through her success in the lab. She didn’t mind showing her curves wrapped in white lace half bra and panties to a complete stranger.

A complete gorgeous stranger with curves as luscious as her own. A stranger who now owns her secret love. The secret love she corralled inside for the past year. The secret love she is now in danger of losing.

Danielle understood this but choose to ignore all the same feelings she’d felt from another time, a time before she gathered up the courage going to the study session with Liam as her true self.

Walking thru the door in her heels only to see Liam staring at underclass girls playing billiards made her chuckle, and the treasures her leap of faith exchanged is much more than she could’ve hope for. What she and Liam shared in their souls had to be what Jane Austen wished for her characters.

In shared silence Shannon put on the thong slowly, taking care to show off her round butt. Danielle giggled and put a hand on it. Shannon playfully shook in response.

Shannon had made sure she was extra smooth and soft before meeting Liam. She wanted to show him how a newly-thin girl can do the moves he loved with so much more nimbleness and agility. And now with Danielle’s fascinated stare, she felt her under-used love parts was about serve another purpose.

‘Smoke on the water; I like it.’ Danielle said.

‘Hmm? oh that.’ Shannon caught herself then blushed. The little tune she hummed when she was nervous had finally been called out.

Who IS this red head cutie?

Shannon’s breasts were really too big for the green lingerie top, and that was a convenient excuse to begin the next leap.

‘Can you help me clip this?’ Shannon gathered her breasts with both hands and presented them to Danielle. Danielle, as if never done this before, fumbled with the clips, then said, ‘oh, Shannon, I can’t get it clipped.’

‘oh well.’ Shannon let them drop.

Danielle stared at them for a while, and said, with all sincerity. ‘Shannon, you have gorgeous breasts.’

A soft cough came from the next dressing room. Danielle and Shannon looked at each other and stifled a giggle.

Shannon took a step forward. Danielle held them in her hands, lightly fondled them then lowered her head to kiss each gently. Shannon’s sigh was one part pleasure two parts apprehension. Was she really going to give Liam’s new girl the rights to those belong to him exclusively for the past one year, 10 months and three weeks?

Her attention was whipped back by the light pinch of Danielle’s lips on her nipple. She felt the same electricity when Liam played with them first. She let them get hard and felt the tingle down to her girl parts. It felt so good that she let out a loud sigh; she hadn’t realized she’d been holding her breath.

Danielle raised a hand to the breast she wasn’t kissing and rubbed the nipple. Shannon ran her fingers thru Danielle’s hair and pressed her head to her breasts. Danielle’s other hand massaged her now-toned belly, the belly she couldn’t wait to show Liam, and moved southward. Shannon tensed with each progressing millimeter. When Danielle’s fingers pried open the top of the g-string, Shannon thought, if she keep this up, I’m gonna have to buy it.

Danielle’s fingernails matched the color of her hair. They crept under the apple green barrier and felt the smoothness beneath.

‘So that’s what a girl feels like.’ Danielle whispered, as if to herself. ‘Hmmm, that feels nice.’

Shannon felt her face flush with and erotic heat. She put her hands on Danielle’s breasts and squeezed lightly. They weren’t big, but very firm. She felt the soft lingerie and erect nipples underneath. She secretly compared herself with Liam’s new girl. Breasts, advantage me.

Shannon continued her massage while Danielle’s finger touched her womanhood. She lightly took in a breath when her love bead felt a woman’s touch for the first time. She leaned back and Danielle’s hand moved a bit faster causing delicious friction on her clit.

Shannon whispered, ‘Danielle, you are making me so hot.’ Danielle smiled and hastened her pace, first up and down, then side to side. Her fingers glistened with her love juice.

‘Yes, Danielle, yes! Yes! Just like that, oh! Right there!’ Danielle quickened her magic down below while pinching hard her nipples.

Shannon was close. So close that she braced for the final delirious explosion. She needed to feel Danielle’s body. She pulled her close and caressed Danielle’s buttocks. Shannon only got hornier by Danielle’s soft moans and lust in her eyes. She moved a hand down wanting to reciprocate the favor.

Danielle pushed back suddenly and dropped to her knees. The red head disappeared under her skirt. Shannon stifled a scream when she felt a soft warm tongue on her clit.

From the next stall Shannon heard a loud moan.

She grabbed Danielle’s head as her tongue began a 2nd round of ecstasy. Up and down and round and round Danielle’s tongue moved. She switched between long slides and short darts. Her lips, her folds and her bead were treated with such attention that Shannon rolled her eyes back and thought she might faint from pleasure.

Shannon was really flowing now, she heard her suitor slurping her juices. The erotic noise stoked her wild fire within to new heights. Her insides tightened with the oncoming orgasm. She breathed, Danielle, oh god, I’m cumming, baby, I’m cumming, keep going, right there, I’m cumming!

She came a split moment after Danielle’s tongue parted her lips and entered her hole. The sensation of another woman’s smooth warm flesh was too much for her to hold still. Her knees buckled and her head jerked as she spasmmed.

Danielle emerged from under her skirt glistening from sweat and cum. Shannon grabbed Danielle and kissed her hard on the lips, tasting her own must, which ran down Danielle’s cheeks and chin and dripped on their dresses.

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Shortly after the brunette watched my girls going into the changing room, she appeared at my side and softly said, ‘I would offer a ‘may I help you’ but it seems you will be helped plenty by those two.’ Her name tag said ‘Region Director Rose.’

I felt a hot flash streak across my face,’it’s not what you think,’ I don’t think she heard me as she entered the stall next to Danielle and Shannon’s.

Now she emerged from the tiny room with messy hair and crumpled clothes. She seemed to be out of breath too. She looked me over like a lioness looking at a herd of gazelles, ‘oh yes, you’ll be helped plenty by those two. Here’s my number, I get off at eleven thirty.’ As she breezed by I swear I smelled a woman’s musty cum on her waving hand.

I paced the store to prepare myself for what the girls had in mind.

Once Danielle got this fascination out of her system, I will end it with Shannon, I decided. Sure I would think about her occasionally; our sessions had become more fun and adventurous lately. Shannon’s scientist’s training meant she was willing to try anything once. We’d tried bondage, either of us liked it. Shannon liked spanking but I didn’t. I just didn’t see how pain can give her so much pleasure. She even designed an attachment on her lab tables to masturbate with. We experimented with rubber toys, and she didn’t care for it. She thought it was a little creepy to reverse roles. She did like another kind of toy, though. The vibrations got her thru until our next meeting.

I aimless wandered the store and found myself in front of a full length mirror. 6’2, 240 at 8% body fat. I had just maxed at 365lbs on the bench this morning. This black suit wasn’t tailored but the fit is good. I worked hard to keep my body in top form and condition. Not for vanity reasons, mind you. I simply believe that physical appearance played an important role in our dysfunctional society and I will take every advantage to be ahead of the curve.

Danielle liked going to the gym with me. She liked catching guys gawking at her in her cut off shirt and short shorts. I liked it that she had all the attention. My girl deserved to be lusted as her true self.

I also enjoyed the after-workout clean-up. Danielle would lather and wash me then treat me to luxurious torment with her mouth and hands. Being the loving boyfriend I always wanted to reciprocate. She’s not always in the mood, but when she was, we are usually late to our morning classes.

Danielle’s shapely hips looked even more tantalizing when she glistened with sweat. Her clitoris was deliciously alabaster with a pink top. She liked when I stroked it while…

I heard giggles and saw Danielle and Shannon hand in hand bounding towards me. Shannon’s blonde mane was no longer perfect, and Danielle’s dress was missing its top button. Their faces looked freshly made-up and I noticed a little bite mark on Danielle’s neck.

I’m not sure if I’m ready for what the girls had in mind…

‘Shannon looks stunning in these, Liam! Let’s take these also, sweets.’ A red number even smaller than the green one.

I turned towards the cash register. Regional Manager was waiting for me with hungry eyes. Behind me Danielle’s whispers made Shannon’s hearty laughter ring through the store.

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“Hi, Jake, it’s good to see you again.’ My father’s trusted captain had salt and pepper hair that paired well with a warm and knowing smile. ‘How are you, Liam!’ We shook hands; he smelled of an old fashioned cologne. ‘Sorry to do this to you; can you make us a table for three?’ I said sheepishly.

If he knew something was up with me and these two girls he didn’t let on. Years of dealing with people taught him the art of subtlety.

He led us toward the kitchen. I sighed a little, no, Jake, tonight is one night I would rather not be in The Grotto.

Sure enough, Jake sat me and the girls in a small booth near the kitchen. It’s the most coveted seats in the joint for its privacy.

Danielle slid in first, flashing plenty of her womanly legs that turned more than a few heads. Shannon, not to be outdone, bent over to fetch an imaginary thing on the ground only to show off her perfectly shaped ass to the south half of the restaurant.

I winced and gave Jake an apologetic look; I truly had no idea the girls would behave like a couple of girls-gone-crazy video sluts. Jake gave me a gentle squeeze on the shoulder as he laid out the menus. I returned half a smile and said, ‘I know, I will.’

Our waiter, a newbie named Dylan, wasn’t so discreet. He dropped the butter dish when he caught sight of the two vixens. The poor guy didn’t know which to drool over as they were one-upping each other tickling his itch. When Dylan arrived with our waters Danielle had one dress strap off. When Dylan came back with our appetizers Shannon had two buttons opens giving Dylan a view of her right nipple, the larger pinker one. Shannon kissed Danielle just as Dylan delivered our drinks. I swear I heard a puppy-like whine from the guy.

Danielle insisted on riding with Danielle on the way here. It just made more sense, she said, instead of drawing a map and confuse everyone.

Now I see that I was the only confused one.

I’ll admit, when Danielle said she wanted Shannon to be her first girl my stomach fluttered with erotic possibilities. But the more I thought about it, the more dangerous the situation can be.

I felt a hand on my shoulder; it was Shannon’s to my left. ‘Liam, Danielle told me how you met.’

Gulp. Here we go.

‘Ya, Stats sucked. But we worked well together.’ I said quietly. Danielle to my left wasn’t paying attention. She was looking over her shoulder into the bustling kitchen.

‘Yes, you did. Look where she is now.’ Shannon’s tone turned a bit sour.

‘Hey, we agreed, no strings, remember?’ I argued.

‘Yes, but you are a hard habit to break, boy…’ she said sultrily. ‘I lay awake nights, Liam, thinking about you.’

I knew, because I did also. I picked my salad fork and remained quiet. Danielle was still turned the other way.
‘You know what I’d do when I get like that, Liam? You know what I do when you are all I want?’ She took my hand under the table and put it on her thigh. Her other hand slid up my own making circles with her nails.

I instinctively slid away at the suddenness of her move. Danielle caught me on the other side and whispered in my ear. ‘It’s ok, Liam, just enjoy this. I love you.’ She said my full name.

I was now glad we were at The Grotto where lighting hid us almost completely out of sight. The shock on my face would’ve made unsuspecting patron thought I found a bomb under the table.

This, of course, is exactly what happened.

Shannon’s hands moved up my thighs, found my half-erect penis and massaged it. I closed my eyes, let out a sigh allowing myself to enjoy it.

‘I miss you.’ She said my full name. I opened my eye, looking guiltily at Danielle. She kissed me full and lovingly. ‘It’s ok.’

Danielle reached over and opened my belt under the table to give Shannon access to what she craved.

That was the permission Shannon needed. Her hand hungrily slithered in my shorts and grabbed me like a baseball player handling his bat. She squeezed me up and down, feeling every pulsing vein. Her hand was a bit rougher than Danielle’s, but the nimbleness of her fingers made for exciting sensations.

Shannon pushed up against me with her eyes closed. Her heavy sighs said she’s getting close to what her heart had longed for.

With the hand still on Shannon’s thigh, I hiked up her flimsy skirt and moved closer to what I’ve dreamed about more and more lately. I smiled at her smoothness. I whispered, ‘you remembered.’ Shannon preferred to be au natural, but she knew I loved her bald.

Shannon whispered back, ‘it’s all yours, my love.’ I went ahead and assumed that this statement also had the consent of my lover to my right and let the sentiment envelop me.

Shannon’s hand continued to get reacquainted with my rod. First she lightly held it to feel the veins and folds, then she tightened her grip to feel it pulse. Finally she started stroking it. I moaned a little with every touch. Shannon knew I liked it when she took her time.

I was surprised to find the green strappy lingerie under her black dress. Had she changed on her way here? Danielle must have helped her – it’s just shy of sopping wet.

Shannon felt soft and smooth under the thong. I always liked women’s private area. The skin is always without blemish and smooth. It’s just nice to admire and feel. I like the way they giggle when you gently blow past their lips and clit.

My fingers felt Shannon’s lips and her shook a bit. Shannon sighed. I pushed her legs wider and stroked those fat luscious lips. My fingers were instantly soaked with her love potion. I parted her lips but took my time getting to her bead.

Above the table Shannon was stifling loud moans on my shoulder. I felt her teeth biting into me. I smiled knowing how much pleasure and pain this is bringing my lover.

I continued to run big circles around her lips, finally putting a finger tip on her clit. The squeal came out louder than she expected, but no one cared.

I tapped my finger on her clit as if sending love letters in Morse code. Shannon leaned back on the soft cushions to fully enjoy my treatment. I love it when I can make a lover quiver with excitement!

I felt a smaller hand with long fingers on my rod; I knew by now it was Danielle’s. Her head popped up between Shannon’s legs.

Without speaking, Danielle put her tongue on Shannon’s womanhood. She licked her first up and down, then in big circles. She left the clit to my finger’s massaging. Her big brown eyes looked up at Shannon. Her eye lashes batted each time Shannon squirmed with delight. Shannon looked down at Danielle with grinning eyes, ‘right there, sweetheart, right there.’

The ecstasy was too much for Shannon; she tightened her thighs around Danielle and wetted the leather cushions.

While Shannon heaved to catch her breath, Danielle focused on my bulging cock. My red headed vixen grabbed Shannon’s hand to stroke it while her mouth cupped my helmet and moved in opposite directions.

The sensation of two different touches was exotic. One from a quivering hand recovering from explosive ecstasy, another from lusty lips, calculated and gentle.

Danielle’s mouth took in as much and as deep as she could. Shannon returned the Morse code love letter pounding my cock with a full grip.

They worked wantonly at my rod. Sometime they moved in unison, sometimes in opposite directions. I moaned loudly when Danielle’s tongue flicked my helmet and folds while Shannon’s dark red nail tips ran the length of my shaft. I felt an involuntary twitch of my hips and leaked some more pre-cum.

Danielle looked up at Shannon, He’s ready. Shannon shuffled close and kissed me full. She stifled my moans while my girls marched me towards the inevitable explosion.

Danielle took herself off my rod replaced by Shannon’s tight grip over the entire length. My pre-cum was the lube Shannon wanted switching between long slow strokes and short quick ones. I felt Danielle’s heavy kisses on my scrotum then being cupped in her mouth.
I see; the girls have been exchanging notes! That was an accidental find during one of our experiments. I found the sensation irresistible, while Shannon found it strangely soothed her oral fixation.

Danielle’s tongue flicked and flung my balls in her warm mouth causing my hips to buckle. Shannon quickened her Morse code. My pained expressions must have been a curious sight for unsuspecting bystanders.

Shannon leaned down to lick up the clear pre-cum. ‘Hmmm, Liam, that is yummy, I want more.’

I croaked, I’m cumming! Danielle cupped her mouth over me just in time to catch the massive ribbons.

Shannon helped Danielle up beside her, kissed her full on the mouth sharing my thick cum.

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Hi, everyone, thx for reading! I’m sorry it took so long for chap 5. this new job is taking up all my free time! Thank you so much for your responses and ratings. Feels great to know you actually like my fantasies!

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To get the full story you start with the other chapters in the series titled Jay and Faith

Jay, Faith, and Friends (chapter 2, part 2)

Faith woke up Saturday morning and remembered where she was and smiled thinking about the fun she had the night before. She looked around to see if anyone else was awake yet but didn’t think so. She was snuggled in the side of Jay flat on her back, her head was on his chest and Liz was on the other side of her with her arm laying across Faith’s chest. Dana was on the other side of Jay and she had her arm across Jay also.

Apparently her looking around aroused Liz from her sleep and she began to move too. Liz realized where her arm was and she smiled at Faith and began to massage Faith’s tits a little playfully.

Faith returned the favor and took her hand under Liz’s shirt and went searching for the boobs she touched last night.

Liz turned toward Faith and sat up on her elbow to give her better access to her chest. Liz leaned in and kissed Faith on the cheek close to her lips. Faith had never had another kiss her before and she was intrigued by Liz’s kiss and wanted to explore it more.

Faith kissed her back on the lips as she cupped Liz’s breast in her hand. The two began to kiss more and with more passion. Soon, their tongues were touching and probing the others mouths.

Faith sat up, took off her shirt and rolled over on top of Liz. Their tits were pressed together and their crotches were pressed by each other’s legs. They began to kiss more and grind into each other’s pussies with their legs.

The movement had woken up Jay and Dana who were enjoying the show. Dana leaned over on Jay and began to kiss him as Jays hands went under her shirt and found her small breasts and played with her nipples.

Liz reached up and grabbed Faith’s panties and slide her hand down under them and squeezed her ass and probed her crack with her fingers looking for a hole to finger.

Dana tossed off her shirt and Jay sat up and began to kiss and suck on her tits. His hands went down and pulled her panties off to her thighs and Dana quickly shook them off with her legs while Jay cupped over her pussy with his hand and then began to finger her.

“I want to taste that pussy” said Liz as Faith knew what to do and she got up and flipped around where her pussy was straddling over Liz’s face. Dana said “you never tasted mine last night Mr. Wells”. She took the same position that Faith did over on Jay and turned to look at him. “Call me Jay Dana” he said as he raised his head to gain access to her pussy.

Faith watched Jay and Dana for moment before realizing that Liz had started to help herself to her pussy. Faith loved the thought of her best friend enjoying herself on her pussy. It felt just as good as the dog did last night. Faith felt her tongue part her pussy lips and target her clit over and over. She would bury her tongue deep inside her also.

Dana began to moan in pleasure as Jay pleased her. She took his hard dick into her mouth and began to suck on it while she was nearing climax. Faith watched and wondered what Liz’s pussy would taste like. She had tasted her own juice before but this would be different.

Faith laid down and brought her mouth to Liz’s pussy. It was cleanly shaven and her clit was poking out of her outer pussy lips. She gave it a kiss and then slowly probed her slit with her tongue. She began to flick her clit over and over again. Liz opened her legs wide to allow Faith to have better access.

Dana sat up and said “I want your dick in my pussy” as she turned around and lifted her pussy over Jay’s hard dick and lowered herself down onto it. Jay held her by her sides and watched as she began to move up and down ridding his dick

Jay felt his dick sink deeper and deeper with every pump into Dana’s pussy until her opening was squeezing the base of his cock.

After the foursome enjoyed themselves for a while they decided to mix it up and swap partners with each other. Faith got up and came to sit on Jay’s face facing Dana. She felt Jay’s big tongue start to lick her all over between her legs just like Liz was. Faith and Dana began to play with each other’s breasts while Dana continued to ride Jay.

Liz stood up on the bed and brought her tits closer to Faith and Dana and the girls leaned in to enjoy the nice big breasts of Liz. The girls began to suck and kiss her nipples. Liz moved behind Dana at Jay’s feet and reached in and started fondling Jay’s balls as Dana ride his dick faster and faster. Dana began to climax as she grinded her clit on the base of Jays cock.

It wasn’t long until Dana screamed out in delight “yes! Oh God I’m cumming.” Dana fell off Jay’s dick and crashed on the bed next to him. Liz quickly took the opportunity to start stroking Jay’s dick. She leaned in and cleaned off the pussy juice from Dana off his dick.

Faith watched her friend clean every inch of Jay’s dick off and then noticed Dana’s open legs on the bed as she laid their recovering from her orgasm. Faith had tasted Liz’s pussy and she was curious what Dana might taste like too. She hoped off Jay’s face and crawled on top of Dana in a 69 position. “Oh god, no! I don’t know if I can take more” said Dana as faith began to lick and kiss her pussy just as she had done to Liz. Dana gave in and began to taste the sweet nectar of Faith’s pussy.

Liz released Jay’s dick from her mouth only to sit on his hard dick and ride him. Jay reached up and placed his hands on her breasts and pleasured her while she rode him faster and faster. Jay reached over next to him and rubbed his hands on Faith’s legs and ass as he watch Dana dined on her pussy.

Liz soon reached her climax and came while riding Jay’s pole. She came so hard that she released a flood of squirts that leaked out all over Jay and his dick. Liz hopped off and said “ok Faith, it’s your turn with the dick”.

Faith crawled off Dana and over to Jay where she took his cum soaked cock in her mouth. She could taste the pussy juice from Liz and licked up as much as she could from his balls and shaft.

Dana had regained her horny self and saw Faiths ass up in the air at the end of the bed as she enjoyed Jay’s dick. She got up and went to the end of the bed and continued to lick and flick Faith’s clit. Jay reached over and massaged Liz’s tits and pussy as she was trying to catch her breathe from riding her new favorite teacher.

Faith couldn’t wait any longer and she positioned herself over Jay’s dick and slide down on it easily from all the licking on her pussy. Jay reached around and pulled her ass down on himself harder and then began to bounce up and down on his dick.

“I got an idea” said Liz as she laid on the bed parallel with Jay and she opened her legs. “Eat my pussy while you ride Jay” Liz suggested. Jay turned sideways and Faith fell toward Liz’s open legs and began to enjoy her pussy once more. Dana then took her place with her legs spread over Liz’s face and her head next to Jay. As soon as she began to kiss Jay she felt Liz’s tongue deeply probed her dripping wet fuck hole.

The foursome was enjoying each other and Jay knew he wouldn’t last much longer with his favorite student riding his dick and with Dana kissing him hard. Dana’s tongue was twirling around his tongue and he caresses her tits. “I’m gonna cum soon” Jay announced to Faith. “Cum in my pussy” Faith demanded “yes baby” Jay responded. Just about that time Jay felt his body convulse in pleasure as he shoved his dick as deep in as he could.

Faith could feel the streams of cum shot inside her ash she continued to lick Liz’s pussy and suck her vagina lips into her mouth. Faith began to climax over the thought of her teacher and best friends sex party.

Tired and exhausted the four cleaned up and had some breakfast and talked how much fun they had both times. Jay drove them back to the park and the girls each walked to their homes without their parents knowing anything.

(to be continued…)

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