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The story (fictional) of a girl named Joanna Ditsel, all characters are made up and any similarities to people you know are coincidental.

Jo Ditsel was just 4ft 8 and very small. There was, however, one thing about her that stood out: Her enormous tits. For one so small her breasts were huge; either large C’s or small D’s. Her chest was not the only thing great about her body, though, her face was pretty and her arse was small and fitted snugly into whatever clothes she wore. She was also funny, had a great personality (usually) and was great to be around.

Now to fully understand Joanna’s mind, we must go back from her life as a 16 year old to delve into the never before seen memories of her life from the age of 10…

Joanna Ditsel was an ‘early bloomer’ in life and hit puberty at around the age of 9. Her mother (26) had prepared her well for this leap towards adulthood, by not feeding her the bullshit most parents tell their children. So from a young age Jo had known all about sex, though she found the idea to be very disgusting at a young age (‘boys ewwww’ being the general thought running through her mind).

The fact that few boys mature at this age allows us to skip most of her 10 year old days and move right on to her 11th birthday, a day of more joy than she had at first suspected.

Jo’s birthday was just 1 day away, and she was very excited. So excited in fact, that she ran straight into her best friend Micky as she charged through the primary school’s gates. Micky being several inches taller than Jo meant that Jo only came up to Micky’s chest. As they collided at the entrance way Jo’s face was pressed against her budding breasts (still small but definitely a slight cushion). As they both went tumbling over onto the concrete Jo placed her glove-covered hand behind Micky’s head, hoping to cushion the blow. However, this also led to an effect Jo hadn’t anticipated, as her arm wrapped around Micky’s shoulder blades she was pushed deeper into the her friends tiny boobs. What can only be described as an electric current passed between Jo’s face and her tiny pussy, tingling all the way down neck, to her breasts and through her stomach. The shock of pain that hitting the floor brought Jo, only heightened this delicious unknown feeling, and a small moan escaped her lips.

Micky pulled Jo up with her as other children pointed and laughed.
“Are you alright?” Micky asked, thinking the moan one of pain.
“Fine,” Jo said, rubbing her arms “you?”
“Your party is still tomorrow isn’t it?”
“Of course it is and we’ll all going to have so much fun!”
“What has your mum planned this year?”
“Well games obviously, a nice big cake with jam and cream, lots of party food and a sleep over,” Jo thought hard for a moment “And she said something about a surprise as well…”
“How many people are coming?”
“Twenty I think, but some might not make it.”
“Oh, well me and Amber are coming so we’ll see you there.”
“Don’t you remember?” Jo asked incredulously “We arranged that I’d sleep around yours ages ago, so I wouldn’t be in while mum sets up the surprise.”
“Oh yeah, I completely forgot to ask my mum if you can stay around today.” Micky explained, staring at the ground and shuffling her feet.
“Ready to go girls?” said Micky’s mum (Emily) as she parked her car right outside the school gate.
“You are such a bad liar, Micky” Jo smilingly berated her as she pushed her head first into the car.
“Almost got you though didn’t I?” she grinned, pulling Jo into the car by her shirt front.
Jo landed on top of Micky, but after a few moments of scuffling about, Micky ended up on top of Jo’s face, pushing her tiny arse over her mouth and nose (the car was fairly large so Micky’s head barely touched the roof). Despite being in a fairly uncomfortable position (with her head being crushed and her face being roughly chafed by Micky’s winter trousers) Jo really didn’t mind. In fact she didn’t mind so much that it wasn’t until Emily told them to put their seat belts on that Micky finally vacated her face with her crotch. As they sat down properly Micky’s face was faintly flushed, whether from the fight, the fall, the weather or something else, Jo did not know.

As soon as they arrived at Micky’s house they both shot upstairs to her room to change out of their school uniforms. As they both changed, Jo was occasionally glancing at her friend out of the corner of her eye; catching the brief glimpse of Micky’s white cotton panties and perky little nipples (hardened by the cold?). Micky pulled on tight fitting jeans and a loose pink top and had pulled her long blonde hair back into a ponytail using a black hair band. Jo’s clothing was slightly more adventurous than her friends as she wore a black skirt with a white shirt over matching pink training bra and panties.

It wasn’t long before Amber arrived. Amber was tall and willowy, with short black hair and quite pale skin. She wore mainly black clothing; tight tops and baggy trousers and would never wear a dress unless forced to by her mother. Before long the three girls were chatting and laughing away. The TV was on, but none of them were really watching it. There talk mainly revolved around school, latest fashions and their lives in general (any information about young girls actually do in their spare time would be appreciated for future references :D). During this conversation Jo was almost constantly trying to see down Micky’s top. She didn’t know why, she just couldn’t help herself. As Micky’s top was fairly loose, whenever she leant forward it provided Jo just enough room for a tantalising glimpse of Micky’s braless chest.

At one point when Micky was speaking to Amber, pretty much leaning over Jo’s lap to do so, Jo managed to see both hardened nipples quite plainly. Jo stared for a sentence or two, then fearing getting caught, looked back at Micky’s face. Despite her glancing for only five or six seconds, Jo felt sure Amber had been watching her, yet on looking round she saw that Amber was staring at Micky’s face, apparently hanging on her every word.

Emily stepped into the lounge at about eleven o’clock to tell the girls that it was bedtime. Ignoring their cries of disappointment she went with them upstairs.
“Now you two can stay in the guest room tonight, I want Micky well rested for tomorrow or she’ll be a pain for me after two days of little sleep.”
“No I won’t, mum!” Micky retorted, her voice slightly louder than usual.
“See?” She said winking at Amber and Jo “It’s started already.”
With that she gently nudged Micky into her room and continued down the corridor to the guest room. The room was quite small, with an even tinier study on one side and a bathroom on the other. Inside the room the walls were painted white and it contained only a single bed, a little bedside table and a chair by the only window in the room.
“I’m afraid you girls are going to have to share the bed, there’s no room on the floor,” Emily indicated the minute gap between bed and wall with a small hand gesture “Night girls, sleep tight.”

After she left, they both got into their night clothes and Jo headed towards the bed.
“ I saw you, you know.” Amber stated quietly.
“What?” said Jo, not quite sure if she had heard her right, but feeling a slight twinge of fear that her voyeurism might have been noticed.
“I saw you looking down Micky’s top.” This time her voice was sly, secretive.
Jo paled, her fear realised as she glanced down at her bare feet.
“Please don’t tell her, it’ll ruin our friendship.” Jo begged.
Lustful brown eyes met Jo’s green eyes in response.
“Might do, might not.” She mumbled, still fixing her with swirling depths of brown.
“Please, I’ll do anything…” Jo trailed off, Amber’s gaze had turned predatory and it was no longer aimed at her eyes, but was rather fixated on her chest and her blossoming breasts.
“Well, there is one thing you can do for me.” Her eyes not moving from where they were rested.
“W-what?” Jo asked apprehensively.
Stepping forwards, Amber placed herself uncomfortably close to Jo and she leant forwards and… kissed her!

In surprise, Jo made to move away, but Amber grabbed the back of her head and pushed her own closer. Her tongue darted across and forced apart Joanna’s vice like lips. Jo felt shock, and not a little excitement, as the hot tongue swirled about her mouth, entwining her own and dragging it back into Amber’s mouth. At a loss of what to do, she hesitantly began copying what Amber had done.

Amber moaned softly and drew away slightly; Jo looked down and was surprised to see that Amber was rubbing her crotch through her pyjama bottoms and panties.
“Lie back on the bed.” Amber said huskily.
Eagerly Jo scrambled onto the bed, lying with her hips towards Amber, her legs partly open invitingly. Amber moved closer again and ran her hands down Jo’s sides, lingering on the hips and slight curves of breasts to be. She leant over her and they began to kiss again, tongues wrestling around in the arenas of their mouths.

As this was happening Ambers hand began to slowly trail down Jo’s body, until it ended up at her clothed vagina. Slowly, she began to caress up and down the silken crevice with her fingers, occasionally moving around in a circle near the top. Having never before been interested in masturbation, these sensations were entirely new, sending shockwaves from her pussy to her brain. What happened next would have caused a moan that would have been clearly audible had not Amber’s mouth been firmly clamped around hers. Amber lifted her hand and slid it inside Jo’s clothes; panties and all!

Amber rubbed the outer lips carefully, making sure to avoid the clit, whilst keeping her mouth firmly over Jo’s to try and muffle her moans that were growing more and more frequent.
‘Hell’ thought Amber ‘If she’s like this when I’m on just starting, what will happen when I properly kick off?’
And being an impatient kind of girl, Amber had to find out. She started off by parting the outer lips, before softly caressing the inner folds. As Jo grew moister in her skilful hands, she began to slowly insert her index finger in and out.

Jo’s eyes shot open, whilst Amber had just been rubbing her vagina she had had them closed, enjoying the new sensations she was feeling. Now she moaned long and hard and Amber, deciding she wanted her mouth for other things, grabbed a pillow and put it on her head, slowly edging down her body, still fingering her gently. As she passed, she lightly bit one of Jo’s breasts through her pyjamas and bra (she wore one though her breasts were only small B cups). Pausing for a moment in her descent, she used her free hand and teeth to undo the buttons on Jo’s pyjama top. Having opened it, she then reached around and deftly undid the catch on her bra, before pulling it down with her teeth. This revealed Jo’s breasts for the first time to Amber, and she was immediately captivated by them. With her spare hand she tweaked a nipple, then bent forwards and took a nipple in her mouth, gently rolling it with her front teeth, whilst flicking it with her tongue. When she bent forwards, her occupied hand had slipped slightly, causing it to ever so lightly brush against Jo’s clit. Lightly was enough, with her pussy being fingered and her nipples nipped and licked, Jo had her first ever orgasm.

Moaning loudly beneath the muffling pillow, she bit into the material (hoping to quieten her moans), she went rolling around on waves of pleasure. After one last rub of her fingers and one last suck with her mouth, Amber withdrew to let her recover.
After a while of rolling around and mussing up the covers, Jo sat up, letting the pillow flop to one side. She gazed at Amber, stunned, as she sat that in nothing but her white cotton panties, slowly licking the fingers of her now unoccupied hand.
“If you liked that, you should see what comes next.” She said, slowly inserting her index finger into her mouth.

FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS NEXT AS JOANNA DOES (IF YOU LIKED THIS). Please leave constructive critiscm and info on any grammar and typos you see- this is only my second story (previous unrelated to Jo) so be nice.

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Mark and Mary are reunited with their loved ones after their ordeal.

The Devil’s Pact
by mypenname3000
edited by Master Ken
Copyright 2013, 2014

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Reunions

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On September 30th, 2013, amidst blood and fire, the Tyrants’ reign began. In the name of Peace and Security, they put mankind beneath their Oppression. To fight the Darkness, the False Gods, Mark and Mary Glassner, shrouded the World in Night.
–excerpt from ‘The History of the Tyrants’ Theocracy’, by Tina Allard

September 30th, 2013 – Mark Glassner – Tacoma, WA

Brandon Fitzsimmons was dead, executed at my orders; and as we faced the square before the Pierce County Courthouse in Tacoma, full of soldiers staring at us in worshipful awe, I couldn’t help but marvel at the the change in Mary. Something happened in France, something that transformed her feelings on how we should use our powers.

“Mark,” she had whispered in my ear as we finally held each other, reunited at last. I had been basking in our triumph—I was free, Molech was dead, Brandon was captured. All that was left was for Mary to exorcise him, and this terrible ordeal would be behind us. “We’ve started something terrible. A darkness approaches. We have to take some responsibility and fight back, Mark.”

Her words chilled my blood, a blast of arctic wind howling across my soul. I had opened my mouth to question her, but she pressed a finger to my lips and shook her head, emerald eyes flashing a warning. I trusted her, I loved her; she must have her reasons for not speaking more about it. Her next words transformed the arctic gale into a raging maelstrom when she said, “We need to prepare. We need to lead mankind, guide them and protect them. The Nuns are done. There is only you and me.

“We can make a better world, Mark. A utopia!”

My eyes grew wider and wider as she laid out her idea for the Theocracy. Mary had always been the cautious one, afraid of harming people, and now she wanted to enslave the entire world. We’d make them happy, we’d eliminate all the petty hatreds that had pointlessly divided mankind: sex, race, religion, creed, sexual orientation. We would be their Gods, loving and protecting them—ruling them gently.

Whatever scared my wife, whatever dark secret she learned from the Mother Superior, had driven her to this decision. I knew it was merely an extension of the direction we were already heading, but it was still as shocking as grabbing a downed power line. Right now we were going slow, not forcing people to worship us—guiding instead of commanding. After Brandon’s dramatic attack on us using an army, I didn’t have a problem with her plan. We needed power; we had been too laid back, too lax, and the consequences had been almost catastrophic. We needed an army; Brandon had taught me what true power was.

“A Utopia,” I agreed.

Mary exorcised Brandon, giving him a handjob and stealing his powers when he came. Then we marched outside, wreathed in the flames of Molech, and declared ourselves rulers of the US and Gods of mankind. It was for their own good; something bad, something terrible was approaching, and we needed to protect them.

Now we stood before the very soldiers that had attacked me, who now knelt in worship before us. I could see the guilt in their eyes – Brandon had forced them to commit many atrocities while they were his Thralls – melt away; they were grateful for our absolution as they stared up in awe at their new Gods. It was intoxicating; I could feel their love, their devotion, and I drank it in like water through the roots of a majestic oak tree.

“We need soldiers!” I proclaimed, still wreathed in flames, the news cameras of the world filming us, broadcasting our declaration live to the world. It was the beginning of our rule, our Theocracy. Brandon’s corpse lay at my feet. “Loyal men and women who pledge their lives to protect mankind from the coming darkness.”

“A Great Evil stirs in the world!” Mary declared passionately. “Lilith the Demoness walks the world, corrupting mankind, and other forces stir in the shadows! You have a choice: serve us and fight the darkness, or be cowards and slink off to your loved ones and watch the world die, knowing deep in your hearts you could have done something to stop it!”

“Soldiers, you were falsely used by Brandon; find redemption in serving us! Find glory in serving us!” I roared. “I ask that you swear fidelity and obedience to us, to fight the Darkness and save the World!”

Azrael said I could bind willing people with this prayer, gift them with protections from demonic powers, allow their weapons to harm spiritual flesh. Azrael wasn’t sure how many I could bind; a normal monk could have at most a hundred, but I was different. I had access to far more power. I felt it when I fought Molech, drawing on all the people bound to me, pooling our energies to fuel the dead I had summoned. When I killed Molech, his powers had flowed into me and then into Mary. I don’t know why the power passed into my wife; maybe because we were bound so tightly with magics, or maybe because Molech’s essence was too much for my soul alone to contain. Whatever the reason, we had a new source of energy flowing through us.

All of the soldiers in the square knelt and swore: “I pledge my rifle to the service of Mark and Mary Glassner. With obedience and fidelity, shall I follow his leadership. Until my Gods release me or death takes me,” and were bound to me with the Ragily prayer.

As the assembled group of soldiers – easily more than two hundred of them – finished their oaths, I felt power flow out of me and into them. Their auras remained silver, a mortal’s aura, but a halo of gold surrounded the silver. According to Azrael, they would be loyal and incorruptible; and there were far more soldiers occupying Tacoma and stationed at Joint Base Lewis-McChord that could swear to me and create an army—my army. Brandon had shown just how dangerous an army in the hands of a Warlock could be.

“My Lord,” an older man with stars on his fatigues said as he stood before me, snapping a crisp salute. “Lieutenant-General Arthur Brooks, commander I Corps.”

“Good, assemble all of your soldiers,” I told him, awkwardly saluting him back. I would have to practice that; a God should appear proficient in all things. “The occupation of Tacoma is over.”

“Very well, sir.” He paused. “And what would you have us do with the President, sir.”

I frowned. “What?”

“The President and most of the cabinet are imprisoned here in the jail. At the False God’s orders.” His eyes glanced over at the corpse of Brandon Fitzsimmons.

“Free him,” Mary ordered. “Bring him to us.”

The President was brought before us, bedraggled from his time spent in the jail. He was defiant at first, until Mary gave him a peremptory command: “Kneel and swear allegiance to the Theocracy.” He knelt, he swore, he worshiped. After him knelt the cabinet secretaries. I ordered the President to have all the heads of every Federal Agency travel to Washington State so they could be put under our control—especially the FBI and the Intelligence Agencies.

With that done, Mary and I wanted to go home, to rest and wait for our loved ones to return from Kansas. Then we learned that Brandon had destroyed our neighborhood, burned down every house, the foundations to our mansion, and the pavilion that the Living Church met in. Luckily, no-one was at the tent; God only knows what Brandon would have done to the people who worship us.

We occupied the Hotel Murano in downtown Tacoma, a swanky place on Broadway; it would be our home until the mansion was constructed. For security reasons we had all the guests check-out, and had the staffs dismissed. No-one would be close to us that wasn’t bound by the Zimmah or Ragily spells. Willow had been recruiting women to serve us from her clinic, getting things ready for when our mansion was finished being constructed; we would need to start binding them now, and they would serve us by running the hotel.

Violet turned up a little while after we arrived at the Murano. Our soldiers had formed a perimeter around the hotel to keep people back; crowds had begun to grow, filling the streets around the hotel with a sea of worshipful faces—pilgrims drawn to their new Gods. I was too exhausted to face any more people. I needed to rest and to process what had happened to me.

“Master!” Violet cried out when the soldiers led her into the hotel lobby. The last of the guests had been ushered out, and we were watching the staff leave as we waited for an elevator to descend; we wanted to head up to our rooms. 51 and 27 – the only two of the nine bodyguards with me that survived Brandon’s attack – stood protective watch over us, M16s clutched in their hands. Violet ran to us, crying in relief, in happiness. “Mistress!” Mary and I caught her in a hug and took turns kissing her on the lips. She buried her face into our chests and began to sob.

“It’s okay,” Mary murmured, stroking her hair.

“I thought you were going to die!” she cried.

“Not this time,” I told her, wiping at her tears.

Violet nodded her head, sniffing, and saw Desiree sitting listlessly on a chair, covered in a blanket. Our Latina slut had been very subdued since we won. She had been forced to be Brandon’s whore, and that seemed to have broken something inside her. Violet went to her and hugged her enthusiastically and kissed her on the lips. Desiree barely acknowledged her.

Mary gave Desiree a worried look, then pulled Violet back to her and asked the slut, “Are you hurt? Did anything happen to you?”

Violet shook her head. “A deaf woman named Loreena hid me. It was scary. Soldiers broke into the house and we hid beneath her stairs.”

“They were rounding up women for Molech,” Desiree said with a hollow voice, then she gave a shudder.

“You’re safe now,” Mary told Desiree gently, reaching out to rest a comforting hand on her shoulder. “And Alison’s on the way. So let’s go upstairs and you can lie down and rest, okay?”

Desiree didn’t answer, but when the elevator dinged, she got up and followed the three of us in; 51 and 27 stepped into the elevator, scanning the lobby as the doors slowly slid closed.

I glanced at Violet. “Elevator slut,” I whispered to her and she smiled, remembering how we met. It was in Seattle and we were checking out, riding down an elevator, when we met Violet and I was so enchanted by her innocent beauty that I had to defile her right there in the elevator.

Violet wore a pair of ill-fitting sweat-pants and a baggy sweatshirt, and she quickly peeled those off. “I’m your elevator slut,” she cooed.

“Not today,” Mary butted in, pressing up against me. “The first pussy Mark gets is mine.”

“Oh, of course, Mistress,” Violet apologized.

I pulled Mary to me, kissing her on the lips, her naked body pressing up against mine. Her lips tasted sweet. My hand slid up her supple body, cupping her left, perky breast. I gave it a gentle squeeze, my fingers finding her hard nipple. After what had happened to me, the endless beatings, the cruelties I witnessed, I almost regretted ever making my Pact.

Almost.

It was all worth it for her—for my Mary. I would do anything to keep her, to protect her. Anything.

The elevator dinged; we had reached the top floor and I picked up my wife. We had the largest suite for ourselves, and I carried her to the door. It was spacious, well furnished. A central living room with three bedrooms leading from it. We gave Desiree one of the bedrooms, and she walked in and closed the door wordlessly.

I carried Mary to the bathroom, beautifully appointed with gray and mauve, very modern, equipped with a jacuzzi-bath and a large shower. And a bidet; I could have water splashing on my ass. The shower had always been our private space; there was something intimate and close about showering with your love—the world reduced to just Mary and I, wrapped in the warm spray. I sat Mary down and turned the faucet. When the water was warm she slipped in and I eagerly followed. I savored the relaxing heat as the spray cascaded upon us, washing the filth of the last days off our bodies.

Mary’s hands were gentle as she washed my body. She rubbed me everywhere, particularly my ass. She had a naughty smile on her lips as she squeezed my cheeks, then she ‘washed’ my cock for a good five minutes, getting me hard as a steel rod. Her hand felt wonderful as it slid up and down on my shaft. She rinsed the soap off it, then she knelt down.

“Naughty filly,” I groaned as her lips engulfed the head of my cock. I stroked her wet, auburn hair and leaned against the shower wall and enjoyed her blowjob. She sucked hard, swirling her tongue about my cock’s head, then slowly buried my cock all the way into her mouth, deep-throating me to the root. “I love you so much, Mare!”

She would let me enjoy being buried down her throat for a minute, then slide slowly back up, sucking hard on my cock, until only the tip remained in her lips. She would drive me wild by flicking her tongue rapidly around my cock while stroking the shaft, then she would slide her lips all the way down and deep-throat me once more.

“Fuck that feels great!” I moaned, her throat constricting about the sensitive head of my cock. “Umm, I’m gonna cum!”

Since I made my Pact, I was used to cumming multiple times a day. It was Monday evening, and I hadn’t had an orgasm since Saturday morning; my balls exploded, filling Mary’s hungry mouth with a huge load of my spunk. Six large blasts. Mary swallowed it all.

She stood up, threw her arms around my neck and rubbed her nose against mine, smiling, “You were a little backed up, Mark.”

“Just a little,” I smiled, and kissed her salty lips.

I had a lot of fun washing my wife. I soaped her back, her arms and her sides, before I started on her front. I soaped her flat stomach, washing slowly upwards until I reached the undersides of her breasts. I rubbed around her tits, washing her chest and collarbone. She grabbed my hands impatiently, and brought them down to cup her breasts. I smiled, and washed her perky breasts, stroking her areola, then played with her hard nipples.

“Umm, that feels nice, hun,” Mary sighed. Then squealed in delight as I bent my head down and sucked a soapy nipple into my lips, while my hands roamed down to her plump ass, kneading the cheeks.

I released her nipple, soaped up my hands and knelt down and began washing her legs. I started with her right calf and worked my up to her thigh. Her pussy was waxed, her slit tight, and she shuddered as I rubbed my hand across her flushed vulva, just once.

“Don’t stop!” she protested as I started washing down her left leg. “God, I’m so horny!”

“What do you want me to do about that?”

“Eat me!”

“Hmm,” I said, pretending to consider her request.

“Please!” She sounded so frustrated, her emerald eyes staring down at me full of need.

“All right,” I answered. “It does look absolutely delicious.”

“You won’t be disappointed,” she promised.

I buried my face in her spicy-sweetness. My tongue explored her folds, kissing every part of her pussy. She tasted heavenly and I wasn’t disappointed. I wrapped my arms around her hips and grabbed her ass and pulled her tight against me. I devoured her. My filly, my wife, my one true love. I couldn’t get enough of her. I almost lost her. Mary was shuddering on my face, cumming and cumming, but I just kept eating her out. I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to ever stop pleasuring her.

Mary had other ideas. “Please stop,” she begged after I lost count of her climaxes, pulling on my hair. “It’s too much! My pussy needs a break!”

A mix of pride and regret filled me as I stood up and kissed her, crushing her tightly to my chest. Inside me the dam holding my emotions back burst, and I felt tears running down my face. “I thought I lost you, Mare!”

A shudder ran through her body that turned into a ragged sob, her face pressed into my neck, clinging just as tight. “I’m terrified, Mark.”

“Why?” I asked. What did she learn in France? Lucifer will rise free of the Abyss and you will burn in his radiance, Mortal! Molech’s words echoed in my mind as he lay defiantly at my feet. Was he lying to save his life, or was Lucifer really trying to escape? “What scared you, Mare?”

She just shook her head, that warning look flashing across her face.

“We’ll face it together,” I told her; I had to trust her, there must be an important reason for her not to speak.

“Together,” she whispered. “Forever, right?”

“Forever.”

Violet took a shower when we left, while I carried my damp, naked wife to our bedroom. The bed was king-sized, mahogany finish, adorned with a maroon comforter. I gently sat Mary down and stretched out beside her. She kissed me, rolling on top of me. Her wet, auburn hair fell about us, cool on my cheeks as we kissed. Her hands stroked my side, then slid down and found my cock, hard and ready for her.

She grasped my shaft, shifted her hips, and guided it to her sopping pussy. I groaned into her lips as she pushed my cock into her velvety tightness. She took all of it, then slowly rocked on top of me. I gripped her plump ass, giving her cheeks a squeeze, and helped slide her body up and down on me. Her hard nipples dragged across my chest. Mary’s emerald eyes stared down into mine and we were lost peering into each other’s souls as we made love.

“I love you, my horny stallion,” she whispered.

“My naughty filly,” I whispered back. “My love.”

She rocked her hips faster, her pussy gripping my cock with wet silk and heat. Faster and faster she rocked, and I started thrusting my hips up, driving my dick into her. The heat of her cunt grew as we made love faster. I rolled her over onto her back and began pounding her hard. Her red lips opened in pleasure, her hips rising to meet my thrusts.

“Ride me, stud!” Mary gasped. “Oh, I missed this! I missed you so damn much!”

I grabbed her legs, hooked them over my shoulders. Her cunt tightened on my cock and I thrust deeper into her pussy. Her perky breasts jiggled as I hammered into her, sweat rolling down her perfect mounds.

“Your cunt feels amazing on me, Mare,” I groaned. “The best pussy in the world!”

She beamed at me. “You haven’t had every pussy in the world, how would you know for sure?”

“I’ve had enough to know!”

“Yes you have, my horny stallion!”

Mary added a twist to her hips. It felt amazing on my cock. My balls were getting closer to bursting as they slapped into her taint. She threw her head back, her eyes squeezed shut as she gasped loudly. I felt her cunt spasming on my cock as her orgasm rippled through her body, massaging my dick as it pumped in her sheath.

“Gonna cum!” I gasped. “Your cunt’s milking me!”

“Yes, yes! Give me your cum! I need it in me!”

“My pleasure,” I moaned and flooded her hungry pussy, every muscle in my body tensing, before I collapsed on top of my wife.

“Mmhh, that was nice,” she sighed, kissing me.

I rolled off of her and she snuggled against me. I slid my hand down and rubbed at her pregnant belly. I almost lost more than just my wife. I almost lost my unborn baby girl. Well, I didn’t know what the sex of our child was, but in my heart I knew it was a girl. Chasity Glassner.

If I could kill Brandon again, I would.

The door to our bedroom opened, and Violet peered in, naked and freshly showered.

“Come in, slut,” Mary smiled.

Violet beamed at us and positively skipped over and snuggled up on the other side of me, pressing her budding breasts against my side and kissing my lips eagerly. “You taste like Mistress,” she giggled.

“That’s because Mark gave me some great head,” Mary smiled.

“He’s a generous man,” Violet said seriously.

Mary’s hand slid down and found my cock half-hard. “Very generous. I bet he wants to share his generosity with you.”

“Do you, Master?” Violet asked eagerly, her hand joining Mary’s on my dick, which expanded rapidly beneath the two women’s burning touch.

I slid a hand down and squeezed her tight, teen ass. “I do, slut.” I pressed my fingers into her buttcrack and found her puckered anus, circling it with my fingers. “How do you think I should share my generosity with you?”

“My ass,” Violet answered. “My slutty, tight asshole!”

“Good girl,” I told her, kissing her lips. “And I bet Mary has something she wants to share with you between her legs.”

“Oohh, is there a creampie for me, Mistress?”

Mary spread her thighs. “Just for you, slut.”

Violet clambered over me and buried her face in Mary’s snatch, licking noisily at my wife’s messy cunt. Mary rolled her eyes in pleasure, gripped Violet’s brown hair and started grinding her pussy into the teen’s lips. I moved behind Violet, stroking her tight ass, then spread her cheeks and found her brown hole.

My cock was drenched with Mary’s lubrication, and I gathered some of Violet’s and worked it into her ass with two fingers, sinking into her tight flesh. When I had her nice and lubed, I placed the head of my cock at her tight opening, and pushed it in slowly, savoring the warm satin of her bowels.

“Uhh, that feels amazing, Master!”

“Keep licking, slut!” Mary admonished.

I smacked Violet’s ass. “You heard her slut!”

“Sorry, Mistress,” Violet squeaked and buried her face back into Mary’s cunt.

Mary grinned and began playing with her perky breasts, her green eyes fluttering with lust. I started fucking Violet’s ass with deep, hard thrusts, driving the little slut into Mary’s cunt with every thrust, while my balls slapped wetly into Violet’s pussy. Her hips moved, fucking me back as she moaned her pleasure into Mary’s cunt.

Mary gasped, “God, I love your tongue, Violet! Suck my clit, you little whore! Make me scream in pleasure!” Mary’s eyes widened, and her body shook in pleasure. “Umm, that’s right. Keep that tongue flicking on my clit! You are such a naughty, cunt-munching slut! I’m going to drown you in my juices!”

I smacked Violet’s butt a second time, leaving a red, stinging handprint, and fucked her tight ass faster. Her anal sheath was bringing my balls to a quick boil. I was getting desperately close to cumming, and I pumped hard and frantic.

“Fucking slut!” I moaned. “Your dirty ass feels so good on my cock. I’m going to shoot so much cum up your ass!”

Mary’s back arched – her perky breasts heaving like a rearing horse, majestic, beautiful – as she orgasmed. She screamed wordlessly, and I could smell the strong scent of her arousal as she flooded Violet’s lips with girl-cum. I felt Violet’s ass squeezing my cock, the little slut cumming about me. I pounded her ass a few more times, closing my eyes as I reached the pinnacle of my pleasure, then groaned as I exploded inside her ass.

“Thank you Master, Mistress,” Violet panted as I pulled out of her ass.

I lay down next to my panting wife, pulled her to me, and kissed her. Violet started licking at my dirty cock, like a good little slut, and I closed my eyes and the exhaustion of the last weekend fell upon me like a ton of bricks.

“Master,” a voice said, shaking my leg, waking me up. I had been out like a log, and now I was disoriented. The sun had set while I was passed out; the hotel room dark as sin. A glanced at the clock; it was close to midnight. Mary was sleeping on one side of me and Violet was curled up on the other side. 51 was standing at the foot of my bed, naked and an M16 slung over her shoulder.

“What?” I asked sleepily.

“Your family has arrived,” 51 reported. “They’ve almost passed the crowds. There are thousands crowding the streets. It’s like St. Peters Square out there.”

“Thank you, 51,” I yawned, shook Mary awake, and gave her a kiss.

I led my wife to the suite’s balcony, wanting to see the crowds. It was a cold, clear September night and our flesh pimpled. Mary shivered then concentrated and flames danced around her; she smiled. The flames didn’t burn me, but they would burn someone else, as poor 51 learned earlier today after we exorcised Brandon. I hugged my wife to me, enjoying the warmth licking my body, and we gazed down at the streets.

They were filled with people for blocks, many with candles, lighting up the streets like the starry sky. These were the people we needed to protect. Molech warned me that Lucifer was up to something dangerous, something I would oppose. Is this the secret Mary learned? Well, if I started something when I made my Pact, I had the responsibility to fix it, to make the world a better place. A world where people didn’t hurt each other, fear each other.

I would give the world love and peace. Utopia.

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

Alison de la Fuentes

I trembled with excitement when the SUV finally made it through all the crowds of people that clogged the streets of Tacoma. April sat next to me, the nerdy teen squeezing my hand, just as excited as I was, eager to see her girlfriend Violet. The two, shy teenagers, bonding with their shared pregnancies, had become quite the item lately. I’m sure Master hasn’t noticed a thing.

After spending the weekend worried sick not only about Master and Mistress, but about my wife, Desiree, I was so excited to be reunited with her. Watching her on TV yesterday, hanging on Brandon’s arm, filled me with fear. Desiree was smiling and seemed happy, but I could see the fear in her eyes, the tightness in her lips. The bastard did something to her to make her cooperate.

We passed a cordon of soldiers and then we were in front of the hotel. I threw open the door, racing into the lobby. Master and Mistress were waiting and I ran to them, hugged them, and felt so happy when they kissed me on the lips. You should always stay near them, my subconscious whispered.

“It’s good to see you, Alison,” Master said to me, stroking my face.

I was about to ask where Desiree was, when April pushed me to the side to hug our Masters. And then everyone else burst in, and I drifted out to the side as Jessica, Xiu, Korina, and Lillian were eager to embrace them too. Then their families arrived; Master embraced his mom and sister, and Mistress shared a group-hug with her family.

I strained my neck, looking around the lobby. Leah – Master’s chauffeur; she had been captured by Brandon as well – had a joyful reunion with Rachel and Jacob, her spouses. But where was my Desiree? I looked around, a pit forming in my stomach. My breath quickened. Where was my Latin beauty?

I wormed my way to Mistress, trying to stay calm. “Upstairs,” Mistress told me, sensing my question. “In our suite. Top floor.”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

I raced to the elevator and smashed my fingers onto the up button furiously. I stared at the display that showed which floor it was at, watching the numbers slowly grow lower as the elevator descended. I wanted to scream at the stupid thing, I was so wound up inside. I needed it to come down. I burned inside to see my Desiree. Finally, the elevator dinged, the doors opened, and I shot inside. I pounded the 17th floor and then just repeatedly mashed the door close button. I screamed in frustration as the doors just seemed to refuse to close. Slowly, ever so slowly, the doors finally slid closed, the elevator lifting me up.

It seemed to take an eternity. I was practically yelling at the stupid thing to go faster. I felt red-faced when I reached the top floor. A bodyguard, 27, stood naked – an M16 clutched in her hand – before a door at the end of the hallway. 27 smiled tiredly at me as she opened the door with the keycard. There were three bedrooms in the suite; Desiree was in the second one I tried.

My wife sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the ground. Empty alcohol mini-bottles littered the floor. Her neck was bare, her choker missing. “Desiree!” I shouted and sat down next to her and wrapped my arms around her. Desiree pushed me off.

“Go away,” she said, slurring her voice.

Her words stung. I had expected a tearful, happy reunion. “No,” I told her, cupping her face. “Talk to me.”

She tore her face away. “Don’t touch me!”

“Why?” I asked.

Desiree ignored me, instead standing up and wobbling to the minibar. I stood up and grabbed her hand. “You’ve had enough to drink, Desiree.”

“Leave me alone, Alison,” she pleaded, slumping to the floor.

“Just talk to me,” I told her, kneeling down next to her. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong. I just don’t want you anymore.”

Her words hurt. Fuck her my subconscious whispered inside me. You can do better than her, let the stupid cunt wallow drunkenly. Go find Master and fuck him! That was just the pain of Desiree’s words talking, and I pushed them down. My subconscious had a nasty streak to it I learned growing up, but that wasn’t important; something was wrong with my wife. She was in pain, lashing out blindly. I needed to get through to her somehow. I couldn’t let that monster steal my wife from me. Not without me putting up a hell of a fight for her.

Is she really worth it? whispered my subconscious. I ignored the voice; of course Desiree was worth it.

So I laughed dismissively at Desiree. “Don’t lie to me,” I told her, pulling off my tight T-shirt, baring my lovely breasts and my hard nipples pierced with silver barbells. I grabbed her face and turned her to look at them. I could see her eyes flick down to my nipples, a momentary flash of lust. “Don’t lie to me and tell me you don’t want me. I know you do. Just like I want you, Desiree.”

That was the wrong thing to say.

Desiree grabbed me and pushed me onto my back. “That’s all you want. My body!” She yanked the baggy shirt off, exposing those magnificent breasts of hers and shook them at me. “Here it is, Alison. Use me! Take your pleasure!” Tears started running down her face. “That’s all I’m good for!”

“No, I don’t want your body,” I told her. “I want you. I love you.”

“How can you love such a filthy, disgusting creature like me,” Desiree sobbed. “I let him touch me. He…used every part of my body. I let him! I let that monster make me his whore! I betrayed you, Alison!”

“Shh, you didn’t betray me, Desiree. You did what you had to, right? He was going to hurt you.” I hugged my wife, and she sobbed and sobbed into my neck. I don’t know how long I held her, stroking her hair, letting her pour out all her pain, anguish, fear. I held her and rocked her and cried with her until she had poured every teardrop left in her. I wished Brandon was still alive so I could kill him myself.

Fucking Warlock! You should hate all the Warlocks, my subconscious whispered. Every last fucking one of them!

“I love you, Desiree,” I told her. “You’re my slut-wife. Forever.”

“How can you still love me?” she demanded of me, her bloodshot eyes peering hopelessly at me.

I smiled at her. “Because you are strong and beautiful and loving. Because you own my heart.” I grabbed her hand and placed it on my chest. “Feel it beat. That’s yours. It beats for you. Master and Mistress own my body. You own my heart.”

“Mi Sirenita,” Desiree sighed. “How did I get so lucky to meet you.”

Destiny, my subconscious whispered. They were such beautiful words, so I echoed them to my wife as I slid her hand over to cup my left breast. “Destiny. Our Masters are changing the world and we were chosen to help them.”

I shuddered as Desiree ran her thumb around my areola, hardening my nipple. My wife ducked her head down; I sighed in pleasure as she sucked it and my piercing into her lips. Her hand slid down my stomach, circling my bellybutton, then slid down to my side, gripping me as she sucked harder at my nub.

“My love,” I sighed. “Umm, I missed you so much.”

Desiree pushed me down to my back, and pushed up the short skirt I wore, exposing my stubbly cunt. I hadn’t shaved all weekend, and I flushed in embarrassment. She could see my brown pubes, my real hair color. Desiree smiled, rubbing her fingers through them, then bent down and I shuddered as she licked up my slit, her tongue teasing my clit.

Her fingers spread me open and her tongue tasted everywhere inside my pussy, driving me wild with her gentle licks. Her plump lips sucked my labia in, sending shuddering waves of pleasure through me. I writhed on the carpet as my wife made love to me, and my first orgasm shuddered deliciously through me.

“Oh, yes!” I moaned as my Desiree began licking me to another orgasm. “Hmm, I love it! I love you!”

My second orgasm was more powerful than the first. I halfway sat up as my stomach tightened in ecstasy. Then Desiree slipped three fingers inside me, pumping them in and out of me as her lips focused their attention on my hard clit.

“Yes, yes, yes! Finger me! Nibble on my clit!” Her teeth sent me spasming with my third orgasm. I screamed loudly and everything went black. When I returned to myself, Desiree was snuggled up against me, her lips sticky with my sweet honey.

“You passed out, mi Sirenita.”

“You were that amazing,” I told her and kissed her. “Umm, it’s my turn.”

“You don’t have to,” Desiree said, tensing up.

“Nonsense,” I told her. “You are too beautiful for me to resist.”

“But I’m all dirty.”

I licked her neck, tasting her sweat. “I don’t care, Desiree. You could never be too dirty for me.”

I stood up and pulled my wife to her feet, then led her to the bed. “You are going to scream in pleasure,” I told her as I pushed her down.

“Promise?” Desiree asked, her voice thick with her sultry accent.

“Cross my heart,” I said, tracing an X on my boob; Desiree smiled and kissed me there, and pulled me down atop her as she laid on her back.

I kissed her lips, enjoying the feel of her voluptuous body beneath me. I licked her face clean of my tasty honey, then licked down her jaw to her supple neck. I planned on kissing every square inch of her beautiful, brown skin. I smooched her all over her neck, where her choker should be, like the one around my neck; they proclaimed whom we belonged to. Then I started working on her shoulders. I kissed down her left arm, down to her hand, sucking all her fingers into my lips. I switched to her right hand, her fingers sticky with my passion and I sucked them clean, before I began smooching back up to her shoulder.

I smooched along her collarbone, traced her breastbone down between the mountains of her tits. I licked underneath her right boob, salty with sweat, and around the tit, my cheek rubbing against her silky skin as I made it to the top. Then I kissed down, covering ever square inch of her right breast, before I licked her large, dark-pink areola. It was bumpy on my skin, and I spiraled into her turgid nipple and sucked it into my mouth.

“You’re driving me wild, mi Sirenita!”

I grinned at her, and went to work kissing her left breast. I began with the nipple this time, and Desiree shuddered in delight as I sucked it into my hungry lips. Then I spiraled out, kissing every spot on her perfect breast. I continued smooching down her stomach, my hair tickling Desiree as my lips brushed her sensitive stomach, then tongued her cute bellybutton, bringing shudders of laughter.

I kept tonguing her navel. I was so happy to hear her laugh.

I kissed down to her groin, tracing her hip as I got closer and closer to her shaved pussy. I could smell her tangy, spicy arousal. I had missed that scent so badly this weekend, so I inhaled deeply, delighting in her natural perfume. Instead of smooching her pussy, I started down her right leg. Desiree moaned in frustration, and I giggled. I kissed her knee, her shin, sucked her toes into my lips and licked at the soles of her feet. I repeated it with her left leg, then told her to flip over.

I kissed her sleek back, moving down her spine to her plump, Latina ass. I rubbed my cheeks against her cheeks, then smooched every inch of her butt. I spread her buttcheeks apart, exposing her brown asshole. I kissed that too, tasting the sour flavor. I swirled my tongue around her ass, then pushed against the tight sphincter, forcing my tongue inside her warm bowels.

Nothing about my wife was dirty to me.

I sucked and licked, enjoying her heavy breathing. “Umm, that feels nice,” she moaned.

“And tastes delicious,” I purred, then bent down to rim her ass some more.

“I bet my pussy tastes even better.”

“You sure you’re not too dirty?” I asked her, stroking the edges of her vulva.

“No,” she hissed. “No, I’m not too dirty.”

“Good!” I spread her thighs and buried my face in her pussy.

I reveled in the taste of her, that spicy and tangy flavor, juices thick on my lips. I swallowed it, drank them down. I ran my tongue from her clit up through her slit, then shoved it into her pussy, pressing into her hot hole. My hands grabbed her plump ass, squeezing hard as I dug into her cunt. My fingers slid down her ass crack and I started stroking her asshole, then sank my middle finger into her bowels.

“Umm, you naughty slut,” Desiree moaned.

“Always,” I giggled, then buried my tongue back into her tasty cunt.

“Your tongue stud is driving me crazy!” Her asscheeks clenched and a flood of delicious juices issued from her pussy as I made my wife cum. “Fuck! Fuck!” she howled. I kept licking, fingering her ass, then I switched to her clit. She moaned wordlessly, orgasm after intense orgasm spasming through her body.

Finally she had enough, and I pulled my lips away from her delicious cunt. Desiree rolled over onto her back and she smiled down at me. I crawled up her body and kissed her gently on the lips. Her right hand caressed my cheek and I saw gold glinting on her finger. I grabbed her hand and saw her wedding band.

“This is on the wrong hand.”

“I didn’t want them to take it,” Desiree answered. “So I switched hands. They took my choker and I couldn’t lose this.”

I felt tears running down my face, and I gently pulled the ring off her finger. I grabbed her left hand and slipped it on and kissed her fingers. “There, back where it belongs.”

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

Mark Glassner

My mom and sister could not stop hugging me, touching me. “I was so worried,” Mom almost sobbed, “watching you getting beaten.”

“I’m fine, Mom,” I told her and kissed her on the lips.

“I thought you were toast, big bro,” Antsy said, trying to be her usual, playful self.

“How could I die when I have so many beautiful women in my life,” I told her and kissed my little sister on the lips. Betty and Via giggled, and joined the hug. They were the girlfriends of my mom and sisters, and I wrapped my arms around all four happy, smiling women.

Mary was surrounded by her family. Missy and Shannon sandwiched her, while Sean and Tiffany hugged all three of their daughters fiercely. Mary’s eyes met mine, and and she sent me, *I think we owe our families some quality time. Particularly you, Mark. You gave them quite the scare.* I could feel her amused tone.

I laughed. *No fair, your family is bigger.* In addition to her family, Damien and George were hovering on the edges. They were Missy’s boyfriend and Shannon’s fiancee respectively.

*I’m just luckier than you, Mark!*

Mary suddenly wormed out of her family and walked over to Sam. She sat on the couch with Candy, her plaything, curled up beside her. Curious, I begged off my family, and told them I would be right back.

Antsy grabbed my hard cock. “I know you will, big bro!”

Mary sat down next to Sam and glanced at me as I walked up. “We need you to do something that is very important.”

“What, ma’am?” Sam asked.

“Go to the Motherhouse in Rennes-le-Château,” Mary explained. “In the basement you will find a room. Study it carefully. I need you to reconstruct it perfectly.”

“What is it?” Sam asked. I was curious too.

“No questions,” Mary told her. “This is very important. Mark and I can’t go; we need to attend to things here in the States. Take the 747 to the East Coast, then book a regular flight from there to Toulouse, France. Be discreet and protect yourself.”

Sam glanced at Candy. “Can I take her with me?”

Mary nodded, “Just remember that this is very important, okay?”

“Of course,” Sam answered. “You can count on us.”

“Good,” Mary sighed in relief. “The Chief of Police in Toulouse is under my power. He has the standard cop orders. Contact him for help or if anything goes wrong.”

Sam nodded. “Come on, Candy. Let’s go.”

“I’m tired,” Candy pouted, but let Sam drag her off.

“What is that room?” I asked Mary.

She chewed her lip; she did that when she was thinking. “Lilith tried to kill you today,” Mary finally said. “She can spy on us from the Shadows. She could be watching us right now.”

That sent a chill through my veins and I glanced around. “And what is the room then?”

“A Hidden Place. A Matmown. Lilith cannot spy on us in there.” Mary swallowed. “We cannot plot against her until we have this secure place.”

So this is what she was holding back. Unless there was more. If it blocked Lilith, did that mean it blocked other beings?

Like the Devil.

Lucifer will rise free of the Abyss and you will burn in his radiance, Mortal! Molech’s warning echoed in my mind. Mary nodded her head, and gave me a cautionary look. Did she sense what I just figured out? *Not even this is secure from Lilith* she sent telepathically with the Siyach spell. Then a smile appeared on Mary’s face. “Go be with your family, Mark.”

“Join us,” I told her. “They’re your family, too. I don’t want us to be apart tonight.”

Mary glanced at her family, then at me, indecision painting her face.

“We can be with your family tomorrow night,” I promised.

An excited glint appeared in my wife’s eyes. “Let me go say good night.”

We piled into the elevators and I grabbed my mom and pressed her against the wall, kissing her passionately. Antsy pounced on Mary and was eagerly kissing my wife, and I saw mocha-skinned Betty kissing ivory-skinned Via with ardor. I had my mom’s blouse open by the time we reached the penthouse, and I fondled her breasts. They were still beautiful. Mom was never busty, so there wasn’t too much sag after forty-three years; she was a MILF.

27 looked exhausted when she opened the suite’s door with a keycard. Desiree’s bedroom door was closed and I guessed Alison must be in there with her. I hoped Alison could help Desiree deal with all the crap that happened to her. The girls were all pushing me to the bedroom and I didn’t resist. Clothes were flying off and quickly there were five very naked women squirming on the bed with me in the middle.

“Umm, you’re feeling quite hard,” Mom moaned as she mounted me, guiding my cock to her waxed cunt.

I groaned as she sank down, engulfing me with her wet pussy. “You’re feeling quite wet!”

“My son is back where he belongs!”

Next to me, Mary was pulling Via onto her face while Antsy spread her legs. I smiled, watching my sister bury her face in my wife’s cunt, eagerly licking away. Betty draped her body behind mom, kissing her on the neck.

“Fuck your son, Sandy,” Betty cooed into my mom’s ears. “I want to lick your snatch clean.”

My mom gave a throaty laugh. “That sounds wonderful, love!”

Betty’s dark hands wrapped around my mom, hefting a breast and reaching down to find her clit. My mom’s cunt tightened on me as she gasped in pleasure. Her hips rose and fell and I groaned as her pussy pleasured. I reached up and fondled Mom’s other breast as Betty started kissing her neck.

“That’s it, honey,” Betty cooed. “Ride his cock!”

“I am, love!” Mom gasped, turning her head and kissing her Black girlfriend.

“Oh, your tongue is amazing,” moaned Via next to me. My sister’s girlfriend tossed her black hair with its scarlet highlights; her large breasts heaved as she writhed on my wife’s face. My eyes trailed down her body and I found Mary’s freckled, perky breasts jiggling invitingly.

I leaned over and sucked my wife’s breast into my lips. I could hear Mary’s muffled gasps. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Antsy’s face as she devoured my wife’s pussy. My little sister looked like she was in heaven. I knew just what she tasted; eating Mary’s pussy was one of my favorite things in the world.

“Ohh, Mark, your cock is stirring me up!” moaned Mom. “And your fingers, Betty!”

Betty giggled, then licked my mom’s ear. “Why don’t you cum then, Sandy! Cum all over your son’s cock!”

My mom’s hips were pumping faster and faster, her breasts rising and falling beautifully. “That sounds like a great idea! Ummm, just pinch my clit a little harder, love! Ohhh, that’s it! Yes, yes! Oh, yes!”

Her cunt was a vice on my cock as she came, milking me. I released my wife’s breast and laid back on the bed, pleasure coursing through me. “Just a little more, Mom,” I groaned through clenched teeth. My entire body tensed as my orgasm approached. Up and down Mom pumped her tight sheath on my cock. My back arched and I was shooting inside my mom, inside the very womb I came from.

That just made it more exciting.

“Umm, he left you a lot, love,” my mom purred to Betty as she rolled off me.

Betty spread my mom’s legs and smiled, licking her lips. “He sure did, Sandy.”

My cock hardened as I watched the dark girl bury herself between my mom’s pale thighs, licking furiously at her messy cunt. Mom threw back her head and sighed in pleasure. “I love it when you eat me out!”

Betty lifted her head up, her lips sticky with cum and cream. “I love to eat you out.”

“If you’re free, big bro, come fuck my pussy.”

“Sure, Antsy.”

I knelt behind her, and there was barely enough room left on the bed. My little sister had a shaved cunt and it was dripping juices. I rubbed my cock along her slit, delighting in the silky-soft feel of her skin.

“Don’t tease me,” Antsy moaned. “Fuck me!” She wiggled her hips. “I need it so bad!”

“You’re such a slut,” Via gasped, kneading her huge breasts as she writhed on my wife’s face.

“You would know,” Antsy fondly replied, then buried her face back into Mary’s tasty snatch as I buried my cock deep into my sister’s cunt.

She was a lot tighter than mom. Mom had a great cunt, but she also had two children. Antsy pumped her hips as I fucked her hard. She moaned her delight into Mary’s pussy. I had a great view of my wife’s lips and tongue as she ate out Via’s shaved pussy. She had her arms wrapped around Via’s thighs, gripping her ass. Via ground her pussy onto Mary’s face, and hefted her heavy, left breast and began sucking on her own nipple.

“That’s hot,” I groaned as Via swirled her tongue around her hard nipple.

“Not as hot as your wife’s tongue in my twat!” Via purred. “She’s driving me wild! I’m gonna flood her lips!”

“Cum on her face,” I urged.

Via shuddered, her huge tits heaving, a soft moan escaping her lips. “Yes!” she hissed and rolled off of Mary, stretching out on her face.

Mary licked her lips and gripped Antsy’s black hair. “Make me cum!” she hissed. “I need it so bad!”

Via rolled onto her stomach and slid her head over and started licking at Mary’s clit as Antsy went lower and began tongue-fucking Mary. Mary’s back arched in pleasure and her eyelids fluttered. “Holy shit!” she gasped. “You fucking sluts are driving me nuts! Oh yes! Lick that clit! Umm, yes, yes! Fucking yes!” Her body went wild with spasms as a massive orgasm rolled through her body.

While I watched Mary’s firm breasts sway as she came, I felt my sister’s cunt clamping down on my cock; her velvety snatch massaged my dick as she came. I pounded harder at my sister, my balls tightening.

I slapped her ass. “What a slutty little sister,” I groaned. “Cumming on your brother’s cock.”

“Hell yeah!” she cooed. “Your cock is amazing, big bro.” She started pumping her hips hard. “Why don’t you hurry up and cum inside my pussy!”

My mom groaned throatily, and I glanced over to see her squeezing her nipples hard as Betty feasted on her pussy. “Oh yes, love! Oh yes! Here it comes!” Mom’s entire body tensed, and Betty glued her lips to my mom’s cunt to catch every tasty drop of her juices.

Mary smiled at my mom. “Good one?”

“Always with Betty,” Mom answered. “She’s the best.”

A loving sigh escaped Betty’s lips as she gazed adoringly up at my mom. “I love you, Sandy.”

Mom caressed her sticky cheeks. “I’m so happy we found each other.” Betty climbed up my mom’s body, dark breasts dragging across pale tits, and ivory and ebony became one as they passionately kissed.

Mary stroked Via’s stomach. “Via, do you still drink piss like I taught you?”

“Umm, I love it,” Via purred.

A smile broke on Mary’s lips. “I remember peeing in your mouth in that bathroom.”

“And on the dance floor,” Via laughed wickedly.

Mary stood up and crooked her finger at her. “Why don’t you come here and have some more?”

Via didn’t need to be told twice. I watched her open her lips wide. A golden stream arched from Mary’s pussy and splashed into Via’s lips. She was a pee slut, and eagerly drank the dirty, golden fluid down. I felt my sister’s cunt spasming on my cock again as a second orgasm rolled through her.

“Love watching you drink pee!” Antsy gasped.

Via smiled, licking her lips clean. “Anyone else need to pee?”

“I do,” Betty giggled.

My mom’s mocha lover stood up and Via knelt before her. Betty was facing away from us, her mocha ass round and firm. Betty sighed as she pissed into Via’s hungry lips. Urine splashed on Via’s chin and ran yellow down her throat and between her huge mounds. The sight was so erotic, my balls exploded suddenly and I filled Antsy’s cunt to the brim with my cum.

Via began licking Betty clean, eagerly pleasuring the Black girl. Antsy pulled out of me, rubbed a finger through her messy snatch, then got off the bed and walked over to her girlfriend. “You made a mess, Via. Let me clean you up.”

I watched my sister lick the pee up the valley of Via’s breasts, up her neck, she kept licking up, reaching Betty’s taint. Then Antsy buried her face between two pillowy, dark cheeks, and tongued Betty’s ass. The mocha-skinned girl threw her head back as she was pleasured from both sides. I laid down on the bed and my mom snuggled up to me and kissed me gently on the lips. Mary slid into bed on the other side and I wrapped my arms around both of them. They kissed each other over my chest and they both rested their faces on my broad shoulders.

“Love you Mare,” I said, kissing her forehead. “And I love you, Mom.” I kissed her forehead as well.

“Love you,” Mary murmured sleepily.

She was asleep, breathing softly, and I held her tightly. We both had a long day, a long weekend. The nap we had earlier wasn’t enough as fatigue suddenly washed through me and my eyes felt so heavy. I closed them and drifted off to sleep with Betty’s moans of pleasure filling my ears.

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Tuesday, October 1st, 2013 – Noel Heinrich – Philadelphia, PA

“It’s almost dawn, Noel,” Wyatt Kirby said.

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes as he shook my leg. I could not believe I fell asleep. I sat up, stretched, and made sure my sandy-blonde hair was still tied up in a bun. I had to adjust my shoulder-holster, the butt of my gun digging into my side.

“How many arrived?” I asked him.

“Thirty-four,” Wyatt answered. “They’re in the backyard.”

I followed him through his spacious home. He had been my mentor when I went through the FBI Academy at Quantico, and shortly after I graduated he left the FBI and went into the private security business. He had done quite well for himself. When Mark Glassner freed me from his control, I sought him out and told him everything that happened to me.

For the last few months we had quietly talked to those in the law enforcement and intelligence fields who viewed Mark Glassner with growing trepidation. And this weekend all our fears were finally realized. First this Brandon Fitzsimmons dramatically took control of Tacoma and declared himself God, and our President was more than happy to surrender the Country to him. And yesterday, Mark defeated Brandon and was doing the exact same thing.

He had to be stopped.

Standing in clumps around Wyatt’s backyard were tense men and women. In the center a fire roared and a hunk of beef waited to be sacrificed. My stomach fluttered as they all stared at me; flint in their eyes.

“For those who do not know me, I am Special Agent Noel Heinrich, FBI!” I was surprised that my voice didn’t quake with fear. “For two weeks I was Mark Glassner’s slave! The stories about him are true; he can control you with the simplest of commands!”

“How!” someone in the crowd shouted.

“He sold his soul to the Devil,” I answered. I could hear the disbelief in their laughter. “You saw the events of this weekend in Tacoma. Mark Glassner’s feud with Brandon Fitzsimmons has left hundreds of US Citizens dead, while an entire Army Corp has deserted and sworn allegiance to him. Even the President has kowtowed to him without a fight. How else do you think he did this?”

No-one had an answer. I could feel their unease, almost taste it on the predawn air. It tasted bitter.

“Mark Glassner is the greatest threat to Liberty the world has ever known!” I continued. “Thomas Jefferson, who wrote the Declaration of Independence in this very city, said, ‘The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.’ Our patriotic blood and his tyrannic blood!”

A cheer went up from the crowd.

“How can we fight him?” a woman asked, silencing the cheers. “If he can just make us do what he wants?”

Grins faded, hope died.

I fixed my gaze on each of them, firm and resolute. “The same way our Founding Fathers defeated the might of the British—by using every single thing at our disposal. I know how Mark got his powers! His secret is out on the internet! We just have to have the strength to do what is necessary to defeat him! We have to fight fire with fire!

“We have to make our own Pact with the Devil!”

To be continued…

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After Lizzy’s confession, her mom takes immediate control of the situation…

“Did you like it?” mom blurted out after I had just finished letting the horror of everything that had just transpired flow out of me like my dignity.

“What?!”

“Well did you like your birthday present or not? I fucking hope so, because you’re gonna get lots more where that came from at your uncle’s this weekend. It’s about time you got in on our little trips, and uncle Tommy doesn’t like to fuck virgins. Bloody pussy is a huge turnoff for him. So we did that part for him. But that doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun with you before we go to visit. Come over here and strip. I wanna get a good look at the new woman in the family.”

God, I hate my fucking life…

“Well?” mom growled at me inquisitively. I glanced at Zack and Cassie. Cassie had that look again. I was beginning to comprehend what that look had come to mean for her over the past few years. When she was younger, maybe before she discovered the joys of sex and incest, that look just meant she wanted something and wasn’t about to let anything get in her way. Now that look was full of only one desire: lust.

“And if I say no?” I sounded braver than I felt. Saying no to my mom usually got me the belt. But this time…

“If you don’t want to, I’m not gonna fight you.” Relief washed over me. “However…” Oh shit. “…I can’t say the same for Zack and Cassie. As for me, if I want your body, I’ll just take what I want when you least expect it. It’s easier that way. Less stress in the long run. But go ahead and do things your way.” She gave me a sickening smile. The games had begun.

After witnessing my lack of cooperation with mom, Zack and Cassie left the kitchen and went to watch television in the living room, probably fighting over the remote as usual, leaving me to face mom’s scorn alone.

“So what’s your decision Lizzy? You wanna do this my way or the hard way?” I hated those words. Every time she said that, what it really meant was “give me what I want, or I’ll make you wish you had.” This time, instead of images of a belt drawing blood across my skin, her words conjured images of me screaming and flailing on the living room floor, invisible hands holding me down, the heat of other bodies scalding me in the darkness, forcing me to feel a pleasure I was ashamed to feel.

If sex is pleasure and abuse is pain, then rape is a turmoil that makes me desire punishment. I knew what they did to me, what they would continue doing to me, was wrong, but my body had betrayed me. Knowing that part of me enjoyed it, even if it was just some reflex no one has control over, it was enough to make me hate myself. I was struggling to convince myself that it wasn’t my fault. I didn’t ask for what happened. I can’t help how my body feels either. These are things I can’t control. Why should I feel guilty? But guilty I did feel, and I think it was because no matter how much I try to hate my family for what they did to me, my hatred can’t erase the pleasure I didn’t want to feel. But my brother and sister had opened a door inside me only meant for me to open. There’s no closing it once it’s open. There was a carnality in me I couldn’t erase. A healthy individual would have opened the door gradually, but my siblings had knocked it down and thrown me across the threshold against my will. Because of them, I could never separate my pleasure from my guilt. From this day forward, every sexual experience I might have would be doomed to suffer a mix of ecstasy and guilt. Because of them, sexual pleasure became shameful. And shame would become a substitute for pleasure. All I could do was submit.

I turned my eyes to the floor, avoiding my mother’s lustful gaze, and began to strip off my clothes.

“Good girl,” I heard my mom whisper.

As my panties fell around my ankles, my stark nakedness dominating my own field of vision, mom got up and walked around me, inspecting my body, caressing my hips and shoulders. I could feel her breath on my neck as she positioned herself behind me, one hand adjusting my hair, the other hand massaging my stomach. I shivered as mom caressed my neck with her lips, then nibbled on my ear. Her hand inched down my stomach. An involuntary wetness began forming between my thighs. God, I just wanted to die right there in the kitchen.

“You’re such a beautiful girl Lizzy,” mom whispered into my ear. “I should have done this sooner, but things were different with Zack and Cassie. But none of that matters. You’re the one I’ve been waiting for the longest. And now I finally have you.” Mom’s expert hand slipped between my thighs, finding my clit and pressing it with the tip of her fingers. My abdomen quivered with the sudden and unexpected intensity of the sensation. Mom chuckled in response to my involuntary reaction.

“That’s it. Don’t fight it or force it. Just let it happen.” Like Hell I will. Or so I thought at least. But my body was beyond my full control. Mom suddenly reached down with her hand, bending her fingers up and probing the freshly-violated folds of my pussy. I gasped with involuntary pleasure. My own mother was working my body into a sexual frenzy.

“Yeah, suck it.” My eyes darted up to see Zack standing in the doorway with his jeans around his ankles, Cassie slowly inching her mouth around our brother’s sizable cock. They were getting off to what mom was doing to me.

Mom suddenly spun me around to face her, pushing me up against the counter top, and knelt down in front of me. Suddenly, I could feel the heat of mom’s breath on my clit as she brought her tongue up and parted my pussy lips with a quick flick of her tongue. The sensation was so new and intense to me, I couldn’t figure out how to react. A sudden squeal escaped my lips. The sound apparently urging her on, mom responded by rapidly alternating between sucking on my clit and flicking it roughly with her tongue. My knees shook in response.

“Oh fuck yes!” The sudden noise made me turn my head to see that Zack no longer had his thick cock in our sister’s mouth. Instead, Cassie had lowered her top and was holding up her gorgeous D cup tits as Zack was thrusting his cock between them, Cassie lapping casually at Zack’s member as he thrust the head of his prick at her face.

As I continued to watch Zack titfuck my voluptuous sister, I suddenly felt mom shove three fingers into my pussy. My knees gave a little, and mom pushed against me to maintain our balance. I felt a pressure somewhere deep in my gut. I had felt that pressure before when fingering myself in front of some dirty old man on webcam a few times before, but this felt stronger than that. Keeping my eyes glued to my brother and sister, I could feel the pressure building and building inside me until I was ready to burst. Zack suddenly turned his gaze on me, our eyes locked in place. Responding to the intense vulnerability of our eye contact, I felt my abdomen begin to quiver. There was no mistaking it. I was cumming. And hard. Harder than I had ever achieved on my own at that point. As my muscles spasmed and my pussy muscles convulsed against my mother’s mouth, Zack began ramming Cassie’s tits almost twice as fast as before. As my body finally stiffened and began to release me from my incestuous orgasm, Zack’s thrusting hit a sudden crescendo and he abruptly pulled back from Cassie, cock in hand, let out a loud pussy-wettening groan, and sent several hot strands of cum shooting onto Cassie’s exposed tits and face. She graciously opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, trying desperately to catch some of Zack’s seed in her mouth. She succeeded in catching a few strands and proceeded to close her luscious lips around Zack’s load, swallowing it and opening her mouth to show Zack how much she had enjoyed the taste of his cum.

Waves of guilt washed over me as I realized what we had all just done. It also didn’t help that I had wondered for a brief moment if Cassie’s luscious lips would be more talented between my thighs than mom’s. At this point, I was wholly convinced that if there really was a Hell, that we were all gonna burn there for eternity.

Everything is so fucked up…

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Like many other stories of this nature, this is a complete work of fiction. nothing more. a story dreamed up by me at one point. please take as nothing more, and hopefully, enjoy.

I awoke that next morning, Saturday, still with Tracy in my arms, and still naked. I was a bit hazy, as the night before I’d not only had my first experience with anything sexual, i had my first experience with alcohol as well. We both lay there for a little while as the sun was starting to heat up the back of the 4 runner. There was a thick, sticky, sweaty smell in the air in our makeshift bed area from the activities of the night before. As we both were awakening, we just lay there in each others arms giving each other girly little smiles, and a few bits of giggling about what had just happened last night between us.

Our little quiet time together ended abruptly though, as we heard Tracy’s cousin, Blaire, coming out of her families trailer. We nearly jumped as we realized that we were still laying there naked togather and if she came near the truck, it would be pretty obvious what was going on! In a scrambling rush, which no doubt brought more attention via the shaking vehicle and the noise, we hunted down our pants and shirts and got dressed as fast as we could. Although at the time i didn’t think Blaire noticed anything, I think back on it now wondering if she could see anything through those tinted windows from where she was. If she did, she never said anything.

Tracy got out of the back first, followed by me, both of us nervous but giggling to each other again, hoping that no one noticed the truck shaking around. Tracy made a smart decision, leaving the back of the 4 Runner open, so that it would air out, and grabbed the two beer cans out of the back quickly and stashed them in the trash bag that was close by on our way over to the chairs where Blaire was sitting.

“Morning girls, how you feeling Cindy? hehe” she giggled noticing my obvious slight hangover from my first drinking experience.

“I’m ok, just a little blurry and still kinda tired. What time is it?” i responded

“About 7 I think” said Tracy. I was surprised, I don’t think that I’d woken up that early on a Saturday in quite awhile, I’m usually a late sleeper on weekends. I guess it could be accounted to being subject to the desert sun in the back of the truck.

“I’m gonna go down to the store and grab breakfast and take a shower, you wanna come with me? You should, you don’t smell so good haha” said Blaire, obviously making fun of the smell of sex emanating from us. Tracy and i both kinda looked at each other and blushed…. did she know what was going on? She had to by now, but aside from the joke, didn’t bring it up again.

A few miles away from our camp, was a store that doubled as a restaurant and RV stop. It had a gas station, dump station, different kinds of parts for sale for the different off road vehicles that frequented the area, and, in the back, a large bathroom/shower area, built out of cinder blocks, that was coin operated.

“I’ll grab my shower stuff, we can all share it. Grab some clean clothes and we’ll head down there in a few minutes. I’m hungry and a shower will help clear up this hangover” Blaire told us.

Tracy went over to her trailer with Blaire, and i headed back to the truck. My sister wasn’t up yet, nor was anyone that drank all night yet, but, we decided to just head out without asking anyways. We would probably be back before they woke up anyways. I went back over to the scene of my crime last night, and dug through my bag and grabbed some clean clothes, including some new panties… since last night, i still hadn’t put any on! Even though it felt kinda dirty and fun to not wear any underwear, i thought it was be a good idea to put some back on and feel a little more normal for the time being.

After i grabbed my things, I walked over to the little UTV that we had been riding around in last night with Blaire, and waited for them to come out. Tracy came out first and came up to me.

Without even saying anything, she walked up next to me, and kissed me, right in broad daylight! I was surprised, but kissed back, if only for the 3 seconds that it lasted before she broke it off.

“Blaire’s still inside digging around for her stuff. I wanted to do that before she came out” she said smiling at me. A good thing she didn’t kiss me longer, because only a few seconds after, Blaire came out carrying her bag of stuff. She hopped in her usual previous position at the drivers seat, and Tracy and I jumped into our same spots as before. She started up the little Rhino, and we took off down the trail.

It was different Driving around in the daytime than at night. This only being my first time in the desert, it was definitely an experience seeing it in the daylight as we followed the trail down to the store a few miles away. It wasn’t a busy weekend, we only saw one small group of kids riding around on their quads on our way to the store. We crossed the highway, pulled into the parking lot, and after turning off the Rhino and grabbing our stuff, we hopped out.

“You guys want to take a shower first? I’d rather get cleaned up before we head into the restaurant looking all nasty” Blaire said.

Tracy and I just nodded in agreement, and followed her to behind the main building where the cinder block building stood that was the coin-op showers. We walked in, it wasn’t the nicest type of shower that I’d seen, just basically a cinder block building with concrete floors, some benches, and severral stalls for the showers, separated by, you guessed it, more cinder block walls, and some simple doors. I was kinda glad that we were the only ones there, I was still a little shy about this whole public showering thing, even after my antics the night before with Tracy.

“Hey Cindy, can you check how much the showers cost? I just realized that I didn’t bring much change and I want to make sure we have enough” said Blaire

“Um, looks like $1.25 for 5 minutes, and then another 25 cents for every additional minute” I replied.

“Shit… I only brought $3, that’s not really enough for all of us to have a decent shower…” Blaire said. My first thought was to just say “Well me and Tracy could just share a shower”, but I knew that would sound a little weird. So I just waited for Blaire or Tracy to come up with a solution.

“Well, I guess we could all just share one, we’re all girls here” Blaire came back with. Now, one part of me was really excited about this idea, to shower with Tracy like I wanted to, but also with Blaire, she was really pretty and seeing her naked would be exciting. But, another part of me was a little nervous, being naked in front of Blaire, she would probably figure out that with my almost non-existent chest, and now in the light, clearly no pubic hair, and NOT from shaving like Tracy had earlier covered for me by saying, that I was definitely a bit younger than I had been putting on to be.

“Yeah I guess that would be ok. I don’t mind” Tracy said while looking over at me, and smiled. “You ok with that Cindy?”

“Yeah no big deal” I said, kind of shyly. With that, Blaire grabbed her shower stuff that we would be sharing, and we all got into the shower. Blaire, showing no hint of shyness at all, was the first to start stripping down, while Tracy and I were a little slower and a bit more reserved while we took off our clothes. In only a few seconds, we were all naked, hanging our clothes over the door next to our towels that we brought. Blaire put the money in the control box, and turned the shower on. She put all the money in at once, to give us the most time possible, a whole 12 minutes worth. The shower came on, and we were hit all at once with cold water. All three of us jumped and squealed the typical little girl scream that you would expect from an 11 year old, 13 year old and 14 year old. The water warmed up in a few seconds though, and we got on with trying to share the water between the 3 of us. It was no easy task trying to share the shower between us, we were constantly bumping into each other and rubbing up against each other. Tracy and I tried to mostly keep the rubbing to each other, as we were obviously comfortable with that. Every time Blaire would get her turn under the water and be looking away from us, her and I would trade grabs to each others asses and boobs, trying not to giggle or arise suspicion, but get in a little fun while we were naked. While we did these quick actions to each other, we didn’t notice that Blaire had actually noticed several times. Then, right when i had been trying to get a finger up Tracy’s little ass and she was squirming trying to stop me and stay quiet… Blaire spun around and looked directly at us.

Tracy and I both stood there a little stunned from being caught… I didn’t even take my hand from between her ass cheeks, when Blaire moved up to me, and quickly placed her hand behind my head and pulled my face to hers, kissing me. Now I was REALLY shocked. I didn’t know what to do, kiss her back? Tracy was right there! To my further surprise, I felt another hand on me, Tracy’s. Her left hand reached around and started rubbing my ass, while her right hand was all over her cousin. Now, I knew that they had done stuff togather before, but this I did not expect. After only a few seconds though, I succumbed, and started kissing back at Blaire as passionately as I had with Cindy only hours before. My hand, still on Tracy’s ass, resumed it’s previous mission at trying to get a finger up her little ass. My other hand, however, had moved on to new territory. One thing that was the clear difference between the likes of myself and Tracy, and that of her older cousin… was that Blaire had tits. Not huge by any means, but much larger than the mosquito bumps on our chests. That’s where my left hand started to explore while i was kissing Blaire, with Tracy kissing her cousins neck, and moving down to her chest. Tracy began sucking on Blaire’s left boob, while I was squeezing and kneading the right one with my hand.

My right hand however, was now much more successful in it’s journey up Tracy’s butt. My finger was now all the way as far as I could get it up her ass, and I started slowly drawing it in and out, resulting in a bit of moaning into Blaire’s tits from Tracy.

The kissing broke off between Blaire and I, she just stared into my eyes, moved her hand from the back of my head, and placed it between my legs. I gave off a small whimper, and removing my hand from her right tit, replaced it with my mouth, moving my left hand around her to her ass. I don’t know why I’d already become an ass girl, but as much as I was beginning to love pussy, I was even more fascinated with ass.

Now our faces pressed together, and both our hands groping Blaire’s ass, Tracy and I were assaulting Blaire’s tits with our tongues lips and teeth. My finger in Tracy’s tight little hole was moving faster, and Blaire’s hand on my pussy was getting much more aggressive. Her fingers, not much bigger than my own tiny fingers, were furiously going back and forth on my little slit, in a very successful attempt at stimulating my 11 year old clit.

In a bold attempt by my normally shy and quiet self, I started heightening the level of stimulation that my left hand was having on Blaire’s ass. In a swift motion, my hand slipped right between her slippery and soapy ass cheeks, and my middle finger hit right on target into her asshole. Blaire jumped a little but didn’t attempt at all to stop me. I guess her and her cousin were both in the ass category with me! Now, with both hands working the same job of ass-fingering, we were all in very high states of heavy breathing-extacy. In only a short amount of time, I was nearing orgasm from Blaire’s hand on my little mound, and I was almost ready to bite her nipple off. I didn’t of course, but I could tell from her starting to moan that I was having quite an effect on her. With my own orgasm starting to hit, my fingers in these cousins asses were at full steam. Tracy broke away from sucking on her cousins tit, and was now focusing all her efforts on her own little pussy with her hand, while leaning her face on my shoulder. ALL of us were becoming lost in pleasure, it’s a very lucky thing looking back now that no one else walked into that shower, we would have been obviously caught in the act!

Although we were past orgasm now, we all still clung together while we leaned up against the rough, wet cinder block wall still under the shower. We all passed small kisses between each other for a minute, when I finally looked over at the timer showing that we only had about 30 seconds left of water.

“Crap!” i spurted out “the showers almost out of time we better hurry up”.

With that, we all quickly regained our senses, finishing up what small shower tasks we hadnt yet accomplished, namely putting conditioner in our hair being that Blaire had caught me and Tracy while we were all rinsing shampoo out of our hair.

We finished up the shower in only a few seconds before the shower had run out of time, and turned off. We all grabbed for our towels and shared smiles at each other, a little embarrassed but really excited about the threesome we had just enjoyed together. As fun as it was, we were all still needing more, but would have to wait. We got out of the shower stall, and moved into the change area where we put on our clothes and combed out our hair together. We all were finally done, and putting our sandals on and grabbing our bags, we walked out the front of the shower building, and walked around the other building to the front, entering the restaurant.

We sat down at a table in the corner, only 3 of 7 total customers at that point. A waitress came up to us shortly, and we ordered our food and drinks.

“Soooo, that was fun right?” asked Blaire, who shared a smirk with us while we all looked at each other for a moment before erupting in a group pre-teen giggle. Under the table, Tracy put her hand on my leg, out of sight from anyone that could see of course, and was lightly stroking up and down my bare legs.

“Well, I guess this changes our weekend, I just hope we don’t get carried away at some point and get caught” Blaire continued. “But we gotta do this more this weekend. We should try to keep it down today though, until tonight when we can go out on another trip in the Rhino in the dark. I know a nice sandy spot about a mile from camp that no one will bug us at”

“Sound good” said Tracy “I know you probably already know but me and Cindy were already having fun last night, there’s some stuff we did that you HAVE to do with us”

“Oh really? Cindy, your not quite the cute little shy girl I thought you were. But yeah, I knew something was going on last night when you were gone so long last night. I just didn’t think it was gonna be more than making out, I had no idea you two were such little sluts!” said Blaire looking at both of us. “And Cindy, i know your trying to act older and more mature, but my parents already told me you were coming out and I’ve known the whole time that your only 11. It’s ok. When I was 10 I was coming out here, and there was this 14 year old girl that I would fool around with that we camped with. It’s actually a bit of a turn on to me.”

“I just didn’t want you girls to think I was some lame little kid and treat me different. I’ve never been out here before and I knew my sister would end up getting drunk with some guy and ignoring me most of the weekend.” I replied.

We got our food a few minutes after that, ate, and then headed back to camp. The rest of the day was alot of fun but much more toned down. Someone had some quads that they were too hungover to ride much, and let Tracy and I ride them around a little. For most of the day, we had a good time just being young girls, riding the bikes around, laughing, getting tanned in the warm desert sun. I met some more of my sisters friends, most of them were her age or a few years older. The guy that she met was pretty cool but treated me like I was more of a daughter to her and not a younger sister. So i didn’t really talk to him much. It was clear throughout the day though that everyone got along good and it certainly wouldnt be the last time that I would be brought out. I also found out something that I figured I should have asked much earlier, I found out that Tracy and Blaire lived in the same town as me, just went to different schools. My sister and their parents even agreed that since we seemed to be making such good friends, that they would bring us over to hang out together once in awhile. Score!

As much fun as I had just had with Blaire, it was really Tracy that I was starting to get girlfriend feelings for. Even while we were both sucking on her cousins tits that morning, I was already getting a little jealous knowing of all the times before that Blaire had gotten to fool around with Tracy. But, the small bit of jealousy aside, I was still really eager for that sun to go down, and for another night of sneaking Coors lights from my sister and her friends, and another ride in the Rhino to that nice sandy spot that Blaire had talked about earlier.

After hours of waiting patiently though, the sun did of course go down, and with that, predictably, the camp locals were well on their way to drinking themselves silly. Blaire and Tracy meanwhile, were busy skillfully sneaking a beer or two at a time and hiding them in the Rhino for our trip that was about to take place. It was obvious now that they must do this often on desert trips, they looked like they were already old hands at it. Around 8, we all decided it was time. Blaire, being the oldest of course, asked if it was ok if we went out again for a ride, to which, as predicted, they readily agreed, probably feeling a little excited even that they could tone-up the conversation to more adult themes without worry of our young ears overhearing. If they only knew!

And so we were off. Down the trail that it seemed Blaire knew all too well. She drove with an obvious extra enthusiasm, driving probably twice as fast as we had the night before, obviously eager to get there and get our already moistening pussy’s satisfied. As we drove, we threw caution to the wind, as all three of us were already at least halfway through our first beer, of which we brought enough so that we could each have a few. We all finished before we even got to the spot, Tracy and myself chugging as much as we could for the kind of fun that we knew we both enjoyed, hoping that Blaire would be up to enjoying that kind of fun with us.

We finally arrived at the spot. It was perfect, flat and soft sand, cliffs all around us, with only this small off-shoot of a trail leading in, we parked the vehicle so that it would also act as a blocker to our activities, just on the small chance that someone else made thier way down this trail, we needed some cover.

We jumped out eagerly, and wasting no time at all, Tracy and I were already throat deep on each others tongues, our hands moving over each others bodies with enthusiasm that we hadn’t yet shown, obviously we were both extremely eager to get each other off after waiting the entire day. Her hands were in no time, busy unbuttoning my shorts, and ripping them and my panties off in one quick motion. I stepped out of them without even looking down, and was working on pulling her shirt up while she moved to unbuttoning her own shorts. In only a minute, her and I were already completely naked, giving Blaire a show of us sucking face and molesting each other with our hands.

Blaire meanwhile, had opened another beer, and while holding her beer in one hand, had another down her pants while she watched the two of us get down to it.

“oh god that’s so damn hot” she said ” I wish I would have followed you two out last night, I had no idea what I missing out on”.

we continued kissing, smiling over at Blaire for a minute before Tracy took the initiative, and got on her knees in the soft sand, putting her face between my legs while i leaned up against the Rhino and looked over at Blaire, who’s hand was very busy in her pants.

“Tracy came out from between my legs for a second, and said “You haven’t even seen the half of it, Cindy, show Blaire what we did last night”.

I was only confused for a second before I realized why she had her mouth open a few inches from my pussy… she wanted me to piss in her mouth again. The water I had pounded earlier, along with the beer that I pounded on the way here definitely helped here, and in only a few short seconds I began peeing full stream. I let out a moan as I started going, and looked over at Blaire, who had an amazing look of shock on her face to what we were doing, but who’s hand was still very very busy working on herself.

“Oh my god, you drink each others pee! thats so hot!” she exclaimed. “I wanna try it!”

Taking a que, I stopped peeing mid stream to make sure that I had enough for Blaire to try, while Tracy, mouth still wide open and slightly overflowing with my piss, closed her mouth and swallowed my piss in one big gulp, then wiping my little hairless slit with her tounge for a minute, before moving over for Blaire to take her place.

Blaire, who was busy taking her clothes off, hesitated for a minute but got down on her knees nervously, put her mouth against my pussy, and closed her eyes. I let the flow continue in a torrent into her mouth, giving her no slack to get used to it. She kinda coughed for a second, getting pee all over her tits and face and my inner thighs, to which me and Tracy gave off a small laugh, but she kept up on it and started swallowing. Tracy got up while I was still peeing in her cousins mouth, and started kissing me and rubbing my little bumps on my chest. I could taste my own pee on her tongue, which, unsurprisingly, actually tasted kinda like beer. As Blaire continued drinking, she reached up her hands behind me and started squeezing my little ass cheeks. I finished peeing though, but she continued her oral assault on my pussy while I made out more with Tracy. Now leaning forward on her knees, her ass was sticking up in the air when Tracy broke the kiss between us, and moved behind her cousin, getting down on her own knees. She gave me a little grin, which i returned, before spreading open her cousins ass cheeks as wide as she could, and stuck her tongue up her ass.

I felt the attempt at a moan come from Blaire’s mouth into my pussy, which was actually very nice. She obviously was quite surprised at the action but obviously liked it. Feeling a little bold, I put my hands on the sides of her head while she ate me out.

After a few minutes of this though, I decided it was my turn to get some ass action. I pulled her head away from my pussy momentarily, and turned around, spreading my ass cheeks open for her. Her hands went on top of mine, and she obviously got the idea.

“You girls are so fucking dirty, I love it” Blaire said before she dove her tongue into my ass.

I let out a very loud moan, something I’d wanted to do the last two days but hadn’t really had the opportunity to yet. She continued tonguing my ass for several minutes, something I’d been hoping for all day. Her cousin meanwhile, had upped the ante, and had added a finger up Blaire’s pussy to her anal tounging. But, after a few minutes, it was obviously time to switch it up.

“Stick something up my butt Blaire?” I said, feeling very turned on by talking dirty. Without responding, she stuck her fingers in her mouth for a second, getting them really wet, and then pushed her pointer finger against my butthole, and her middle finger against my pussy. Being ever so gentle, she slowly pushed her little digits up into me, wriggling up further and further until she bottomed out her finger as deep as it would go. I was breathing so heavy now, I REALLY needed to get off. She slowly got into the motion of fingering my holes in and out. After only about a minute, my tight little holes loosened up just a little bit enough to allow more motion and more speed. Now i really started getting hot. I was inches from only the 4th orgasm of my life, and it was definitely building to be the biggest one yet, no doubt from the double penetration and the taste of my own pee still on my lips. Only seconds later, I came.

“oh god Blaire don’t stop don’t stop!” i cried “fuck my ass harder!” I was amazed at my own words, never being one to talk very dirty, a whole new side of me was clearly developing. All I wanted to be was these girls little lesbo slut. To be licked, penetrated, pissed on, and return the favor as much as I could.

I was completely weak, i could barely stand, and I fell to the sand with the other two girls. Tracy was still working her cousin up to her own orgasm. My senses coming back, I brought my face to Blaire’s and started kissing her, cupping a breast with one hand, and pinching and twisting its nipple. It was only seconds after that, when Blaire came, Soaking Tracy’s hand with her cum, which Tracy eagerly brought to her own mouth and cleaned off.

I kept kissing Blaire for another minute as she recovered, but it was Tracy’s turn to get off. I looked over at her gorgeous little 13 year old naked body, as she stood up and moved towards me knowing exactly what she wanted me to do. I broke off my kiss from Blaire, but didn’t move far. I opened my mouth, and put it only an inch from her bald little pussy. Without a word, I knew what was coming, and she began peeing in my mouth as I had done to her only a few minutes ago. Blaire looked over at my actions, with eyes of pure, 14 year old lust that couldn’t be misunderstood as anything else. To give her a little more of a show, I pulled my head back a few inches, letting there be a long stream between her pussy and my mouth. Tracy saw that my mouth was filling faster than i could swallow, and stopped her stream. To her surprise though, I didn’t swallow it. With a mouthful of piss, I turned my face to Blaire, grabbed her behind the head, and pulled her face to mine. She was not surprised at all, I can only guess that she was thinking the same thing I was the whole time. Our mouths met, and as soon as her mouth opened I let it all into her mouth, so she could share in her younger cousins piss. We made out for a few seconds passing the piss between us, when Blaire broke it off and traded places with me on Tracy’s pussy. Tracy took no time in continuing to relieve herself into Blaire’s mouth, who was literally sucking the pee out of Tracy’s pussy. While this went on, I got up and moved behind Tracy, so that i could get to her cute little butt. While still pissing in her cousins mouth, she got what I was working for, and lifted one of her legs up and placed it on the tire of the Rhino. It was a bit crowded between her legs, so Blaire backed off a little, letting the stream splash around in her mouth a few inches back, giving me plenty of room to move up into her ass full force. i wasted no time, going straight for the gold full force. My tongue, within seconds, was all the way up her eager little butthole. She, like me, had spent the last 2 sessions with holding her cries of pleasure, but not anymore. She made what almost seemed like an extra effort to be extra loud with her moaning.

“Oh yes Cindy, stick your tongue up my ass. mmmmm. fuck my ass with your tongue you 11 year old little slut” cried Tracy.

The dirty words and being called a slut only encouraged me to work harder on her ass. I was busy sucking and licking away while Tracy finally finished pissing. Blaire, with a mouthful of pee, stood up, and began making out with her cousin, just as her and I had only a minute ago, swapping the pee back and forth between their mouths. While still making out, she moved her hand down and began working on giving Tracy her turn in the orgasm club for tonight. In no time at all, her fingering had Tracy moaning into Blaire’s mouth, and flexing her little anal ring on my tongue. Only a minute into her fingering, Tracy was already on the brink, and really began squeezing down on my tongue with her ass, and pulling her cousins face tightly to hers, still savoring her own piss in her cousins mouth. It was all too much for Tracy though and she quickly began her orgasm, moaning loudly into her cousins mouth.

After she was done, we all leaned against the little rhino, still reeling from the actions we’d just performed on each other. We had a light embrace with each other while we recovered, Tracy in the middle of Blaire and I. I laid my head up against Tracy, and kissed her on the neck.

We stood there for several minutes, not wanting to go back to camp and resume our secrecy that we had to keep up with everyone else. We drank another beer each, enjoying just being naked under the full moon in the soft desert sand with the warm air blowing on us lightly, before we finnally put our clothes back on, and slowing made our way back to camp.

Part 3 coming soon.

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What happens when two close friends get horny on a hot summer day?

Authors note: This is my first story. Be kind. I’ll write part 2 if it is recieved well.

Also: This is a rather slow paced story. If you want something different, read something else.

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I’m Audrina. 15, with red curly hair, brown eyes. I’m short, only about 5’3. I’m curvy, with big breats and a round, firm ass.
But my middle has a bit of flab, and my thighs are bit meater then I’d like…but whatever.
I look better then most.

This story is about me and my bestfriend Serena’s first sexual encounter together.

It was a sunny, hot summer afternoon. The sky was the palest blue and the sun was bearing down
relentlessly…it was just the sort of day that you sometimes wish didn’t exist.
You know, the sort of day that you start to wish for a breeze, the sort of day that
makes the kid with the pool in their yard the most popular.
Unfortunately for me, however, no one had a pool in my neighbourhood.
And even if they did, it was too hot to leave the air conditioned house.

So, I sat in my room. Wearing a tiny pair of hiphugging white shorts and a
green tanktop, browsing things on the internet.
There wasn’t really anything to do, and I was starting to get bored….
and horny. Out of habit a hand started to gently find it’s way down
towards my crotch, the hand on the mouse clicking towards a porn site.
I sifted through the titles, finally settling on one.
‘Hot lesbos in the bathroom’

Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m not a lesbian. I’ve had a few boyfriends,
all of which were very pushy when it came to sex. And that just
kind of makes me wish I could find someone that I would want to be with and give
my virginity to…. and if that someone happens to be a girl,
so be it.

I hit ‘play’ on the video, and sat back to watch, still idly rubbing
my pussy through my shorts.
It was one of those classic porn vids, the sort with
a sleep over and innocent looking schoolgirl types.
Where they all start out by some sort of truth or dare,
or by someone proclaiming to being horny and wishing
they could get some relief? You know the sort.
Anyway.
Just as the action was heating up on the screen….
my mother called up to me that my bestfriend Serena had arrived.

Paniced, I pause the video and turned the moniter of my computer off.
“Coming mom!” I called as steadily as I could, standing up and quickly heading downstairs.

Serena and I are pretty different when it comes to looks.
While I am fair skinned and have tons of curves,
she if dark skinned and on the skinny side, with a small chest
and tight, tiny ass. We’re the same age, but she’s more mature then I am.

“Hey.” I said with a smile when I entered the kitchen, where my mother and
best friend were both standing, talking away about the weather or
some other boring topic.
“Hey.” Serena answered, returning my smile with a grin.
“I thought it’d be nice to have a waterballoon fight and cool off.”

I agreed and we set about filling balloons.
In no time at all, we were in the yard, ready with lots of amo.
I’d changed into my bathing suit, a hot little number in
purple. It was a two piece, something with boy shirts and a bikini top.

Serena had been wearing an orange minidress that complemented her cinnamon coloured
skin over top of her well fitting white bikini suit, and so had only to take off her dress.
I admired my friend as we each took up a spot on either side of my yard.
I just couldn’t help it.
The sun made her hair shine and her brown eyes glitter,
and the contrast of the white against her skin was beautiful.
Even though she complained about her small (a cup) breasts, I thought they were perfect.
My D’s got in the way of everything, and I would have gladly traded her.
And those legs….!
She was taller then me, reaching a decent 5’6.
Most of which appeared to be leg.
Shapely, goregous legs.
I could stare at her all day.
Which I appeared to be doing, since I didn’t even remember to duck when
she tossed over the first balloon.

It hit me right in the chest, making a wet sound as it burst and the
water inside cascaded down my ample chest, soaking my top
and part of my bottoms too as the cold liquid was pulled down
by gravity.
Serena giggled, and I scrowled.
“That’s what you get for daydreaming!”
She exclaimed, bending down to get another
waterballoon.
I was rewarded with a slight look down her top as she did this,
but it didn’t faze me this time.
I was now determined to get her with a balloon.

I started to run forward, a waterballoon in either hand.
Just as she tossed another one.
It fell short, landing with a splat in the grass.
“Haha!”
I exclaimed witha grin.
Just as I started to toss my own balloon now that
I was closer,
I slipped on the part of grass that had been
wet by the one serena had missed.

I landed flat on my back, covered in grass and feeling very, very sore.

“Shit, are you alright Audrey?!”
Serena asked, concerned.
She stepped forward, her small chest jiggling slightly
as she got to my side quickly and then bent down to
examine me.

“M’fine.” I murmured, starting to sit up just as her hand reached out to help me up.
Her fingers collided with my tits, and an involuntary gasp left my lips.
Even if it was accidental, it had made my nipples swell my pussy dampen.
I wished I could feel her hands more securely on my breasts…

“Sorry.” Serena said demurely, blushing and pulling her hand back quickly.

I got to my feet carefully, giving a small smile.
“It’s fine.I’m fine.
I think I’m going to take a shower though,
my back aches something terrible.”

We entered the house, and she went to tell my mom what had happened as I quickly
started up the stairs and into the bathroom.

I shut the door and locked it,
a small grin on my lips. My back did hurt.
But that wasn’t my only reason why I was taking a shower.
I needed off. And with Serena here, this was just about the only place that was going to happen.

I started the shower and then slowly started taking off my clothes.
I let my hands slide up and down my thighs before I grasped the tight shorts
and started pulling them down. I pulled them off most of the way, then let them fall off the rest of the way,
glad to be free of them.
I let one hand dip into the warm, moist area between my legs as the other busily worked at the ties holding my top in place.
My tits burst out of their confines, and I smiled at their perfection.
I had big areolas and middle sized VERY sensitive nipples, which I love to play with.
I let my free hand touch my breats gently,
a teasing sort of touch you’d normally give to a lover.

Pulling my hand out of my cunt with a wet smacking sound,
I stepped into the shower and let the warm water slide over my body
for several seconds before sitting down on the shower floor and opening my
legs wide. A hand reached down, slowly playing with my outer lips before moving to the inner.
It felt so good to finally play with myself that I moaned, my breathing already coming in
quick little pants.
I reached for my clit, rubbing my fingers over it in tight circles.
I pushed two fingers from my other hand into my pussy,
biting my lip to hold back the “Ohhh yes…” that would’ve burst out otherwise.
Despite my fingers moving quickly in and out,
I needed something more. Something bigger.
A few years ago I’d started expermenting with putting things into my cunt,
starting with felt tip markers and moving up to the thick handle of my hairbrush.
I fear it’s ruined me, as I can’t get off without something in me deep.
Looking around frantically, I grasped a bottle from off one of the shower’s shelves.
It wa a body wash, rather thin in width but long enough in length to do the trick.
Hurriedly, I pushed into me, moaning quietly and moving the fingers on my clit faster
as the hand holding my makeshift dildo started pumping it in and out
quickly. I leaned back, into the stream of water dripping out of the shower.
It hit me in the chest, stimulating my sensitive nipples.
I shut my eyes tightly as I started approaching an orgasam,
my mouth open and my breathing halting.
The vision of Serena in her bikini invaded my thoughts,
and I let a wild fantasy grab a hole of my masterbation session:
I pretending it was her.
Her tweaking my nipples…
her driving the bottle into my hot, wet pussy.
Her…licking my clit.
I gasped at the thought of her lips on my cunt,
and moaned. “Oohh..serena. Yes, oh baby yes..
just like that.”
I was too far in the reaches of pleasure to notice the words spilling from my
lips.
The orgasam that was starting too much for me to care.
My climax burst over me like a firework that started deep in my belly and
spread out over the rest of me.
It was like a huge wave… pulling me a lone.
Pulling me under. I was loving it.
But eventually, it stopped.
And the shower water started to run cold,
and I knew it was time to get out.

Having forgotten clothes, I just wrapped myself in a towel and started into my room.

“Enjoy your shower?”
Serena asked casually, eyes glued to my computer screen.

I froze, paniced.
Had she heard me?

“Umm..yea-yeah I..”
And then out of the corner of my eyes, I saw what she was
so entralled with.
My porno video from earlier.
‘Oh, dear god…’
I shut my eyes tightly, willing this nightmare to end.
Wishing this day had never happened.
What would Serena think of me now?
Would she thin-

“So this is what you do when you’re up in your room alone.”
Serena said, noticing that I had noticed what she was watching,
her voice inturrpting my tirade of thoughts.

“Well…”
I started, trying to find an explanation.
But there was none, and I didn’t want to lie to her.
“Yes, it is.”

Serena stood, eyes locked on mine as she started walking towards me.
“It’s what I do too.”
She said quietly when she reached me,
moving her body even closer and making it so that our chests touched
and so that there was no room between us.
“And you know..
after watching that video,
I’m wondering if you want to try what they were doing…”

And then her lips touched mine.

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Why did Sara reject Bob shortly before their wedding day, then advise her pregnant twin Sheila to comfort him? Who fathered Sheila’s daughter, Cindy? Why has Sheila been so angry when she’s normally a sweet person? Read the story for answers to these questions and more!

I was beyond fatigue when I came in from work late one night. I took a quick shower, shaved, brushed my teeth and headed to my bed. Sheila was in the bed and seemed to be sleeping soundly, but I couldn’t resist cuddling up next to her. I got almost a handful of one of my petite wife’s bodacious 32-C breasts, figuring I could get some gentle groping in without disturbing her rest.
“Be careful sneaking in like this, Lover.” Sheila whispered conspiratorially. “My husband might come home some night and catch us!” I pinched her nipple hard, and she squealed in delight! “Oh, is that you, Bob? I thought you’d forgotten where we live!”
I rolled her over and straddled her. We tongue wrestled feverishly for several minutes while I mauled her beautiful breasts with my hands. I massaged her breasts and pinched her nipples. I knew her pussy would be gloriously wet for me when I reached it.
I reached for it, and yes, the folds of her pussy lips were drenched! I moved my mouth down to lick and suck on her nipples and breasts. I did a little nibbling on them, too. She liked her nipples treated a little roughly sometimes. I shifted lower to move my mouth to her pussy, while still roughly handling her breasts and nipples.
I have firm convictions about giving my lover an orgasm or two during foreplay before ever penetrating her. Sheila had always declared that a grand tradition. I had maintained the practice before meeting her and had never heard any complaints.
I licked the wet lips of her labia, then found her clitoral hood and licked and sucked on it while Sheila gave it her best shot of smashing it into my face! She moaned out loudly as she climaxed, and I spoke to her pussy as I cautioned her, “Hush, don’t wake the baby!”
That had been a running joke of ours through our years together, and The Kid, Cindy, would even use it sometimes herself. Sheila said, “Come up here with the adults, Big Daddy. Stick that big prick of yours into Little Mama, where it belongs.”
My cock slid into her and it was like coming home. She was hot, wet, tight, and slick, all the good things a pussy should be. Her toned body returned my slam for slam, and it was only minutes before she was milking my cock for all my sperm as she came again with me.
The gorgeous little brunette had been a real bitch at times in the last couple of years, but I wouldn’t have traded my Sheila for any woman in the world! I kissed her lovingly for a couple of minutes of after play, then sated, I rolled off her and I was sound asleep within seconds.
I woke to hear a loud angry voice. “You will not speak to me in that tone of voice in this house, young lady!” I immediately recognized the enraged voice as my wife. I had been hearing that angry voice too frequently of late. She had to be in another argument with The Kid.
I came to my feet, pulled on some briefs, and headed toward the kitchen where I’d judged the sounds had originated. I’d been sleeping off the fatigue of working three straight weeks of 16-hour work shifts, but this sounded like something demanding my immediate attention!
I rounded the corner in time to see a roundhouse swing of an open hand connect to the beautiful face of my 16-year old stepdaughter Cindy! I impulsively shouted, “Sheila, I adore you, but don’t ever raise your hand to that child again!” I felt nauseous at the violence between my loved ones and the sight of blood running from Cindy’s lip.
“Tell her, Daddy!” Cindy interjected enthusiastically, rooting for our team, not understanding any of the complex issues of marriage in the real world.
I stood there for a moment, visions of divorce lawyers and enormous settlements dancing in my head. It’s not like I’m a stranger to either of those. My wife and I had been part way down that road only recently. “Cindy darling, please don’t escalate this.” I pleaded. I stepped closer to Cindy and turned her face up to examine the extent of injury to her cut lip, which was swelling rapidly and still bleeding.
I got much the same thing when Sheila took advantage of my concern for Cindy’s injury to blindside me, but her fist wasn’t open this time. I’ll have to give her credit, that little lady hit me like a professional boxer! She shouted angrily, “Are you screwing her, Bob? You take her side on everything!”
I turned to my beautiful little wife and lover and raised a big hand, but only to point a rigid index finger at her. I barked in the command voice I’d learned in the military, “Believe me, Sheila, you do not want to provoke a fist fight with a grown man, and there is no excuse for your striking our child’s face!”
Sheila stormed angrily out of the room. I knew our previously troubled relationship would only get worse from here. I turned to Cindy, “I’m sorry, Baby Girl. I’ll have to pack my clothes and leave again.” Hell, I was standing there in my briefs and barefooted having barely awakened from an exhausted sleep.
Cindy had endured the humiliation and pain of a hard blow to her face from her mother without shedding a tear, but my mentioning leaving turned on her waterworks! “Daddy, please don’t leave me here alone with her!” She cried and hugged me desperately. “Mom has treated me like dirt the last two years. If you leave me here again I’ll run away somewhere and live on the streets!”
I was filled with indecision. I knew I’d be strapped for money for legal fees and if I took Cindy with me it would seriously complicate the problems. My intense love for the girl I’d helped rear from an infant had been a large part of the reason I’d come back to Sheila the last time she’d blown up at me over little or nothing and we’d been separated for several months.
I breathed a resigned sigh and told Cindy, “Okay, Cinderella, I’ll fight her for you, but this means we’ll have to document everything. Maybe we can have her put into some anger management counseling or something.” I reached for the kitchen phone and dialed 911. When the dispatcher answered I told them, “Bob Simmons here, we’ve had a domestic disturbance and abuse of a child at my home. My wife, Sheila, has struck both my 16-year old step-daughter, Cindy, and me.”
The dispatcher responded. “A police unit has been dispatched, sir. Is an ambulance needed?”
I looked closer at Cindy’s lip and thumbed it back to see it was cut inside, too. It must have been cut by her mother’s ring. She winced at the pain, but didn’t protest my examination. “Yes, please. I’d like to hear their opinion on whether she needs stitches in her lip.”
I planned to take her to the Emergency Room to have a Surgeon examine her anyway, but the added paperwork from the ambulance crew would be more needed documentation. I was making an ice pack for her face when the doorbell rang. I handed the ice filled bag to her. “Here, Sweetheart, hold this on your face. I’ll get the door.”
As I opened the door to meet the two police officers standing there Sheila came back into the living room. “Bob, you bastard! You reported this to the police?” This incident was hurting me so terribly emotionally I couldn’t bear to look at Sheila!
I waved the officers on in and directed them toward Cindy without saying a word. She took the ice pack away from her pale face where the bruises were darkening and her cut lip was already swollen.
“Miss,” the senior officer asked her with concern in his voice, “who did this to you?”
“My mother slapped me, sir.” Cindy answered him.
Sheila shouted, “Why, you ungrateful little bitch!”
The officer turned to Sheila, “Oh, so you verbally abuse her, too? I’ll be sure to make a note of that in my report.” He turned to the other officer. “Steve, get the camera out of our unit, please. Ma’am, stand right there while I put the cuffs on, please. We’ll have to book you for assault on a minor.” Sheila went into a loud tirade, and the Officer shrugged and calmly told her, “I will add resisting arrest to the charges if you won’t go with us quietly.”
Sheila only got louder and the officer expertly grasped one of her wrists, twisted it behind her back, and cuffed her within seconds! He marched her to their car and stuffed her into the back seat, then returned to us to fill out some forms.
My mind was in turmoil. Damn it, I adored Sheila! She was my soul mate, but I could not allow her frequent mood swings to injure and alienate Cindy and drive her out on the streets! With her sweet personality, I would have loved Cindy even if she was homely as a mud fence in the rain, but she is a gorgeous little teen.
She has long blond hair, a flawless complexion, a beautiful smile, and world class blue eyes to die for. What’s more, she has seemed to worship me since before she could walk or talk.
“Please clarify your relationship for me.” The Officer asked. “You’re the girl’s step dad?”
“Technically, yes,” I told him, “but her Mom used my name on her Birth Certificate as the father. Her name has been Cindy Lynn Simmons all her life.”
The officer’s eyes perked up at that news. “Oh, that’s good news then. We have no problem leaving her in your custody.” They took pictures of both our injuries, then left with Sheila just as the ambulance arrived. The paramedics agreed Cindy’s lip might need a couple of sutures, so I dressed, then drove her to the Emergency Room.
I requested specifically they assign a Surgeon to examine and treat her, so we had to wait for over an hour. Cindy told me, “Daddy, my heart is breaking and I need some snuggles and hugs. Do you know where I could get some?”
She sat in my lap with our arms around each other the entire time. I took that time to call my attorney, and gave him a quick rundown on the latest events. He congratulated me on having had the good sense to report the assaults, and told me he’d call her lawyer to discuss anger management classes. He had all the information in his files from our previous skirmishes.
The Surgeon winced when she examined Cindy’s lip. “I am so glad you brought her in, Dad. I can see she got her Nordic good looks and blue eyes from you. The scar would have been clearly visible when it healed, and a distraction, but I can tuck it back in nicely, so she’ll be as lovely as ever.”
Cindy winked at me, and bravely sat through the treatment, as I held her hands. As we were leaving she told me, “That Doctor is so hot for you, Dad. She’s jealous of me!”
“Oh,” I answered Cindy, “I’ve had quite enough of women doctors today, thank you, Dear!” Oddly enough, Sheila was a Psychiatrist, though she hadn’t gotten along smoothly with her own daughter in several years.
I opened the truck door for Cindy and she told me graciously, “Thank you, sir. Your gallantry is too kind!” She was so beautiful I had to lean in the window and kiss my darling’s cheek. She and I have been role playing at various things since she was tiny, or tinier than she is now, anyway. A frequent theme of ours is Scarlett O’Hara and Rhett Butler.
I asked her if she was hungry, and she admitted she’d love to go to “Ryans.” They have a buffet all you can eat setup she’s always liked. I told Cindy, “Your merest whim is my command, my sweet apple dumpling.”
We parked at “Ryans”, and I turned to her. I had always been a doting father to Cindy, and something had suddenly occurred to me. I asked her, “Do you suppose jealousy of our close relationship might be part of your mom’s problem?”
I looked at Cindy, and from her expression I could see she was considering my question. “I don’t know, Daddy, but that would explain her question after she hit you if you were, you know, making love to me?”
I told her, “Perhaps so, Baby Girl, but she should know I could never do that to you.”
She held my hands and whispered, “Daddy, you could do anything to me you wanted. I want you to know now if Mom is stupid enough to dump you again, you wouldn’t have to look far for a girlfriend!”
My darling certainly knew how to make my heart melt! I kissed her sweet cheeks and the tip of her pretty nose and told her, “You are at the top of my list of loved ones too, Precious, and we will make it through this ordeal together. We’ll eat some lunch and then find your Mom and see if she’s reconsidered her rash actions yet.”
We entered the Cafeteria and I paid for two of the buffet dinners. I found a broiled salmon filet that looked good, then some steamed broccoli, cauliflower, and carrots. I wickedly allowed my greedy inner glutton a big spoon of garlic-mashed potatoes and a spoon of gravy.
I was pleased to see Cindy had chosen broiled chicken breast, scalloped potatoes, mixed veggies, and a salad. She’d been raised eating a sensible diet, and continued to do so as a matter of choice. We made small talk and took comfort in the togetherness of a good meal, then my phone rang.
I gave them a normal greeting, “Hello, Bob Simmons.”
It was Sheila’s office. “Mr. Simmons, this is Dorothy, at Dr. Simmons office. The Emergency Room at St. Johns Hospital called and Dr. Simmons is there in critical condition.”
I quickly blurted, “Thank you, Cindy’s with me, Dorothy, and we’re on our way there!”
Cindy had heard the urgency in my voice and had seen the tears rush to my eyes. “Oh, Dad! Is it Mom?”
I told her, “That was her office, Dear, and they said the Emergency Room called and she’s in critical condition. We’ll know more in a few minutes!”
We hurriedly retraced our trip of only an hour before. I went to the desk, told them we were Dr. Sheila Simmons husband and daughter, and asked about her condition. Cindy ducked into the bend of my arm and held my right hand clenched tightly against her slender body. She said, “Oh, Daddy! This is all my fault!”
I knew I had to end that nonsense instantly. I turned her to face me, and hugged her. “Don’t even think that, Darling! Sheila is your mother, an adult, and a Doctor of Psychiatry. What happened this morning was uncalled for, yes, but it was not your fault. It is your mom’s and my responsibility to prevent anyone from harming you.”
The nurse at the desk said, “Sir, your wife has been sent up to the fourth floor for emergency surgery. Her Surgeon has asked that you be sent up immediately.” Cindy and I raced for the elevator.
The Nurses on the fourth floor told us her Surgeon had been notified of our arrival, and would be out to brief us on her condition. I stood, nervously holding Cindy, until a Surgeon appeared.
“Mr. Simmons? I’m Dr. Rogers. I’m sorry to say your wife’s prognosis is not good. She has a large brain tumor, which would explain any changes in her behavior you may have been noticing in the last year or two.”
“Doctor, can we see her?” I asked anxiously. “Is she conscious?” More than anything in this world I desperately wanted Sheila to hear Cindy and me tell her we loved her!
“I’m not sure if she’ll know you,” Doctor Rogers said, “but I also understand you have to try. Follow me, please.” He led us back to the intensive care unit Sheila was in. She was plugged into more instruments than I knew the names of.
Cindy grasped her nearest hand with both of hers and told her, “I’m sorry, Mommy, I love you!” Sheila opened her eyes, and couldn’t speak, but tears rolled down her cheeks. We knew she had recognized us!
I took some tissues from a box near to hand and I went to the other side of the bed and bent to kiss Sheila. I dried her cheeks tenderly. I told her I loved her and would through eternity. Then I took tissues to Cindy and held her as we all three cried together.
Nurses came and wheeled Sheila away as Cindy and I called out our love for her! Cindy was all in tears and so frustrated then. She said, “Daddy, it was the tumor made her angry with me all this time, and the reason you two have had so much trouble! Why did this have to happen to our happy family?”
“I don’t know, Precious.” I told her, bitter tears were streaming down my face, too. “I feel like such an ass over everything that happened this morning. I should have known it was something she couldn’t control making your Mom behave so angrily toward you!”
“Dad, you had no way of knowing.” Cindy told me. “Mom has been working around medical doctors every day for years and none of them knew it either.”
I took the box of tissues and Cindy to the waiting room. I called relatives on both sides of the family and asked them to spread the news to the others. Cindy and I sat and cuddled and cried in each other’s arms for five hours until we saw Doctor Rogers coming toward us. He looked so exhausted and sad I felt like grabbing Cindy up and running away!
He said, “I am so sorry, we tried everything.”
My world ended!
Cindy was kissing me and crying desperately when I heard her voice from far away. Somehow, I responded and came back to her and regained awareness. She was terrified. “Daddy, please wake up. Don’t die! You still have me! I need you, Daddy!”
“I’m so sorry for passing out on you, Cindy.” I hugged her reassuringly. “I love you, Darling.” I wanted more than anything right then, to find a quick exit out of this life without Sheila, and take it! Where would that leave this sweet girl, though?
I waited another hour before we went to my truck. I wanted to be certain my passing out wasn’t going to happen again. I asked, “Cindy, are you hungry, Sweetheart? I haven’t been home enough lately to know if there’s even food there.”
“Yes, Dad.” Cindy spoke. “Mom and I went grocery shopping yesterday.” That started her sniffling again, and I wondered for a moment if she might need a sedative.
I asked her, “Is there anything you need while we’re out, Cindy?”
She said, “Only you, Daddy.”
We arrived at the house and I let us in. I led her to the kitchen, sat her down, and pulled a bottle of wine from the fridge. I poured two glasses and handed her one. I raised my glass to hers, and we clicked them. I toasted, “Here’s to Sheila Renee Simmons! We’ll love you until the end of time!”
Cindy toasted, “To Mom, with all our love!”
We sat and finished that bottle, then drank another one between us. We did this while answering concerned calls from relatives and friends and making a few more calls ourselves.
I called her lawyer, who was also a close friend. He was shocked at the news, but agreed the tumor could easily have been the reason for her mood swings even he had noticed, and our marital problems. He promised to bring me some papers the next morning that would help me with making the arrangements.
I had never been so heart broken in my lifetime, but I did my best to maintain a grip on existence for Cindy. She was all I had left of Sheila, and I knew I was now her entire world.
I had recently sold a business of mine, then the buyer had hired me on as a consultant. I’d been working twice as many hours as I really wanted, trying to be certain they had a successful start up. I called them and told them I had lost my wife, and I’d have my daughter in my hip pocket until I was certain she was okay, and they were very understanding.
I looked up and saw Cindy had heard every word of my end of the conversation. “I’ll be in your hip pocket, Daddy?” She asked, “Did you really mean it?”
“Of course I meant it, Darling.” I assured her. “We still have each other to care for and I need you as much as you say you need me. You are the only reason for my staying in this world without your Mom.”
We sat and talked until I finally told her, “Cindy, tomorrow will be another very long and rough day, I think it’s time we turned in.”
“Daddy,” Cindy asked, “may I sleep in your bed? I couldn’t bear to be alone tonight!”
“Of course, Cinderella.” I told her. “I don’t want to be out of arm’s reach of my Princess tonight, either.” I told her in my best Bogart imitation, “It’s you and me, Sweetheart!” I went to my bathroom and quickly showered, brushed my teeth, and shaved. I fully expected Cindy’s sweet lips and cheeks to be very close to mine in the upcoming days, and didn’t want to give her whisker rash.
I pulled on some clean briefs and went to my bed, and found Cindy in it with outstretched arms. I wrapped her in my arms and pulled her atop me and held her as we both cried! We kissed and hugged each other possessively for several hours as we grieved our tragic loss. Both of us could still scent her Mom’s cologne in our bed. I was so thankful my last night in our bed with my Darling Sheila had been a loving one!
I woke the next morning to the pleasant aroma of frying bacon and eggs. I knew we would have a busy day, so we did need a good breakfast. By the time I reached the kitchen Cindy seemed to have things under control.
She had prepared bacon and fried egg sandwiches on toast, with plentiful slices of ripe red tomatoes. She was just adding spoons of hot cream gravy to the sandwiches for a touch of decadence. She was wearing a tiny pink negligee and one of her Mom’s aprons, and she looked gorgeous.
I walked up behind her and put my hands on her slender hips.
“Oh, Baby.” I told her, as I kissed her elegant neck, “That looks good enough to eat! The breakfast looks tasty, too.” Cindy laughed at my flattery, and turned to give me a kiss! I was happy to see her smile and asked her, “How’s that sweet lip of yours holding up, Love?”
“It’s much better today, Dad. Thank you.” She said. “Could we do breakfast on the patio?”
“Certainly we can, Honey.” I told her. “Do you want coffee or milk?”
“Actually, Dad.” She shared. “I was thinking of doing this Continental style and having a hair of the dog that bit us last night?”
“Well, it is noon somewhere in the world, isn’t it?” I opened the wine and found glasses as she added slices of cantaloupe, watermelon, and strawberries to our breakfast platters, and carried them to the patio.
The view of her from behind was outstanding. She was developing swiftly into every bit as beautiful a woman as her mother had been, and I had to remind myself she was still my little girl.
My little girl extended her range a bit as I arrived on the patio with the glasses and wine. She asked sweetly, “I hope you don’t mind if I catch a few rays before the sun gets too hot?”
I told her, “No, of course not.” She took off the flimsy garments she had on, and displayed a sexy young body any girl would be proud of. She had always been allowed to be nude in our pool, in the hot tub, or back yard, so I could hardly get prudish with her now.
The Kid had been developing quite a rack for a tiny woman. She had a very nice set of 32-Bs. I was happy I was still able to think of her as The Kid, though it took some exertion of willpower. Her pink nipples atop her areola stood out like little berries. I attacked my breakfast to get my mind on a safer track.
We both seemed in synch with dreading what was to come later so we just made idle chit chat as we enjoyed our breakfast and each other’s company.
Sheila’s lawyer was the first to call. He said if we were up and around he’d pay us a courtesy call and explain Sheila’s life insurance, her expressed wishes for a funeral, and her will. I thanked him, then invited him to drop in.
“I’m sorry, Doll,” I told Cindy, “but your Mom’s attorney is on his way over. I’m afraid we’ll have to tend to business for a while.”
“Okay, Daddy.” Cindy reluctantly agreed, “I’ll start the dishwasher, and cover the eye candy.” My “little girl” stood and did a sexy stripper’s pelvic wind up and bump and grind that I could only imagine Sheila had taught her during one of her more insanely funny moments! She left me laughing as she gathered our empty platters and headed for the kitchen.
The attorney, John Taylor, arrived. Cindy came into the living room chastely wrapped in a long dressing gown, which I felt to be appropriate, given the circumstances, and that we were in our own home.
John asked me, “Are you certain you want Cindy here?”
I assured him, “She’s the closest thing to Sheila Renee Simmons except for her Mom’s twin. Yes, I want her here.”
“Okay,” he said, “Sheila’s life insurance policies should pay in the neighborhood of ten million. They should be cutting you a check as soon as we send them a copy of the death certificate. Her stocks and investments will total about twenty-seven million. She left it all to you, Bob, and I’ll tell you now even during your worst problems, she never wavered in her faith you’d care for Cindy.”
John resumed, “There are also a number of millions invested in the partnership in the clinic. That may have to go to arbitration. I’ll take it up with them, unless you’d like your own lawyer to do that, but you are sole beneficiary of that, too. Then there are notes on her funeral, and her contracts paid in full with a funeral home and several jazz groups for the New Orleans style parade…”
Cindy and I were laughing hysterically about the preparations. She was in my lap by this time, of course. Cindy summed it up, when she proudly told the lawyer, “Yes, that’s my Mom!” Cindy went from laughing at her Mom’s funeral plans to crying like a baby!
I knew that would be happening for months, if not years, for both of us. Her Mom had been an amazing character, and she’d been torn from our lives! I cradled Cindy in my arms as she clung tightly to me and we both wept. Sheila’s lawyer told us he’d leave us a copy of all the papers, then he left.
Sheila’s twin sister, Sara was our next caller. Oh, how I had dreaded this call! Sara looked so much like my Sheila it was spooky. I handed the phone off to Cindy, and she handled it while I went to the rest room, and replenished our drinks. I returned to hear Cindy saying, “Yes, Aunt Sara, we’ll be at the airport to meet your plane as soon as we’re dressed.” Cindy looked up at me and I knew this was one of those things we’d have to do. Sheila had always been very close to her twin.
What Cindy probably had never heard is I had been very close to marrying her Aunt Sara sixteen years before. She had suddenly broken off our relationship a few days before our wedding day without any explanation.
Almost immediately, Sheila had given me a concerned call, and I’d visited her home. She’d been pregnant with Cindy already and her pregnancy had only drawn me closer to her. She had consoled me, which I’d felt like I craved. Her uncanny resemblance to my lost love Sara had seemed to make me love her all the more. I had never spent another night out of her arms until our marital problems of a few months before.
We dressed and drove to the airport, and our reunion with Sara was very emotional. I had learned something already, and had a pocket stuffed with tissues. Sara and I had seen each other any number of times in the intervening years, but things were all different now that Sheila had passed. I kissed her, and yes, it elevated my heart rate. She was so much like my love I had just lost!
We managed between us to get her bags to our truck. I drove to our house, and Cindy put her aunt and her things into one of the guestrooms, then she took charge. “In my Mother’s absence, I am declaring myself the queen bee of this hive.” she said. “I’ve also decided we need an hour zone out time in the pool, no clothing or serious discussions allowed.”
That seemed a fine idea to me so I went to my room and stripped. I was the first one into the pool and watched avidly as Cindy and Sara’s sleek bodies made graceful dives a few moments later. They each appeared in my arms as they came up from their dives.
“Thank you, Girls,” I told them, “This feels fantastic.” I got sweet kisses from them both.
I thanked Cindy for her having given me another reason for living, and she hushed me. “I thought I said no serious discussions during this zone out time, Dad? If you persist Aunt Sara and I will have to beat you without mercy!” Sara seconded that and they kissed each other fondly to seal their pact.
I interjected, “Sara, it is so kind of you to be here with us. I dreaded your presence at first, you are so very much like Sheila, I knew it would hurt to see you.”
Cindy exclaimed, “That did it, Dad! Now you get the dreaded ass whipping from hell!” They both dunked me, and I let them of course, they are tiny things. They may be close to my weight between the two of them. I let them chase me around the pool and our wrestling and play was therapeutic. I enjoyed spanking a couple of beautiful bare butts, but otherwise took it light on them.
We were all panting for breath the next time we regrouped. I couldn’t resist them, and kissed them both passionately. Cindy said, “I think it’s time we all went to Dad’s bed.”
My darling Cindy grabbed my prick and I asked, “Cindy Lynn Simmons, what on Earth do you think you are doing, Girl?”
“You are in serious need of a radical attitude adjustment, Dad.” She said, then kissed me again. “Aunt Sara and I are about to give you one.”
We exited the pool. Sara ducked into the master bath to grab some towels, then wrapped them around each of our wet heads. We gathered on the bed. Cindy was still into her leadership role, and told us, “Now it’s time for our de-flowering the virgin rite. Anyone who wants to chant magical things, feel free!”
With that she straddled me and impaled herself on my erection! I felt her hymen stretch and tear as her eyes rolled back into her head. “Oh, Sweetheart!” I gasped, “I never expected that out of you!”
Her blue eyes opened again, and she sighed, “You didn’t know how madly in love with you I am then, Daddy!” She raised herself an inch or two, then lowered herself again to my pelvis. Her pussy felt like a snug velvet glove around me. Sara kissed Cindy’s lips passionately and they were so beautiful together!
I can only plead we were three people in love motivated by the primitive drive to survive an unbearable loss. I reached a hand to Sara’s sweet pussy I’d been without for so many years and she moaned loudly into Cindy’s mouth. Sara next moved her mouth to one of Cindy’s breasts as I continued to finger fuck her.
I suggested, “Sara, you used to like sitting on my face.” That was all the invitation she needed! Within seconds her lovely pussy descended onto my mouth. I got a glimpse and could tell she was soul kissing Cindy. I was glad for the diversion, because Cindy’s tight and not broken in yet pussy was feeling so damned fine to me and I wanted her first time to last a while for both of us.
I found Sara’s clit and the lips of her vagina, and she was so much like Sheila it hurt me. I was still in love with Sara, of course. Having been married and in love with her twin sister all these years hadn’t changed that.
My Cindy began to play with her new toy. I could tell she was enjoying the pleasure her aunt and I were giving her. Sara was writhing on my face, as Cindy was on my hard cock. I thrust my pelvis and face up at both of them!
I reached my hands up and found one of Cindy’s small breasts and one of Sara’s larger ones. I moaned around Sara’s clit, trying to show them both I was enjoying them.
The volume of the two girl’s noises seemed to increase, and Cindy was slamming her sweet pussy onto my pelvis. I knew they were both close to an orgasm and I pinched their nipples to see if that would put them over the top. Sara began flooding me with her sweet juices, then Cindy began screaming. My sperm seemed to gush into my darling like a hydrant! Damn, she felt exquisite.
Both of my girls collapsed into my arms panting, one on either side. I divided my time in kissing them both long and lovingly.
Sara relaxed there limply for a few minutes, then she asked, “Would you two like to hear a mind blowing secret? It involves the three of us and Sheila.”
My mind was wondering what it could possibly be, but curious Cindy spoke first. “Okay, I’ll ask, what’s the secret?”
Sara put both hands on my chest and then her pretty chin on them as she smiled and looked intently into Cindy’s eyes. “Your Mom was still technically a virgin when she got pregnant with you.”
My mind began spinning trying to understand the logic in that. I asked, “How could that be, Sara?”
She said, “Sheila and I were very close, being identical twins. We were halves of what was once a single zygote. We were almost inseparable as children. When we began exploring our own bodies sexually it seemed only natural for us to explore our twin. We kept it up all through our teens, and I began dating you. You were the first man I made love with, Bob, and I fell head over heels in love with you!”
I stammered, “Then why did you stand me up, almost at the church?” I still remembered that as a very painful event in my life.
Sara confided, “Sheila asked me that, too. She was near as in love with you as I was already, and I knew you really liked her. I told her if she wanted you she’d better just shut up and claim you quick, before someone else got you on the rebound. Don’t you see, Bob? Sheila had never made love with anyone but me, yet somehow she got pregnant. I must have transported a little swimmer home to her. I was on the pill because of you, but she wasn’t.”
Cindy gasped, “You don’t mean it?”
“Yes.” Sara smiled and nodded, “Bob has to be your real father, and I somehow impregnated your mom with his sperm while having sex with her. There is no other possible explanation. She must have been too embarrassed about our relationship to ever tell anyone.” That news hit both Cindy and me like a ton of bricks!
I hugged Sara close and told her, “What you did has to have been the most unselfish act I’ve heard in my life, though I was heart broken by your rejection of me at the time.”
“Well,” Sara said, as tears ran down her pretty cheeks. “I felt responsible. I’d knocked up my sister by not taking enough precautions. My plan had worked all these years. Sheila got the sweetest husband in the world, you got my twin to replace me in your heart, and Cindy had her own Daddy. I was left an old maid, but even the best of my plans can have a flaw.”
“Sara,” I kissed her and told her, “Sheila never replaced you in my heart. She made her own place there in your self-imposed absence. I love you more now than I did the night I asked you to marry me.”
Cindy climbed between the two of us, hugging and kissing in both directions! “Early thirties is not an old maid, Aunt Sara.” Cindy insisted and laughed mischievously! “You and Daddy have plenty of time to have my little brothers and sisters!”
Sara slapped Cindy’s butt affectionately and told her, “Your Father may not want any more children, Cindy, and especially not with me.”
“Oh,” Cindy fired back, “That means you would? Genetically, they’d be my full brothers and sisters, and I’m not such an ugly kid, am I?”
“No, Cindy.” Sara said. “You are the most adorable young lady I know, and the fact I was so close to becoming your Mom myself has always made me love you like crazy!”
I felt even closer to the two of them than I had before. I hoped I could somehow at least partially repay Sara for the sacrifices she’d made for the rest of us.
We lounged in bed for another while, then I told the girls I hated to, but I was going to have to get out of bed and see to the arrangements. They both insisted they’d help me, then we did more hugging and kissing.
They scattered to their own showers to get ready. I showered and shaved in near record time. I dressed casually, then made a call to the funeral home my darling had chosen.
They extended their condolences and told me they’d heard the news and had been expecting my call. I was asked to meet with them at my convenience, and I set up a meeting for an hour later. Sara and Cindy were dressed when they came out of their rooms.
I asked them if they were hungry and told them we had a meeting in an hour, so we could build a quick sandwich if they wanted? They wanted, so I volunteered to fry scrambled eggs, if someone else could do toast and slice dill pickles and tomatoes.
We worked together well as a team. Cindy also popped bacon into the microwave, and I thought the sandwiches delicious, especially when washed down by a glass of Sheila’s favorite wine. We solemnly toasted her memory with it, of course.
We used Sheila’s car for this errand. It was so much nicer than my truck. It should be, considering the chunk of change it had cost Sheila. She hadn’t fallen prey to all the pretenses some Doctors do, but had relented on the luxury car because it drove like a dream.
The gentleman we met at the mortuary recalled having helped Sheila with the plans and assured us he only needed us to update the next of kin for the obituary and a couple of other forms.
Sara and Cindy managed that quickly and decided on times for the viewing and funeral services.
Cindy and Sara had brought one of Sheila’s favorite gowns, and a picture showing how she liked her hair and makeup done, and I had to take a walk outside to get some air. This was all so traumatic! I cleared my head for a while, then went back in.
I asked the director about the jazz bands Sheila had contracts with and he said he was quite familiar with them, having dealt with them before. He offered to contact them and I quickly thanked him. He said they’d be marching in the property out back owned and maintained by the funeral home.
I asked the girls, “Do you two have any suggestions about flowers? Sheila liked them a lot.” They seemed to draw a blank so I suggested, “How about if we went to every florist in town and ordered most of their available arrangements delivered? We could appeal to everyone attending to take some flowers on the way out and deliver them to a hospital, clinic, or nursing home.
“Mom would have liked that idea a lot, Dad.” Cindy said. “It’s so you! Most of the doctors, nurses, and others in medical fields in town will be here anyway.”
We found a phone book and drove to a half dozen different local florists. After we explained our plans they got creative and promised the chapel and their entire yard would have a floral theme!
Cindy and Sara both seemed to be okay with the plans for the funeral, so I proposed we go to our favorite bar slash seafood spot for a couple of hours of relaxation. We shocked the owners and some of the customers. Most of them who knew us had heard the news of Sheila’s untimely death, so her identical twin Sara’s appearance surprised them!
Sara asked for a frozen Margarita, and Cindy looked to me for permission. At my nod she ordered one, too. I asked the waiter to make it three. Sara was looking through the menu, and asked, “Everything on the menu sounds so good, do you two recommend anything in particular?”
Cindy and I spoke in concert, “The fried green tomatoes!” We laughed, then told her they are a favorite of ours, as they had been of Sheila’s.
The Margaritas arrived and I raised my glass and proposed a toast. “Here’s to Sheila, and to our making more good memories with those she loved the most!” Cindy, Sara, and I clicked glasses all around. Sara was so beautiful she reminded of why I’d fallen in love with her years before.
I suggested to the girls, “If you’d like, we could order our own smorgasbord, a variety of things. How does hush puppies, fried green tomatoes, fried shrimp, boiled shrimp, shrimp brioche, fried oysters, broiled sea scallops, crab cakes, and fish filets sound?”
“That sounds yummy, Dad!” Cindy exclaimed. “We would have plenty of leftovers from that for a picnic later around the pool. I double dog dare you to order it.”
Sara smiled impishly and added, “I triple dog dare you!” I have never been a man who could refuse a good dare, especially from beautiful women. We placed our order, then went to the salad bar and I put a scoop of cottage cheese on a bed of fresh spinach leaves, and topped that with bacon bits and a couple of deviled eggs.
The waitress brought us a bowl of mayonnaise, knowing my preference for Marie Rose sauce with seafood. Cindy asked, “May I mix it, Dad?” I handed her the bowl and she expertly added ketchup, lemon juice, and a dash of Tabasco sauce, as she’d learned years ago.
“Oh, that does bring back memories!” Sara exclaimed. “You used to put that on salads, seafood, meats, and most everything you ate, except me. I want some too, please.” Cindy spooned some onto her platter, then passed the bowl.
“Yep,” I told Sara, “You can see I raised my Kid on it.”
Our food was delicious, and the variety made it doubly tasty. We savored every bite, and Cindy shared her own plan with us. “I’m going to take my time eating so I won’t fill up too quickly. I think I’ll go out in their yard in a few minutes and do some hand stands and cart wheels to rearrange things so I can eat more!”

Sara and I both laughed at her idea. Sara confided, “I think I’ll pass on the acrobatics, Honey. The picnic around the pool later sounds good though.”
“Yeah!” Cindy’s eyes lit up. “Dad should need another ‘attitude adjustment’ by then!” Cindy turned to me. “Dad, you are going to ask Aunt Sara to stay with us, aren’t you? I can tell you two are still madly in love and we all three need each other now.”
I had to smile at Cindy’s impudence. I reached for her hand and for Sara’s. “You are quite a little match maker, Cinderella. This is all very sudden, and we really shouldn’t rush things. Sara, I will say Cindy is at least partially right. I am still very much in love with you. I hope you will at least give some thought to reconsidering your rejection of my last marriage proposal?”
Sara’s smile lit up her face, and she looked so lovely as she spoke sincerely to me, “Bob, I once gave you up for Sheila, and for Cindy, and for you. If you and Cindy ever want me out of your lives again, you will have to beat me, whip me, and make me write bad checks. Turn me on, then don’t let me cum. Take me to the bad side of town and pimp my body cheap. Otherwise, I’ll never leave your side again!”
Cindy leaped from her chair and gave us both kisses and hugs. She cackled, then told us, “When we get home, you two can start working on making some brothers and sisters for me!”
“Sweetheart, I believe we’ll have to give that idea some serious thought and discussion.” I shrugged, winked, and told Cindy, “We could practice for it, in the meantime, though.”

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Full of frustrated passion, a little sister is dripping and in need of her big brother!

Brother’s Incestuous Bet

(An Incestuous Harem Story)

Chapter Four: Little Sister’s Dripping Passion

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Maria Reenburg

“Now come with me and we’ll get started on what you can do for me,” Vanessa purred.

The African American woman had a naughty grin on her face. Her wavy, black hair spilled about her hungry features. She was my father’s secretary at his office in the state capitol. Her fake boobs stretched her blouse, her short skirt hugging her lithe thighs and curving hips. The flavor of my father’s cum, mixed with her pussy juices, lingered on my lips.

She’d blocked me from having sex with my father. She knew I was trying to seduce him. I was just getting Daddy all buttered up, all nice and horny, and then she came in and took advantage of his hard dick. I always suspected Daddy was cheating on Mom and fucking Vanessa, now I knew it. I heard them, then tasted the proof. She promised me, though, if I did things for her, she would help bring Daddy around to incest.

To having sex with me.

Vanessa sauntered before me. She was a leggy woman, her hips swaying as she sauntered on her high heels. I smoothed my pleated skirts. They flared and fell down to my mid-thigh, looking like something sexy but still appropriate for an intern to wear at a state senator’s office.

I glanced at the door to my daddy’s private office. I was so close and then Vanessa came in. But she was always around. She had some sort of hold on him. If I tried to do any seduction, she would swoop in and take advantage of it.

I didn’t have a choice.

I followed her through the reception area of my father’s office. My desk and Vanessa’s were in here. She sauntered to a small side room where there was a conference table, good for group meetings. What did she want me to do in there?

Vanessa sauntered in, saying, “Close the door behind you.”

“Okay,” I said, my heart hammering in my chest. I felt so scared. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to go. I was supposed to win my bet with my brother handily today. He thought he could seduce our Mom before I could get Daddy’s cock in me. I even let him have a head start.

It was supposed be easy. I needed to win this bet. I wanted to beat my smug brother and take his car. Then I would drive him around. It would be so much fun. He’d have to watch me have Daddy’s child, too, knowing it could have been his child if he’d just sealed the deal with Mom first.

I closed the door behind me. The sound echoed through the room. Vanessa turned around, her breasts swaying in her low-cut blouse. Her hands gripped her skirt. She worked it up slowly, the cloth sliding up her thighs. She wiggled her hips, letting out a whimpering moan.

I swallowed. My heart pounded. “You want me to…”

“Yes, lick me clean,” she said, her skirt rising higher, exposing more and more of her dark-brown thighs. She had a rich hue to her skin, a lovely mahogany that had my heart beating faster and faster.

Then her skirt popped over her pussy. She wore no underwear. Her pussy was shaved and glistening. My father’s cum dribbled out of her, the pearly spunk standing out against her dark skin. One line was oozing down her right inner thigh.

I shivered, staring at my father’s seed. It was Daddy’s cum. That little taste she gave me had left me aching. I was turned on, but I’d never eaten pussy before. I’d imagined eating Mom’s while masturbating, of course, pretending to lick Daddy’s or Sean’s cum out of her depths.

My pussy clenched. A wave of heat washed through me. My nipples throbbed in my bra. I wiggled my hips from side to side, my panties absorbing the passion leaking out of me. This molten heat that begged me to do something.

“You eat me out, and I’ll guide your father to accepting incest,” Vanessa moaned. “You’ll get that dick in you, just like you want.”

I fell to my knees. “I want that,” I groaned, my mouth watering. My hands grabbed her hips. “I want that so badly.”

She grabbed a fistful of my blonde hair and yanked my head to her pussy, saying, “Course you do. You’re a nasty, little pervert.”

She pressed my mouth against her shaved pussy. Her hot flesh rubbed on my lips. Daddy’s salty cum coated my lips along with her tangy cream. I shuddered, my hands gripping her thighs as she whimpered. Her hips ground her snatch against me, smearing her cunt across my mouth. I opened wide, letting that naughty mix of juices flow into my mouth.

This was such a wicked thing to do. I thrust my tongue out, eager to taste more and more of my daddy’s spunk. My body trembled, heat flowing through me. My tongue fluttered through her pussy, caressing her silky folds, gathering up that tangy cream and incestuous jizz.

My eyes squeezed shut. I groaned and she shuddered. Her big tits jiggled in her blouse. She groaned, her back arching. She bit her lower lip, her head shaking from side to side. Her hips wiggled, undulating and grinding on me.

“That’s it, you little pervert,” she moaned. “Mmm, you’re such a slut, aren’t you? You just want to eat all that cum out of me. Mmm, yes, yes, lick my cunt, you little, White bitch.”

I shuddered at her humiliating words. A strange flush ran through me. My brother called me a slut and whore, but I never felt like he was demeaning me. I shouldn’t be doing this, but I was tasting my daddy’s cum.

“Mmm, yes, yes, just a perverted, little rich bitch,” she moaned. “Think you can get whatever you want. This is the real world. You gotta pay, cunt. Now get that tongue in me. Wiggle it around.”

I thrust my tongue deep into her pussy. Her hot sheath clenched about it as her tangy juices flowed into my mouth. I fluttered my tongue, scooping out my daddy’s jizz. That delicious, salty flavor burst on my tongue every time I found more.

She moaned, her face twisting in bliss as she ground on me. Her hips wiggled from side to side, smearing those hot cuntlips on my mouth. Her cream spilled over my chin as she moaned. She held my blonde hair, holding me tight to her twat.

My tongue thrust into her cunt over and over again. I quested around, searching for more of my daddy’s cum. I groaned as I found more and more, but it was dwindling. I strained my tongue, fluttering through her, whimpering, wanting to eat all that yummy cum out of her.

“Fuck, yes,” moaned Vanessa. “Lick my cunt, you little rich bitch.”

I let out a frustrated moan.

“I don’t care if there’s no more of your father’s jizz in me,” she panted, staring down at me. “I want you cleaning me. Put that mouth to work and pay me, cunt!”

She pulled harder on my hair, grinding her pussy on my mouth, using me. I whimpered and fluttered my tongue. I remembered every little thing that my brother did to my cunt. I caressed her pussy lips with my lips. I would pay her. I would get my cunt full of Daddy’s dick.

I could make her cum to get that.

My tongue lapped furiously through her. I would show her how a rich bitch ate cunt. She gasped and moaned. Pleasure crossed her dark face. She ran her tongue over her thick lips. She cooed and purred, loving what I was doing to her.

“Oh, yes, that’s it!” she moaned. “Just a good little pussy licker, eh, you pervert bitch?”

“Uh-huh!” I moaned then found her clit.

I swirled my tongue around her hard nub nestled in her pussy lips. I caressed it, fluttered against it. My own cunt clenched as I remembered my brother doing all those naughty things to my clit. My little bud throbbed in my panties as I latched my lips on hers.

Sucked.

She gasped. Her back arched, her fake tits bouncing in her chest. She twisted her fingers through my hair as she gasped out in rapture. Her cream flowed out of her, coating my chin and running down my throat. She whimpered.

“Fuck, yes!” she gasped as her body shook.

Juices gushed out of her, spilling over my mouth.

“Such a good, little pervert bitch!” she moaned. “Ooh, yes, yes, yes!”

I lapped at her tangy folds, gathering the cream gushing out of her. I licked her up, my own cunt burning. I wanted to touch myself. I wanted to rub my cunt until I had a frothy explosion. I kept licking her, teasing her, sending more and more waves through her.

I would pay her. I would get Daddy’s dick in me. It would be incredible.

Her back arched a final time. She let out a throaty moan and then her shoulders slumped. She panted and then stumbled back from me, wrenching her pussy from my mouth. I panted, cunt juices dribbling down my throat. Her head shook as she bumped into the table, planting her hand on it as she fanned her face.

“Oh, wow, you’re good at that,” she said.

“Thanks,” I said, my cheeks burning, my face on fire.

“So, you keep being a good, little pussy licker, Maria, and I’ll help your daddy overcome his aversion to incest.” She winked at me. “Then you’ll get what you want.”

“I need it soon,” I said, my body trembling. “Real soon!”

She sauntered to me, leaned over, and patted my cheek, a big smile on her lips. “I’m sure it won’t be too long.”

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

Sean Reenburg

It was a long day working at my mother’s law office. I had no idea how to make up for what happened last Friday. I had massaged her tits, groping those big, lush mounds. I made her cum just from nipple play. But it snapped her out of it. She was embarrassed, even ashamed, of what happened. She wanted to pretend that it didn’t happen.

She hardly talked to me at all today, staying in her office.

How was I supposed to seduce her before Maria got her pussy wrapped around dad’s dick? She was at his office right now. I expected the triumphant text to come at any time.

Meanwhile, I was stuck in this office, my skin tense, my stomach twisting. Mrs. Nielson, the old woman hired as a temp while my mom’s normal paralegal was on maternity leave, was always around. She was puttering from place to place. Worse, Mom would only be in the room with me when that old bitch was around.

I just wanted to grab my mom. I wanted to touch her. To kiss her. To do all those things I did to Maria to Mom.

She was such a beauty. Blonde, like Maria. Only mom had bigger tits. She had that lush, mature build of a woman with experience. Maria was a budding flower, gorgeous and sensual and delicious, but she wasn’t forbidden fruit.

She wasn’t the woman who carried me in her womb and birthed me.

I wanted to slide my cock back in her. I wanted to fuck her hard. To bend her over her desk and fuck her. My dick was hard all day. Frustration built and built in me. I needed satisfaction. I wanted it from Mom.

Needed it from mom.

She appeared out of her office. “Mrs. Nielson, do you have that research I need?”

“I’ve almost got it,” the old woman said, looking up from her desk.

“I got it, Mom,” I said, staring at her. “I can show it to you.” In your office. Alone.

“No, no, I need it from my paralegal. She knows what she’s doing.” She fixed her blue eyes on me for a moment then looked away. She pushed up her glasses, giving her a naughty librarian vibe, only making her sexier. Even in the frumpy outfit she wore today, her blouse buttoned up to her neck, her skirt long, past her knees.

I’d never seen her dress so conservatively before. She was afraid of what I gave her. How could I overcome that fear?

“Mom, I know how to do this,” I said. “I’m here to learn.”

“And you are,” she said. “Now, why don’t you run out and get us lunch. I’m feeling like Greek. Sound good?”

“Fine,” I muttered.

As I fetched lunch, my mind worked on the problem. I couldn’t see any way to get around it. I needed Mrs. Elliston’s advice, but she was out on maternity leave. Her son, who was also her lover, wouldn’t pass along my messages, saying she had to focus on being a mother.

I wanted to scream out my frustration.

The line at the Greek restaurant was long. They were busy, and I was hard the entire time.

My balls simmered through the day, growing fuller and fuller. Part of me wanted to go jack off, but I hadn’t masturbated in months. Not when I had a horny sister who would take care of me. Besides, I didn’t want to imagine fucking my mom.

I wanted to actually fuck her.

I checked my phone every minute, waiting for that damned text from my sister. It would be gloating, triumphant. I would have to give her my Corvette. I wouldn’t get to breed her. I wanted that so much. I wanted her and mom to be pregnant with my child at the same time.

I stewed through the afternoon. Every time Mom would emerge, I would smile at her, stand up, letting her see how much I’d grown up. I felt her eyes flicking at me. I felt there was something in that gaze. Like she knew I had grown up. That I was a man now, twenty and ready to please her.

Then she’d scurry away into her office.

Finally, the day came to an end. I wondered if she would even drive home with me. On Friday, she sent me home alone, giving me her keys pretending she had to work late. I was rock hard, my balls aching. It was painful to be hard this long.

I slipped into the passenger seat, glancing at her skirt covering her thighs. Even with that baggy garment, I could see the outline of her toned thighs. I wanted to touch her, stroke her. Grope her. It would be so incredible to touch her. To make her purr and gasp. I would give her such wicked thrill.

“Maybe you should drive yourself in,” Mom said. “You have that nice car your father bought you. Shame you’re not using it.”

“Oh,” I said, my stomach growing tense.

She nodded her head. “Yes, yes, you should be driving around in that car, not wasting your summer in my law office.” She gave me a motherly smile while her voice sounded… strained. “Meet some girls.”

“I don’t mind,” I said. “There’s time for girls when I get out of law school.”

“There won’t be,” she said, shaking your head. “You’re young. You should be enjoying yourself, not cooped up with your old mom.”

“You’re not old,” I said, glancing at her.

Her cheeks went pink. “Still, I want you to enjoy yourself. So, tomorrow, you’ll drive your own car, and you can leave when you want.”

My heart pounded faster and faster. “If I still have my car,” I muttered. “I made a bet with Maria. I think she’s going to win.”

“Oh?” she asked. “Really?”

I shrugged. “Thought I would win, but…” I sighed. I didn’t know what to say. Should I just blurt it out? Should I just tell her the truth? That I wanted to fuck her so badly. That I wanted to grab her hand and shove it against my crotch. “I don’t think it’ll happen. I think she won today. She’ll be gloating when we get home.”

“Oh, sorry,” she said. “Well, you don’t know for sure, do you?”

I shrugged. I was going to lose my car, and I had no chance to bang my mom. Fuck.

It was an awkward drive home. I stared at the window, my stomach growing tighter and tighter. How would Maria gloat? How would she taunt me about this? She would rub it in my face. Maybe she’d show off her panties stained with cum.

Dad’s cum.

Maybe she’d have a video of it. She’d have me watch it while licking his jizz off her panties. “That’s when he bred my pussy, bro,” Maria moaned in my imagination. “That’s when Daddy knocked me up.”

My stomach boiled. I didn’t want that at all. My cheeks burned. I squirmed, almost feeling sick about this entire situation. My guts grew heavier and heavier every block that we came closer and closer to our house.

We turned down the street. Million dollar homes flashed by us. I squirmed, seeing ours ahead. Dad’s car was in the driveway. Which meant my sister was home. My heart pounded faster as Mom hit the button to open the garage door. She passed Dad’s car, parking beside my Corvette. I glanced at it.

Maybe I should take it for one last drive…

“I’m going to take a bath and go to bed,” she said. “You should order some dinner or something.”

“Sure,” I said, nodding my head.

“Maybe she hasn’t won yet,” Mom said, touching my hand.

Fire burst inside of me. My dick transmuted into stiff lead as her touch ignited a fire in me. Her fingers were touching me. Stroking me. I groaned. My cock twitched with my heartbeat. I stared into her eyes. They were so blue behind her glasses. I wanted to lean in and kiss her. I wanted to pounce her.

Fuck her.

Then she jerked her hand away and bolted from the car.

“Fuck!” I muttered, her footsteps echoing through the garage before she vanished into the house.

The seat creaked as I shifted. Despite the dread of facing my sister, the frustration was back. That ache in my balls made me groan. I had to get some relief. Maybe Maria would give me a pity blowjob or something.

If she wasn’t riding Dad’s cock right now. In his office, bouncing up and down on him, working that nineteen-year-old cunt up and down his dick. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to picture her and Dad, my blood boiling.

“Fuck it,” I snarled. I was tired of this dread. This horny ache. I just wanted to get this over with.

I burst out of the car and slammed the door shut. I marched through the stuffy, hot garage, my shoes smacking on the concrete. I wrenched open the door. The cool air washed over me. It led out into the kitchen. I crossed it to the living room, expecting to find Maria waiting for me with a big, gloating grin on her face.

Nothing.

I swept my gaze around, wondering if she was hiding, waiting to spring out of at me, her skirt hiked up, showing me the cum running out of her pussy, her labia spread open to show that she’d been fucked hard by our father.

“Maria?” I asked.

I moved through the living room to the den. It was like the living room but didn’t have a TV. My sister wasn’t in here. Dad was working in his office, the door open. He had headphones on, nodding to the music’s beat, his tie loosened. I swept past him. She wasn’t fucking him right now.

I headed upstairs and reached her door. I could hear my mom filling up the bathtub in the master bathroom. I wanted to burst in there, find her naked, and then pounce on her. I would fuck her hard. Even If Maria won…

I threw open Maria’s bedroom door. “Okay, show me the…”

She wasn’t in here either.

“Fuck,” I muttered, my stomach twisting more and more. Was she torturing me? The little bitch.

My frustrated lusts fueled the growing anger in me. I went to my room, barreling in, expecting to find her naked on my bed, her body flushed, Daddy’s cum leaking out of her and staining my comforter. She would be playing with herself, teasing me.

Nope. Not here.

“The fuck,” I muttered, looking at my empty room.

I went to my closet, ripped it open. She wasn’t hiding there. Not that she could. I just threw all my junk in there and closed it tight. I growled, spinning around. Was she in the backyard? Was she making me hunt her down to find out?

What a bitch.

I peered out the window, studying the large backyard. Evidence of the party where we conceived our bet was all gone. There was a large lawn that spread out across the yard, dotted with bushes and several quiet places. There was a pool, a little fountain, and a gazebo.

There was movement in there. Something pink.

Maria?

I bolted out of my room and rushed through the house. I took the stairs two at a time. I rushed through the house to the back door and burst out into the summer heat. Birds chirped. The warmth washed around me. I marched across the lawn, heading to my execution.

I reached the gazebo and instead of finding my sister gloating in triumph, she sat on the bench in there, staring out at the fountain, her face looking lifeless. Her eyes flicked to me then they looked away.

“You’re not… demanding my keys?” I asked. “You’re not showing off proof of fucking Dad?”

She shrugged her shoulders.

Laughter burst out of me. “You didn’t succeed. You didn’t fuck Dad!”

She bolted to her feet, her pleated, pink skirt swirling about her thighs. Her blonde hair spilled about her face, her blue eyes, the same shade as Mom’s, flared with such brilliance. “You didn’t fuck Mom! And you had a week!”

“But you were so certain that Dad would fall all over you,” I growled, my frustration bursting out of me. I was stressed all day, and she failed. She couldn’t get Dad to fuck her when she dressed like that.

She was so sexy. So gorgeous. She was showing off her body, unlike mom. My sister’s blouse was low-cut, her youthful breasts on display. Her skirt was short, her legs toned and lithe. She was a delicious creature. She looked so coquettish. So wanton. She stood there, swinging her hips from side to side, looking so tempting. So alluring.

My dick was so hard.

“You had all week to fuck Mom, and you failed!” she hissed. “So don’t get on my ass because I didn’t get a chance to seduce Dad today!”

All my frustration burst through me. Maria had been teasing me all week while Mom had kept herself from me. She wouldn’t give me what I needed. Now Maria was here, her tits jiggling beneath me. I needed satisfaction. God, my little sister was so fucking sexy.

I grabbed her shoulders and thrust her back against the gazebo’s latticed wall.

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

Maria Reenburg

I gasped in shock as my brother grabbed my shoulders and shoved me into the gazebo’s latticed wall. Such anger and frustration welled in me. I didn’t need his shit from him right now. Not after having to listen to Vanessa fuck my dad two more times today.

Two more times when I had to lick her pussy clean of his cum while she called me “cunt” and “bitch” and “little pervert.” There was nothing perverted about incest. It was a beautiful thing, and she was pissing on it.

Stealing it from me.

“Let go of me, Sean!” I hissed as his face twisted with anger.

He kissed me.

He sealed his lips over mine. His tongue thrust into my as he pressed his body, in that sex suit he was wearing, against me. His cock was hard, bulging against my stomach. His tongue dueled with mine as frustration boiled through me.

I pressed on his chest. I didn’t want this right now. I didn’t want to feel him kiss me. His hands squeezed my tits through my blouse as his tongue swirled through my mouth. I growled into the kiss, struggling to break it.

I wrenched my mouth away, snarling, “Stop it!”

“Make me,” he growled. “All weekend you teased me. All weekend you taunted me. Boasting how fast it would take you to get Dad to fuck you. How it wouldn’t be long until you won our bet!”

That fucking bitch! I wanted to claw out Vanessa’s eyes.

My brother squeezed my breasts again. His fingers kneaded into my tits. He massaged my nipples, caressing me. Tingles rippled through me. I was on fire. All day listening to Vanessa fuck Dad then licking her clean. No masturbating. No cumming.

And now my brother thought to fuck me.

My sexy, hunky brother.

“You thought your body was hot shit,” he snarled.

“Oh, it is!” I spat back. “You know it. I can feel how hard you are. You want to fuck me so bad! Well, piss off! I’m not in the mood!”

“Not in the mood?” he asked, his fingers massaging my nipples. Tingles burst through me. “I bet your naughty cunt is soaking wet. You want my dick in you right now.”

“It’s Daddy’s cock I want in me!” I moaned. Why did he have to be so right? Why did he have to be here right now? Why did he have to know I failed to seduce our father?

“Bullshit,” he growled and spun me around.

I gasped as he pressed his cock into my ass while my tits pressed into the lattice wall of the gazebo. I gripped the diamond pattern, my fingers wrapping around the thin slats. His hand squeezed my breasts again. My nipples throbbed in my bra. My hips wiggled.

“Yeah, you got a hot pussy and need your big brother’s cock in you,” he growled. He leaned over my shoulder. “If Dad can’t see how sexy you are, I do.”

My pussy clenched. My snatch was molten. Why did my brother have to be sexy? I needed something in me. I had to be fucked, but it should be by Daddy. That was the point of today. I screeched out my frustration as my brother’s hands slid down my body.

To my skirt.

“Let’s find out how wet you are,” Sean said.

I wanted to tell him to fuck off. To go away, but he was hiking up my skirt. He was drawing it up my thighs just like I wanted Daddy to do. My brother flipped my skirt over my rump. His hand squeezed my tush, my thong buried between my butt-cheeks. He kneaded me, making me whimper.

My cunt drank in the heat flowing from his massaging touch. My eyes fluttered. This heat swelled through me. It was just this incredible rush of delight that flowed through me. I whimpered and squirmed my hips from side to side.

His fingers slid up to my thong’s waistband. He nuzzled into my ear, licked it. “You’re dripping wet for my cock, aren’t you?”

“For Daddy’s cock!” I snarled.

“Liar!” he growled, hooking my thong’s waistband. “You want my dick in you right now.”

I threw a look over my shoulders at him, this strange well of pain rising through me. “You’re just hard for Mom, not me! You’re just fucking me because you can’t pound her.”

“I’m fucking you because this skirt, this blouse…” He yanked down my thong, ripping it from my soaking pussy. “You are such a sexy, hot thing, Maria. You are showing off that body. Dad’s a goddamn moron not to fuck you!”

I shivered then gasped as his fingers rubbed through my pussy. His words surged something… bubbly through me. I looked over my shoulder at him. He was as handsome as Dad, if not as mature and aged. He still had that youthfulness about him, a boyishness he needed to shed. He wore that suit well. Tie, crisp shirt, polished shoes.

He would be a powerful man one day.

His fingers buried deep into my pussy. I groaned, my back arching as he pumped them in and out of me. His tongue licked my earlobe, sending a hot shudder through my body. My snatch clenched on his digits.

“You are just soaking wet for me,” he growled. “Aren’t you?”

“Yes!” I snarled. “So what are you going to do about it? Huh? My pussy is dripping! Do you think you’re fingers are going to be enough?”

“Nope.”

He ripped his fingers out of me. I gripped the lattice, my face pressed against the slats, peering through the diamond holes at the fountain. It gurgled and splashed, spilling crystal water from chirping birds. My juices poured down my thighs, to my thong bunched around my knees.

Clothing rustled behind me. A belt whisked through loops. A zipper rasped. I groaned, so eager for my brother. I wiggled my ass, my day’s long frustration building and building in me. I hissed out in aching need.

“Fuck me!” I snarled. “Get that dick in me right now! Stop teasing me!”

He smacked my ass. The stinging slap cracked through the gazebo. Birds stopped chirping and took flight. Pain melted through my ass to my pussy. My snatch clenched. Juices gushed down my thighs as I let out a wanton moan.

“I’ll fuck that pussy when I’m good and ready,” he growled. “I’m admiring that ass of yours. It’s beautiful.”

I thrust my rump out at him, my tits quivering in my bra. “Then do something about it,” I whimpered. “Fuck my ass! Love it! Just give me that cock!”

“Such a slutty, little sister,” he said. His words didn’t make me feel demeaned like that cunt Vanessa had.

“Such a little slut!” I hissed. “Fuck your little sister! Now!”

The tip of his cock nudged my pussy lips. He stroked up and down them, teasing me. That pleasure rippled through my body. I groaned, my toes curling in my heels. More juices spilled out of my shaved snatch and dribbled down my thighs.

He brushed my clit.

“Damn, you are just a fountain back here,” he groaned. “Your passion’s just pouring out of you. That’s how bad you want me to fuck you!”

“It is!” I whined. “So stop being an asshole and fuck my cunt!”

My brother thrust his cock into me.

It was wonderful to be filled by his thick, incestuous shaft. After the day I had. After all the pussy I licked, all the times I made that bitch cum, I needed my pleasure. Hot and fast. A powerful fuck. Sean buried to the hilt in me. In a flash, his balls were smacking my clit and his crotch cracking into my ass.

I rocked forward, my cheek pressed into the lattice. I moaned, clutching to it with desperate fingers. I whimpered, my hips wiggling from side to side as he thrust into me. He churned me up with that big dick, pumping away hard at me.

He fucked me the way a woman—a little sister—needed to be fucked.

There was nothing gentle about this. Nothing loving. It was carnal. Animal rutting. Our incestuous mating churned my pussy to a froth. His cock plunged deep and hard into me. Every thrust sent waves of heat washing through my body.

My pussy clenched about him, gripping him when he pulled back. I wanted him to stay in me. I wanted to enjoy this delicious treat. My hips wiggled. He stirred me up with that big dick. He made me gasp and howl as he plunged into me.

The smack of his balls on my clit.

The plunge of his dick into my cunt.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I hissed, my orgasm swelling inside of me. “That’s what I need! That’s how you fuck a little slut like me!”

“Yes,” he growled, leaning over me. “I can feel it. Your cunt… Damn, Dad’s a moron for passing up on this cunt. You’re amazing, Maria!”

I groaned, my head arching. My pussy squeezed around his girth as he buried into me, increasing that wondrous friction. It surged through me, feeding my orgasm. I threw a look over my shoulder at his tie bouncing down his chest, swaying as he fucked me.

His chiseled face twisted in passion.

His blue eyes burning.

His blond hair slicked back.

“Oh, Mom should be all over you,” I groaned. “You’re a stud, Sean! My big brother is a fucking stud!”

He thrust harder into me.

I loved it.

I humped back into him, my tits bouncing in my bra. I gripped the lattice, braced against his thrusts, or I could grope my tits. I would free them. I whimpered and moaned, my nipples begging for attention.

It was like he read my mind. My lusts. My brother’s hands slid up the outside of my blouse. He found my breasts, squeezed them. His fingers brushed my nubs, sending tingles racing down to my cunt. Adding more fuel to the fire he started in me.

Every plunge of that cock made me burn hotter and hotter.

“Yes, yes, make me cum!” I moaned. “Make your slutty, little sister cum!”

He squeezed my tits and pounded into me. His crotch smacked my rump. His dick caressed my inner flesh. My sheath clung to him, gripping him tight. I wanted to feel that heat bursting through me. A raging bonfire burning all of my flesh.

He found my nipples through my thin blouse and thinner bra. He pinched and teased them, twisted them. My nubs flared with wondrous pain. I gasped, my blonde hair swaying about my face as he plowed into my juicy depths.

“You’re my whore!” Sean growled. “Right now, you’re my slut! And I want you to cum! I want to feel that pussy writhing about my dick!”

“Yes!” I whimpered, my back arching. He twisted both nipples. He rammed his cock deep into my pussy.

I exploded.

My pussy writhed about his plunging dick. My flesh caressed him. Massaged him. That heat surged through me. I gasped and groaned, my body trembling as the delight burned through me. This incredible surge of bliss splashed through my mind. It inundated me with such rapture. I groaned and bucked, my breasts jiggling in my bra.

“Sean, yes!” I moaned. “You’re such a stud, big brother! You’re amazing!”

“You’re pussy…” He let out an angry snarl, plunging over and over into my cunt. “Your pussy loves my dick!”

“Loves it!” I howled.

My pleasure burned through my body. The rapture consumed me. My thoughts blazed in ecstasy. Stars burst across my vision as my brother’s cock plunged over and over into my hungry cunt. I gasped and moaned, my nipples throbbing in his fingers’ grip.

Then he ripped his dick out of me.

I didn’t care what he was doing. I was lost to my orgasmic rapture. It was what I needed after this frustrating day. Satisfaction. My brother gave me such satisfaction.

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

Sean Reenburg

I ripped my cock out of my sister’s convulsing pussy. It was heaven in there, but I wanted to really plunder her body. Really satiate my frustrations. I released her tits and seized my pussy-soaked dick in my right hand. My other hand seized her left butt-cheek and pulled it to the side, exposing her puckered asshole.

“Oh, yes, yes, fuck my ass!” my sister moaned the moment she felt my dick sliding up her taint to her butt-hole. “Just ram it in me and give me more pleasure!”

I grinned. I knew she was my slut. I just had to get through her anger. Her denial. It was so obvious she wanted me. I pressed my cock against her asshole, feeling that puckered ring against the tip of my cock.

I thrust.

“Sean!” my little sister whimpered as her tight anal ring spread apart. I’d broken in her ass many times, and it was always a sweet treat.

Her tight sphincter spread over the tip of my cock, massaging me as I plunged into her velvety embrace. My pussy-lubed dick worked deeper and deeper into her. Her asshole swallowed more and more of my shaft. The heat swelled up it to my balls.

They brimmed with cum.

I let go of my cock and snaked my hand around her waist. I slid over her bunched-up skirt and found her shaved pubic mound. I caressed down to her hot folds and caressed them. I found her clit, massaged it.

“Sean!” she gasped, her asshole squeezing around my dick.

“Show me how much you’re my little whore,” I growled into my little sister’s ear. I hugged her tight, my left hand finding her tit again, my right diddling her clit.

“Pound my asshole, and I will!”

I drew back my dick through my sister’s tight asshole. I groaned, savoring the delight of her velvety grip around my cock. She was so tight and hot, a different treat from her silky, juicy pussy. I rammed into her deep, my crotch smacking into her rump, my balls smacking into her wet pussy.

I pinched her nipple and rubbed her clit as I sodomized her. I pumped my dick fast in and out of her asshole. I reveled in the heat of my sister’s bowels. That wonderful grip. It was incredible. Every stroke brought me closer and closer to that eruption.

My balls ached from frustration, but I had my little sister. She liked being forced. Liked being shown that she lusted for me. It made her burn so hot. Her velvety ass almost melted around my dick as I plunged into her asshole over and over.

She gasped as I made her pussy gush juices.

“Sean! Sean!” my sister moaned, her voice sounding almost drunk. “Oooh, my brother’s got a big dick! Yes, yes, ram that huge monster into my asshole! Are you going to cum in me?”

“What do you think?” I asked, rubbing her clit in fast circles, her cream soaking my digits.

“That you’re going to pump so much jizz into my asshole!” She squeezed her bowels around me. “Just spurt it into me. Flood me!”

I thrust harder, faster. The velvety massage of her asshole built the ache at the tip of my cock. My balls were ready to unload. All day I’d suffered, and my little sister provided me relief. Our flesh smacked together.

That wondrous smack-smack of hot flesh surged through me. I groaned at the delight wrapped around me. That hot, velvety sheath. That wondrous pleasure surging through me. She was all about me. It was incredible.

I pounded her, savoring this moment. I rubbed her clit faster, holding off my orgasm. I grit my teeth, wanting to feel her cumming around my dick. To experience that wondrous delight surging and writhing about my shaft.

It was such a treat.

A delicious experience.

I buried into her hard and fast while my fingers pinched her clit between them. I tugged on her nub. Her back arched. Her bowels clenched like a vice about my dick. I gasped, almost erupting into her before I was ready.

Then she gasped out, “Sean! You fucking stud, yes!”

Her asshole writhed about my dick.

“My brother is a stud!” she moaned. “Such a sexy stud. Oh, fuck, yes!”

Her bowels sucked at my plunging dick while her juices spilled over my fingers. They bathed them as I massaged her. I groaned, loving the hot writhe of her pussy over my digits. My muscles tensed, my dick throbbing in her bowels embrace.

I was so close to exploding. To just showering her with my cum. I panted, thrusting harder, faster. I buried into her to the hilt. I slammed into my sister’s convulsing asshole. That velvety massage rippled around me.

“Cum in me!” she moaned. “Give it to me, Sean!”

“Yes!” I growled and buried into her.

My cum erupted. I spurted over and over into her. Held her tight, squeezing her tit through her blouse, as I flooded her. Her hot bowels milked me. She drew out every drop as that wondrous pleasure slammed into my mind.

My release exploded out of me.

Stars burst across my vision. That heat slammed through me. I kissed her neck as her spasming asshole milked my balls dry. My incestuous pleasure peaked in me. I held there, hovering in passion, clutching my sister to me.

“Damn,” I groaned. “I needed that.”

“Mmm, it was great,” she panted. “Sometimes… you just need the guy to seize you and make you admit you want him.” She turned her head and flashed me a smile. “Just make sure the girl really wants you.”

She gave me a hot kiss on my mouth as that touch my mom gave me in the car galvanized my body. Mom let me touch her tits on Friday. I made her cum. Now she was trying to deny it. Just like my sister had.

Was that it? I just had to march in there and fuck my mom?

I broke the kiss, panting, “Thanks, Maria.”

She grinned at me, her asshole squeezing around my softening dick. “Did you really mean it that Dad should have been all over me?”

“As hot as you look in that outfit, I don’t understand how he wasn’t.”

“Then you’re welcome,” she said. “For being such a sweet brother.”

I nodded my head, glancing at the house. I pulled out of my sister, my eyes drifting up to our parents’ veranda. The mesh grill made it impossible to see if anyone was standing there. It was where we made our bet. Beyond it, was my mom slipping into the bath. Naked.

In need.

It was time to win this bet.

I marched ahead, my sister at my side, her skirt rustling. I glanced at her, saw a look of determination on her face, too. So this was it. We were both making our moves. It would be over soon. One of us was about to win our bet.

I grinned. Either way, it would be incredible.

To be continued…

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“I’m your teacher and your elder, so you have to listen to what I say. Got that cunts?” said Miss Robbins.

Being fast learners, Leigh and Jasmine only nodded their heads with understanding. Their lips slightly parted, eyes – nervous. Jasmine could feel goose bumps run up her body, from both cold and shear pleasure; no one had ever spoken to her this way. She was ALWAYS the aggressor in bed.

“Go sit in your desks… and keep your skirts off,” said Miss Robbins.

She was relishing the power she had over the girls. Calmly and sexily, one heel in front of the other making her hips sway left and right, Miss Robbins walked toward her desk. Jasmine and Leigh had both eyes glued to her tight ass wanting to know what was under her skirt.

Miss Robbins reached into her desk for a small silver key, walked over to a filing cabinet, and unlocked the bottom drawer. Inside she unlocked a box that contained another key. She walked over to an armoire that was used to hold coats, but she pulled out a chest that the students assumed was a random prop and had never questioned its contents.

Miss Robbins opened the chest and smiled a sly sexy smile. With her back to the girls, she unbuttoned her shirt, exposing her white lacy bra and soft creamy skin. Jasmine and Leigh both sat up straight in their desks, excited, and trying to get the best view of her body possible. Miss Robbins then slid out of her skirt, making sure to bend over to give the girls a perfect look at her pussy mound. To Jasmine’s delight, Miss Robbins was wearing matching white lace bikini-cut underwear under a black garter belt that held up her black sheer stockings with the seam running vertically up her long legs. Jasmine and Leigh both got wet and desperately wanted to do some serious extracurricular activities with Miss Robbins.

Reaching into the chest, Miss Robbins pulled out a pair of black furry handcuffs and rope.

“Leigh. Come to me,” said Miss Robbins.

Leigh sprang out of her desk and walked over to Miss Robbins. Miss Robbins looked Leigh up and down.

“Turn around. Bend down and touch your toes,” ordered Miss Robbins.

Leigh did as she was told. Miss Robbins spanked her tight little ass once, then again, harder leaving a red mark. Leigh let out a soft whimper. Miss Robbins then slid her middle finger over Leigh’s pussy over her underwear. She could feel her juices and stroked her slit up and down.

“You’re very very wet Leigh, you soaked your panties. Do you like what you see? Or do you like being told what to do? Do you like being watched? Or are you just a dirty little whore who wants to fuck me?” said Miss Robbins sternly.

“All of them, Miss Robbins,” Leigh said beggingly.

“That’s my girl, and believe me – I’m going to give you all of them… especially with that surveillance camera in the corner of the room. Smile!” teased Miss Robbins. “Now go sit down in my chair, and spread your legs like a good girl.” “Jasmine!” yelled Miss Robbins, “Get the fuck up. Don’t you say a word. Come here.”

Jasmine walked to Miss Robbins with hesitation. As soon as she stood in front of her Miss Robbins pulled her hard and kissed her with the most passionate and sensual kiss she had ever had. Miss Robbins’ tongue assaulted her mouth with such skill her pussy instantly tightened up in anticipation to feel that same assault on her clit. Jasmine attempted to put her hands on Miss Robbins’ face only to have them held behind her back. Miss Robbins licked Jasmine’s neck making every hair on her body stand on end. Jasmine was in heaven, her heart beat faster and faster, her breath grew shorter and quicker. She could feel her pussy dripping with cum. Almost as if reading her mind, Miss Robbins dropped to her knees and took off Jasmine’s panties with her teeth. She inhaled the smell of her hot wet young delicious pussy. ‘Shaved, just like I like it,’ thought Miss Robbins. She came back up slowly and took off her blouse and bra. Miss Robbins twisted Jasmine’s hard nipples and immediately began giving them a tongue bath.

Jasmine was in heaven and thought she could cum at any moment. “Ugh! Ahhh, mmmmm,” moaned Jasmine.

Miss Robbins licked her way up to Jasmine’s ear. “I didn’t say you could open your mouth bitch. You can moan, but keep your fucking mouth shut,” she whispered sexily into her hear. “For that, go stand in front of Leigh.”

Jasmine, reluctant at first, did as she was told.

“Tie her legs to the chair,” she told Jasmine. “Now put your hands behind your back.” Miss Robbins handcuffed Jasmine’s hands behind her back.

Jasmine looked into Leigh’s green eyes and she could see the lust that filled them. She couldn’t help her herself and kissed Leigh hard. Miss Robbins took out a cat-o-nine tails and whipped Jasmine’s upper thighs.

“Argh!” Jasmine groaned through her teeth.

“I never said to kiss her, did I?” instructed Miss Robbins. “Now unbutton her shirt with your teeth.” She watched Jasmine fumble. “I said now!”

Jasmine looked at her with pleading eyes.
“Bite one side and pull hard,” said Miss Robbins. Leigh’s breathing quickened as she grew excited to see Jasmine handle her so roughly. She ripped her shirt open exposing Leigh’s perky breasts with hard pink nipples. “Suck her nipples,” ordered Miss Robbins.

Jasmine immediately put Leigh’s breast into her mouth, circling her hard nipples, playfully nibbling them, and sucking them as if it were the last thing she would do. Miss Robbins joined her and began sucking her other nipple. Leigh moaned and squirmed in her chair, grinding her pussy. She put her hands on their heads and pushed them harder onto her breasts. With her free hand, Miss Robbins pushed over her panties and spread her pussy juice all over her hot slit. Her clit was a hard nub.

“MmmMMmMMmm!!” moaned Leigh.

“Get on your knees Jasmine and eat her dripping pussy,” commanded Miss Robbins. “And you, you’re going to get what you wanted.”

Jasmine dropped to her knees and thrust her tongue into Leigh’s pussy lips. ‘She’s sooo wet,’ thought Jasmine. She slurped and licked and tongue-fucked Leigh’s pussy. Miss Robbins crawled onto her desk and positioned her pussy in front of Leigh’s mouth.

“Eat my pussy, Leigh,” said Miss Robbins, “and make me cum hard.”

Leigh dove into Miss Robbins’ pussy. ‘It smells soooo good!’ thought Leigh. Leigh reached around to Miss Robbins’ nipples and began tickling and twisting them as she slurped up her juices. Wanting every part of her pussy on her face, Leigh thrust her tongue into her hot tight hole causing Miss Robbins to moan and jerk. Leigh began to moan into Miss Robbins’ pussy because of Jasmine’s expert tongue. She knew exactly where Leigh liked to have her pussy licked, sucked, and nibbled. Leigh needed more of Miss Robbins.

“I need to be inside of you,” Leigh begged, not waiting for permission. Immediately Leigh thrust three slender fingers into Miss Robbins while licking her clit.

“Oh FUCK! Yeah, shit. Fuck me hard… harder! Yeah, like that. Mmmm, shit that feels good. Fuck my pussy Leigh,” said Miss Robbins.

Leigh was reaching her climax. Her pussy was burning, her clit was on fire. She rubbed her nose and chin all over Miss Robbins’ pussy. She started to tremble and felt like she was going to explode. She moaned hard into Miss Robbins’ pussy.

“AAAAHHH!!!! FUCK I’M CUMMING! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!” Leigh fell limp and stopped fucking Miss Robbins. Jasmine, like an obedient dog, lapped Leigh’s cum clean.

“Jasmine, lick Leigh’s face – I want you to taste my pussy,” said Miss Robbins. Miss Robbin’s watched Jasmine kiss Leigh passionately and suck her face clean of her cum. Leigh loved tasting herself.

Stepping off the desk, Miss Robbins stood in front of Jasmine. She moved Jasmine in front of the desk and made her lean over onto it, giving her a clear view of her pussy and ass. She grabbed the whip, and traced her back, her arms, and her round juicy ass sending more goose bumps up Jasmine’s back.

“MMmmm,” Jasmine moaned.

CRACK, went the whip on Jasmine’s ass. Miss Robbins’ loved using her whip. She whipped her ass again, and harder. “Do you like that? I love watching your cheeks get red and bounce under my whip.” CRACK, this time on her back between her shoulder blades. “You’re going to remember this night, Jasmine.” CRACK, on the back of her thighs. Miss Robbins replaced the whip with her mouth, sucking and kissing tenderly every red welt from the whip.

“AhhmmmmMMMmmm,” Jasmine exhaled. ‘I don’t care if she’s hurting me, it feels sooo good,’ thought Jasmine.

“Do you want to say something?” Miss Robbins asked. Jasmine nodded her head yes. “Speak,” commanded Miss Robbins.

“Fuck me, please,” asked Jasmine.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” Miss Robbins questioned. Jasmine nodded yes. Again from the chest, Miss Robbins found a blindfold and tied it around Jasmine’s eyes. She went back to the chest and stepped into her strap-on harness. Leigh’s eyes grew large with wonder and excitement. Miss Robbins held a finger up to her mouth, ‘Shh.’ She reached back into her chest and pulled out her dildo, inserted it into the harness, and walked back over to Jasmine. Jasmine felt Miss Robbins come back and she could smell her perfume near. Miss Robbins kissed Jasmine’s back and arms.

“You’re getting what you wanted,” she cooed to Jasmine, and in one thrust shoved the entire dildo inside Jasmine’s yearning pussy.

“OH MY GOD!! MMmmm, fuck me. Aaahh, oooohhh!” she screamed.

Miss Robbins grabbed her hips and fucked the shit out of her pussy. She loved watching her big fat dick go in and out of Jasmine’s wet hole. Soon Jasmine was rocking her hips back onto the cock trying to get it all inside her. She loved being fucked hard.

“Suck her nipples, Leigh” Miss Robbins instructed.

Leigh loved watching the pleasure wash over Jasmine’s face. She kissed Jasmine, and licked her way down her neck to her breasts. She bit her nipple, just liked Jasmine liked, and sucked them hard. She massaged her breasts, alternating between nipples always keeping an eye on the security camera hoping to give a good show to whoever was watching.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop! Fuck my pussy, ooohhh yeeeah fuck my pussy!” Jasmine pleaded.

“You love my big cock inside of you, don’t you? You’ve been wanting me to teach you how to cum hard, haven’t you?” asked Miss Robbins.

“Yeeeeeeesssss, please keep fucking my cunt with your cock. I’m going to cum so hard,” said Jasmine.

“Leigh! Come whip me,” commanded Miss Robbins.

Leigh had never been the aggressor, but she knew better than to disobey Miss Robbins. She walked around, picked up the whip, and struck Miss Robbins’ ass.

“Harder! Mmm,” ordered Miss Robbins. Leigh’s whipping turned Miss Robbins on like no other. She fucked Jasmine harder with each whipping. She moaned out loud with each lashing, causing Jasmine to reach her climax.

“Oh oh oh oh oh ah ah ah ah yeah yeah yeah yeah, fuck…. yeah…. MMmmm…. ahhhAAHHH!” screamed Jasmine.

“Cum for me! Cum all over my cock!” demanded Miss Robbins.

Jasmine began shaking violently. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!OooooooOOOooOOOoOOH! YEEEEEAAAAHH!” Jasmine fell onto the desk, and Miss Robbins pulled out of her dripping puffy pussy. She undid Jasmine’s handcuffs. Both girls were spent. Leigh went over to Jasmine and kissed her mouth gently, untying her blindfold.

“That was the most amazing orgasm I’ve ever had,” said Jasmine with tears of ecstasy in her eyes.

Miss Robbins stepped out of her strap-on harness. “There are a lot of things I can teach you both, you just have to be open… minded.”

“It’s pretty late,” Leigh said. “Maybe we should get going.”

“No. You’re not going anywhere. I’m not done. You’re not going to be selfish, are you ladies??” Miss Robbins inquired.

“She can get a little jealous sometimes,” said Jasmine with a smile “because she knows that I really want to fuck you.”

“There’s enough of me for the both of you,” Miss Robbins retorted. “I loved having you inside me, Leigh. But we’re not done here. At least… not till I say we are.”

Jasmine and Leigh looked at each other for an agreement. “Teach me how to fuck you,” said Leigh.

“What ever happened to your boyfriend, Leigh? Do you like girls and boy, or just women?” Miss Robbins asked. Jasmine shot Leigh an angry glare.

“Fuck him. It’s just for show. I love pussy. Jasmine knows I belong to her, but you can have me… us…whenever you want, too,” Leigh said. Jasmine smiled and kissed her girlfriend.

“Good. I only fuck lesbians,” said Miss Robbins.

END PART 3

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A lesbian is forced to expand her sexuality after falling into debt and blackmail.

Chapter 2
TERMS OF REPAYMENT

Laura’s study was a small room at the front of the house; it had a large window that would have looked out into the front garden, were it not for the fact that Laura routinely kept the blinds closed. She didn’t need passers-by staring at her while she browsed the internet.

The computer itself sat on a pastel pink table, in front of a neon pink chair – in fact, the room generally was coloured in shades of pink, including the wall paint – and was decorated with more of Laura’s Japanese figurines. A small platoon of little plastic women pouted and beckoned and offered their cleavage to either side of the screen. Laura smiled as she sat down.

Her smile vanished when she checked her email. There was one new meassage, and the message was simple: a photo of a knife. There was no text.

Laura felt herself go pale. The last of the pleasing warmth from her earlier sex vanished instantly. She was terrified. These people knew where she lived. They had been to her house. And now they were very clearly threatening to hurt or kill her.

She looked at the picture of the knife. It was large, almost a cleaver. She could picture it all too easily piercing into her skin, or hacking into her limbs. She felt her hands starting to shake.

Impulsively, she hit “Reply” on the email, and typed.

“Please, I don’t have the money to pay you and I don’t know where I can get it. But I can probably find some money, and maybe pay in installments? Please please give me a chance. I will do whatever you want.”

She hit send.

She sat, shivering, massaging her hands, looking at her computer screen. It was unrealistic to expect an immediate reply. Or maybe any reply. But what else could she do? She couldn’t just browse the internet in a state like this. Or let Erica see her, white-faced and shaking. She waited in silence, staring at her email.

She was in luck, or so it seemed. A new email popped up only minutes later.

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To: Stupid Pink-Haired Bitch
Re: Debt

I’ll use simple language so a slut like you can understand.

(1) You still owe us the money. You owe us a million dollars, and we won’t go away until it’s paid.

(2) You pay us $1,000 a week. This is not a repayment. This is interest. The principal amount of $1 million remains.

(3) We have a range of business, political, and scientific interests. You will perform work for them, as required by us. If we are feeling generous, we may allow this work to credit against your interest payments or even the principal.

(4) If you do not make the repayments, or perform the work, we will use a knife on you. Depending on how we feel, we might kill you, or just cut some bits off. A slut doesn’t need feet to suck cock, right?

(5) Your slut girlfriend is pretty; she might be fun to cut too.

(6) If you agree to these terms, you will indicate your acceptance by doing the following things:

(i) Immediately remove your clothes and send us a photo of yourself naked.

(ii) Go to (website provided) and download the software there, which will give us full remote control over your computer and its webcam.

(iii) Never, ever sit in front of this computer again unless your slut tits are visible to its webcam.

We get no value out of seeing your tits and it won’t count against your debts; it just amuses us to make you do this.
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Laura looked at it. She felt both horror and relief. Up until she’d received the email, she’d thought her pleas were futile – that she was inevitably going to be attacked and killed if she couldn’t repay the money. This was better – it offered a path out, however dark and horrid. But it truly was horrid. A thousand dollars a week was more than double the rent on their house. Even using all of her salary and Erica’s, there would be no money left to eat. And the work – Laura had a horrible feeling the work would be sexual. She couldn’t work in a brothel. She was a lesbian. She couldn’t fuck men at all, let alone for money. Not that she’d be paid any money, it seemed.

The last instructions were in some ways the worst, because they were immediate. Laura didn’t really have time to think about it – she had to do it now. She had never let a man see her naked in her life – was she really going to send a nude photo to a stranger now?

She looked at the picture of the knife again. She knew she was. She knew she was going to do whatever it took to not see that knife up close.

Nervously, she jumped out of her chair, and ran to the study door to check it was closed. She didn’t want Erica seeing her, or asking why she was naked, or why she was taking photos of herself. With the door secured, Laura then quickly wiggled out of her shirt and panties, leaving her totally bare. Picking up her phone, she aimed the camera at her nude body and then, blushing, took a photograph. That done, she immediately pulled her panties back on, sat back down at the computer, and uploaded the nude photo.

The photo looked awful. Her body was still flushed from sex with Erica, with her nipples erect and her hair messy. Her boobs looked huge, which Laura particularly hated. She’d always wished she had smaller breasts, and her DD-cup melons were a constant source of embarrassment. In her mind she associated large breasts with porn stars, sluts and heterosexual sex. Good lesbians had small breasts, and no amount of logic or positive self-image had helped her stop feeling like a traitor and a slut for having such large tits.

Pouting with unhappiness, she attached the photo to an email, and sent it.

Then she went to the website she had been given. It was decorated with animated pictures of naked large-breasted women posing, sucking cocks, and being fucked. Laura grimaced. She liked looking at naked women, but not at naked women fucking men. There was a large “download” button in the centre of the screen, and she hit it. Her virus scanner immediately warned her she was downloading harmful software; she overrode the scanner and told it to download anyway.

Shortly after installing the software, her webcam light flicked on, shining a malevolent web. Her computer was transmitting video. Someone, somewhere, was looking at her sitting there bare-chested, her tits on display. She blushed even harder, and crossed her arms over her bosom.

A new email arrived.

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To: Stupid Pink-Haired Bitch
Re: Debt

Looking good. Love those fuckballoons. You are one hot slut.

Your first $1,000 is due Friday, but you won’t need to pay it because we have work for you instead.

Turn up at the Mayim Research Clinic tomorrow night at 6 pm, and then each weeknight following at the same time. Stay until they send you home, and do whatever they say.

You will definitely be paying the $1,000 next week, though, so be prepared.
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Laura was puzzled. The Mayim Research Clinic? She thought she knew it – a low-lying modern-looking building near the city centre. She had no idea what they did there, but it didn’t exactly look like a den of horror. And it certainly wasn’t a brothel, so she was relieved, at least a little. Plus the news that she wouldn’t have to pay this week was great.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so awful, she thought. Maybe she was just going to end up doing unpaid regular work.

She looked at the red light on her webcam, staring down at her tits. She shuddered, and turned off her computer.

(To be continued…)

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My first story posted, first chapter is low on sex but it picks up in the next couple.

Hermione was so excited. She couldn’t believe that she was about to get her first private tutoring session from Percy Weasley, the Head Boy! It wasn’t that she was struggling in any of her classes, just the opposite in fact. She had been top in every subject for the entire first two years she was at Hogwarts and now as they were moving past the basics and into some more advanced magic she wanted to make sure she stayed ahead of the curve. Especially once Professor McGonagall had given her the time turner she knew she’d be working extra hard and would need all the help she could get.

She had approached Percy right after the first week of classes and he had agreed that private lessons with him would be an excellent way to keep her learning at an above average pace. In fact he had seemed a bit too pleased with himself just having her ask. He could be a bit big headed now and then but Hermione could not deny that he was currently the best student at Hogwarts and had a very bright future ahead of him because of his marks. She couldn’t think of anyone better to follow in their footsteps.

Her first meeting with him was to be tonight at 8 in the Head Boy suite above the boys dormitories in Gryffindor Tower and by 7:45 she was itching to go. She paced at the bottom of the stairs not sure whether it would be rude to show up early.

Ron and Harry were across the room making a vain attempt to complete their homework assignments without her since she had finished hours ago. She wanted to have her assignments complete so that she and Percy could go over them and he could help her fine tune. The boys had made fun of her so bad when they found out about her private lessons that she had outright refused to copy her notes for them to use while she was away. As she glanced over at their table she saw Ron giving her a look like he was trying to summon the notes out of her bag through the air and onto the table. When he saw her look at him he jumped back to writing so fast he spilled a bottle of ink in Harry’s lap.

Harry jumped out of his chair flailing madly about and Ron yelled apologies and waved his wand in an attempt to clean Harry’s pants. Instead of vanishing the ink away Harry’s pant leg caught fire and he immediately started beating at it with a pillow. Hermione couldn’t help but snigger at their behavior. It was their own fault that they relied on her so heavily to complete their homework. Maybe with her having private lessons at least once a week they would learn to become more independent.

It was now only 5 minutes ‘til 8 and she decided that she could head up now. As she approached Percy’s door and was about to knock she thought she heard voices on the other side. Creeping a little closer she could tell that they weren’t so much voices as sounds. One certainly sounded like Percy but he was groaning as if in some kind of pain. She wondered if he wasn’t feeling well and thought she should maybe slip a note under the door letting him know she could come back the next night.

As she was about to look through her bag for her quill she heard a new noise. It sounded wet, like a gurgling slurping noise. Now she knew something must be wrong, he could be injured or choking. She had to at least knock and see if he was responsive.
She raised her hand to the door and rapped lightly saying his name in a shaky voice, “Percy, is everything alright?”

The only response she got from the room was a sudden more punctuated moan from Percy and the sound of creaking bedsprings. At this point she was almost more curious than worried and she knew that even though she shouldn’t, she was going to try the door handle. It was unlocked. She turned the knob very slowly and peeked just slightly around the edge of the door.

Nothing could have prepared her for the scene in front of her. Percy was sitting on his bed, his robes undone below his waist with his pants and shorts around his ankles. Kneeling on the floor in front of him Hermione could see the back of a girl’s head with thick curly brown hair. She was bobbing up and down with her face in Percy’s lap; the wet gurgling noises were clearly issuing from her mouth. Percy’s head was leaning back as he stared at the ceiling a look of intense concentration on his face.

He let out another sharp groan and looked down at the girl in his lap, “Merlin that feels good Penny. I’m getting close now are you ready?” The girl nodded her head in understanding but as Percy lifted his head to look back up at the ceiling he saw Hermione peeking around the side of the door frame.

“Oh fuck!” He yelled and jumped off the bed knocking the girl in front of him over and tripping on his robes as he tried to cover himself up. The girl made a noise like she’d almost gagged and fell over backward tangling in her robes. As he jumped Hermione got a quick glimpse of his erect penis swinging through the air before he toppled over and got tangled in his own clothing as well.

She immediately turned tail and ran down all 7 flights of stairs, straight through the common room and back up the stairs to the girl’s dormitory where she dove into bed throwing the covers over herself panting audibly.

She couldn’t believe what she had just witnessed. Had that girl really been doing what she thought to Percy? It was unbelievable. Why would someone want to do that? Why would Percy want someone to do that to him? Whatever they were doing, Hermione was certain it was against school rules. Why else would Percy have been that upset when she caught them? She had never heard him use a word like that before; it must have been really bad. She wondered if she should tell someone.

Then again, as she thought more about it, there must be some explanation for his behavior. A person like Percy doesn’t just break the rules for no reason like his brother’s Fred and George. Hermione was certain he’d have a perfectly good reason for what he had done and she was determined to talk with him about it first thing in the morning. With that settled she calmed down a bit and realized that it was stifling under her blankets. She got out of bed briefly, stripped down to her knickers and climbed back in under the covers tossing the comforter aside she pulled the sheet up to her chin and settled into her pillow.

She attempted to fall asleep but one image kept floating to the front of her subconscious. It was Percy standing there with his fully erect penis hanging out the front of his robes. Hermione knew it was not an appropriate thing for her to be thinking about and she tried to push it away but it kept creeping back up on her.

It was the first time she had seen a penis at all besides the animated diagrams in her father’s medical books she had read through at home. Even though he was a dentist he had kept many of his old textbooks from college and one of Hermione’s favorite past times at home was to sit in the cool basement office and read through them. Especially since she had begun at Hogwarts and decided she’d like to pursue a career as a healer.

This was totally different though, the pictures in the book always showed the penis flaccid and hanging down in front of the testicles. Percy’s had been rock hard and, at least 17cm long from what she could guess, and thicker than she thought she could get her hand around.

As she allowed herself to dwell on these thoughts and the image of him standing in front of her she pictured herself kneeling in front of him examining it as the other girl had done. She wondered what it felt like how heavy it was. She began to feel sweaty again but noticed that the wet sensation in her nether region seemed to be much more than sweat. Her panties were clearly damp now and her crotch felt moist. She knew that the female body produced a natural lubricant for sexual intercourse but was thinking about a penis enough to make it start? It had never done this before.

Confused she reached down to try and see if something was wrong. As soon as her fingers made contact with the outside of her underwear on top of her mound she twitched a bit. The feeling was nothing she had felt before and she jerked her hand back surprised at what she’d done.

Slowly she reached down again careful of the sensitive spot she had hit so she could investigate her quickly dampening crotch. She started up a bit higher this time placing her fingers on her bare stomach just below her navel. She began slowly inching lower and lower towards the hem of her panties. As she contacted the fabric the moisture in her crotch was even more apparent, she was sopping and she thought she should get out of her knickers before they were ruined.

She managed to slip her thumbs under the waist band without catching a sensitive spot and she wriggled them down her legs. As her thighs rubbed together she felt another wave up her spine of what could only be described as pure pleasure. A completely new sensation to her she couldn’t explain where it was coming from and began to worry someone had slipped her a bad potion. Ever the scientist she was determined to figure out why this was happening. Now completely naked she began to probe herself once again.

Starting this time at her inner thigh she worked her fingers up slowly closer and closer to her private area. She could feel the juices had made her inner legs slick but also sticky. She got some of it on her hands and brought it up to her face to examine. It smelled salty, like sweat, but it also had a sweetness to it that almost made her want to taste it. She had spent enough time in the wizarding world to know that you don’t put unknown substances in your mouth though, even if they’ve come from your own body.

She wiped her fingers on the bed sheets and resumed her search. With really only one place left to go she placed her fingers on the outside of her pussy lips feeling the soft bare skin was very warm. It was also puffy and tender like it was swelling. She moved closer to where her opening was and where she knew the source of the liquid must be now and as her finger hit the little nub at the top of her slit she gasped. There it was again, pure, unadulterated pleasure. She was sure she’d never felt anything that good in her life. She touched it again slowly and her breath caught in her throat, she was afraid to breathe thinking it might stop the feeling she was giving herself.

She began rubbing slowly on what she knew must be her clitoris and her fingers became covered in her own juices again. She didn’t wipe them off this time though, she didn’t care. She was totally wrapped up in the feeling coursing through her body every time she pressed down on that little button. Once again she was amazed at how all the diagrams and descriptions she’d read of even her own anatomy had left her so in the dark about the reality of the function.

She sped up her pace slightly and she was now panting harder than when she had run up and down all those stairs. The stairs reminded her of Percy and how this had all started. She remembered the look of his penis and if at all possible she felt her pleasure heighten even more.

She couldn’t understand why these thoughts were doing this to her. There was a pressure building up inside her now and she knew it had to be released. Instinct told her that the only way to get release would be to keep rubbing herself as fast and hard as she could. It was like climbing up a very steep hill, she could see the precipice in the distance and every step closer got her more and more excited about what lay on the other side.

All of a sudden the door to the dormitory burst open and her dorm mates came in laughing loudly about something. Hermione nearly fell out of bed she jumped so badly. Luckily with her bed being situated behind the door as it opened, neither girl entering saw her and she was able to cover herself back up and bury her face in the pillow to muffle her heavy breathing.

“Shush Lav,” Hermione heard Parvati Patil whisper, “looks like the bookworm has called it an early night again.”

“Of course she has, “Lavender Brown barely lowered her voice, the only time she stays up late is when she’s studying and we’ve barely gotten any work yet this term.”

“Oh Lav, don’t be so mean. You wish you did as well in class as she did.”

“Ha, I do fine on my own, why waste time on getting perfect grades when beauty can get you further.” Her voice inflected upwards haughtily.

Parvati gave an audible grunt and burst out laughing again but quickly quieted herself.

“What are you on about, you know it’s true. I mean come on, she doesn’t even wear a bra yet. How does she expect to get anywhere in life with no tits?”

Parvati was now gasping for breath and hiding her own face in a pillow to muffle her shrieks of laughter. “Stop Lav- stop, I can’t breathe.”

“I mean come on look at these. Only 13 and I’m already spilling out of this one.”

Hermione couldn’t help but peek from beneath the covers now to get a glimpse of Lavender’s show. Lavender had removed her shirt in getting ready for bed and she was now thrusting her chest out for Parvati’s inspection. The other girl still had her bra on but it was clear that her breasts were popping out the top of it. Hermione had never noticed before how large chested she was and suspected the less than revealing school robes they were always wearing had something to do with it.

“Yeah, you do probably have the biggest hooters in our year; except maybe Hannah. Mine are still only A’s.”

Hermione shifted her gaze and saw Parvati was also now standing in the middle of the room with no shirt on looking down at her own chest. Though much smaller than Lavender’s Parvati’s tits were definitely bigger than her own. It was true that she hadn’t yet worn a bra, she had small lumps forming and could probably wear a training bra but even the small A-cup Parvati was wearing would be quite loose on her.

“Ha! Hannah, what a slut. Do you think it’s true she fucked Ernie Macmillan?”

“I wouldn’t put it past her,” Parvati shook her head, “those Hufflepuff guys drool all over her. I heard she was dating a 6th year.”

“No way!”

Parvati just nodded as she slipped a large T-shirt over her head as pajamas.

“Well I’m sure not gonna sink so low as to start sleeping with a bunch of guys. At least not yet.” Lavender was now sliding her pants down over her hips and she bent over right in front of Hermione. Hermione noticed as she did so that her underwear had slipped to the side revealing one soft looking pink lip of her pussy.

Gasping silently to herself Hermione felt her crotch getting damp again. What on earth was going on with her? Almost against her own will she found herself wishing Lavender hadn’t straightened up and adjusted her garments.

Parvati was now sitting on her bed nodding her head approvingly at her best friend. Lavender turned to face the mirror next to the door and Hermione got a good look at her front now. “Look at these things,” Lavender said again cupping her breasts in her hands, “I bet I could go up to a D soon.” She looked over her shoulder at her friend, “Can you help me get this clasp? It’s too tight for me to wear to bed.”

Parvati stood to cross the room towards her friend and Hermione couldn’t help but watch her long dark legs barely covered by the T-shirt she was wearing. She undid the clasp on the back of Lavender’s bra and her tits practically erupted outwards. “Wow, you weren’t kidding Lav, they were pretty tight in there.” Parvati was staring at her friends chest now in awe and as Hermione looked up to see Lavender’s reaction to her friends attention she thought she saw a look that explained exactly why Lavender didn’t intend to date guys anytime soon.

“Yeah, I’ve got to get one of those self adjusting bras from Madam Malkin’s. Want to feel them?” Lavender teased.

“What?! No way, I can’t.” Parvati began backing away towards her bed again.”

“Why not,” Lavender teased advancing on her friend, her tits bouncing as she went. “They’re really cool feeling.”

Parvati still looked hesitant.

“It’s not like touching one girl’s breasts makes you a lesbian.” Lavender was now standing inches away from Parvati, her chest practically touching the other girl’s.

Parvati slowly reached a hand up and placed it lightly on Lavender’s boob. Hermione saw Lavender let out a soft sigh unnoticed by Parvati. “You have soft skin,” Parvati said looking up into Lavender’s face.

“Squeeze it.” Lavender said sounding a bit dreamy.

Parvati didn’t hesitate this time, “Wow, very squishy. I don’t really have much to grab.”

“Sure you do,” and without warning both of Lavender’s hands were under the other girl’s shirt cupping her breasts through her bra.

Startled by the abrupt invasion of her breasts Parvati pushed Lavneder back. “Whoa, I’m sorry Lav. I didn’t mean to- you startled me”

“That’s ok, I shouldn’t have come on so strong.”

“What?”

“Oh nothing, let’s get to bed.”

Lavender looked quite unhappy as she crawled under the covers and extinguished her lamp before Parvati even had a chance to turn back around.

Hermione lay in bed and thought about all she had witnessed tonight. It had been eye opening to say the least. She had found out more about her roommates and Percy Weasley then she ever thought she’d know. Deep down though she knew it excited her, it made her crotch wet to think about her fellow second year girls naked, to picture Percy Wesley’s penis jutting out toward her.

A few minutes after Parvati put out her light Hermione heard soft moaning noises coming from Lavender’s bed not so different than the one’s she had been making earlier that night. As she drifted off to sleep listening to her, a knowing smile spread across her face.

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