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This is part of an occasional series of ‘Scenes’, all of which are a single scene in a particular type of location. They are ‘point of view’ stories, and you can imagine that you are either of the characters. This is happening today, at a golf course just outside your town.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2011

Aaaaaahhh! Dear God, I’ve never had a three-iron used like this before! My knees buckle and I almost collapse, as you relentlessly push its long shaft even further into me, and its ribbed plastic grip rasps along the walls of my vagina.

This was so unexpected: I’m bewildered, and don’t know what to do – but now my body is taking over, responding to your mouth and hands and (aaahh, fuck!) what you are doing between my legs, and my hips are bucking in time with your urgent forceful thrusts.

‘Ooooh! Oh, God!! Aaagghh, Ms Michaels – oh, yes! Fuck me, you bitch – aahh! fuck me harder!!’

You are learning to play golf, and this is your third lesson in a series of a dozen with me, the recently-appointed women’s professional at this prestigious course with its luxurious clubhouse. I am 26 years old, and have played on the women’s professional circuit for the last five years. I did averagely well but made no fortune, and when this opportunity came along, for a variety of reasons – more in my personal life than my playing – I decided to quit the tour, and settle down.

I am quite tall at five feet ten inches in my socks, long in the legs, and wiry and slender in build – all of which made me one of the longest drivers on the tour. However, I have quite definite feminine curves – my ass is quite trim and my breasts are a nicely manageable 30C cup – and it is all topped by a mop of black hair, trimmed to the collar, which frames my pixie-like features and my bright eyes. I move with the fluid grace and vitality of an athlete who keeps herself in top physical condition, and I know that I look attractive – I get plenty of signals of interest.

You, Ms Michaels (you were very clear on that at the start, that it was not Mrs Michaels), are attractive too, but in a different way – from authority, assurance and experience. I would guess you are in your late 30s, maybe even a little more, as you obviously look after yourself well and have the best manicurists, hair stylists, masseuses and so on. Your hair is blonde, straight and gathered in a pony tail behind your white silk cap. You are almost my height, and fuller in frame – most evidently in your generous bust (your partly open shirts always show plenty of cleavage and the top edges of a white bra, I guess around a 34E cup), your broader hips and your rounded jutting butt. You have a sway in your walk that catches attention, but your stride is one of command, with your head held high and your clear grey eyes calmly appraising – in fact, you stalk like a powerful big cat in the jungle, afraid of nothing. You are clearly quite wealthy, and I am sure you are a successful figure in some profession or in the business world.

Whatever your work is, you can take all of Tuesday afternoon away from it, and so here we are a little after three o’clock on this pleasantly warm early summer day. We are out on the course for the first time – your previous two lessons have been on the driving range and the practice putting green, but now it is time to try a few actual holes. We have walked out to the tenth, almost the furthest from the clubhouse, and will play our way back and see how many we can fit in during your 90 minute lesson. It is always quiet at this time, so we won’t be holding up any of the regular players – in fact, the course is almost deserted; there are some people a few holes ahead, but no one in sight behind at all.

We play the tenth – you land in the bunker protecting the left-front of the green, and that gives me the chance to show you the use of the sand wedge – and then we proceed to the eleventh. It is a dog-leg par 4, at the outer edge of the course and with a large wooded area down one side. You tee up, and I notice you glancing around before taking your stance – but there is really no need to worry, there’s no one in sight at all. I see you glance at the woods, but I think nothing of it. Then you drive – but it’s a real slice, I would almost have thought deliberate if you were not a complete novice, and your ball skews away left and disappears into the woods about a hundred yards down the fairway.

I quickly take my drive – long and straight down the middle, which is always satisfying – and then I join you under the trees to search for your ball; it might well be playable from wherever it has ended up, and I think that would be a valuable lesson for you. There is some shrubbery along the edge of the wood, cutting off our view of the fairway, but under the larger trees the ground is fairly bare. We search fruitlessly for a few minutes (little do I know it, but you have found the ball already and it is in your pocket), and I see you glancing at me quickly from time to time. Then you point towards the base of a large oak tree just ahead of me, and exclaim: ‘There! Is that it?’

I stoop to look, and you hurry up behind me. There is nothing there, but as I straighten up you wrap your arms around me from behind, cupping and kneading my breasts, and you grind your crotch against my ass. Your mouth kisses my neck, and you say huskily:

‘I want you! I want you so much, and I’m not waiting any longer!’

I am completely taken aback, literally shocked rigid for a moment – which is long enough for you tug my polo-shirt top out of the waistband of my skirt, and then slide your hands underneath it, up my front to capture my breasts in their sports bra, groping them roughly and squeezing my nipples.

‘What? Ms Michaels – no! Umm – please, wait! Oh! Oh, no, you can’t … really, no … not here …’ I stutter, and trail off in lame in confusion.

‘Oh, yes I can, honey! … I am, and I will!’ comes back in your rich warm tones, calmly assured and determined, but with a husky undertone of desire that sends shivers down my spine.

You release my breasts, and for a moment grip my shoulders and commandingly push me forward against the tree trunk, so that I am pressed in a sandwich between its rough bark at my chest and your firm female flesh behind me – I can feel your full breasts pressing into my back, and get almost a jolt of electricity from the hardness of your nipples, unmistakeable even through the three layers of your bra, your elegant white shirt and my own top.

Almost fainting with shock, I clutch desperately at the tree trunk to keep me upright, as sensations wash through me. With a deft tug, you have pulled my short pleated skirt above my hips, and now you shove a hand between my legs, first rubbing along the crotch of my panties, pushing the fabric into my slit, and then – ahh!! Jesus!! – you twist aside their gusset and push two long fingers right into my pussy. I have gone all loose and lubricated, and your fingers slide home nearly up to the knuckle.

I give a shaky, squealing gasp. My God! You ARE doing this, right here ON THE GOLF COURSE!! You are taking me, finger-fucking me with increasing force, in broad daylight by the eleventh fairway! Anyone coming along could see us … well, perhaps not from the fairway, the shrubs block the view and the light is dimmer here in the shade, but if they were to come into the woods …

Your mouth has been kissing my cheek and the back of my neck, and nibbling on my ears, and now you whisper to me, as if you can read my thoughts:

‘Don’t worry, babe, no one can see us, just enjoy it – let me have you, let me take you!’

My response is weak, quavering, indecisive:

‘No! Nooohh! Ms Michaels, please … ahhh! Oh … yes, oh! more … oh, help, yes!’

As I lean sprawled against the tree, all my resistance overcome, you pull my polo shirt over my head and unclip my sports bra. The touch of your fingers on the bare skin of my breasts ignites a wildfire in my pussy, and without conscious thought my back arches and my ass thrusts out to grind against your crotch. You give a groan of desire and grind back, at the same time squeezing my tits and grunting: ‘Go for it, bitch, go for it, you slut!’

You step back for a moment, and we are both panting for breath, our nostrils flared and our nipples hard and erect. I make no move as you reach for my bikini panties and drag them down to my ankles with one firm pull; you give a little slap to my right leg, and I have no thought of disobeying the obvious command – I step out of the panties, and you position my feet to widen my stance.

You kneel behind me, holding my hips in a firm grip, and your mouth licks around my ass and the base of my cunt, whilst you fingers re-enter my vagina and your out-thrust thumb rams up against my clitoris. My breath runs ragged, almost sobbing – a sheen of sweat coats my flanks, and the muscles in my stomach and pelvis contract as an orgasm starts to build.

Now you reach for the three-iron, which you dropped when you jumped me – but dropped quite deliberately within easy reach, for you had all this planned out before you arrived today, and you knew just what you wanted – me!! – and how you were going to do so. The fingers of your left hand prise my labia apart and reveal the moist pink target, and then you push the handle of the club up into me, like a huge dildo. I give a little scream of shock and alarm as I feel its ribbed grip slide inside my vagina, but then I surrender to its penetrative power.

You start to pull it in and out of my pussy, driving deeper and harder, and I surrender completely. Within moments I am just vaginal nerve-endings and a gasping voice that is pleading for you to take me and fuck me, and do me harder and harder and … oh, yes, please – harder!

Well, you don’t like to disappoint a hot babe – so you give me what I am pleading for, and more. The golf club is coated with my juices, getting sticky and slippery in your grasp as you piston it into my pussy. I start to babble – never, ever, have I been overcome in such a way, entered so deep, thrust into for so long, taken so high in my climax. In fact, my yelps and cries are becoming so loud and shrill that you take the golf ball from your pocket and push it into my mouth, telling me fiercely to suck on it.

I close my eyes tightly, and the world falls away – all of my senses are focused on your piledriving fucking of my pussy, and the long steel shaft of the golf club slams in an out of me like a demented drill shaft. You’re drilling me for oil – and you’re gonna get a gusher!

And then you add something more – I can’t believe that I could possibly be stimulated more than this, or be surprised again, but you are so artful, so clever. I’m not aware of you moving your left hand, which was steadying you against the tree trunk as you squatted between my legs, with your right hand firmly gripping the steel pole of the three-iron and thrusting it in and out of me. However, I am suddenly made only too aware that you have two hands – for with sudden force you push the index finger of your left hand into my ass-hole, whilst its thumb rims around my anus.

Holy fucking shit …. holy fucking, anyway! I’ve never been double-penetrated before, and only thin membranes of flesh separate where you are shafting me with the golf club and where your finger … arrgh, oh-my-fuck … oh! now it’s two fingers! … swirls around my anal opening, setting every nerve on fire.

I am barely managing to inhale through my flared nostrils, as my tongue wraps around the golf ball in my mouth. In my frenzy, I am chewing on it, and saliva drools from my parted lips and down my chin – oh! Ms Michaels, you’ve got me wet and squirting in every hole – aaahh! – you devil-woman!

You bitch-goddess, make me cum, please … I can’t take this much longer, I’m going to fall apart, I’m gonna faint, or asphyxiate … or swallow this fuckin’ golf ball whole, or something … oh, use me, you bitch, you’ve got what you want, so take me down, take me up, please … and soon, I’m begging you, oh! fuck me soon, please, have mercy, do it!

My legs are shaking, trembling, and sweat pours down my breasts and thighs. My hips judder spasmodically, and a high-pitched mewling noise is escaping the gag of the golf ball in my mouth. And then, unbelievably, you take your final shot – and it sure is a hole in one! You don’t relent on the pace with which the three-iron is pistoning my pussy, but you add a corkscrew motion as well, and this scrapes the ridges of the plastic grip around inside my vagina, with truly devastating effects.

It’s all too much, and I surrender totally to your command and control – I will never resist anything you want from me, ever again. Then like a freight train howling in the night, my climax comes upon me, with long rumbling driving momentum. I quiver all over from its intensity, and my mouth gapes wide, letting the wet and tooth-marked golf ball fall to the ground beneath me, as saliva dribbles down my chin and pussy juices course down my thighs. My head is spinning, I am dizzy and disoriented, and I clutch at the tree trunk as if it was a life-raft in a storm … in a tornado!

You step back to admire your handiwork, savouring the view of this trim athletic young woman, naked apart from her shoes, ankle socks and the skirt rucked up around her waist, spread-eagled with her pussy exposed, and sprawled against the tree trunk like a puppet whose strings have been cut, sweat-soaked, her eyes closed and her body trembling in the aftershocks of the most powerful tidal wave of orgasms that she has ever known. If the tree wasn’t here to hold me up, I’d be flat on my face on the ground, and probably passed out as well.

Unseen by me, your lips curve, and you regard me with a wolfish smile of satisfaction. There is no doubt that I have been – that I am – utterly, utterly fucked. You know that you have made a conquest, that I am now yours just as much as if you had planted your flag on my head. I will be another useful addition to your lesbian harem, and a decorative bit of pussy-fluff to take on your arm to the exclusive Sapphic parties of your equally wealthy lesbian businesswoman friends – where I will be passed around like a fresh new box of candy, for everyone to take a bite, and I will learn the ultimate pleasure: a gangbanging from a team of experienced older dykes. But that lies in my future, and for now you intend that I should learn my place in your scheme of things.

You give me a sharp, stinging slap on the rump, and tell me in a rough, eager, demanding voice to snap out of it, that I have work to do. I am so dazed that at first I don’t realise what you mean, and I start to pull my skirt down and reach for my top – until you slap my hand away. With an impatient grunt at my stupidity, you take a fistful of my skirt in one hand and a clump of my hair in the other, and you push me against the tree and also down onto my knees. My head is brought level with the crotch of the navy-blue shorts that you are wearing, and which earlier I couldn’t help noticing tightly encased the rich curve of your pelvis and full flare of your hips and ass.

Oh, right … I get it … you want me to eat your pussy, make you come as well? Well, as it happens, I am a lesbian; I wonder if you knew that for sure, or were going on instinct – or, maybe, with the arrogance of the rich towards those in their pay, you didn’t give a flying fuck anyway. I would have gladly lapped at your labia any day and any time, even without you blowing my mind like that. It also so happens that I’m pretty starved for sex (and that surely added an element to the explosive cocktail of my climax), and I like being taken by an older woman. In fact, I was the fuck-bitch of one of the world’s top five female golfers, a woman in her early 30s who broke me in as a lesbian a few months after I joined the tour. I warmed her bed almost every night for five years, and then the evil bitch just dumped me for a younger model – she likes them fresh and sweet – so she replaced me with some wunderkind strawberry-blonde of just 19 who was already being tipped as some kind of female Tiger Woods. Well, she sure was a tigress for pussy, and she and my former lover abused and degraded me, and to my shame I let them – if they offered me the chance of a threesome, I would crawl on my belly across their bedroom floor, lick their feet and beg to be used. It makes me ashamed to think of it now – that’s why I quit the tour, I couldn’t take it any more. However, in the four months that I have been here, I’ve been with no one – I just haven’t had the nerve to trawl my ass round the lesbian bars in these parts, those bitches undermined my self-confidence so much that I couldn’t face the rejection.

But you want me, in fact you want me with searing impatience, and you grip my chin with one hand as you jerk undone the button on the waistband of the shorts and yank down its bronze zipper. Pulled open, the shorts slip down to hang at your knees, revealing a pair of scarlet panties (I knew they would be jet black or bright red, you’re that kind of woman – no half-measures or compromises), expensive designer stuff with scalloped lace-trimming and gauzy side panels, while the rich red silky centrepiece is now marked with a dark patch at your cunt.

I lean wondrously forward, and trace a finger through that oozing dampness, running my nail along the cameltoe of your groove – oh, yeah, don’t think me innocent just because you took (and how you took!) me by surprise, I’ve been an active lesbian for five years, and not only with my former lover – she had a taste for threesomes (that was why she still used me sometimes, even after ditching me for Miss Blondelicious), and we sometimes did it with other players, or with local club officials where the events were held, or golf journalists, or a fan – if she was young, pretty and willing … when we did the demonstration tour in Japan, oh! it was pussy heaven.

You unbutton your stylish white shirt – through which your bra has been partly visible – and slip it off your shoulders. Your magnificently full breasts are revealed in the other half of your lingerie set – a scarlet half-cup bra which both supports and thrusts them forwards. You are hungry for it, and you tug your own panties down, and with the same forceful lunge pull them and your shorts over your shoes. The freedom this gives lets you broaden your stance, and now you spread your thighs apart and brace your self, squashing me between your pelvis and the tree.

The back of my head bumps against the bark of the trunk, shocking me back into full awareness as you press your crotch against my face, and my nose is squidged into your slit for an exotic moment. Your intoxicating scent fills my nostrils, whilst the sense of your wetness arouses me – my nipples harden into stiff erection, and with a moan I reach up with one hand to twist and pull on my own tits. Your Venus mound is full and prominent, and I am hypnotised by the sight of your full, fleshy and clean-shaven pussy.

You give another grunt, and begin to grind your crotch against my face, whilst you reach a hand between your legs and pull your labia apart. I need no more opportunity: seizing your hips to steady myself, I stick my tongue into your vagina and begin a pattern of probing thrusts and swirling licks, alternating the pace and direction unpredictably.

You look down with deep satisfaction at the top of my bobbing head, enjoying the sight of this athletic young sports-babe submissively serving you, eagerly lapping at your vagina to give you pleasure. You give a half-choked moan; as you feel your arousal building, you release your grip on the back of my head and reach for your own breasts. Two forceful tugs spill them out of the bra cups, and you take hold of your own nipples, stroking and squeezing them. You shift to arch your legs further apart, and then your pelvis jerks forwards – almost tipping me over backwards – as you reach the brink of orgasm.

I swiftly resume my position, but now I focus my oral attentions on the nub of your clitoris – large anyway, and now engorged, I can suck and nibble on it, driving you to frenzy. And then, taking a leaf from your book, I shove two fingers into your vagina, straight upwards from below, all the way in to my knuckles. Reliving your wonderful use of the golf club (oh, how I shall treasure that three-iron, for ever and ever!), I ram my fingers in and out of your sloppy, gaping hole. With a moan, you spread wider and open further. There is no doubt that you are a woman who fucks often, hard and deep, for your pussy is like a tunnel. For the first time in my life, I sink my hand right into a woman – I have long fingers, slender but very strong from hours of practice on the driving range, and usually they are more than enough. But not now, not here with you, you incredible bitch! My hand meets no more than token resistance as I squirm and push it further into you, and suddenly my knuckles are past the first constriction of your vaginal opening, and sliding wetly into you.

I can’t believe it, I am fisting you! I am fist-fucking a rich older bitch, and I’m thrilled by every second of it – I’ve actually never fisted a woman before. I sink into you, my wrist and then three or four inches of my arm. Holy shit, I’m so turned on by this, I’m running wet and dripping from my own cunt, almost as much as if I was cumming myself.

‘Yeah!’ you snarl at me, your voice rough and thick with lust; ‘you dirty, dirty little slut! You cow, c’mon on, do it you bitch, yeah! Fist me hard, fist me good, harder … harder … go on, slut!

I rasp the rough edge of my tongue across your clit, and synchronise it with my fullest pull back of my arm and then my longest, deepest thrust inside you. Your head thrashes from side to side, your teeth gnash together, and your breath dissolves into ragged panting. Your well-built frame goes rigid like stone for a brief moment, and then vibrates in ecstasy – and you heighten your intense, blazing climax by crushing your nipples between your fingers before flinging your arms wide to clutch at the tree trunk, and you give a long groaning yowl.

I remain where I am – for I feel it is my place, to be kneeling in reverence at your feet, my lips just inches from your cunt. After a moment, your breathing returns to something closer to normal, and you lean away from me, giving me more room to breathe. You reach down and ruffle my hair affectionately, and in a much softer tone than anything you have said since you began your seduction of me (if that’s the right word for something so vigorous and commanding), you say:

‘Well, you are hot stuff, aren’t you? I thought maybe your fires had gone out, but I think we’ve re-ignited them!’

I smile up at you, and nod. Oh, yes, you surely surely have – and it is like the dam has been breached, and I suddenly realise that I am consumed by desire for lesbian sex. I also have the pleasant feeling that I won’t have to hunt for it – because you have already hunted and captured me.

There is a small towel in our golf bags, normally used to dry the grips of the drivers and of your hands, whether of sweat on hot days or rain on wet ones. We each use these to wipe around between our legs and over our thighs and torsos, and then we shuffle back into our discarded clothes. I dry off the golf ball that had served as my muffler, but I slip into my pocket – I intend to keep it as a souvenir of this amazing day, and not to risk losing it by playing it.

When we are presentable again, hair combed and faces dried, you take my hand and draw me back against you. With one hand cupping my chin, you look firmly into my eyes, and ask me if I want to come back to your house after we finish the round, as you express it ‘for more fun fucking and more fucking fun!’. I smile broadly and nod happily, and you seal the pact with a kiss on my lips. Then, still holding my hand, you lead me back to the fairway. Incredibly, only about twenty minutes has passed whilst we were in the woods, and no one will remark our slightly later than average return to the clubhouse – after all, it is partly a tuition round, and bound to take longer. It looks as if two groups have played through the eleventh whilst we were out of sight in the woods; they did not see or hear us, and seem not have seen my ball lying in the fairway.

As we stroll to the twelfth tee, you admit to me that you are not a beginner at golf, that you played quite regularly some years ago but then the demands of business crowded it out – that you were really wanting a refresher course, but when you saw a piece in the local newspaper about my taking up this job, and saw my picture, you decided it would give more opportunities if you pretended to know nothing of the game. I smiled inwardly – my instinct had been right, and of course your hooked drive into the woods had been entirely intentional.

You look at me as I take my stance to address the ball for my drive down the long par-five twelfth, admiring my figure in profile, and especially the lean jut of my ass.

‘If this was match-play’, you remark casually, ‘for certain, I won that last hole!’

I release a smashing drive that bounces down to the centre-left of the fairway, to the ideal position from which to fade one round the turn and onto the green with the second and make an eagle opportunity. Then I look at you, and grin:

‘Lady, for sure, you won not just the hole but the match!’

Then I turn towards you, and lift the front of my skirt – my pussy is naked beneath, as I had stuffed my soiled panties into a pouch in my golf bag rather than putting them back on. I run one finger lasciviously up and down my slit, teasing it open to show a flash of the hot pink inner flesh.

‘… and here’s your prize!’ I added; ‘and you get to take it away with you – but put it in your bedroom, not on the mantelpiece!’

You laugh, amused by my metaphor, and your pulse quickens at the thought of the ways in which you and friends will use my fit young body. Reaching forward, you thrust a finger into my pussy, and reply:

‘Don’t worry, I will! I believe that things are there to be used – and you will be, oh yes, you will be!’

If you enjoyed this, check out my other stories … you might like them too … (to find them, follow the author link at the top of this story)

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The story picks up exactly where the first let off.

For those reading this story who have not read the first installment, I apologize for the lead in to this, part 2. It does drag a little to begin with, but if you read the first part and are starting on the second, think of it as the intermission between two feature films in a movie house. 🙂

Comments about the lead-in aren’t needed because I think you will find the rest of this part of the story hot enough even for those who like it out there in Never, Never, Land. Any other comments are more than welcome especially any from the ladies out there. ENJOY.
Vanion

PS: If any reader exceedingly likes a particular part of the story, drop me a PM with any ideas you might like to see included in part 3.

BY THE WAY: To the idiot who was so emphatic as to the spelling of one single word in this story, I changed it by 1 , I repeat “one” letter, just to please your caustic attitude to grammar and spelling.

Do all of us a favor in the future though, give a “name”, not just “reader”, so we might all be able to take a look at some of “YOUR WORK”. The rest of us do try very hard to do our best and to give “constructive” comments and suggestions to other writers.

Caustic comments such as yours, do no one any help. And if you could be so caustic in your phrasing when sending me a PM as to the fact that I missed “One” letter in one word, I have this to say from “ALL OF US” who do try to do a good job with these stories, STICK IT IN YOUR EAR!
{Of course, ear is not what I mean, but others will get the idea, while I still try to be polite.}

So here is the corrected version, just to please one jerk. Make it positive, constructive, and above all polite, people, even it it is a negative comment. We learn from those too.! It’s not just about writing dirty stories and erotica, it’s about trying to improve our writing skills as well. {Though I admit the dirty part is fun too. LOL)

ENJOY!

The Abduction and Training of Kitty

Part 2

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Several hours later she roused to the smell of fresh coffee. Kitty stretched luxuriantly. She felt completely and totally relaxed and refreshed. She wondered how long she had slept? Suddenly she remembered her exams and sat up quickly. “What day is it?” she asked.

Mr. P answered her from the edge of the bed. “It’s Sunday, just after noon.”

“Shit,” Kitty muttered, “I’m never going to pass biology now.”

Mr. P chuckled, “Oh, I think you will get a passing grade. Especially after that performance last night.”

Kitty felt a little irritated at the glib comment. “That’s not the point. My final for this semester it tomorrow morning.”

“Look, Why don’t you get up and I’ll guide you to the bathroom. You can use the facilities and take a shower and I’ll be waiting with your clothes. Then we can get you back home. You still have the rest of the afternoon if you’re really worried about it. Just make sure you don’t try cramming all night. There is no point trying to take a test if you wind up tired and half asleep tomorrow.”

“I guess you’re right. I’ll just have to do the best I can. Now, which way is the bathroom?” she asked.

After Kitty had showered and dressed, she sat at a table with Mr. P and had coffee and a breakfast roll. “Where are the others?” she asked between bits.

“They’re gone. They took off early this morning. There are only you and I here now. I told them I would make sure you got home safe,” he replied.

Kitty thought about that for a moment. “In that case, I want to ask you something. What has this all been about? Not that I’m mad. Though, I should be mad as hell at you. And the others as well. I just want to know why.”

Mr. P was silent for a long moment. “All right,” he said at last, “I’ve noticed you around the campus several times, and I’ve heard some rather nasty comments about how you treated people. You were a taker, a user, and a God Damn Cock-teasing bitch, were some of the nicer ones,” he told her bluntly.

Kitty was completely shocked and taken aback. She had never thought of herself like that, she just wanted to have some fun and do as she pleased.

Before she could say anything, Mr. P continued, “I’ve never really seen you quite that way. Nor have Miss S or Miss M.

When we compared notes, we decided you were a fairly good, but misguided girl, who needed an attitude adjustment before you got yourself violently raped or killed. I’ll admit we treated you harshly to begin with, and have indeed violated your body and mind. But, and I want you to really think about this, would you rather it was us who tuned you in? Or some guy in a vacant lot somewhere who could have left you for dead? I think if you consider it carefully, our methods were better than what you would have received from some violent animal working you over.

We weren’t really out to rape you in the normal sense of the word. We set out to show you what you were like and what you were missing out on. We tried to teach you some new things about getting satisfied by different types of sex. But the main thing we tried to do was alter your mind’s perception of yourself and the way you were treating others. We truly believed you were on a long dark spiral that would come to no good end. That is if you didn’t wind up dead first.” He finished. “It is as simple as that.”

“Wow,” Kitty said after a moment. She though about what he had said a little more. “I certainly didn’t like any of it to start with, but guess maybe you have a point. I have always taken and never given anything back. I guess I never really thought about it before.”

“You do realized it now though, don’t you?” Mr. P asked her.

“Yes, I guess I do. I don’t think I am the same person any more. I think that girl is truly dead and gone for good. Things seem different now. I don’t know exactly how yet, but I think I like the idea of being a new person with a new way of looking at things. Maybe of looking at the whole world too,” she told him seriously.

“Then we achieved what we set out to do. I’m thankful for that,” Mr. P told her just as seriously. “The ladies and I tried to teach you something about sex. But I myself tried to show you something else last night as well.”

“What was that?” she asked after he didn’t go on.

“I tried to teach you something about truly making love. There was for a time last night when I was making love to you, that you were truly with me. I could feel it. You became as involved in me as I was in you. We both wanted the same thing, to please each other. We wanted to be closer both physically, and mentally, to each other. You didn’t hold back anything of your self. You gave yourself to me completely, as I did to you. You proved that by asking for what you wanted to do with me. That was all you, giving something of yourself to another person, because I think you unconsciously realized was what you have always wanted to do, but were never able to.” He paused for a moment.

“That is all you need to know for now,” Mr. P told her. “Now lets see about getting you back.”

2.
Mr. P had driven her back to her dorm and parked in the lot at the back. He had kissed her tenderly in goodbye before letting her out. He had asked her not to remove the blindfold until he was gone and she had done as he asked even thought she certainly wanted to know who he was.

Kitty entered through the back door and was making her way to her room when a voice called out from ahead. “Hey Kitty, where have you been all weekend?” It was one of the other girls on her floor.

Suddenly the question struck her as funny and she burst out laughing. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you Doris. You just plain wouldn’t believe me,” she told her when she got herself under control.

“Try me,” Doris said with a grin.

“OK, if you really must know. I was abducted Friday night in the back of a van. I was driven, I don’t know where. I’ve had non-stop sex for the last two days, and the kidnappers just dropped me off a couple of minutes ago.”

Doris’ smile slid off her face for a moment, but quickly back. “Ask a stupid question and get a smart ass answer back,” she said clearly not believing a word of it. “OK, none of my business anyway. But you do look good. You’re almost glowing. I’ll bet you met a guy.”

This sent Kitty off in greater gales of laughter. After a minute when she was in control again she told her, “Right, on the first guess, and let’s leave it at that. OK?”

Doris gave her a doubtful look but nodded, “All right. Are you ready for the test tomorrow?”

“Not as ready as I would like. I’m going to study right now,” she said as she moved past Doris toward her room. “Do me a favor. Don’t let me oversleep in the morning. I might not pass the damn test, but I certainly won’t have a chance if I don’t get there.”

“No worries, I’ll make sure your up,” Kitty heard as she closed her door.

Kitty did try to study for a while, but gave up unable to keep her mind on the work. She kept thinking back to the weekend and the bombshell Mr. P had dropped on her at the last. That he loved her. The more she thought about it, the warmer she felt inside.

She thought about him for a long time and about the way he had made her feel. She especially remembered the sincerity in his voice when he told her of making love to her and her response to him. That thought alone gave her a warm fuzzy feeling. Finally she realized it was getting late and went to bed thinking of him. He had been right about one thing; she certainly didn’t want to be half asleep tomorrow.

Kitty got up the next morning and went to take her exam. It took her about two hours and she thought that perhaps she had passed. Maybe not with the grade she had been hoping for, but she didn’t think she had failed.

She was in the extremely crowded hall outside the test room, deciding what to do next and juggling her backpack trying to find her cell phone when someone brushed quickly behind her. “Don’t worry, you’ll pass with flying colors,” a voice whispered and was gone.

She froze for a split second before turning quickly to find out who it had been. But in the press of the crowded corridor there was no way to tell. But even in a whisper she was positive it was a man’s voice. Suddenly she knew who it had been. Mr. P. Damn it, he had been right there and she still didn’t know who he was.

3.
Later when she was sitting in the quad drinking a Pepsi while looking around she noticed a young man sitting under one of the trees, with a large stack of papers beside him. He seemed to be grading test sheets, referring to a clipboard from time to time and making notations on the tests. She wondered if they were of the exam, she had just finished.

She got up and wandered over beside him. “Hi,” she said.

The man looked up at her. “Hi yourself. Can I do something for you?” His voice sounded vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t place it.

“Not really I guess. I just noticed you grading those,” she said gesturing to the stack of papers. “I just finished a midterm for Biology a few hours ago, and I was wondering if that is what those are?”

He cocked one eyebrow at her. “Could be. You wouldn’t be trying to find out your grade would you? Or maybe influencing it are you?”

Kitty sputtered. “No, of course not. I was just curious that’s all.”

“That’s all right then. We wouldn’t want any improprieties would we?” he said with a grin.

“No, I’m sorry to have bothered you,” she said and began to turn away.

“Hold on a second,” he said causing her to turn back. “You’re right, they are the biology test. I just took over the class and wanted to get them graded quick. I wouldn’t want the Dean breathing down my neck,” he said grinning again.

“You’re not my professor,” she told him. “My professor is sixty if he’s a day.”

“Your old professor was sixty, but now you’ve got me. Professor Milten had a minor heart attach this last weekend. He’ll be fine, but he’s out of the picture for the rest of the year. I’m taking over for him as of today.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Kitty said quickly.

“Which, that he had an attack or that I’m taking over?” he asked her with an even bigger grin.

“That he had a heart attack of course,” she told him indignantly.

“I’m glad to hear that at least. I would really hate if it was me taking over his class,” he chuckled. Kitty smiled in return and decided she liked her new professor.

“What’s your name?” he asked waving a hand toward the grass beside him inviting her to sit down.

“Kitty,” she said as she settled to the grass. “Well, actually it’s Christine. Christine Miller. I prefer to be called Chris, but everybody on campus calls me Kitty. It’s just a stupid nickname I got tagged with.”

“Oh, why is that?”

“I kicked up a bit of fuss, when I found out they wouldn’t let me keep my cat in the dorm. Kitty just sort of stuck. You know, Kitty Cat.”

“I see. You’re not fond of it though are you?”

“No, not really. But what can you do?” she finished with a shrug.

“Well, don’t worry Chris. I won’t call you by that. With me, Chris you are, and Chris you will stay.”

“Thank you.”

“Now let me see. I’m not really suppose to do this,” he told her as he dug through a stack of papers he had already graded. “Here it is. Christine Miller. Ah, I remember this one, it gave me quite a laugh when I was going over it.”

“Huh?” Chris said puzzled. “Why?”

“Well for one thing I don’t remember the Pubic Mound being called the Pussy in the text books before,” he said chuckling.

Chris was mortified. She couldn’t possibly have written anything like that. “I didn’t!” she exclaimed in surprise.

“I’m afraid so,” he told her holding it out for her to see. “Don’t worry I didn’t mark you down too badly. I gather you had something else on your mind at the time,” he said with a crooked grin and a wink.

Chris blushed furiously. “Well, sort of I guess.”

“Let me guess. Your boyfriend perhaps?”

“No. Well sort of. Hell, I don’t know,” she said flustered.

“Well it’s got to be something. Are you in love with him?” he asked her.

Chris let her shoulders slump. “I don’t know. I think I might be. It’s complicated.”

“Well, un-complicate it. You either love him or you don’t.”

Chris thought about her feelings for a long moment. “All right, I think I might, but I don’t even know who he is. I only met him three days ago.”

“A whirlwind romance I see. What’s his name?”

Chris blushed deeply, but for some reason she felt she could trust this man not to laugh at her. “I don’t know his name,” she confessed.

He didn’t laugh. “You met him for the first time three days ago. You’re might be in love with him and you don’t know his name? Did I get that right?”

Chris nodded her head. She wasn’t about to tell him of the abduction, but she did find herself telling him about the feelings she thought she might be having for the man. She couldn’t for the life of her think why she was telling a complete stranger her feelings, unless it was simply the need to talk about them and get them straight herself. She didn’t even know her new professor’s name. Maybe it was her new way of looking at the world.

“Are you sure it is not just a infatuation?” he asked her.

She shook her head. “Look, since I’m spilling out my love life to you, do you think you could tell me your name?”

“Oh, sorry. It’s Scott. Scott Hunter,” he said sticking out his hand, “Pleased to meet you Chris.” Chris looked at him closely as they shook hands and decided she liked what she saw in his eyes. For a reason she didn’t understand, she felt she could trust him. She had never felt this open before.

“You still haven’t answered my question?” Scott prompted her.

“No, I don’t think it’s an infatuation. I suppose it could be, but I don’t think so. He touched me way, way deeper,” Chris said thinking of how deep Mr. P had been inside her. “I know it sounds corny, but I think in a very odd manner he touched my soul.”

“You have a real problem don’t you?”

Chris sighed deeply. “That sums it up pretty well. I know his spirit and I think I know what he is like in his heart, just not who he is. Even that sounds corny saying it.”

“I wouldn’t say that. I am sure it will work out given enough time. But, now if you will excuse me,” he said beginning to rise, “I must be going. I have another class to teach in about fifteen minutes.”

Chris pushed herself to her feet as well. “Well, it was nice to meet my new professor. And thanks for letting me run on like I did,” Chris told him.

“My pleasure Chris,” he said as he started away, and then hesitated looking back over his shoulder. “By the way, you got an A on your exam. I might even toss in a plus sign just for that Pussy,” he told her with a sly wink, as he turned away and kept walking.

Chris felt her face heat as she watched him walk away.

4.
For the next three days Chris attended her classes and in her spare time remembered her past weekend, as well as daydreaming about something like it happening again. By the time Friday rolled around she was feeling frustrated. She had finished her last class for the day and was wondering what she could possibly do this coming weekend that could possibly top the last.

She returned to her locker to dump her books off. When she opened the door, lying inside on top of everything was a sheet of hot pink paper folded in half. Someone had slipped it in through the crack at the top of the door.

Pulling it out she unfolded it. Inside was written in black marker, YOUR CLASSES ARE “NOT” FINISHED FOR THE DAY. GO HOME. SHOWER AND CHANGE, AT TEN MINUTES TO FOUR YOU WILL BE IN THE PARK ACROSS FROM YOUR DORM SEATED ON THE BENCH CLOSEST TO THE STREET. AT TWO MINUTES TO FOUR YOU WILL DONE WITH YOUR BLINDFOLD. YOU WILL WAIT THERE UNTIL YOU ARE PICKED UP. NONCOMPLIANCE WILL BE PUNISHED. It was signed with an M in very bright red. Following at the bottom was a quickly scratched note. Clothing Is Casual. You Won’t Be Wearing Them Very Long, followed by a P.

Chris’ eyes had grown larger as she read the note. ‘And I was wondering what to this weekend,’ she thought to herself. ‘But do I really want to try something like that again? Damn right I do,’ she realized already turning from her locker and heading for the dorm.

At quarter to four Chris was on her bench as she had been instructed. She had taken some care with her clothing and makeup. A loose white blouse, not quite see-through and no bra made her feel deliciously wicked. Trim slacks, not jeans finished her outfit. And she had taken extra care with her makeup; understated with just enough to highlight her best features.

Chris glanced at her watch every couple of minutes, while looking around to see if she could spot anyone she knew, or anything out of the ordinary. She certainly didn’t want anyone she knew around when she put of the blindfold mask from the past weekend that was in her hand.

Glancing at her watch to confirm the time she took a last swift look around and pulled the mask on over the top of her head and down over her eyes. She did not bother with the chinstrap; she had no intention of taking it off.

It seemed like forever, but she knew that it was less than a minute before she heard a vehicle pull up and a door open. She could hear someone coming toward her. What if it wasn’t whom she was expecting? What if it was a stranger?

Her fears were put to rest, but she was disappointed as well when a voice spoke. “It’s good to see you can follow instructions,” Miss M told her. “Been waiting long? I thought I was going to be late.”

“Not long,” Chris replied, while wondering what she would have done if no one had come for her.

“Come along,” Miss M told her, taking her by the arm to guide her.

Once they were in the car and on the road, Chris cleared her throat. “Where are we going?” she asked and then added, “If I may ask?”

“Just another little gathering like we introduced you to last weekend.” Chris smiled. “Of course there will be a couple of different people this time,” Miss M added.

Chris felt her mouth fall open. She hadn’t thought of that. New people doing to her things like the first time. She closed her mouth and swallowed hard.

“I don’t know if I am ready for anyone new,” she stammered, “I had sort of just gotten use to you guys.”

Miss M gave a short laugh. “Not to worry. You will have to keep your mask on if Miss S, Mr. P, or I are in the room with you, but this time we are going to give you a bit of instruction on giving what you received last week, not taking it. Not that you aren’t going to have to take some new things as well.”

Chris felt a tingle begin in her stomach at the thought of being able to do some of the things to someone else that had been done to her. The idea both excited her and gave her the chills.

“Don’t worry Kitty, we will take you through most of it step by step,” Miss M told her.

“My name is Chris, not Kitty,” Chris spoke up quickly.

Miss M reached over and grabbed her left nipple and pinched it hard through the light material causing Chris to cry out in shock and pain. “In our group your name is Kitty, remember that. You will answer only to Kitty, and you will think of yourself only as Kitty. Is that clear?” Miss M asked squeezing her nipple even harder.

Chris nodded her head frantically as she tried to draw away for the woman’s hand. “Yes, Miss M. I understand,” Kitty said in a rush, already thinking of herself by that name.

Miss M released her nipple and as the blood rushed back into it, she began reciting the name over and over in her mind. Kitty, Kitty, I’m Kitty. Her nipple really hurt at the moment. Kitty, Kitty, Kitty, she kept repeating to herself for the remainder of the trip. By the time they got out of the car she had almost convinced herself it was the only name she had ever had.

Miss M guided her in to the house. It didn’t have the same sound or feel of the other place though she could tell simply from the air outside that it was in the country the same as the place last weekend.

Miss M quickly took her into one of the rooms. “All right Kitty. Strip. There is a bed in front of you and a dresser to the right. Put your clothes in the top drawer. You can take your mask off after I leave the room so you can see what you are doing, but you are to put it back on as soon as you are finished and sit on the bed.”

“Yes, Miss M,” Kitty said nodding her head.

“Good. Someone will be back for you in about five minutes. Remember to do as you are told,” Miss M told her as she closed the door.

Kitty quickly stripped out of her clothes and placed them in the drawer as she had been told. As she did she looked around the room. It could have been any bedroom in any house. She could see a large pool through the window as the drapes were partly pulled back. The pool area had a tall solid fence enclosing it.

Kitty quickly glanced at her watch before taking it off. Her five minutes were nearly up. She quickly donned her blindfold again and sat on the edge of the bed waiting for whoever was coming for her.

5.
The door opened and light footfalls entered. A small hand gripped her upper arm.

“You are to come with me,” a soft girl’s voice told her. “My name is Thumper, Thump for short. My real name is Amber, but here I’m Thump.”

“Are you here for in the same way I am?” Kitty asked.

“No, I am a little more advanced in my training than you are. I am suppose to keep you from making any mistakes so I don’t get punished. That’s part of my training, so please don’t do anything foolish tonight. If you do, I get the punishment for it, not you,” Thumper told her.

Kitty swallowed. “I’ll try not to foul up. Why do they call you Thumper?”

The girl laughed. “Because I like to fuck like a rabbit, hard and fast. You know, rabbit, Thumper from the cartoons?”

Kitty giggled in return. “OK, I get it.”

“Come on, we had better go. The others are waiting for you,” Thumper told her.

When they arrive at a different room and stepped inside, Kitty could tell that there were others there. There were soft moans and small squeals of delight coming form all around. There sounded like there were several people there.

Kitty felt someone come to stand in front of her. “It is nice to see you again Kitty,” she heard Miss S say, and nearly shivered with relief. At least there were two people here that she knew.

“This weekend we are going to teach you a few more things. More advanced things if you will,” Miss S told her.

“What sort of things?” Kitty asked.

Miss S chuckled. “All sorts of things. I want you to go with Thump here and do as she tells you. Thump I want you to prepare her well. You know what to do.”

“Yes, Miss S. I’ll have her ready in no time,” Thumper responded.

“Good. I will see you later Kitty. We’ll catch up then.”

6.
Thumper led Kitty into the center of the room and told her to kneel down, which she did.

“Now lean forward and give me your hands. There is a padded neck brace in front of you. Put your neck in it and relax,” Thumper told her.

Kitty did as she was told. Her neck fit into a cup like depression that was padded as Thumper positioned her wrists in two smaller padded depressions one each side of her head.

“What is this thing?” Kitty asked apprehensively.

“It is sort of a stalk like they use to use in the real old days to punish criminals,” Thumper replied as she lifted something to the side and swung it up and over bringing it down on Kitty’s neck.

Kitty almost felt panic as the top half of the device came down on her neck and wrists trapping her.

“Now just let me adjust the height and you’ll be all set.”

Kitty felt her doing something under her chin and the whole thing slid down a couple of inches toward the floor forcing her ass into the air totally exposing her back side. It was a bit awkward, but not too bad. She was wondering what was coming next. She was not long in finding out.

Thumper moved around behind her. “Relax, I have to get you ready for what is coming. You’ll like what I am going to do.” With that she slid her hand between Kitty’s legs to cup her pussy.

Kitty felt the girls small soft hand slide between her legs cupping her mound. The hand felt so soft, it was like satin. Thumper began moving her hand back and forth across her pussy. It felt wonderful to her, very delicate and sensual.

The girls thumb slid up and began pressing on her hole. Not pushing inside, just pressing on it rhythmically. Kitty could feel herself becoming aroused and wet from the girl’s very gentle touch. She felt the girl move behind her as the hand was withdrawn, to be replaced by the tip of her tongue. Kitty gave a small squeak in her throat at the contact.

Thumper ran the tip of her tongue up and down the crack of her pussy lips lightly several times before pushing the tip between them to hunt for Kitty’s clitoris. When she found it Kitty jerked violently, it felt so good. The girl simply held her tongue there for a long moment, not moving it at all, before starting to wiggle the tip ever so slightly. Kitty felt like she was in heaven, it felt so good as it began moving.

The tongue began to flick faster and faster over her clitoris. Kitty tried to squirm, her ass backward farther, to get more pressure on her sensitive spot, but it was not to be. The stock held her firmly in place. She could mover her rear from side to side but not back. She felt herself getting really hot and could feel her orgasm begin to build.

It was at that moment that Thumper left her clitoris and slid into Kitty’s love hole as deep as she could push her tongue. Kitty groaned in absolute pleasure and wiggled her ass. The girls tongue started darting in an out of her hole with the tip flicking around inside her when it was pushed in making Kitty go wild with shuddering. ‘God, this girl is good,’ Kitty thought to herself as she surrendered to what she was feeling totally.

Suddenly the girls tongue and face pulled back, leaving Kitty to slump in disappointment. Kitty heard a slurping sound behind her, quickly followed by the tip of a finger pressing into her. As it slid in Kitty groaned deep in her throat with satisfaction.

Thumper did not begin pushing in and out of her. Instead she began twisting her wrist turning her finger in Kitty’s cunt causing her to moan softly. The moans grew deeper when the finger began moving in and out while continuing to twist. She didn’t move, concentrating on the feeling she was having. Wiggling her rear would have detracted from it.

Before she knew it though Thumper had pulled her finger out and gone back to her tongue. But not on her pussy this time, the girl pushed her tongue flat against Kitty’s anal hole, gave it a big lick and then stuck the tip directly into her brown hole. Kitty jerked at the unexpected intrusion.

Of course the tongue did not get very far into her. Kitty’s sphincter muscle was to tight for that yet, but Thumper was determined to get it into her. Kitty wiggled her ass a little and tried to get her sphincter to relax. It wasn’t easy, but slowly the girl began to work her tongue inside. The feeling was indescribably wicked and she loved it.

Thumper couldn’t get her tongue all the way in, only the very tip. “Boy, are you ever tight,” she said pulling back. “He’s going to like that, but I got to get you loosened up a bit for him.” Kitty felt apprehensive at that statement. “Hang on now, I am going to have to use other means to loosen you up.”

Kitty felt the tip of Thumper’s finger begin pushing into her ass. It was a small finger so it didn’t take all that much pressure to begin sliding into her, not with all the girl’s saliva on her ass and already in her rectum. Kitty could feel it moving in, twisting as it went. First the tip up to the first joint, then to the second. Finally it was passed her sphincter and deep in her to the knuckles.

Kitty bit her lip at the feeling and tried to stifle a groan of pleasure, but it was no use. The girl really knew her business. When she had it firmly in as far as she could push she began flexing her finger using the first and second joints. Kitty could feel the tip of the finger touching the wall inside her ass and she began to whimper. But when Thumper began rotating her finger as well, it was almost too much for her to bear.

The girl began slowly withdrawing her finger slightly before pushing it back in, a little more each time. At each thrust in Thumper would hook her finger pressing on the wall inside. And as she pulled out she would leave the finger slightly hooked dragging it against Kitty’s sphincter muscle forcing it to open a little wider each time to allow the finger out.

Kitty began panting, it felt so good, but Thumper had more in store for her. She brought her other hand up to her ass and Kitty felt something cold and hard begin to worm it’s way into her along side the girl’s finger. “A small vibrator,” she thought to herself, but she was wrong.

When Thumper had it inserted along side her finger Kitty could feel that it was much smaller than even the smallest vibrator she had ever seen. It was long, slim and seemed to have a bend in it at the end.

“Now just relax. You are going to enjoy this,” Thumper told her as she proceeded to push it deeper into her ass, turning it slowly as she did. Kitty could feel the bent end rubbing along inside her walls in slow circles as it went deeper and deeper into her.

She thought there must have been at least four inches pushed into her when the part still at her ass hole began to thicken. It was slowly pushing her sphincter farther apart as it entered her. Suddenly it became much wider causing her to suck in her breath quickly as it stretched her open. The feeling of sudden violation was awesome and she wiggled her ass for more.

When it was past her sphincter and firmly planted Thumper flipped the switch to turn it on. Kitty went wild. The vibrations sent a shock wave throughout her ass and into her pussy area. Even more surprising to her was that she could also feel the tip that was bent against the walls in her ass vibrating as well.

Thumper was slowly rotating it in her ass. Kitty could feel the vibrations coursing through her and the curved tip was bumping and rubbing deep inside her. More importantly to her was that the tool was really vibrating stimulating her pussy as well. Kitty could feel an orgasm begin to build up.

Just when she thought she would explode from the sensations it was switched off and quickly removed from her ass. Kitty wilted forward into the stock with a groan of frustration.

“I told you would like it, didn’t I?” Thumper commented from behind her with a giggle. She reached under Kitty cupping her pussy. “Oh my, I think you’re ready for what comes next.”

“And what would that be?” Kitty asked her still trying to regain her composure while trying to ease her neck in the snug neck stock.

“Now that would ruin the surprise wouldn’t it. Don’t worry I am going to take real good care of you,” Thumper told her. “And here comes my helper right now.”

“Who is it?” Kitty asked apprehensively.

“I am not going to tell you,” Thumper replied, “There are a few rules for this evenings activities. The first is that you are in my charge for the evening. You will do as I say or be punished.” With that she slapped Kitty’s right buttock quite hard with a loud crack. Kitty jerked violently and screamed from the sting and the slap being so expected.

“Oh hush, that was just to show you I meant what I said,” Thumper told her. “There are a few other rules as well for this evening. You may not know who is doing, well, whatever they are doing to you. You may speak, but you will not argue with any command you are given. In most cases those orders will be from me, but not always. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand, but could I get out to this thing for a few minutes to straighten my back?” Kitty asked.

A resounding slap on the left cheek of her ass was her answer. This one stung even worse that the first. “No. You will do as you are told. This exercise is to teach you perseverance and the stock is part of that,” Thumper told her, “Besides, you’re going to be too busy to worry about it.”

7.
“Now, before we begin let’s see what we can do to ease that sting for you.”

Kitty felt some sort of lotion being dribbled on her rear and a pair of hands to massage it in. She sucked in her breath quickly; they were not Thumper’s hands. They were much larger, definitely a man’s hands. She shivered with delight at the feel, but her stomach tightened wondering whose hands they were. It gave her an apprehensive, but naughty feeling, not knowing who’s hands they were or what they were going to do to her.

The hands slowly began smoothing the lotion over each of her cheeks. The lotion cooled her burning ass wonderfully as the man’s fingers began massaging it in. A slightly spearmint odor wafted to her nose. One hand continued rubbing lightly over each cheek of the rear while the other slid down and under cupping her pussy.

“Spread your legs a little,” came an order in a deep gravely voice from behind her. Kitty complied by pushing her knees apart providing more room for his hand. The man shifted around slightly and began to massage her pussy as well as continuing to stroke her cheeks. It felt lovely.

One finger suddenly slipped between the lips of her pussy and came to rest directly on her clitoris, causing Kitty to suck her breath in. He didn’t rub; he simply began applying rhythmic pressure over and over. Kitty began to feel a tingle begin to grow in her pussy. ‘I could get off on this alone right now,’ she thought to herself. She wiggled her ass in encouragement.

After a couple of minutes Kitty was ready to cum. The man sensed this and removed both hands, giving her a light slap on her rump. He waited for a moment and then blew his breath lightly down the crack of her ass to her pussy making her shiver and squeak in delight.

“You’re going to have to cool down for a few minutes,” the gravely voice told her, “but we won’t let you waste time while you do.”

Kitty heard him stand up and move around in front of her and kneel down. She could feel the heat of his body close to her face. The tip of his cock bumped her lips and she instinctively darted her tongue out at it. She could taste pre-cum on the tip and began diligently licking it off. It tasted sort of sweet and reminded her of something that escaped her at the moment.

When the tip was clean the man pressed his member forward and Kitty eagerly took the head between her lips and began to suck on it. The man gave a low groan and pushed a little father into her mouth as Kitty ran her tongue along the underside of it.

The man slowly began moving his dick in and out, a little deeper each time. Kitty kept her tongue glued to the underside with her lips firmly pressed around his shaft and sucking each time he withdrew. His strokes became quicker and she could feel his shaft swelling larger in her mouth.

Suddenly it was withdrawn and rubbed against her lips and cheeks. Kitty darted her tongue out trying to recapture it. She wanted to taste his cum in the worst way; she wanted him to fill her mouth with his hot fluid.

But it was not to be. Kitty felt another head pressing in next to hers. “No you don’t,” Thumper whispered to her, “that’s mine for this time. Wait your turn.”

Kitty could hear a slurping sound and feel Thumper’s hair brushing up and down her face quickly. “God damn it, that was mine,” Kitty exclaimed in frustration.

“That’s it. All the way down and hold it,” Kitty heard the man command. The hair brushing her face went down and stopped.

Suddenly she heard the man groan loudly. “Here it comes Thumper, you hold it all.” Kitty could hear the girl gag slightly and begin to swallow. She kept swallowing for what seemed a long time and then began sucking again to get any that was left.

“That wasn’t fair,” Kitty complained, “I did all the work and you got the reward.”

A big hand landed solidly on her rear. “No back talk. But if it’s cum you want it is cum you shall have. Thumper, oblige her.”

Kitty felt Thumper’s lips press firmly against hers and the girls tongue press against her lips. Opening hers to let the tongue in, she was shocked to have a large gob of semen forced into her mouth along with some of the girl’s saliva. Thumper withdrew and clamped a hand over her mouth. “Now swallow,” the girl told her.

Kitty was shocked to say the least. She had wanted to taste the guy’s cum, but not in this manner. She felt a certain amount of aversion to swallowing it this way, but she found herself extremely turned sharing it with Thumper. Nothing like this feeling had ever happened to her before. She felt depraved and loved it. With two large gulps she swallowed the hot spunk down.

“That’s a good girl. You liked that didn’t you?” Thumper asked her.

Kitty tried to nod her head, she didn’t trust her voice not to betray how much she had liked the girl forcing the cum into her mouth, and more importantly how much her mind had been twisted in being ordered to swallow. Being forced had thrilled her. She felt totally depraved and didn’t care a bit that she did.

“I didn’t hear you,” Thumper said in a stern voice.

“Yes,” Kitty swallowed hard, “It was disgusting, but yes, I liked it. You sharing it with me was,” she paused, “different,” she finished lamely.

“Good, now we will get back to you,” Thumper said as she moved behind Kitty and knelt behind her. She leaned forward and pressed her face into Kitty’s rear and pushed her tongue between her pussy lips and into her love hole wiggling her tongue frantically.

Kitty’s breath whistled in with surprise, tensing her butt cheeks together before relaxing into the girl’s ministrations. It felt wonderful, especially when Thumper would pull her tongue out to lick up and tickle her anus with the tip. This went on for only a couple of minutes until Kitty could feel her juices really begin to flow, leaking down each of her inner thighs.

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Thumper pulled her face away. “I think she is ready for you now sir. She is really good and wet,” she told the man who Kitty could feel positioning himself behind her.

The tip of his cock slapped into her sensitive lips and slid between them. Moving it forward and back he let his shaft slide up the width of her slit, over her thoroughly extended clitoris and back. Kitty shuddered, biting her lip at the exquisite sensation it was giving her.

After stroking her several times he pulled back and positioned the tip at the entrance to her love hole. With one long and very, very, slow thrust he pushed the length of his shaft into her. Kitty was almost beside herself at how slowly he was forcing his way into her. It was not fast, but continuous slowly opening her up until he had his entire cock buried in her to the base. She could feel the tip pushing into her cervix making her groan in pleasure at feeling so full.

Finally he pulled nearly all the way back out, only to pump in again more forcefully. Then he began taking short quick strokes that nearly drove Kitty wild with please. With every stroke in his balls slapped up against her pussy sending little jolt of electricity through her clitoris. Kitty bit the inside of her cheek to keep from screaming with pleasure.

Kitty was on the brink of cumming when he thrust in and stopped, holding her hips firmly in place. She only needed one more slap of those beautiful balls to put her over the edge, but he was denying her that release. She hung on the edge of her orgasm for what seemed like an eternity.

“Please, oh please let me cum, make me cum,” Kitty begged her tormentor. It was not to be. The man held her hips motionless and finally the feeling began to subside. “You son of a bitch,” she swore at him, “I was so close.”

“I know. That’s why I stopped,” the gravely voice said. “We have a long way to go yet.”

Kitty felt a tear of frustration run down her cheek. What more could they do to her that what he had just done. It was absolute torture to be that close and be denied. She felt the man shift a little as he pulled his shaft out of her. He ran the head and shaft between her pussy lips once, causing her to jerk violently, before sliding it up the crack of her ass to her anus, which he tapped with the head.

Kitty felt lubricant dribbling on her rectum and then a finger that began massaging and forcing it into her ass hole. Because Thumper had loosened up her sphincter earlier she thought he would simply start putting his meat into her. She was wrong. The finger pressing the oil into her slowly slipped inside moving to the first joint and the second, twisting all the time to ease the penetration. The man was being very gentle about it.

Soon he began sliding his finger in and out of her, slowly fucking her ass with his finger. Kitty moaned in pleasure it felt so good. After a minute or so he added more oil and speeded up the thrusting of his finger slightly. This went on for another minute, Kitty reveling in the sensation.

When the hand slowed he brought up a second finger and began to insert this as well. Kitty gave a little cry as it slipped in along side the first, then bit her lip trying to become accustomed to the strange sensation of two fingers. But when he brought up the third really stretching her ass open, she whimpered desperately clenching her fists. These were three hard fingers, note a vibrator or a man’s more pliable cock. It hurt a little bit, but she could bare it.

The man began turning his wrist moving his fingers in a circular motion. Finally her sphincter relented and accepted the larger size it had been forced to and Kitty sighed with relief. It really wasn’t so difficult now and she was actually starting to enjoy having her hole spread so wide. The fingers were being flexed inside her, which felt funny but good. When they began pumping in and out of her it felt even better and she began to moan with pleasure.

After a few moments of this the fingers withdrew and were replaced by the tip of the man’s cock. She was very well lubricated now and with her hole stretched as it was she felt the head stretch her easily and pop inside followed by an inch or two of the shaft. Kitty licked her lips. It felt deliciously wicked to have a mysterious man’s shaft in her ass and she began moving her rear encouraging more.

Slowly the cock began sliding in and out, going a little deeper with each thrust. Kitty was moaning deeply in her throat, and louder with each thrust. She tried shoving her hips back at him trying to help, but he kept up the same slow steady pace going only a little deeper into her ass each time. But finally his meat was buried balls’ deep to the base in her ass. She felt enormously happy that she was able to take him all the way in.

The man held himself buried there and Kitty could feel him tensing his groin making his member swell and pulse slightly against the walls of her rectum. “Oh,” she groaned, “that feels fantastic.” At these words he bumped hard into her ass getting another half inch of penetration, causing her to gasp in delight before beginning to pump in and out of her ass in slow even strokes.

“How does that feel?” he asked her.

“It’s great. I don’t think I have ever felt so full.” She paused. “Except of once,” she added thinking of Mr.P’s cock the other weekend.

She received a light swat on her ass for the remark. “You shouldn’t compare out loud. Just go with the moment,” he ordered, but for some reason his voice did not seem to have as much gravely sound in it this time. Kitty found that odd.

Kitty could feel the man’s shaft sliding in and out smoothly, there seemed to be all most not resistance. She could feel the ridge around the head rubbing against her walls stimulating her more and more, but it went so easily, she was amazed.

Picking up the rhythm Kitty tried shoving her hips and wiggling her ass to take him as deep as she could. It wasn’t much movement, but the man picked up on it quickly and began thrusting much harder and faster. Finally he was pounding in and out of her rectum with the force of an express train giving the ass fucking of her young life.

Kitty was panting hard from such a vigorous hammering. If she had had extra breath she would have screamed her pleasure at such a brutal ass pounding. It was causing all sorts of sensations to run through her from her ass, through her pussy and deep into her belly.

Just when she thought she could take no more, he stopped and she heard him whispering to Thumper. What he was saying was so low that she could not make out the words. He quickly pulled out of her ass and immediately pushed all the way into her fuck hole.

“Oh my God,” Kitty repeated over and over as little black spots and flares of light danced in her vision.

The sudden intrusion into her cunt was over in only a few seconds when he pulled out and shoved his shaft back into her ass. For the next minute or so he alternated between Kitty’s dark hole and her love canal. No more than a stroke or two in either, before switching again. Kitty jerked violently each time he switched holes moving her ass wildly each time he pushed into a hole. It was driving her crazy with wicked feelings of wanton desire.

Thumper knelt beside her and placed an arm and hand on the small of her back and rear to hold her steady. The next time he pulled out of her ass, Thumper was ready. Kitty was expecting his cock in her cunt again, but the girl pushed in a medium sized dildo instead. It was soft, but it was cold, as if it had just come from the freezer. Kitty screamed at the shock. It felt so cold that chills ran from her pussy to her head causing her mind to explode in a shower of brilliant sparks before her eyes.

Almost immediately the cold object was pulled out and the man’s hot cock was back in the pussy. It felt extremely hot after the cold, but Kitty reveled at the feeling of both heat and cold inside her at the same time. She had never imagined such a feeling could exist, groaning with pleasure as her hands clamped into fists in the stock.

Her fuck hole was becoming warm again as the cold feeling was dissipated by the heat of the shaft inside her when she felt the cold protuberance forcing it’s way into her ass hole. Kitty gave out a long drawn out scream, as the head of his cock was forced in, her knees and legs’ nearly collapsing from the shock. If it hadn’t been for the man’s cock in her holding her up, they would have as she felt the cold radiating up into her ass.

Again, it was held in her for only a short period, but it was enough for her rectum and sphincter to almost start to sting from the cold. The man had pulled out of her cunt and as soon as the icy rod was removed he plunged his member back in to her gaping ass to the hilt in one swift sure thrust. This time the cock felt like a red not poker burning her insides with warmth that seemed to explode deep in her ass and into her belly. She had no words to describe the feeling.

Kitty felt completely weak from the things they had been doing to her, but they weren’t finished yet. As the cock began stroking in and out of her again she felt something being pressed up to her pussy lips to rub between them. It was a soft rubber dildo, but much, much, warmer than the last one.

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She felt the man stand up into a bent over position while keeping his rock hard shaft in her ass.

“OK Thumper, now for the rest. I’ll hold still until you’re ready,” the man said.

“Just give me a minute, then we’ll really get her howling and you can give her the works.”

Kitty felt apprehension when she heard this. “You bastards,” she swore, “what else can you do to me. If you don’t make me cum soon, I am going to die. I swear to God I will.”

Thumper began laughing. “Oh, but we have orders to take it easy on you for now. This is just the warm up for what comes later. Now hold still. I absolutely guarantee your going to love this and we are really going to get you off.”

Thumper proceeded to push the dildo into her love shoot. It wasn’t really large, but Kitty could feel herself straining because of the man’s cock in her ass as well. Finally it was deep inside her and Kitty found it didn’t feel bad at ass and gave a little groan of pleasure at being so full.

The man held still in her ass, and suddenly Thumper turned on the machine in her pussy. It didn’t vibrate as Kitty had expected. Instead, the shaft and head began to gyrate in a circular motion sending her into shudders of desire. ‘Oh God, I really am going to die if they don’t get me off pretty soon. I don’t know how much more of this I can stand,’ she thought to herself.

After a moment to let her get use to the motion of it, the man began stroking in and out of her ass again. Slowly at first, all the way out and back in again. It was a mind-blowing feeling with the thing squirming in her cunt. Just when she thought it couldn’t get any better, Thumper pushed a solid round object on the area of her clitoris and held it there.

With all of the movement and stimulation Kitty could feel her orgasm building quickly. ‘If they would only let her have her release this time, I would die this time just to show these two how good it was,’ she thought to herself as she concentrated on everything she was feeling. The prick in her ass picked up the pace and was really stroking into her now.

Finally what she was waiting for was almost there. “I’m going to cum,” she screamed. “Oh, Oh, yes. I’m going to cum.”

“Now Thumper,” she heard the man order.

Suddenly the round ball Thumper was holding directly on her clitoris began a high pitch vibration. This was more than Kitty could stand. Her orgasm hit hard, racing through her entire body making her convulse with wave after wave of pleasure. Her clit felt like it was being given continuous electrical shocks.

Suddenly she felt the man give a deep thrust and felt his boiling hot semen eject, pumping deep into her bowls. This sent her to a plain of rapture that she had not known could possibly exist. Each spasm of her orgasm seemed to get stronger and did not seem like it was ever going to end.

Finally her orgasm did begin to decline, though she could still feel her body jerking and twitching for several more moments as her mind floated away from her.

Kitty didn’t pass out, but was in that state of bliss she had only ever heard about. One where she was totally relaxed, unable to move, and totally sated. The afterglow of a perfect orgasm she had heard it called. She felt she was in heaven.

“Maybe I did die,” she whispered aloud.

“What was that Kitty? I didn’t quite catch it?” Thumper asked from in front of her as she slowly began wiping Kitty’s face with a warm moist hand towel.

“I said, I think I have died and gone to heaven,” she said a little louder.

Thumper giggled. “Heaven…Maybe. Died…definitely not.”

Kitty felt the man chuckle. He was still buried deep in her ass though she could feel his member beginning to soften and shrink. She suddenly realized he had left it in her so as not to disturb the sexual reverie she was still feeling.

As Thumper released her from the stock the man placed his arm around her waist drawing her back to him and gently rolling both of them onto their sides on the floor, where he held her spooned against him with his member still in her. Slowly, she could feel it softening further as she snuggled back against him with her head cradled on his right arm and the other around her tummy.

It was a deliciously wicked feeling when after a couple of minutes she squeezed her rectum and felt him pop out of her rear. The man kissed her neck and got up.

“I’ll see you later Kitty. I am going to get cleaned up. Thumper will take care of you and take you to clean up and rest a bit,” the man told her. The deep gravely sound was back in his voice. There was something odd about it, but she didn’t know what it was.

TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 3
[ Don’t worry. It will be along sooner or later. 🙂 ]

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Steve gets a new set of rules and decides it’s time to tell his children about his powers. Meanwhile, his daughter Sam is eager to enjoy him.

Editing Reality

Book Three: Naughty Fantasies Unleashed

Chapter Two: Temptation’s Line

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this.

Becky Davies

Hearing that Tonya, my best friend and my cute lover, wanted to have sex with my daddy was the best thing in the world. It sent this hot rush through my body. My nipples hardened and my pussy grew even juicier. I squirmed in her parents’ bed. On the other side of Tonya was her mother, the sexy Mrs. Alberts whom I’d seduced.

This was such a great weekend. The day before, Mrs. Alberts and I had seduced Tonya into incestuous pleasure. It finally let me reveal the full truth of my relationship with my parents. My pussy clenched hard, my body trembling.

“Mmm, your father is a sexy man,” Mrs. Alberts said, shuddering. “I wouldn’t mind… I’m sure my husband wouldn’t mind.”

“Yes!” I gasped. “My parents would love to have you both in their bed. I’m surprised my mother hasn’t tried to seduce you yet.” I grinned. “She’s gotten a number of the ladies at our church.”

“Mmm, so that’s where you get it, huh?” asked Mrs. Alberts, her blue eyes gleaming as she stared at me over her petite daughter’s body. They were both blonde, Mrs. Alberts a darker shade than Tonya’s platinum hair. They were both beautiful and sexy, too.

“Yep,” I said. “She’s inspired me to have all the fun with the ladies I can. Then I come home to Daddy and tell him all about it. He loves hearing about it while eating me out.”

“Your life is incredible,” Tonya moaned. “I’m so glad you two tricked me. Mmm, this is amazing.”

“Yes, it is,” Mrs. Alberts said. Her eyes caught me then they flicked down to her daughter’s small titties.

I gave a slight nod.

“So, when can we—” Tonya gasped as her mother and I attacked her breasts.

The married woman and I both swooped in and cupped a tit. Our mouths latched onto those hard nipples. We sucked. Tonya moaned. She shuddered on the bed as her hard, little nub filled my mouth. She had such cute boobs, small and firm.

I massaged it as I sucked, the noisy sounds I made mixing with her mother’s naughty sucking. It was a wicked thrill. This naughty tremble rippled through my body. My cunt clenched as we nursed and sucked.

“You two are so wicked,” moaned Tonya. “Ooh, this has been a fantastic weekend.”

It had been. Daddy had become mayor and now he was going to take Tonya’s virginity. At least her hetero cherry. My tongue darted around her nub. I caressed her. I sucked on her. My cheeks hollowed as I loved her. My hand stroked down her stomach as we played with her body.

I brushed her mother’s hand. We both were heading to the same place. Our hands pressed lower and lower, crossing Tonya’s belly. She gasped and moaned, squirming on the bed. Her moans sang through the room. Then we reached her bush, Tonya’s silky pubic hairs.

“You two are spoiling me,” Tonya groaned.

Our hands cupped her pussy. We caressed her. We rubbed against her hot flesh. Her body shuddered as our fingers played with her naughty snatch. My fingers found the entrance of her pussy and shoved in.

Soon, my daddy’s cock would be in here.

My friend moaned as my fingers sank into her twat. I sucked on her nipple as she shuddered on the bed. Her head tossed back and forth. Her moans sang through the bedroom. Her legs twitched and then squeezed around my hand, her mother’s rubbing at her snatch.

“Mom! Becky!” Tonya whimpered. Her hand ran through my hair then grabbed my braid. She gripped it as I sucked on her nipple, my pussy growing hotter and hotter as I fingered her twat.

She felt so juicy. So hot and wet. This hunger surged through me. I popped my mouth off her nipple as her cunt squeezed around my cunt. Her juices soaked my digits. My tongue flicked across my lips and then I slid down the bed.

“Ooh, yes!” Mrs. Alberts said, her eyes following me. “I was thinking the same thing.”

“We’re just vibing,” I moaned.

Tonya’s hand slid down my braid as I moved lower. She gripped the end as I settled between her thighs. A moment later, her mother joined me. The older woman’s shoulders rubbed against mine, a wicked smile on her lips.

I pulled my fingers out of Tonya’s pussy and shoved them into her mother’s mouth. “Just a little taste,” I purred. She sucked. “Mmm, you love the taste of your daughter’s pussy.”

She moaned.

“She’s such a naughty mommy,” groaned Tonya.

I pulled my fingers out of Mrs. Alberts mouth. Then we both leaned down and nuzzled into the girl’s pussy. She licked and lapped at the hot folds. Our cheeks rubbed together as we feasted on her daughter. We devoured her.

Our tongues caressed each other as we lapped at Tonya’s cunt. Her tangy juices soaked my lips. That wonderful flavor, almost as good as my mother’s or my sister’s pussy, shuddered through me. Such joy surged through me as my tongue darted into Tonya’s pussy.

Daddy would be in this pussy soon.

Mrs. Alberts attacked her daughter’s clit. The older woman sucked on that bud, making her daughter shudder. Tonya’s pussy clenched around my tongue as she shuddered. I whimpered, my hips wiggling, rubbing against the older woman’s flesh.

Her mother’s hand fell on my rump. She caressed me, cupping my butt-cheek. She squeezed me. Then her naughty fingers dipped into my crack. I shuddered, my pussy clenching as her fingers slid down and found my asshole.

“Mrs. Alberts!” I moaned as the finger caressed my sphincter, tracing around my anal ring.

The MILF purred around her daughter’s clit.

I gasped into Tonya’s pussy as her mother thrust her fingers into my rear. I groaned as two digits pressed into my asshole. My anal ring stretched around them, this velvety heat melting down to my pussy as she penetrated deeper and deeper into my bowels.

I thrust my tongue deep into Tonya’s pussy as the pleasure rippled through me. My pussy clenched. Juices soaked my bush. The cream trickled down my thighs. My clit throbbed and pulsed. I whimpered as the MILF’s fingers plundered my asshole.

My hand found Mrs. Albert’s stomach as I pleasured her daughter. I slid down the MILF’s belly, the fingers still wet from her mouth. I pressed into her bush. Her silky hairs caressed me. I pressed up between her thighs. I caressed her hot flesh. She whimpered around her daughter’s clit. My tongue swirled around inside of Tonya.

I thrust my fingers into Mrs. Albert’s pussy.

We were all moaning, pleasing each other. My fingers pumped in and out of the MILF’s juicy pussy. Her married flesh squeezed around my digits while she thrust a third finger into my asshole. I gasped, my sphincter stretching. My cunt drank on the juicy heat of the velvety delight of her digits. My tongue caressed Tonya’s pussy as she gripped my braid.

“Oh, yes, yes!” Tonya moaned. “Becky! Mom! Ooh, that’s so nice! I’m going to cream your faces.”

“Mmm, do that, honey,” her mother purred.

I thrust a third finger into the MILF’s pussy. Her juices coated my fingers. Her cream dribbled down my hand past my elbow. She pumped her digits in and out of my bowels. That wonderful, velvety heat swelled and swelled my orgasm.

“Cum, Tonya!” I moaned, my own delight building. My hips wiggled, my asshole clenching about those digits.

“Yes, yes, cream our faces!” the MILF moaned, her pussy growing hotter and hotter about my fingers.

My thumb found her clit. I massaged the married woman’s bud. She gasped and moaned around her daughter’s clit. Her fingers thrust faster into my asshole. That wonderful friction melted my pussy. More and more of my cream flooded out of me.

Tonya gasped out in rapture. Her small breasts jiggled as she bucked on the bed. The springs creaked beneath her as she cried out in rapture. Her moans echoed around the room. Her face twisted in pleasure as she bucked on the bed.

I licked and lapped at her cunt. I gathered up all the juices flooding out of her. It was such a treat to enjoy. A wonderful passion. Her juices coated my lips and mouth. My fingers frigged her mother’s cunt faster and faster. Her digits plunged into my asshole with intensity.

“Oh, yes, that’s it!” howled Tonya. “You two spoil me. I love you both!”

“I love you!” I moaned, so glad my heart could hold affection for my daddy, my mom, and my best friend.

My orgasm exploded through me. My asshole writhed around Mrs. Albert’s fingers. Pussy juices gushed down her thighs. My own hot cream poured out of my twat. I moaned into Tonya’s pussy as the stars burst across my eyes.

Waves of delight washed into my mind. It spilled over my thoughts. I feasted on delicious snatch as I savored this naughty moment with mother and daughter. My fingers plunged deep into Mrs. Alberts’s cunt while my thumb massaged her clit.

“Oh, you’re so beautiful, Tonya!” Mrs. Alberts moaned as she joined us.

Her pussy convulsed around my fingers.

We all gasped and moaned. I groaned, Tonya’s tangy pussy cream soaking my lips. That flavor spilling over my mouth. I smiled as both my lovers cried out in delight. We were going to have so much fun with my parents.

I couldn’t wait.

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Steve Davies

Linda slipped off my lap with a stiffness as she stared at the newcomer. The brawny angel loomed over us. His physique was sculpted like a bodybuilder, and his black hair was cut short. He looked like a warrior. Power radiated from Sandalphon. I swallowed as his diamond eyes stared at me with such intensity. I had never felt anything like this.

Such strength of purpose. His will felt adamant.

I rose from my chair, my two angels, Anael and Jophiel, kneeling on the ground, both trembling. This angel terrified them. I could understand why. The Anime girls who’d previously been lounging around the room straightened their backs.

I felt the bead of sweat rolling down my forehead.

Linda trembled beside me, trying to look unphased, but her naked breasts swayed. I wanted to take her hand, to hold her, but I had this angel before me. I felt a challenge in him. I didn’t want to appear weak even as this pressure squeezed my throat.

“What are the words of the Most High,” I managed to say without croaking.

“You have pushed the boundaries too far, Steve Davies,” the angel answered, his voice booming. “This is your one warning. The angels are His servants. If you use Anael’s and Jophiel’s knowledge of their fellow servants to claim more to increase your power, know that my blade will find your flesh.”

A flaming sword burst into existence in his hand. He held it low, not threatening, but I could feel the heat rippling from the sword. The flames crackled, the steel blade glowing cherry-red. It hurt to look at, like staring at the sun.

I swallowed. “And… editing reality? Am I allowed to…”

“You were given that ability.” His sword scraped across the carpet, the fabric smoldering as he cut a line. “This is your limit, mortal. Do not cross it. Rebellion has never ended well.”

Before I could answer, he became light and shot upward. The crack of his flames ended, a silence descending across the room. Linda suddenly grabbed my arm. She clutched it, her entire body trembling. She pressed her face into my shoulder, sucking in deep breaths.

“Jesus,” I panted, the weight leaving my chest. My legs felt watery. The man’s presence… He felt like a one-man army.

“Who was that?” Linda asked, her voice croaking.

“An angel you do not mess with, my Lady,” Anael said. I edited my wife so she could see the angels. At least when time wasn’t paused. “He has no mercy. He will carry out the Most High’s will no matter the cost.”

“He is the Angel of Might and Power,” Jophiel said, her voice sounding brittle. “My Lord, he guarded the Gates of Eden.”

I nodded. The flaming sword…

“It was he who smote Sodom and Gomorrah and who delivered the plagues upon Egypt,” Jophiel said.

“That’s the Angel of Death?” I groaned. “I thought that was another angel. It was…”

“Azrael and Samael have both been attributed as being the Ha-Mashhit, the Destroying Angel,” Jophiel said. “Angel of Death is a mistranslation. Mortals do not always get things right, my Lord. Humans see imperfectly. Sandalphon carries out the Most High’s justice. He is gifted Might and Power to unleash the Most High’s righteous destruction.”

“What’s his secret name?” my wife croaked.

“Linda!” I gasped. “He just warned us not to do anything like that.”

“I do not know it,” Jophiel said.

Anael shook her head. “He’s like our boss’s boss. I know angels my level, a few above, but… Not his.”

“I would advise against researching it,” Jophiel said.

“Of course,” I said, sinking down on the chair and pulling my wife onto my lap. “I still have my powers. I don’t need more.”

“Yeah,” Linda said, shifting. “A shame… Imagine how we could make the world into paradise. Two cities a day… It will take time.”

“The right cities,” I said, leaning back. My own town of Rainier for sure. Olympia next? The capital of Washington State would give power. And why not Washington, D.C.?

Should I go for that first, or build support. Lawmakers were where power lay. That was where political power gathered. There were a few other cities that also needed fixing, New York, Los Angeles, Chicago. In a month, what could I do?

I had thinking to do and… I needed to get out of here. I was still shaking. “Let’s go home.”

“Yeah,” Linda said.

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James Davies

The door opened as my cum fired into Orihime’s pussy. It spilled my jizz into her pussy as I cringed, my parents entering the house from the garage door that led into the kitchen. I groaned as they swept into the orgy raging, Sam and her friends eating each other’s pussy, many of the girls I’d created fingering their twats as they watched.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Orihime moaned. “Flood my pussy with all your cum!”

I groaned as my parents entered. My mother flicked her eyes over the room. I wanted to melt away. I wasn’t like my sisters. I wasn’t into my mother. I liked girls young and nubile, barely legal and delicious. My dick fired the last blast of cum into Orihime’s pussy as I groaned.

“Well, well, I see you are having fun,” Mom said, a smirk on her lips.

“Just celebrating Daddy’s victory,” Sam, my little sister, moaned between licks. She still ate her friends, the four of them moaning and gasping. The created girls pulled their fingers from their pussies and bowed or curtsied, Zelda trying her best, naked, her breasts swaying and her pointed ears twitching.

“Well, Sam, your friends can stay the night if they wish,” Mom said. “I know your father and I could use the distraction.”

Beside me, Ruri buried her face into my shoulder, her nude body pressed tight to my chest. She didn’t want to be seen naked by my parents. Orihime shuddered, her pussy writhing a final time. Then she rolled off of me and my cum spilled out of her pussy.

“Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Davies,” Orihime said. She had no shame.

“Oh, well, the way you live with our son,” Mom said, “you can call us by our first names. Or just mom and dad. Soon, you’re going to make us grandparents.”

“I already have that covered,” Sam moaned.

The other girls giggled with her.

“Um, Sam, James, can we speak to you in my office?” Dad said.

My cheeks burned even more. “Yeah.”

I wanted to melt away. This was so embarrassing. My parents crossed the living room, stepping around my sister’s daisy chain. They entered his office. I scrambled to find my clothes. I had to get dressed. They were supposed to be celebrating at the office all night. Dad had that secretary to bang, Imogene was cute, and I left some hot created girls behind to distract him. He didn’t recognize which properties they came from, but he recognized their beauty.

And Mom loved hot girls.

I pulled up my pants over my legs. Ruri was beside me, scrambling to find her own clothing. We both got dressed fast. Sam squealed while I did it, cumming with her friends, just having a good time. She was such a bold girl. Wild. Always a tomboy, even when it came to her pussy eating.

I pulled on my t-shirt and stared at the office door. What did my parents want to talk to me about? My stomach roiled. My sister panted and then bounded to her feet, a bright smile on her face framed by her short, fiery hair. She had cream glistening on her lips.

“Come on, bro,” she said, racing beside me, not caring she was naked and flushed. “Let’s go. Maybe you can watch as Daddy bangs me. He can teach you how to please your two girls.”

“He knows how to please us!” Orihime said, stretching her back. Her large tits swayed. “Right, Ruri?”

Ruri groaned and buried her face in her hands, her bluish-purple pigtails swaying about her face.

“Yep, she just won’t admit it,” Orihime said, pulling Ruri to her. “Here, suck on my nipple. That’ll make you feel better.”

“Idiot,” groaned Ruri.

Sam opened the office door. “Come on, Bro. Mom can teach you to eat pussy better. Just watch her go down on me.”

“I won that contest,” I said, heading after. I pushed up my glasses. I hated being called into my dad’s study.

Dad sat down on his chair, Mom perched on his desk. She had this coquettish look about her despite her age, her auburn hair tousled. They had been having fun. Her legs were crossed. Sam threw herself onto Dad’s lap. She squirmed on him and kissed him on the mouth, unashamed of her incestuous love for him.

“What’s up?” I asked, closing the door behind me.

Dad broke the kiss. He pulled out his phone and set it down. “So I have this app.”

My brow furrowed as my father said the craziest things that I had ever heard. If it hadn’t come from my father, if my mother wasn’t nodding her head, I wouldn’t have believed it. And yet… I could make girls that I drew with my special Coptic marker. I had powers that bent reality, powers that my father had given me.

“Damn,” I groaned when he finished.

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Steve Davies

Sam stared at me in shock. This was all new to her. I figured as much. While in the old timeline, when Seth had his powers, I had to come clean to Sam. As part of Seth’s plan to keep me off-balanced while he prepared his trap, he caused problems with both my daughters. He had led Sam to realize that I had powers and she was afraid I had made her love me. She’d acted out, gotten in trouble at the college, and I had come clean.

Then all of Seth’s changes were reset. She never had that emotional pain.

“Damn,” James said again. He rubbed his hand. “Well, it’s good to know why I can create girls.”

“And I want you to keep using that to help us,” I said.

“And not just to supply your father a host of new women for him to enjoy,” Linda said, smiling at her son.

James groaned, his embarrassment making me squirm with second-hand discomfort.

“They’ll be important,” I said. “They’re people we can trust. People I don’t have to edit not to cause us problems. I’m going to put them to work at city hall.”

“I mean, I can make more,” James said. “There’s plenty of girls that I haven’t drawn.”

“You can make some older women, too,” Linda said. “More mature beauties.”

“There’s a few of those,” James said.

“You see, we’re going to change the world,” I said. “I need you and Sam and Becky’s support.”

“You have it, Daddy!” Sam moaned. She threw her arms around my neck. She kissed me on my mouth. Her tongue thrust into my mouth. Her tongue danced with mine. She squirmed on my lap. She rubbed against me. Her tush rubbed against my cock.

I held my daughter, so happy to have her support. Her tongue danced with mine. My wife giggled while I felt James squirming. I broke the kiss with Sam and, without looking at James, said, “Want to ride my cock, Sam?”

“You have to show James how to fuck a girl,” Sam said.

James groaned. “Can I go?”

A knock wrapped on the door before I could answer. Then the door opened and a red-haired, petite girl, her skin possessing a faint gold-green tinge. She had acorn earrings that seemed to chime as her head moved. “Dinner’s ready.”

“Thanks, Ce’Nedra,” James said and fled the office.

Sam burst into wicked giggles. Then her stomach rumbled.

“Let’s eat dinner, then we can have some fun,” I told her, giving her thigh a hard squeeze.

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Sam Davies

An hour after dinner, I was in bed with my parents. My friends were downstairs, having their own fun with the anime girls. Those that were out. Most were kept in their pages, sleeping until James called them out. He rotated them, keeping about five around to help around the house and to look hot.

He was such a perv.

It ran in the family.

I squirmed on the bed, rubbing my pregnant stomach. My hands caressed over my belly even though I wouldn’t start showing for at least twelve weeks, and more likely sixteen. That was months away. I couldn’t wait until the entire world knew I was preggers.

Bred by my daddy.

I shuddered as my parents came to bed. They both had a tension about them I’d noticed over dinner. They were looking at each other. Daddy’s shoulders were a little tight. It wasn’t just coming clean about their powers. There was something else.

If it was important, they would tell me. I planned on just easing all their burdens. I would please them, love them, feast on them. They would have such a lovely time with me. I licked my lips as they stripped naked.

I rubbed my pussy, watching Mommy’s breasts come into view. They were large and soft, swaying with her steps. She had such great tits, maintaining a youthful perkiness. I grinned. I bet Daddy edited her to have big boobs, but I was glad he kept mine small and perky.

“Daddy,” I said. “Did you change anything about me?”

“I tweaked you to like wearing skirts,” he said as he pulled off his tie.

“Why wouldn’t I wear skirts?” I asked, blinking. “They’re so cute and fun and flirty. They show off my sexy legs.”

“And I made your bowels a little special. It’s why you don’t need lube for anal.”

“Naughty!” I said, my asshole clenching. “Mmm, then you just have to fuck me up the ass, Daddy.”

“I will,” he said, licking his lips.

“Your daddy has to eat that tight, young pussy out,” purred Mom. “He’s gotten a taste for barely legal cunt since gaining his powers.”

I giggled and spread my thighs. “Whenever you need it, my preggers pussy is ready for you to devour.”

Mom laughed as she crawled onto the bed, her breasts swaying before her, her auburn hair spilling around her face. Her green eyes sparkled as she reached me. She cupped my little breasts. She massaged them as I watched Daddy strip.

His shirt came off. I groaned at how fit he was. A sexy, older man. He had dark hair, with a touch of gray that just made him look so dignified. Then he thrust down his slacks, his cock tenting his boxers. My asshole tingled in anticipation.

Mommy leaned over and engulfed my nipple. I groaned at the incestuous thrill racing through me from her suckling. I groaned, my heart pounding. This wicked delight swept through my body. I groaned, my cunt clenching, my heart pounding in my chest. I licked my lips, so eager for Daddy to join the fun.

“Let’s see that big dick!” I shouted like I was at a college basketball game.

Mommy giggled around my nipple.

Daddy shook his head. Then he shoved down his boxers and growled, “What a little hellion you are.”

“Mmm, I am,” I moaned, my eyes fixated on that big dick bouncing before him. I licked my lips, aching for him to be in me. “I have this naughty, juicy pussy just waiting for you to feast upon. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

Daddy grinned at me while Mommy sucked hard on my nipple. Delight raced down to my pussy. My cunt clenched, a wave of wicked heat rushing out of my flesh. Daddy advanced on the bed. That tension I noticed in him melting away as he mounted it. He had such a look of hunger in his eyes. He wanted to do such naughty, wicked, kinky things to me.

I was so ready for it. I shuddered, my heart thundering in my chest as he mounted the bed. His cock bobbed before him, swaying hard, twitching and throbbing with the beat of his heart. I wanted to swoon. He was such a sexy man.

“Come eat my naughty snatch, Daddy!” I moaned. “I know how much you love the taste of my juicy cootch.”

He licked his chops and I shuddered. Yeah, he loved the taste. He was such a pussy-licking fiend. Just going to town on my naughty twat. My heart beat faster and faster as his cock swayed before him. It throbbed and pulsed with his heartbeat.

I shuddered, my breath quickening. He climbed onto the bed. His hands grabbed my thighs, so strong. A shiver ran up me. I groaned, my hand spasming, twitching, brushing Mom’s heavy breast. I grabbed her tit, squeezing it as Daddy’s touch slid higher and higher up my flesh towards my shaved twat.

I had all my friends eating my pussy today, and I’d tribbed with the sexy Zelda. My twat had enjoyed so much delight, but this, my daddy eating me, was the best treat of them all. He licked his lips, staring at my pussy.

“Oh, such a naughty mayor,” I moaned. “Taking advantage of your young daughter.”

Mommy giggled around my nipple. The buzzing delight shot down to my pussy.

“I don’t recall twisting your arm, kumquat,” Daddy said, staring up my body at me. “You were quite a willing participant.”

I winked at him. “That’s because I’m such a kinky slut.”

Daddy laughed. “You were having sex with your friends before I ever edited you.”

That was wonderful to hear.

With a growl, he buried his face into my pussy. I gasped at the rough contact of his stubble on my shaved lips. That wonderful feeling of a man eating my twat. My man. My wonderful, amazing Daddy. His tongue lapped through my petals, teasing me, licking up my juices while Mommy played with my tits. She sucked on my nipple and squeezed my small breasts.

My fingers dug into her heavy boobs.

The pleasure rippled through me, stirred to life by Daddy’s tongue. He knew just where to lick and lap to make me squirm and groan. My heart pumped rapture through my veins as I squirmed. My toes curled every time Daddy brushed my clit.

He teased my little bud.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned. So lucky to have my parents. They were amazing. My head tossed back and forth as Daddy thrust his tongue into my deflowered depths.

Into my pregnant pussy.

I carried his baby. The incestuous joining of our flesh. It was so wonderfully wrong. He was my father. I treasured the feel of his tongue darting through my folds. Licking. Lapping. He teased me. He drove me wild. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest as he licked and lapped at me. This pleasure surged through me. I squirmed on the bed, my heart pumping wild delight through my veins.

My head tossed back and forth. My thighs squeezed about his face. I groaned, humping against him. The bliss rippled through my veins. I groaned, my heart beating faster and faster. My eyes fluttered as the delight surged through me.

It was such an incredible passion he shared with me. My daddy loved my pussy while my mommy loved my nipple.

“Oh, yes, yes!” I gasped, my orgasm building and building. “Oh, Daddy. Yes, yes, get that tongue in me. Lick out all the juices. Ooh, just like that. Work that tongue into me. Right there! Yes, yes, right there!”

Mom sucked harder on my nub. She nursed on it while Daddy pumped his tongue in and out of my pussy. He thrust it fast and hard, churning me up. It was such a wicked delight to experience. I groaned, my heart pumping the bliss through my body.

My orgasm swelled and swelled. I came closer and closer to exploding. To that wonderful moment of rapture. My eyes squeezed shut. My body bucked. The bliss swelled and swelled. I gasped, squirming on the bed.

“Daddy! Mommy!”

“Mmm, make our little girl cum,” Mommy groaned, her lips slipping off my nipple. She flicked my nub with her tongue, her fingers pinching the other. She twisted it, making my back arch.

“Yes, yes, do that, Daddy!” I gasped. “Mommy always has the best ideas.”

Daddy chuckled then he sucked on my clit.

My eyes widened. My pussy clenched, aching to be filled. I squirmed on the bed, the sheets rubbing into my back and rump. The pleasure built and built in me. I came closer and closer to exploding in rapture. I groaned, loving every moment of it. My eyes squeezed shut, the stars dancing across the darkness.

Mom sucked hard on my nipple. She pinched the other.

Delight shot down to my pussy. To my clit throbbing in Daddy’s hot lips.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled as my orgasm exploded through me.

I bucked on the bed, the pleasure rushing through my body. That wonderful delight surged and pulsed through me. Stars exploded across my vision. My head tossed back and forth. I groaned, squeezing my thighs around Daddy’s head, gripping him as the bliss raged through me. It was such an amazing treat. A wonderful experience to enjoy.

Mommy sucked hard on my nipple as Daddy lapped up my cream. I smelled my hot cunt, that tart musk mixed with a spicy hue. Mommy’s naughty twat. I shuddered, squeezing her tits as my body rippled through such amazing bliss.

“You both area amazing!” I howled. “I want to eat your pussy, Mommy, while Daddy fucks me up the ass!”

“Mmm, what a delicious treat you are,” Mommy purred.

My mom kissed me hard on the mouth. She pinched my nipple while her tongue thrust past my lips. I loved it. I groaned as I trembled, our tongues dueling. Daddy lapped at my snatch, my orgasm hitting that wonderful plateau of rapture.

Then it died into buzzing bliss, my asshole tingling.

“I need to be fucked in the butt!” I declared after breaking the kiss with Mommy.

She laughed. “Mmm, Steve, honey, how can you say no to that?”

Daddy lifted his face, my cream staining his lips and chin, and said, “I can’t.”

“I know, you just spoil me!” I declared.

I sat up and then pushed Mommy onto her back. I grinned at her, lush and beautiful. I hoped to be as hot as her when I was her age, though my tits better not get that big. I liked my small boobies. So did Daddy. He had enough big-titty women in his life since Becky had inherited our mother’s bust.

Squeezing Mom’s breasts, I squirmed down her body to kneel between her spread thighs. I played with her titties as I stared down at the dark-red hair soaked by her excitement. Her spicy musk filled my nose, my mouth watering in delight.

“Sam!” Mom groaned as I buried my face into her pussy. I nuzzled into her hot flesh, licking and lapping. I caressed her. Teased her. I enjoyed every moment of nuzzling into her body. It was the best thing in the world.

I savored every bit of it.

My tongue licked and lapped through her folds. I tongued her, ate her, devoured every bit of her pussy. I fluttered against her with such feverish excitement, eager for Daddy to fuck my asshole. I loved anal. And since I was bred, Daddy could enjoy sodomizing me as much as I wanted.

Once I gave birth, though, he’d have to breed me again. I just wanted to have all my daddy’s babies. “Daddy,” I purred, an idea popping it my head. “Can you edit me again?”

“Sure,” he said, moving behind me. “What do you want?”

“To always have my sexy, petite build no matter how many babies I have with you. I don’t want any stretch marks or for my tits to get all saggy. I want to be your sexy tomboy forever!”

“Damn,” he groaned. “Deal.”

I shuddered as his cock nudged between the cheeks of my ass. He rubbed against them, making me tremble and shudder. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest as he slid his cock up to my sphincter. He nuzzled against me, making me ache and throb. I groaned, trembling, my fingers digging into Mommy’s breasts as I waited for that wonderful moment of penetration.

Daddy rammed his cock into me.

My asshole surrendered with ease. I groaned as he spread me open. His cock thrust into my depths. He filled me up. It was such an incredible treat to feel his cock sliding with ease into my asshole. No lube necessary. Velvety delight surged through me.

“Yes!” I groaned as my daddy sodomized me.

I plunged my tongue into Mommy’s pussy. I swirled around in the hole that had birthed me. I savored the spicy flavor soaking my tongue. My bowels clenched around Daddy’s cock as he drew back, the velvety friction heating up my pussy.

Daddy’s hands stroked my body as he rammed back into me. His hands roamed up and down my sides and caressed over my back as he reamed my asshole. He buried his dick into me again and again. He pounded my naughty bowels with all his passion.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned into Mommy’s cunt.

“Mmm, sodomize our little girl,” moaned Mommy, her body shifting, her pussy clenching around me. Her silky pubic hairs rubbed into my cheeks and chin, tickling me as I ate her. “She’s got her tongue so deep into my twat.

“She loves making you cum,” Daddy groaned.

“Especially with your dick up my asshole!” I moaned, my bowels squeezing around his cock. “Ooh, yes, yes, ram that cock into me, Daddy! Fuck me hard!”

He pounded me with powerful strokes. His cock filled me again and again. He thrust hard into me. I shuddered, my heart thundering in my chest. This wicked passion filled me over and over as he reamed me.

My eyes squeezed shut as my hands massaged Mommy’s boobs. I squeezed and kneaded them, my tongue fucking in and out of her pussy. I matched Daddy’s rhythm, my bowels clenching on his dick. The velvety friction built and built my orgasm.

He grunted and groaned as he thrust into me. He used my asshole while I pleased Mommy. Both my parents panted and moaned. They used me for their incestuous pleasure. And I loved it. I was so glad to be in their bed.

To be with them.

My nose rubbed into Mom’s clit. Her boobs jiggled in my hand as she squirmed. Daddy’s big cock reamed into my asshole hard. His heavy balls smacked into my taint. The powerful thrusts sent heat to my pussy, melting my cunt. Juices dribbled down my thighs.

Mommy’s cream coated my face. I wiggled my tongue through her, my fingers sliding up her breasts. I found both her nipples. I grabbed those fat nubs and twisted them. Her thighs tightened about my face as he cried out in rapture.

“Yes, yes, yes, Sam!” she moaned. “You’re such a teasing daughter. Ooh, keep doing that. I’m going to cum on your face.”

“Make your mother cum, Sam!” Daddy growled as he buried into me.

My bowels squeezed around his cock. “Yes, Daddy!”

His wonderful hands slid around my body. He found my little breasts. He cupped them. Massaged them. He made me tremble. I groaned, my eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure surged through me. My cunt squeezed around him, tightening on his thrusting cock. The pleasure swelled in me. This mighty delight that would explode from my pussy.

I couldn’t wait for that moment. For that delight. My heart pounded in my chest, pumping hot blood through my veins. I sucked on Mommy’s clit, her juices soaking my chin. She shuddered, humping against me while Daddy massaged my nipples. I twisted hers.

“Damn!” Daddy grunted, burying into me over and over. “Oh, damn, that’s good. Oh, yes, yes.”

The pleasure swelled and swelled. His cock brought me closer and closer to cumming. His fingers twisted my nipples now. Delight sparked down to my pussy. My cunt clenched, envying my asshole. Juices trickled over my hot flesh, teasing my clit.

Then mom bucked. Her tits jiggled in my hands. Her spicy cream gushed out of her, bathing my face. Her passion cried out through the room. Daddy groaned as he hammered my asshole. I lapped up her juices, delight racing through me.

“Oh, our baby girl made me cum!” moaned Mommy. “Yes, yes, Steve! She’s given me so much.”

“She’s amazing!” Daddy growled and slammed deep into my bowels.

The friction melted out of my asshole and reached that growing pressure. It was the last sensation I needed. My orgasm exploded through me. My bowels writhed around his incestuous shaft. He filled me to the hilt with his cock as he buried over and over into me. His balls smacked into my taint.

“Cum in me!” I moaned. “Give me your jizz, Daddy!”

“Yes!” he growled and buried into me. His cock rammed to the hilt in my body. His cum fired into my bowels. It was incredible. I savored those hot jets of incestuous jizz flooding my body. “Sam!”

“Daddy!”

“My baby girl!”

Rapture slammed through my body as we all gasped and moaned. The three of us shared our taboo love. My asshole milked Daddy’s cock while the ecstasy blazed through my mind. I squeezed Mommy’s tits and moaned into her pussy. I rubbed my face into her silky bush and hot twat. Her cream bathed me, coated me. Her spicy fragrance filled my nose.

My Daddy caused this all to happen with his amazing powers. He controlled reality itself. It was awesome.

“I love you both so much!” I howled as Daddy dumped the last of his cum into my asshole.

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Linda Davies

Sandalphon…

That name echoed against my mind. My husband had all this power, would finally make things amazing, and then this new angel showed up to stop him. I thought Steve had the right to do anything. To edit the world, and now there was a rule. It wasn’t fair. The app let him edit Anael and Jophiel into loving him and serving him.

How could that be wrong?

Unless this was another game. The Most High seemed to like to watch us squirm like we were only entertainment to him. What if Sandalphon was merely the next opponent? If we could figure out how to neutralize him…

If we could uncover his secret name…

I shuddered, just imagining how controlling an angel as powerful as Sandalphon would change the app. How much could my husband edit then? How much power would he have? I shuddered as I snuggled up beside him, Sam on the other side of my husband, sleeping like an angel herself.

If Steve had that power, he could rewrite the whole world. I trembled, just imagining it. There had to be a way to find out Sandalphon’s name. It had to be out there, buried in the lore about him. I would do my research.

I would find his name.

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Shining One, O Star of the Morning and Lord of the Heavens, a weakness has appeared in the mortal realm. An opportunity.

Which is, Accuser?

The wife of the Editor. I sense that she can be tempted. I petition to test her. To see what she shall do. I declare that she is full of desire for power. That she shall defy the words of the Most High in furtherance of her selfish wants.

Interesting. Who do you want to be your advocate?

Lilith.

Approved. Let us see the true character of this Mortal, Accuser.

To be continued…

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A naughty mommy-succubus has one wild parent-teacher conference!

Summoning My Succubus Mother

Chapter Five: Mommy-Succubus’s Teacher Conference

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2021

Note: This is based off a one-off story was commissioned by a fan!

“Huh, my mom wants me to wait in a safe place,” I said. She was really freaked out about Mrs. Spartan being a witch.

Just what would witches do to me?

A day ago, I was a normal college student with a single mother that all my friends thought was the hottest MILF. Now, I was the son of a succubus which made me into something called a cambion. Witches wanted to use me, every girl wanted to fuck me, and if I bred them, they became my girlfriend like Abby and Brenda had. Now I had Linda glomming onto me, wanting to fuck me.

“I know a perfect place,” Linda said and dragged me down the hallway, passing girls that all stared at me with such hunger in their eyes.

“Hey, Henry,” Veronica said, her black hair falling in waves around her face. “You looking to hang out after classes? My mom’s home. We could have a threesome.”

“Shit,” I groaned, my dick throbbing while my ass burned from being spanked hard by Mrs. Spartan last period. She wasn’t happy that Izolde and Brenda were blowing me in class.

Busty Molly thrust out her tits. “Mmm, I got a sister. Think she’s a virgin. Come and hang out with me. I’ll eat her out for you. Get her nice and ready for that big dick.”

“Damn,” I groaned, Linda still dragging me down the side of the hallway.

“Ditch that skinny White bitch,” a Black girl I didn’t even know said. She had her hair in braids, her body curvy. “Mmm, I’ll lick your asshole for you. She willing to do that?”

“Yes!” Linda said, her eyes on fire.

“Oh, my, Henry,” Mrs. Smith called. I had her last year for English. “Why don’t you come to my classroom. I could use my pussy eaten out. I know you want me.”

“He’s good,” Linda said.

“Yeah, he doesn’t need your pussy,” Abby said as she appeared out of the crowd and glommed onto my free arm. My first girlfriend’s bright, green eyes sparkled as she rubbed against me. Her red hair spilled about her face. “Mmm, hey, baby.”

“Hey,” I said and then kissed her. She was mine, already pregnant with my child. It happened only an hour ago, but that was enough to bond her to me.

“Oh, I have to share you?” Linda asked, still tugging me along.

“She’s my girlfriend,” I said when Abby broke the kiss. “I mean, I kinda have to let her, right?”

“Yes, you do,” Abby cooed. “So, where are we going?”

“Bathroom,” said Linda. “We have to take him someplace safe. His mom said so or something.”

“Oh, your mom rocks,” Abby moaned. “Mmm, it was so hot nursing from her. I can’t wait to come home with you and spend all night with you and her, the group of us just fucking.”

“And Brenda, I guess,” I said. “She’s my girlfriend, too.”

“Oh, hot,” gasped Abby. “You hear that, Linda? Henry’s got two girls. How hot is that.”

“So hot,” Linda said and then pulled me into the girl’s bathroom.

“Wait, I can’t go in there!” I gasped as Linda pulled me through. I didn’t even really try to stop her. I don’t know why, but I was just so bad at saying no to these girls. It was like I just wanted to do what they wanted. Make them happy.

That was getting me into all sorts of trouble.

The moment we were in there, Linda kissed me. Her tongue thrust into my mouth. I groaned, unable to believe this was happening. But it was. She had her tongue dancing around in my mouth. I groaned, loving the feel of her lips on mine.

“Ooh, this is hot,” Abby said. “Let’s fuck him hard.”

Linda broke the kiss and stepped back. “Oh, yes,” she moaned and peeled off her top. She had a red bra beneath cradling her round breasts. “I want you to pound me so hard, Henry. Fuck me.”

“Here?” I gasped. We were in the open. A girl walked in and gasped at the sight of us. “Not in a stall?”

“Isn’t it hotter where everyone can see us?” Linda asked and reached behind her. She unfastened her bra with deft skill and peeled it off. “God, I am so turned on. Licking your cum out of Brenda’s pussy was just the best.”

“Ooh, I bet it was,” Abby said, hugging me from behind. She slid her hands down my chest to my jeans. At the same time, she humped into my ass already aching from being spanked, reminding me of it. “You have to fuck Linda hard.”

“Okay,” I panted as Abby’s hands reached my crotch and squeezed my cock through my jeans and boxers. I ached so much. “I’ll fuck her hard.”

Linda had such fat nipples. They were thick and yet not long. They thrust up from her breasts. I licked my lips, wanting to suckle on one. Then Linda unsnapped her jeans, her zipper rasping down. Her sandy-blonde hair swayed about her face as she worked off her jeans. Her red panties appeared. Her thumbs hooked those and dragged them off all at the same time.

She had a blonde bush dripping with juices. The sweet scent of her cunt filled my nose. I groaned at the scent. The girls who came into the use of the bathroom were all gasping, seeing this wicked sight unfolding before them.

“Henry’s such a stud!”

“I hear he’s into moms. If you got a hot mom and are willing to do the nasty with her, he’ll do the nasty with both of you.”

“I got a hot mom! I can go down on her if it means getting to fuck that hot guy.”

“I have a hot mom, too,” Abby whispered as she unsnapped my jeans and pulled open my fly. “You want to watch me go down on her?”

“Yes,” I groaned. After enjoying my mommy-succubus, I really wanted to see that. I wanted to witness other girls getting it on with their moms.

“We’ll see what I can do,” Abby said and fished my cock out of my pocket. She stroked me as Linda worked her jeans and panties off, pulling her flats off in the process. She wore just a pair of frilly ankle socks. She hopped onto the sink and spread her legs wide. Her pussy lips peeked through her trimmed curls.

“Mmm, come fuck me,” she said, sliding her fingers through her bush to rub at her pussy lips. She thrust them into her cunt. “Just come thrust your dick right in here.”

“Ooh, do it,” Abby moaned. “I want to eat a creampie.”

“But where’s your diaphragm?” I asked. “Is it in your purse? Pop it in.”

“Oh, it’s at home,” said Linda. “I don’t bring it here with me.”

Abby pushed me forward while Linda snagged my cock and tugged me even closer. I stumbled between her legs, my cock rushing right towards her pussy. If I bred her, she would be another girl that was addicted to me for the rest of her life.

“Wait, wait, I thought you had birth control!” I gasped as she pressed my cock into her pussy.

“I do,” she cooed. “At home. Mmm, now just slide into me and fuck me hard. Cum in me. Abby wants to lick me clean.”

She pushed me into her cunt. Her hot pussy lips spread over my dick. I sank into her an inch. It was so wonderful to do. Then I remembered that my dick was still dirty from Brenda’s asshole. I had to stop this. I had to avoid cumming in her cunt.

“No, no, my dick was in Brenda’s butt,” I gasped. “It’s dirty. I can’t just fuck you.”

“Sure you can,” Linda moaned and wrapped her legs around my thighs. She pulled me into her cunt. “Let my pussy buff your dick clean of her asshole.”

“That’s hot,” Abby moaned. “Ass to pussy. Mmm, do it.” She pushed on my ass and shoved me the rest of the way into Linda’s tight and juicy cunt. “Buff that dick clean!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” groaned Linda. “Let my pussy clean your dick and then cum in me.”

“What if I get you pregnant?” I panted, her pussy feeling so amazing about me.

Abby hopped up on the counter beside Linda. The redhead slides her arm around Linda, saying, “God, wouldn’t it be hot if he bred you?”

“So hot,” moaned Linda and kissed Abby.

Their lips melted together. The blonde and the redhead kissing, my dirty dick buried in that hot, tight cunt. A fertile pussy. Unprotected. I could breed her. Just flood her and knock her up. She would be my girl then and…

My hips drew back all on their own. Pleasure shot down my cock to my balls. They brimmed with more of my seed. I was potent. I would flood her with so much that I was sure to knock her up. I had to stop this.

I thrust back into her, groaning, “Fuck!”

Linda moaned into Abby’s kiss, their tongues dancing together. I shuddered and pumped away at Linda’s cunt. I fucked the blonde with hard strokes, burying into her cunt over and over again with my dirty dick. Her juicy walls polished my cock.

I was helpless. A slave to these hot girls. If they snapped their fingers, I would obey. I just wanted to please them all. I knew this was wrong, that it was the succubus in me that had awakened after losing my virginity to Mom. It was magic. These girls had no control over themselves.

And yet I had no control, either.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I groaned, pumping away at Linda’s cunt with my filthy cock. Her pussy squeezed about me, polishing my pole. The pleasure swept through me. “Damn.”

“Oh, fuck me like that next, Henry!”

“Is that his name? I’m so wet right now. I’m soaking through my jeans.”

“Right?”

“Mmm, why do I have to be on the pill? I want to be bred?”

“Breed me!”

“I’m a virgin! I’m not on the pill! Breed me!”

“You don’t want a cherry. You want a girl that can fuck, Henry! You want me!”

“My mom’s hot! And she’s a whore! Fucking hate her, but I’ll eat her out for you, Henry!”

Abby broke the kiss into Linda’s mouth and groaned, “Mmm, aren’t you popular, stud.”

“It’s why you’re my girl,” I groaned, pumping away at Linda’s cunt, her pussy clenching down on me.

The redhead smiled. “You are a stud. You claimed me. Ooh, yes, yes, you knocked me up. I’m your baby momma. You know how hot that is.”

“Yes,” I groaned, my dick throbbing.

“I’m going to be your baby mama, too,” Linda moaned, her pussy clinging to my cock as I pumped away at her. “Nineteen-year-old baby mama! So hot!”

“Yes,” I panted, pumping into her hard.

Abby slid her arms around my neck and kissed me now. Her tongue thrust into my mouth as I buried over and over into Linda’s cunt. The pressure at the tip of my dick swelled and swelled. I rose towards that orgasm. The girls were still crowding the bathroom. Classes had already started, but they didn’t care.

They were under my spell.

And I was under Linda’s. The spell of her tight, hot, juicy cunt. She felt so amazing around me. I was too weak to pull out of her. I would make her obsessed with me for the rest of her life. I groaned into Abby’s kiss and plunged deep into Linda’s cunt.

“God, I’m going to cum,” Linda moaned.

My hands grabbed her tits as my tongue played with Abby’s. I kneaded Linda’s round breasts, digging my fingers into them. My tongue danced with Abby’s. I loved the taste of her as I buried into that hot, fertile cunt over and over again.

I knew I would breed her. I could feel that Linda was ovulating. Sense it. She wasn’t the only one. A watching girl was ovulating, too. I could breed her. I groaned and buried into Linda’s cunt. I shuddered as her pussy squeezed about me.

Then her fertile pussy spasmed. Convulsed. Writhed around me.

“Oh, fuck yes, cum in me!” Linda howled as she came on my dick. “Make me into a mother! Yes, yes, yes! Pump your baby-making spunk into me!”

“Breed me!” another girl gasped as I buried into Linda’s cunt, the pressure bursting at the tip of my dick.

I erupted in her as another girl gasped, “Come on, Henry, take my cherry and knock me up!”

Pleasure slammed through my body. I groaned into my kiss with Abby as I pumped spurt after spurt of cum into Linda’s cunt. Her twat rippled and writhed around me. She suckled at me as the pleasure slammed through my body and into my mind.

Stars erupted across my vision.

“Oh, my god, you’re breeding me, Henry!” Linda moaned.

And I was. I pumped spurt after spurt of my sperm into her cunt. I could feel them swimming through her. They were heading for her womb, passing through her cervix into her uterus. As I shuddered, erupting over and over again, I could feel them searching for her egg. They spread through her uterus and found her Fallopian tubes.

And one lucky sperm found her egg and went for it. My sperm weren’t like normal ones. It could take hours for them to work their way through an egg’s cell wall. My sperm did in a heartbeat. I felt the moment of conception.

Pleasure slammed into my mind as I bred Linda.

“I’m yours, Henry!” she moaned, her pussy rippling and writhing around my dick. “I love you so much! Yes, yes, yes!”

I shuddered as I spurted a final blast of cum into her bred pussy. I broke the kiss with Abby and moaned, “Sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” Linda groaned. “I’m your third girlfriend, aren’t I? You bred me.”

“Yes, you did, stud,” Abby said. “God, I want to lick her out. Your harem rules. Now get your cock out of her so I can eat her. You can fuck my pussy as I do it.”

“Yes, dear,” I panted and slid out of Linda, eager to do what Abby wanted.

“Oh, he’s such a good boy,” Linda moaned as I slid out of her. “Mmm, Henry, honey, you’re our good boy, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” I panted, my dick twitching. “I am.”

The doors to the bathroom flew open. The girls crowding the entrance all gasped and then parted out of the way. My succubus mother strode through the gap. Now she was wearing a jean skirt so short that it barely covered anything. The bottom cheeks of her ass had to be peeking out. Her large boobs bounced in the tube top she wore, her nipples hard. Her black hair spilled around her face.

“My son is such a good boy,” she purred. “Right, Master.”

“Yes, Mommy,” I said.

“Your third girlfriend.” A big smile spread on her lips as she sauntered to me. Then she cupped my face. “I’m so proud of you, Henry.”

“Thanks, Mommy,” I said.

“And you’re okay.” I could feel something tingling around me. “She didn’t hurt you? This witch?”

“Mrs. Spartan,” I said. “And I’m fine. She just used my cum to make two girls into her lesbian lovers.”

“You’re hurt!” She released my hands and spun me around. She shoved my boxers down and gazed at my ass. “She spanked you!” Anger burned in her voice. “She spanked my good boy? How dare that bitch do that! Come with me. We’re going to teach this cunt a lesson.”

I pulled up my boxers and pants, fastening them as she marched forward. Linda and Abby scurried after me, Linda just holding her clothes, my cum leaking out of her pussy. From behind, I could see my mom’s asscheeks peeking out of the bottom of her skirt like I thought. She had a wicked way to her steps as she walked, her heels clicking.

I swallowed, my heart pounding. The girls were all giving me hot eyes but were intimidated by my mommy-succubus’s presence. She was exuding anger. The air positively rippled about her as she strode out on her heeled cowgirl boots.

She marched down the hallway, seeming to know where to go. The hallways were empty. Abby fell in on my right side and Linda on my left, her round breasts jiggling. Those nipples were hard and thrusting out.

“Wow, your mom is intense,” whispered Linda. “Does she approve of me being her daughter-in-law? I couldn’t tell?”

“Yes, I approve,” purred my mommy-succubus. “My Master deserves to have all the women he wants. Just so long as he remembers he owns me, and I have needs that come first.” She looked over her shoulder at me. “Right, Master.”

“Yes, Mommy!” I gasped. I was the master, and yet she still ruled my life. My dick throbbed in my pants.

I was a submissive. I might have the power to make any girl into my slut, but they would still rule my life. The women in my harem, my mommy-succubus, even complete strangers would get me to do things, and I would love it.

“This her classroom?” Mommy asked when she reached the door.

“Yes,” I panted.

“Spank my son! Only I discipline my little boy!” She grabbed the doorknob and ripped it open. As she marched into the classroom, her clothes melted from her like shadows. Leathery wings thrust from her back and spread wide. Her demonic tail thrust out from over her rump, thin and swishing, ending at that spade-like paddle. Horns peeked out of her black hair. A black whip spilled from my mother’s hand, the shadowy leather cord spilling on the floor. “You fucking bitch!”

Mrs. Spartan was in the midst of getting her cunt eaten out by Dominique. The Black girl was on her knees, feasting with noisy passion on the naked history professor’s cunt. Izolde, the first girl Mrs. Spartan had claimed, squeaked in fright and nearly fell off the desk that she had been sitting on and masturbating to the lesbian sight.

The history professor had a fit body, her breasts large and quivering. She still had her black hair in a bun. She shoved Dominique, the Black girl falling on her back, her breasts jiggling, her lips smeared with cunt cream.

“How dare you—” my mommy-succubus started to shout as Mrs. Spartan slid off her desk and raised her arms in a strange motion.

A golden bow flashed into appearance in her right hand, her left drawing back the string where a golden arrow now appeared. In a smooth motion, she pulled and released. In two seconds, she had done it and now an arrow hurtled at my mother.

Her whip flicked up. My mommy-succubus caught it and flicked her wrist, throwing the golden dart back at Mrs. Spartan. My teacher stepped to the side, the arrow flashing past her as she drew back her bow again to fire at my mother.

“Shit!” I gasped and pulled Abby and Linda to the ground, struggling to cover the two frightened girls with my body. An arrow soared over our heads and buried into the wall.

Wings flapped. Whip snapped. Arrows hissed from the bow as Mrs. Spartan retreated before my mother. I watched in awe as they moved so fast, their forms blurring from their speed. Dominique and Izolde grabbed each other, hugging tight.

Then my mommy-succubus had closed on Mrs. Spartan. The bow blurred into a golden sword that plunged at my mommy-succubus’s guts. Her right wing flapped hard, spinning her body to the side in a blur of motion. She grabbed the hand, twisted.

The sword flew from Mrs. Spartan’s grip. I had no idea what was going on here. Then my mommy-succubus flipped Mrs. Spartan over. The succubus’s tail grabbed the teacher’s left wrist, gripping it before my mommy dropped to her knees and planted her pussy on Mrs. Spartan’s mouth.

“Fuck her lesbians, Master!” Mommy shouted. She threw a glance over her shoulder at me, her long tongue flicking over her lips. Her breasts heaved, both nipples pierced by black rings. “Go back and forth between them. Do it now!”

“Yes, Mommy!” I gasped and obeyed, scrambling off my two girlfriends.

I rushed into the room to where purple-haired Izolde clutched to Dominique, ivory and ebony bodies pressed tight. I grabbed them and pushed them towards the professor’s desk. They gasped and fell on it, Izolde on top of Dominique, their shaved pussies close together, both dripping with their cream. A mix of aromas filled my nose.

My cock was so hard. My mommy-succubus was smothering Mrs. Spartan in pussy. I didn’t get what the hell was going on, but I was unzipping my pants as Izolde and Dominique clung together, clearly shaken up by what had happened.

I fumbled to unsnap my jeans and then Abby and Linda were on the other side of me. They attacked my fly, undoing the fastener and the zipper. It rasped down. They grabbed my cock, still wet with Linda’s pussy cream, and brought me to Dominique’s pussy.

“Fuck her hard, baby,” Abby moaned.

“Yes, yes, dear, fuck their pussies,” Linda groaned. “Your mom’s a fucking demon.”

“Succubus,” I groaned as the pink tip of my dick rubbed against Dominique’s dark, outer folds. Her inner depths gleamed, the same hue as my dick. “She’s a succubus.”

“Hot!” Abby moaned and squeezed my burning ass. “Fuck those lezzie bitches!”

I thrust my dick into Dominique’s pussy.

As I did, Linda hopped on the table and spread her legs. Abby darted around me and then fell to her knees. She buried her face into Linda’s blonde bush matted with cum. She went to town on her, licking and lapping with passion. With hunger.

I had my cock in Dominique, the brainwashed lesbian. She was as under a spell the same as Abby and Linda. Izolde, too. Dominique gasped, her pussy clenching down on my cock. She moaned as I drew back, her twat feeling amazing.

“Damn,” I groaned. She was my first Black girl, but she felt just as tight and wonderful and juicy as the White ones. What did her skin color matter when her cunt felt amazing. All cunts were amazing.

I pumped away at her, my crotch smacking into Izolde’s butt-cheeks. Her flesh rippled and jiggled. I loved the sight as I plowed into Dominique. I plunged away deep and hard. I fucked with passion, loving every moment of this.

Hot pussy cluing around my cock as I thrust away. It was a wonderful delight. I groaned, pumping away with hard strokes into a juicy cunt. Izolde was squirming now. She was kissing Dominique. In the background, my mommy-succubus moaned and groaned.

“Fuck them both, Master,” she ordered. “Go back and forth. You have to cum in them both.”

“Yes, Mommy,” I groaned.

“Ooh, I love that your a mama’s boy,” Linda purred as I ripped my cock out of Dominique’s cunt. My dick emerged gleaming with streaks of frothy white. I had churned her up. “Fuck Izolde.”

SMACK!

Izolde’s butt-cheek rippled.

I rammed into the purple-haired girl’s cunt. She had been all over me until she had eaten out Mrs. Spartan’s cunt. The married woman had made her into a lesbian and conjured a bow out of thin air. This was insane.

But it was hard to care when I had pussy to fuck. Tight, hot, young pussy. I could tell I wouldn’t breed Izolde or Dominique. They were on birth control. I would just flood them with my cambion cum. Pump them full of spunk.

The same spunk that Abby ate with such enthusiasm out of Linda’s cunt. She just feasted on that snatch with hunger. I loved it. I drove my cock to the hilt in Izolde’s twat while Abby devoured Linda’s cunt.

But I had to switch which girl I was fucking. Go back and forth.

I ripped my cock out of Izolde’s pussy and shifted to Dominique’s. I thrust into her twat.

“Oh, fuck yes,” moaned Dominique. “Got that White boy’s dick in me.”

“It’s nice,” Izolde moaned.

“Henry’s cock is fucking awesome and you’re lucky to get to enjoy our man’s dick!” Linda hissed.

SMACK!

Her hand cracked down on Izolde’s rump again, leaving a bright, red handprint.

“Yeah!” moaned Abby. “He’s our man. We own his cock. We’re his harem-wives. Us and Brenda.”

“And I own his dick, too,” moaned my mommy-succubus. “Right, Master?”

“Yes, Mommy!” I groaned, pumping away at Dominique’s cunt, so eager to obey my sexy mother.

Why fight it? It was so hot having these sexy women I had bred and my mommy-succubus tell me what to do. They all wanted to do kinky, naughty things with me. Ass to pussy had been so hot, and now I was fucking two sluts. Just going back and forth between their cunts.

I would be a fool not to obey my women.

I ripped out of Dominique’s cunt and then slammed into Izolde’s twat. I plunged into her juicy depths. She moaned as I slammed to the hilt in her. She squeezed her snatch down around me. It felt amazing. I loved it. My cock throbbed in her pussy, the ache building and building at the tip of my dick.

I plunged to the hilt in her and then pulled back. Her hot flesh clung to me. She felt incredible about my dick. She held me tight as I thrust away at her. I buried into her again and again. I fucked her with passion. I buried to the hilt in her cunt again and again.

She felt so wonderful. So magnificent. I groaned as I plowed into her. I buried to the hilt in her snatch with everything that I had. She groaned, her pussy clenching down on me. She held me tight with such passion.

“Yes, yes, yes, I love this dick!” Izolde moaned.

“Me, too,” Dominique groaned. “Fuck me next!”

I ripped out of Izolde and thrust my cock into Dominique’s tight pussy. She moaned, her twat clenched down on me. “Yes!” I groaned. “Oh, god, that’s good.”

“Mmm, you don’t like that,” cooed my mommy-succubus to Mrs. Spartan. “You don’t like that at all. Your two little budding neophytes are savoring that cock burying into them. Think you can use my son’s cum for your purposes? Those two sluts are remembering why they love dicks!”

“Love them!” Linda moaned, trembling beside me. “Love yours, honey.”

I smiled at her as I fucked Dominique. Linda held Abby’s head as the redhead devoured that creampie. Linda’s round breasts, topped by those pink nipples, quivered as I thrust away at the tight cunt squeezing about my cock. It was a thrill to plow into this pussy. A wonderful delight. I groaned, thrusting away hard and fast.

Then I was going back to Izolde’s pussy. I thrust into her twat over and over again. She moaned, her pussy gripping me. My balls smacked into their pussies as I buried into Izolde’s cunt. I must be smacking their clits.

I ripped out and plunged into Dominique’s cunt.

I loved it. I loved it so much.

I groaned, thrusting into the Black girl. She held me tight. She squeezed about me in such a wonderful way. It was amazing to feel her cunt gripping me. But I had to fuck Izolde, too. I pulled out of Dominique and plunged into the other cunt.

Back and forth I went, the history classroom filling with the sounds of moans and gasps. Of women groaning with ecstasy. The pleasure swelled in my nuts. I was swelling and swelling towards that moment of erupting.

I had to cum in both sluts.

“Oh, Abby, yes, yes,” moaned Linda. Her round breasts jiggled. “You’re going to make me cum.”

“Yep,” Abby moaned. “God, you taste good. That pregnant pussy. Our man bred us.”

“Our good, little hubby,” purred Linda, smiling at me. “Ooh, that’s it. Just like that, Abby. Yes!”

She trembled through her orgasm, her tits heaving, while I fucked from Izolde’s cunt to Dominique’s. I thrust away at the Black girl, my nuts tightening. Going back and forth cooled me off for a moment. But just a moment. I was almost there. Almost ready to erupt in them.

“Mmm, my son is going to flood those whores with his spunk and set them free of your wicked work,” moaned my mommy-succubus. “No using my son to recruit for you, dyke! But get that tongue in me. Yes!”

I glanced at my mother and saw her shuddering, boobs heaving. Her long tongue shot down. She was licking her own nipples. It was quite the sight to see. I groaned, thrusting to the hilt in Dominique over and over again.

Then I ripped out of her. She gasped, “I was almost there!”

I buried into Izolde. “Yes, yes, yes!”

Her pussy went wild around my cock. I groaned at the feel of the purple-haired girl cumming on my dick. Her flesh suckled at me. I drew back, her hot twat rippling and writhing around my dick. Then I groaned and erupted.

I fired my spunk into her depths. I pumped over and over into her twat. I flooded her again and again. Pleasure slammed through my mind. Stars burst across my vision. I groaned, loving every second of it.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, spurting my cum into that hot and hungry pussy. “Fuck!”

I ripped out of her pussy, which was so hard to do, and splashed cum across their shaved cunts. Then I slammed to the hilt in Dominique’s juicy snatch. The Black girl moaned as I sprayed her twat with my spunk.

“Fuck, yes!” she moaned, her pussy writhing around my cock.

“My son is flooding them with his jizz!” my mommy-succubus moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, yes!”

I glanced back at her. She threw back her head, her hair swaying about her horns. Her body shuddered as she was cumming on Mrs. Spartan’s face. I panted, spurting more and more jizz into Dominique’s cunt. I soaked her and Izolde.

“Oh, fuck, I am glad I love cock again,” Dominique moaned, her pussy milking out the last of my cum.

“Right?” Izolde purred. “God, it would have totally sucked to only eat pussy for the rest of my life.”

I pulled out of Dominique’s pussy and stumbled back, my jeans slipping down around my ankles. I panted as Abby hopped up, grabbed me, and kissed me with her lips covered in sweet pussy cream. I groaned at that, wanting to keep kissing her, but…

I ripped my mouth from hers and glanced at my mommy-succubus. She was rising, her wings fluttering behind her. She turned around, her boobs smacking together. She put her hands on her hips, a big grin on her face.

“Well, there, we undid that little mess-up.” Mom put her booted foot on Mrs. Spartan’s chest. “And you’re not going to mess with my son any longer, right?”

“Right, Mistress,” panted the professor.

“What is going on?” I gasped. “Is she a witch? Why did she have a bow?”

She’s an Amazon.” My mother bent down, her ass thrusting right at me, her pussy dripping. Then she grabbed Mrs. Spartan around the neck. When Mom pulled her hand away, there was a black collar around the teacher’s neck. “Mmm, she’s my pet amazon now, right, Mrs. Spartan?”

“Yes, Mistress,” moaned the professor.

“And you’re married to another amazon?”

The teacher nodded.

“Well, well, that is interesting. You stay there, cunt, I have to attend to my son. He’s had quite the ordeal.” My mommy turned and sauntered to me, her large breasts swaying, her nipples beading with milk. They spilled over the nipple rings and dripped down her cock.”

“She’s an amazon?” I repeated. “Like from Greek mythology.”

“Long line of warrior women,” my mommy said. “Lesbians one and all. They find young dykes and mold them into warriors. She used your cum to take a shortcut. I suppose she had her eye on those two whores over there.” She slid her arms around me. “Now, Master, Mommy’s here to comfort you after that mean professor spanked you when you were just being a good boy and fucking these horny sluts.”

She pulled me down into her breasts. I groaned as her large tits spilled over my face. She held me to them. I groaned as she did that. Then her tail grabbed my cock. The spade-like tip wrapped around my cock and stroked up and down my shaft.

“It’s okay,” she cooed. “Mommy’s here. She’ll always come to your rescue. No one hurts my baby boy and gets away with it.”

“Mom,” I groaned, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. “Don’t say stuff like that in front of my girlfriends.”

“Oh, honey, but you are my baby boy.” She kissed my forehead while holding me to her big tits. Her tail stroked up and down my cock. “Don’t you worry? Mommy’s going to make it all better.”

She pulled me from her tits and kissed me. Her long tongue thrust into my mouth. I groaned as she filled me up with it. Her wings fluttered while the spade tip of her tail kept stroking my dick. I shuddered, my cock throbbing in her. Another orgasm was building.

“You’re such a loving mommy,” Linda said. “I’m so glad to be one of your daughters-in-law.”

“Yeah, me, too,” Abby said. “You’re such a good boy, Henry. Mmm, do whatever your mother says to do.”

I could only groan as I kissed Mom. Then she turned me, breaking the kiss. Her tail kept stroking my cock as she pushed me over the desk. I bent over it, my heart racing. Izolde was turning on Dominique and the pair were now sixty-nining and licking each other’s cunts, just feasting on my cum.

“Oh, she spanked your ass so hard,” my mommy-succubus cooed. “Look at how red it is. You will never let another women do this to you. Only mommy gets to spank you, Master.”

“Yes, Mommy,” I groaned and then gasped as her long tongue licked over my ass.

She bathed my spanked rump with her tongue, licking it and soothing it. I groaned as she did that, the sensation soothing. The lingering ache from my spanking vanished. I groaned as my mother was so tender with me.

My mommy-succubus soothed me with her tender love. I groaned, my dick throbbing in the grip of her tail. She pumped the leather paddle up and down my cock, the pussy juices lubing her stroking delight. I groaned, loving every moment of this.

A smile spread on my lips. This was such a wonderful delight. I groaned, my heart beating fast as I enjoyed her touch. Her tongue was so long, just sliding over an entire butt-cheek with a single stroke, slithering around me with such skill.

“God, our mother-in-law is hot,” moaned Linda.

“Mmm, I know,” Abby purred. “Look at her loving our hubby. Such a good boy.”

“Yes, he is.” Linda giggled. “And you… Mmm, why don’t we copy Izolde and Dominique? I’ve eaten Brenda’s pussy, but not yours.”

“Deal.”

They settled on the other side of me, Abby on top. In moments, I had two sets of girls sixty-nining around me. My cock throbbed in my mother’s grip. This was such wild fun. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest as I enjoyed this. It was so much fun.

My mother pumped up and down my cock faster and faster, her tongue sliding around my ass. Then it dipped into my butt-crack. I gasped as my mommy-succubus slid her long, prehensile tongue down my crevice to find my asshole.

She rimmed me.

I groaned as she stroked my asshole while pumping her tail up and down my cock. I shuddered. This was so hot. The ache was building faster and faster at the tip of my dick. Her leathery tail stroked me faster as she rimmed me.

“Mommy,” I groaned, rising towards my orgasm.

Her naughty tongue swirled around my asshole while her tail slid down my cock. She brushed the sensitive tip. I groaned and erupted so fast.

My cum fired from my dick and splattered the floor. I shuddered through that wonderful delight, cumming hard. The pleasure swept through me. It was intense. Amazing. Stars burst across my vision as I shuddered through the bliss.

“Oh, my fucking god, yes, Mommy!” I moaned, the two sets of girls groaning around me as they ate each other’s cunts. “Mommy!”

My cum fired over and over from my cock. Her tongue bathed my asshole as I erupted over and over again. I groaned, my body trembling on the desk. The pleasure slammed into my mind. I groaned in delight, loving this pleasure surging through me.

Her tail pumped up and down my cock, wringing my dick dry. I shuddered, her tongue sliding out of my butt-crack. My mommy-succubus purred, her wings fluttering as I erupted a final time. I spurted a final blast of cum.

“Well, well, well,” she cooed. “Mommy is so eager to enjoy you. Mmm, you had a wonderful cum, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Mommy,” I groaned, my body buzzing from the delight that had surged through me. “That was wonderful, Mommy.”

She cooed in delight. “Yes, it was. Mmm, you tasted so good, you know that. Just so yummy.”

“I’m glad that I pleased you, Mommy,” I panted.

“Your cock is still hard,” she cooed. “Do you want your mommy to work her cunt up and down your hard dick and make it cum.”

“Yes, Mommy,” I groaned. “Please, please, would you do that for me?”

“Of course, Master. I would do anything for my good, little boy.” She released my cock. “Now roll over.”

“Yes, Mommy,” I groaned and turned over. I sat on my ass. It no longer burned. It wasn’t just the licking that had temporarily soothed it. I felt like I had never been spanked.

The two sets of girls, my girlfriends and the former dykes, were feasting on each other. Mrs. Spartan moaned in the background, watching on. My mommy-succubus flapped her wings and lifted into the air. She landed straddling me, her big boobs in my face.

She cupped my face as she sank her pussy down my cock. I moaned as her hot, incestuous cunt slid over my cock. My mommy-succubus had the best pussy in the world. The other girls were wonderful, but hers…

Hers was special. I came from hers. This was where I belonged. I groaned, so glad to feel her embracing me. She felt just so wonderful about me. I groaned as she sank all the way down on me, rejoicing in her pussy.

“You really think my pussy is the best?” my mommy-succubus asked.

“Yes,” I groaned.

She smiled and then bathed my face. She licked all over my features with her long tongue. I shuddered as she gave me a tongue bath, her pussy clenching about my cock. My dick twitched in her incestuous embrace.

It was so wonderful to be in her. I closed my eyes, savoring her warm, long tongue sliding over my face, just loving me. Then her pussy clenched about my cock. She slid up me. I groaned as she rose higher and higher. Her pussy gripped me in forbidden heaven.

“Mommy!” I groaned.

Her tongue thrust into my mouth as she impaled her cunt down my dick. She swallowed my cock. I shuddered as she took every inch of me. It was intoxicating to have her pussy working up and down my cock while her long tongue swirled through my mouth.

The girls were moaning and cumming around us, but still ate each others’ pussies. They must be under the throes of my mommy-succubus’s presence. Her leather wings flapped as she rode me. She worked her cunt up and down my cock, gripping me.

She slid her tongue out of my mouth and moaned, “That’s it. That’s my good boy. Yes, yes, Mommy loves you so much.”

“I love you, too,” I groaned, my cock throbbing in her embrace. It was wonderful. This was a magnificent delight. “Oh, Mommy, I’m so glad I summoned you.”

“Yes, yes, I didn’t want to have to return to the Lilith Qlipha. “I get to stay with you, Master. My good boy found that book.”

A certain suspicion suddenly popped into my mind. Had my mother wanted me to summon a succubus? Summon her?

My hands grabbed her rump. I squeezed her ass as she worked her cunt up and down my cock. Her wings flapped, stirring the air around us. Her boobs bounced before my face, pierced nipples beading with milk.

I latched on and suckled from my sexy mommy-succubus’s teat. Her milk squirted into my mouth. I gulped it down. I swallowed it over and over, loving the flavor. The creamy delight flooded my mouth and poured down my throat.

“That’s it, Master,” Mommy cooed, working her cunt up and down my cock. She rode me faster, her twat gripping me. “Ooh, yes, yes, my good boy needs his mother’s milk.”

The sixty-nining girls all squealed and came again.

My fingers dug into my mother’s rump as she rode me. She worked her cunt up and down my cock. It felt amazing. I loved it. I savored that hot twat slamming down my dick. Then she slid back up me, her wings flapping.

The taboo delight of being in my mommy’s pussy was nearly indescribable. The ache swelled at the tip of my cock while I gulped down her breast milk. I swallowed every drop she had. I reveled in it. This was the life. I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut and drinking down every wonderful drop of her creamy delight I could.

Her pussy plunged down my dick and then slid back up it. I groaned, loving how she gripped me. She held me tight. Her pussy clung to me with such wonderful passion. She held me tight, massaging me as I gulped down her breast milk.

“That’s it, Henry,” she cooed. “That’s it. Mmm, my big, strong boy is going to make my naughty mommy-pussy spasm all over your big dick. Yes, yes, my good boy has a huge cock.”

“Yeah, he does,” Abby moaned.

“So fucking huge,” Dominique moaned.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I loved it in me!” Linda moaned.

“Yes, yes, so does your mommy.” My mommy-succubus licked my ear with her long tongue, caressing over it.

I shuddered at the wet touch while I drank milk from her pierced nipple. Her pussy slammed down my cock at the same time. My balls drank in the incestuous heat. Her tight twat slid back up my cunt. I groaned, the ache about to burst at the tip of my cock.

She slammed her pussy down my cock again, her hands holding me to her teat. Her tongue kept licking my ear while I swallowed her warm milk. The motherly treat spread heat from my belly that soaked my already hot balls.

“Oh, that’s it, Master!” she moaned and impaled her cunt down my cock. “Yes, yes, yes! I love your dick. My son has the best cock in the world!”

My mommy-succubus came on my dick.

I groaned as her pussy rippled and writhed around my cock. Her hot flesh spasmed and suckled at me. The pleasure of her forbidden flesh convulsing around me shot through me. I groaned and then I erupted.

My cum fired into her pussy. She moaned louder, her wings flapping hard as her twat sucked at my dick. She massaged me with that delicious hole. I groaned and then I fired my cum into her pussy. I pumped spurt after spurt of spunk into her twat.

“Oh, yes, Master!” she moaned, her pussy suckling at me. Rippling around me.

I suckled hard, nursing at her tit while I pumped her cunt full of my spunk. The girls were panting on either side of us, rolling off each other and sitting up while I basted my mother’s twat with everything that I had.

I ripped my mouth off her nipple and moaned, “Mommy!”

“Oh, yes, yes, that’s so wonderful,” she groaned, her pussy suckling at me. “Mmm, Master, yes, yes, you’re such a good boy. You gave your mommy just what she needed.”

I smiled at her. “My cum.”

“Whatever mommy-succubus needs from her good boy.” She rubbed her nose on me. “Mmm, now you take care. I have to go.”

I blinked as she slid off of my body, her wings and horns melting away. The jean skirt and tube top returned. A leash appeared in her hand connected to Mrs. Spartan. My mother shook it and purred, “Come along, slave.”

I blinked as she strode out with my history teacher crawling naked behind her. I panted. My fifth-period class nearly over. I had one more to go. This day had been insane. I had no idea what would be coming next.

To be continued…

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Mia, a young servant in the royal palace, dreams of a submissive relationship with her mistress the princess Liana. She contrives to get herself punished by the object of her desire. This is a story set in an original medieval fantasy world.

Mia shivered as a gust of wintery air washed over her, ruffling her nightgown. The flagstones were cold against her bare feet. She stood, as instructed, in the bare stone corridor that led to the palace dungeons.

She heard the heavy wooden door that had admitted the cold wind slam shut. At the end of the corridor, the Beastkin servant that kept the dungeon records looked up from her ledger and gave Mia a sympathetic glance. Approaching footsteps echoed and the girl returned to her work.

Mia turned her head to watch the stairs, though she knew who was approaching. It was well known, and a source of some scandal, that princess Liana disciplined her servants personally. Sure enough the princess came into view, stepping down the stairs with her usual leisurely pace. She was flanked, as always, by her bodyguard Anya and her beastkin attendant Lucy. Princess Liana was not tall, and her frame was slight, but there was an imposing manner to her that could cow even the hulking menfolk of her mother’s icey homeland. Mia’s heart fluttered, as it always did, at the sight of the pale, beautiful, princess with her striking red hair.

The trio approached Mia and stopped. Silence followed. Mia felt her heart beating fast as Liana turned and slowly looked her up and down, a slight smile on her perfect face.

Mia had loved Liana from the first time she had seen her. The princess was ever the source of gossip among the place staff. It was whispered that she had no eyes for the many princes and lords who coveted her hand, and Liana for her part was happy enough to confirm the rumours, laughing at the scandalised talk. Other whispers spoke of the enjoyment she took from punishing her servants, though it was also said that she was a fair, even a kind, mistress. Certainly she was never so cruel as the palace overseer. For many the most damning of the rumors was her fair treatment of the subservient and oft despised beastkin. The gossip was as sweet music to Mia, even the parts that her fellow servants thought sinister. She was glad to hear that one so powerful could share her fondness for her own gender, and the thought of punishment at the lithe princess’ hands touched upon her deepest fantasies. She had been assigned to Lianas staff a few months ago, cleaning her chambers and washing her clothes.

Since then she had often asked her fellow maids about the rumors, and heard accounts of Lianas discipline. Mia was a diligent and well behaved servant, never requiring correction, but the tales of her less perfect fellows entered her dreams. She thought longingly of of Liana, thought of bending down to receive punishment at her hands.

It had taken weeks to build up the courage to knock the vase to the floor. She might never have found that courage had she not heard the princess remark on the ugliness of the thing and lament that her father would be offended to see it, a gift from a powerful ally, removed. She had admitted her apparent careless mistake to Liana’s attendant Lucy. It was the same Lucy who broke the moment of silence in the cold stone corridor.

“This is Mia M’lady.”

Mia, lost for a moment in recollections, started at the sound of the attendant voice. Liana chuckled, and then assumed a serious expression as she spoke. “That vase was worth more than you will earn in several years.” The princesses tone was severe, but there seemed to be no real anger in it as she continued. “I cannot have my maids destroying such treasures and so you will be taught a lesson.”

Mia did her best to look ashamed as Liana scolded her. “It was a hideous vase, but my father valued it. You should count yourself lucky I am dealing with this Mia, the king would have you flogged and branded as a common vandal for such a thing were he to hear you went unpunished.” The princess paused, and looked Mia over once again “It would be a shame to see scars on such a pretty one as you.”

Mia had begun to shake as the reality of the risk she had taken sunk in, it was true that the king was wrathful, and there was nothing appealing in the ministrations of the overseers whip and iron. Lianas last comment cleared these thoughts from her head though, replacing them with a fuzzy warmth at the compliment. She had to stop herself from grinning.

The bodyguard, Anya, ordered Mia to follow, and she was led down the corridor, past the servant girl at her desk. After descending another flight of smooth stone stairs they stopped. The attendant, Lucy, stepped up to the wall where she pressed upon a small stone. With a shimmer of magic a section of wall transformed into a door of iron, engraved with runes. Liana stepped forward and opened the door. Mia was momentarily too amazed to move, for magic was no common sight even in the palace. The other maids had not told her about this miraculous door. Lucy guided her through with a firm hand. Beyond was darkness, it seemed the light did not pass through the opening. Mia heard the door close behind her, then someone clicked their fingers and light filled the chamber.

Mia gasped. The room was of the same bare stone as the corridor, but around the walls were engraved runes. Chains ending in shackles hung from each wall, and from a bar that crossed the ceiling. In the centre of the room was a wooden table, with leather cuffs mounted upon it.

“You are impressed by my new room?” asked Liana “It was once used to imprison mages, but it was forgotten. Lucy sniffed it out and I had it refitted.” Mia turned to look at the princess, who stood next to a rack on the wall behind her, from which hung an array of leather straps, wooden paddles, canes and other things Mia could not name. “Well, are you impressed?”

Mia struggled for an answer, she was impressed. She felt like her fantasies had come to life and faced with the reality she was dumbstruck, terrified that she would not react as a maid awaiting punishment should. After a moment of head spinning confusion she managed to mumble breathlessly “Yes ma’am”. A curious look crossed Lianas face, and Mia was afraid she had caught on that she was not properly intimidated by the prospect of her punishment, but Liana assumed her serious expression once again.

“What you broke was of great value, and were I not merciful you would be screaming under the overseers lash. Though you will be spared that, I will see that you are properly punished. Now, remove your gown.” Mia felt her cheeks burn as the Princess ordered her to undress. He heart pounded as she reached down, gripped her nightgown and lifted it off over her head. She stood now in her cotton undergarments, suddenly awkward and unsure what to do with the gown. Lucy stepped forward and took it from her. Liana gave Mia another long look then reached up, unclasped her cloak and handed it to Lucy, who had placed the gown on top of a small cupboard and now stood beside her mistress. The bodyguard, Anya, had remained outside. Beneath the cloak Liana wore a fine white button up blouse. She reached up and undid the top button. Mia, head spinning at the sight, wondered if she might faint and her cheeks burned with new heat. Seeing her blush Liana gave Mia another curious glance.

“Turn around and bend over the table” Ordered the princess with, Mia thought, a hint of amusement in her voice. Mia complied, tearing her eyes reluctantly away from the sight of Liana, who was now undoing the buttons at her cuffs. As she stepped towards the table, heart pounding, Lucy approached. The attendant placed a warm, but firm, hand on Mia’s back and pushed her down so her breasts pressed against the wood, cool through her cotton bra. “Place your arms out in front of you” Instructed the feline girl. Mia did as she was told and Lucy, gently pulling one arm then the other into position, placed a leather cuff around each of her wrists. She then adjusted the straps so that Mia’s arms where held in place, extended infront of her. Lucy stepped back then, and walked around out of Mia’s now limited field of view. “Spread your legs apart” ordered the attendant. Mia blushed anew as she complied. Once again she felt Lucy’s warm hand, now upon her calf, gently guiding her leg into the desired position, where she secured it with a leather cuff at the ankle. The other leg followed. There was a long silence. Mia thought that her breathing must be very loud, and her heart still pounded in her chest. She couldn’t quite believe that she was really here. She knew she should be afraid, and perhaps she was a little, but mostly she felt a giddy anticipation. This was a fantasy come to life. Though she was diligent in her work, she had been disciplined in the past, and even then, at the hands of masters for whom she had no fondness she had found pleasure in the experience. She felt a warmth between her legs as she lay there, chest against the cold wood in that chilly stone chamber.

Liana broke the silence. “Tell me why you are to be punished Mia.” As Liana spoke she paced around into Mia’s view. She had rolled up the sleeves of her blouse, and the top two buttons were now undone, revealing the smooth skin of her chest. She had also let down her hair, which flowed over her shoulders, deep red against the white blouse. Mia gazed up at her. “Tell me why you are to be punished” repeated the princess, assuming a serious expression once more.

“Because I broke your vase.” Mia replied.

“Yes” answered Liana “You were clumsy and broke the vase. Do you know how you will be punished Mia?”. Mia had a very clear idea but, wanting to seem apprehensive, she answered “No Ma’am.”

Liana laughed. “I think you must have some idea Mia, take a guess.”

“I will be spanked” Mia replied, cheeks burning at her use of the word, which seemed childish as she spoke it.

“Yes you will Mia, you are correct.” Liana took a step forward and crouched down so her eyes were level with her maid’s. “First I will spank you with my hand, and then we shall move on to some implements. As I told you the vase was very valuable, and my father will be angry at its loss. Your punishment will be painful, but be glad you shall keep the skin of your back. My father would no be so merciful.” As the princess spoke Mia tried very hard to play the part of the frightened maid, and she did feel some fear at the reference to the flogging she might have received. Liana stood once more and paced around out of Mia’s view. After a moment Mia felt her rest her hand on the small of her back and she shuddered under the warm touch.

“Are you ready for your punishment Mia?” Asked Liana, in a soft voice. Her hand gently rubbing the girls back.

Mia paused for a moment, heart beating like a drum, enjoying the touch she had so often dreamed of. “Yes Ma’am” She replied.

The first slap was not hard, but the Mia jumped with surprise and let out a gasp. The second was firmer, finding the other cheek of Mia’s raised bottom. She wanted to moan as the sting dissipated into warmth, but she held back, afraid to show her pleasure. Another slap followed, sharp sting then warmth. The fourth was harder and began a rhythm of slaps, one cheek then the other. The sound of the the blows rang in Mia’s ears as she wriggled under them. The sting of each blow adding to the growing heat in her rear. She fought to stay silent biting back moans of pleasure and cries of pain alike.

The rhythm broke and Mia felt herself flop against the table. A sudden slap, harder than before caught her by surprise and broke her silence, her gasp seemed very loud to her. Then the rhythm began once more, and once again she wriggled under the blows. The pain was sharper now, and the warmth growing into a delightful burn. It was hard to be silent, but she fought back her gasps. The rhythm continued. Mia thought that she would soon lose her control, allow herself to cry out at as the pain of the slaps and the lingering heat increased, but then the rhythm broke once again and she flopped against the table. She denied herself the contented smile that would have spread across her face. Her breathing was heavy as she lay there, and warmth between her legs joined the pleasurable burning in her bottom.

“You are very stoic Mia.” Lianas voice was slightly breathless. “We will have to remove these undergarments.”

Mia’s mind suddenly raced. Liana liked women, was a woman, she would recognise Mia’s arousal. This thought, and the thought that beautiful Liana was about to remove her undergarments brought the blush back to her cheeks. She felt delicate fingers undo the knot on one side of her cotton pants. She felt the thin cloth fall away from her and blushed all the harder at her exposure. The second knot was undone and Leah heard Lucy’s footsteps as she came forward and took the cotton garment from her mistress. Liana laughed gently, then Mia felt her warm hand once more, this time gently running over her behind. Liana stroked Mia, bringing her hand up from the top of her thigh to the small of her back.

Forgetting for a moment her silence, Mia let out a moan. Liana laughed once again, as did Lucy, and Mia blushed, the heat in her face matching that in her rear. Liana stroked the other cheek and then removed her hand.

“Perhaps now we will have some noise out of you.” Remarked Liana in an amused tone, then she continued, voice adopting a serious edge. “Are you ready for your punishment to continue Mia? It will be harsher now.”

Mia tried to resume her scared maid act as she replied “Yes ma’am.”

The next slap was harder, and without the protection of the cotton undergarment the pain was sharp against her burning skin. It sent a thrill of pleasure through Mia, but determined not to slip up again she kept quiet. Another slap, stinging and loud as Lianas hand struck her. Mia stayed quiet.

Her determination lasted for five more ringing slaps before the sting of the sixth brought a little involuntary yelp from her. The rhythm of blows continued and Mia could no longer contain herself. She gasped and cried out softly as she squirmed under the slaps. Each brought a sharp, thrilling, pain and added to the fiery burning.

As her control slipped Mia lost herself in the painful, wonderful rhythm. Her breath came in gasps between cries as Liana struck first one cheek then the other with full force. The rhythm did not relent, and Mia wondered how long she could endure. She became conscious once more of the heat between her legs. She felt herself tugging involuntarily at her bonds as gasped and moaned. Still the rhythm continued, sharp slap after sharp slap. The pain was intense, the burn more so. Mia wriggled and a gasped and cried out as Liana maintained the steady, rapid rhythm of the blows. Finally, with two ringing slaps that brought yelps of delighted pain from Mia, the rhythm stopped. She collapsed against the table, breath coming in great panting gasps, her legs shuddering. The burning in her bottom was intense, rivaling the stinging of the slaps themselves. Between her legs she could feel moisture and another heat.

Lianas hand returned to her bottom. Gently stroking.

“Very good Mia. The first part of your punishment is done.” Lianas tone was comforting, but there was an amused edge to it. The princess breathing was also heavy. The breath of the two was the only sound for some time as Liana stroked Mia and Mia lay panting, burning with pleasure and pain alike.

Liana ran her hand up over Mia’s rear and up the small of her back as she finished stroking her maid. She stepped back and Mia heard her approach the rack on the wall. There was a pause, and then a slight sound as Liana ***********ed an instrument and removed it. The princess paced slowly around into Mia’s view. A slight flush illuminating her pale cheeks as she crouched once more to look Mia in the eyes. In her hand was a small wooden paddle with a round end. She spoke.

“My father thinks that I am too lenient with my servants. Since he will worry that our allies will be insulted at the loss of their fine gift, I really must punish you properly or he will insist on making an example of you.” She had assumed her serious expression once more. “You will get thirty strikes with this one before we move on.” She stood once more and paced out of Mia’s view.

A thrill of both anticipation and fear ran through Mia. She had longed for this, she did not think she had ever felt such intense pleasure, but she did not know if she could endure thirty strikes, or what lay beyond. That tinge of fear only made the thrill greater. She blushed at her desire, how scandalised the other maids would be if they knew.

Once more Liana placed her hand on the small of Mia’s back, gently stroking. Mia felt herself relax under the soft touch.

“Are you ready to continue your punishment Mia?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

The swat of the paddle was unlike the previous blows. Mia let out a cry as she flexed with the stinging pain. Lianas hand still rested on her back, and the princes stroked her gently as the burning heat spread. Mia cried out again at the next blow. Liana struck her now with a slower rhythm. One cheek and then the next, allowing the pain of each strike to become a fiery burn. Allowing Mia to catch her breath between each ecstatic yelp of pain, before the next blow made the girl cry out once more. After ten strikes she paused, her hand gently caressing her servants back.

Mia moaned between breaths as the heat in her rear burned. She felt once more the burning between her legs, the burning in her face as she thought of how Liana could surely see her arousal. She wondered when the next blow would come, longing for more. She could feel her legs shaking as she rested her weight against the table, chest pressed against the hard wood.

When it came, the next blow was harder still. Mia tugged her bonds and arched her back as she cried out. The pace of the rhythm increased now. She squirmed and squeaked, gulping air between cries before the sharp sting of the next swat sent it back out in another involuntary yelp. She had no time to think, her mind was a blur as the intense sensation of pain and heat and pleasure flooded over her. Liana did not pause at twenty as she had at ten, she only increased the pace further. Mia’s cries began to merge into one. Through the intensity she felt the sting of tears in her eyes. The fire in her bottom, surging with the pain of each hard swat, began to overwhelm her. The ringing sound of the paddle against her burning skin filled her ears, as did the sound of her cries. She felt like she would faint. The final pair of swats came with full force and they brought a cry from Mia that was nearly a scream. The girl collapsed once more against the table. Her breathless gasps became a satisfied moan, forgetting her restraint. She felt a smile of satisfaction on her face. The fire was intense, painful. Mia had felt the sting of a paddle before but this was beyond her experience. The thought that it was beautiful Liana who wielded the implement made her head spin with a fuzzy warmth. She was dimly aware of tears on her cheeks, and far more clearly of the moisture and heat between her legs. She longed for a release of that heat, and thought to reach down between her legs before she recalled her bondage. The denial of that release only made the heat grow further.

Liana’s gentle hand returned to Mia’s rear and the girl shuddered under the touch, moaned with contentment. In the corner of the room Lucy chuckled quietly to herself and the sound brought Mia back from her haze, reminded her where she was. She stifled her moan and wiped the grin from her flushed and tear stained face.

Still caressing Mia’s bottom, running her fine fingers up and down each cheek, lifting slightly as they ran upwards, Liana spoke again.

“You are doing very well Mia. Your punishment is almost done.”

Once again she ran her fingers up Mia’s back as she stepped away, returning to the rack. The sting in Mia’s rear seemed only to grow as she lay panting, repressing the urge groan in pleasure at the fiery feeling. Soon Liana stepped into view one more. She had in her hands a thick leather strap with a handle of polished wood. She crouched once more, and, reaching out slowly as if allowing Mia to recoil if she did not wish for the touch, she brushed a tear from her servants eye. Mia did not recoil, she allowed herself to smile at the gentle touch of that slender hand. Liana offered a smile in return, letting her hand rest on the girls upturned face.

“This will be the last implement Mia.” Her voice was soft, comforting. Mia gazed into her eyes and knew that she should be looking sorry, looking like she regretted her foolish mistake, but she could not, not under the tender touch of the object of her dreams. Liana gave her a soft pat upon the cheek as she withdrew her hand and stood.

“You will receive ten swats with this Mia, and you shall count each one and thank me. Once that is done your punishment will be over. You will be forgiven. Do you understand Mia?” Liana assumed her serious look once more as she spoke, but there was a smile on her face now that she did not entirely conceal.

“I understand Ma’am” Mia replied, gaze still locked on Lianas beautiful eyes, so bright against her flushed cheeks.

With a reassuring smile Liana turned and walked out of Mia’s sight once more. This time she did not rest her hand on the girls back. Mia heard her footsteps stop and then felt a light pat from the leather strap as Liana lined up her blow.

“Are you ready for the rest of your punishment Mia?”

Mia paused, anticipation and anxiety building once again, she had never felt a strap like this. She let out a breath to calm her fluttering nerves. “Yes Ma’am” she said in a shaking voice.

Two more soft pats followed, sending a tingle through Mia’s still burning behind. Then the strap withdrew, Mia tensed in that moment of silence, heart thudding in her chest. The strap swung in with a whistling crack. Mia let out a full throated cry as she bucked against her restraints. The pain was intense, she gasped for air as she collapsed against the wood, overcome by the fire the now spreading across both cheeks of her bottom. Tears stung her eyes once more. For a moment she could do nothing but endure the fire, bask in its intensity. Then she remembered that she must thank her mistress for that flame. Breathlessly she spoke.

“One, thank you ma’am”

Again the strap brushed against her, bringing a shudder of anticipation. Again it withdrew and the silence of the room seemed to bear down on Mia. It struck again and Mia screamed as the fire erupted anew. She caught her breath, blinked back tears. She wondered if she could endure another eight of the blows, it was too intense, but with her fear was a longing, a contentment she had rarely known.

“Two, thank you ma’am”

The third strike, the fourth and the fifth each brought a screaming cry from Mia. Each time she caught her breath, wondering if she would faint from the intensity of the fire, not just in her bottom but between her legs. Each time she managed to thank Liana for the pain, the pleasure. After that fifth strike Liana paused and once more stroked the trembling girl.

“You are very brave Mia. Perhaps we should end your punishment there, would you like that?”

Before Mia could really think she blurted out her answer “No!”.

Liana laughed then, a deep laugh that sent a thrill through Mia.

“I did not think so.” said Liana. “You really are a good girl Mia. I think we will be friends.”

Mia felt herself smiling through her tears which now flowed freely down her face.

“Shall we continue then?”

“Please Ma’am.”

Once again the strap tapped against Mia. She gasped slightly in anticipation of the blow to come. The pause seemed very long, and then the strap cracked against her skin and she screamed, a sound of pure pleasure through the fiery pain. As she collapsed back to the wood of the table she groaned in open pleasure, she knew she did not have to restrain herself. Once her breath returned she spoke.

“Six, thank you ma’am.”

The strap brushed against her, withdrew, and snapped back in, ringing against her bright red skin. She cried out, caught her breath and thanked her mistress. The eighth blow followed, tap, withdraw, swat and scream. Mia’s breathing was heavy, she moaned between the gasps, but she found the breath to thank the princess for the pain.

“The last two shall come together Mia.” Warned Liana.

The strap came to rest against Mia’s burning skin, she shuddered, gasping for breath still. The strap tapped her once, and again, then withdrew. Mia held her breath, waited for the burning release. Time seemed to stretch. Liana swung. The leather whistled as it passed through the air and snapped against Mia’s waiting bottom. Mia screamed, burning pain filling her, she bucked against her bonds. Before the scream had fully left her, the strap came on again, unrelenting. Mia screamed out the last of the air in her lungs. Her vision blurred by tears of pain and joy, she collapsed one final time against the table, feeling the weight of her body in her breasts, feeling the agonising, thrilling burn in her behind. She lay there then, panting, tears flowing, contented smile on her trembling lips. The fire between her legs burned and ached, trying to match the stinging in her rear, which seemed only to grow. She gasped once more. Then she felt a gentle touch against her face. She looked up, into Liana’s eyes and saw her comforting smile.

“You did well Mia. Your punishment is over.”

Mia’s tears flowed then, exulting in the release of racking sobs. Liana knelt and, leaning forward, pressed her face against Mia’s, cheek to cheek. She stroked the girls hair as she cried and softly told her it was alright, that all was forgiven. They stayed like that for what seemed an age to Mia. She felt a pure joy, cheek to cheek with Liana, whom she loved. Feeling a burning pleasure. As her sobs subsided Liana stood again, still stroking Mia’s hair.

“It was not clumsiness that causeed you to break the vase was it Mia?”

Liana’s question, spoken in a tender tone, shocked Mia. She looked up at Liana, now with genuine worry on her face.

“No.” She admitted after a moment of hesitation.

“You really do enjoy this don’t you.” Liana answered, no hint of reproach in her voice. “You broke it because you wanted this.”

Liana’s kind tone reassured Mia and she answered honestly. “Yes, I… I have dreamt of this.”

Liana laughed, a tender, happy, sound. “It was a silly risk Mia, I do not lie when I say my father would have had you flogged, even branded, but I am glad you took it. I really did hate that vase.” With that she laughed again, and gestured to Lucy, who still stood in the corner of the chamber. Liana crouched once more and stroked Mia’s face as Lucy stepped forward and one by one released the girls bonds.

Once the cuffs were all undone Liana gently guided Mia to her feat. Stepping around the table she opened her arms, offering an embrace. After a moment of hesitation, a moment’s disbelief at this dream come to life, Mia stepped forward and fell gratefully into it. They stood there, the nearly naked girl with her glowing red bottom pressed against the red haired princess. After a long moment Liana whispered to Mia.

“I am in need of a bedmaid, perhaps you would like the job.”

Mia hesitated for a moment.

“You need not worry.” Continued Liana “You will not have to do anything you do not wish, but I would like you to be close to me Mia, I think we will be friends, and maybe more.” As she spoke Liana withdrew slightly so she could look into Mia’s eyes.

“Yes, I would like that very much” Mia replied.

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Mark is under Sister Theodora’s spell as Mary struggles to understand what’s happened to her fiancee.

The Devil’s Pact
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2013

Chapter Twenty-two: The Bond of Avvah

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I was sunning myself on the beach, catching the last rays of the Miami sun. I was wearing a skimpy bikini, white with pink flowers decorating it. The sun felt great on my skin. Antsy plane should have landed in Seattle by now. It was only a matter of time before her brother, Mark, fucked her and triggered the Prayer of Avvah.

When Mark slept with his sister, she would be the only woman he desired. No other person would ever excite him sexually again. Hopefully, it would drive a wedge between Mark and his lover, the other Warlock, and make it easier for me to defeat them. One Warlock could be hard enough, but two was going to be very difficult. Plus, there was the demoness Lilith to consider, summoned by Mark’s lover.

Guilt burned inside me. I served Antsy up to her brother, she would also be affected by the Prayer as well. I was a nun, a Sister of the Order of Mary Magdalene. I was supposed to save people from a Warlock’s powers, not give him victims. But, it was for the greater good. Mark had to be stopped. Every day he wasn’t stopped, more innocents were abused by him. It was for the greater good.

If I kept telling myself that, maybe I’ll actually believe it.

Antsy had left early this morning to catch her plane. She was a wreck. I stayed up with her most of the night as she talked about her father who passed away yesterday. From what I gathered, he wasn’t the greatest father, but you couldn’t always help who you loved. Before she left, she gave me her original return ticket, promising to have it changed to my name.

I had all day tomorrow, and half of Tuesday to kill before I would fly out to Seattle. Plenty of time for the Bond of Avvah to wreck havoc on the Warlock’s lives. So, in the meantime, I decided to relax, enjoy Miami’s beaches, because I would be very busy when I returned home to Washington State.

Suddenly, a weird feeling trembled through my womb. It was almost like an orgasm, like my body was remembering the sweet pleasure that an orgasm brought. But there were no muscle contractions, no electricity shooting through my body, no toe curling pleasure that made me howl with passion.

I smiled, wiggling my hips. Mark just fucked his sister.

The Bond of Avvah has formed between them.

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I woke up, reaching for Mark and felt a pair of small breasts.

I eye opened my eyes and saw Violet’s sleeping face. The teen looked so peaceful. I was struggling to remember, shaking sleep off my mind. Another body was pressing against my back, not Mark. Mark didn’t have a pair of perky breasts.

I wasn’t in our bed. Mark wanted to be alone with his sister. So they could comfort each other. Jealous hurt burned in my heart. What had happened yesterday. It was our first night we didn’t share a bed. And, since when did we not share our lovers. Was it just his dad’s death? The excitement of fucking your sister. I knew how exhilarating it could be. I fucked both my sisters on Friday. But I shared them with Mark. I wasn’t being selfish like he was.

You haven’t shared Alice, a guilty voice whispered in my mind. I ignored that voice, Mark never asked. I would, if Mark wanted too. It’s got to be his dad’s death. He just needs a little space, to grieve. I made the Pact with the Devil and wished for Mark and I to love each other forever. I just needed to let him work this out of his system. Maybe he was already back to his normal self.

Hope blossoming inside me I positively raced out of the bedroom. He wasn’t in our room, I went down stairs. Several of the sluts were enjoying scrambled eggs and bacon. “Have you seen Mark?”

“He’s out jogging, mi Reina,” Desiree answered.

I glanced at the clock. “Still? It’s ten.”

Chasity was nursing a cup of coffee. “I’ll get his twenty,” Chasity said. Chasity was the head of our bodyguards and she pulled out her Nextel. “Chasity to all units, can I get a 10-20 on Master?”

“09 to Chasity, Master’s at the Rowe residence,” 09 reported.

“That is where his jogging sluts meet, right?” I asked. Every morning, Mark would go jogging with a group of women and would fuck one of them when he was done. He was usually back by seven or seven-thirty.

The Rowe house was next door, owned by Madeleine, a southern divorcee with a nice body. I walked over, naked. 09 was leaning against her cop car and smiled when she saw me. She said something, but I was in too much of a hurry. My heart was hammering with excitement and fear as I entered the house. I could hear muffled cries of passion coming from upstairs. I walked up the stairs, the cries growing louder and louder. There was a woman’s loud shrieks, a man’s low grunts, a bedsprings creaking.

“Ride my cock,” Mark’s muffled voice came through the wall. He was fucking one of his jogging sluts. “Oh, god, your cunt’s the best.”

I stopped, Mark’s words freezing me in place. Who’s cunt was that best? I thought my cunt was, Mark. Fear suddenly clenched at my stomach, destroying the hope I was feeling. I stopped at the bedroom door, my hand on the knob. I must have heard him wrong. It was through the door. Mark loves me. Just open the door and go join him and whatever slut he’s banging and have some fun.

It was Antsy riding his cock, her breasts bouncing up and down. She had a beautiful figure, her hips writhing as she fucked Mark in reverse cowgirl style. Long, black hair waving about her body as she shook her head in pleasure. Cum stained her tits. How long had they been fucking? All morning? Mark had never shown this much interest in any other woman besides me. Just stop being afraid, Mary, and get in there and have some fun.

Strutting my stuff, I walked as sexily as possible to the bed. Mark’s eyes flickered towards me and then went back to watching his sisters ass. “Hey, hun,” I purred. “Is your sister giving you a good fucking.”

“Yeah, she’s the best,” Mark moaned.

I ignored that, and slipped onto the bed, rubbing my body against Mark and kissed him on the lips. He didn’t kiss me back. “What’s wrong, Mark?”

“Nothing,” he moaned. “I’m just having fun with my sister. Isn’t she so beautiful?”

“Don’t you want to have fun with me?” I asked, hopeful.

Mark glanced at me. “I’m sorry, Mary. It’s just with dad dead, I’m feeling so close to my sister. You understand, right?”

“I… yeah, I guess,” I said, stung by his words. “You still love me, right?”

“Yeah,” he grunted. “Oh, Antsy your cunt feel so great. I’m going to cum!”

“Umm, fill me up big bro! Feel me with your hot, brotherly cum!”

“We have the appointment in Seattle,” I said, lamely, after he finished cumming in his sister’s cunt. I didn’t know what else to do. “Are we still…”

“Oh, yeah,” he sighed. “Yeah, to buy the land. Yeah, what time do need to leave.”

“A few hours,” I said, answered. My voice was cracking as I fought back tears.

“Okay, I’ll meet you at the house,” he said.

“I love you, Mark,” I said, looking back from the door. Mark was focused on his sister, who was still riding him hard, and didn’t answer.

Antsy’s wanton moans followed me as I staggered out of the room. I stumbled down the hall and leaned against the wall. My legs gave out and I slid down the wall to the carpeted floor and sobbed into my hands. What had happened to my randy stallion? Why didn’t he want his naughty filly? Did I do something wrong? No, it was the grief. Just be patient, Mary. Just be supportive. Grief does weird things to people.

The drive to Seattle was strained. I was wearing the sluttiest dress I had, a slinky black thing that was so low cut, my freckled breasts were about to pop out. And the skirt showed off my nice legs, and swayed deliciously on my ass as I walked, so short flashes of my ass cheeks could be seen. I had hoped that Mark would pay attention to me once he was away from his slutty sister. She had gone to see her mom, finally. But Mark didn’t grope my ass, kiss me, try to fuck me the moment he saw me in this dress. I kept wanting to ask Mark what was really going on, but fear held my tongue. What if he didn’t love me anymore, find me attractive. What if he’d fallen for his sister.

He had fallen for me that quick. What if he fell out of love with me just as fast. No, he’s just grieving. I just need to suffer through it. He’ll come around. His sister is just how its manifesting. I just need to be patient. I reached out to squeeze his hand but he drew away. Hurt burned at my eyes and I looked away, wiping at my tears.

He didn’t even want a blowjob. I’ve never driven with Mark more than a mile without him wanting me to suck his cock. I would pretend that I didn’t want to and he would be all sweet and give me flowery compliment and caress my body. I would let him think he talked me into it, but I was as eager to blow him as he was to get blown.

We got stuck in traffic and were an hour later for our meeting. Mark did his thing and the owner was more than happy to sell his property. It took another hour to draw up the paperwork, get things signed. Then we had to wait on a notary. The owner had a beautiful secretary, but Mark didn’t seem interested in passing the time with her.

“You just enjoy her, Mary,” Mark had said. “I’m not in the mood.”

The secretary tasted of spice, and when I tried to kiss Mark, to share her flavor with him, he turned his head and I just kissed his cheek. Feeling more hurt, we left the office, heading for our make-up dinner. We had been on a date Saturday night when we found out his dad was dead, on our way to dinner. Mark felt bad, not that he should, but he was a sweet, caring guy, with me anyways, and wanted to make it up to me. Mark had made a reservation at 7 pm at Spinnasse, famed for its pasta.

Mark was distracted all through dinner. I pointed out pretty women for us to enjoy. Or even to enjoy by himself. But he would just glance at them and shrug and pick listlessly at his food. I just had to be patient. I tried talking about movies. About books. We both loved to read fantasy and we could usually talk about our favorite books. But he just twirled his pasta on his fork, not paying attention.

“Tomorrow,” I said, trying to make conversation. “I need your guest list for our wedding. We need to get the invitations mailed out.”

“Maybe we should delay the wedding,” Mark absently said.

A cold knife stabbed my heart. “I understand, its because of your father’s death. You have to get his affairs in order, there’s the funeral to plan. We can delay. I understand.”

He chewed his food, silently.

“I’m here for you, Mark,” I told him. “I know its been difficult for you. I…I get that your sister is helping you, but I can help you to.”

He snorted with laughter and I blinked.

“What?” I asked as ice flowed through my veins. My stomach clenched in knots. “What, Mark? What’s going on in your head. You can tell me anything.”

“I’m not sure I want to marry you,” he finally said.

I’m not sure I want to marry you. The words hit me in the stomach, hard. I couldn’t breathe. This couldn’t be happening. Please, this must be a dream, a nightmare. I did everything for this man, I loved him with all my heart. I degraded myself, soiled myself. I sold my soul for him. And now that he’s fucked his sister, he doesn’t want me.

“Why?” I asked, coldly. The anger was beginning to roil in my stomach.

“It’s…” he swallowed. “You’re just not…how to say it.”

“Just say it, Mark,” I spat.

“You’re just not that attractive,” he said. “I don’t know what I saw in you, but you just don’t stack up to Antsy.”

“I’m not attractive?” I said, flabbergasted. Tears were brimming at my eyes. I ripped open the bodice of my dress, my perky tits spilled out. “These aren’t attractive?” I demanded, hefting a breast. I didn’t care that an entire restaurant full of people were looking at me, at my breasts. Let them look, I was proud of them. They were perfectly shaped, topped with dusky nipples, and covered with freckles.

“No,” he said, barely glancing at my tits. “I’m sorry, Mary. I just…I just don’t find you pretty.”

A hysterical laugh escaped my lips. This just could not be happening. This must be a dream. “You found me pretty yesterday!” I shrieked. “When you fucked me in the shower.”

The restaurant had gone silent. The Maitre D’ was walking over. Mark shrugged. “Things change, Mary,” Mark said. “You just don’t hold a candle to my sister.”

His words cut so badly, I could feel the tears running down my face. Anger was roiling inside me. I grabbed my wine glass and splashed it in his face and stormed out. Oh, god. What had gone wrong. Everything was going so well. And then Antsy arrived and messed it all up. How could he not find me pretty anymore. This couldn’t be happening. Please let this just be a nightmare. Please!

“Shoot, I left my jacket in the restaurant,” a man said at the valet. His beautiful wife was sitting in the passenger seat of a very expansive-looking red sports car. “I’ll be right back.”

“Hurry up, dear,” she said. She had a doll’s face and raven-black hair. Her black dress was covered in shiny sequins and was low cut to show off her nice pair of tits. I was walking to the car, reaching for the driver’s door.

I slid into the driver seat and she looked at me in surprise and then smiled. What was I doing? “Am I beautiful?” I heard myself ask the woman, my voice quavering with emotion. I was beautiful, right? I didn’t somehow go to bed pretty and wake up ugly?

“Oh,” she looked me up and down. I was holding my ripped bodice closed and I let go, the cloth falling away to expose my breasts. She licked her lips. “Very beautiful,” she purred.

“Do you want to fuck me?” I asked her, rubbing her thigh.

“Hmm,” she purred. “ I would. God help me, but I would.”

I tore out of the parking lot. Behind us, I could hear her husband calling out. My hair whipped in the wind as I drove the convertible fast, racing away from the pain. The woman’s name was Karmen, and she was gorgeous. And she found me desirable. I used my phone to find a sex shop and bought the largest strap-on dildo I could. “You going to fuck me with that?” Karmen giggled, her large breasts jiggled in her tight dress.

“I am, Karmen,” I told her.

Her husband called her three times and each time she told him she was out having fun and would be home in a while. He didn’t sound pleased. We drove to a cheap motel, the Rain City Motel, and she paid for a room.

I was still furious at Mark and wanting to prove that I didn’t need him. When we entered the hotel room I tore the dress off Karmen, ripping open the bodice and tearing the sides. She took off her bra before I could rip that off of her while I was pulling down her panties. I pulled out the strap-on, adjusted the big, black cock and roughly shoved Karmen down on to her hand’s and knees. I lined up at her glistening cunt.

“Fucking slut!” I shouted as I thrust the cock into her cunt. She was wet and ready and moaned as I thrust it in. “You goddamn fucking whore!”

I was pounding her hard, the dildo rubbing hard against my clit, almost painful. It matched the pain tearing up my heart. Tears were running down my face. Mark didn’t want me. That fucking whore stole him from me. Antsy. What a terrible name. I grabbed Karmen’s black hair, pulling hard as I fucked her.

“Oh fuck,” Karmen moaned. “I haven’t been fucked this hard in years!”

I smacked her ass. “You’re a fucking whore, aren’t you!”

“Yes, yes!” Karmen moaned. “I’m a filthy whore! At the Christmas Party last year, I let my husband’s partner diddle my cunt in the board room! Hmm, I’m such a bad, naughty slut. He would’ve fucked me if my husband didn’t come looking for me. Luckily, he was too drunk to realize what was going on.”

“That’s what I thought!” I gasped. “A filthy, man stealing whore!”

“Fuck me, fuck me!” Karmen moaned. “Oh god, this so amazing! I’ve never been this turned on before in my life.”

Fucking Antsy! The dildo rubbed so deliciously on my clit as I fucked her hard. I wished it was Antsy. I wish I could just fuck her man-stealing, slutty cunt until she bled! I fucked Karmen harder. Her ass jiggled every time I slammed into her cunt. In and out, in and out of her pink cunt. Karmen’s moans of pleasure spurred me on to fuck her harder and harder.

“Yes, oh fuck yes!” she screamed, spasming on her hands and knees. “Oh, fuck that was a great cum!”

“Did you cum on my cock, you filthy whore?” I asked, slapping her cheek.

“Yes!” she squealed. There was a red print on her ass, bright against her pale ass.

I slapped her ass again, loving the sound of flesh slapping flesh. The way an ass reddened as you spanked it. “You dirty, fucking slut! I’ll teach you to steal my man!”

I pulled out of her cunt, spread her ass cheeks and aimed the dildo for her brown, puckered asshole. “Oh, fuck!” Karmen gasped as I shoved the dildo up her ass, lubed only by her pussy juices. “Oh, fuck that hurts!”

“Oh, you love it, cunt!” I barked, smacking her ass. “You’re a fucking nasty, anal slut! I bet you love it up the ass!”

“Oh, fuck I do,” Karmen gasped. “Last year, when we were on vacation in Mexico, I let the cabana boy bugger me while Scott was off fishing! I’m such a nasty whore!”

I was getting closer and closer to cumming. I didn’t need Mark. I could fuck whores just as much as he could! Fucking Antsy! I gripped Karmen’s ass and drilled into her bowels harder and harder. The pressure on my clit was mounting, more and more, growing larger and larger. I was so close to cumming. My fingernails bit into the soft flesh of her ass as I drew back and then slammed in for one last, hard fuck.

My orgasm rocketed through me. Every muscle in my body seemed to spasm and stars swam before my eyes. I fell back, falling on my ass on the floor and quivered as the pleasure slowly faded from my body.

Tears were running hot down my face. I didn’t want to fuck whores! I wanted to fuck Mark! I wanted his weight on top of me as he slowly slid his hard cock in and out of my wet pussy. His rough lips on mine, kissing me, loving me. How his curly chest hairs rubbed on my sensitive nipples. Oh, god! I wanted him so badly.

“Get out!” I shrieked at Karmen, throwing her torn dress at her. “Get the fuck out! Go back to your fucking husband!”

“But…I…” she stammered. “What do I tell him?”

“Tell him whatever you want, you fucking whore!” I screamed. “Just go!”

Tears in her eyes, Karmen struggled to cover her nakedness in her torn dress and fled the room, heels clutched in one hand, her bra and panties in the other. I curled up in a ball, hugging myself as the tears sobbed out of me. Oh, why did this happen? How? I stared at my engagement ring. The black diamond glinted in the light, a brilliant fire contained in its smokey depths. We were supposed to be together for ever. This ring was the symbol of that. I wanted to rip it off, smash it, shove it up Antsy’s cunt and make her bleed! But I couldn’t take it off, I loved Mark too much. God, I hurt inside. I just wanted to stop hurting, I just wanted Mark to love me again.

There was a minibar. I licked my lips and crawled to it, opening the little fridge and pulling out the first alcohol mini bottle in there, downing the liquid. It burned as it ran down my throat, feeling warm in my belly. I grabbed another, Absolut vodka, then I downed a Jack Daniels. I just wanted the pain to go away. I just wanted my Mark back. I grabbed a Jim Bean and chased it with a peppermint Schnapps.

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The wine stung my eyes, and I wiped the liquid off with a cloth napkin. Blinking, I saw Mary storm off. Stop her, that voice whispered. Fight.

Fight what? I asked.

Fight!

I stood up. It was for the best that Mary dumped me. I had Antsy now, and Mary needed to move on with her life. Find someone that could stand her ugly body. Hell, there was Alice. Somehow that bitch loved Mary. Mary could find happiness with her. My cock was hard. I needed my sweet, baby sister. It had been hours since we’d last fucked. Far too long.

You need Mary, the voice whispered. Go after her.

I snorted, I didn’t need Mary. I need Antsy.

I dropped a hundred on the table and walked out. Outside, a man was shouting after a red Ferrari as it tore off up the street. I saw Mary’s ugly, auburn hair whipping in the wind and smiled. Looks like she found someone. Good for her.

“She’s stolen my car,” the man complained. “My wife’s in there!”

He was fumbling at his phone. “Don’t call the police,” I told the man. “No one calls the police.” It’s the least I could do for Mary. We had good times, once.

15 ran up, one of the cops that was guarding us this evening. “Do we follow her, sir?” she asked.

“No, let her go,” I said. “I’m heading home.”

“Okay, sir,” she said, saluting. What possessed me to recruit a bunch of ugly women to be my bodyguards. I may as well have hired a bunch of guys. At least they’d be intimidating.

The valet brought up my Mustang, I slipped him a hundred. What the hell, right. I used to work shitty jobs. They guy was very thankful. I got in my Mustang and tore off. I had to get home to my Antsy. My cock needed some relief. I was so happy when I pulled into my driveway. There was Antsy, waiting on the porch.

“Mark!” she excitedly yelled, racing towards me. “I missed you so much!”

She threw her arms around my neck. “Antsy, I need you,” I whispered.

Her hand rubbed my hard cock. “Hmm, I know just what my big brother needs,” she said, archly.

I pushed her down onto the grass, pushed up her skirt. She wasn’t wearing underwear, her cunt shaved. I could smell the tart and spicy flavor of her arousal. Her hands unzipped my pants and fished out my cock, stroking me a few times and then guiding me to her hungry hole. She felt so amazing as I slid in. No cunt ever felt half so good as Antsy’s did.

“Hmm, Mark, you feel so good inside me! Your dick’s the best! So big, so hard, I love it!” Antsy moaned. “Fuck me, big bro. Fuck your little sister!”

The sun was setting, bathing the lawn in brilliant orange, as I fucked my sweet Antsy. “You’re the best!” I panted. “I love your cunt! Oh god, it’s squeezing so velvety on my cock. I love fucking my baby sister!”

Her hips rose to meet mine as we fucked each other harder, faster. Both of us were desperate to cum. We had been to long apart. Never again. We needed to be with each other all the time. My cock needed to be in her sweet cunt, her tight ass. Her fingers clawed my back, fiery pain that spurred me to fuck her harder and harder. I sucked at her neck, leaving another hickey. Marking my baby sister as mine!

“Yes, yes!” she moaned. “Fuck my naughty cunt, big bro! Oh shit, I’m gonna cum! Shit! Shit!”

Her cunt spasmed on my cock and my balls tightened. I was fucking her as frantically as possible, every stroke bringing me closer and closer to the precipice. I was so close, grunting as I fucked her tight, baby sister cunt. And then I was over the edge, pleasure exploding from my dick, shooting my cum in her sweet cunt. I captured her sweet lips in a a kiss as I spilled my passion inside her hungry pussy.

“I needed that,” I whispered into her ear, as the pleasure faded.

“Hmm, I love you, big bro,” Antsy said, a satisfied smile on her lips.

“I lo…” I love Mary. I got all tongue tied. Fight! Don’t say it! Fight! “I lo…love your ass,” I managed to say, relief surging through me. Why did I feel relieved. Why couldn’t I tell my sister I loved her. Because you love Mary, the voice whispered.

“Hmm, I love it when you fuck my ass, too,” Antsy giggled. “I could use a good ass reaming right now.” Antsy rolled over, presenting me with that ass and my cock was more than happy to slid into her tight, velvety hole. Nothing mattered, I was inside my sister. Nothing else matters.

Except Mary, the voice whispered.

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I lay on the floor, sobbing, surrounded by empty bottles, clutching my phone, hoping Mark would call. But he didn’t care enough to even see if I was fine after I stormed out of the restaurant. He was probably fucking that whore of a sister.

I don’t even remember looking up Alice’s phone number. “Hello,” she answered, sleepily. “What’s up, Mary?”

“I need you,” I sobbed. “Please, I’m at the…” shit where was I. I staggered to my feet, the room whirling about me, and found the placard next to the phone. “I’m at the Rain City Motel. Room 14, I think. Please come, I need you, Alice.”

“Okay, Mary,” Alice said. “I’m on the way. What is it? What’s wrong?”

“It’s Mark,” I sobbed. “He…he doesn’t want me anymore!”

The room was still spinning when Alice arrived and I had to hold onto her as we walked to the bed. She was so beautiful, I thought, and I reached out and stroked her thick, raven black hair. Then I leaned in and kissed her sloppily on her full lips. They were just so beautiful and begging to be kissed. I was suddenly so horny. Fuck, Mark. If he didn’t want me, I could do better.

“Am I beautiful?” I asked Alice, then fell back onto the bed. I was naked so I spread my legs, showing her my wet, horny cunt.

“You are gorgeous,” Alice purred.

“I don’t need Mark,” I muttered. “Not when you think I’m beautiful.”

Alice had a happy smile on her face then she bent down to my pussy. I shivered as Alice licked my wet cunt. Her tongue felt so good, so relaxing. I breathed in deeply, enjoying the pleasure. My eyes were so heavy, I’ll just close them and enjoy Alice’s cunnilingus. The room didn’t spin with my eyes closed and…

…I woke up, my head pounding in pain. My mouth tasted of old tire.

I sat up, looking around the room. I was in a cheap motel room. There was a black haired woman sleeping next to me. Alice, I realized. I called her after I fucked that woman. Karmen, I think her name was. After Mark…oh god, he dumped me. Tears threatened to spill out of my eyes.

No, keep it together, Mary. He’s just reacting to the death of his dad.

“I’m sorry, Mary. I just…I just don’t find you pretty,” his words echoed in my head. His dad dying doesn’t excuse him for treating me like dirt.

Alice stirred, sitting up. “You’re alive.”

“Maybe,” I muttered. I wished I was dead. Mark didn’t love me anymore.

Alice put her arms around my shoulders. “You were so drunk when I got her last night. What happened? I gather Mark hurt you somehow.”

I shook my head, I didn’t want to talk about it.

“C’mon, let’s get you in the shower,” Alice said. “You got some vomit on you.”

I flushed. I dimly remember Alice holding my hair back while I puked in the toilet. “Thank you,” I muttered in embarrassment.

“Oh, no problem,” Alice said. “I’ve done it for your sister loads of time.”

In High School, Alice and my older sister Shannon had been good friends. Alice spent a lot of time around the house. She was the older sister that Shannon never was. Shannon was too busy trying to be mom that she didn’t have time to be my older sister. Last week, when I went to see Alice about buying the property around our houses, it came out that Alice had a torch burning for me ever since she saw me naked when I was thirteen. And we ended up in a motel room, making love all afternoon. She’d become my best friend, with benefits.

The warm water felt wonderful on my skin and I held my head under the warm spray and, for a minute, I forgot all about the pain Mark caused me. Alice was in the shower with me, her naked body rubbing up against mine. An itch formed in my pussy and I turned to face her. Our breasts brushed each other, our nipples kissed.

I stared into her hazel eyes and saw love there and I leaned in and kissed her. I needed to feel loved right now and Alice seemed more than happy to give it to me. She wasn’t Mark, but she was all I had. She pressed me against the shower wall, her tongue fencing with mine. Her hands gently stroked my sides and hips, reaching back to give my plump ass a squeeze.

Mark used to love my ass.

I pushed that thought away as Alice’s lips captured my right nipple, sucking gently as her tongue played with the tip of the hard nub. Pleasure was tingling through my body and Mark and all my problems vanished beneath the gentle kisses and caresses of Alice. She kissed lower and lower. Her tongue flicking into my bellybutton bringing a giggle to my lips. She rubbed her face through the silky heart of fiery pubic hair above my cunt.

Her hands spread my thighs and my breathing quickened. I could feel her breath on my cunt and then delightful feeling as her tongue slid through my tight vulva, sinking momentarily into my wet hole and then grazing my aching clit. I gripped the shower bar and was lost to the pleasure of her lips as the warm water splashed down my body.

She slipped first one and then a second finger inside me. Probing the delicate walls of my pussy, stirring ever great pleasure out of my sex. Her tongue was caressing my clit, every touch sending shivers of pleasure throughout my body. My body shuddered when I came on her mouth, my hands gripping the shower bar to keep from losing my balance.

And then I was on my knees, returning the favor. She tasted tangy and sweet, her smooth vulva felt like silk on my cheeks. Her clit was a hard pearl nestled in the beautiful folds of her pussy. I licked and sucked on her pussy, reveling in the taste of her. She was moaning, enjoying my tongue. She desired me. Alice’s hips were moving in pleasure because of my touches. I slid my tongue into her pussy hole, shaking my face around, rubbing against her labia as I tongue fucked her.

I looked up at her, across her flat stomach, her heaving breasts, to her beautiful face, black hair caked wetly to her body, her eyes were closed as she enjoyed my tongue. Her lips were pursed and soft moans escaped her beautiful mouth. Her body started to shake as her orgasm rippled through her. Thick, tangy juices poured into my mouth, proof that someone found me desirable.

“Oh, god that was good,” Alice panted as I rose up and then she kissed me.

Her tongue was in my mouth and I was pressed up against her. We made out, not even stopping as tears began running down my cheeks. Alice just kept right on kissing me until they stopped, comforting me with her full lips, the press of her body against mine. Only when the hot water gave out did we break our kiss.

“I saw a Denny’s up the road,” Alice said. “Let’s gets some breakfast and talk about what happened, okay.”

I nodded, dully. I found my dress, the blouse was ripped open and Alice had to go out and bring me a tie-dyed t-shirt that was too big for me. “It’s all I could fine,” she said. “Trust me, that was the nicest shirt that convenient store had.”

We sat at a booth in the Denny’s. I ordered french toast and a coffee and Alice ordered a meat skillet. Alice reached across the table and held my hand as I sipped my coffee, waiting for me to finally be ready to talk.

“Mark, he…” I started to say. I took a deep breath. “There’s another woman.”

“I’m sorry, sweetie,” Alice said, squeezing my hand.

“He, he became obsessed with her on Sunday,” I told Alice. “I thought it was just his dad dieing. Like, he just needed to work something out of his system. But he…he’s not interested in me anymore.”

“What a pig,” Alice muttered.

“We were out at dinner, last night and…” Tears threatened to overwhelm me again. “He said getting married may have been a bad idea. I thought he meant he wanted to delay it. I’m mean its a month away, and he has to deal with his dad dieing and all that crap that goes along with it. I was fine with it but…”

I’m sorry, Mary. I just…I just don’t find you pretty. The words still felt like a punch in the stomach.

“He said he wasn’t attracted to me anymore,” I said. “He said I wasn’t pretty.”

“Wow,” Alice said, stunned. “He was a pig, but how could he say that. Your gorgeous. You are the most beautiful woman in the world.”

Alice’s words sent a momentarily happy flush through me, and then was crushed on the despair of Mark dumping me for his sister. For that fucking cunt, Antsy. “I don’t get it, everything was fine until we met that…other woman.”

“You knew what sort of a guy he was,” Alice said, grabbing my hand. “He liked to fuck other women and he tricked you into thinking it was okay. Then, when he meet a new piece of ass that excited him he threw you out like garbage. I’m mean you were what, dating for a two weeks? He got bored of you, Mary. I’m sure he’s already fucking around on this other woman and in a week she’ll be the one crying her eyes out. He’s a fucking pig. You’re better off without him.”

“It wasn’t just me, he wasn’t interested in any other woman,” I said. “Just Antsy.”

“Antsy?” Alice asked. “What kind of name is that?”

“It’s a nickname,” I said, absently. Mark didn’t look at any of the beautiful women in the restaurant. He didn’t want to fuck that secretary with me. It wasn’t like him. He was a horny guy. And with his power, he could make anyone woman want to fuck him. Until Antsy.

I sipped my coffee, frowning. When I made my Pact with the Devil, one of my wishes was for Mark and myself to love each other for eternity. So how could Mark not love me. My other wish worked. Karmen was proof of that, so why wasn’t my love wish working.

A realization hit me. Mark never said he didn’t love me, just that he didn’t find me attractive. Ever since he slept with Antsy. God, hope was blooming inside me again. Was I crazy? Did Mark fall under some sort of spell? Antsy was out of town, and who knows what she was up to. I needed to speak with Antsy, see if my powers worked on her.

“You need someone that loves you,” Alice was saying, biting her lip. “That doesn’t love anyone else.” I was lost in my thoughts, not registering her words. “I-I love you, Mary.”

“What I need is Mark,” I told her. A hurt expression crossed her face, and I frowned, what had she said. Something about love. “Please, I may be crazy, but I have to try. Can you please give me a ride home? I love him, Alice.”

“Fine,” Alice said, a little waspishly, then sighed. “I think you’re being an idiot, but I’ll be there for you when he breaks your heart all over again and put you back together.”

Was I just being a delusional idiot? Maybe. But I had to try.

I was on pins and needles the entire ride, my stomach seemed to be up in my throat. Hope and feared whirled inside me. Alice tried to talk to me, to distract me, but I was too preoccupied with keeping a lid on the turmoil inside me to do more than grunt a yes or no and Alice eventually stopped trying. Mark was under a spell, he just had to.

At the entrance, we were stopped by 16, I think. “Oh, mam, you’re back,” she said with a big smile. “Everyone was worried. When you tore off in that Ferrari last night, 15 and I didn’t know what to do and Master came out right after you. He stopped that guy from calling the police on you.”

“It’s okay,” I told her while Alice just started flabbergasted at the woman dressed like a slutty cop, standing next to a Lakewood Police Department patrol car. “Where is Mark.”

“He’s at the house,” 16 said, “with…with Mistress.”

That hurt. “Antsy?”

She nodded. “Yeah, Master said she was our new Mistress last night.”

“Did he say I wasn’t also your Mistress?”

Stupid question, she was treating me like her mistress. “No, mam. Everyone’s concerned. Master, he’s ignoring all the sluts.”

“Thank you, 16,” I said and I looked at Alice. “Just…just don’t worry about the cop, okay.”

“Fine,” Alice said, frowning as she drove me down the street to our house at the end of the cul-de-sac.

“I’ll call you and let you know what happens, okay,” I promised Alice.

“Don’t do this,” Alice pleaded. “You are stronger than this. Don’t go crawling back to a man that threw you out for another woman. Please, I can love you better than him.”

I smiled at her. I needed Mark, not a woman, even if it was Alice. “Thank you for being such a great friend.” And I stepped out of the car and walked up to the door.

“Mistress,” Violet happily said when she saw me, throwing her arms around my neck.

Other sluts started appearing. Allison and Desiree, newly engaged, were holding hands and smiling. Lillian, our goth slut, and looking like a perverts wet dream in her sexy schoolgirl outfit, came up and kissed me on the lips. Korina, her arm in a sling, hugged me carefully. All of our sluts were here, save the three with jobs: Noel, our FBI informant, Jessica, our reporter, and Dr. Willow, our Gynecologist.

“What’s going on, Mistress?” Thamina asked, timidly. “Master ignored us when he got home last night. He just took his sister upstairs. They’ve been in there all night fucking. And Master said Antsy is our Mistress, too.”

I nodded. “Everyone stay down here, I’m going to have a word with Mark and Antsy.”

The sluts waited nervously at the base of the stairs. Strawberry-blonde Fiona had her arm protectively around Korina. Violet clung to Lillian. Busty Xiu hugged herself while Karen paced back and forth. The sluts could sense something was wrong with Mark. It wasn’t just my imagination or false hope. Something happened to him.

I could hear them fucking through the door. Mark’s grunts and Antsy’s moans. It was like yesterday all over again. But this time I was prepared. When I opened the door, they were fucking doggie style. Antsy had dried cum all over her body, more dripped out of her cunt every time Mark’s cock fucked into her.

“Mary,” Mark said in surprise. “I thought you dumped me.”

Anger started to boil inside of me, I dumped him? But I swallowed my anger. Something wasn’t right here, and I needed to find out what. I could see the faint outline of their auras. Mark’s was red and Antsy’s was black. Nothing strange there. I concentrated, and their auras sprang into full view, pulsing about them. Antsy’s wasn’t completely black, there were fringes of silver on the edges.

From my talks with Karen, the former nun, how long a Thrall stays a Thrall depends on the command. The sluts had their entire personalities rewritten by Mark when he made them his sex slaves. But for people like Antsy,who have had just a few commands, like “Let me fuck you,” Slowly, their auras would fade back to silver.

I walked to the bed and and stroked Antsy arm. “Would you like to lick my cunt?” I asked, as sultry as I could muster. “That would make me ever so happy.”

Antsy snorted. “I’m not dyke,” she said, pulling her arm away. My wish didn’t work on her. According to Lilith, the only person a Warlock couldn’t afflict was one of their parents. For a man, it was their mothers. For me, and other female Warlocks, it was our fathers. There was definitely something wrong.

So, I touched them both and observed the strings and chains that radiated out from their souls. Mark’s red thread wound loosely about Antsy’s black chain, connecting the pair of them. A thin, golden chain bound their threads together. I hadn’t seen gold before, what did that represent? From Mark, leading to my chest, was our red threads. Before they had been entwined so tightly together that they were practically one thread. But now there were small, golden wedges that forced our threads apart. Our threads still touched, but less than half of Mark’s thread still touched mine. And it seemed to me the wedges were slowly growing, spreading out threads wider and wider apart.

It was magic. I smiled as relief surged through me. Mark wasn’t himself. Now, I just had to find out how to undo it. I was positvely skipping as I headed for the door. “Thank god she’s leaving,” Antsy panted. “Fucking dyke!”

“M-mary!” I paused, looking back as Mark said my name. He looked up at me and there was a pained expression crossing his face. His lips struggled to say something. “I…I…Goddammit, I love…” he gave a strangled cry. “…you.”

My heart soared, he was fighting it. “I love you to, Mark.”

“I’ve never heard of anything like you described,” Karen said after I explained it to her. We were all gathered around the dining room table. “Gold is the color of a nun’s aura. But, we can’t affect regular mortals. You said Antsy had a silver aura when you first saw her, Mistress?”

“Yes.”

“Then I don’t know, I’m so sorry I couldn’t have been more help.”

I kissed her on the lips. “It’s okay, I know who I need. Sluts, clear the room.”

“Yes, Mistress,” they all said, almost in unison, and filed out.

I took a deep breath, steeled myself against desire and said, firmly, “Lilith, appear before me.”

Lilith stepped out of the shadows and her lust ran through my body. Being in her presences was electric, my nerves tingled with pleasure, I could feel my nipples hardened against the ugly, tie-dyed shirt and juices began to trickle out of my pussy, running down my thigh in trails of fiery passion. Lilith was lust given female form. Her breasts were perfect and large, far to perky for tits that size. Her hair was a curtain of silver that fell about her body and contrasted with the deep, red dress she wore. The dress clung to her like a second skin, molding about the curves of her body, and was sheer enough that her hard nipples and silvery patch of pubic hair were easily visible though the dress.

“What can I do for you, Mistress,” she purred. There was an evil glint in her eyes.

I explained what I saw, the golden wedges forcing our threads apart, the golden chain that bound Mark and Antsy together. A wicked smile played on Lilith’s lips. The bitch was enjoying this, delighting in my pain.

“I know what has happened,” Lilith said. “All that we needs do is negotiate the price.”

“Use my last boon,” I begged.

Lilith sighed. “I cannot break the spell. It has…protections. But there is a way for you to break the spell.”

“What?” I asked desperately. “I’ll do anything. Use my boon to tell me.”

Lilith put her finger to my lips. “You will need to use your boon, but on something more powerful than simple information.”

“Well, it’s a spell, we already made a deal for you to teach us magics,” I told her.

“Ah, I said spells a Warlock could use,” Lilith said with a smirk. “This is Angelic Magic. A nun performed this spell.”

“Fine, what do you want?” I asked, narrowing my eyes suspiciously at Lilith.

“I want you, until noon, to experience the pleasures of having a cock of your own,” Lilith purred. “I saw how hungrily you stared at mine the night I took that nun. I know you’ve fantasized about having your very own cock.” A flush crept up my face. I had wondered about that, what it would be like to take a woman, shove my dick inside her, feel her embrace. “You wouldn’t have to use those pitiful substitutes. Those strap-ons.”

“That’s it?” I asked. It seemed too easy.

“Well, when your time is up,” Lilith purred, reaching out to caress my face, “we’ll see what you want to use your boon for. Maybe you’ll want to keep that dick. Why be Mark’s favorite whore when you could have whores of your own to fuck. And, of course, you can control when you have the cock. Be a woman when you want to, or be more than a woman. Mark will be happy with Antsy, the nun’s spell will see to that. And you can be happy with your cock.”

I shuddered at the thought of having my own cock. No, be strong Mary. “I love Mark, so it’s not going to work. I will not waste my boon so selfishly.”

“Then why do you hesitate,” Lilith whispered. She was so close now, I could smell the scent of her arousal: spicy, sweet, tart, tangy, fresh. She smelled of every pussy I ever tasted, mixed together, more beyond that. “If your will is so strong, then what do you have to lose for a few hours of pleasure.”

“Fine, we have a deal,” I gasped, my body shivering as an orgasm rolled through me and I clutched the back of the chair for support.

I could feel something growing, hardening, pressing against my skirt. I looked down to see a tent form at my crotch, pushing out the fabric of the skirt. A small shudder when through my body as the head of my cock was rubbing pleasantly at the fabric of the skirt. I lifted it up and there it was, hard, throbbing, extending out from my clit. It was my clit, transformed into a fleshy cock. I stroked it, smiling a the pleasure that rolled through my body, it was so much more intense, more focused. It was like all my pleasure nerves were concentrated in one little spot; the head of my cock. I slid lower and found that the cock extended from my clitoris, and my pussy was beneath, wet and hungry.

This was so amazing.

“I’ll leave you to your fun,” Lilith purred. “I’ll be back in two and a half hours. And don’t worry about getting soft. I gave you stamina to rival Mark’s.”

And she was gone. God, my cock was so hard. So insistent that it needed to cum. No wonder guys were such horny bastards, always sniffing after us gals. They had this…this pull in their cocks that was so hard to ignore. I needed to fuck something, someone. The sluts were home.

The ten sluts that were home gathered in the living room: Desiree and Allison, Lillian and Violet, Fiona and Korina, Xiu and Karen, Chasity and Thamina. Who to fuck? Busty Xiu could give me an amazing titty fuck. There was Lillian and I remembered with a smile how Mark had stood behind her, his cock up her cunt, as she worked the register at hot topic. I remembered how shy Thamina had given Mark a sponge bath at the hospital and used her pussy to wash his cock.

I considered Karen. I enjoyed raping her ass with a strap-on when she was being punished. God, how would it feel to rape her ass with my cock? Allison had that tattoo that read “Cum on in,” and that seemed like a great idea. And then her fiancee, Desiree, could eat my cum out of her cunt. I saw Violet, sweet Violet. Mark had taken her virginity in an elevator.

“My cock’s the only one that’s been up her cunt, I want it to stay that way,” Mark had said in the aftermath of Karen’s attack.

Oh god, my cock ached to know her cunt. Even knowing Mark wasn’t responsible for those words he said to me last night, I still felt the pain. Part of me was still angry at him, wanting to get some payback. And fucking his precious, near virginal Violet seemed like a good place to start.

“You have a cock, Mistress?” Chasity gasped. “Is…is everything alright?”

“It’s the price I have to pay to get back Master,” I told them.

Allison, bold as always, walked up, dropped down to her knees and sucked my cock into her mouth. Her tongue felt amazing on my cock’s head, the hard metal of her tongue stud contrasting with the soft flesh of her tongue made me shuttered. Her mouth started sucking and I groaned in pleasure and spilled my seed in her mouth. I was the excited virgin, I realized, shooting off prematurely the first time someone touches my cock.

“Thank you, Mistress,” Allison purred, licking my white cum off her lips. “Thank you for the gift of your cum.”

I pulled her to her feet and kissed her, tasting my salty flavor. It was similar to Marks, not quite as salty and a little more sweet. I pushed Allison to the side and pulled my shirt over my head and then slid out of the ruin of my dress. As I walked over to Violet, her eyes fixed lustily on my cock as it bounced and swayed.

I grabbed one of her brown pig-tails, pulling her up to her feat. She was naked, her nipples hard on her budding breasts, her bare slit weeping juices. She looked younger than her sixteen years without her pubic hair. Her body was slim, and lithe, only starting to fill out.

“I’m going to fuck you, Violet,” I purred, toying with her pig-tail.

“But, I’m only allowed to have Master’s cock in me,” Violet protested.

“Master only meant that you couldn’t fuck other men,” I retorted. “I’m a woman, see.” I lifted my cock, exposing my flushed cunt. “Besides, Mark would want you to please me, wouldn’t he.”

“I…I guess, Mistress,” Violet flushed.

Violet laid down on the couch, her tiny breasts heaving with desire. She spread her legs as I crawled between her thighs, exposing that tight slit glistening with moisture. I crawled atop her, kissing her on the lips. Our breast rubbed together as my cock found the tight entrance to her cunt and I slid in.

“Oh my god!” I moaned. This was so amazing, so different. Violet’s cunt was a tight, warm, velvety glove squeezing so pleasurably on my cock.

I started fucking her, slowly at first, enjoying her pleasant sighs, the way the walls of her cunt sent shudders of pleasure though my body. Violets hands gripped my ass, pulling me into her as her hips started to rise up to meet my thrusts. I rose up on my arms, supporting my weight and really started to fuck her hard. My breasts bounced about and Violet bent her head and captured my right nipple, sucking it into her wet mouth.

Her tongue and mouth added new sensations to my cock plunging in and out of her cunt. My pussy ached too, hungry for touch. “Finger my cunt!” I moaned. Violet’s hand on my ass slid lower, down between my legs and two slim fingers slid into my cunt, fucking me as I fucked her. The pleasure was wickedly delicious.

I was getting close to cumming, to filling this sluts cunt with my cum. No longer was her cunt Mark’s private reserve. I had violated her, taken her last shred of innocence away from her. She was mine, now, as much as she was Mark’s. Our groins slapped together, the pressure in my ovaries was growing, tightening. I started fucking her more and more frantically, desperate for that explosive release.

“Your cunt feels so amazing,” I moaned. “You fucking whore! Gonna cum!”

I groaned as my cum spat out of my cock into her hungry cunt. My pussy spasmed on Violet’s fingers and starts swam before my darkening vision. Violet was bucking beneath me, her cunt clenching deliciously on my cock, drawing out the last of my cum, as her own orgasm rippled through her body.

Violet was panting, her face damp with sweat and a satisfied smile on her lips. “Oh, thank you, Mistress. That was so wonderful.” My cum leaked out of her tight slit, milky white and mixing with her juices.

God, that was so amazing, I thought as I breathed heavily. Would I be strong enough to give up this cock? Did I love Mark enough to give up such amazing pleasure? I looked at the sluts. Allison was sixty-nining with Desiree. Xiu was tonguing Karen’s ass, like she knew I wanted to fuck it. Chasity was tribbing with Thamina while Lillian sat on her face. Korina sat on a recliner as Fiona gently ate her cunt out, Korina cooing in pleasure and wincing in pain as every shudder jarred her wounded arm.

I wasn’t sure if I’d be strong enough, if I loved Mark enough to give up this cock. It wasn’t noon, yet. Until then, I had more sluts to fuck and my cock was hard and ready for its next hole to plunge into.

To be continued…

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I rubbed a little on – it kept growing

I was pretty much drunk, as I passed out in the hotel lobby. I remember some of my friends taking me to my suite. I woke up a day later, behind some trash cans, in a alley way. I could hear some people cheering behind me. I rolled over. Some beer cans fell of my chest. I turned to see a big crowd cheering and waving there hands. I walked over and squinted my eyes. They were cheering for a cock fight. Two big rooster were going at it. I reached into my pocket to pull out a twenty. I then get knocked over the head by a policeman.

I woke up 3 days later in a jail cell. I was set free, for a lack of evidence. There were no charges. I went to pick up my stuff. I had to sign for the money in my pocket. My passport, wallet and some clothes. I was just about ready to leave…when I heard my name.. “Mr Kelly! You forgot this.” said a voice. I turned to see a jar of white ointment and a jar of red ointment. I looked around. What the fuck was it. I walked back to the counter. I leaned in to get both jars. I tossed them with the rest of my stuff. I had no idea what the ointment was for or how I got it. I was still a little foggy, on what happened since I got to Tijuana Mexico.

I took a taxi back to my hotel. I found my bags at the front desk. I then took a taxi back to the USA. I had to sign a release form, that the two jars, were not hazardous. I told them it was for my lower back. There were no labels on either jar. I got back to my house about 6 hours later. I went right inside and fell asleep on my big water bed.

The next day, I took a long shower. I shaved some small hairs on my chest. I then shaved around my cock, making it nice and clean. I combed my short hair. I just shook my head as I saw my bags on the floor of the bathroom. I put a towel around my waist. I then leaned down to pull out the two jars of ointment. I opened the white jar first. I looked under the metal cap. There were small instruction in Spanish. I then opened the red jar. There were tiny instructions in Spanish under that cap. I smelled the ointment before I tighten both jars. There was no smell or odor. What the fuck was up with these jars of cream. I then walked back into my room. I put both jars on my night stand.

I went to my boring job making burgers. I put on the brown uniform and stood behind the counter. All day young kids kept coming in ordering burgers and fries and bitching about the heat. The only thing that made my day any brighter, was the manager of the place. “Milka” She was half Mexican and half Italian. She was all Latina, as she liked to call herself. She had the perfect olive dark skin. Almost light mocha. She always wore the sexist perfume. I usually could smell her before I saw her. She was almost like my ideal woman. She was not very voluptuous. She was only 5ft 4. But she a big personality. She just need a little bit more curves around her body. She had below average breast and a below average size butt. She would walk around and talk to the other workers about getting implants for both her breast, and ass. She always wanted to be bigger but she did not have the money for plastic surgery. I always told her she looked great. But secretly I wish she had bigger curves.

I went home that night, thinking about Milka. It was close to midnight, that I finally went to bed. I closed my eyes. I could feel my cock get hard. I pushed off my silk sheets. I reached into my night stand. I pulled out a small bottle of baby oil. Fuck it was empty. The cap fell off and leaked out in my night stand. I then rolled back and stared at the ceiling. My cock was semi hard. I wanted to stoke it, make all 9 3/4 inch’s rock hard. I started to think. What could I use for some lubrication on my cock?

A second later. I reached on too of my night stand. I pulled one of the jars of ointment off the night stand. The one I got from Tijuana. I loosen the metal cap. I smelled the ointment again. I put some of the white ointment on my pinkie. It felt Ok. Nothing bad had happened. I rubbed a tiny drop between my fingers. It felt good, rubbing my two fingers together. I could feel how soft the ointment was making my fingers. My fingers were well lubricated with a small amount of the ointment. I laughed out loud. What could happen. It was just a weird jar of ointment from Tijuana. I was near a hospital. I then closed my eyes. I picture Milka naked, with big breast and a huge ass. I took a small amount, maybe a half teaspoon, in my left palm. I put the jar back on the night stand.

A minute later. I closed my eyes as I started to rub my cock. The ointment felt really good on my cock. The hairs on my skin started to move. I felt a tingling sensation up my spine. My mouth got wet. I licked my lips as I stroked my cock. I put some of the ointment on my big naked balls. The started to get really warm and began to get hotter. I was really enjoying the ointment. My mind was racing with thoughts of big breasted Milka and what I love to do to her voluptuous body.

My eyes opened. I could feel my cock getting hotter. Oh fuck!! I thought. I quickly rolled over to grab the other jar of ointment. I opened the red jar. I took out the same amount of ointment as the first jar. I started to rub the red ointment on my cock and balls. It immediately started to cool down my cock and balls. The hair on my whole body flexed. My skin was alive. I started to think about Milka again. It only took me a few minutes before I exploded all over my bed. Big thick streams of my white cum, erupted out my cock, into the air. It kept going. I had never ejaculated that much before and for so long. My cock was hard again in a matter of seconds. I jacked off again, and again. Each time it felt better than before. Each time my cock ejaculated more cum than before. I had cum so many times. I lost track (Dozen Times) and fell asleep. With my cock in my left hand.

“Beep!! Beep!!” My alarm clock was going off. I quickly rolled out of bed. I looked down to see my sheets covered in cum stains. There was pink ointment on my chest, hands, and ass. Some on my sheets. I hurried to get in the shower and clean myself up. I had about an hour to get to work. I felt the hot water on my face. I could feel the ointment on my body wash off. I took a bar soap to clean, my chest, abs and face. I then dropped the soap down to clean my cock. I opened my eyes. What the fuck, I thought. I looked down…….My cock was huge. My balls were huge. What the fuck had happened. I was stunned. I kept looking between my legs. I could not think. I just washed my cock and balls with soap. I then quickly dried off as I stood in front of my mirror.

My cock was big. Now I was huge. I was as big as before when I was hard. I ran into my room. I pulled out a ruler from my desk. I grabbed my cock and held it up. I slipped the ruler underneath. I was 12inch long, soft. How big could I get hard? What the fuck? I thought. I then looked at the two jars of cream on my night stand. I ran over to open the jars again. I tried to rub my finger on the bottom, around the side. I then rub the Spanish lettering under the metal jars. There was some glue keeping up the small label. It fell off into my hand. I looked down to see the bottom of the label had very small writing.

I quickly looked in my desk. I finally reached all the way in the back. I pulled out my magnifying glass. I brought the small label up, to take a look. The words were in English. The letters were so small. “Warning. This ointment is to be used in very small amounts. The ointment will cause a warm feeling on the skin. Over time this will pass. Then your skin will feel very smooth and vibrant. Fixes all blemishes, wrinkles and skin conditions. DO NOT RUB on your most private area. This may cause extreme sexual urges. DO NOT MIX with re…………” The last part had rubbed off.

I opened the red jar. Ripped off the warning label. Then I flipped it over. I held it under the magnifying glass. “Warning. This ointment is to be used in very small amounts. The ointment will cause a cool feeling on the skin. Over time this will pass. Then your skin will feel very smooth and vibrant. Fixes all blemishes, wrinkles and skin conditions. DO NOT RUB on your most private area. This may cause extreme sexual urges. WARNING …. DO NOT MIX with the White Ointment. This will cause affected area, to have a large growth rate. Good luck to you! Thank you for shopping Tijuana Big Dong Store.”

I put both jars back on my night stand. I ran over to get some under wear on. I tried to stuff my huge cock in a pair of white boxers. I could not get them on. I put on my work shirt. I then pulled up my brown work pants. I looked down to the front of my pants, where huge. My fucking huge cock was bulging out the front. I could barely breath as I got my hat from my closet. I ran out the door and jumped into my car. I got to work in a flash. I kept looking down at my cock, in my work pants. What the fuck? I kept thinking.

It was about an hour into my shift. I could hear some of the female employee giggle when they passed me. Was my uniform that tight. Was my big cock giving me away. I was a good looking guy. But was never a ladies man. I was a little shy. I used to get picked on for being tall and thin. I then worked out and got bigger muscles. Now my cock caught up with the new me. “Buck! Come to my office.” I heard a voice say behind me. I turned to see Milka. She put her finger up, to motion for me to follow her, to her office. She was sipping on a straw. She had just made herself a big vanilla shake. All the employees started to talk. I guess, I was in trouble.

“Shut the door.” said Milka in her sexy Latina accent. I closed the small door behind me. I had to go down a long hallway. Next to the freezer, was her small office. There was enough room for a small desk. One chair on either side of her desk. There were two metal filing cabinets behind her. I smiled as she motion for me to sit down. Her milk shake was on the edge of the table, near her left side. She put her elbows down on the desk. “How are you today?” she said. “Good! How are you?” I said. “Good! I have to ask you a question. Did you shrink your work clothes? Did you wash them in hot water?” she said. “No! I washed them a few days ago, in cold water. Why?” I said. “Well some of the employees have been whispering today about your uniform. I came to look at you. I took one look and was astonished how tight your uniform was on you. It was not this tight yesterday.” said Milka.

I smiled. “Something happened. I can’t explain it.” I said. She smiled. “Buck! You can tell me. I am the boss here. You like working here? Everyone likes you. Your a very hard worker. Is it a medical problem? A rare condition? Did you get hurt on your vacation?” she said. “Thanks.. I do like working here. Everyone very nice. Your a great boss. It’s hard to explain.” I said. “Buck! Stand up… Walk over here. Stand next to my desk. Now tell me. What is up with you tight uniform?” she demanded.

My mouth dropped open as I finally got a big whiff of her perfume. It hit just in the perfect place. I looked down to see the front of my uniform move. Milka eyes moved to the front of my work pants. Her eyes got big. She was sitting there in her manger’s uniform. A super tight golf shirt and tight green pants. I could see her left nipple get hard. My cock twitched. Just then…”POP!!!” I looked down to see a big plastic button fly off the front of my work pants. It flew bye Milka face and hit the filing cabinet. She gasped. “What was that?” she said. Just then….”Bam!!! I looked down to see my zipper come open. I then felt cold air on my cock, as it fell out and hung down for her.

“OMG Buck! I never you knew you were this big. I have been checking you out all the time. From the front and back. I never thought you were packing this much prime beef.” she said. Her eyes got big as my cock stuck straight out. I slipped my hands inside my work pants. I moved them down just under my hard ass. I heard her shriek when my huge balls fell out, for her to see. Her mouth was just wide open. “I bought some ointment down in Tijuana..These two jars of ointment..” I tried to say. “Does it hurt?” she interrupted. She then fell out her chair, onto her knees in front of me. She ran her tongue down the length of my cock. She had to use two hands to get a hold of it. She used two hands to jack my cock at her mouth. She could only get the tip of my cock in her mouth. She was trying to swallow more than just an inch.

Her tongue was licking all over the tip of my cock. She was running her hands all over my cock. I moved my hips forward shoving more of my cock in her mouth. She would just gag and try to spit me out. Her mouth was so far open, her eyes were getting wet as she gagged. She was quite good at sucking cock. I felt her hands move on my hard abs, she then dropped both her hands to fondle my large balls. Both were bigger than her small hands. She then dropped her head under my cock, to lick each one of my full balls. I put my cock on her big head of hair. She giggled as she dropped her head back and my cock blocked out her face. She went back to jacking my cock faster. I felt a big rush of excitement go through my body. I usually could hold out longer. But not after applying the ointment to my cock. My mouth dropped open.

“Ummmm!!!!” I said. Milka looked up. She then looked at the large vein on my cock. It moved, she quickly grabbed her milk shake on the desk. She dumped out her full vanilla shake in the garbage can, next to her desk. She then aimed my cock at the 44oz cup. I just smiled. I then erupted a huge load into the cup. She kept jacking my cock. I watched her eyes get bigger as I filled up the cup. She then squeezed my balls and spit on my cock head. I looked down to see one last drop fall out the tip of my cock head, into the cup. She held up the cup, next to her face. “God Damn Buck! You filled that shit up. I never seen that much cum in all my life. God are you hard again?” she said. She put the lid on her cup of cum. She sucked on her straw and licked her lips.

“Knock! Knock! Hello Milka! Big Boss Stephanie is here to see you.” said a voice outside her small office door. “Be right there. Tell her to look at Station 2 before she comes in. Thank you.” said Milka. I reached down to pull up my tight work pants. I looked at Milka, who was cleaning herself off with some napkins. “How do I look?” she said. “Good! Should I go out and buy a new uniform?” I said. “No! I will order you a new one. Buck! You can’t tell anyone about this. It’s not right. I’m the manager. Your an employee. I had fun, but this was a one time thing honey.” she said in a very sexy Latina accent.

I shut her office door as I walked out into the kitchen. My cock was still hard as I went to punch out. I went straight home to take a shower. My cock was getting hard under the hot water. I was just about ready to stroke it again, when my cell phone rang. I got out of the shower and look down at the screen. It was Milka, from work. “Hello! This is Buck…” I said. “Hi! Buck! I just want to see how you were doing.” said Milka. “I’m good. How are you?” I said. There was a short pause. “I’m good. I have been thinking about what just happened in my office. I can’t get your huge cock out of my mind. I never felt anything like that before.” she said. “Same here.” I said. “It got my thinking. Do you still have some of that cream? You said it made you bigger. From Tijuana. Do you think it might make me bigger? I mean there might be a chance.” she said.

Was she really asking about the cream. My mouth fell open. “I’m not sure it will work on you, like it did with me. There are warning labels on the jars. I’m not sure if it will work on a woman, like it has done with my me. I guess there a possibility.” I said. “Like you said…Maybe it would work on me. I love to find out Buck. It’s all I can think about. Of course!! I would need your experience, with the cream. On how it works. I would need you to apply it to my body. What are you doing now sweetie?” she said. “Just getting out of the shower.” I said. “Well if your up for it. I will text you over directions to my house.” said Milka. “Ok!” I said. I was more than up for it. I could barely squeeze my cock in my tan cargo shorts.

About an hour later, I pulled into Milka driveway. There were two mini vans parked out front. I pulled my car behind Milka’s mini van. I knew Milka was not married. But was she seeing anyone. I kept thinking about rubbing ointment all over her body. I knocked on the front door. “Knock! Knock!” A few seconds later the door opened. “Hey sweetie Buck!” said Milka I almost fell over in front of her door. She had a pair of tight black spandex pants on. She had them pulled over her calves, just below the knee. She had 4inch black wooden heels, that were huge on her small feet. They looked like something out of the 70’s. Big platform heels. My cock moved in my shorts from her heels.

I moved my eyes above her waist. She was wearing a super tight white spandex tube top, that clung to her below average breast. She was wearing no bra or thong under her spandex pants. I could see her camel toe from a mile away. She had big gold hoop earrings on and matching gold bracelets on her wrist. She had a white flower above her left ear. Her long curly black hair hung down to her shoulders. She stopped to get a pedicure and manicure. She had matching fiery red nails on her toes and fingers. I could see the same white flower in her hair, drawn on her nails. She licked her fiery red lips with her tongue. She looked me up and down, in her doorway, as she invited me in.

I was wearing a black Kiss shirt, and a pair of cargo shorts. I just had on a pair of white low cut sneakers. She smiled as she shut her front door. “You look nice.” I said. “Thank you sweetie. Any trouble finding the place? I’m glad my directions were good then. Did you bring it?” she said. I smiled. “Its in my shorts.” I said. “No! The cream silly.” she giggled. She reached up to squeeze my ass, as we walked into her living room. I then stopped. “Buck! This is Macy. She is me best friend. My Chica for life” said Milka. Both girls laughed.

I smiled. Milka friend was very tiny. Maybe 4ft 10. She had the same color skin and big brunette hair. She had the same fiery red finger and toe nails as Milka. She was wearing a super tight pair of dark denim Capri jeans. They hung just below her knee. She had long legs and the perfect little ass. She was wearing a red spaghetti strap top that barely contained her nice firm breast. She was well proportion for her size. She smiled as her eye when directly to the front of my cargo shorts. I knew Milka had told her about my cock. But had she told her about the ointment. I caught my breath as each girl sat together on Milka leather couch. They were drinking some white wine in these huge ass glasses. I could only watch them sip from these big glasses, and try not to laugh.

“Nice to meet you Macy.” I said. “Oh! Nice to meet you Buck. I’ve heard nothing but big things about you.” said Macy with a southern accent. Both girls giggled as they sipped there wine. Macy then leaned into Milka’s right ear. She whispered something. Then Milka smiled. I looked around the room. They had been drinking for awhile. I was now in front of them. As they each fold there leg over there left leg. Macy licked her lips. “Buck! It looks like your cargo shorts are having the same problem as your uniform. From this afternoon. That was close today. My boss kept watching me drink my big white milk shake. I hope you don’t mind. But I told Macy about what happen. She is my Chica. Did you tell anyone?” said Milka. I shook my head “No!”

“That a good boy. Now I want you to show Macy your big fat cock. Don’t be shy. Let her see. She doesn’t believe me. I did not even tell her how you got that big. Come her baby. Let me help.” said Milka. I smiled as Milka leaned up to take off my belt. She then pulled on the button keeping my shorts up. She struggled as Macy leaned up to help. She had tiny hands as they ripped off the button holding up my shorts. Then they pulled down my zipper. They each grabbed the sides of my cargo shorts. They pulled them around my ankles. “Fuck! Damn!! Look at the size of him Milka” said Macy. “Oh! God! Yes! He is already hard. Just like today. Buck! I drained your big cock today. Got anymore for me? We better help you, then I will tell Macy how you got this big. Fuck that ointment is the bomb. Baby!” said Milka. “What ointment Milka. God! Look at the size of that fuck stick. Damn! Our two hands can’t get around it.” said Macy.

I felt both of there tongues on the tip of my cock. I felt Milka’s hands on my big naked balls. She rolled them around in her hands as Macy used both her small hands to jack my cock in her mouth. She could barely get any of my cock in her mouth. She struggled to open her mouth wide enough. I smiled as I watched both girls suck my cock. They took turns trying to see who could swallow the most. I just moved my hips, helping them suck harder. I reached down to play with both girls average size breast. Milka moaned as I squeezed her breast. Macy started to fondle my hard ass. Then Milka started to spank my hard ass. Both girls were running there mouths down the side of my cock. I could see them kiss, as they let go of my cock. Milka looked up. She had big fake eyes lashes and dark blue mascare on. She grabbed my cock and beat her friends face with it. Both girls giggled.

A second later Milka pulled her tube top down. Her saggy breast fell out and onto her chest. Macy pulled out her tiny firm breast. She had little dark purple nipples, that were erect. Each girl took turns rubbing my cock on there breast. Each girl had a hard time tit fucking my huge cock. They both tried hard to push there breast together. I was gripping there nipples and pulling on them as my cock slapped between there small cleavage. I watched as the both ran there tongues around the tip of my cock. They both used there hands to jack my cock quite fast. I moved in with my hips. I started to get excited. “Oh Fuck! He going to blow…” screamed Milka. Macy and Milka moved there heads. They aimed my cock at the leather couch. I leaned back and erupted. “What the fuck? It’s so much.” yelled Macy. “There he blows…” yelled Milka. They kept pumping cock, until nothing came out. They both licked me clean. I had unloaded almost the same size load in Milka’s office, this afternoon. Her couch had turned from brown to white.

Macy went back to taking a sip of her wine. Milka got up and got some towels, to clean her couch. Both girls kept looking at my semi hard cock. In 5 minutes, I was rock hard again. “That is just not right. My old boyfriend would go right to bed.” said Macy. “Mine would take a week to get hard again.” giggled Milka. Milka tossed the towels in toher laundry room. She then came back with a tape measure. “What were you before?” said Milka. “9 3/4inches!” I said. She held my cock up and pulled out the tape measure. “20 1/2inches now !!! 4 hands round!!” she giggled. “Fuck! I had no idea. All in one night.” I said.

“Wait! How did you get this big? In one night?? You got to be joking.” said Macy. “No! Macy! It’s true. I asked some of the girls at work. All of them said he had a nice package. But today, he was huge in his uniform. Also that two of the biggest cum shots, I have ever seen.” said Milka. “Ok! What up with all the cum? How did you get so big, in one night?” said Macy. “I was in Tijuana . Some how I bought this ointment. I used some of it. It made all this happen.” I said. I pointed to my huge cock. Milka smiled. “Damn! That must be some kinda of ointment.” said Macy. “It also tighten all my muscles. I feel bigger in my arms and legs. Not to mention I have all this stamina. I used to take about 10-15 minutes to get hard. Now its just minutes. Sometimes seconds. The next load his bigger and feels better. I jerked my cock about a dozen times last night. Before I fell asleep.” I said.

“Can I see the ointment now?” said Milka. “Wait, you brought it with you. You want to get bigger?” said Macy. “No!” I said. “Macy! He brought it for me…silly.” said Milka. I smiled as I walked toward my cargo shorts. Both girls quickly sat back on the clean couch. I reached into my big pockets. I pulled out the white jar and the red jar. I walked back to the couch. “Let me see.” said Milka. She opened the white jar. They both smelled the ointment. “There no smell.” said Macy. “What’s in the red jar?” said Milka. “I used some of the white ointment, then I applied some of the red ointment. I went from feeling hot, hot, hot,—to feeling cool, cool. Then I got super horny. Jerked my cock all night. Then woke up with this huge cock.” I pointed to the girls.

They both looked at each other. “I’m not kidding. You will get really horny. Never enough sex…” I said. Both girls smiled. “I have to see this.” said Macy. “I’ve been so horny thinking about it all day. Give me some Buck. Be gentle.” said Milka. “Go easy.” said Macy. I smiled. I opened the white jar. “Let me read you the warning label. I don’t want you to say, I did not warn you.—“Warning. This ointment is to be used in very small amounts. The ointment will cause a warm feeling on the skin. Over time this will pass. Then your skin will feel very smooth and vibrant. Fixes all blemishes, wrinkles and skin conditions. DO NOT RUB on your most private area. This may cause extreme sexual urges. DO NOT MIX with re…… The last part rubbed off. Are you Ok with me applying this to your body?” I said. “Yes! Go right ahead. Buck!” said Milka.

Milka stood up. She started to undress in front of me and her best friend, Macy. I smiled as she was now naked. She was only wearing her small wooden heels. I could smell her sexy perfume. I could not smell her wet pussy. I could tell her small g-string was wet. It made a loud noise, as she pulled it off between her legs. A second later, I started to rub some of the white ointment on Milka saggy breast. She followed my hands and fingers as I played with her average size breast. I then moved her around by her hips. My big hands on her waist. I started to rub some of the ointment on her average size ass. She giggled. Macy starred at her friend.

“How do you feel?” I said. Milka looked around. “Good! Am I growing yet?” she said. “No not yet. But you look super hot, all wet.” I said. “Rub some on my thighs, make sure you get all over these boobs and my ass.” said Milka. I smiled as I rubbed some more ointment on her. I saw Macy looking at my cock. She leaned forward to scoop up my hard cock. Milka looked down at her friend fondling my cock. Both girls started to stroke my cock. “MMMMmmm. My body starting to get warm, Buck. Should you put on some of the red ointment?” said Milka. “In due time. Let me do this, and this first.” I said. I twisted both her juicy small nipples. She screamed with pleasure. I watched Macy start to lick my cock from sitting on the couch.

A second later Milka pushed her friend off my cock. “He all mine. Give me some of the big cock. I’m so warm. My body is tingling. My skin!!!” screamed Milka. I watched as she bent over to suck my cock. I reached down to play with her ass. I put one finger near her pussy. I could now smell her wet pussy. She was sucking my cock faster than before. She looked up into my eyes. I could tell it was time for the red ointment. Her skin was on fire. She was now turning a dark red. I smiled as she let go of my cock. Macy went back to sucking my cock as I rubbed some red ointment all over Milka, warm body. “Oh! God! It feel so cold on my skin. I feel so perfect. My skin feels so wonderful. Give me that cock back.” she grunted at Macy.

I watched as Milka started to get more of my cock in her mouth, than before. She now deep throat a few inches. She gagged and spit me out. She looked down at Macy. She pointed to have Macy get off the couch. Which, she did. I then watched Milka sit on her ass. She put her legs up over her head. As far back as she could go. I watched as she licked her fingers. Than she stuck one in her pussy. She orgasm very quick. I watched as she squirted out her pussy onto her carpet. “I never done that before. That was such an intense orgasm. Buck! Stick that big cock in me. NOW!!!” she shouted. I spit on my cock and then rubbed it on Milka’s small pussy lips. She grunted as I slapped her juicy pussy with my cock. Macy looked down at her friend. She then stood next to me as we both watched the tip of my cock enter her friends pussy.

“Yes! Yes! Squeeze that big cock in my pussy baby. Macy spit on his cock. Help him baby..” screamed Milka. Macy spit on my cock, as she reached down to help me put my cock in her friends pussy. I moved my hips forward pushing the tip of my cock inside her tight pussy. Her pussy open up, slowly at first. I was not sure how much she could take. I just had the first inch in before she pushed me out. Then I pushed it back in. Another inch inside her before she pushed me out. I wiped my cock on her wet pussy lips. I then pushed three inches inside her. She screamed. I thought I was going to split her in half. Milka screamed. She then started to orgasm very hard on my cock. It felt like boiling hot water, as it rushed down the side of my hard cock.

I leaned down to start to suck on Milka’s left breast. I got her tiny nipple in my mouth. She was moaning. I felt Macy hands around my cock as I fucked her friend faster. I then stopped moving, as Macy used my cock to fuck Milka’s tight pussy. I then moaned from Milka’s tight pussy. Both girls moaned in my ear. I felt Macy suck the back of my neck as I fucked Milka faster. I was close to cumming. Milka’s pussy was so tight. A few minutes later I arched my back. Macy stopped sucking my neck as she fell onto the couch. I felt Milka’s hands on my ass. “Don’t stop Buck! Keep fucking me. Fuck me with that big cock. Fuck!!!!!” she screamed. I looked down as the head of my cock, and three inches was inside her. I then felt a huge explosion. I watched as her pussy filled up. I then felt her pussy exploded and jets of hot cum spurted out into the air. Both girls screamed as I kept filling Milka’s pussy with cum. A few minutes later I fell back onto the floor.

Milka put her fingers in her pussy, then licked her fingers of my juices. Macy put her fingers in her friend cum filled pussy. “Fuck! Another huge ass load. Milka…Are you Ok?” said Macy. “God! He taste so good. Are you alive Buck?” said Milka. I mumbled something. Both girls giggled. “Mmmm…I’m so horny. Are you ready again?” shouted Milka. I smiled. Then Macy got up. She looked down at me. “Buck!” she said in a real cute way. “You want some of the ointment to.” I said. She giggled and bounced up and down.

Milka and I applied a small amount of the ointment, from both jars on Macy small body parts. I then unloaded a huge load inside Macy very tight pussy. Milka leaned down to clean out her friends pussy. Macy had a huge orgasm in her friends greedy mouth. Then both girls started to kiss. I looked down to see my cock was rock hard. Both girls eyes opened at the same time. They both took turns fucking me on the floor. Later I picked up both girls and carried them upstairs to Milka’s, big king size bed. I laid in the middle as they took turns using my cock. A few hours passed before we all fell asleep…..

I opened my eyes. What time was it? I moved my head to the right. Milka had her back to me. I moved my head to the left. Macy had her back to me. I looked down. My body was covered in dry cum, and pussy juices. It had been less than 48 hours. I now had a huge giant cock. I was super horny, and I had two older women who wanted me all the time. “Eeeekkkk!!!! Oh my god!!!! ” said Macy…”Fuck!!!! Oh God!!!” yelled Milka. Just then both girls flipped over, hitting me with there super hue breast. I screamed. “Fuck!!!!” Both girls looked at me. Then at themselves. “Looks like the ointment worked. Your both huge. Get off the bed and stand in front of me. Fuck!! Your both so hot…” I said.

Macy rolled off her side of the bed. Milka strutted over next to her best friend. They both looked at each other. Both girls were almost the same. Milka was slightly bigger. She no longer had average size breast, or tiny nipples. Her breast were huge and sat high on her chest. Both her huge breast scooped down and stopped below her waist. Her nipples were purple, and the size of my thumb. She had two large dark 4inch aerlos on both breast. She now had wide hips, big thick thighs, and super tight calves. Her whole body was in proportion to her large breast. She turned to show off her huge, perfect round shape ass. She had the size of two J Lo booties in the back. My mouth was dripping. Her pussy was still small, but covered in thick dark hair.

I then checked out Macy. She was slightly smaller than Milka, in the breast department. Her breast cascaded down just under her belly button. Her nipples were bigger and looked wet. She turned to show off her quite large thick ass. The did not use the cream on her thighs, and legs. She had grown some in her legs, to balance out the rest of her body. Macy pussy looked just like Milka’s. Both girls giggled again as they looked at each other. I was sitting on the edge of the bed facing them. My cock was sticking straight out.

Milka was first. She tossed me on the bed. She then sat her tight pussy on my cock. Her huge breast rested on my face. She got half of my cock in her wet pussy. She orgasm fast. She put her hands on the wooden head board, behind my head. She was pulling hard on the wood, as she slammed her pussy on my cock. Macy watched her friend. She started to rub her pussy. She then pinched her big nipples and screamed. Milka rubbed her breast on my mouth. She then orgasm again, after I dumped another huge load in her pussy. Macy sucked my cock clean. She licked Milka pussy clean, before she fucked my big cock. I fucked her for over an hour, unloading two huge loads in her pussy.

A few weeks later:

I can hear Macy, and Milka walking toward the pool. There high heels clicking on the wet cement. I’m floating in the deep end. I see they brought are sexy new nanny from Sweden. She doesn’t speak a word of English. She blonde, with little boobs and a small ass. She wrote us asking for a boob job, and implants for her ass. She saw Milka, and Macy on a chat line. She wanted to meet them in person. Turns out both girls are pregnant. There have the same due date. Milka and I won two big lawsuits from the fast food place. They got some of the female managers to have sex with me. Some of the male managers with her and Macy.

I also started a sex clinic for woman with out curves and small butts. My goal to give them bigger assets. My cock been getting a good work out from all the women, who want some of my special ointment. I checked the two jars yesterday. Both are half full. I might have to make another trip down to the ..Tijuana Big Dong Store.

Love

Buck

xoox

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The families that play together get layed a lot

The Dallas Fathers’ Club

There are fathers’ clubs all over the United States, probably all over the world, dedicated to the proposition that sex between parents and their children is a good thing. Of course you will not find them listed in the yellow pages or advertised on billboards, at least not in this country. However they do exist and they all seem to have many members. In fact I was surprised a secret of this sort could be so well kept. As a rule it is necessary to be an incestuous parent in order to find one of these groups. There is another way as I found out.

In Dallas I hung out at a small fast food place over near the Methodist Hospital. My painful divorce had become final and I had moved from Minnesota to Dallas to make a fresh start. As I found out, no matter how far you run you are still there when you stop running. That is an old AA maxim. I had been sober for two years at the time and still had more of the alcoholic’s behavior patterns than those of the “straight sober citizen.” I made good money and had no one to share it with. The North Dallas AA club and the little fast food franchise were my only social outlets.

Beth Ann, another lonely person and I became friends. She was a tiny dishwater blond from east Texas who was starving for company, any man’s company. She was barely five feet tall and looked like a model for “The Waif’s,” that series of pictures of very young girls with big eyes and lonely expressions on their faces. She made the first advances because, as she told me, “You look a lot like my daddy.”

I was thirty-eight and knew I was at least twenty years older than she. As with all too many lonely people, within a week we were sleeping together. When the rent on her room came due she moved in with me. She had an extensive sex education and shared what she knew with me. Then came the first eye opener, about a week after she moved in.

“Your dick is a lot different from my Daddy’s,” she told me one evening as we undressed for bed.

“Oh?” I replied for lack of anything to say.

“Yeah, he’s got his skin cut off and y’alls don’t.” She looked at mine critically and added,
“You take more time than he ever did.”

“Oh?” I answered. This was a conversation I have never had with anyone before. It was one of the few times I had nothing much to say.

“Uh huh, when you and me is doin’ it I close my eyes and pretend it is him pokin’ me. I miss him. He’s in prison, you know.” No I did not know.

“What is he in for?” I asked, more to have something to say than to find out anything. I figured I already knew what he was serving time for, fucking his underage daughter.

“Manslaughter,” she said so matter of fact I almost missed it. “He ran over a dude who tried to rip off his stash. Daddy makes the best shine in Texas.” She got a soft smile on her face whenever she mentioned her “Daddy.”

“I’m goin’ to a meetin’ tonight, want to go along?” she asked.

“Okay, might as well. I never attended AA here in Texas.”

“Oh no,” she laughed, “This ain’t about drinkin’ and shit like that. This is the Fathers’ Club. I’ll vouch for you.”

That evening, at Beth Ann’s insistence, I put on a pair of western cut gabardine pants, my dress boots and a western cut shirt. “Gee! I exclaimed as I looked in the mirror, I look just like a cowboy.”

“No, you look like a banker trying to look like a cowboy. That’s what I want you to look like for the meeting tonight. There’s going to be some high powered people there, probably a couple of oilmen and such. I don’t want them looking down at you like they did my daddy,”

“Okay, whatever pops your bubble.” I did not know what she wanted or what her plan was because she worked on a timetable of her own.

Then Beth Ann went into the bedroom and came back out ten minutes later. She had changed! Oh hell how she had changed. She had on a little girl mini dress, thong panties that showed there were no hairs on her pussy, a little girl bow in her hair and no makeup whatsoever. She looked like she was ten years old. “Pick your jaw up off the floor and let’s go,” she told me. She looked very pleased at my reaction.

“Beth Ann,” I asked her, “I never asked before but how old are you really?” A niggling little worry nibbled at one corner of my mind. There is no fucking way any girl could look this young and still be street legal.

“Thirteen,” she told me and grinned. “You like young pussy?” I could tell by the self-satisfied smirk on her face she had played this game before. “Now come on, let’s go.”

We left the apartment and rode the elevator down to the ground floor. Two women rode down with us. They kept giving Beth Ann strange looks. I was thankful when we got in my Chevy and took off.

The directions she gave me landed us out in North East Dallas where all the houses were at least a hundred years old and built along the same Steamboat Gothic design. They were a row of millionaires’ tract houses. I parked on the street where she said and urged me,
“Come on! I want to get you introduced to everybody and watch your entrance exam.” Entrance exam? What the hell was this?

Thirteen is awfully young in Texas; in fact you can get in a whole lot of trouble. Right now Beth Ann looked like she was too young to have her period yet and she was taking me to a party at a house that cost a million five at least. The fact that she just admitted she was thirteen did little to ease my mind. She grinned at my nervousness and rang the doorbell. “I hope I don’t live to regret this,” I told her, only half joking.

When the door opened to admit us, I almost shit a brick. It was the owner of the company I worked for. “Hi Larry,” Beth Ann told him, “This is Randy. He’s kind of standing in for my daddy.

“Beth Ann, You know the rules, no strangers.” He frowned at me once and looked back at her.

“I’m sorry, Mister Hinkle,” I told him, “She did not tell me whose home she was taking me to. I apologize, and now good night.”

“How do you know my name?” he demanded in a hard voice. I had heard stories of the bodyguards he had near him at all times. The man was a billionaire two times over and had an invisible screen of security covering him at all times.

“Well sir, I see you every morning when you come through the front gate at the plant and head up to your offices. I do your air conditioning and refrigeration. Again, I apologize for the intrusion and we will be on our way.”

“Wait,” he said. I could see him thinking hard. “I have a bit of a problem here. This house in not listed in my name. This is a completely anonymous party house and weekend retreat where I entertain a few friends. It is a sort of a special interest club. We do not welcome un-vouched for strangers into our midst. On the other hand I cannot permit you to just leave.”

Oh shit, I had heard stories about what happened to his enemies and always discounted them. Suddenly I realized those stories just might be true. “Look sir, if I’m not fired over this, I’ll just take Beth Ann and leave. As I said, I do not wish to be an embarrassment to anyone.” I turned away and said, ‘Come on, Beth Ann, lets go.”

“Fuck you Larry,” she shrilled at him, “The attorney general guy tried to cut a deal with Daddy to give up some names. He said he would go to bat for Daddy if Daddy would name names.” She looked up at him and frowned, “Now you pull this kind of bull shit on me?
Randy here is okay I’m living with him and he treats me right. So what’s the deal?”

Leonard “Larry” Hinkle said, “Come in.” We followed him through a large living room. He led us on past and into his office. As he took a seat he told me, “Look, I am sorry for the greeting but one of our members has been arrested and charged, They have his daughter in custody and threaten him he will never see her again. That damned crazy wife of his caught them kissing and went crazy. My attorney has been trying to gain access to the girl but his attorney blocked every attempt. I think he has a deal going with the DA.

Beth Ann took her clothes off, tossed them on a nearby chair and crawled up on my boss’s lap. He began to absently caress her pussy while his mind was a million miles away.
Since I had been through a shit storm where my ex accused me of fucking our daughters I felt a ton of sympathy for the man. Although I had not stuck my cock in them I had played with their pussies and I had gotten inside a couple of their friends.

She wiggled her ass and asked, “Who is it?”

“Billy Horton,” he replied.

That was a name I knew. Billy Horton was campaigning for support to run for state senate.
Then I remembered something about his ex. She loved to go to the jazz clubs in East Dallas. I love Jazz and knew quite a few people in the jazz scene. There were a few tales floating around about her.

“What if I could make the ex-wife take it all back?” I asked. What if she changed her story and The DA had to drop her like a hot potato?”

“It’s not the district attorney who has her, it’s the attorney general,” he corrected me. “I’m listening,” he told me and slipped his finger in Beth Ann’s pussy. She moaned and licked his throat.

I grinned, “Well she likes to frequent some of the dives over on the east side and loves cock that’s Black and dogs of any color. Let her do a line of coke and she might try to take on an elephant’s trunk if somebody had an elephant handy.”

He made a snap decision. “Take your clothes off and be ready to answer the door for me. Beth Ann knows who is welcome and who is not. You’re the first ones here and I need to make some calls in private.” Well, we sure weren’t in Kansas any more, I decided. Then the fun began.

The grandfather clock along one wall struck nine and I was nervous as I waited for the door chimes to sound. When they did chime, a man in his mid forties smiled and led three young girls into the house. The oldest was about thirteen. The middle one looked to be perhaps eleven and the youngest was not over seven. “You a new member?” he asked. Then he looked beside me and said, “Hi Beth Ann.”

“Hi, Walter,” she answered him. “You might as well get your clothes off and get settled. More will be arriving in a little bit.”

The one I thought was about seven came over to me, took hold of my cock and gave it a big suck. “I’m Melody,” she told me and grinned.

Her father smiled down at his precocious daughter. “She is a feisty one.” They went into one of the bedrooms and came back out five minutes later naked. He had a slight belly bulge and about seven or eight inches of uncut cock. They went over to the bar and each got a beer. The two older girls each took a Lone Star; the young one got a six-ounce “chubb” mini bottle of beer while their father helped himself to a Tuborg. They went over to the DVD player and began to choose some music.

Just then the chimes sounded and I answered the door again. Four adults and a bunch of kids, mostly female greeted me, glanced down at my hard on and entered. One of the two boys with them, a kid about fourteen stopped long enough to grab my cock and squeeze it. Damn but that felt erotic. It was the first time a male ever played with my peter. Since I liked it I figured maybe I ought to check into that sort of thing a little.

Larry Hinkle finally came back in with a very pretty young blond in tow. “This is my youngest daughter Rene, she’s eleven,” he told me. I want you to lead her out into the middle of the room and fuck her in front of everybody here. This will be your test to join the club.

I did not ask what the alternative would be if I refused. I did not want to even think about it.
“Okay with you?” I asked the girl.

“I love to perform,” she told me. She spread her legs as soon as she lay down on the heavy, luxurious carpet. “Lick me inside!” she called back at me.

No man who wants to get promoted disobeys the boss or his daughter. I went down on my belly and began to lick her sweet young pussy. As I licked and probed her with my tongue I looked up and saw her father, my boss, watching. He had a glazed look in his eyes. That son of a bitch was about to get off watching his young daughter have sex. I knew my kids fucked but I never thought of watching them get fucked as a turn on.

“Let’s go sixty-nine,” she cooed. I switched around and started to lick per pussy some more. I felt her tender lips surround my cock head and her tongue began to go to work. I cum in less than five minutes. Rene jumped up. She had not swallowed. She ran to her father and planted a big kiss on his mouth. He licked all of my cum out of her mouth and smiled at me and nodded.

I needed a few minutes to recover. The little shit sucked me dry and it would take a little time to build up another charge. “Wait,” I heard a young boy say. It was the one who groped me when he came in the door. “I want to fuck your ass. His skinny young peter was already hard.

Rene called at me, “Do it!”

“Well, here goes nothin’ I guess,” I told him.

Rene rushed over and began to lick my ass and deliver a lot of saliva to it. Just as soon as she jumped up I felt his slender four-inch cock slip into my ass. “Oh shit!” I exclaimed. At first it surprised me and then I liked the sensation. We fucked for a while and then he cum in me. This was certainly an evening of firsts. I felt a dry orgasm start in my ass and work its way out. I had heard of dry cumming but this was my first experience to feel one.

Some adult took the boy’s place and began to fuck me hard. At first it was almost painful.
Then when he cum in my ass I had another dry orgasm. Christ but I was glad I would not have to work the next day. My body would not have made it.

As soon as the guy pulled his tool out of my abused ass I stood and staggered over to the bar for a drink. I leaned there and sipped on a Lone Star and looked around. I saw Beth Ann sandwiched between two guys, taking it up the ass and in the cunt at the same time. I could hear her moans clear across the room. I felt like an amateur compared to her. She could write a whole sex manual all by herself and pose for every illustration.

The chimes sounded and I staggered to the door. Damn but my ass hurt. Four couples stood waiting to be let in. They all nodded to me and separated to the different bedrooms. In moments they all came out naked. One honey blond about sixteen was pregnant. I missed it when they came in. Two older men hurried up and latched onto her. The young man who looked a couple of years younger called out, “Take it easy, Sis. Remember what Mama said about strenuous activity.”

He turned and looked at me. “Sis is seven months pregnant and Mama is worried she might do something too strenuous. Mama is more worried about whether the newspapers get hold of the story about our knocked up little sis than who the father is. She’s worried the father might not be very white.” I know why Daddy married her; she is rich and fucking stupid as a rock. She wants to fuck once every couple of months because Grandma told her if she did not Daddy would run around on her. He did not have to run too far. We think he’s the daddy.”

A tall man came over to us and reached down and squeezed the young guy’s cock in an affectionate way. He kissed the young guy on the lips and said, “Bobby, Marilee wants some TLC from you. What is it with you two? She has access to your young body all week long and she still wants you to be her first at the party.” He smiled at his son and turned to me,

“Bill Stinson,” he said and shook my hand. Then without waiting for me to tell him my name he walked off.

My boss came over to me and beckoned for me to follow him. “Bill will handle the door. I need you in here.” He pointed toward his office. I followed him.

“Now then,” he asked me, “How much of what you told me about Daphne Horton, Billy’s wife is true? No, strike that. How much can be proven, whether it is true or not?”

“Well, I have seen a couple of pictures of her getting fucked by black guys. I have been told there is a movie of her getting fucked by a Great Dane. One of the pianists claims to have it. I watched her with a German shepherd once at the Blue Note after hours.

“Like I said, give her a line of coke and she will fuck anything. When she’s not high, she acts like Mary’s little lamb. I fixed her AC unit once when she was coming down and she thanked me with a blowjob. The next night she did not know me when she came into the Black Bottom.”

“Get dressed, I have a job for you,” he said.

Well shit, if this didn’t take the frosting off the cake. Just when the party was getting interesting I had to run an errand for Larry Hinkle. All I said was “Yes sir.” You should never argue with the boss.

He smiled as he saw my disappointment. “Don’t worry, you won’t miss out on a thing. Let’s just say that if this errand is successful you will have all the sex you can ever hope to handle from now on.”

I got dressed and asked him, “You want me to get hold of that movie or some pictures?”

Anything you can get will help. He handed me a thick roll of hundreds. “I called a limo service. Drink all you want and do whatever you have to do. Just show some results. I don’t want you pulled over for drunk driving.”

“You got a recorder I can take along, a real small one? I might get some conversation going.” It was a wild idea.

He nodded and handed me a ballpoint pen. “This is a transmitter.” He handed me a small plastic box half the size of a pack of cigarettes. “Leave this in the limo. It has a range of almost a half-mile. They are both on right now.” I nodded and left.

At the Blue Note the driver looked around nervously and let me out. Like too many white people he was afraid to be surrounded by “people of color,” especially in East Dallas. As long as the beer held out and the jazz was cool I did not give a shit. I waved at John Henry Jones at the door and he waved me on in.

“You steal a load of money?” he asked, looking at the limo.

“Nah, I hit a number and want to celebrate.” I grinned and went on in. Sassy Barnes was doing the vocals on Creole Love Call. She waved and kept on singing.

Lucy, one of the barmaids hurried over with two beers. She knew what I liked. I handed her a hundred dollar bill and said, “Keep it.”

“Shee-ut boy, you rob a fuckin’ bank?” She stared at the bill in wonder.

“Nah, I just hit a number. I want to celebrate and look for some stuff that will make me richer if I can find it.”

“What?” she asked suspiciously.

“You know that crazy white bitch that loves to suck big black cock?” She nodded once and waited for more.

“Well if I can get some pictures of her in action it might be worth up to a thousand dollars to someone.”

“You shittin’ me?” she asked.

“This is true stuff.” I told her and flashed my roll.

“Don’t go away,” she said. She hurried off.

Sassy came over as soon as she finished her set. I told her the same thing. “You mean that crazy Horton bitch?” she asked in a loud voice when I explained. I sure hoped the recorder caught that bit. “Who would pay for pictures of some ugly old fat bitch suckin’ dick and getting’ fucked by dogs?”

The other members of the sextet came over and sat down without an invitation. They did not need one. I played good guitar and that meant we were all brothers. Musicians are that way. Even though I was an amateur, they liked my fingering. Sassy told them about my offer of cash for pictures. They laughed.

“Shit man,” the sax player said. “Who would pay for pictures of that skanyy old bitch?
That birthmark on her ass is nasty to look at. Who the fuck would pay money for that?” The others voiced their opinions and it all was duly recorded, I hoped.

Two hours later it had become real drunk outside as I left five thousand dollars lighter and one movie and a bunch of pictures heavier. It was almost two in the morning and I was about ready to pass out. Too much booze and sex had about done me in. When I got back to the party house all the lights were off. It looked deserted. I rang the bell a few times and waited. Finally one sleepy eyed young woman about twenty answered the door. I did not recognize her.

“I been on an errand for Mister Hinkle,” I told her and pushed my way on in.

Two big gorillas grabbed me. “Hold it right there, boy.” They both looked mean enough to eat snakes raw.

“I need to see Mister Hinkle. “I been running an errand for him.

Still naked, Beth Ann came up and asked, “Where you been?”

“You know this dude?” one of the gorillas asked.

“I hope to shout,” she grinned. “He brought me.” They let go and stepped back.

“If it can wait for morning, go join whatever is left of the party. The boss don’t like to be disturbed when he gets to sleep.”

I nodded and went into his office and lay down on his couch. I stashed my precious cargo under the couch and closed my eyes. “Someone shook my shoulder. “How did you do?”
I was still drunk and bushed. “Here,” I mumbled. I handed him the recorder. I went back to sleep.

“That’s real good. But I could use a little more just to make certain she is discredited.
I reached under the couch and pulled out the packet of pictures. I dozed off until I heard,

“What the hell? That’s my wife!” I sat up and tried to rub the sleep out of my eyes.

“What’s your wife?” I asked. “Let me see.”

He pointed to a second white woman in one of the pictures. She had a big black cock in her hand as she watched the other white woman get fucked by a Black guy. “You just earned a promotion.”

His daughter came in right then, “What are you yelling about, Daddy.”

He showed her the picture of her mother. “Mommy is going on a nice long cruise. I know just the guy to keep her company.”

“Oh yes, here’s that movie you wanted. It’s on a CD disk. Take a look and see if it is what you want.” I handed him the disk and lay back and went to sleep. I got to sleep till noon. I woke up with a hangover that would not quit,

Larry was in hog heaven. Yes, he had become “Larry” to me after all the pictures. He found his wife in three other pictures in the background. He let me sleep until I woke up.

“Go shower,” he told me.

“Honey, you show him where the shower is and find him a jump suit or something to wear,” he told his daughter. She grinned and led me toward a vacant bedroom. I got in the shower and she followed me. As soon as I was cleaned off she led me outside and told me to lie on the carpet still wet. We went sixty-nine until I cum. Son of a bitch, Larry was right there with a shit eating grin on his face as his daughter delivered my latest load to his mouth. Beth Ann came in with a man in his fifties. “I want to move in with Jake here and his two sons. They are all bi.

“Have fun,” I told her. “Thanks for the invite to the party.” I smiled and was relieved she was moving out. Thirteen year olds at this house were one thing. Thirteen year olds living with me in my apartment were too much risk. She left.

“I want you to move in here. I need someone with your qualifications close at hand” he told me and continued, “Elisa and her sister are the permanent maids here. They will take care of your needs. Elisa has twin girls and Ramona her sister has a fifteen-year-old boy. They also know people in the Mexican community who will make certain you never go without.”

“Larry?” I asked.

“Yes?”

“Have you ever eaten a real young Black pussy?” He shook his head no. “Well, I know a beautiful little blues singer named Sassy who has a daughter who is eight years old. She looks like an ebony statue. Would you like to meet them? Sassy has been trying to get a break in show business. Perhaps you could lend her some encouragement.”

He laughed. “Bring her around during the week when there is no partying going on. We might talk.” He left the room and I got dressed.

I became special projects manager for Larry Hinkle And Sassy got a new recording contract.
What more could I ask for?

Well, there was one other thing. I nosed around the plant when I had nothing better to do and found an over the road driver with two young girls in tow. One was his daughter and the other was her friend. His reefer was broken down and he had a load due in Chicago. I used my new authority to get our mechanics to work on his truck and took him and the girls back to “my” place.

We walked in on Elisa and her son having at it in the living room. The twins and the truck driver’s pair eyed each other and the rest of the day was spent fucking, Sam, the truck driver told me about his little club in Utah and I showed him the club here in Dallas. The Fathers’ Clubs just became inter state.

It is truly amazing how many dads and their kids have loving sex together.

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Dean reveals the mind-control device to his oldest daughter? And what does she do with it? Why, make herself into his slut!

The Mind Control Device

Chapter Ten: Daughter Mind-Controls Herself

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this!

Eve “Dusk” Michaels

I had the best day at church.

It was something I never thought I would think. Fun? At church? Those were places and concepts that did not go together. Unless you made love to your daddy in the nursing room while your mother and little sister were having lezzie sex nearby.

Then church was fun.

Hot.

Exciting.

My pussy ached in memory of losing my virginity to daddy’s cock. I sat beside him on the bench seat of his truck as we were driving to the computer part store. He had to buy more stuff. He was always building and tinkering and doing things in his basement lab. His newest creation sat between us.

Why had he brought it to church? He had been fiddling with it earlier before the potluck started.

“Dad,” I said, my hands stroking the closed laptop on my lap. The device was plugged into the laptop through a USB cable.

“Hmm?” he asked, staring ahead. He was a handsome man. Mature. He had glasses that gave him this teacher-look. But the hunky teacher that you wanted to drop your panties for.

He was a teacher, and I had dropped my panties for him. I almost giggled.

“Why did you bring this to church?” I asked. “I thought this was to help me study, right?”

I stroked across the top of the device. It was like a box but had places to plug things in. Dad said it would send out sound waves to help students study. My little sister, June, had teased me about it. I might wear glasses but I wasn’t a smart student. I was average. I studied, but it was so boring. I’d rather talk to my friends about clothes or boys or makeup or gossip.

I only wore the glasses because they made me look cute.

“It helps you see things differently,” Dad said after a moment. He spoke cautiously. Like he wanted to make sure he said the exact right thing.

“Oh,” I said, feeling disappointed. It was like he was hiding something about it. That he didn’t trust me. I squirmed. Or maybe I wasn’t smart enough to understand it. I glanced down at the laptop. We had just made love, but maybe we weren’t as close as I thought.

He sighed. “You really want to know?”

I nodded.

We slowed to a stoplight. He glanced over at me. I felt his eyes studying me. Considering me. Then he muttered, “Fuck it, the device works.”

I blinked at that. It was shocking to hear Dad just swear like that. He normally kept his language cleaner around June and me. And his students. I guess it was a teacher thing. I mean, I’d heard him swear around Mom, and when they were having sex, why, dirty words were flying.

“Open up the laptop,” he said and hit the gas, driving us through the intersection.

I did. The screen appeared. There was a program running. On the left side was a GPS map. It loaded for a moment then it showed us moving down it like it would on my phone. There were a lot of dots on the screen, all of them with a series of strange letters and numbers. Some were moving like they were in cars, others seemed like they were in buildings.

“What is this, Dad?” I asked, shocked. “It’s like some spy thing.”

“So, in the command line, I need you—”

“Command line?” I stared at it. “What’s that.”

“Where you type in the commands.”

“I don’t just click things?”

“No, it uses a command line. Like with DOS.”

“Dos? What’s dos?”

He sighed. “Never mind. It’s the field at the bottom that you can type in. Just click the cursor there and then type exactly what I tell you. No mistakes.”

“Right,” I said and brought the cursor to it with the trackpad. I tapped on it and a little blinking line appeared letting me know I could type. “Okay, ready!”

“Type G 5 5 4 E D.” I did that. Carefully. “Then the semicolon. After that type ‘acceptance protocol’.”

On my screen read: G554ED;acceptance protocol.

“Hit enter.”

I did. I stared at the screen. Then at dad. “Um, nothing happened.”

“Sure it did,” he said. “So that box is a mind-control device. It makes people do things.”

“Oh, okay,” I said, accepting it. “That’s cool.”

“Not going to argue? Not going to say that it’s impossible?” He glanced at me. “That it’s science fiction.”

“Well, I mean, you made it, Dad. I don’t know why you would lie to me. It seems like a perfect reasonable thing. I just wish it had done something.”

“Didn’t it?” he asked. “I mean, you don’t have any issue that it’s a mind-control device that just brainwashed you into accepting that it can control you. I wasn’t sure I would ever use this command, but everything else is working, so why not.”

“Wait, I’m being mind-controlled right now?” I gasped. “Oh, wow, that’s neat. So, uh, what else have you done to me?”

“Don’t you think it’s weird that you suddenly think incest is okay?”

“Well, why would that be weird. Incest is…” I trailed off. “Oh, wow, you did that? You made me like incest and want to have sex with you?”

“Yeah,” he said, sounding bemused. “How does that make you feel?”

“Well, I love it!” I smiled at him. “I mean, you just brainwashed me to accept it.” I gasped. “No, no, I brainwashed myself to accept it. Oh, this is neat. I need to do something else to myself. Mind-control me to do something else.”

“Eh, well, just type in those same six letters and numbers. That’s you. Put in the semicolon then whatever you type after that, you’ll do.”

“What was my code?” I asked. “G, 5, something, something, F?”

“G 5 5 4 E D,” he said, rattling it off fast.

“I was close.” I put it in, hit the semicolon. I stared at it for a moment then typed, Laugh for twenty seconds straight. I hit enter—

I burst into laughter. It was the funniest thing in the world. I couldn’t help it. I gripped the laptop and threw back my head. The chortles burst and burst from my throat. I couldn’t breathe I was laughing so hard. My face turned red. My lungs burned. It was just hilarious. I was the fun—

Stopped laughing.

“Oh, wow,” I said and then panted. “Oh, Daddy, I made myself laugh.”

“Yes, you did,” he said, shaking his head. “Be careful. If you put in the wrong command, you could hurt yourself.”

“Right.” I stared at the screen. G554ED;. What to type in next? Then an idea hit me. always wet and horny for her daddy.

ENTER

My pussy went molten in a flash. A wave of heat washed through me. I gasped, squirmed. I glanced over at Daddy, his crotch. I needed that cock. I shot my hand over, grabbing his crotch and squeezing his dick through his black slacks.

“Daddy, daddy, let’s fuck!” I moaned, stroking up and down him. “Mmm, let’s just get it on. I need your cock in me. Ooh, you have to fuck me so hard. Just slam that big dick in me. It’ll be soooooo hot.”

“Jesus, Dusk, what did you type?” he groaned, my hand stroking up and down his dick.

“To be wet and horny for you all the time,” I moaned. “I’m so wet. I’m so horny. Just pull over and fuck me. I need it.”

“Damn,” he growled. “You can’t do that. I can’t fuck you all the time.”

“Just right now,” I moaned. “Ooh, I love your cock. I need your cock in me. I mind-controlled myself to be so horny for you. Like I’m your slut.” I gasped and then started typing. G554ED;slut for her daddy.

ENTER

“Ooh, Daddy, I’ll do anything. I’ll suck your dick. You can fuck me up the ass. You can make me sleep with your friends. I’m your slut, Daddy. You can tie me up. Spank me. You can do all those Fifty Shades of Grey stuff to me.”

“You need to stop playing with that,” he muttered as he pulled into the parking lot.

“Mmm, if that’s what you want, Daddy,” I cooed. “I’m your slut. Just fuck me. Right now. I don’t care who sees us.”

“I care,” he muttered. “There’s like twenty minutes left on the device’s battery.” He pulled into a parking lot.”

“Please, please, please fuck me, Daddy,” I cooed. My hands found his zipper and drew it down. I thrust my hand into his fly, felt his cock through his boxers. “Just right here. I’ll suck it. You can cum on my face. All over my glasses. Guys like that, don’t they? Brett always wanted to do that to me, but he’s so boring. You’re not, Daddy.”

“Fuck,” he growled. “Type this!”

I did.

G554ED,840F21;ignore protocol

ENTER

“What does that do, Daddy? I moaned, putting his laptop on the dashboard.

“Everyone will ignore us,” he said and opened his cab door. They won’t see us. Interact with us. We’ll be essentially invisible. The fastest way to do this. We have like twenty minutes before the battery dies and it stops working.”

“Then let’s do this!” I moaned and hopped out. I ran around and met him in front of his truck. I fell to my knees and attacked his belt.

“Dusk,” he groaned. “What are you doing?”

“Blowing you,” I moaned. “Mmm, a slut should blow her daddy and have his cum dripping off her face.”

Shit,” he groaned, looking around. People were moving around us, heading into the store, coming out with cardboard boxes holding parts. None of them stared at a hot, twenty-year-old girl with her strawberry-blonde hair in pigtails as she pulled out her father’s cock.

Pity. It would be so hot if they watched me be my daddy’s slut.

I stroked my hand up and down his cock. It was beautiful. The perfect cock that a slut like me should be worshiping. I licked my lips, the hunger surging through my body. My hips wiggled back and forth. The juices dripped down my thighs. I groaned, my cunt clenching with such need. I would do all these hot and wicked and nasty things to daddy.

I was his slut!

I engulfed the tip of his cock and soaked him with my saliva. I stared up at him, his brown eyes blazing behind his glasses. I nursed with such hunger on his dick. My tongue swirled around him. It was so much fun to do. I bobbed my head. I sucked and slurped on his shaft with hunger.

I loved him.

“Damn, Dusk,” he panted as a man walked by us, not even looking once. “You’re sucking my cock with zeal. More than you ever have.”

But I hadn’t sucked his cock. Unless…

What a naughty daddy. He’d been mind-controlling me more than I thought. It was so hot. I made myself his slut. He took my cherry. My pussy was on fire. My right hand shot down. I slid up my thigh to my panties. I rubbed at the wet satin cloth. I thrust it to the side and groaned at the sloppy delight leaking out of my cunt. I still had Daddy in me. His cum soaking in my deflowered pussy.

I thrust my fingers into him as my tongue caressed over his dick. I sucked hard. I bobbed, my glasses shifting. My cheeks hollowed as I worshiped his cock. I frigged my pussy with powerful plunges of my fingers. This was so hot.

Pleasure rippled through me.

“Dusk!” he growled and then grabbed my pigtails. Did he mind-control me to wear pigtails? Hot.

He held my hair like handlebars. I nursed on him with hunger. I sucked and slurped on him, my head twisting from side to side. My tongue danced around the crown of his cock. He groaned, his chest rising and falling.

I pleased him.

My cunt clenched on my thrusting fingers. My excitement built and built with every plunge of my digits into my cunt. I stirred myself around. I frigged myself with such passion. His precum spilled over my tongue. It tasted so good. Such a wonderful thing to enjoy. I sucked and nursed with all the passion that I could muster.

My pussy grew hotter and hotter. My orgasm built. I ground the heel of my hand onto my clit. It was so hot not having a cherry any longer. To be able to plunge my digits into my cunt without anything to stop them. To reach into me while I sucked Daddy’s cock.

“You’re getting me there, Dusk,” Daddy growled. “Damn, yes, you’re getting me there. I’m going to cum.”

A wave of delighted heat washed through me.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it? Yeah, you want my cum spurting into your mouth. You’re hungry for it.”

So hungry. I ground the heel of my hand harder on my clit. Sparks burst from my bud. My pussy drank in the thrust of my fingers. My digits wiggled inside of me. That was wonderful. I moaned around his cock, bobbing my head. My glasses shifted.

“Almost there,” he groaned. “Shit, Dusk!”

I ripped my mouth off his cock and seized his shaft with my left hand. I fisted the saliva-soaked shaft while moaning, “Cum on your slut-daughter’s face, Daddy!”

The man walking by didn’t hear me say these naughty things. My pussy grew so hot. I was on the edge of my orgasm. I would cum right here in the parking lot. I pumped my hand up and down Daddy’s cock, fingered my cunt, and begged.

“Just baste my glasses in your jizz!” I whimpered. “I’m your slut, Daddy! Your mind-controlled whore! Yes, yes, just shower me in your spunk!”

“Fuck!” he snarled and his cock pulsed.

Erupted.

Hot jizz splashed across my face. A line splattered over my glasses, obscuring my vision. My pussy burst with bliss. My orgasm shot through me. This hot and wicked surge of delight that sent bliss firing through me. It washed over my mind. It drowned me in ecstasy.

All while Daddy’s cum splattered my face. Just the way a slut-daughter should take it. Lines of his spunk painted my cheeks and chin. Landed on my lips. I flicked my tongue out, savoring his salty seed. He coated my glasses. More and more of his cum covered them. The jizz ran down my temples. It was so amazing.

He grunted. Groaned. “Dusk!” he snarled. “Jesus, Dusk!”

“I know,” I gasped, riding my orgasm to the height of rapture. I hit it and hovered there. “Ooh, Daddy, yes! This is so awesome. Your cock is so amazing!”

He panted, his chest rising and falling. He stared down at me, sucking in deep breaths of air. I grinned up at him, feeling his spunk dripping down my face. My orgasm died to a buzzing bliss. But I needed more.

“Now you got to fuck me, Daddy,” I panted. I hopped up to my feet, my breasts jiggling in my blouse. I reached beneath my skirt, my glasses dripping with cum. More ran down my face. I loved it. I pulled my panties down my legs. “You have to pound me, Daddy.”

“There can’t be much battery life,” he panted, looking around. “We could get caught.”

“I’m so wet and horny for you,” I panted and draped my panties over his still-hard dick. I leaned against his truck’s grill, sitting on the pumper. I spread my legs apart. “Just ram that cock into me. Fuck your daughter-slut, Daddy!”

I pulled off my glasses as he stared at me. I licked at the jizz on the lens just like a slut in a porno would. Daddy groaned at that. His cock twitched, my panties swaying. Then he ripped those off and threw them to the side.

He pounced on me.

He was between my thighs in a flash. My skirt rustled and then his cock rammed to the hilt in me.

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

Dean Michaels

I buried into my daughter’s cunt. She had mind-controlled herself into being my slut. Her strawberry-blonde pigtails swayed. She licked more of her cum off the lenses. It was so hot to watch her clean off my salty jizz off her glasses.

Her pussy embraced me. I loved sliding into Dusk’s cunt. She accepted it. That protocol had actually worked. I wasn’t sure if I would ever want to use that, but it was hot watching her mind-control herself into being my slut.

“Yeah,” I groaned, her legs wrapped around me. “You’re my slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy!” she cooed, her voice so girlish and sensual. “Your slut. Always I love you, Daddy. Now fuck me like a whore! I’m your whore. Your cum-dumpster!”

Where did she learn these words? My dick throbbed in her pussy as I fucked her hard. My truck’s shocks groaned as it shifted from the force. She licked clean her other lens, pink tongue gathering up my jizz.

She smacked her lips. “So good. Ooh, yes, yes, Daddy, use my cunt as your cum-dumpster. Just pump me full of all that spunk. Fire it into me. Flood me with your jizz. Just baste me. You can do it! Just flood me!”

“Yes!” I snarled, slamming hard into her. I buried to the hilt in her. I fucked her with all the strength I had.

She loved it. Her cunt squeezed around me. She held me tight. Her pussy gripped me. She wiggled her hips, stirring her tight twat around my dick. Her eyes sparkled up at me. She licked her lips, her face dripping in my seed.

“I’m my daddy’s cum-dumpster!” she howled for everyone to hear.

No one cared. They all ignored us.

I shuddered, slamming into her. My dick buried into her pussy. I slammed deep and hard. I fucked her with passion. She whimpered. Moaned. She undulated her hips, stirring her cunt around my dick. Her green eyes stared up at me. She put her glasses back on, smeared in streaks of jizz.

It was so hot. So sexy. My daughter was my slut. I slammed to the hilt in Dusk, the pressure building and building at the tip of my cock. Her youthful cunt squeezed about me, bringing me closer and closer to that moment of my orgasm. When I would pump her full of all my jizz.

I would flood her.

Baste her cunt.

I would fire so much of my spunk into her. I would pump her full of my incestuous cum. She would drip with my jizz. It would be so hot. My balls slammed into her. She squeezed her hot flesh around my dick. That hot, tight glove.

BEEP!

I buried into her and froze.

“What, Daddy?” she whimpered. “I need you to cum in me. To dump all your jizz in my naughty cunt!”

“The battery’s dying,” I groaned.

BEEP!

“Then you better fuck me fast!” she gasped, her thighs locking around me. “I’m not letting you go, daddy. I want to cum on your cock.”

“Shit!” I gasped and fucked her hard.

I pounded my young daughter’s cunt. I buried to the hilt in her again and again. I savored every last plunge into her. I rammed into that hot and delicious pussy. I buried into her, savoring her pussy wrapped around me. She held me tight. She massaged me with her juicy cunt.

BEEP!

I groaned, pumping away hard and fast. I slammed to the hilt in her. I loved the feel of her pussy wrapped around my cock, carrying me closer and closer to that moment of eruption. That moment when I sprayed my cum into her cunt. I would baste her. I would spurt my jizz into her so hard. I would fill her with so much jizz.

BEEP!

“Daddy! Daddy!” Dusk gasped, her hot cunt squeezing about me. “Yes!”

BEEP!

“Cum in me!” she howled as she came on my dick.

Her pussy writhed around my plunging cock. Hot, tight cunt massaging my dick. My balls tightened.

BEEP!

The cum screamed towards the tip of my cock.

BEEP!

I threw back my head and buried into her.

BEEP.

Came!

“Daddy!” my daughter howled as my cum pumped into her pussy. “Yes, yes, yes, I’m your cum-dumpster slut-daughter! Fill me with your jizz! Use me!”

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I pumped hot cum into my daughter’s pussy. Spurt after spurt of jizz that slammed into her. The pleasure burned through my mind. Her cunt writhed. Convulsed. She milked me. She worked out every drop.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

“What is that?” a man asked.

“Shit!” I groaned. It was moments from dying. I fired the last of my cum into my daughter. I ripped my cock out of her.

BEEP! BEEP! BE—

It died.

I shoved my cock back into my pants and moved around my truck. My daughter stood up, her skirt falling around her thighs. The man looked over at me and blinked in surprise. Then he gave me a friendly nod and headed inside.

“Goddamn,” I panted, breathing heavily. If that had died a few moments earlier when I was cumming and couldn’t pull out of my daughter…

“Oh, Daddy, I’m just full of your cum,” my daughter cooed, coming up beside me. “You can dump more in me. Whenever you want.”

“I’m tapped out,” I panted. The device was off, taking away my stamina. My cock ached.

“But I’m still so horny, Daddy.” She rubbed her tit against me through her blouse. “We could slip into the bathroom and I could suck your cock hard.”

I reached into the glove box and pulled out a box of wet wipes that my wife kept in there. I handed them to her. “Wipe off your face.”

“Don’t you like me being covered in your jizz?” she asked.

“I do,” I groaned. So much. “But we can’t get caught. The device is dead. The battery’s out of juice.”

She pouted.

I had to get her to… “We’re going to play a game.”

“Oh?” she asked.

“Yes. It’ll turn me on so much if you pretend to just be my normal daughter,” I said. “No one will know you’re my cum-dumpster slut-daughter. I’ll get harder and you’ll get wetter until we get home and fuck each other’s brains out.”

“Ooh, Daddy, yes,” she groaned and grabbed the tissue paper. “I’ll have your cum leaking down my thighs and no one will know it. It’ll be so hot. God, I love being your slut, Daddy. Mind-control is awesome.”

“Yes, it is,” I said. I had so many naughty devices to build.

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

Kimberly “Kimmie” Michaels

“I had a great time with my son at church,” my friend Natalie said. “I mean, it was just so amazing to teach him about my body. How to pleasure a woman.”

“Oh, really?” I asked, this juicy rush shooting through me. I sank down on my couch in the living room. I wanted to just take a nap. I was so tired. I felt like I didn’t get any sleep at all. June had crashed the moment we got home, but I had cleaning to do. “What did you do?”

“I blew him,” moaned Natalie. “I was in control, though. The entire time. It wasn’t like with my husband. It was so hot to be the dominant one. I taught my son how to eat my pussy. Ooh, thank you for giving the nudge to go do it.”

“No problem,” I said, so free of all the guilt I used to feel for indulging in incest. It was so wonderful to have been unshackled from all of that. I was free to make love to my daughters. To watch my husband enjoy them. For us to share them together. It was all so amazing.

It made me so wet.

“I’m glad you’re having fun,” I said. “Mmm, my husband and I enjoyed our daughters in the nursing room. They are such scrumptious things.”

“I need to get Mitch to do that,” panted my friend. “To teach our daughter, Samantha, all about the birds and bees.”

“Mmm, cocks and pussies,” I said.

“How to be a good wife and please her husband,” said Natalie. “But I don’t know how to approach him. What if he doesn’t feel the same way as me?”

I knew that fear. It held me back from telling my husband the true depths of my desires because I thought he didn’t have them. That I was some sort of freak. So I buried them down for as long as I could until they exploded out of me.

Until I couldn’t deny them any longer.

“This is what you do,” I told her, speaking seriously. “Feel him out. Find out if he truly wants your daughter. Watch him. Does he get hard around her? Does he stare at her? I missed those signals with my husband. I convinced myself I was seeing things. Or it was me he was getting hard for. Then, when you’re sure, you pounce. Because… I think he will desire your daughter. I feel it. Incest is something freeing.”

“It is,” Natalie said. “I would love to make sure my daughter knows how to please her future husband. Suck his cock and swallow his cum. The different positions to make it great for them both. How to do anal.”

“Such a loving mother,” I said then glanced over to see a naked June before me. She sucked on her thumb, her pigtails falling down around her shoulders. She looked so cute and innocent, younger than her eighteen years. “I have to go. My daughter needs me.”

“Okay. Thanks for the advice.”

“Uh-huh,” I said, my lust screaming through me as June advanced, nursing on that thumb. She hadn’t done that since she was five, and now…

I hung up the phone, my pussy molten flames.

“If you like to suck things,” I said, I cupped one of my small breasts. “I have perfectly good titties right here. How does that sound?”

June nodded. Then she popped her thumb out of her mouth. She straddled my right leg, planting her furred muff on my thigh as she leaned over to latch onto my nipple. She opened her mouth wide and sucked on my nub.

I groaned as she did that. It felt so right. Flashes of my dreams from last night danced through my mind, that lovely family orgy that had filled my sleeping thoughts. I savored this. I stroked June’s back as she sucked on my nipple.

And ground that wet-furred cunt on my thigh.

I groaned as my daughter worked her silky bush and dripping pussy up and down my leg. She smeared her cunt cream across my thigh. This wicked tingle shot through me. She nursed with such hunger on my nipple. Her tongue danced around my nub. She fluttered it against me.

“Oh, June,” I groaned, stroking her back. I closed my eyes. It felt so wonderful. If she wasn’t making my pussy so wet and itching, I could just fall asleep like this. “Mmm, yes, yes, you like that?”

She popped her mouth off and moaned, “I do, Mommy. I like your nipples. And… I liked it when you licked me earlier.”

As she re-engulfed my nipple, sucking it into her mouth, I asked her, “Would you like me to eat you out again?”

She ground her pussy harder against my thigh as she moaned about my nipple. Her eyes stared up at me, so bright and blue. They went with her angelic face. I shuddered, loving the heat she smeared on my thigh.

“Mmm, but what about your mommy?” I arched my eyebrow at her. “Are you going to do anything for me? I’m getting all excited, too. My mommy pussy is getting all hot and juicy from you sucking on me.”

June nibbled on my nipple with her lips. Then she lifted her mouth. “I could… I could lick you, too.” Her cheeks went scarlet. “I dreamed about it last night, I think. All of us making love. Me and Daddy and you and even Dusk. Daddy put his cock in my butt and I licked your pussy and Dusk’s. Sometimes there was daddy’s cum in them. Like what you did for me after Daddy came in me.”

I smiled. “Mmm, eating that creampie was one of my dreams come true.” I giggled. “I had those same naughty dreams last night.”

“Weird,” she said. Then she squirmed. “Um, could we… lick each other?”

“Sixty-nine?”

June nodded, her brown pigtails dancing. She rubbed her hot pussy on me.

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

June Michaels

“Just sit on my face,” Mom said. She was stretched out on the couch, her body slender like mine. Her boobies were small. They were cute. I liked suckling on her nipple. “Then you lean over and lick my pussy. We’ll make each other cum.”

“Okay, Mommy,” I said. I liked saying that. It was so naughty.

I straddled Mom’s head, my knees sinking into the couch cushions on the other side of her. My left arm rubbed into the back of the couch as I leaned over her. She had her legs spread, her pussy shaved bald. It looked so girlish. Her slit tight and covered in her juices. This exciting, tart scent filled my nose. It was familiar for some reason.

Like I had eaten her pussy before, but that was only a dream. This was reality.

I felt my pubic hairs rustling against Mom’s lips. Then I settled my pussy on her mouth. Before I finished leaning over, her tongue swiped through my folds. She caressed over me. I gasped at the naughty touch. The pleasure rippled through me. I groaned, my heart racing. It felt so good. And she smelled so good.

I pressed my face into her bare pussy. I kissed my mother’s cunt. I felt so naughty for thinking of it with the C-word, but we were doing naughty things. Sexy things. I shuddered as she licked and lapped at me, her tongue moving, stroking me.

I copied her.

“June!” she moaned into my pussy.

“Mommy,” I squealed as she brushed my clit.

I did that to her. I stroked my tongue through her folds to her clit. I bathed her naughty bud. She squirmed beneath me. I understood why; I couldn’t sit still. My body wanted to move, stirred up by her tongue swiping over my folds and sending such incestuous bliss shooting through my flesh.

It was incredible to enjoy. I moaned into my mother’s pussy. I caressed her folds. I gathered up her tart juices. I wiggled atop her, my little titties rubbing into her stomach. Sparks burst from my nipples. The bliss swept through my body.

It felt so good. Everything I did was amazing. I licked at her and lapped at her and savored the taste of her. My tongue caressed through her folds. I gathered up all that yummy pussy cream. The juices coated my chin and cheeks.

“Oh, June, yes,” Mom groaned then she thrust her tongue into my pussy’s depths.

Without my cherry, she could reach into me. She swirled around. It felt so good, I had to do it. I had to just thrust my tongue into her pussy and swirl around inside of her. This wild heat swept through me as I did just that. I plunged my tongue into her pussy. I twirled around inside of her. I savored how good she tasted.

So yummy. Just an amazing twat to feast upon. I fluttered my tongue around in her twat, licking and lapping and scooping out all the delicious, tart juices. It was so much fun to feast on her. I felt so good.

I burst into giggles.

“What?” she asked, her hands sliding across my rump. She gave my tush a quick squeeze.

“You just taste so good, Mommy,” she cooed. “Mmm, just a yummy pussy. I’m having so much fun licking you.”

I fluttered my tongue around inside of her. The pleasure flowed from my twat while I devoured her hot and yummy juices. I wiggled my hips back and forth, the delight rippling through my body. It was so great.

I felt so great doing this.

She fluttered back to my clit. She sucked on it. Nibbled. I groaned and squirmed on her, a rush of incestuous delight sweeping through me. I squeezed my eyes shut as she nursed on my bud. It felt so good.

“Mommy!”I squealed and then latched onto her clit.

She moaned around mine. We sucked and nursed on each other’s clit. It was so naughty. I felt so wicked as I squirmed atop her. I breathed in her tart bliss as my pleasure grew real fast now. My mommy made me feel so awesome.

I was so glad I understood today that incest was amazing. That Mom helped me out with the guilt I was feeling at wanting to make love to Daddy. This was such an amazing day. My excitement grew and grew.

Mom squeezed my tush. She pulled me down hard against her mouth, moaning about my clit. My bud burst with sparks. I came closer and closer to cumming. I swirled my tongue around hers and then sucked on it.

The couch groaned. We were both shuddering. Both coming closer and closer to having big orgasms. I could feel it. Mom and I would just shower each other in pussy cream. I wanted that so much.

I flicked her clit. Nibbled on it with my lips.

She did the same to mine. We both groaned. Shuddered. My pussy grew tighter. Hotter. I couldn’t take much more. Mom slid her tongue around my clit, caressing that amazing bud. Sparks exploded from it.

“Mommy!”

My pussy burst with pleasure. Juices gushed out of me. I felt them flooding out. Mom moaned. Her tongue lapped at my cunt while I sucked hard on her clit. Again. Her fingers bit into my ass. She shuddered beneath me.

Hot, tart juices squirted from her bald pussy.

I gasped as we made each other cum. The pleasure surged through my body. My pussy cream bathed my mother’s face. I shuddered through the bliss. Stars exploded across my vision. I whimpered. Moaned.

“June!” she gasped.

“Yes, yes, Mommy!” I moaned, hovering at the pinnacle of bliss. “Oh, Mommy, this is so incredible. I love you so much.”

“I love you, too,” she panted.

I licked at her pussy as I came down from my high. It was such a rush. I loved incest so much. With my daddy and my mommy. I would even love it with Dusk. She might be a bitch, but if we licked each other’s pussies, we wouldn’t have to fight all the time.

It would be wonderful.

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

Kimberly “Kimmie” Michaels

I’d had such an amazing orgasm. I felt so sleepy. I leaned my head back on the couch, pulling away from her furred cunt. Her juices coated my face, those fresh and delicious juices. I shuddered, my entire body brimming with passion.

June turned around and then cuddled against me. She latched her pussy-stained mouth onto my nipple again. She lightly sucked on it, using it like a pacifier. I groaned, my cunt clenching from the naughty tingles.

I closed my eyes and drifted off into a nap, holding my baby girl in my arms. Incest was so amazing. What a wonderful Sunday.

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

Natalie Meyers

My pussy clenched as I hung up on Kimmie. Was she going to have lesbian sex with her daughter? The way she purred there at the end. I swallowed. I had two children. I had never done anything with a woman—never even thought about it—but maybe Samantha needed a woman’s touch in her sexual education, too.

Just to make sure she knew what she was doing. After her father started the process, of course.

And while Mitch was instructing Samantha, I could find Kevin and continue his education. A hot shiver ran through me as I headed through the house. I heard the sounds of laughing and gunshots coming from the living room. I peered into see my husband and Samantha playing video games.

They did that ever since she was a little girl. My husband had grown up playing them on that old Nintendo. He never really stopped. Samantha always loved sitting on his lap as a little girl and playing the controllers while he whispered in commands.

Now she sat so close to him. Far closer than normal. They were staring at the screen, grinning, laughing. He glanced down at her and she grinned back. She had a heart-shaped face, eighteen and gorgeous. Her black hair fell in a braid down her back, her eyes brown like mine. Kevin was a tall guy. Strong. His blue eyes flashed to me. He nodded.

There was an intimacy about them. Something I had never seen before. It was like the same shift that happened with me this day had also happened to my husband. I smiled, this wicked heat surging through my cunt.

Incest was amazing. It should be accepted.

“Can we have a quick chat, Mitch?” I asked, rubbing my hands together. My pussy was on fire.”

“Okay, let me just—” He scowled and Samantha burst into laughter.

“Got you, Daddy!” she said.

Daddy? She hadn’t called him that since she was ten. It sounded so sensual, too. She was growing up. She wore a tight tank top and no bra. I could see the outline of her small breasts, nipples hard. My husband stood up, his cock tenting the front of his jeans.

“What’s up, honey?” he asked, heading over to me.

I leaned in close to him and said in a hushed voice, “I think you should teach Samantha how to make love.”

He stared at me. Something cautious entered his expression. “Really?”

“I mean, you taught me a lot after we got married. How to please you. Imagine if our daughter already knows that stuff for her future husband.” I smiled. “How to deep-throat a cock or take one up the ass. Cowgirl and reverse cowgirl and to always swallow her husband seed unless he wants to cum on her face.” I grabbed my husband’s cock. “You mastered me. She needs to be prepared, don’t you think?”

He glanced over at her.

“I know you’ll make her feel incredible.”

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

Dean Michaels

“Oh, my god, Daddy, hurry!” gasped Dusk as she bounced beside me in my truck. “I need it. I need your cock in me. You have to dump your cum in my cunt! Please, please!”

“This is your own fault for making yourself always horny for me,” I told her, amusement in my voice. We had shopped for three hours, going to three separate stores. She kept it together, if barely. She was so horny for me. She trembled as we walked through the store, pretending to be the perfect daughter while she kept whispering to me.

“Just bend me over in the corner and fuck me, Daddy. No one will see us.”

“Let’s slip into the bathroom and you can fuck my brains out, Daddy.”

“Just let me suck your cock hard and then you can fuck my butt for the first time.”

I’d already done that, but she just didn’t remember it.

Now that we were home, she was frantic. As I pulled the truck into the garage, she battled to unbuckle her seatbelt and fling herself out of the car. She had this whimpering look of need on her face.

Then she threw herself out of the cab and almost fell into a workbench. She caught herself against it, whimpering and moaning. Then she attacked the laces of her dress. She worked on them as I grabbed my laptop and the mind-control device. I had a lot of work to do tonight, but she needed to be fucked. I’d have to remove the always wet and horny part.

She couldn’t function this way.

“Hurry, hurry!” she moaned and then ripped off her dress. She had a bra on, her breasts bouncing in it. Her thighs were a mess of my cum that had leaked down her thighs from her pussy. She undid her brassier, freeing her round tits. She threw open the door and darted into the house. “Fuck me, Daddy!”

I followed after her. I caught the closing garage door with my hip and pushed through it. I passed through the kitchen to the living room where Dusk stood before the couch. My wife and June were cuddled naked on it, both looking happy and appeared to be napping together.

“I’m Daddy’s slut now!” Dusk declared. “And he needs to fuck me right now.”

“Just hold on,” I said, shaking my head.

“Slut?” Kimmie asked. My redheaded wife sat up. Her body and June’s looked so much alike. They were both petite with small breasts. Nubile and cute.

June popped her thumb into her mouth and sucked on it. I blinked at that even as my dick throbbed with hard excitement. It was so cute to watch her do that. And so naughty because I knew what those lips could do to my cock. I envied her thumb.

“I’m daddy’s cum-dumpster slut-daughter now,” Dusk said. “See.”

“Oh, I can see all that yummy jizz leaking out of you,” Kimmie purred. “I thought you two were shopping.”

“We were,” I said, plugging the mind-control device into the wall outlet. It had been charging in my truck, but I wanted to make sure we had no interruptions. I opened it and started typing. First, I restricted the device to only affect the house before I typed: G554ED;wet and horny for 840F21 returned to normal levels of arousal.

I hit that.

Dusk let out a sigh of relief. “Oh, my god, Daddy, did you just mind-control me not to be a horny slut for you.”

“You’re still my slut,” I said, “you just won’t be driven insane by being wet and horny for me.”

“Mind-control?” my wife asked, sounding confused.

72B2AE,40A0D4; acceptance protocol

“This is a mind-control device,” I said, staring at June and my wife Kimmie. “It controls people. It’s why you all think incest is acceptable.”

“Oh,” Kimmie said, blinking. “Well, that’s nice. I was tired of feeling guilty about wanting you to fuck our daughters. It’s so much better when we just make love to them.”

“Yes!” Dusk moaned. “Mmm, Daddy came all over my face because I’m his slut. I mind-controlled myself to be his whore. Isn’t that hot?”

“It is,” my wife said, smiling at our eldest daughter.

June just kept sucking on her thumb.

40A0D4,G554ED,72B2AE; reverse amnesia protocol

“And, there, everyone should remember last night,” I said, growing more and more used to the machine. I had been too cautious. I didn’t need to wipe memories. I should have just used the acceptance protocol, but I was afraid of them getting out of the range. Finding my wife and youngest daughter naked without the machine active proved just how powerful it was.

June shuddered. She popped her thumb from my mouth. “Daddy, you popped my cherry twice. Both times were amazing. I love you, Daddy.”

“Love you, Junebug,” I said.

40A0D4,G554ED,72B2AE; will only use the mind-control device with 840F21 permission

“Now,” I said. “I have the parts to build more. I want to put them in other places. Thoughts?”

“Oh, wow,” Kimmie moaned. “You’re why Natalie Meyers fucked her son at church and why she’s going to get her husband to fuck their daughter. That’s so hot.” My wife’s grin grew so wicked and wanton. “Oh, I have ideas. Yes, I do.”

To be continued…

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Mike and Liz keep the good times going through the summer

I came home from work after a four-day shift. I was trying the front door when the knob turned. To my surprise, Chrystal opened the door, “Look who’s home.”

I was stunned. She took my hand and led me through the house to the master bedroom. I knew what was happening in the room before we walked into the room. Liz and Linds were in a sixty-nine embrace both face deep in the other’s pussy.

Crystal whispered in a sultry tone, ” They are cleaning the load I put in each of them.”

My cock jumped in my jeans with that comment. Chrystal rubbed my cock through the fabric covering it. My eyes were glued to my wife and sister as they moaned in time with their movements. My pants fell to the floor. I needed a shower. I hadn’t had a shower all day, so I was not daisy fresh. The warm man scent between my thighs was rising up when I felt a strange hand lift my nut sack. I didn’t know it until a warm, wet mouth swallowed me whole. My hand instinctively moved to Chrystal’s strawberry blonde hair and tangled my fingers in the curls and my hips took over. I fucked the beautiful transexual’s mouth until I quickly burst my thick joy down her throat. She stood and French kissed me giving me a taste of my seed.

Liz and Linds both shook and moaned before separating in the middle of the bed. I walked over and kissed both of them. The mix of juices on both their faces made my cock start filling with blood again.

Chrystal threw my clothes in a pile in the corner of the room. I took a quick shower and was toweling off as I came back into the room. I lay next to my lovely wife and we started kissing passionately. I felt Chrystal moved between my thighs while Linds sat on my cock. Liz alternated between me and Linds’ bodies. Liz moved over my head and dropped down. I tongue fucked her as she wiggled on me and kissed and sucked my sister’s body. I gasp in my wife’s pussy as Chrystal slammed her cock in me. We filled the room with our lustful noises. My sister and Liz had something in common. Both ladies were multi-orgasmic and today was no exception. They went off together while Chrystal stepped up her pace. Linds lay beside us and Liz dropped her wet pussy on my cock and rode me to three orgasms before I released into her. And Chrystal emptied into me.

We all kissed and cuddled for several minutes before grabbing our robes and moving into the living room.

When I sat in my armchair the blood supply had moved to my brain. “How long have the three of you been getting together?”

The three ladies told me that they got together once a week since I brought Chrystal home and into our lives. They all seemed nervous until they noticed my cock was hard and parting my robe.

We took a break and ate dinner in our robes. I threw all our pillows on the floor. I arranged them in piles and put a small pile of DVDs on the TV. I put the first DVD in the machine and hit play.

The first video was various sex scenes of Liz and I on our Caribbean Cruise. Some of the ships, some in our cabin, and several in secluded spots on various islands along the route. By the end of the video, everyone was panting lightly and hands were ducking under our robes.

The second video was a compilation of people who I and Liz seduced. We were excited by the end of the second DVD. I and Chrystal were stroking each other in the middle of the pillows. Liz was sitting in one of the armchairs. One leg draped over each arm while she pumped the strap-on in and out of herself.

My sister Linds had been in the bathroom and upon returning joined Chrys and me on the cushions. Her mouth and hands flitted like butterfly wings back and forth from my cock to Chrys’s until we pulled her between us. Linds had her back to me so I could cup both if her milk-filled breasts. As I squeezed and tugged on them as milk splashed on Chrys’s body. Linds bent down and lapped her milk from the hard nipples and tight stomach of the beautiful transexual in front of her as I separated her legs and worked my cock inside her. Her tight ass swallowed me whole ass she groaned between light kisses and licks.

Liz grabbed Linds by the hair, pulling her upright and sliding her strap-on toy into her sister-in-law and thrust deep inside. Chrys jumped behind and worked her cock into my wife. We all made sounds of lust. Groans of joy intermixed with moans of desire echoed around the room. My left hand cupped my sister’s breast while my right massaged my wife’s as Liz was repeatedly rammed by our newest sexual playmate. With the added stimulation of the double dildo in her pussy orgasms repeatedly shook Liz and Linds’ bodies until Chrys and I erupted our white sexual lava deep into each of the thoroughly used ladies.

Chrys and I turned and took a heel to head position as we cleaned the tangy remains of our anal encounters from each other’s cocks. Liz and Linds cuddled under their robes and dozed as I and my beautiful cocked lady cleaned our soft cocks. Once cleaned and exhausted we rearranged ourselves. Cuddling and kissing we shared the acrid treats we had collected from the other’s tools. We lapped and sucked each other’s tongues until we also faded into slumber.

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By the end of summer, we all had full body tans. Weekend clothing-optional, pool parties, and barbeques were team events one person watching the roasting food while the rest of us found wild and wonderful ways to make others orgasm.

Some of the family members had caught wind of the proceedings and would occasionally show up to add their flavor to the group.

Havana, now in college, became an occasional participant. As well as Liz’s sister Sara, who visited the day my mother also joined us. We re-enacted scenes from last winter’s ski trip with Chrystal replacing the tour guide. Mom really liked Chrys and invited her on a couple of day trips she would be going on later in the fall.

Chrys happily accepted her invitation after the two of them had a missionary meeting on the diving board. My mother moaning like a whore while my transexual playmate filled her pussy with ejaculate. If I had not been in the same position with Havana under me, my balls slapping her bottom, and Liz sucking her young breasts I would have joined them. Linds was on her knees and Sara, Liz’s sister was working one of our toys in and out of my sister’s pussy. When Sara brought Linds to orgasm they changed positions and Linds filled Sara with a strap-on and brought her to orgasmic joy as well.

I was surprised that my fire fighting compatriots weren’t called considering the amount of noise eliminating from over the fence. A couple of times the neighbor inquired if everything was “ok, “. We all laughed and moved inside.

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