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A younger and older lesbian lovers spend an early morning together.

“Madison.”

I groan and push my face deeper into the warmth of the pillow. Hands run up and down my arms slowly bringing me out of my dreamy trance.

“Maddie.”

Kayla says in a sing song voice. I sigh and finally roll over and see my beautiful black goddess with her head propped up on her elbow and smiling at me. Her curly black hair was cascading around her shoulders and her brown eyes looking at me lovingly. I smile back and cover my eyes with my hand.

“Oh god. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to waking up to your “morning person” smile.”

She laughs and kisses my cheek. I move my hand from my eyes and she kisses me lightly.

“Good morning to you too.”

I smile and kiss her.

“Good morning gorgeous.”

She sighs and moves her hand to my opposite hip.

“You have to getup and I was going to make breakfast. Are you okay with eggs and bacon?”

I groan and fling my arm around her waist. I pull her closer to me and bury my face in her bountiful chest, which was bigger and fuller than my small b-cups.

“Will there be coffee?”

I mumble against the sweet chocolate colored skin of chest. She chuckles and nods her head as she runs her hands up and down my back.

“Yes, there will be coffee Maddie.”

I smile and kiss her skin.

“I knew I loved you for some reason.”

She chuckles and kisses the top of my head then smacks my ass. I gasp and jump. Effectively waking me up with a real…jolt.

“Get your butt outta bed lazy ass.”

She smirks smugly. I glare up at her and roll over to straddle her stomach. She smiles up at me.

“What happened to my usual good morning kisses and make outs? Huh? Why are you so content on me getting up and leaving?”

I smirk down at her. A look of panic crosses her face as she tries to reassure me.

“No-oh god. No, Mads you know I want you too stay. I really really do.”

She strains the word “really” and uses my nickname. I had to get up very early to go back to my college campus and attend my first of many classes today. She was already out of college and had a successfull career as a CEO in one of those big brand name businesses. She barely had days off and begged me to spend the day with her today. We had a small fight after I told her that college was more important. It had come out wrong. I had been with Kayla for 2 years now. Nothing was more important than her but I couldn’t afford to miss my classes. We eventually hashed everything out and had amazing make up sex with a lot of rough fucking. But maybe I can afford to miss one day…They can send all of my work to my dorm. I smile and I lean down to her and kiss her lightly.

“Hmm…your off today, right?”

She kisses me back.

“Mhmm.”

She mumbles against my lips. I wiggle my ass, knowing she loves my firm ass very much. She groans and uses my ass to pull my body closer to her. I kiss her again.

“What if I call in sick? I can request to send all of my homework to my my dorm room.”

I kiss her again but she pulls away with bright eyes and the cutest smile ever.

“Yeah? You’d do that?”

I smile and nod my head and kiss her softly.

“With one condition.”

I say with a smirk. She raises her eyebrows expectantly and I grab the hem of my tank top and pull it over my head. I toss it to the side and lean down to kiss her again. She lets out a surprised moan and I break the kiss to sit up and start to unbutton her blue pin stripped pajama shirt. Her breathing gets faster and she moves her hands to my thighs and runs her fingers across my skin.

“And what condition is that?”

She says breathily. I pull the collar of her shirt until she is sitting up and pull the shirt down her tone arms and kiss her lightly. I reach behind me and pull down her shorts as far as I can and she wiggles them the rest of the way down to be lost in the sheets. I whisper against her plump lips.

“You must, I repeat, must give me a proper good morning. Not-negotiable.”

She smiles and I kiss her quickly and toss her shirt to the floor.

“I think I can do that.”

She wraps her arm around my slim waist and flips us over so she is on top. I giggle and she grabs my shorts and pulls them down my legs along with my panties. She moves on top of me and kisses me softly. I moan and kiss her back. Our kiss soon turns passionate and her hand moves in between us. She smiles and moans softly as she touches my pussy. Which from waking up next to my gorgeous girlfriend and remembering the hot, hot, hot details of last night and the arousing anticts of this morning, was extremly wet with my arousal coating my pink pussy lips.

“God, your so wet.”

She mumbles against my lips. I moan and thrust up to her hand, making her palm rub against my clit and making me moan louder.

“Oh god. You make me so wet baby.”

She smiles as leans down and kisses along my jaw as she teases my entrance with two fingers. I whimper and she slides her fingers deep inside of me. I let out a shiver and groan in pleasure.

“Yes, yes, yes…y-you feel so good Kayla.”

She moans softly and kisses down my neck. She pumps into me faster and I moan.

“Harder…Harder, please.”

She smiles and puts her strong thigh behind her thrust. Now successfully thrusting harder, faster and deeper. Every thrust making me moan louder. I arch my back and grab her tight ass. She moans and nibbles on the skin of my neck. I pull her in closer to me by her ass and her fingers go deeper than before. I moan loudly and my eyes roll back in my head.

“Oh god.”

She moves up to my ear and nibbles on the soft flesh of my ear lobe.

“Look at me.”

She whispers sweetly. I was moving drastically towards the edge with every thrust. Her words flying right over my head. She tries again.

“Look at me, beautiful.”

My blue eyes flutter open to meet her brown ones. She kisses me lightly.

“I love you…”

A small smile spreads across my lips and my orgasm crashes down on me. I let out a squeak and bury my head in her shoulder. My nails digging into her skin as my body is rocked with my huge orgasm. I shake and quiver. She holds me and kisses my neck and bites the tender skin. I slowly come down from my high and move my hands up her back. I sigh and leave a feathery kiss on her shoulder. She lifts her head and smiles at me.

“Was that a good enough good morning for my gorgeous girlfriend?”

I swallow and press my lips together, nodding my head.

“Mhmm…you…you did great babe…very very great.”

I say breathlessly. She smiles and sits back on her heels.

“I’m going to go make breakfast. Unless you want to sleep some more since it is 6:30 in the morning.”

I smile and shake my head.

“I couldn’t go to sleep even if I tried. Not after that.”

She smiles and moves off the bed. She grabs her shirt and starts to button it back up as I lay on my side and watch her. She throws her hair up into one of her sexy ponytails. I give her a serious look.

“Your hot.”

She looks at me and smiles. She leans over to me and kisses me lightly.

“Your hot.”

I smile and watch her sway her ass downstairs. I get up and quickly take a shower. Once I was finished I quickly pull my tank top and shorts back on. I walk downstairs to meet the smell of bacon. I smile as I see Kayla in the kitchen. She was dancing and had on only panties and her button up pajama shirt, with a few of the top buttons undone showing the tops of her gorgeous breasts. Yeah, that’s my girl. She’s been doing this since day one. Couldn’t have asked for it any other way. I take off my shorts and toss it on the steps, matching her outfit except for the shirt. I sneak up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist. I see her smile and hear her moan as I kiss her neck.

“You look so sexy in your panties and shirt.”

I whisper into her ear. She chuckles and wiggles her ass on my crotch, making me moan softly and igniting a fire in my center.

“Thank you.”

I move my hands up and start to unbutton her shirt, looking over her shoulder to get a sneak peek of the breasts I so desperatley love but she stops me halfway.

“Ah ah ah. We’re eating first.”

I smile and continue to unbutton her shirt.

“Exactly.”

She lets me finish unbuttoning her shirt as she tries to figure out my hidden meaning. When I finish unbuttoning her shirt I reach in front of her and move the skillet to a cool hot plate and turn off the stove.

“Wha-Madison!”

She squeals as I turn her around and pick her up by her ass. She was definetly stronger then me but I was still strong enough to pick her up. She locks her heels behind my back and her hands grasp the back of my neck.

“What are you doing?”

She says in a surprised voice. I walk over to the dining room table and lay her down. I spread her legs and sit down in the chair between her legs. I smirk up at her as she props herself up on her elbows.

“Eating my breakfast.”

She opens her mouth to say something but a moan comes out instead. I had pulled the gusset of her panties to the side and started to flick her clit hidden in between her beautiful black pussy lips.

“Oh fuck…yes, fuck yes.”

I smile internally and suck on her clit. Her hips buck up into my face and her hand moves down to clench in my hair. She pulls me closer into her wetness. I moan and the vibrations transfer down to her clit and she moans again. I touch the tip of my tongue to her clit and her hips jerk towards my tongue.

“God Mads, your driving me c-crazy.”

I moan and suck her clit lightly before pulling away and quickly pulling her panties down her legs and tossing them somewhere behind me. I go back down on her and shove two fingers into her wet pussy. She squeals and arches her back with pleasure as I start my motions hard and fast. I was hungry and loving the taste of her as always, which meant fast, rough, mind blowing cunt munching on our dinning room table at 6:50 in the morning. Neither participants objecting to the antics. Wanting to see her face I glance up at her and moan as she does, in fact have her “fuck me till I pass out” face on. Which has occasionally happened on the most special days of our lives; my birthday, our one year anniversery, our two year anniversery, her birthday, and the day she got the job as CEO. Her teeth biting down hard on her lucious lip and her eyes tightly closed and her brow furrowed in deep concentration of her appending orgasm, or rather orgasms. She lets out almost a roar of pleasure and throws her legs over my shoulders and uses the hand in my hair to hold my mouth to her clit as she bucks her hips on my fingers and mouth. Both currently dripping of her arousal. I moan and suck harder. She moans loudly.

“Don’t stop! Oh Fuck don’t stop baby! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

I groan into her wetness as I hear her words. As if she had to ask me not to stop. I let out a small giggle as I make a personal note to make her scream for me to stop. I reach up to her with my free hand and cup her beautiful breast with a soft palm but rough fingers, tugging and twisting at the small sensitive nub of dark flesh. I feel her start to quiver and her muscles tighten around my fingers. She was close and bucks harder into my face. Once she reaches her orgasm she lets out an animalistic cry and her back arches off the table. Her legs trembling as she reaches down with her other hand to tug at my brown straight hair. I groan from the slight pain of my hair being pulled and the aching in my jaw and burn in my arm. I continue to suck and fuck her through her orgasm, successfully sending her into another orgasm. I finally slow down my motions and ease my fingers out of her when she begs for me to stop. I pull my mouth slightly far away, at least enough that her fingers still tangled in my hair but now laying limply on my head will allow. I softly kiss her thigh as I wait for her to come down from cloud 9. Once I here her breathing go back to normal and feel her fingers slide from my hair I move her legs from my shoulders and climb on top of the table. I lay down on her side and trace my finger in circles on her stomach. She gulps hard and takes a deep breath.

“I fucking love you.”

She says softly. I smile and snuggle closer to her.

“I love fucking you.”

I say with a sly smile. She wraps her arm around my back and let’s her hand rest on my hip. I sigh and look up to her. She had her eyes closed and her lips were parted with a beautiful and hazy smile. We eventually get up and she puts on her panties that had ended up ontop of our mirror in the dinning room. I had watched her as she gracefully stood on the balls of her feet to reach the panties. Groaning quietly as her shirt raises enough to show her sexy ass. She eventually starts to button her shirt but I stop her. I move closer to her and wrap my arms around her waist inside the shirt.

“How about you leave that open? We have all day to do whatever we want and I have a couple of ideas that involve you not wearing a shirt.”

She smiles and kisses me lightly.

“Oh, do you?”

I kiss her softly and smile into the kiss as she kisses me harder.

“Mhmm.”

I mumble against her lips. She breaks the kiss and smiles.

“Well…I’m starving and your the only one that “ate” this morning.”

She says the word ate with air quotes. I laugh and nod my head.

“Then I guess we should go eat then.”

She puts the eggs and bacon on two plates and we sit down. She makes conversation about my classes and she continuously tells me to stop staring at her breasts. Which is completely hopeless and she knows it because she eventually lets me continue staring. She wears a smirk the entire time my eyes linger all across her chest. She gets up and takes my plate when I’m done and I watch her ass sway to the kitchen. She turns around and smiles when I blush from being caught looking at her ass. She walks back to me and throws a leg over my legs and sits on my lap. I smile and put my hands on her hips.

“What would you say to a good old fashioned lap dance?”

I laugh.

“I’d say we need some music.”

She smiles and nods her head, embarassed.

“Right. I forgot. One second.”

She gets off of my lap and turns on a song with a slow beat then comes back to me. She gets in her position again and grabs the back of my chair for support. I put my hands on her hips as she starts to move her ass over my crotch. I groan and slide my hands down to her ass.

“Fuck baby.”

I whisper as I spread my legs a little to feel her more when she grinds down on me. I move my hands up her sides to her shoulders, brushing my thumbs across her erect nipples and pull her shirt down. She moves her hands off of the chair and assists on removing her shirt. My breathing gets faster as I reach down to her ass and press her harder into me. She lets out a soft moan as her heated core presses against my hip. I tilt my head up enough to take one of her breasts in my mouth. She smiles and moans.

“Th-This isn’t a lap dance anymore…is it?”

I smile and switch to her other breast and lightly scrape my teeth over the sensitive flesh, making her gasp at the sensation.

“Oh baby, it was never really a lap dance.”

She lets out a small laugh then moans as she grinds harder into me. Not wanting to wait any longer, I use her hips to push her back and she whimpers at the loss of contact. I smirk and quickly push my hand past her waistband and into her soft wetness. She lets out a deep growl as I rub her clit.

“Ride me baby.”

She moans and leans down to kiss me hard. I moan and slip my tongue in her mouth as she starts to frantically grind into my hand. She moans and I move my fingers with her thrust. She moans into my mouth and caresses my tongue with hers. Her thrusts get more needy and she breaks the kiss to get her lungs full of air. Her hands grab onto the chair again and I look down at my hand moving in her panties and moan. I look up at her. Her lips parted and her eyes shut tight. She moans out again and whimpers. She was close and I know that’s my cue to start telling her exactly what she wants to hear.

“You are so hot baby.”

She gasps and moans deeply. I lean forward and kiss her neck softly.

“God, your gorgeous when you ride my fingers…I want you to cum.”

She moans and let’s a small smirk spread on her lips.

“I want to cum.”

She moans and rest her forehead against mine. I smile and take a harder jab at her clit and she gasps.

“Don’t be a smart ass. I know you want to cum. I feel that you want to cum. Your so fucking wet Kayla.”

She moans and nods her head.

“I’m close baby.”

I nibble on her bottom lip then soothe the bites with my tongue. She whimpers and I feel her body start to tense. She was on the edge.

“Cum Kayla. Please cum. Cum for me, I need to see you cum for me. I need it.”

I say pleadingly. Her back arches against my body and she moans.

“Oh god. Oh god…ahh…Maddie.”

I smile and kiss her neck as she screams my name. She trembles on my lap and I hold her close. God, that will never get old. She tries to come down from her high as I tilt my head up and kiss her softly. She moans and releases her iron grip on the chair to cup my face gently. She eventually has to pull away and fill her oxygen deprived lungs with panting breathes. I slide my hand out of her panties and move them to her hips. I smile as I look at her neck. She had a barrage of hickies on her neck from last night and this morning. I smile at the memory. I love marking her. Everyone can see that she’s mine. Grant it, I keep them out of sight. Most of them. I move a hand to her neck and lightly trace the bruises.

“You have so many hickies-like almost 10.”

She looks down at me with a far away look on her face.

“I what?”

I smile and look at her neck.

“Hickies baby, hickies. Everywhere.”

She groans and gets up and walks over to a mirror to examine her neck. She pouts when she gets there.

“Babe, I thought we agreed to not give hickies in visible places. I have to go into work tomorrow. Everyone will see this.”

I sigh and stand up and walk behind her.

“Its nothing a little make up can’t fix. I promise babe. Half of them will be gone by tomorrow.”

She glares at me through the mirror.

“Liar. You bite too hard for them to be gone in a day.”

I smile knowingly and she grunts and rolls her eyes at my smugness. I grab her hips and kiss her neck. I look at her innocently through my eye lashes.

“I’m sorry Kayla. Forgive me?”

I bat my eye lashes and she smiles brightly.

“Your forgiven.”

I smile victoriously.

“Only if you let me have my way with you.”

She whispers. I look up to her eyes as my smile fades and everything turns serious. I nod my head once and she turns around to face me. She cups my face in her hands and I close my eyes at the feel of her warm soft skin on mine. I feel her move closer and lean towards me. I wait patiently for her lips to touch mine but she stays stuck in her position. I start to say her name.

“Kay-“

She cuts me off with a hard and passionate kiss. I moan softly and return the kiss. I grip her waist and press her closer to me. She moves forward and we stumble into the living room and she pushes me onto the couch. She straddles my hips and kisses me again. I moan and reach up to cup and squeeze her breasts. She smiles and grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls up, making me pull my hands away from her body. She throws my shirt behind her and my hands immediately move to her skin. I grab her ass and remember that she still has her panties on. I start to pull down her panties but she was already getting off the couch to take off mine. Once they are off she drops them and quickly takes off her own panties. I bite my lip and move my hand in between my legs and starts to rub myself as I wait for her because I know it turns her on. She sees me rubbing myself and moans deeply, almost a growl of desire. I smirk and rub faster, moaning at the friction on my clit but she grabs my hand and gets in between my legs. She leans on an arm by my side and brings my fingers up to her mouth.

“That’s my job.”

She whispers before she takes one of my fingers in her mouth. I let out a soft moan as her long tongue swirls around my finger. She moves to the next finger and continues her teasing rhythm. I swallow and use my other hand to slip my fingers into her hair and pull her into a kiss. She pulls my fingers out of her mouth and kisses me hungrily. I moan into her mouth and she slips her tongue between my lips to explore my mouth. I feel the soft touch of her fingers on my thigh motioning me to spread my legs further and I do. She breaks the kiss and latches her mouth to my neck. I moan and smile as she bites on the tender skin, undoubtedly leaving a mark. Then again and again, slowly moving down my throat leaving a path of hickies in her wake. She reaches my breasts and I gasp as she leaves a mark on the top of my breast. I feel her smile against my skin and move lower to mark the sensitive flesh on the underside of my breast. Making me gasp and jump at the sensation of her teeth biting my skin. She soothes the pain with the warm wet touch of her tongue and I moan as she finally stops biting and just trails her tongue down my stomach. She reaches my pussy and I bite my lip in anticipation. I feel her blow hot air on my pussy lips and my hips twitch up to find friction. She leans forward and starts to work her tongue across my clit. I moan loudly and arch my back. She works faster and faster. I moan again and move a hand to her head. I guess she was in no mood for more teasing and I thanked god that she wasn’t because my body was aching for release and my arousal was dripping down to the couch. I was soon on the edge with my right leg thrown across the back of the couch and my hand tightly gripping the cushions. I was panting and moaning uncontrollably.

“Oh god, Kayla! Don’t stop! Fuck me baby!”

I get pushed over the edge into my climax and arch my back. I move a hand down to her head and push myself onto her face. I buck my pussy into her face, riding out my massive orgasm. I finally relax back onto the couch and let my hand move from her head. She pulls away and kisses my thigh softly. She sits back and moves the leg that was on the back of the couch back to the seat cushions and lays down next to me on the inside of the couch. I sigh and roll over so I’m facing her. She wraps her arms around my shoulders and I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her closer. She grabs a blanket and pulls it over us. I close my eyes and let her old me. After a few minutes she whispers to me.

“Thank you.”

I was honestly so exhausted I had started to drift off into a state of sleep yet awakeness. I mumble.

“Hmm?”

She starts to move her fingers up and down my back. Effectively pushing me deeper into sleep.

“Thank you for staying with me today.”

I smile and use her chest as a pillow.

“I love you Kayla. I’m glad I stayed home. I’m sorry. I’m about to fall asleep on you.”

She smiles and pushes back hair from my face.

“I love you too Maddie. You can fall asleep baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

I smile and fall asleep in her arms. Listening to her heart beat and dreaming of her. Yeah, I’m glad I stayed home.

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As Serafina spreads her domination and turns her town into a fucking paradise, Alex realizes the truth about his children.

Incestuous Mind Control Explodes

A Story of the Institute of Apotheosis Research

Chapter Nine: Sister Spreads Her Lusts

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Deidre Icke trembled. She felt the power of her grandchildren radiating through the room as Alexis nursed them. In a night, Alexis went from merely being two weeks pregnant with her twin brother’s children to delivering a pair of healthy twins. Even now, as the infants nursed at her breasts, they’d grown. The nanites that had transformed Alexis and her brother Alex into gods had changed their children into something more.

Something wonderful.

Awe surged through Deidre Icke. It was all so clear to her now. This was what Dr. Blavatsky wanted. This was the ultimate conclusion of her dead guru’s plan. The enlightenment of mankind had begun.

She fell to her knees in worship. Her ex-husband and Master, Robert, knelt beside her, trembling in awe. Alexis had such a huge smile on her face as she nursed her two godly children. She had brought them into this world. The vessel for their divinity.

“They’re Adam and Eve, one soul. Ophiuchus, the thirteenth Zodiac,” Cindy and Mindy intoned together. “The ones forgotten. The Divine Masculine and Feminine split into earthly vessels. King and Mother. They have arrived to deliver Apotheosis.”

Alex left the room. Deidre hardly noticed.

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Serafina Pesce – Pisces

I lead my little sister, Lucilla, out into the morning sunlight naked. It was a warm day, the sunlight feeling naughty on my naked tits. I shivered, my round, nineteen-year-old breasts jiggled as I walked down the steps of our porch.

I could stride around naked because I was a goddess. The crazy Institute had given me powers, and that voice whispering in my mind wanted me to use them. To spread my passions. If that other goddess could make her town into a lesbian paradise, then I could turn my town into a fucking paradise.

People should be free to fuck whom they want when they want. Just free love. My dad wanted to fuck my sisters; he could. I wanted to eat my sisters’ pussies; I could. If a son wanted to fuck his mother; he could. I would change everything. Love could be shared with all. I might only like girls, but that didn’t mean other ladies couldn’t like boys.

“Where are we going?” my sister asked, her round breasts jiggling. Despite a year younger than me, she had tits as big as mine, a nice pair of C cups. Which meant we both were bigger than our older sister. She was loving our father at the moment.

He deserved love.

“We’re heading to the county fair,” I said. “It’s going on right now, and that means there are so many people to dominate gathered in one place. That’s what I have to do.”

“Oh,” she said. “Kinky.”

“Yep!” I said.

Her enthusiasm made me smile. She looked a lot like me. We both had that tan, Mediterranean skin common to Italians, her hair a darker shade of brown than my own. Mine was loose right now, but I normally wore it braided.

We strolled down our sidewalk. I loved the sun-warmed cement beneath my feet. It was such a lovely, fall day. I was glad it was still warm so we could go around naked. It was such a delicious treat. I had such a bounce to my step, my tits jiggling.

Three houses down, I found a man and his daughter working in the lawn. The girl glanced up at us, her ebony face freezing in shock. She held a tuft of weeds in her gloved hands. She let out a strangled groan.

“Raquel, keep pulling weeds,” her father said, a brawny, Black man with the sun glinting off his shaved and waxed head.

“But… but…” She pointed at us. She looked my sister’s age, eighteen and nubile.

I waved at her.

Her father looked at us. He gaped at us.

“Hi!” I said. “I’m just spreading the word. People should be free to fuck whom they want, and you two want to fuck each other!” I grinned at them. “So, have fun! You can fuck her right here, if you want. That would be hot. Incest is the best! Find out!”

I grinned as the man growled, staring at his daughter. My commands worked wonderfully on them. The voices in my mind cooed in delight. They were happy with me. I smiled as the Black man pounced on his daughter and ripped down her jean shorts.

“Oh, Daddy, yes!” Raquel moaned as my sister and I walked down the street. “I need to fuck you! Get your dick in me!”

Lucilla giggled. “She’s getting her cherry popped. I bet she’s like me and always had a crush on her daddy.”

“I bet so,” I nodded. “Now she gets to know that same joy.”

“You’re just spreading happiness,” my sister said, smiling at me. She was such a cutie.

“Yep, happiness!” I grinned back at her. “We’re going to hand out so much happiness today.”

The gasps and moans dwindled as we kept going down our sleepy street. I wanted to find more people. I was so eager for this. It wasn’t a long walk to the fairground from our house, but I was hoping to enlighten more people.

At the corner of my street, I smiled as I saw a girl I knew from my high school. Kaitlyn was a redhead with sparkling, blue eyes. She was working in a flower garden, planting something next to a woman with fiery hair who must be her mother. I waved to Kaitlyn. She lifted her head, her large tits swaying in her tank top. Her jaw dropped.

“Serafina!” she gasped at me. “What? Why are you naked?”

“Hi, Kaitlyn,” I said. “Hi, Mrs. Garter.”

The older woman, a mature version of Kaitlyn, looked up and gasped. She clamped her gloved hands over her mouth, spilling some potting soil onto her cheek. Her green eyes almost bulged from her eyes at the sight of us.

“It’s okay that we’re naked,” I said, my pussy growing wet. “In fact, you want to be naked right now, too. Both of you!”

I smiled as my thoughts went to work. I could feel my mind surging out and affecting their brainwaves, rewriting them. It was so amazing. Weird, though, I didn’t feel the tingling, prickling sensation from last night. It was like my powers were… fully functional now.

The voices were what I was missing.

“Of course I want to be naked,” Kaitlyn said. “Why are we wearing these clothes, Mom?”

“I’m not sure,” she said as she pulled off her work gloves.

Kaitlyn was faster, already standing up and peeling off her tank top. I smiled, licking my lips. She had such big tits. They must be Double D’s. I bet they looked amazing naked. She had a frilly, light-blue bra on. Even naughtier, it clasped in the front. Her large breasts spilled out, her nipples soft. She wasn’t turned on.

Couldn’t have that.

Her mother pulled off her old t-shirt. Her tits didn’t look as big as her daughter’s boobs. She reached behind her, unhooking her beige bra. She slipped it off her shoulders, her round breasts swaying. They weren’t as perky as her daughters, but her nipples were larger and darker.

My pussy tingled as Kaitlyn wiggled out of her pants. Her panties were striped with bands of teal and hugged her rump. Her mother wore a pair of beige panties, too, matching her bra. I licked my lips as they bared everything, sliding those panties off, standing naked in the yard.

“You’re shaved,” Mrs. Garter said, noting her daughter’s bare twat.

“D’oh,” Kaitlyn said. “Every girl my age is shaved.”

“Serafina’s not,” Mrs. Garter said, pointing at me. “Nor is her sister.”

Kaitlyn’s face fell.

“It’s okay,” I said. “Girls are free to shave or not shave their pussies. Just like girls are free to have sex with whomever they want. I’m spreading that message and…” A wicked idea passed through me. “Come with me. I want you two at my side. You both are sexy.” If my mother was alive…

“I am sexy,” Kaitlyn said. She smacked her mom’s rump. “So are you, Mom.”

Her mother straightened, a big smile crossing her lips. “Ooh, I haven’t felt sexy in a while, but… I am, aren’t I?” She put her arm around her naked daughter. “We both are.”

I salivated at the sight of Kaitlyn’s large breast nudging her mother’s round tits. This would be an incredible day. I would gather my own cadre of naked women. I would surround myself with lesbian incest.

Ooh, I was such a kinky goddess.

“Let’s go and spread the word!” I shouted. I felt like a perverted Dorthy, collecting my followers on the Yellow Brick Road. I giggled, glancing at my little sister.

“What?” she asked me.

“Nothing, cutie,” I said.

Mrs. Garter and Kaitlyn joined us, walking beside me and my sister. I loved the bouncing tits beside us. Passing cars would slow to stare at us. I would wave at them, shouting out my commands, letting people know that it was okay to fuck whom they wanted, even if they were their family.

“There’s no shame in sex!” I said to a wife accepting a package from the mail man. “Never be jealous. Be free. You’re not a slut for cheating on your husband. You can’t cheat on your husband. You’re just having fun fucking the mail man. He’ll understand. Right?” I winked at her husband washing the car in the driveway. “You’re not jealous. You’re just happy she’s having fun.”

“Yeah,” he said as his wife pulled the mail man inside the house.

“So go watch!” I said. “Jerk off your cock! Have fun!”

He raced after.

Kaitlyn giggled beside me. “You’re so different, Serafina.”

“I’m a Goddess,” I said as we continued on.

I kept spreading my word. I sparked off new delights that made my pussy wet. A mother fucked her son in the middle of their lawn. Two random people fucked on the hood of the guy’s car. A man and his wife had a threesome with their neighbors sexy, nineteen-year-old daughter. An old man got a hummer from a young girl.

It was so much fun.

The cops showed up twice already, but I explained to the officers the joys of sex, leaving both enjoying some nice pussy bent over the hood of their squad car. They looked happy. I was glad to do something nice for the boys in blue.

“Hey, there’s June and her sister, Lily!” Lucilla shouted, pointing across the street about five minutes after our last police encounter.

Two girls were riding their bikes down the sidewalk. Both were blonde, though June had dirtier hue to hers, her locks verging closer to brown than her younger sister’s. Lily had her golden hair gathered in a braid. My pussy ached. I was feeling so horny after handing out so many commands. I was eager to have my own fun.

“June, Lily, come here!” I shouted, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. I glanced at Mrs. Garter. “I think it’s time for you to get to know your daughter better.”

“How?” she asked, the older woman sounding eager.

“Sexually, d’oh,” I said. “Lesbian incest is the best, so get down on your knees and eat your daughter out.”

Her round tits heaved as she fell to her knees on the sidewalk. Before June and Lily had even finished crossing the road, Mrs. Garter had her face buried in her daughter’s pussy, licking and feasting, eating her with such passion.

It was such a beautiful sight to see. Kaitlyn’s blue eyes bulged. She shuddered and groaned. Her hips wiggled from side to side, grinding her hot cunt on her mother’s mouth. Her large tits jiggled with such a lovely sway.

Pussy juices ran down her thighs.

“Oh, wow, what is going on?” June asked. She was my age. Her blue eyes were wide as she stopped her bike at the side walk. “Is that your mom, Kaitlyn?”

“Lesbian incest is the best,” groaned Kaitlyn, her nipples hardening. She seized those nubs, squeezing them as her mother devoured her. “My mom’s proving it. She’s eating me with such hunger. Oh, wow.”

“June?” whimpered Lily, who was Lucilla’s age. She turned to start peddling away.

“Lily, don’t go,” I commanded, loving how she stopped. “Both of you, strip naked and relax. Incest is okay. Especially incest. In fact, nothing makes you two wetter than each other. You two are into sisterly love in a big way.”

“Mmm, it’s fun, Lily,” Lucilla said.

June and Lily dismounted their bikes, Lily’s crashing to the road while June flipped down her kickstand. They ripped off their helmets, June’s loose, sandy-blonde hair spilling around her shoulders. She wore a belly shirt, her stomach sexy. She pulled off her top and bra, her round breasts swaying, her breasts round and plump.

As she stripped, she stared at her little sister. Lily was cute and petite, her breasts small and budding, her nipples small but hardening. June let out a moan of pure, wanton lust as her lesbian desires for her sister kindled.

I awakened them in her! I loved being a naughty goddess!

The moment June was naked, I pulled her to me. Her round breast quivered as I slid my arm over her shoulder. She felt so nice against me. Her blue eyes sparkled as she looked at me. Her hips wiggled. Cars passed us on the street, gawking at us. I didn’t care.

“We have sexy sisters, don’t we?” I said, eyeing Lucilla. She bounced before me with excitement, her dark-brown bush soaked with her juices, her large, pink nipples thrusting hard from her tits. They were bigger nipples than my own.

“Yeah, we do,” June said. “I never really noticed, but Lily is just so cute.”

“Mmm, I bet your pussy is as wet as mine,” I said, my left hand darting across my body to slide between her thighs. I felt her silky bush and grinned at the juicy heat I found. “Oh, yes, you’re soaked. Want to get some relief?”

“You mean…” June’s blue eyes sparkled.

“Oh, yes! It’s time to get our pussies eaten!” I glanced at our sisters. “Lily, Lucilla, come attend to us! Love your sisters!”

“Yes!” Lucilla squealed. She darted to me, her round tits heaving.

“Oh, I will, June,” Lily said. She sank to her knees before June, her braid dancing down her lithe back.

My sister followed suit. She pressed her mouth into my bush, her delicate fingers stroking my thighs. I shuddered as her tongue flicked out, sliding through my hot folds. June gasped beside me, her arm slipping around my waist as she trembled.

I glanced at her, watching the pleasure cross her face as she experienced sisterly incest for the first time. Lily munched on June’s snatch, feasting with a hunger that made my classmate tremble. June’s blue eyes squeezed shut.

“It’s amazing, isn’t it?” I purred, Lucilla’s tongue sliding deep into my pussy, caressing my naughty flesh.

“Uh-huh!” moaned June, her hips wiggling, rubbing her side against mine. “Ooh, her tongue’s just teasing me.”

“It is amazing!” Kaitlyn gasped from nearby. “Oh, yes, my mom’s feasting on me. She’s got her tongue so deep in me.”

“I know, that’s great!” I gasped, Lucilla’s tongue swirling through my depths, sending waves of incestuous delight through me.

The sun warmed my tits as I trembled. Pleasure surged through me as my sister feasted on me. I held June tight to me, loving her body shivering beside mine. My right breast nudged her left as we both shuddered in delight, our little sisters feasting on us.

Then Kaitlyn slipped her arm against my other side, her mother shifting to keep up with her. My green-eyed schoolmate grinned at me. Her larger tit pressed on my left boob as she darted her head in and kissed me on the mouth.

I groaned into her sweet lips, my sister’s hands stroking my belly. Her touch invigorated me. Made the kiss I shared with Kaitlyn even hotter. My tongue dueled with hers, both of us moaning into our kiss as those we loved pleasured our cunts.

“That’s so hot!” moaned June. “Ooh, you two look so sexy together.”

Kaitlyn broke our kiss, her green eyes glassy. “I just wanted to kiss Serafina. And I shouldn’t hold back.”

“That’s right,” I groaned. “If you want someone, enjoy them! It’s the best.” I turned my head to June, her blue eyes glossy as she shuddered. “Right?”

“Right!” she said. Then she kissed me.

I groaned, holding tight to the two girls, my tongue dancing and dueling with June’s. We both moaned our delight, savoring our little sister’s and mom feasting on us. It was such a wonderful pleasure. It spilled such delight through my body. I groaned, shivering, shaking. My breasts heaved. I wiggled my hips from side to side as our tongues dueled each other.

“Yes, yes, Mom!” Kaitlyn moaned. “Mmm, I like that! Play with my clit! That’s going to make me cum!”

I broke the kiss with June to gasp, “Yes, yes, we all need to cum! Lucilla, make me explode!”

“I will!” my little sister moaned as she stared up at me, her mouth pressed into my snatch. My brown bush spilled over her nose. Her dark eyes were glassy with delight. Her fingers caressed my belly. “Make you cum so hard.”

Lucilla latched onto my clit. I gasped. My pussy clenched as the heat surged through me. A dizzy ripple shuddered through me. My toes curled. I groaned, my breasts jiggling and heaving. Heat washed through me. It was such an incredible delight that flowed through me.

“Oh, yes, yes,” I gasped. “Mmm, that’s good. Make me explode!”

“I want to cum all over your mouth, Lily!” June whimpered. “Oh, wow, that’s good! That’s so much better than my boyfriend!”

“I know!” gasped Kaitlyn. “God, Mom, you are a pussy-licking champ!”

“I haven’t eaten out a girl’s pussy since college!” whimpered Mrs. Carter, her green eyes twinkling. “Mmm, I missed it. You taste good, honey!”

I loved it. The three of us were all trembling as we had our pussies licked. Delight burned through my body. It trembled and writhed through me. I squirmed my hips, wiggling them from side to side as Lucilla sucked on my clit. She nibbled on it, teased me, sending jolts of rapture shooting through me.

I was going to cum so hard. I was going to explode. The pleasure built and swirled through me. My eyes rolled back in my head. I shivered and moaned. My fingers clenched on both June’s and Kaitlyn’s shoulders, holding them against me.

Our three incestuous passions moaned through the air. We were getting wild right in public. Just the way it should happen. My eyes fluttered, little stars dancing across my vision. I surveyed the world around me. The world I would create.

It was amazing.

“Incest is the best!” I shouted at the top of my lungs. “Everyone! It’s okay to fuck who you want! You don’t have to feel guilty! You don’t have to be jealous! Love and sex aren’t the same! Be happy and have fun! Fuck right here!”

My sister nibbled on my clit.

“You!” I gasped at the watching guy. “Go fuck that woman in the red dress!” My eyes snapped to the woman across the street watching us with a shocked look. “You, get down on your knees and enjoy yourself!”

She obeyed. He obeyed. It was so hot. I could make anyone do anything!

“You, fuck your wife bent over that car!” I moaned at a couple. “And you, suck that boy’s dick!” A busty MILF darted to the youth holding a skateboard filming our incestuous passion with his phone. “Don’t stop recording while she blows you!”

“Fuck, naw, chicky!” he said as the MILF fell to her knees and attacked his jeans.

This was amazing. I made sex happen wherever I went. I would make everyone so happy. Moans burst around us. Flesh slapped flesh as bystanders joined the fun. My little sister’s tongue gave me as much bliss as the passion I created around us.

“Oh, my fucking god!” moaned the woman in the red dress.

“Yes, yes, yes!” gasped the wife getting fucked bent over the car.

“Fuck, yeah!” panted the boy getting a blowjob from the sexy MILF.

“Sex is amazing!” I moaned, my sister’s tongue fluttering through my folds. “Oh, fuck yes!”

I came hard.

I exploded on my little sister’s mouth. Her tongue lapped up the cream flooding out of me. My round tits quivered, rubbing against June’s and Kaitlyn’s breasts. I held them tight to me as my pleasure surged through me.

Waves of ecstasy washed into my brain. The bliss spilled over my thoughts, smothering them in such wondrous passion. I groaned. My eyes fluttered. I bucked and smeared my pussy on my sister’s face. I drowned her in my passion.

She licked it all up.

“Oh, fuck, yeah!” panted June. “Oh, Lily! Oh, Lily, yes!”

“Mom!” squealed Kaitlyn.

All three of us were coming. We were all embracing the incestuous bliss exploding through us. It was amazing. I loved my mind-control powers. I gasped and shuddered as the bliss surged through me. That wondrous heat spilled through my body. It left me panting, gasping, my head dizzy with bliss.

I never wanted this delight to end. I wanted to keep experiencing such rapture. My eyes rolled back in my head. I groaned, this dizzy lust spilling through me. I shook my head, sucking in deep breaths as my heart pounded in my chest.

“Oh, wow,” groaned Kaitlyn beside me. “Oh, Mom, that was incredible.” Her large tits rose and fell. “Mmm, you are an amazing pussy licker!”

“So are you, Lily!” June panted, her face flushed.

Lily’s cute face pulled from her sister’s pussy. Juices were smeared across her features. She licked her lips. “Really?”

“Really,” June said and pulled Lily to her feet. The two sisters shared a hot, incestuous kiss.

My heart quivered. I made this happen. Just like I made all the lust around me happen.

Lucilla popped up, her lips smeared in my sweet cream. She threw her arms around my neck, rose up on her tiptoes, and kissed me with such passion on the mouth. I groaned, loving the flavor of my incestuous cream smeared on her lips. Her tongue dueled with mine, making me shiver in delight. She was such a sexy thing.

I loved it.

Our breasts pressed tight. I slipped my arms from around Kaitlyn’s and June’s shoulders to hold my little sister tight to me. She wiggled. I knew her pussy was on fire. As much as I wanted to feast on her, I had an orgy to trigger.

I broke the kiss and moaned, “Come on, we’re almost to the fair.”

My little sister moaned and shivered.

I winked at her. “You’ll get off. I promise. While everyone watches.”

The six of us continued on, naked. As we neared the fairgrounds, there were more and more people for me to command. I set off mini-orgies of fucking and sucking. A woman was spit-roasted by her boyfriend and a burly biker. Two sisters were sixty-nining while their brother fucked their mother’s ass and dad enjoyed her pussy. I left another woman with a line of guys eager to gangbang her one after the other. A cop controlling traffic got his very own naughty slut to suck his cock while he did it.

I gave out my commands to everyone. There were so many people. It was incredible. I felt not a twinge of pain as I rewrote hundreds of minds, my little sister clutching to my arm. Sometimes I added to my entourage. Always women related to each other. Another set of sisters, a busty mother and her sexy daughter, two cute cousins.

It was so hot being escorted by my growing delight of naked women. They all loved each other now, that was amazing. They would exchange kisses while I stopped to give commands. June was even fingering Lily as they walked, rubbing her hot pussy and making the eighteen-year-old girl gasp and shudder.

I worked my way through the fairgrounds towards the stage to the rodeo. It would be packed. Everyone always tried to get tickets to it. There would be thousands of people to dominate. I shivered in delight, so eager for this moment.

I left orgies in my wake. Naked people gasping and heaving as they fucked each other, loved each other without restraint. I clutched Lucilla’s hand in delight as I reached the entrance to the stadium. All those people in line fell on each other at my command.

“Hey, go fuck that cute redhead,” I told the burly cowboy letting people into the fair.

“Yes, ma’am, I will,” he said, tipping his hat and going to the busty hottie I pointed out.

I grinned and walked down the tunnel. The cheers of the rodeo built around me. There was an announcer talking. He was out in the center of the rodeo, getting ready to announce the next event. I smiled in delight and walked right up to the edge of the barrier separating me from the action.

The crowd around me gasped at the sight of my naked entourage. The MC, a middle-aged cowboy with a ruddy face, faltered in his words as he stared at me. I ordered him to hand over the mic. I was so wet, so ready to dominate a thousand people.

Yesterday, it hurt to rewrite just my sisters’ minds. But everything had changed. The final pieces were in place to truly let me dominate. I felt… energized by those twin voices whispering through my mind.

“Thanks,” I said, taking the microphone from him. I held it out to my voice, feeling the eyes of everyone staring at me. It was incredible. “Hello! I’m Serafina, and I’m your new Goddess! You all worship me! Obey me!”

A groan rippled through the crowd. My words reached them while my thoughts radiated around the stadium. I shuddered as I dominated all these thousands of people. My mind-control spread through them.

“You all love me!” I said.

They cheered for me. Their love reverberated through the stadium. They stood up, clapping their excitement. I shuddered in the midst of my lesbian entourage. My pussy felt so molten with all the power I had. I shifted my hips from side to side, surveying them all. This was such an incredible rush.

“I have amazing news for you all,” I said. “There’s no shame in sex. You are free to love whom you want. Incest is awesome! You definitely should try that out. There’s no jealousy any longer. Only joy. If your wife fucks another man, be happy for her. If your husband fucks another woman, join the fun! If you want to fuck your mom, do it! Want to suck cock, do it! Want to fuck your father, your brother, your sister, do it!

“That’s what I’m here to tell you. You want to fuck, there’s no shame in it. Even here. Because right now, you all want to fuck! Look around you. There’s bound to be someone you’re sitting nearby that makes you hard or wet! Have fun! Indulge! When you’re fucking each other, you’re loving me. And you all want to make me happy!”

I shuddered as the orgy exploded around me. The world disintegrated into passion. Clothing flew off across the entire stadium. I slowly turned, staring up at all the stands rising above me, a sea of humanity learning to love each other. It was so different.

“There is no more morality keeping us from the pleasures we want,” I said, my eyes falling on my little sister’s soaked bush. “That’s why I’m going to eat out my little sister right now!”

I threw the microphone down. A blare of feedback screeching through the auditorium, I fell down to my knees and buried my face into my sister’s bush. Her silky pubic hair caressed my mouth. My tongue flicked out, gathering her sweet pussy, a fresher flavor than my own cream. She gasped, staring down at me with such joy in her eyes.

This felt so right. I was given the Halo to change the world. And I would. I’d start here, but I knew my message would spread. All the gods’ messages would spread. There were twelve us serving the voices, expanding our powers farther and farther.

The sounds of passion echoed through the stadium as my tongue plunged deep into my little sister’s snatch. I stirred around in her, my hands gripping her ass. She grinned at me, her round breasts quivering.

I loved my powers. I was so glad I was chosen to be a Goddess.

…We knew you would do the right thing… the twin voices whispered in my mind. …We’re proud of you. Enjoy your little sister. When you’re done, there are more people you need to dominate…

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Alex Icke – Virgo

I felt lost as I stumbled through the bowels of the Institute. I thought this was all bullshit. That my family had devoted ourselves to Dr. Blavatsky and his wife, Dr. Bailey, for nothing. That they were just crazy. When Ulrich disrupted the plan and sent Henry Archer’s girlfriend the Virgo halo, that they were wrong.

And now…

My children were changed. My son and daughter were whispering in my thoughts. It was gentle, quite, but he could feel it. They needed him to dominate. They needed all the gods to dominate. The other gods and me were their Zodiacs, created to enslave and change the world as they came of age. I wasn’t rebelling.

I was acting just as Dr. Blavatsky predicted.

For the night, I’d lost my faith and now… Now I just felt used by Dr. Blavatsky. It wasn’t enlightenment that we were bringing mankind, it was slavery. We would change them through rewriting their minds. It was why all the gods had these abilities. Why Dr. Bailey had designed the Halo nanites to have these abilities, to give the gods sexual stamina. It must push them into sexual perversity, using the strongest drive in a human, to procreate, to propel them to use their powers on others.

I found myself in my mother’s office. I walked around the table and sat in her chair. Her computer was on. All the feeds were up. The new gods weren’t being monitored, when I grabbed the Halo, the drone teams hadn’t bothered to set up those spycams. But the older gods were being watched as they slowly spread their power through their communities.

I don’t know how long I sat there brooding. I didn’t know what to do. I could feel my children whispering, wanting me to go out and dominate. To share with the world my own view on it. That women should be submissive to their men. That only their master should breed them. Only when she was pregnant, could a woman allow another man to fuck her.

And only if her master allowed.

It was the same message my twin sister, the other half of my soul, wanted to share. She submitted to me. She wasn’t my slave because I made her. She was my slave by choice. Did it matter that my enslavement would allow my children to dominate?

Should I rebel or submit?

Could I rebel? I felt them on my mind. They were… pressuring me. And that was as infants. When they were grown, would their power be even stronger? Would the gods just be their slaves? Did I want to be their slave? Did it matter?

The door opened. My sister entered the office, her black hair clinging wet to her naked body. Her breasts were fuller, rounder, not the small mounds from before. Her nipples looked fatter, changed by her pregnancy. Her stomach was flat as normal. She sauntered to me, her hips swaying from side to side.

“You’re not nursing them?” I asked.

“They’re sleeping,” she said. “Dreaming of the future.”

She reached me and slipped onto my lap. Her hands slid up my naked chest. She smelled fresh of soap, just showered. Her arms slipped around me as she stared at me in the eyes, her dark eyes almost swallowing me.

“What’s wrong, Master?” she asked, her voice soft and sweet.

“We’re their slaves,” I muttered. “We’re not gods, but puppets.”

“And?” She arched an eyebrow. “Our parents are happy being our slaves. The world will be happy, too. So can we.”

She kissed me, her lips hot and delicious. Her tongue thrust into my mouth. My cock twitched. Her shaved pussy rubbed against my swelling dick. She was hot and juicy. I groaned, my eyes closing as my twin sister loved me.

“We’ll be together, Master,” she whispered through my mind, our thoughts linked by the nanites. We were one soul. “We’ll be happy serving our children. Those we dominate will be happy. We’ll spread our version of enlightenment. Our children won’t stop us. They want us to unleash our desires on the world. So, let’s do it.”

Her words were so seductive. I wanted to go out there and dominate. It ached in me. My thoughts brimmed with the power to mold people to me. I kissed my sister back, gripping her rump as she humped against me.

“We’re going to go out there and enslave them. For our children.” She giggled in my mind. “We’re following Dr. Blavatsky’s will still. We are going to bring about enlightenment. Our children will make humanity into one harmonious society. Isn’t that wonderful? No more pain and suffering. Just people happy and working towards a united goal.”

I groaned, squeezing her ass.

“You want that, don’t you, Master?” she asked. “I know you do. I can feel it. You don’t have to lose your faith. We were chosen. We’re special, Master. We’re the Gemini gods.” She broke the kiss and said out loud, “We’re going to make the world into a wonderful place.”

She arched her back, her swollen breasts swaying right before me. Her breast milk beaded on them. Milk leaked from them. It was such a delicious treat to see. I hungered for her. I wanted to suckle from her. To devour her.

I latched onto her breast. I suckled from her. Her milk squirted into my mouth. It was just such a treat. It was amazing. Her creamy milk splashed across my tongue. She tasted so sweet, different from cow’s milk. And warm…

The flavor melted on my tongue. I gripped her ass. I squeezed and kneaded her as I nursed from her. I gulped down her milk while her fingers slid through my hair. She nursed me. Her milk fed this hunger in me. It was incredible. A euphoric rush surged through me.

“Mmm, we’re going to help them change the world, aren’t we, Master?” she cooed.

“Yes,” I groaned. I felt so good. Her milk was divine. I suckled with noisy passion. Her cream squirted onto my mouth. “We are. We’re going to dominate the world. For them.”

“Yes!” she moaned, her pussy grinding on my cock. Her hips wiggled as I nursed, her hot snatch sliding up my hard cock until she reached the crown. Her pussy lips engulfed my tip.

I froze. I popped my mouth off her nipple as she engulfed my cock with her tight pussy. “You just gave birth. Aren’t you sore?”

“Nanites healed me,” she moaned. “Mmm, aren’t I as tight as ever? Just so wonderful and delicious. Mmm, doesn’t that just feel amazing as I slid down your cock, Master?”

“Yes,” I groaned, my fingers squeezing my twin sister’s rump.

“You have to breed me again, Master,” she moaned. “Our next children will be normal. But we’ll love them, won’t we?”

“Yes!” I groaned.

“We’ll make the world into a beautiful place for them, Master!” she moaned, her hips sliding her cock up and down my dick. Her pussy squeezed me. Her snatch caressed me. It was such a silky delight that made me groan. “We’re going to change it, Master! So breed me!”

“Yes!” I growled, my fingers squeezing into her rump. I kneaded her rump as she worked her pussy up and down my cock. “Work that cunt on my cock, slave! Make me cum! I’m going to breed you!”

“Yes, Master!” she gasped, the chair creaking as she slid up and down me.

Her pussy squeezed around my cock. Her snatch pleased me. It was incredible to enjoy. The chair creaked as she wiggled her hips from side to side. She stirred her pussy around my cock. The pleasure surged through me. She pumped up and down me. She massaged me.

I squeezed her rump. I massaged her ass. My fingers dug into her. I groaned as she stared into my eyes. She slammed down my cock. She worked her cunt around my dick, squeezing, massaging me. My toes curled as her milk-laden tits jiggled before me.

I ducked my head down. I latched onto her nipple and suckled.

Her pussy squeezed hard around my dick. I growled as the pleasure surged through me. Her pussy melted around my cock. It was an incredible delight. It was an amazing thrill. I reveled in it. It felt so amazing to enjoy. Her pussy slammed down me again and again as her sweet milk spilled over my mouth.

“Master!” she moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, yes! I love nursing you, Master! My milk is yours! My nanites produce so much! I can nurse you and our children!”

“Good,” I growled as her cunt slid up and down my cock. It was an incredible delight to enjoy. “I’m going to nurse from you every day! I own your milk! Your body!”

“You do, Master! I’m your goddess-slave! Your sister-slut!”

I nursed with hunger from my twin. I gulped down her milk as my balls grew tighter and tighter. Her cunt squeezed around my dick. She rose up and down my shaft faster and faster. The friction of her tight pussy transformed into pleasure that raced down my body.

She slammed down my cock, engulfing me again and again. I loved being in her hot warmth. My twin sister loved me. She held me to her breasts as she fucked me. I gulped down that sweet cream as I came closer and closer to erupting.

“Cum!” I commanded her with my mind. “Cum on my dick! Milk my jizz out of my balls! I’m breeding you!”

“Yes, Master!” she howled in my mind as she cried out in wordless bliss.

Her pussy convulsed around me.

She slammed down my dick. Her spasming pussy writhed around my cock. It was such a sweet delight to experience. Her flesh sucked at my balls. They tensed. My hands squeezed into her rump. I suckled hard from her nipple.

Milk splashed sweet into my mouth.

Pleasure exploded in my balls.

My incestuous seed fired into her cunt.

Her pussy spasmed hard around my cock, milking my jizz out of my balls. I groaned, stars bursting across my vision as I pumped her full of so much cum. It was incredible. This powerful pleasure slammed into my mind. My eyes squeezed shut.

“Master!” she howled. “Breed me!”

Her pussy drained my balls. Every blast sent a rush of bliss through me. For a wondrous moment, I was in heaven. I was united as close as I could be to my twin sister. We were one for that brief moment again.

Then my orgasm passed.

I released her nipple and leaned back in the chair. She pressed her body against me. She squirmed on me, feeling so lithe. I shuddered as her pussy wiggled around my still-hard cock. She kissed me, tasting her own milk.

“What are we going to do, Master?” she asked.

“Spread our divine word,” I told her. “There are women out there that need to learn the joys of submitting to their man.”

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Adam – Ophiuchus

“Our plan succeeded,” I sent telepathically to my now twin sister. “We live again. Your nanites worked.”

We were still in these infant bodies, but they would grow. Alexis’s nanite-infused milk would feed the same nanites that infused our bodies. We chose her and her brother to produce healthy twins, scrying the future, delving into the esoteric, to create a better future. Our future. Science and metaphysics wedded together. Everything proceeded so that our nanites would transform these Alex and Alexis’s children into the earthly vessels, allowing us to be reborn.

“Yes, I can connect to all the nodes,” Eve, my sister-wife’s new name, sent. “All twelve are active and where they should be. We just have to grow up, and then we shall change the world.”

“Reshape it,” I agreed. “We shall deliver an earthly salvation. Mankind will not go extinct, but will be transformed.”

I couldn’t wait to the see the fruits of our labors. When we ended our first earthly existence, placing our future into the hands of Deidre Icke and the rest of our followers, it was a gamble. Giving up our lives for godhood.

We did it. Apotheosis achieved.

The END

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And introduction to Jia’s family and their fun

Jia’s Awakening Ch 4 1/2 : Jessa’s Story and Family Secrets

Author’s note: This actually takes place between chapters 4 and 5.

She got home from school and threw down her backpack beside the door. Again, no homework that day, so Jessa could relax. Next she stripped off her tshirt and skirt, leaving her wearing nothing but panties. Jessa looked at herself in the mirror, wishing that her boobies would start growing like the other girls in her grade 6 class. But she knew that she had genetics working against her, as her older sister Jia was 15 and still barely had begun to fill out in the chest.

Still, she found herself liking what she saw in the mirror. A cute slim girl with low cut ‘Hello Kitty’ pink panties on, with her glasses and her hair in braided pigtails. She smiled and reached up and gave her preteen nipples a couple pinches. They were just a shade darker than her Filipina skin, but they were there, and were quite sensitive. She was eager to have her sister come home soon so they could play, so she didn’t put a hand in her panties yet. And their mom wouldn’t be home till after her classes at college finished early in the evening.

She grinned at the idea that no one would suspect this bookworm of a girl to be so wild once she got naked. But nothing seemed wrong with it to her, as her entire life she’d been living like this. Jjust last year did the tickling feelings turn into pleasure feelings, so she was just like her sister and mom now, able to enjoy all the physical pleasures that girls could bring each other. But it was kept a secret, just for her little family to know, plus their aunt that lived nearby.

Jessa sat down to watch TV. After an hour, she realized her sister was late. She called her cell phone, but there was no answer. Jessa was a bit sad, as she had been a little worked up from gym class today, seeing all of her classmates changing. She really wanted some loving relief. She could masturbate herself, but it was always more enjoyable to have Jia’s or her mom’s tongue work her little clitty and pussy.

Finally, around 7pm, Jia got home. Jessa could tell her sister was exhausted and a little bit flushed too. She wondered what happened.

“Jia, where were you? I’ve been home all alone for 3 hours, and I was really horny and wanted to play together!” Jessa complained to her older sister.

“I’m sorry sis. I went with Erica over to a friend’s place, and time slipped away, and I’m really tired and just want to sleep for awhile. OK?” Jia replied.

“Awwwww Jia! What were you all doing?” Jessa whined as she watched her older sister begin to take off her clothes.

“Umm, just talking and such, but I’ll tell you more later, I just want to lay down”

“OK, I’ll cuddle with you until mom gets home if you want”

“Yeah right kiddo. I know how you work, you’ll cuddle with me and then try to get your way.” Jia poked fun at her little sister as she finished taking off all her clothes.

“No really, I just want to feel you…” Jessa was replying when she got a look at Jia’s pussy, which was swollen and reddish. “Jia, what have you been up to? I can see you’re all swelled up down there!”

Jia looked at herself in the mirror and saw what Jessa spotted. It really was hard to miss. She beckoned to Jessa to then join her on the bed and took her in her arms.

“Well sweetie, I went with my friend Erica to the home of a neighbour of hers. She’s been enjoying going over there and she told me all about it and wonderful it was, so I decided I finally wanted to try.” Jia paused, then continued with a big smile on her face “I got my cherry taken today by this great guy!” Then she hugged her little sister to her.

“WHAT?!!” Jessa exclaimed. “I thought you didn’t like boys”

“He’s not a boy, he’s a man! And well equipped to please! And he was gentle and wonderful and sweet and can last a long time compared to boys”

“How do you know? Didn’t you just say he took your cherry? What’s going on? How many boys have you been with? I thought that it was just me and mom and auntie!” Jessa shot back rapidfire questions, feeling confused and betrayed.

“Slow down little sister, don’t worry” Jia tried comforting the agitated 11 year old in her arms who was fighting to back away.

“OK, first, I’ve never had full sex with a boy. They just like to have us girls use our hands and mouths sometimes to make them cum. It’s really easy with the boys at school, as it takes just a few minutes, and after they shoot they don’t care about anything else. Me and many of the girls at school do it to get the boys to do things we want them to do, like buy us stuff and such.” Jia explained.

“As for how many, none of your business little sister!” Jia laughed. “But today, Jeff was the first guy to actually put his thing inside me. And he’s older and has lots of self control. He even did Erica for a while as she licked me before he did it to me. Oh my god it was soo good!”

“So you liked it?” Jessa asked tentatively.

“Oh yess, it was incredible” Jia started to gush. But then she saw the look on Jessa’s face. “But baby, it’s not like when we’re together. It’s different. I won’t ever stop loving you or playing with you!” she tried to reassure her sister.

“Really?”

“Really!” Jia told her, then bent down and gave her a big kiss.

“Goodie, I like it too much, and no one else will be as much fun as you and mommy”

Suddenly Jia felt her sister’s fingers probing her sensitive swollen pussy.

“Hey!!” Jia exclaimed.

“I wanna see what it looks like down there. See if you are all loose and saggy!” Jessa teased before she dove her face between her older sister’s legs.

“AAAHHHH Jessa!! Be careful! I’m really sensitive and a bit sore!”

Jessa lifted her face and had a mischievous smile and replied “Goodie!”

Then the preteen bent down and ran her tongue all along the reddened pussy of her older sister. She was rewarded with a loud gasp and body spasm, plus a yummy taste of pussy juice. She then spread the fat little pussy lips and began flicking her tiny tongue all over Jia’s glistening clitty. In just a few minutes, Jessa managed to bring her older sister to orgasm, as she worked over the freshly fucked pussy.

At that moment Prissie walked in on her two daughters.

“Wow, do you two ever stop? You’d think you were boys by how much sex you have!” Prissie teased her daughters with.

“Mommy!” Jessa shouted and jumped up to hug and kiss her mom. Prissie enjoyed kissing the girls right after they had been licking the other, getting to taste some of the juices herself.

“Guess what mom! Jia’s not a virgin anymore. She fucked a man after school!” Jessa told Prissie excitedly.

“JESSA!!!” Jia shouted at her tattletale little sister.

Prissie looked from daughter to daughter, then finally said to Jia “Did you enjoy it sweetie? Are you OK?”

“I’m fine mom. He’s a great guy that my friend Erica has been fucking for a few weeks. He wasn’t like the boys at school who shoot in a couple minutes! He fucked us both and then after we showered together and I got to swallow his white stuff. I really liked it” Jia confessed to her mom.

“How old was he?” Prissie asked, expecting somewhere between 20 and 25.

“I think he’s 35 or 36. But he’s got a wonderful cock and is very gentle and knows just when to go harder and when to be softer. He’s not like being with a girl though, and I never want to give up that, but I really did enjoy being fucked too” Jia explained.

Prissie could understand only too well. She had begun fucking at a much younger age of 8, though it was done by force at first, and then for money later, until she was sold to a master and brought to Canada. Then she found herself pregnant when she was 13 years old and cast out by her owner. She had enjoyed the feeling of all the men’s cocks in her young pussy so much. To pay all her bills, she had had sold herself to men as she raised Jia, but after she got pregnant with Jessa she stopped having sex with men altogether. To her shame, she actually had no idea who the father was of either of her daughters. Her older sister Gemma, who had also been sold to a master in the US, eventually found her and came to Canada and helped out with raising her kids. And as time went on, the sisters eventually they became lovers as they had no taboos left due to their time in captivity, which led to how the two of them raised Prissie’s daughters.

“Baby, did you let him shoot inside of you?” Prissie asked her daughter out of concern she might get pregnant.

“Umm, yess, but I just finished my period yesterday so it should be safe, right?” Jia answered.

“Yes baby you should be. But if you are going to do this more, we need to get you some protection like going on the pill”

“I don’t know how much I might do it, but he was really nice and it felt good to have him cum inside me” Jia confessed.

Prissie decided and told her daughter “Well let’s get you a doctor’s appointment and get you on the pill. I’ll take care of getting it all set up and let you know when.”

She got up and kissed her mom and gave her hug saying “Thanks!!”

Then Jessa spoke up “Well I’m never going to let a boy fuck me down there! So I don’t have to worry about that. I only like you two and auntie.”

Prissie kissed her daughter on the forehead and told her “And that’s just fine baby. You can do what you want with your body.” She never wanted what happened to her to happen to her girls.

Then Prissie got undressed and climbed into the bath, while her daughters returned to their previous play.

Jessa wanted her turn at being pleasured now, so as her mom went to the bathroom to bath, she climbed on the bed and called her older sister over. She opened he legs as she laid back, making her wet little slit visible. Jia giggled and climbed onto the bed between her kid sister’s legs. She used two fingers to spread those little lips that were still naturally bare, and took in the site of her inner wet pink. She teased her little sister with another finger, rubbing it up and down. She got it quite wet, and then pushed it in a tiny bit, only to meet the resistance of Jessa’s intact hymen. It made the 11 year old jump a bit, but soon she felt the warm caress of her sister’s tongue.

Jessa was like a little firecracker with sex, and it took less than a minutes before her first orgasm flashed through her young body. As it did, she let out a high pitched squeal and her entire body spasmed. Though hers didn’t last as long as her sister’s or mom’s orgasms, Jessa certainly enjoyed them very much and always wanted more. And it didn’t take much for her to have more. In the next 15 minutes, she had nearly 1 every minute as her sister licked her tiny preteen pussy. She just seemed to get more sensitive as each orgasm built on the last. Finally, she had one massive explosion between her legs that left her nearly unconscious and limp. Jia knew when her little sister had finally finished, otherwise she wasn’t allowed to stop.

Jia climbed up and lay beside her sibling, holding her head on her chest. Jessa realized this on some level and her little tongue and lips sought out Jia’s breast and nipple. They lay like that for awhile, with Jessa gently suckling on her older sister. But it wasn’t maternal for Jia and she got excited again by this. She was enjoying it immensely, feeling pleasure building inside. She didn’t want to touch herself, and wondered if she could actually achieve an orgasm from just her sister licking her sensitive nipple.

After awhile of her enjoying this, she felt the bed move and her mom joined them on the shared family bed. She knew what her mom would probably do, which was climb down between her legs, but she wanted to try something different.

Without opening her eyes, Jia stretched out an arm to her and said “Momma, can you lick my other nipple. And don’t play with me down there. I feel sooo nice and I think if you both lick my nipples, I might be able to have a orgasm like this”

The answer came in feeling a tongue and lips at her free nipple. Jia inhaled sharply at the feeling. While she’d had two girls do this before, she seemed to be in a much more excited and sensitive state than ever before, and this was feeling absolutely magical.

Prissie used her hands to rouse her younger daughter, and Jessa caught on quickly that they were both supposed to just continue sucking on the teenagers small sensitive nipples. Jessa worked her sister’s little nipple with fervor. She flicked her tiny tongue quickly back and forth followed by some hard sucking and then repeated some more. She could see her mommy doing the same kinds of actions to the other one.

Jia could feel the sexual tension building inside of her. It didn’t level off at any point, but was growing and growing like a balloon. She knew that if she touched her pussy at any point, it would cause that balloon to burst, and her orgasm would also explode. But she wanted more and more, so she didn’t touch herself. Also she noticed that this pleasure wan’t building between her legs at her clitty like most, but a little higher up and inside her tummy. Suddenly without warning, a warm glow seemed to envelope her entire body. She arched her back as her nipples became like pinpoints of ecstasy. Her breath was caught in her throat and she could not even cry out to express the feelings that overwhelmed her senses. It went on for a long time like this, seeming to be half of forever, before she ran out of energy and just collapsed. Jia was more than satiated now from all the experiences of the day, and she fell asleep before she knew it.

Jessa was amazed to see her sister like this, and when she fell asleep, her mom assured her that it was all good. So Jessa just curled up against her sister and also fell asleep.

Prissie looked at her two daughters, and knew that a new chapter of their love and sexuality was starting. There would be some tough times with the changes she knew would come, but she also wanted to prepare her girls for it. She came up with some ideas, but for now, she got up and went to work on the homework she had from class today. Her teacher was male, so she couldn’t seduce this one to get a better grade, which left hard work as the only option.

For anyone watching, they would think this was three sisters, as that is how they told their story. Partly to conceal Prissie’s past as it would raise too many questions. Prissie was just 13 years older than her teenage daughter, which is not an unheard of difference for sisters, especially since part of their story was that their mother remarried and the two younger ones were from that second relationship.

Anyone watching would have also found them incredibly sexy to watch. Jia and Jessa were very similar to one another with slender bodies, just one older than the other. They each has cute little bums, though Jia had small swells for breasts where Jessa was still flat chested. And while Jessa’s pussy was still bare, Jia’s was bare only because she shaved it, but she liked the younger look of a bare pussy. Their mom/sister was quite different thought. Prissie, at 28, had lovely C cup tits that were capped by small brown nipples. Her body was a bit wider and more womanly, though she did have the same nicely rounded ass as her daughters. And she didn’t completely shave herself, but kept it trimmed short. Their only other regular playmate was Prissie’s sister Gemma, who was similar in body to Prissie, but she was about 3 inches taller, and not quite as beautiful. Sometimes Prissie and Jia would be with other girls and women, but no one brought those lovers home. At their home it was just for family. They mostly were naked or in panties around the apartment, with robes in the front closet in case a visitor showed up suddenly and they needed to cover themselves. And in the summer, they would sometimes go to the nudist beach to enjoy the sun together. Life overall was pretty good now.

The next morning, Prissie woke up the girls and told them they were about to learn something new. They were a bit curious as to what she meant.

“Girls, there may be times where you will want or need to get something from a man. The best way is by using your feminine charms, also known as your bodies.” The girls giggled at that, and Prissie continued “Unfortunately it also means that they probably will want to fuck you, but you don’t want to get pregnant. So I’m going to start training you today on a girl’s best trick, which will make any man do anything you want.”

They both stared at her wide eyed waiting for her to tell them.

“It’s called anal sex. Men seem to love the chance to stick their cocks in a girl’s butt. Especially young girls like you. Fortunately, anal sex is easier to get used to when you are smaller than pussy sex, Jessa.”

Her daughters giggled, as they couldn’t believe what she was saying.

“OK, Jia you are taller than me right?” Prissie asked.

“Yes, by an inch or so”

“Do you think you could take 10 inches of penis or toy in your bum?”

Jia replied “No way! I’m not sure anything would fit back there!”

Prissie just smiled, then turned around and bent over a bit. As her cheeks spread, the girls could see the base of a dildo. Prissie grabbed it and began to pull it out. But it felt so good, before it was halfway out, she pushed it all the way back in again. She let out a moan as she did this. It had been a long time since she had put anything up her ass before this demonstration for her girls, and she had forgotten how wonderful it felt. Finally though, she slowly slid the entire thing out of her. She knew her girls could see her asshole gaping wide right now, but probably they were watching the 12″ dildo that was now hanging down beside her ass.

She stood fully upright again and turned around to see her girls completely shocked and she laughed.

“Within a month, you will both be able to do the same thing, and this toy is actually 12 inches long. But for today we’re going to start off simply by learning to stimulate each other’s ass” Prissie explained.

Jia was wet already, as she’d had a few girlfriends lick her ass, and she knew how much she enjoyed it. Jessa was quite apprehensive, as she thought this was only something the girls in porn films did, but she also trusted her mom.

“Now both of you get on your hands and knees, and face away from me.” Prissie told her girls and they obeyed.

Then Prissie got down behind them and first spread Jia’s cute ass, revealing the little brown rosehole. She admired it for a moment, then said “Jia, describe to Jessa what you are feeling OK” She then bent down and began to flick her tongue over the teenagers tight little butt-hole.

Jia gasped and her eyes rolled back as she felt that firm tongue of her mom’s play with her bum hole. It was obvious to her that her mom knew what she was doing, as it felt so much better than the girls from school. They were more experimental, but her mom had over 15 years experience, and was now using that on Jia.

“Well someone seems to really enjoy this” Prissie commented as she pulled back and saw her older daughter’s pussy slit glistening wetly. “It helps alot if you play with yourselves while receiving anal stimulation, as it enhances the entire experience.”

Jia didn’t need a second invitation, and she quickly had 2 fingers rubbing her pussy as she felt that knowing tongue return to licking her little asshole.

“Ooooooh it feels sooooo good Jessa. You should start playing with yourself now.” Jia told her little sister.

She heard a giggle, and then Jessa replied “I already am Jia. It’s sexy seeing how your back is jumping up and down as mom is licking you. I can tell how good you are feeling from that.”

Jia looked over and saw Jessa laying on her side with her legs spread, showing off her bare preteen pussy, though it was obscured by the young girl’s hand rubbing herself. Seeing her little sister like that, and feeling her own fingers and mom’s tongue pleasuring her, it was too much and Jia was suddenly thrown into a powerful but fast orgasm. She collapsed afterwards, working to catch her breath as she watched her mom move over to her little sister.

Jessa loved watching her sister’s body writhe in ecstasy, and it made her own little pussy just that much more wet. After Jia fell to the bed, her mom moved over to her, moving Jessa onto her back, spreading her legs and pushing them back. Jessa kept playing with herself as her mom knelt down and lowered her face. Jessa was anxious about how it would all feel. Suddenly she felt a warm firmness pressing at her bum. Her mom started by licking her little cheeks, and it was feeling nice, especially as her own fingers were rubbing her eleven year old pussy and clit. Then she felt her ass cheeks pulled wider and that warm firm tongue pressed directly in between. The shock startled her and her entire body twitched and she let out a sharp cry of surprise. But her mom didn’t let up and continued to flick her tongue on that tiny butthole. After a few more licks, it was becoming more pleasing that shocking. And just like usual, Jessa began having rapid fire little orgasms soon, though there were a little more intense and lasted longer.

After Jessa had enjoyed five of these dual pleasure orgasms, Prissie backed off and looked down at her younger daughter laying there in a state of euphoria. This was a wonderful way to introduce her precious girls to the world of anal play, though it seemed obvious to her that Jia had done some exploring already from how she had welcomed the licking. She wanted to show the girls the pleasures of various types of sex play before it was forced upon them roughly by someone who didn’t care for them and was just doing it for their own selfish pleasure. Her daughters would probably end up being just as wild as she herself was forced to be, but they would have much more fun with it.

As she sat there thinking, Prissie suddenly felt herself being pulled backwards. She was flat on her back, surprised, and saw her older daughter above her. Before she knew what was going on, one wrist was handcuffed to the headboard, and shortly after that the other one too.

“Jia, what are you doing?” she asked her daughter, but knowing that she was probably going to enjoy whatever plans were in her mind.

Her daughter just giggled, and then straddled her mom’s face and placed her very wet pussy over her mouth and sat down. She felt her mom’s tongue began licking her eagerly.

“Jessa, come over here and join us, and bring that long dildo too” Jia told her younger sister. As Jessa climbed over, she grabbed her mom’s ankles and pulled them apart and back. Jessa got the idea, and she placed the dildo tip at her mom’s still gaping asshole and began to push it in. They heard their mom gasp loudly into Jia’s pussy that covered her mouth. Jessa then began to lick her mom’s wet pussy as she pushed the dildo in deeper and deeper. Prissie’s body was twisting around as she felt this double pleasuring, and the girls loved seeing their mom like this.

Jessa had the dildo almost all the way up her mom’s ass, and it was shocking to think that so much could fit up there. She was also having trouble holding onto the big dildo with her little hands as her mom’s hips were twitching and moving around.

Then Jessa had a kinky idea. She looked up at her big sister and said “Jia, watch this!”

She pulled the big dildo out of her mom’s ass, and she saw how it gaped open. She then put her fingers up to the ass and 4 slipped in easily and she began fingering her mom’s asshole. She grinned and looked up and saw Jia watching this action, though she could tell that her older sister was in a haze of pleasure. Jessa worked on jamming her fingers in and out deeper and deeper. Then she had to slip her thumb in too so she could push in farther, when suddenly her entire hand was pulled up inside her mom’s asshole. Jessa felt an incredible pressure clamp down on her wrist and she couldn’t move her hand at all. At the same time their mom let out a very loud cry.

At first Jessa thought she’d hurt her mom, but soon she felt her mom wiggling her hips, seeming to pull her hand deeper. She also could hear Prissie gasping “Deeper, oh god deeper” over and over. Jessa began to push her hand in and then would pull it back. Slowly she could tell she was getting deeper and deeper. She also went back to licking her mom’s pussy while at the same time fisting her ass. Soon she could feel that her tiny arm was buried nearly up the the elbow in her mom’s ass. She licked madly at her clit and could hear her mom’s pleasure building.

An incredible pressure then grabbed her arm and Jessa could feel her mom’s orgasm spasming up and down the arm she had buried in her mom’s tight asshole. At the same time she felt Prissie’s body convulsing and moving wildly against her tongue. Jessa also heard her mom’s cries of joy, muffled by Jia’s pussy that was still planted over Prissie’s lips. The orgasm seemed to go on for a long time, and Jessa felt happy that she could give her mom such good feelings.

Slowly she began to withdraw her arm and hand from her mom’s back door, and it came out with a wet ‘pop’. The three of them lay side by side and drifted off into a very content sleep.

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A novice is punished

Convent of Sin

The convent was probably the wrong place for Sally. She was a well-developed and curious girl, often up to mischief. As one of several new arrivals in the spring intake, she had not yet even reached the status of novice. Right now she was feeling very guilty and knew why she was being summoned to the Mother Superior’s study. One of the Nuns had seen her in the town when she should have been in class. So now she had been called to Sister Leslie’s study to be punished for missing a whole day at the school. Sally knew that she would get Sister Leslie’s cane and she dreaded it very much. She knocked nervously on the Mother Superior’s door and waited.
Inside the office, Sister Leslie was seated in a large leather chair behind her desk and her black habit was pulled up around her waist. Her legs were wide apart and hooked over the padded arms of the chair. She had been stroking the tops of her thighs above her black stocking tops and occasionally pulling her wet red panties aside to show her pussy to her very good friend, His Grace the Bishop of Oxbridge. At the age of forty-five, he was an incredible stud who liked sex in all its forms with girls and women of all ages and type. He had even told Sister Leslie about a secret trip to a boy’s seminar. This escapade nearly got him defrocked but he got away with it as usual. He got away with it because he had plenty of sordid information to blackmail his accusers with. For the past ten minutes though, Sister Leslie and The Bishop had been indulging in one of their favourite games of mutual masturbation.
On hearing Sally’s timid knock, Sister Leslie waved the Bishop away to hide in an alcove behind a curtain. When Sally responded to the stern command to enter, she found a very prim, proper and cross Sister Leslie glowering at her from behind her desk. At thirty-five years of age, the nun was quite young to be a mother superior and she had performed many sexual favours to get where she was today. Now she was at her sexual peak and constantly lusted after her young charges.
‘Well Sally,’ began the depraved nun, feeling the glow of excitement at her power over this delicious young girl, ‘not for the first time I have to punish you for absence. You could be dismissed you know and I imagine that your parents would be very angry wouldn’t they?’
‘Yes Sister,’ said Sally weakly. She really didn’t want her parents involved.
Watching from his hiding place, the Bishop was also excited. His cock began to harden in anticipation of the wicked things that he knew the nun would attempt to inflict on the young girl.
‘I think six of the best would be appropriate don’t you? And then we won’t have to tell your parents.’ Sister Leslie leaned forward and said conspiratorially. ‘It will be our secret.’
Although Sally hated the thought of the cane she decided to accept and nodded her acceptance.
‘Right then girl,’ said Sister Leslie standing up and taking a thin, cruel-looking cane from the shelf, ‘bend over the back of that chair.’ As Sally reluctantly obeyed, Sister Leslie took hold of the hem of Sally’s grey pleated skirt and pulled it up over her back.
‘Oh Sister,’ exclaimed Sally standing upright. The Bishop had been treated to a brief glimpse of Sally’s firm young bottom encased in tight white panties.
‘Now Sally!’ Sister Leslie admonished. ‘I will not cane you through your skirt; you won’t feel a thing. In fact,’ she continued, repositioning Sally over the chair and lifting her skirt ‘If we take your panties down as well I will reduce the punishment to three strokes.’ Before Sally could make up her mind she felt Sister Leslie’s left hand pull at the waistband of her panties. The Bishop watched with delight as the material was pulled slowly down revealing Sally’s soft pink bottom. Sally was red in the face with embarrassment, and with the effort of bending over the back of the chair.
‘Please Sister,’ protested the girl turning her head to look up at Sister Leslie.
The nun bent forward and in a quiet voice, said, ‘Now Sally you be a good girl and take your punishment and I will try not to hurt you too much.’ As she spoke her clenched right hand rested on Sally’s left buttock and it was as if from the effort of leaning forward that she parted Sally’s cheeks. The Bishop, cock throbbing in hand, was able to see Sally’s tight pink anus and the start of her pussy before Sister Leslie allowed the delicious crack to close again. Without warning Sister Leslie brought her cane down in a whistling stroke onto Sally’s bottom. As the sound of the cane smacking the soft flesh reached the Bishops ears so also did Sally’s cry of surprise.
‘Oh dear,’ said Sister Leslie consolingly, ‘I seem to have made a nasty red mark on your bottom. I don’t think that I will cane you any more, but we will have to think of another punishment won’t we.’ As she spoke, Sister Leslie dropped the cane and rested the flat of her hand on Sally’s bottom and with her left hand on Sally’s back she held the girl in the bending position. Sally’s mind raced as she felt Sister Leslie’s hand start to stroke her buttocks the touch was very light and, far from being unpleasant, Sally found the stroking of the nun’s fingers quite stimulating. Sally recalled the many rumours among the girls about Sister Leslie, “Sister Les,” she was often called, but no one had ever admitted to a first hand experience. Sally did not know how to react to what was happening. Her sexual experience had so far been limited to some furtive masturbation. Her mind went back to the previous evening when she had pleasured herself in the shower. Now however she was jerked back to reality by the touch of Sister Leslie’s fingers, which were gently stroking the insides of her thighs, only a few centimetres from her pussy lips. This was so unexpected that Sally did not know how to react until she felt Sister Leslie’s middle finger slip into the crack between her buttocks and touch her anus. It was like a small electric shock causing Sally to stand bolt upright.
‘Sister Leslie!’ she cried.
Before she could utter another word Sister Leslie took her by the shoulders and said ‘Sally! Now you be a good little girl and do as I say and life will be very pleasant and easy for you around here. If you want to be difficult, then you will see that I can be difficult too.’ And then to add weight to her words she added, ‘My cane likes difficult little girls. Especially naughty little girls who have been touching themselves in the shower.’
Sally was horrified to know that she had been seen masturbating and wondered who had seen her and reported it. What she could not know was that the Bishop had installed a two-way mirror opposite the showers. He spent a lot of time with the Mother Superior ogling the young girls.
Now with another reason to feel guilty, Sally did not resist as Sister Leslie pulled close to her so that their chests were pressed together and their were faces almost touching.
‘Don’t be difficult my sweet.’ Sister Leslie breathed into Sally’s face and then lightly brushed her lips against Sally’s. Then feeling no resistance she pressed her lips on Sally’s and hugged her closely to her. Gently Sister Leslie pushed her tongue into the young girl’s mouth. Sally was too shocked to react as the nun began to explore the inside of her mouth with her tongue. At the same time, her naked bottom was squeezed and massaged by Sister Leslie who had slipped both hands up her skirt.
The Bishop by this time was ready to explode. He could recall many times being so turned on by visual treats such as these. Sister Leslie was one of his more depraved friends and was now sitting on the chair in front of Sally and starting to unbutton the girl’s blouse.
‘Oh please don’t do that Sister,’ protested Sally clutching at the nun’s hands.
‘Behave yourself!’ Sister Leslie snapped, ‘Unless you want a real good spanking.’ Shaking off Sally’s hands, Sister Leslie pulled the now open blouse out of the waistband of the grey pleated skirt and quickly unclasped Sally’s bra. Then as she slowly lifted the material upwards and outwards, Sally’s beautiful, firm, young breasts bounced into view. Sally immediately put her hands over her naked flesh but Sister Leslie pulled her hands away quite roughly.
‘Mmm! What lovely big breasts this nice little girl has,’ cooed Sister Leslie. Then cupping them gently, she leaned forward and brushed her lips over a hardening pink nipple.
‘Oh!’ whined Sally half in pleasure, half in dismay. The Bishop watched as Sister Leslie sucked on the girl’s nipples. He licked his lips longing to join his lover in her salacious game. Sally tried to back away but found that Sister Leslie’s desk stopped her escape.
‘Oh! Please Sister you mustn’t,’ she sobbed, ‘please stop.’
Sister Leslie looked up at her young victim, ‘If you are a good girl, I will show you some of the delights of womanhood. I’ll start by showing you my bosom. You would you like that, wouldn’t you?’ Without waiting for a reply, she took Sally’s hands and pressed them to her chest. Sister Leslie never wore a bra and Sally could feel the firm flesh and hard nipples through the nun’s black habit.
‘Undo the buttons,’ whispered Sister Leslie as she guided one of Sally’s hands to the top button under her white bib. Sally was feeling very excited and at the same time frightened as she fumbled nervously with the buttons. And then with a bit of help from Sister Leslie, she was soon fondling the soft warm flesh of the Mother Superior’s breasts ‘There’s a good girl, lets just be nice to each other. There now, do you like touching my breasts?’ Sally nodded as she stood obediently in front of the lecherous nun.
Sister Leslie could tell that Sally was aroused and so she continued her seduction. Pausing and looking up she said ‘Now Sally be a good girl and hold up your skirt so I can examine your most secret place.’ Slowly and reluctantly Sally obeyed and as the skirt was lifted up Sally was also encouraged by Sister Leslie to step out of her panties, which had been gently slipped down by the nun to Sally’s ankles. Sister Leslie made Sally stand with her legs apart and she paused for moment to admire the wisps of blonde pubic hair, which adorned Sally’s secret valley. From his hiding place, the Bishop could also clearly see the cleft of Sally’s plump, quim which, Sister Leslie was now beginning to gently stroke. Sally’s legs trembled; her face was hot and flushed. She was very aroused and very confused.
Looking up at the young girl’s face, Sister Leslie said ‘Be proud of your sexy young body my sweet.’ And she pushed her forefinger gently up between Sally’s plump outer lips causing the hapless girl to moan.
The sound reached the Bishop as he watched from his hiding place, where he massaged his hot throbbing prick. What a sweet, vulnerable and most erotic sight, thought the Bishop. He leered at Sally, as she stood obediently, blouse open, breasts exposed, holding up her skirt while the depraved nun gently examined her sexual parts with her fingers and her lust filled eyes. Sally bit her lower lip and was on the verge of tears, but she could not ignore the feelings of arousal that the prying fingers of the older woman were causing. ‘Oh what a sweet little pussy you’ve got,’ murmured Sister Leslie, ‘and it’s beginning to get quite juicy.’ As she spoke, the nun was sliding the tips of her fingers along the length of Sally’s wet inner lips. ‘Be a good girl and I will make it really nice for you.’ So saying Sister Leslie increased her attention on Sally’s clitoris, which elected a soft moan from the schoolgirl.
‘Ah! Please, please,’ groaned Sally, not sure if she meant, please more, or please stop.
Sister Leslie stood and supported Sally with one arm while she skilfully brought the young girl to a climax with her fingers.
‘Mm!’ Squealed Sally causing both Sister Leslie and the Bishop some concern. But soon the orgasm was subsiding and Sally collapsed onto Sister Leslie’s knee on the chair. Sally began hugging Sister Leslie, kissing her face and finally her mouth in frantic gratitude for the intense pleasure she had experienced at the older woman’s hands.
Sister Leslie decided that there was no time like the present, and waved the Bishop to come out of hiding. As he appeared with his trousers undone and his big erect penis in his hand, Sally’s pleasure turned once more to fear.
‘Oh no!’ she exclaimed, trying to hide as much of her naked body as she could.
‘Well Mother Superior,’ said the Bishop sternly. ‘Looks like you have a really naughty little girl here.’ In his rapacious lust he pulled roughly at Sally’s hands to get at her breasts. He managed to grab her soft right breast and pinch the nipple between finger and thumb before quickly lowering his head and sucking it into his mouth.
‘Ouch! Please stop,’ whined Sally.
‘That’s enough! You rough old bastard,’ said Sister Leslie in mock anger, ‘Leave her alone, let her rest and she can watch us for a change. Come child and relax for a while. She kissed Sally on the mouth and then sat her behind the desk in her big leather chair. Having casually removed the girl’s blouse and bra and skirt, this left Sally in only her knee length white socks. As Sally sat in the chair she felt the cold leather on her warm, bare bottom and she knew that her wet swollen sex lips were smearing the seat.
Sister Leslie now guided the Bishop round the desk beside the chair and said to Sally, ‘I won’t let this randy old bugger hurt you but I want you to watch closely and learn while I show you what to do to a man.’ So saying Sister Leslie dropped to her knees in front of the Bishop. Grasping his erection in one hand and cupping his balls in the other, she proceeded to lick the smooth helmet of his cock. She licked and sucked, never taking her eyes off Sally, and she smiled at her, when her mouth was not full of throbbing penis.
‘Let me fuck her,’ said the Bishop to Sister Leslie, his tone almost pleading. Sally was shocked to hear the crude word from the Bishop’s lips and frightened to think about what he planned to do to her.
‘Me first, then her,’ said Sister Leslie standing up and still smiling at Sally, she put her hands under her habit and began slowly pulling her panties down.
Violent lust had now taken control of the nun. Lifting her habit she stood in front of Sally with her legs apart and peeled her vagina open with her fingers ‘Here girl look at my delicious hole.’ Sally stared at the wet pink flesh ‘I want you to watch closely while his Grace gives me his Holy cock. Then she leaned back against the desk and the Bishop presented his hard cock to her wet, open crack. Sally saw the throbbing member stretch the nun’s pussy-lips as it pushed slowly in. And as the Bishop began to pull outwards, Sister Leslie lay back on the desk and drew her black-stockinged legs up high around his back. Now Sally had a view of the nun’s anus, which was being kissed by the Bishops balls as he thrust his prick into her crack as far as it would go.
‘That’s it, fuck me hard, I’m coming!’ Sally watched the older woman’s face in fascination as she came. ‘Squirt you fucker!’ she hissed, ‘Fill me with your spunk!’
But the Bishop had other plans for his spunk and as Sister Leslie came down from her sexual high, he whispered ‘Now I want to fuck the girl.’
They took hold of Sally’s arms and pulled her out of the chair. They positioned a protesting, but semi willing, Sally on her back on the desk, and pulling her legs apart the Bishop stood between them, cock rampant and beside himself with exquisite anticipation.
‘First let me taste her,’ said Sister Leslie bending forward, tongue reaching. Sally was both frightened and excited. As the nun’s tongue touched her wet pussy-lips the excitement won and she submitted to the pleasure of the Mother Superior licking her virgin slit. The nun used her tongue with great experience, pushing it into the girl’s vagina as far as she could and then flicking it across the swollen clitoris. Then she moved her head back and lifted Sally’s legs up so that both she and the bishop could admire Sally’s puckered pink anus. Then she gave the bishop a wicked smile before reaching forward with her tongue and touching the tight wrinkled hole with the wet tip. Sally shuddered and her anus tightened and then relaxed. Sister Leslie gently licked and probed and Sally responded with soft whimpering sounds of pleasure. Moving forward the Bishop placed his prick at the fleshy pink portals and Sister Leslie took hold of the throbbing member so that it made a slow, gentle entry. It was very tight in spite of all the attention and Sally felt her virgin lips being stretched as Sister Leslie slowly fed the Bishop’s throbbing, prick into her. The mother superior bent forward and kissed Sally’s naked breasts while the Bishop remained perfectly still, knowing that if he moved he would come. He watched as Sister Leslie sucked the girl’s nipples and then kissed her hard on the mouth, her tongue thrusting into the young girl’s mouth. Then Sister Leslie climbed onto her desk and stood briefly her full height straddling Sally’s head then lowered herself to a squatting position with her gaping vagina above Sally’s face.
‘Lick me girl!’ ordered Sister Leslie, ‘Come on hurry up and lick my cunt.’ Sally looked up and saw the wet open sex lips and pink puckered anus of her teacher. She could feel the Bishop’s hard cock throbbing in her pussy and in a daze she took hold of her teacher’s buttocks and pushing out her tongue she started to lick. Slowly at first and then as she felt Sister Leslie react she found that she was enjoying the taste of Sister Leslie’s juices. She licked and sucked with increasing fervour. Her tongue found Sister’s anus and she tried to force her tongue inside, then she pushed a finger into Sister Leslie’s slit to moisten it before slowly pushing it fully into the nun’s tight orifice.
‘Oh! My God,’ groaned Sister Leslie, ‘This girl is fucking incredible! I’m going to come.’ ‘Me too!’ hissed the Bishop, the final trigger for him was seeing Sally’s tongue lapping round Sister Leslie’s pink fleshy sex lips.
Is this the young virgin schoolgirl who was so demure and embarrassed only a few minutes ago? He wondered. He looked down at his cock, which was gripped tightly by Sally’s almost hairless pink crease. As he pulled his prick back the soft inner lips clung to his throbbing tool and he felt the spunk surge from his penis in a series of hot spasms.
Sister Leslie was also coming as her groans and obscenities bore testimony. ‘Oh you slit sucking little fucker!’ she moaned, ‘Lick me hard! You fucking, slut.’ Smiling obscenely she orgasmed as she writhed on Sally’s face, ‘I’m coming!’ she moaned and fell forward and began to lick Sally’s clitoris, which was proudly erect above the Bishop’s prick which was slipping wetly out of the young girl. Very slowly and gently Sally pulled her finger out of her teacher’s anus and as the muscles contracted, Sister Leslie’s arsehole seemed to wink at her and so she lifted her head and kissed it wetly. She giggled and licked the puckered anus before playfully poking her tongue out at the Bishop.
Sister Leslie struggled off the desk, and then she tenderly kissed, and licked Sally’s bruised mouth, ‘Thank you darling,’ she murmured, ‘Thank you my sweet child.’
Then as the Bishop watched from the chair into which he collapsed, Sister Leslie staggered round the desk, fell on her knees and began to gently lap up his spunk which was dribbling from Sally’s open, ravished hole. Sister Leslie then lifted the girl’s legs up and apart and applied big squelching licks and kisses to Sally’s anus. The Bishop was surprised to find that his cock was beginning to harden again. He could see Sister Leslie’s anus in the cleft of her buttocks and as she strained to reach Sally’s intimate spot her bottom was pushed out further, exposing her parted fleshy sex lips The Bishop got to his knees and aimed his hardening cock between the wet soft folds. After Sally’s tight virgin slit, Sister Leslie’s seemed rather slack and the Bishop felt his erection starting to fade until he prised the nun’s buttocks apart and saw her anus pouting at him invitingly. His prick reacted immediately and he pulled it from her cunt and rubbed it wetly over his target. He dipped once more into Sister Leslie’s juicy slit before pressing the head of his penis against her anus. The nun knew that this would hurt but still she craved the violation and she pushed her bottom out and tried to relax her sphincter to accept the penetration. The Bishop watched as his penis slowly slid into Sister Leslie’s arsehole. He experienced the most delicious sensation as his cock was gripped tightly in Sister Leslie’s bottom. Sally was now forgotten as Sister Leslie concentrated on the hard throbbing prick that was sliding into her arse. As the Bishop contemplated his approaching orgasm he gazed salaciously at Sally’s gaping, wet vagina. Her legs were still spread wide and her blonde pubic hair was dark with spunk, vaginal juices and saliva. The pink inner lips were wet, swollen and open so that the Bishop could see her distended clitoris above a wet dark hole. Sally sat up supporting herself on one elbow and their eyes met. Then lifting the finger that had been deep in Sister Leslie’s anus, Sally smiled and slowly licked its length before sucking it into her mouth. She watched in a sexual daze as Sister Leslie’s mouth began again to suck hungrily on her ravaged slit. She suddenly understood the power of sex as her eyes met the Bishop’s and she smiled lewdly as she watched him as he buggered her Headmistress.
‘Say something,’ he said.
‘What?’ she asked.
‘Something wicked,’ grunted Sister Leslie, ‘He wants you to talk dirty.’
Sally shook her head, pretending that she did not understand what was required but she did. She remembered the excitement of hearing the four letter words used by the Mother Superior.
The Bishop knew he was only seconds from coming and a few obscene words from Sally would make it perfect. Sister Leslie came to the rescue ‘Say out loud what he is doing child, say what I am doing.’ and she began to lick Sally’s slit.
Sally took a deep breath and said in a childlike voice. ‘Well Sister, you’re licking my cunt and he’s fucking you up the arsehole!’ The Bishop exploded. Every fibre of his being twisted and screamed in pleasure as hot spunk jetted through his penis into Sister Leslie’s bowels.
Yes, Sally smiled to herself. Yes now I have some real power. The power to get what I want, which, at the moment is pleasure. Sexual pleasure!
As Sister Leslie handed round glasses of sherry, Sally began to plan how she would seduce her friend Jill.

To be continued…

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Johana is punished for skipping her mother’s class. Will fiery sparks explode with incestuous passion?

Futa Naked In School – Teacher’s Taboo Futa Pet

Chapter Three: Johana’s Taboo Punishment

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Johana Jordan’s Week, Friday

Since Tuesday—when I had witnessed my mother masturbate as Samantha Herbert took my cherry and fucked me with her futa-cock—my life had been in turmoil. My mother taught at my college where I was selected to attend the week naked. This was my last day of being in the Program, then I could go back to being clothed and put this disorienting week behind me.

I could forget about my incestuous lust for my mother.

It didn’t matter to me that laws were passed that made it legal for consenting, adult family members to love each other, legalizing incest. I grew up thinking it was wrong. I should lust for girls, or even futas, my own age. I should be thrilled that every girl attending my college seemed to want to have sex with me. With the word being spread that I was a futa who could make a girl cum, they were all eager to have their pussies licked or even fucked by me.

I threw myself into it. I asked for relief at the start of every class. Sometimes not even getting off, just eating a girl’s pussy while trying not to think about how amazing my mother’s twat had tasted when she discreetly set on my face during Monday’s lesson. Other times, I would fuck the girls. Monica was a regular. She sought me out. If she passed me in the halls between classes, she would stroke my girl-cock and finger my pussy. Twice, she’d pulled me into the girl’s room and made us both late to class. During lunch the day before I didn’t get a chance to eat because she and Araceli cornered me.

I even had some fun with the futas.

After Samantha and I demonstrated futa-on-futa love for my mother’s health class, much to her masturbatory delight, I had grown a taste for it. On Wednesday, I hoped that I would like it enough to avoid lusting for my mother. I let Poise Ramsey, a lesbian futa, have her way with me several times.

I even fucked her. Futa-pussy felt a little different from a girl’s. I couldn’t quite explain why. Maybe it was her futa-cock pressing into my belly as I drove into her, or the way she splattered our tits with cum when she came.

The one thing I hadn’t done was go to my mother’s health class. The last two days, I had skipped it, hiding out in the bathroom watching porn on my phone and masturbating. I tried not to watch the Mother/futa-daughter porn that was cropping out on the internet since incest was legalized. My poor clit-dick was raw by the time classes were over.

I avoided going home as long as possible. I headed to Monica’s house and ate dinner with her family. Her parents didn’t care that I was fucking their daughter. They thought we were dating or something. Last night, I went to Poise’s home. Her parents were equally as accepting.

I slipped home as late as possible and went straight to bed. The next morning, I would be out the door and heading to class before Mom could talk to me.

I think she understood that she went too far with me. She didn’t seem to be pushing it.

“You should have gone to health class yesterday,” Samantha said, coming up beside me. She hadn’t brought up us having sex once. It was like she was pretending it hadn’t happened. That we hadn’t sucked each other’s girl-dicks and swallowed each other’s futa-cum. “Your mom taught lesbian sex. Genevieve and Adile demonstrated it. So hot.”

I shrugged.

“Yeah, probably too busy getting pussy left and right,” Samantha said. “I wish I was in the Program. I would get so much…” Her words trailed off. “Oh, hey, Rosario.”

Rosario Todaro, dark-brown hair framing her beautiful face, folded her arms and arched an eyebrow. She came to a stop a few feet before us. “If you want to go out with me again, then you better not be talking about fucking every girl you can.”

“Just joking around with Johana,” said Samantha, sidling up to the Hispanic girl. “You know, futa stuff. She’s the one getting all the pussy.”

“So I’ve heard,” Rosario said, her eyes growing smoky as she glanced at me. “I hear you perform.”

“I perform, too,” said Samantha, sliding her arm around Rosario’s waist. “I can prove it. Right now.”

“Oh?” Rosario arched her eyebrow. “I don’t have much time before I need to get to class. Like you do.”

“Enough time for me to eat you to an orgasm,” Samantha said, her voice firm. It was like she had to prove something. “Okay. I’ll make you cum hard. I know how, too.”

Rosario smiled then nodded. She pulled Samantha towards the futas’ restroom.

“Johana!” Genevieve said. The cheerleader darted up to me, dressed in her normal clothes and not her outfit. She grabbed my cock. “Ooh, you have to come to health class. It’s going to be your last chance to demonstrate for the class before you’re out of the Program. I hope me and you can have more fun. I bet your mom wants to teach anal.”

A hot thrill shot through me as I pictured sliding my girl-dick into my mom’s class. My dick throbbed in Genevieve’s grip.

“It’s just weird with my mom watching,” I muttered. “I’m sure Samantha will love to demonstrate it.”

“But it would be more fun with you,” Genevieve said, stroking me. “Mmm, I wish we had a few more minutes, I would practice with you.” The cheerleader leaned in. “I have lube in my back pocket.”

I groaned as the warning bell rang. I was going to need to ask for relief right away in my first-period class. My auburn hair swayed about my shoulders as Genevieve gave my futa-dick one last stroke before she darted away.

Pussy juices soaked my bush. I felt them trickling down my thighs as I headed to class. Anal sex with my mother… That was so hot. So tempting. I trembled, shuddering. I could have such a wild time with her but…

No.

Be strong. This was the last day.

I burst into my first class, English. Miss Rustici, a tall woman with long fingernails, looked up at me, blinking brown eyes. “Oh, Johana, I assume you are in need of relief?”

“She’s hard enough for it,” said Michelle Deveruex, the futa flashing me a grin.

“Yes,” I moaned. “I need a volunteer to fuck!”

Five girls hands shot up, their eyes all quivering as they stared at me. I chose the nearest, Madeleine Dyer, a brunette cutie wearing a halter top and a pair of skinny jeans. Her round breasts jiggled as she hopped to her feet, her eyes bright. She unsnapped her jeans, wiggling her hips back and forth as she worked them off.

The Program was turning our college into a wild place. Sex was becoming so common. Society was changing so fast. Was that really a good thing? I wanted to think about it, but it was so hard as Madeleine shoved down her jeans. Her pink thong vanished between the peachy cheeks of her rump.

I was on her in a flash. I ripped her thong to the side, exposing her shaved pussy. Her lips gleamed with cream. A tart musk filled my nose. I breathed it in, my heart pounding in my chest. It was an intoxicating scent.

An inviting sight.

“Fuck me, Johana!” the girl moaned. “Monica says you’re the best fuck in our class!”

“So does Genevieve!” moaned Ursella Prescott, a cute girl.

I lined up my cock at her tight slit. She looked like a virgin. I thrust against her and groaned as I felt her hymen for a brief second. She was a virgin, and yet she was so eager to be fucked. Her back arched and then she groaned as her cherry popped.

“Johana,” she moaned, sounding like such a slut even though I was the first futa to fuck her.

What was the Program doing to our college? This was crazy. I was frozen there, buried to the hilt in Madeleine’s deflowered cunt. I swayed, all the students looking at me. I felt my teacher’s eyes on my back as this eighteen-year-old girl’s deflowered twat gripped me.

“Ooh, fuck me, Johana,” she moaned. “I’m so ready for it. Ever since you fucked Claire yesterday in class, I… I… Just pound me!”

Was it so bad if she was willing? If it made us both feel good? I didn’t know where love fit in with such rampant lust, with all the sex I’d been getting this week. I groaned as I drew back my hips, thoughts of my mother flitting through my mind.

Maybe I didn’t need love if I had delicious passion.

I slammed my futa-dick deep into Madeleine’s tight cunt. She gasped. My small breasts jiggled before me and my auburn hair danced about my face. She gripped the edge of her desk, rocking back into me as I thrust hard and deep into her.

The tight grip of her pussy felt incredible about me. I groaned with every thrust, loving her pants and moans. Futas and girls stared at me, envy in their eyes. I shuddered, my back arching. My hair swayed about my face.

“Madeleine!” I moaned. “Oh, yes, Madeleine, you feel incredible!”

“So do you!” she moaned. “Oh, yes, yes! Your cock is filling me up, Johana! This is the best! I’ve been masturbating all year imagining relieving a futa! Everyone’s watching me! I’m helping you!”

“Such a naughty helper!” I gasped, staring down at her peachy ass. It was so perky and delicious.

So spankable.

Smack.

I gave her a light slap, nothing hard. She groaned and squeezed her pussy around me. Ursella fanned her face as she watched nearby. Michelle squirmed in her seat, her hand reaching beneath her desk to adjust her futa-cock. I reveled in it. I didn’t need love or my mother. I could just enjoy myself with eager coeds.

I gave her another light spank, loving the feel of her rump beneath my hand as I drove into her. A soft blush crossed her perky butt-cheek. I groaned, my ovaries growing tighter and tighter with each thrust into her depths.

With each plunge into her juicy twat, my dick ached more and more. Her deflowered pussy brought me closer and closer to the edge of erupting. I gripped her sides, my hands brushing the bottom hem of her halter top.

“Johana!” she moaned. “Oh, Johana, yes, yes! I’m so close. Please don’t stop. I want to cum on your cock.”

“Make her cum,” Ursella moaned.

“Yeah,” Michelle panted, her arm moving like she was jerking herself off.

“Your such a futa-champ, Johana,” Claire Nowell moaned.

“Things sure are different,” muttered the professor. “You have two minutes.”

I thrust harder, faster. I pounded Madeleine. I wanted her to explode around my girl-cock. I plunged into her as she wiggled across her desk, her brown hair swaying about her tossing head. She bucked back into me, thrusting that curvy rump at my crotch.

Her blushing butt-cheeks rippled from the smacking impact of my crotch. My breasts quivered. My dusky nipples thrust so hard before me. I whimpered, my pussy clenching, the pressure building and building at the tip of my girl-dick.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. “I’m almost there. Madeleine!”

“Johana!” she squealed as I buried into her.

“One minute,” the professor warned.

“Cum on her girl-dick, Madeleine!” Ursella whimpered, her blue eyes so bright.

“Yes!” the deflowered girl moaned as her pussy rippled about my cock.

I groaned at the hot feel of her pussy spasming around my shaft. The writhing delight sucked at my thrusting girl-dick. My twat clenched as I rammed into her. My back arched as my crotch smacked into her bubbly rump.

I exploded.

“Johana!” she squealed as my cum basted her once-virgin flesh.

“Yes, yes, Madeleine!” I moaned as the pleasure slammed through my mind. The rapture surged through me. My heart pounded in my chest. The ecstasy rippled through me. Powerful jolts of bliss shocked through me.

She purred in delight. Her pussy writhed about me. Milked me. I groaned, swaying. This was incredible. My pussy convulsed as my girl-cum fired into her. My mind drank in the dual delights. Juices dribbled down my thighs.

“Time,” said the professor. “Looks like you finished her off, Johana.”

“Yes, she did!” groaned Madeleine. “Oh, Miss Rustici, I need to use the restroom real quick.”

“Fine, fine, get yourself cleaned up. The rest of you, let’s get started, and Michelle, stop jerking off beneath the table. You had your chance to get off.”

I sank down into my desk, panting. My clit-dick softened, coated in Madeleine’s cum. My mind drifted through the haze of my orgasm. My mother’s face burned in my thoughts. I squeezed my eyes shut then focused on the lesson.

Just had to get through today.

I focused on getting relief. Second period, I sucked April Gore’s clit-dick while she sucked mine, the kicker of our football team making me cum hard. We gulped down each other’s salty cum while the girls all cooed in delight and snapped photos, practicing their photography. Well, that was the point of the class.

Third period, I ate out Audie Marlowe on the bleachers while everyone ran laps. She forgave me for ejaculating prematurely in her face on Monday.

Fourth period, I enjoyed Monica’s tight twat riding my dick, her skirt rustling around my waist, hiding her pussy while I enjoyed every second of it.

Firth Period, I ate Araceli out while fisting my futa-dick. She coated my faces in her juices and begged me to show up to Health Class with her.

I had to refuse.

I headed to the girl’s bathroom at the far end of the west wing of the college. It was a lonely part of the school with a few art classes in session during sixth period, providing a safe place to watch porn for the hour. I had a jaunt to my step. I was almost in the clear.

I rounded the corner and almost walked into President McTaggart. I smiled at her. “Afternoon.”

“We need to talk, Ms. Jordan,” she said, her words taut.

“Um…” I said, my stomach squirming. I shifted, my backpack suddenly feeling heavy on my naked shoulders.

“How has your health class been?” the president asked, her normally bubbly and excitable demeanor vanished.

“Um… fine.”

“Fine?” She arched a fiery eyebrow. Her green eyes blazed. “Just fine?”

I nodded, my cheeks burning.

“If it was just fine, then why haven’t you gone for the last two days?” she asked. Her eyes looked around. “And this isn’t the way to the science department, now is it?”

“No, President McTaggart,” I said, my stomach almost falling out of me.

“Walk with me,” she said and marched ahead.

I didn’t even consider flight. I had always been a good futa. I followed the rules. I had never played hooky from a school in my life. Never would have dreamed of skipping classes, not even one taught by my mother. If it wasn’t for these desires for my mother, for the frightening way she made my heart pattered faster, for the incestuous longing to touch her, stroke her…

Do things to her…

My futa-dick twitched and my pussy itched as I remembered her hand pumping up and down my shaft on Monday. I flicked my tongue over my lips, almost tasting her tangy passion instead of the lingering traces of Araceli sweet pussy. My bare feet padded on the floor as my backpack felt heavier had heavier. The halls were growing more and more empty, but the few students still rushing to class only glanced at me then hurried on.

They knew I was in trouble.

Just before the period was about to start, we reached the health class. President McTaggart opened the door, ushering me inside. I slinked in, feeling everyone’s eyes on me. Monica and Genevieve both straightened and smiled at me while Samantha sank down lower into her desk, her cheeks blushing.

Krysten was the first one to gasp.

A stillness rippled across the classroom as President McTaggart closed the door behind us. My mother rose from her desk, a wariness about her face. She wore a short, tight, dark-purple skirt and a flowery blouse that seemed to be wrapped about her torso. It was held shut by buttons on her left side. It had a V-neckline, showing off her round breasts to their fullest. Her fiery hair tumbled down to her shoulder.

“President McTaggart?” my mother asked. “What are you doing here?”

“Bringing your truant futa-daughter to class,” she said. “I heard a rumor she hadn’t been showing up.”

I noticed Michelle squirming in her seat and looking the other way.

“Yes,” my mother said slowly. “But that’s fine. She’s just—”

“She’s in the Program. She needs to participate.” The president’s voice was stern. “Since she wasn’t, she needs to be punished. Molly, I need you to spank her.”

My mother’s jaw dropped. Her eyes flicked to me. A shiver ran through my body. I hadn’t been spanked by mother since I was a little kid. My rump clenched and my futa-dick swelled a little harder, the hot itch building in my pussy.

“Me, Birdie?” my mother asked.

“You’re her professor,” the president said. “You should have reported her missing a class the first time. The Program’s rules must be followed. Now, you can administer it bare-handed or with a ruler. Your choice. Twenty spankings since she missed two periods.”

“Okay.” My mother beckoned to me. “Bare-handed.”

“And don’t go easy on her,” the president added, looming behind me. “I’m watching. If I don’t feel she’s been disciplined…”

“She will be,” My mother said.

I felt everyone’s eyes on me. It was strangely arousing like with the other lessons. My futa-cock twitched harder and harder. Monica and Araceli whispered to each other while Michelle watched with a guilty flush. Naked Krysten, her leash held in her hand, quivered in the back as she craned her head to see.

Then my mom’s hand touched my arm.

I gasped. An electric jolt shot through me. I caught her eyes, seeing this strange depth in them. This look of almost dazed lust burned across her face. Her fingers felt amazing on me as she pulled me close. Her breasts rose and fell. She licked her lips as she stopped me right before the desk.

What was going through her mind? What drove her to sit her pussy on my face, or give me a handjob?

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “For everything. I went too far. I just…” She swallowed. “We’ll talk later.”

I nodded and bent down over the desk. I pressed my aching nipples into the smooth surface. I lost my virginities on the desk. Both of them. I fucked my first girl and was fucked by my first futa. I even ate my first pussy.

My mother’s left hand pressed onto my lower back while her right lingered on my rump. She gave my butt-cheek a squeeze and my dick throbbed. My pussy ached, the juices flowing. I felt all those eyes on me, watching, squirming.

I remembered spanking Madeleine in first period. Did my mom think I have a spankable ass?

Her hand drew away. I tensed, bracing for the pain. Everyone in the class drew in a breath. The room became silent. Then there was a rushing sound and—

SMACK!

Pain flared across my right butt-cheek. The first spank landed hard. My futa-dick twitched,

brushing the front of my desk. Someone groaned in sympathy as the heat melted down into my pussy.

I blinked and felt my mom’s hand shifting on my lower back, her fingers stroking me.

SMACK!

The second one fell hard. I groaned, the pain flaring. It hurt, but it felt so naughty. My heart thundered in my chest. Ragged breaths came from my mother while her fingers caressed my back. Her other hand cocked back again.

CRACK!

She landed lower, right where my butt-cheek met my thigh. It hurt more. My futa-dick twitched. My pussy drank in the sting. Juices trickled down my shaft, racing for my tip. I groaned as the heat rippled through my ass and reached my cunt.

SMACK!

The fourth spank arched my back.

SMACK!

I whimpered with the fifth spank, the ache swelling at the tip of my cock.

CRACK!

Another low blow, her fingers smacking the back of my thigh. I shuddered, my nipples rubbing into the table.

SMACK!

“Mom!” I gasped with the seventh, my ass burning. “I’m sorry, Mom!”

“Shh, it’s okay. You were just being a bad futa.” Her voice sounded throaty. Aroused. “Mommy’s going to straighten you out.

SMACK!

I gasped, and groaned, squirming on her desk. My nipples throbbed harder. My dick twitched. Pressure built at the tip. Somehow, I was rising towards an orgasm from the pain alone. It was insane.

SMACK!

It was like pain was linked to pleasure.

SMACK!

That the two fuzzed and blurred together.

SMACK!

The line between rapture and agony wasn’t neat, but porous, allowing one to permeate the other. They bled from rapture to pain, from agony to ecstasy.

SMACK!

Especially when someone special did the spanking.

“Mom!” I gasped, shuddering from my twelfth spank. “I… I…”

SMACK!

“I was scared of my feelings!” These words spilled out of the depth of my soul. “Feelings for you!”

CRACK!

The blow landed on my lower thigh again. Pain flared up to my pussy, melting my passion. My dick twitched and throbbed. It was incredible. My gasps choked off my words.

SMACK!

“It’s why I stayed away,” I panted, squirming. “Because… because… I felt so ashamed that I could have feelings for you. You’re my mother.”

SMACK!

“I know society thinks it’s okay for us, but… I was hung up on the old ways. I tried to ignore my desires for you.”

SMACK!

“I tried to bury it with meaningless sex. I fucked every girl and futa I could.”

SMACK!”

“But I always thought about you, Mom! I… I… I want you! I want to eat your pussy again!”

SMACK!

I could feel the breathless silence in the room. Everyone was watching me bare my soul to my mother. My ass burned after nineteen spankings. Tears spilled out of my eyes. The pressure at the tip of my cock was incredible. My pussy clenched, the agony bleeding into an ecstasy that fed the heat in my ovaries.

My cum boiled.

“What are you saying,” my mother groaned.

I could see it clearly. The shame I felt wasn’t because what we were doing was incest, but because she was my deceased futa-mother’s wife. I was taking Futa-Mom’s place by loving my mother. It was so clear to me. But Futa-Mom would want her to be happy.

Us to be happy.

“That I want you, Mom!” I moaned. “That I… That I love you.”

A gasp burst from one of the girls. Then sighing awe.

“I love you, Mom, and I’m sorry for skipping your classes and avoiding you, I was just so ashamed that I was… was… betraying Futa-Mom. I tried to convince myself it was wrong. I lied to myself that it was only that we were committing incest. But I thought about you with every girl and futa I fucked this week. I wanted it to be you. It was so hot when you set on my face while Genevieve rode me. I loved watching you masturbate while Samantha fucked me. Now… now… I love you!”

SMACK!

The final spanking landed not on my ass or my upper thighs, but on my pussy.

It was partially cushioned by my bush, but my labia felt it. The pain burst through my delicate folds. This amazing rapture that shot pleasure down to the tip of my girl-cock. My back arched, my auburn hair dancing around my face as the agony of the twentieth and final spanking slammed into my swelling orgasm.

I exploded.

My girl-cock erupted. My hot cum fired out the tip of my clit-dick. My pussy convulsed. As my jizz splattered the front of my mom’s desk, my cream gushed down my thighs and shaft. I quivered on the desk, stars exploding across my vision.

It was incredible.

Intense.

I drowned in the pain-fueled ecstasy. I moaned out in wordless delight. My pussy convulsed, aching to be filled by something. My futa-cock spurted a final time, wasting my girl-spunk on the side of the desk. I trembled, my ass burning.

My orgasm peaked.

I died into gasping, panting shuddering bliss.

The silence held the classroom. I could hear my mother’s breathing and the shift of chairs. Desks creaked. Clothing rustled. Everyone was staring at me. They heard my confession. My feelings for my mother. My professor.

It went against the rules for professors and other staff members to have relationships with their students. Only during the Program, and only as part of lessons, could a professor do anything to a student. I swallowed, trembling, realizing this was our only chance to have each other.

Once this period ended, my time in the Program was over. We’d have to wait until I graduated or she quit.

I tensed, realizing I wasted the last few days with my pointless guilt and shame. My cheeks burned as much as my ass. I felt so terrible. I could hear her panting. Her breath ragged. Then she cleared her throat.

“Aftercare,” Mom said, her clothing rustling. “Aftercare is important in BDSM. If you and your partner go down this road, you have to make sure that if you’re the dominant that you make sure your submissive is okay. That you soothe her hurts.”

“Aftercare?” President McTaggart asked.

“Yes,” my mother said. “If you love the futa you disciplined, you have to take care of her after spanking her. I’m giving a lesson, President McTaggart. My futa-daughter is enrolled in the Program.”

“Of course,” the president said. “Teach away. I’ll just… observe.”

I lifted my tear-stained face from the desk and peered over my shoulder at my mother. She had her wrap-like blouse open, her round breasts constrained in a purple bra. She shrugged out of her top, her tits heaving.

My heart beat faster as I watched her strip. There were twenty other people watching us, futas and girls that I had fucked mixed in with them, and yet there was only my mother. Her fiery hair fell around her flushed face. Her green eyes held this wild passion in them.

She felt the same thing I did. This same attraction. How long had it grown in her? How long had she wanted to act on her desires, to touch my eighteen-year-old body and love me the way a woman loved her futa?

Did she finally seize her chance only to think that she’d ruined it when I’d acted so strange? I wanted to apologize to her. To fall to my knees and eat her pussy out in apology for what I had done to her. I didn’t want to make her feel terrible.

She unhooked her bra, her eyes locked on me. She shrugged the purple straps off her shoulder. Her breasts rose and fell, her cheeks flushed and burning. She licked her lips as her bra cups slipped away, revealing her lush breasts.

They weren’t as perky or firm as the coed hotties and futas I’d been enjoying, but they were still lovely. They still had a delicious shape and a wonderful sway. They were the breasts of a woman, mature and lovely. Her dusky nipples thrust hard before her, begging to be loved.

“Mom,” I groaned, loving the sight of my mother’s tits.

“Mmm, Johana, you are just such a delicious thing. Mommy’s going to take care of you. You’re forgiven.”

I shuddered, my eyes widened. Those simple words. I nodded my head. “Thank you. I… I won’t ever skip class again. or…” I swallowed. “Or pretend I don’t desire you. Don’t love you.”

Her smile grew as she slid her hands down her toned stomach, her daily workout paying off. She reached her short skirt. Her hands slid around it and found the clasp on the side. She unfastened it then a short zipper rasped.

“Damn,” Samantha moaned in the background as my mother’s skirt dropped revealing she was without panties.

“Forget something when getting dressed, Molly?” the president asked.

“No,” my mother said. “Never liked them.”

“Your mom is awesome,” said Monica. “Oh, Johana, I’m so jealous, but… but… I get it.”

“Hell, yeah,” said Samantha. “You’re lucky.”

“Quiet,” admonished the president. “Let Miss Jordan teach her lesson.”

“Mmm, so you need to love your futa,” said Mom as she leaned over me. “If you’ve spanked her ass, then you should kiss all over butt-cheeks.”

Her silky hair brushed my bringing rump. I groaned at the soft caress. My pussy clenched and my futa-dick throbbed. I wiggled more, my heart racing as the pleasure surged over me. I bit my lip, wanting to moan out in wild need.

Her lips brushed my ass.

“Mom!” I gasped.

“Yes, yes, you want to kiss her butt-cheeks.” Smooch. “And lick her everywhere.”

My mother kissed and smooched over my rump. Her tongue licked out, cooling my ass. Everywhere her lips touched sent soothing delight through me. I relaxed, the pain fading as she moved around my right butt-cheek, her touch fleeting, teasing.

I wiggled and groaned, my dick throbbing. Pussy juices dribbled down my shaft. My nipples ached as her lips crossed my butt-crack and smooched along my left asscheek. Her tongue flicked around one stinging spot.

“Just take away all her hurt and show her how much you love her,” purred my mother. This incestuous thrill shot through me. It felt so right.

Her tongue licked across my butt-cheeks, soothing it all away. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. Wetter and wetter. Her right hand stroked up and down my thigh. She brushed through the trickles of cream leaking out of me.

She traced one up. I quivered, my cunt clenching as this tingle raced up my thigh ahead of her touch. My breath quickened, my nipples throbbing against the desk. I whimpered, wiggling back and forth as she went higher and higher.

Then she brushed my pussy folds.

I gasped as the rapture surged out of me. I whimpered, my eyes squeezing shut. This wild heat rushed through me. I panted, my nipples throbbing. I swallowed as she stroked up and down my labia, from my cock’s base up to my taint.

“Mmm, stroke your futa’s pussy while you do this,” Mom said. “And even lick her asshole. She’ll like that.”

Chairs shifted. Clothing rustled behind us as my mother pressed her face between the cheeks of my rump. I groaned in delight as her tongue darted over my asshole. She teased me. Her caresses were wicked. They made me tremble. My hips wiggled back and forth as she rimmed my asshole and stroked my pussy.

Then my mother thrust her fingers into my incestuous depths. She filled me with her passion. I groaned, my pussy clamping down on her digits. This wicked heat rippled through me. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Yes, yes, Mom!” I panted. “Oh, Mom, you’re making me feel so good.”

“See how relaxed she is,” purred Mom. “Mmm, she loves it when I lick her asshole.”

“I had no idea futas like that, too,” Genevieve said.

Adile giggled. “Yes, you do like it, don’t you?”

“Hush,” said President McTaggart, her voice strained. “No talking but… but… masturbate if you have to.”

Clothing rustled loudly now. I didn’t care as I heard panting breaths from my classmates. I had my mother’s tongue rimming my asshole and her fingers plundering my pussy. My girl-cock twitched and throbbed. My toes curled as this wonderful heat rippled through my body.

I loved it. I drank it in. The pleasure rippled through me. I smiled in delight. This was such an incredible treat to enjoy. A wonderful, wicked passion. My body shook, my cunt squeezing down on the fingers reaming in my cunt.

“Mom!” I moaned, hearing my classmates masturbating as they watched. “Oh, Mom, you’re making me feel so good.”

“Even wiggle your tongue into her asshole,” Mom continued. “That’s a wonderful thing to do when fingering your futa’s pussy.”

“Or for a girl?” asked Samantha. “Is that something you should do, too?”

“For Rosario?” asked Araceli.

“Yes, yes, do this on a girl, too!” Mom moaned and then thrust her tongue into my asshole.

My anal ring parted for my mother’s tongue. She wiggled it around inside my bowels. It was so different. My toes curled at the wicked delight of it. I groaned, my heart racing as she feasted on me, her fingers plunging in and out of my cunt.

I groaned out in pure rapture, the pain in my ass almost all forgotten. My heart hammered in my chest. The delight pumped through my veins as my mother thrust her two digits faster and faster in and out of my pussy. My bowels savored her tongue’s stroking delights.

“That’s incredible,” I groaned. “Oh, Mom, yes. Yes!”

Incestuous delight shot through me. My cock throbbed. I was so hard. My tip ached. Pussy juices gathered on the tip, beading there. They tickled my cock’s tip as I squirmed. My butt-cheeks clenched about her face, tripping her as she feasted on my asshole.

Her fingers thrust faster and faster into me. She plunged her tongue in and out of my asshole while I moaned and gasped. My back arched. My nipples drank in the smooth feel of the desk. My orgasm built and built.

“Mom, Mom, please, stop!” I gasped.

“What?” she moaned, pulling her head away, something like trepidation in her voice.

“I’m going to cum! I don’t want to waste this load. I want to cum in your pussy!” I shuddered. “I want to flood the pussy that birthed me with my futa-seed!”

“That’s beautiful,” whimpered Monica. “Do it, Miss Jordan, make love to your futa-daughter.”

“Yes, yes, this is so hot!” groaned Adile.

“Incest is amazing!”

“Continue your lesson, Molly!” panted the president. Was she jerking off her cock, too?

“When your futa is ready, and your pussy is dripping for her cock, she’s ready,” moaned my mother as she rose. She ripped her fingers out of my twat. “You make love to her in whatever way you prefer. Missionary, cowgirl, doggy style, bent over a desk, pinned against the wall, spooning, or even peg her with hour favorite strap-on.”

I shuddered at that.

“I’m going to make love to my futa-daughter,” my mother said. “Incest is a beautiful thing.”

“Yes!” I moaned in agreement.

I rolled over to face her, a gorgeous woman flushed with her arousal. My ass ached against the cool caress of the desk. I didn’t care; my eyes locked on her. She sucked my pussy juices off her finger as she mounted the desk. Her lovely breasts heaved while my eyes flicked down to her flat stomach to her fiery bush.

Her curls glistened with her juices. I remembered the tangy flavor from Monday.

She wanted me. She burned with the same incestuous passion that had my clit-dick hard and throbbing. She straddled me. My hands went to her breasts, grasping those plump mounds I nursed from as a baby. She grasped my girl-cock.

I shuddered as she raised me up towards her fiery bush. Towards the pussy that had birthed me. My mother wanted me. I groaned as she pressed the pink crown of my cock into her silky pubic hair. Her juicy curls brushed me.

Then I felt the wet heat of her incestuous hole.

“Johana,” she whimpered.

“Mom,” I groaned as she wiggled her hips, sliding her labia around my cock, sending delight rippling down my shaft.

My cunt clenched in anticipation.

Then my mother impaled herself down my girl-dick. I gasped as she swallowed my girl-cock. I groaned, my back arching. The pleasure rippled through me as she engulfed every inch of my futa-dick. I throbbed in her, savoring this wicked moment. I squeezed her breasts as I groaned in delight.

“Johana, yes, yes, yes!” she moaned, her pussy clenching around me.

To my shock, she orgasmed.

It was like the taboo thrill of engulfing her futa-daughter’s clit-dick set her off. An incestuous thrill that detonated her climax. Her pussy convulsed around my cock. I groaned at the silky writhe. I shuddered on the table, my heart screaming through my chest.

“Johana!” she gasped, her back arching, her breasts jiggling in my grip.

I heard the students and the president panting and moaning. They were pleasing themselves, watching us share in this taboo delight. I didn’t care. I focused on this wonderful moment of my mother’s pussy spasming around my girl-dick.

Then she rose up me. She lifted her convulsing twat up my cock. It was incredible to feel. The best pussy I’d been in all week. Better than Monica’s or Genevieve’s. Better than deflowering Madeleine’s virgin twat.

This was my mother’s pussy. The woman whom I loved.

She slammed her pussy down me, her flesh rippling around me. I groaned as her breasts shook. I gripped them, my small titties quivering. Mom rotated her hips, stirring her pussy around my girl-dick while her fiery bush pressed into my darker-auburn pubic hair.

“Mom!” I groaned. “Oh, damn, Mom.”

“I know!” she gasped as she rose again, her pussy sliding up my cock, gripping me in spasming heaven. “Oh, goddess, I know. You’re incredible. So thick and hard. Oh, yes, yes!”

She slammed back down me. She took my cock to the hilt. I groaned, my back arching. My futa-dick throbbed and ached in her cunt. The pleasure spilled around me. I whimpered, my toes curling. My heart pounded in my chest.

Her hips swiveled from side to side. She worked that wonderful, delicious, amazing pussy up and down my girl-dick. I groaned, my toes curling. It was such a treat to experience. A delight to enjoy. I never wanted this to end. I wanted this passion to burn through me for all eternity.

Her twat rode up and down my girl-dick, spasming, convulsing, teasing me. My hands kneaded her breasts as I loved every moment of it. I stared into her green eyes, saw the love shining down at me. My sexy mother smiled at me, her hands stroking up my sides.

She cupped my little titties.

“Mom! Mom!” I groaned. “I love you.”

She leaned over farther, her hands squeezing my A cups. Her thumbs swept over my nipples, sending delight shooting down to my clit-dick buried in her pussy. I gripped her breasts, her nubs rubbing into my palms.

“I love you, too,” she purred. “Johana… My darling futa-daughter. I carried you in my womb. I made you. You’re perfect.”

A surge of passion washed through me. My hands shot from her breasts to cup her face. I pulled her down, pressing her tits into mine. Our nipples kissed as our lips devoured each other. I tasted the sour musk of my asshole. The naughty flavor enhanced our kiss.

With a groan, I rolled us over. I had to be on top.

She squealed into the kiss as I drove my clit-dick into her juicy pussy. I fucked her the way a futa should fuck her woman. Her sexy mother. Incestuous passion rushed through me. This wild, wanton drive propelled my hips, my cock burying into her juicy depths again and again.

She moaned and gasped. She shuddered on me. I buried into her over and over. Her fingers grabbed my fiery rump. She squeezed me. Kneaded me. I kissed her with such passion as she dug her digits into my asshole.

The pain sweetened it.

As did her squeals.

She came again on my clit-dick.

My mother’s incestuous flesh writhed about me. Her pussy spasmed around me, massaging me as I plunged into her hard and fast. The ache built and built at the tip of my girl-dick. That need to erupt into her swelled.

I was so close. I would explode into her. Our tongues dueled together. I plunged my tongue into her. I reveled in this wicked delight. My heart pounded so fast. My hips buried into her again and again. Her pussy gripped me.

That delicious twat held me.

I kissed her with so much passion. My tongue danced through her mouth as we loved each other. Pants and moans echoed around us. Girls and futas cried out in their own ecstasy as my orgasm built and built, my mother’s pussy bringing me closer and closer to my eruption.

I broke the kiss, staring into her eyes.

“Do it,” she whimpered. “Cum in me, Johana. I love you.”

“I love you, Mom!” I gasped and buried my cock into her twat.

My futa-seed erupted into her.

I spasmed atop her. I shuddered as her convulsing pussy milked my cock. I moaned out in incestuous delight as I spilled blast after blast of my girl-cum into her. My twat spasmed. Waves of rapture and jolts of ecstasy filled my body with bliss.

My mind melted.

“I’m not on the shot,” my mother whispered into my ear. “Give me another baby.”

“Mom!” I gasped, my orgasm intensifying.

My futa-cum fired out of my clit-dick with powerful eruptions. The ecstasy slammed into my mind. My pussy convulsed harder. Waves of rapture washed through my body as I trembled atop her. If this was the only time we could make love until I graduated in four years, then we would make the most of it.

I kissed her hard as her pussy writhed about me. She milked out my incestuous girl-seed. She drained my ovaries as she quivered beneath me. Our breasts rubbed together as I hurtled towards that amazing peak of pleasure.

I reached the plateau of ecstasy. I shared it with my mother.

Then I crashed into reality. I panted and groaned, squirming on my mother, my cock softening in her pussy’s juicy embrace. She had such a huge grin on her lips. I kissed her again, loving her, wanting to make the most of our lesson.

What fleeting time we had together.

“That was a fascinating lesson,” President McTaggart said, her voice sounding throaty. She had definitely cum. “Just once her time in the Program is up, Molly, remember you’re a professor at this institution. At home, well, what you two do…” She shrugged, smiling.

The class whooped and hollered. They were so excited as I stared into my mother’s eyes, hoping I bred her. She smiled at me. There was such joy in her eyes. This wasn’t over. We didn’t have to give each other up.

“You grew up into such a beautiful futa,” she whispered, her pussy squeezing around my half-hard cock. “Just like your futa-mother. You’re so much like her. I love you, Johana.”

“I love you, too, Mom,” I groaned and kissed her again. Our tongues danced together.

Hot, wanton, wild sex with random girls was fun. It was amazing, but there was something special about making love to the woman you loved. She might be my mother. She might have birthed me. She might be twice my age. None of that mattered. She was my lover.

My sexy, beautiful, gorgeous mother. I didn’t have to be ashamed of my desires. That was the old way of thinking. This was the new future. One where consenting, mature humans could do what they wanted. Love whom they wanted.

Make babies with whom they wanted.

I was so glad I was chosen for the Program. It had changed my life. It had given me something amazing. My breasts quivered against my mother as our kiss deepened. The sounds faded as the bell rang.

Class was over, but I didn’t care. What my mother and I had would last far, far longer.

I couldn’t wait to meet our child. Girl or futa, she would be loved.

To be continued in the next Naked in School Tale…

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The four of us got out of the black cab on Wardour Street and let Jay lead the way. I had a feeling that I knew where she was leading us and was soon proved right when we arrived at the red door of Kenny’s, the gloryhole and sex cinema venue of our visit the evening before

Building a Dream: Part Nine

Continues on from when we left the spa and arrived in Soho, Jay’s choice of destination.

The four of us got out of the black cab on Wardour Street and let Jay lead the way. I had a feeling that I knew where she was leading us and was soon proved right when we arrived at the red door of Kenny’s, the gloryhole and sex cinema venue of our visit the evening before. The peep show next door had its door shut with a ‘closed for private function,’ sign hanging on it. I felt a little flutter with the thought that maybe Katy had been here earlier to do the girls make up and would still be around. I pushed that thought to one side as Jay was already a few paces ahead and had already marched up to the red door and pressed the doorbell.

We caught up with her just as we heard the ’click’ of the door being unlocked allowing Jay to push it open and march down the corridor to where the owner Kenny sat reading the latest ‘Better Homes and Gardens’ magazine. Kenny looked up at us and before he could say, ‘Sixty,’ Jay handed over six tenner’s which he took and pressed the hidden button to unlock the door. He must have recognised us as he didn’t bother to tell us where the facilities were as we passed him, nodded a ‘hello,’ and climbed the stairs.

Reaching the top, Jay turned left and headed for the booths. Three of the booths at the far end were shut while the others were open and nobody was hanging around. Jay headed into the cinema room and exclaimed out loud, “Oh, for fucks sake,” when she saw it was empty. There was no film playing on the screen, several lights were on and dimmed, bathing the area with a soft glow and the only other person in the room was, to my delight, Katy, who was sat behind the counter and filling in a puzzle in Jason’s magazine. Looking up and seeing us when she heard Jay, she said excitedly, “Hi guys!” and walked around the counter to kiss and hug each one of us. “You’re back soon. I didn’t know if I would see you again.” Although the comment was for all of us, she seemed to be looking my way when she said it. She looked fantastic. Loose low-cut blouse with no bra, showing more than an eyeful of cleavage and a very short skirt.

“We thought we would pop in and say hi,” Manus said to Katy as she returned back to the other side of the counter.

“Ah, how sweet,” she replied sitting back down on the stool. Manus looked to each of us in turn and asked “Coffee?” We all nodded and Katy began making the drinks. “Bit quiet tonight. Has everyone been and gone?” Manus asked.

“It’s been quiet all evening. I made up the girls downstairs a couple of hours ago then came up to help out. We had a young couple came in who fooled about a bit by themselves then left. There’s a girl in one of the booths and a couple of regulars either side, but that’s it for now. I haven’t even bothered to put a film on if there’s nobody here to watch it. ” She passed the coffee’s over to us and looking up at Jay and Sara asked, “Your hairs wet. Have you been swimming?”

“No,” Sara replied. “We’ve been to a spa.”

“Ooh, fancy,” Katy said. “I bet that was nice.”

“Not really,” replied Jay taking her coffee and looking around the empty room. All of us, including Katy sensed Jay’s exasperation as she said this. She started to walk around sipping her coffee and looking around at the empty sofas, armchairs and folded down futons. Katy threw me a quizzical look but it was Sara who, leaning close to Katy and getting a good look down her top, quietly explained out of Jay’s hearing,

“It was a nudist spa and we think that Jay didn’t quite have enough fun. She was hoping for more, a lot more than she got, if you get my meaning.” Katy nodded along, showing that she understood what Sara meant.

“Ah, I see,” Katy replied quietly. “It was ‘that’ type of spa. I’ve heard there is one of those in London, but never thought to find out where. You’ll have to give me the address.” She reached down into her handbag and passed a small notebook to Sara with her pen who wrote the address of the spa and passed it back to her. Leaning forward to us but looking at me Katy asked quietly, “Was she after a threesome?”

Sara mouthed the word ‘gangbang,’ and Katy, wide-eyed, nodded in understanding. She then straightened up and said in a loud voice to all of us but mainly for Jay’s benefit,

“It’s quiet now, but there’s a stag party downstairs at the moment as I did the girls make up earlier. I reckon the owner might let them know that this place exists and, maybe, they’ll come up here later.” This got Jay’s attention and came over to the counter.

“Really?” she asked, a hint of excitement showing on her face.

“Yep,” Katy casually. “They were expecting at least a party of twelve. Providing the girls don’t give them all a private show in the VIP room, I reckon they’ll be a good bunch of very horny young men just itching to let loose.”

Just then we heard one of the booths unlock and a man of about fifty walked down the corridor and poked his head around the door gave a small wave of his hand and said, “I’m off, Katy love.”

“Okay Bill,” she replied waving back to him. “Hope your daughter gets that job. Take care”

“Will do,” he replied as he went through the exit door.

“He’s such a nice man, Bill.” Katy said to us. “He’s a regular. His wife died when they were in their early twenties. He was left to bring up a son and two daughters, which he did very well apparently. His son’s a paramedic, one daughter has her own estate agency and his other daughter has been headhunted from a city bank. Her interview’s tomorrow.”

“He never remarried then?” Manus asked. Katy shook her head and replied,

“No. He said he married into perfection and no one can ever match that. He loved her then; he loves her now and always will. True love never dies. He comes here every so often to meet his needs that every man has to do from time to time. He doesn’t see the other person on the other side of the wall so there’s no emotional connection. He’s such a nice man.”

We then heard another booth open and a younger man walked down the corridor, waved at Katy, and left. “That’s Tony,” Katy said. “Not much of a conversationalist but hung like a fucking horse.”

We laughed at her statement and had just stopped when a woman walked down the corridor from the booths and exited without paying attention to us. She looked to be in her mid-fifties, dressed like a typical middle-aged housewife, nothing sexy. She looked out of place. “We get all sorts here.” Katy remarked as we watched the woman leave.

“Katy,” Jay said approaching the counter. “I’m presuming you’ve got your make up kit with you? I haven’t had a chance to put any on after leaving the spa. I just need to borrow some, if that’s alright?” Katy leaned down and picked up a small toolbox to show she did and asked Jay,

“How about a proper makeover? I’ve got a hairdryer too.” She indicated both Jay’s and Sara’s hair that had been brushed straight and was still fairly damp. “Come on round and sit on the stool. I’ll do you too, Sara”

“Promises, promises,” said Sara quietly to me and Manus with a saucy wink.

Jay went around the counter and had her hair dried and brushed by Katy who then proceeded to expertly apply some make, transforming Jay’s appearance from pale-faced swimmer to glamour girl.

“Where’s Jason tonight?” asked Manus who, with Katy’s permission, was pouring us all another coffee.

“Tonight’s his book club. I think they were reading ‘Ulysses’ by James Joyce. He’ll be here later.”

Manus looked over at me with raised eyebrows. Yep, I was impressed too. A well-read supplier of porn relief for all.

“Thanks for this,” Jay said as she sneaked a look down Katy’s top at her neat, firm tits as she leaned forward over her. “No worries,” Katy replied smiling, knowing that Jay was looking at her tits and leaning a little further forward, “I owe you one.”

“What for?” Jay asked just before Katy applied some lip gloss.

“Katy replied quietly, “For letting me fuck your husband.” Jay let out a giggle and whispered, although we all heard it, “If tonight goes well, you can fuck him again.”

Katy turned to look at me smiling. I looked at Jay who winked at me as Katy quickly looked away and reached down for a make-up brush. Katy didn’t reply to the comment. I didn’t reply, but Manus and Sara were quietly laughing to themselves having heard the exchange.

“You’re all done,” said Katy as she stepped back to admire her handy work and held up a small mirror to show Jay how she looked. She looked great. The difference between apply your own and having it done professionally for you was stunning. She looked beautiful and very, very fuckable.

“Thanks you so much,” Jay said standing and hugging Katy. Katy dabbed her finger on Jay’s lips, checking they were dry before leaning up and giving her a quick peck. “I hope it goes well for you.” She bent down in front of me to put her make up box back under the counter and I noticed that she had no underwear on. Fuck I was getting horny. Whether it was the thought that Jay might get gangbanged soon or that I might get to fuck Katy again or both, I wasn’t sure. I just knew that I was going to fuck someone tonight.

Jay placed her shoulder bag behind the counter, came around the front and said to me quietly, “Are you okay with this? If not, we can leave and never mention it again.”

“I’m fine with it.” I replied taking her in my arms. “You need to scratch that ‘itch.’ If it happens, fine. But if no one comes up then we’ll leave here and I’ll fuck your brains out instead. Deal?”

“Deal.” She answered and put her arms around my neck and kissed me. Sara sat on the stool and Katy dried her hair for her before applying a light amount of makeup and also let her look down her top, not reacting. Once she was finished the four of us left Katy behind the counter and sat at a sofa on the side wall and finished our second cups of coffee.

“If anything happens tonight, don’t try to stop it.” Jay said, standing up and smoothing down her dress and checking that she looked okay.

“We won’t try to stop it,” Sara said. “But if it gets rough and we think you’re not comfortable or safe then we will step in. Sex is meant to be enjoyable, not abusing.”

“Okay, I appreciate that. Thanks” replied Jay. “But I’m going to sit on the sofa on my own. Act as if you’re not with me. Whatever happens, don’t let on. I want to act as if I came here alone and let whatever happens, happen.”

“We won’t,” said Sara winking. “But if there are too many, then I’ll help to, as you British say, ‘pick up the slack’.”

Jay laughed and gave us all a quick hug before sitting alone on the sofa that was set further back from the others but directly in the middle facing the screen. All the other sofas and armchairs was set at angles facing the screen but with a clear view of where Jay sat. Two folded down futons were in front of Jay at right angles to each other. I went back and leaned on the counter while Manus and Sara stayed on the sofa. It was angled off the wall and offered a clear view of where Jay sat.

Katy reached under the counter and turned the main lights down and then picked up a remote and pointed it at a sensor. A film started on the screen. It was British and called ‘Housewife Hattie.’ It started off with views across London before focussing on five lads walking down a street chatting. A woman is unloading her shopping from her car. Low cut top, big tits, short skirt. An offer to help her bring the shopping into her house followed which moved on to her complimenting all of them with their big strong muscles. Soon clothes were being shed, cocks were being sucked, pussy and arsehole being licked before the fucking began.

I watched for Jay’s reaction. She as watching and getting turned on. She had undone a couple of her dress buttons and had a hand fondling her breasts while the other reached under the hem of the dress.

Katy looked around at the entrance door which had remained shut since the woman left a good half-hour earlier. The film sound was loud enough for us to talk but not for Jay to hear us. Katy tugged at my shirt sleeve to get my attention so I moved my head down and she said quietly,

“Looks like I’ve got permission to fuck you again.” She smiled as she said this and I looked into her blue eyes. Fuck, she is beautiful.

“Nobody asked me,” I teased which got me a small playful slap on the arm as she giggled. “As if you’re going to turn me down.” She replied. “Come around here.” She said indicating the counter. I did so and leaned on the counter facing the room next to her. The other three were engrossed with the film. I could see Jays arm moving with her own masturbation and Sara had her head in Manus’s lap and was blowing him as he played with her big tits, now released from her dress.

I looked around and to the door several times but nobody entered. “Is it always this quiet?” I asked Katy.

“It gets like this sometimes. We could either be full to the rafters or dead, like now. It depends on who knows about this place. Kenny doesn’t advertise, it’s always by word of mouth. The peep show owner helps out by discretely telling his clientele. Wait and see, it sometimes picks up the later it gets.”

Katy then turned to me, reached up and began kissing me. I responded, putting my tongue into her mouth as she did the same with hers. I held her head and we explored each other’s mouths in a tight embrace. Given five minutes and I would have taken her and fucked her over the counter but loud shouts and cheers from the stairway behind the door told me that the stag night had arrived. I pulled away from Katy and looked at the others. Jay turned and looked towards the door as did Manus and Sara, Sara sitting up and pulling her dress top back up. The door flew open and in they came.

A large group of lads entered, all around the early twenties and fit, both in body and looks, apart from one. One lad was short and fatter than the rest and seemed to be holding a bunch of jackets. There’s always one friend who’s treated more like a dogsbody than a friend. The one who gets the drinks in all the time, who has to drive so others can drink and gets lumbered with carrying everyone else’s jackets while they all have a good time. The price to pay to be regarded as ‘one of the lads,’ and be allowed to socialise with them.

I counted twelve of them as they came through the door. All dressed smart-casual apart from one, obviously the stag, who was dressed as a baby with an oversized nappy with a bib around his neck and a large dummy hanging around his neck. Four went down to the booths and, finding nothing happening, joined the others in the cinema where they stood just inside the entrance watching the gangbang on screen. Sara was now sat up with Manus’s arm around her and was watching them. Jay had stopped masturbating and was sat as still as a rock, eyes fixed on the screen. The leader of this merry gang came up to the counter. I could smell the beer on him and could only imagine how much they had all drank before going to the peep show and then up the stairs at Kenny’s.

“Fourteen beers please love,” he said looking down at Katy and down her top before turning back to watch the action on the screen, as the others were.

“Sorry, we’re not licensed to sell alcohol,” she replied with a smile.

“What?” the lad replied, his manner turning to disbelief with an aggressive hint of ‘pissed off’. “You don’t sell fucking beer. What sort of shithole is this that doesn’t sell beer?”

“This sort.” I replied standing up straight as Katy stuttered for a reply. “We sell coffee, tea, soft drinks, water, snacks, but no alcohol.”

“Fuck this,” the lad said and walked back to the group announcing in a loud voice, “They don’t sell fucking beer.” Several voices of disbelief answered him and most of them looked in our direction, a few still looking at the screen and a couple eyeing up Jay, although no one made a move to go near her.

“I’m off to get my money back and find a pub. Who’s with me?” the lad announced in an assertive tone, walking back towards the door. Three lads made the move to follow but the others remained, including the stag and the small fat lad.

“Nah,” the stag replied, watching the screen before looking around to see who remained. “We’ll stay here for a bit and catch you up.”

“Fine. Fuck you lot then,” came the reply. “Tubs, you with us?” he shouted addressing the fat lad who had dumped the jackets down on an armchair.

“Er, no.” he answered with a small quiet voice. “I’ll stay with Danny.” He indicated the stag with his thumb and turned away, not wanting to look at the aggressive face of the obvious group leader.

“Suit yourself. Don’t get friction burns on that tiny dick of yours will you, you fat little fuck,” came the reply as the four lads left and the others turning and laughing at the insult made towards their ‘friend.’

“Aggressive rude tosser.” Katy said quietly, looking visibly relieved that he had left.

A few of the lads came up and ordered coffee and cold drinks that I helped Katy make up while the others sat around on the empty sofas and armchairs, none of them going near Jay who was still sat very still and not making any movement. Having been served, they sat on the same sofas as their friends or the only spare remaining armchairs. All were now watching the film and gave the occasional glance over to Jay, probably wondering why she was sat there alone.

Several minutes went by and the lads started making alcohol fuelled comments at the action on the screen, ignoring the fact that there were three women in the room. “Look at that,” “Go on, you slut, take it all,” “Fucking fuck her.” The woman was getting DP’d (double poled-one in the arse, one in the cunt) and certainly seemed to be enjoying it. A couple of the lads gave cheers, someone whistled and there was a big cheer when the guys on screen stood over and came over her face and open mouth.

The film ended and Katy quickly got another one showing. It was called ‘Bell-Enders,’ an obvious parody of EastEnders which started with a Kat Slater lookalike in a bad mock-up of the Queen Vic teasing a bunch of east end lads by fondling her tits. Another gangbang video. As the action on the screen got going I looked at Jay. I could just make out her head and shoulders and she still wasn’t moving. I think the reality of getting gangbanged as if she was alone might have been too much for her. I looked over at Manus and Sara who were just sat either watching the film or looking over at Jay, ready to protect her if needed.

“Well, this is dull.” Katy said, leaning on the counter with her hands on her chin. “I’ve seen this happen before. A group of tanked up lads come in, the booths are empty and there isn’t a bunch of naked women lying around waiting to be fucked like they have all probably seen online. They either sit and watch the porn, have a sneaky wank, fall asleep or get up and leave.”

“Jay won’t be happy if that happens,” I said. “Why haven’t they made a move on her? It wasn’t like this at the spa. All the men there were blatantly wanking in the open and weren’t shy in approaching her. Why did they bother coming up here?”

“Firstly,” Katy answered, “the spa is probably renowned for that sort of thing and is probably visited by complete strangers and sex is expected. Secondly, it was probably the idea of ‘Mr aggressive’ to come up here and him being the leader of the group, no one would argue with him and would just follow like sheep. Thirdly, this is a bunch of friends out on a stag night. They all know each well. They know their wives or girlfriends, their jobs, etc. They may have known each other all their lives. None of them will just get naked and make a move on her, especially not the stag. Fourthly, which is probably the main reason, Jay’s just sitting there watching the film. She’s not giving out any signs that she’s up for it.”

We both looked at the lads scattered around the room watching the film. A few of them were rubbing their cocks through their trousers but very discretely, trying not to be noticed by their friends. A few of them were glancing over at Jay now and then but the main focus for all was the film. Manus and Sara looked over at us and give a small shrug of the shoulders. They also seemed a bit perplexed that nothing was happening.

Katy started to undo her blouse and then removed it followed by her skirt and slipped her shoes off until she was totally naked. Her tits were firm and the nipples erect and the site of them and her gorgeous bald, smooth small cunt made my cock stat to twitch.

“She needs a prompt,” she whispered to me and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and walked over to Jay, swinging her arse as she went. She moved around to the front of Jay and I saw her hand Jay the bottle of water and then whisper something in Jays ear bending over as she did with her legs slightly apart. Katy’s hands were doing something to Jay but I couldn’t see what. All the lads saw whatever she was doing which broke their fixation on the film. They all leaned around to check out her arse and cunt when she bent over and started to smile and look at each other in disbelief. She then walked slowly back to me and I watched as every pair of eyes in the room followed her until she was behind the counter and putting her clothes back on again before turning back to Jay.

Once she was dressed, she leaned on the counter next to me and I whispered in her ear, “What did you say to her?”

“I told her that she needed to do something to get their attention otherwise they’ll leave. I pulled her top down and played with her nipples as I spoke to her. She’s now sat there with her tits out and on show. Let’s see what she does.” I could only see the back of Jays head as she unscrewed the bottle top and took a few sips of the cold water. Every pair of eyes was on her and she knew it. I could see some sort of arm movement from her and I assumed she was playing with her nipples.

A couple of the lads leaned around from where they sat to watch whatever Jay was doing, trying not to make it too obvious that they were doing so. I then saw her move up a bit and she slid her G-string off and threw it over her shoulder towards us. The lad’s eyes followed its path through the air before Katy put her hand up and quickly caught it. They watched Katy as she caught it and put it down her top, snuggled in those gorgeous tits.

Jay must have started masturbating as one arm movement indicated that she was rubbing up herself up and down slowly while the other seemed to be playing with her tits. A gangbang was showing on the screen; a woman with a cock in her arse was sucking another guy as another was reaching under and pinching her nipples. Jay seemed to be watching the film and wanking to it and this had certainly bought her to the attention of all in the room.

Katy took my hand and we walked around the counter and stood against the side wall level with Jay so we could watch whatever happened. Jay looked over briefly and then turned back to the screen. She had two fingers sliding in and out of her wet cunt, her other hand had moved down and was gently rubbing her clit and she started to breathe deeply as she wanked and watched a second cock going into the arse of the woman getting gangbanged. She started to look around at the lads in there and made eye contact with each one, making sure they were watching her. She opened her legs wider and sped her hand up and entered another finger. The lads were leaning forward and around the sofas from both sides and in front of her as she exhibited herself. None of them made any move to get up and go to her which, I imagined, was starting to frustrate her.

The stag, dressed only in the giant nappy and bib was watching her closely. He had turned right around from where he sat in front and to the side of her and made eye contact with her. Still keeping eye contact with him, Jay pulled her fingers out of her cunt and sucked each finger clean of her juices before pushing them back in and with her other hand, motioned him to come to her. He seemed hesitant but the other lads had seen this and said encouragingly, “Go on, Danny,” before the friend next to him pushed him of the sofa so he had to stand. He started to drunkenly laugh as he slowly walked over and stood in front of Jay, to the cheers and applause of his friends.

He stood over her with his hands on his hips. He seemed unsure what to do now he had moved over to her as commanded. Jay sat up and, moving her hands to either side of the nappy, pulled it down to his ankles revealing a very hard and quite big erection. The clapping and cheering from his friends increased when they saw this and got even louder when Jay gripped his cock and took it into her mouth. Keeping eye contact with him, she sucked on his helmet before leaning further forward and fed his entire length into her mouth and down to her throat.

You could have heard a pin drop. The lads had probably seen deep throating in a porn film but to see it in front of them, in real life, led to an instant silence. “Oh fuck!” one of his friends exclaimed as she started to bob her head back and forward showing the entire length sliding in and out of her mouth as she looked up at him. He put his hands on her head and started to move himself in and out of her mouth as she moved her hands around his arse cheeks and fed him into her. The lads were looking at each other in surprise as they watched their friend, he who would be walking down an aisle soon to marry, probably, a very pretty and loyal young girl, get a blow job in a porn cinema in front of everyone.

Jay stopped sucking, stood up and pulled her dress off becoming totally naked. She took his hand and led him to the futon where she laid down and opened her legs wide. He got down on his knees and buried his face into her cunt, licking and probing with his tongue and fingers while keeping himself hard with his other hand. Jay shut her eyes and started to pant, holding his head in place with one hand while pinching her nipples with the other as he licked, sucked, and nibbled her cunt lips and clit. He finger fucked her and started to concentrate on her clit with his tongue, flicking and rubbing it in circles as she started to respond with little yelps and jerking her hips.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck…OH FUCK!” Jay screamed as, out of nowhere, she suddenly came. Splashes of her juices hitting him on his face and hand as he mercilessly carried on the with finger banging and clit rubbing. Jay clamped his head and hands with her thighs, stopping him from moving as the orgasm swept through her before subsiding. She started to pant slower to get her breath back before slowly opening her legs and releasing him. The stag sat on the floor staring directly at Jay from between her parted legs. Jay wiped her hands over her face and looked down at him. He smiled back, still wanking his big cock and keeping it hard. His friends had given him a round of applause and he stood and gave a bow to them, earning a few cheers. He looked down at Jay and, I think, was about to walk away but stopped when Jay said,

“You haven’t finished yet.” She opened her legs wider and held her arms out to him. He ripped off the bib and stepped out of the nappy and in a flash was on her, his cock sliding into her as Jay let out a gasp as it reached its hilt, deep inside her. He started to fuck her, very quickly, in hard thrusts, his arse bouncing up and down as his cock sunk in then pulled out and back in again. His friends had now stood up and watched, not approaching them but watching and cheering him as he went. Jay clung on to his shoulders, panted and yelled as he fucked her but the pace was too quick. The alcohol and the situation around him all built up too much and he shouted, “FUCK…I’M GONNA CUM!” He pulled out of Jay and moved up to straddle her just as he came, wanking his load on Jays tits as she pushed them together, lines of cum hitting her in the big cleavage she had created. The lads all clapped as he emptied his load on her. Shouts of “Nice one, Danny,” and “Yes mate,” as he slowed his wanking until every last drop was on Jay.

Without a word, he slowly climbed off her and pulled the nappy on. He stood puffing to get his breath back before moving and leaning against the wall near where I and Katy stood. Kay went to the back of the counter then went up to Jay with some kitchen towel and a tub of wet wipes. She bent over Jay and mopped up the pool of cum settled there and threw them into a wastepaper bin. Jay took some of the wipes and wiped around her tits until they were clean of the stag’s cum. Katy took the used wipes and threw them in the same bin. She looked down at Jay and quietly asked, “Okay?”

Jay nodded and smiled at her then looked at the other lads who had all sat down again, the entertainment over. Seeing this her smile went and she looked up at Katy with a frustrated frown. I think she expected the others to join in afterwards but they had sat down again. Katy looked around and realised what was wrong. Jay sat up and Katy sat next to her and looked at the lads. They were occasionally looking at the girls but had started to watch the gangbang on the screen again.

Katy held Jay’s hand then loudly said to the lads, “Your friend, Danny is it?” The lads nodded, confirming his name as she continued. “Danny has got a big cock.” They all laughed and looked at Danny, who looked knackered and had slid down the wall and sat on the floor. The alcohol and quick fuck sapping his energy.

“It’s an impressive cock,” Katy continued. “But does anyone among you have a bigger one?”

They burst into laughter at this question. The alcohol making them a bit braver as most of them answered, “Yeah me,” or ”Mines fucking huge,” or “I’m hung like a fucking whale.”

Katy laughed at the brazen statements and then said with a straight face, “Prove it.”

The laughter died and they all looked around at each other, some embarrassed, others acting cocky, parting their hands as if their cock was like a big fish having been caught.

“All of you. Prove it.” Katy said standing and removing her blouse and slipping her skirt off. “Clothes off guys. The biggest gets to fuck her first,” she indicated with her thumb to Jay, still sitting naked on the bed. “The smallest last.”

“That’ll be you, Tubs,” someone shouted which was followed by laughter from the group, the insult aimed at the small fat lad who was sat at the back, trying not to be noticed. None of the lads moved though.

“I’m serious guys.” Katy continued. “You all claim to have some very big cocks, so prove it. Come on.” A couple of the lads decided to act macho and started to undress. They got naked and stood where they had undressed, hands on their hips as if proud to show their bodies and bravado. The others hesitated and then followed suit, dropping their clothes on the floor, and standing by the seats. All apart from the one known as Tubs, who slunk to the very back and sat in the corner, hoping to go unnoticed.

“Line up,” Katy ordered, indicating with her hand that they should stand in a line in front of the futon before her and Jay which they all did. A couple of them held their hands in front of their cocks, the others hands on hips or to their sides. All of the cocks were limp and were of different lengths and girth; some were circumcised, most not. Jay and Katy ran their eyes along the line of the six men stood before them. “Not bad,” Katy said as she put her arm around Jay. “But we want to see them hard. Let’s do something about that.” She leaned in and kissed Jay, open mouthed, tongue going into Jay’s mouth to be met by hers. Jay reached up and squeezed Katy’s tits while Katy reached down and started stroking Jay’s cunt lips and entered a finger, making Jay pull her mouth away and gasp.

The lads were now getting braver in front of each other and had started to rub their cocks watching the girls as they rubbed together each other’s tongues out of their mouths and Katy entered another finger into Jay. Jay pinched Katy’s nipples making her moan against Jay’s tongue as Katy finger fucked her while Jay opened her legs wider to allow the lads to watch clearly the actions of the fingers going in and out as her cunt got wetter and wetter. Katy then pulled away, turned and faced the lads who were all stood before them with cocks fully erect and being rubbed to keep them so.

“Which one do you think?” Katy asked Jay as they both looked up and down the line. Jay looked from left to right and settled on a guy stood at the end. He clearly had the largest cock, but not the thickest. “Him,” she said.

“Good choice,” Katy said standing and picking up her clothes. She went up to the lad, gripped the big cock and said in a loud and clear voice, “Off you go then. Fuck her.” The lad moved towards Jay who sat up and took him in immediately into her mouth, holding on to his arse to pull him into her. Katy went to walk away but went and stood in front of the lads and said, “By the way, you can all fuck her,” and then holding her hand to the side of her mouth as if to impart a secret she said in a loud exaggerated whisper, “ she also loves anal, and that.” She pointed to the screen where a girl was getting DP’d. The lads looked at each other, gave a bit of a drunken laugh then headed to where Jay was deep throating their friend.

Katy stood next to me and got dressed before asking me, “Was it okay to say that?”

“Yes, that’s absolutely fine. She’s never done that though.” I said nodding towards the girl with a cock in her arse, cunt, and mouth on screen.

“Well, there’s a first time for everything.” Katy replied and led me by the hand behind the counter where she poured us both a coffee. We leaned with our elbows on the counter watching what was happening to Jay. Manus and Sara were watching closely too, checking that she wasn’t in any distressed with what was being done to her.

Jay was now flat on her back, legs opened wide with the lad fucking her and two others with their cocks either side of her mouth which she alternated between sucking them while panting as the cock thrust into her. Other hands were on her tits and on their own cocks, rubbing and waiting their turn. The disadvantage of an excess of alcohol is the short time it takes to cum. The lad had only been fucking her for five minutes before he started to shout, “YES, YES!” and moved out of her and shot his load over her stomach. He slowed his hand on his cock and shook the last drops on to her and moved off her to be immediately replaced by another who slid his cock into her and held her legs up high as he plunged quickly into her, fast thrusts thumping hard into her. Two of the lads grabbed her feet and held them up and wide allowing the lad fucking her to get a better rhythm with plunging deep into her. Jay still sucked any cock offered to her from all sides and occasionally screamed as someone got a bit rough on a nipple by either pinching too hard or by biting too hard.

The lad fucking her stopped and withdrew, allowing Jay the chance to grab some wet-wipes and wipe the cum off her stomach. Having discarded the wipes, Jay turned over and got on all fours. The lad got his cock back into her and held her hips for leverage as he pumped away at her. A lad was knelt in front of Jay holding her head as he face fucked her, his cock sliding easily down into her mouth and throat and the look on his face revealed that the experience was something he had never had before. He moved out to be replaced by another and then a few minutes later another. The lads alternated fucking her mouth moving to the side to allow the next person in.

The lad fucking Jay moved his finger to her arsehole and started to probe with his tip. Jay moaned through the cock in her mouth, removed it and said to the lad in her cunt, “No, use lube.”

Katy heard this and took a tube down to the guys. She stood next to Jay, indicated to the lad fucking Jay to stop, reached down, and parting her arse cheeks, and squeezed a thick globule on to Jay’s arsehole. Katy gently pushed her own fingertip coated in lube slowly into Jays arse up to the last knuckle and then slowly removed it, squeezed more lube on the hole before it retracted back to its normal size then entered her finger again and slowly started to finger fuck her, pushing lube in with each plunge into her arse. A lad reached around and grabbed Katy’s tits as she did this but she ignored him, adding another finger slowly alongside the finger in Jays arse and moving both in and out, adding more lube with each stroke.

Katy moved her hand out and wiped it with a wet wipe before backing away from the groping hands and returning to me behind the counter. The lad fucking Jay removed his cock and lined it to her puckered and glistening arsehole. He slowly pushed the helmet against the small opening and forced it in; stretching it around the helmet and making Jay gasp and hold her breath as she prepared to receive it, gripping on to the futon as it slid slowly in until the lad’s balls were tight against her arse cheeks. He started with slow movements making Jay pant and give comments of encouragement, telling him to ‘go deeper,’ ‘go faster,’ as he built up speed and started to fuck her faster and harder. Jay yelled with each hard thrust and she had to hold on tighter to prevent her from falling forward. The lad bunched up her hair and pulled her head back, really picking up a pace as he slammed into her. Jay’s legs started to shake and she let out a long yell as she came, shots of her ejaculate hitting the futon below her as she experienced her first anal orgasm. She shuddered and moaned long and low as her orgasm subsided and I thought her legs were going to give way

The excitement of fucking her arse and Jay cumming had built in the lad and he shouted, “YES, YES!” as he unloaded his cum deep into her arse, not slowing his strokes, keeping up the hard thumps as he filled her arse with his hot cum. He came to a stop, his eyes shut, enjoying the final piece of ecstasy as the last of his cum left him. He took a deep breath, slowly withdrew his cock and before Jay could move and her arsehole shrink, another cock entered her arse, this one smaller but thicker. The lad didn’t mess about. He immediately started to fuck her hard and fast, the cock easily sliding in and out with the mixture of lube and cum already filling her. Jay was yelling, “YES, YES, PLEASE FUCK MY ARSE!” with her eyes tight shut and fingers turning white from the grip on the futon. This went on for a couple of minutes before she told him to stop. She slowly moved herself off the cock and indicated to one of the other lads to lie on the bed which he did so, hard cock waving in the air. Jay moved herself over him and lowered her cunt slowly on to the cock, placing her hands by the lads head. She moved up and down a few times then looked back at the lad who had been fucking her are and said, “What are you waiting for?”

The lad moved forward and lined his cock back against her arsehole. He slowly fed it back into her which made her eyes widen and hold her breath as she felt the cock in her rubbing against the other cock through the thin layer separating cunt and arse. He slid in its full length and together with the lad underneath built up a rhythm of fucking her simultaneously. Jay screamed out, but not in pain. Both lads held her tight and fucked her hard and soon she had a cock in her mouth, completing the fantasy that she had probably been dreaming of happening.

“Go watch,” Katy said to me, indicating that I should go and sit with Manus and Sara to get a closer view. Manus was recording the action discretely on his phone and looking over, motioned for me to join them on the sofa. “Okay,” I replied to Katy. “Back in a bit.”

I went over and sat next to Manus and Sara and got a clearer view of Jay with three cocks inside her. All of which were keeping up a hard pace as they went in and out of her three holes. The lad underneath her then shouted, “Oh fuck!” as, without warning, he started to cum followed a split second later by the lad in her arse. They both groaned out lad as they emptied themselves into Jay and kept up the pace for a few more seconds until they were spent. Jay was puffing hard to get her breath back as the two lads gave each other a high five then allowed Jay to move off them and lie on her back, cum starting to slowly flow out of both holes.

Two lads were stood by the futon, both rubbing their hard cocks and waiting for Jay to recover before having their turn. They looked up at the screen and watched the action going on there while Jay started to dip her fingers in her cunt and bring them to her mouth, cum dripping on to her tits as she did so which she scooped up and swallowed, not wanting to miss any of it. She turned her head to the screen where a woman was getting DP’d except she was sat on the cock in her arse and leaning back on the guy while another held her legs open and was knelt over her, his cock pumping in and out of her cunt. Jay looked back at the guys and they looked back at her, some sort of unsaid communication indicated what followed. She moved to let one guy lie down and she moved over him and squatted down with her back to him, holding his cock to her arsehole as she let herself down and engulfed it fully into her arse. She didn’t flinch as it entered; the amount of lube and cum in her and the fact that her arse was still loosened allowed her to easily move up and down and fuck him. She leaned back and held her arms out to hold herself up by the lads head.

The other guy knelt forward and lifted her legs up high before lining his cock to her cunt and slowly pushing it in making Jay’s eyes open wide, not through shock but pleasure, a big smile coming over her as both cocks were in her up to their balls. The guy in her cunt did all the moving, the lad underneath being a bit restricted but the movement as he pumped into her moved her arse enough on the cock within that the look on the face on the lad underneath was enough to show his enjoyment.

The guy held her tight and fucked her faster and faster and Jay encouraged him on with little shouts of, “GO ON, DO IT, FUCKING DO IT!” as he plunged into her. Jay’s face started to change and she started to puff and moan louder and I knew a split second before it happened that she was cumming again. Jets of her juices squirted out and onto the lad fucking her. Her arms gave way and she fell back on the lad, firmly planted in her arse and she threw he head back and let out a long yell as she started to shudder as the orgasm swept through her. The lads didn’t stop fucking her, if anything, it made them try to fuck her harder as she went limp, her energy sapped by the intense orgasm.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and I saw Katy had joined us. She sat next to me and I happened to look towards the door of the cinema. Jason had arrived as was handing over drinks to two couples stood at the counter. There must have been about seven or eight men who had arrived while Jay was getting gangbanged and had silently watched without getting involved. The rest of the stag party were slumped around the sofas and chairs, watching their friends fucking Jay.

“All of a sudden it’s got busy. Nearly all the booths are full,” Katy said quietly, leaning very close to me. “Do you think Jay could handle more?” I looked over at Jay who looked done in. Her arms and legs seemed to be like jelly and she couldn’t hold herself up, the shock of the intense orgasm had depleted her and I bet she was hoping the lads would come soon. At that, the lad under her shouted, “”I can’t hold back much longer.” His friend fucking Jay above replied, “nor me.”

Jay put her hand up and panted, “Stop, stop. Finish on my face.” The lad stopped fucking her and Jay lifted herself off the cock in her arse and knelt on the bed. Both lads stood on the futon over her and tugged hard on their cocks, each lad starting to breathe faster as the cum in them started to make its way up their hard cocks. Jay put her head back, opened her mouth and shut her eyes just as both lads came over her face. Thick jets of cum hitting her open mouth, her nose, her cheeks, her closed eyelids, and hair. Jet after jet hit her and the lads groaned as they released their loads over her, gradually slowing their hand movements as they emptied themselves of all they had built up. They stopped and stood still getting their breath back before high-fiving again and climbing off the futon and reaching for their clothes.

The newcomers and a few of the stag party gave a round of applause to which the lads gave an exaggerated bow. Jay couldn’t open her eyes to see who was clapping so she waved in the general direction.

Katy went to jay and grabbed a wet wipe from the pot. She cleaned the cum away from around Jay’s eyelids allowing her to open her eyes and avoid the sting. Jay started running her fingers around her face and ran the cum into her mouth, gathering all she could and swallowing it down. She laughed as she did this and Katy joined in. Jay’s earlier frustration gone now she had achieved her gangbang.

Katy helped Jay off the bed and whispered something in her ear which Jay nodded to. I got up and went over to them and Katy told me she was taking Jay to the toilets to get her cleaned up and dressed. She took Jay’s arm and helped her out the room.

“That was fantastic,” Manus said as he and Sara stood up. “Just marvellous. When she watches it back, she’ll be impressed with herself.” Manus held the camera up to emphasise the fact he had recorded it all before putting it back in his pocket.

“She is so hot.” Sara said linking her arms through mine and Manus’s as we headed to the counter. “You must promise to let me have her all to myself for a couple of hours before the week is up.”

I laughed and replied, “I don’t think she’ll mind.” We ordered yet more coffee from Jason, including a cup each for the girls and leaned against the counter drinking it and watching the stag party slowly rising to their feet; one of them waking the stag who certainly looked the worst for wear. Suddenly one of them shouted to the far corner of the room, “Hey Tubs. You never got laid.” Which bought a round of laughter from the others in the group as they looked toward their friend who had kept out of the action and out of sight.

“It’s because he hasn’t got a cock,” one of the party shouted which bought more laughter from the group along with other spiteful comments including, “He’s a virgin, he wouldn’t know where to stick it,” “He’s too fat to even find it,” “He’d crush any tart who would ever let him near her.” The lad’s cruel banter continued for a bit and the poor lad stood silently taking it, looking down and embarrassed.

Sara drained her coffee, handed her bag to Manus and said, “That’s not right. Horrible bastards.” She walked out the room for a moment and I watched her walk to the booths, look along the line of them, come back and whisper something to Manus who left the room. She then marched up to the poor victim of his ‘so called friends,’ mocking. She took the jackets he was holding, threw them to the floor, grabbed his hand and dragged him towards the booths.

His friends watched this in silence, amazed that this blonde goddess was taking him away somewhere private. I slowly followed and saw her push him into the end booth, the only booth unoccupied. There was a mass exodus of bodies flying past me and we just caught sight of Sara shutting the door behind them. The lads looked up and down the booths, trying to find a way to watch. They all were all partitioned floor to ceiling with no gaps to allow any viewing from the corridor. All they could do was crowd around the door and listen. I stood close by and heard everything that went on.

In a voice loud enough for everyone to hear we heard Sara say to the lad with a very strong Dutch accent, “Take off my clothes…that’s it, now yours. Wow! You are fucking big! That cock is enormous.” There was a moment of silence before we heard her moaning with something in her mouth. “Mmm…mmm…mmm…wow, your cock is so big I can hardly fit it all in my mouth. Now lick me. Mmmm…that’s nice, now put some fingers in. That’s it, like that, now keep licking my clit. Oh, that’s perfect.”

There was a period of Sara puffing and panting before she let out a yell followed by a, “YES, OH MY GOD, YOUR TONGUE IS AMAZING!” There was banging on the side of the booth as, I assumed, Sara slapped her hand on it repeatedly through her orgasm. A few moments of silence followed before she said, “Now, bend me over and lick my arsehole. That’s it. Harder, harder, now stick your tongue in; mmm….that’s so nice. Now fuck me you big cocked bastard. Get that monster in…ME!” I assumed the lad must have slipped it in her as Sara started to shout and more banging on the sides of the booth commenced. “Harder, harder, HARDER…OH FUCK! I’M CUMMING AGAIN!” The banging got louder and all the lads outside and crowded up to the booth, their ears pinned against the door looked at each other with astonishment. After several minutes of banging and panting, Sara then shouted, “AAAH…OH FUCK. CUM IN ME, CUM IN ME…AHHHH. FILL ME WITH YOUR CUM!” The lads outside went quiet as the banging inside reached its peak. “OH MY FUCK! YOU HAVE COME SO MUCH. YOU ARE LIKE A HORSE WITH A BIG COCK TO MATCH,” Sara shouted before it went silent

The lads outside started clapping and stood up waiting for the friend who appeared through the door zipping up his flies. Pat’s on the back followed as the lad gained new respect amongst his peers. The group headed to the exit door and left; the stag being supported by two of his friends.

I looked in the booth and Sara was sat on a stool fully clothed, filing her nails with no evidence of anything happening. Manus opened the door next to her and laughed with Sara joining in.

“You didn’t fuck him, did you?” I asked amongst my own laughing at the realisation of the situation. “No,” Sara replied. “The poor lad. He said he didn’t want to lose his virginity this way. He wants to wait until he’s married. Very moralistic and I respect that.”

“And I needed to get in here to stop them seeing anything, just in case.” said Manus. “He’s a hero to his friends now though.” We walked down the corridor to where Katy and Jay were waiting outside the toilets ready to leave. Jay had cleaned herself up, run a brush through her hair and was dressed. We left the building and were relieved at the cool evening air.

Manus and Sara hailed a cab, promising to come to the hotel in the morning to meet Kylie to discuss the plan about the paintings, before kisses all round and they left.

Jay and Katy linked their arms through mine and we walked slowly down the street, then Jay said to me, “I’ve got a bone to pick with you.”

“Why?” I answered. “What have I done?”

“It’s what you haven’t done. You haven’t fucked Katy.” I looked at both of them. Jay nodding and Katy just smiling, looking slightly embarrassed.

“Jay held up her arm to a black cab which stopped. She opened the door and indicated Katy to get in which she did. Jay then turned to me and said, “That’s why she’s coming back with us. I’m going to have a nice long soak in the bath. You are going to fuck her brains out. Is that clear?”

I nodded and soon the cab had dropped us off at our hotel. Without saying anything, we took the lift up to our room and upon entering, Jay went into the bathroom and I heard the bath being filled. Katy and I stood around awkwardly. I had intended to fuck Katy at the Kenny’s but with everything going on with Jay; I never got around to doing anything about it. Jay came out and undressed, throwing her clothes in a pile on the floor.

“I’m going to be a while so take your time, there’s no rush.” Jay said as she went back into the bathroom and shut the door. I watched Katy as she placed her make up kit on the floor and stood to face me. She was so beautiful in that moment. One of the prettiest faces I had ever seen, smooth, natural blonde hair, despite her small size she had gorgeous long legs and her pert tits were poking inviting against her blouse, her nipples erect and ready. I moved towards her, held her face in my hands and gently kissed her.

To be continued in Part Ten. I fuck Katy and the next morning a plan is formed to retrieve Kylie’s paintings away from her evil stepfather.

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Clint contemplates marrying one of his sisters. He wants an incestous, legal harem. Will he get it?

Incestuous Harem’s Passion

(An Incestuous Harem Story)

Chapter Six: Sisters’ Naughty Roleplay

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

January 28th, 2027 – Detective Nelson Tucker

I strode into the Sacramento Superior Courthouse with my partner, Sunny Savage. She had a march to her step like she was going into battle. In a way we were, the battle to take down that bastard Clint Elliston. He thought his perverted ways could continue. To flout propriety. This investigation was getting bigger by the day.

Once we hit him, we could hit so many others. The administration of his college, other members of his family, and who knew who else would be swept up in our net. This was a major corruption case as well as sexual crimes.

At the metal detectors, we pulled our ID and badges, flashing them to the sheriff officer manning the security point. He nodded, opening the small gate that bypassed the metal detectors. We strode fast, heading up to Ed Thomas’s office. He was a senior prosecutor. Experienced and sharp.

The perfect guy to bury Clint.

My trench coat swept as we hustled down the halls. We reached the third-floor office and knocked. “Enter!”

Ed Thomas had a large office, his desk covered in paperwork. He had a table to the right, buried in more paperwork that looked like it was in the process of being assembled into a case. A young paralegal was there, moving things around, glancing at a checklist.

“Nelson,” Ed said, grinning at me. He had graying hair, his hairline retreating swiftly. “You salty old mutt, they still letting you run around.”

“Still bumpers that need chasing,” I said. “Got one that belongs to a real asshole.”

“Yes, yes, I have those notes around here,” he said, glancing at his desk.

“Got a big case going on?” I asked.

“That pollution case with Tyler Metalworks,” he said. “Goddamn nightmare of paperwork.” He chuckled. “Going to be interesting.” He glanced over at my partner. “She’s young.”

“You’re just old,” Sunny answered.

“Ain’t that the damned truth,” Ed said. “Well, let’s hear this warrant you need.”

“Just you here?” I asked as I took a seat at his desk. “I thought there was another prosecutor on the case.”

“She’s getting a massage,” he said. “You’re an hour early, right?” He glanced at his watch. “Thought we were meeting at noon.”

“Did I say that?” I frowned.

“Doesn’t matter,” Ed said. “I need a break from staring at all this bullshit. We’re in discovery, and as you can see, they buried us in paperwork.”

Sunny glanced at the stack of boxes, the type that held reams of paperwork, in the corner. She winced.

“Yeah.” Ed grinned. “They’re trying to hide something in all that mess. Can’t wait to find it and bury their asses.”

“We got a real prick that needs burying,” Sunny said. She opened up her satchel. “We have a sworn witness statement here.” She handed it over. “This woman puts Clint Elliston in a sexual encounter with his aunt nine months before she gave birth to her last child.”

“That’s the one with the three kids by some Canadian you can’t prove exists?” Ed asked, scanning the paperwork.

“Yep. Just get us the warrants, we’ll draw blood from Clint, Vicky Samuels, and her daughter Phoebe. We prove his daughter and that’s incontrovertible proof that Clint’s committed incest. Then we just have to start testing other children. Like his mother’s fourth child, Clinton Elliston III.”

“Wait, she has two sons named Clinton?” Ed said. “Jesus, not even trying to hide that, is he?”

“Nope. Then both his sisters, Zoey and Alicia, have three children with fathers we can’t track down. Further, we have a statement from another witness who saw Clint and Zoey having sex, and we have a photo where it’s possible he’s having sex with Alicia. Though it’s inconclusive.”

“Right, right, this is a mess,” he said. “But I’m not going to get a blood draw warrant.”

“What?” Sunny gasped. She leaned down. “We got the fucker, let’s get him.”

“We have a hearsay statement,” he said. “She didn’t see anything.”

“You know that’s bullshit,” I growled. “Hearsay’s allowed if it’s statements made by the principal that show them in a bad light. Don’t fuck around with me.”

“It’s slim. She says she never knew Clint. How do we know that it was him.”

“She picked him out of a photo lineup,” Sunny said. “Along with Pam Elliston and Melody Samuels. They were with him that day.”

Ed leaned back. “It’s still a bad idea to do this. If I get a blood draw warrant, the first thing he’ll do is have his lawyer do an immediate stay. He interned with Elisabet Reenburg. You know her. She’ll have us spending three or four months dealing with her motions and appeals. She’ll challenge this on so many grounds. She might even win. This will give Clint time to work with his friends. Get me more. Real proof that I can spring on him at once. Hard evidence that doesn’t require us alerting him until we’re ready to bury him.”

“Fine,” I growled, frustration rippling through me.

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January 29th, 2021 – Clinton “Clint” Elliston II

I held my two eldest daughters, both three-and-a-half-years-old, to my chest. Hikaru and Christie felt light as I cradled them in my arms, but they were groaning fast. They were my two daughters born from Pam and Melody. Hikaru was tuckered out from the long wait, but Christie seemed rested. She parted her hair around, a fine down of light-brown silk that fell about her face.

“We’re going to meet your new sister,” I said as marched down the hallway. “Doesn’t that sound fun.”

“Another one?” Christie asked. Her face blanched. “I want to be your only daughter, Daddy.”

“Well, don’t you have fun playing with Hikaru?”

“Me and Hikaru then,” she said, her words adorable.

“What about Amber?”

“She’s okay. But she’s young.”

I chuckled. “Not that much younger than you. And Cassandra or Reina?”

Christie’s face blanched. “They’re babies.”

“So babies are bad?” I asked her, arching an eyebrow.

She nodded her head.

“Mmm, but you’re their big sisters, which means you got to look out for them. You and Hikaru. That’s your job.”

“I don’t wanna have a job,” she said.

“A lot of people have that idea,” Melody said, walking at my side. A smile played on her lips.

“Some jobs are fun,” said Zoey. My big sister marched down the hallway. She was getting out of the stripper business. This summer, she was going into business with the Campo sisters. They were opening up a massage parlor. Women only. It sounded positively naughty.

I heartily approved.

“What about you, Amber?” Lee asked. “Do you want a job?”

My third oldest daughter, Amber, tottered after her mother holding her hand. She was adorable in her pink frock, her dark-brown hair gathered in two small pigtails. She was sucking on her thumb. She popped it out and said, “No!”

“See, see!” said Christie. “I don’t want a job, Daddy. I want to play.”

“And you can play with your new sister,” I told her as we rounded the corner.

Christie’s little face twisted in disgust. “Not if she’s a baby. They’re boring. They just cry and sleep and poop.”

“I remember when you were a baby,” Melody said. “That does sound right.”

Alicia giggled. She was carrying one of our children, our daughter Cassandra while her twin, little Aaron, stumbled on his stubby legs, holding Alicia’s hand. My youngest sister still looked adorable, but her schoolgirl look was muted now. She had graduated from college, growing up. But she would always be my little princess even if she couldn’t quite pull off that adorable look any longer.

“Here we are,” Mom said. She had come to get us. She had been in there with Aunt Vicky while she was giving birth to my daughter. She was holding our son, Clinton III. He was sleeping in her arms, holding her tight. My firstborn son. I hoped he would be my heir.

I wonder how many sisters he would have in his harem. If I had my way, he wouldn’t have to hide the fact that he was loving all his sisters. He would be open about it, leading the submissive ones around by leashes, marrying the ones he fell in love with.

I just hoped he left a few for his old man to enjoy when they turned eighteen.

Mrs. Hiragawa held my now second-youngest child. Reina was six months old, cradled in her arms sleeping. Pam’s mother looked so radiant holding our daughter. She was an amazing mother. All my women were great mothers.

All save Zoey.

When would she let me breed her? She wasn’t my girlfriend or my princess or my sex slave. She was my fuck buddy. I couldn’t order her to be bred like I did with Aunt Vicky, and she seemed to have no interest in it, much to her girlfriend Stefani’s chagrin. They walked holding hands.

Mom shouldered open the door to the maternity room and revealed Aunt Vicky on her hospital bed. She looked exhausted and yet radiant. She was nursing our daughter Phoebe. The look of motherly delight on her face was incredible to see. Christie leaned forward. Hikaru stirred on my other side and looked up. She rubbed at her sleepy eye and then gasped.

“A baby, Daddy!” she said, twisting in my arm.

“That’s your new sister. She’s Phoebe,” I said, this feeling of awe falling on me that I always felt when meeting one of my children for the first time. A tingle raced through me as I came to the bed. My sex slave looked up and had shiny eyes.

“Isn’t she beautiful, Master?” she asked. “She’s a hungry one. Takes after her father.”

I smiled.

Clinton stirred. He lifted his head from my mother’s shoulder and had this serious look on his face. At two, he was rebelling more and more at being held by my mom. He squirmed in her arms and then glanced down at his sister. He stared at her and I wondered what he was thinking.

Would Phoebe be one of his women one day?

“Makes you think, huh?” Stefani said, nudging Zoey. “About our own.”

“I’m good,” Zoey said. “Nothing stopping you.”

“I don’t want to go through that on my own. We’re doing it together, Yunie.”

“Daddy,” Christie said, squirming, “how can Phoebe be your daughter if you’re not married to Aunt Vicky. Can’t only married people have babies.”

“I’m not married to your mother, am I?” I asked her. “And we had you.”

Her brow furrowed. This look of confusion crossed her face. “You’re not married to them? Don’t you love Mommy and Mommy Pam?”

“Of course I love them,” I said, the words prickling at my thoughts. “It’s complicated, honey.”

“That’s a big word.”

“Yep.”

I found myself stepping back from the bed and allowing my women to sweep in around Aunt Vicky. Lee picked up Amber so she could see better. The sight pushed down my daughter’s words. I held the two girls and smiled at my family around me. This was something worth fighting for. Worth changing the world so we didn’t have to lie about anything.

Then I could marry all my women, especially the two I loved the most. Incest and bigamy. Why did the world have to think this was wrong? Who cared who I loved? I wasn’t forcing my sisters. They were all consenting.

Why couldn’t we be allowed to make it official?

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Vicky Samuels

I shuddered as everyone surrounded me. The last time I had a child, the family was smaller. Clint had looked much like Clinton, the same age as him, and my Master had been held in my sister’s arms. Clinton even had that same serious expression Clint had at two. Back then, the first Clint, the man whom I still love and whom I missed, held Melody and Zoey in his arms like my Master did now with his eldest daughters.

Bubbling joy shot through me as the children all began to babble, talking about their new little sister. Phoebe was such a delight. I was so glad to have one last daughter. I glanced at young Clinton and hoped he would be as good a big brother as my Master.

My Master had to succeed in legalizing incest. Our family was too beautiful to be considered illegal.

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Clinton “Clint” Elliston II

Christie’s words still echoed through my mind that evening. My mom was with Aunt Vicky, keeping her company, while the rest of us took the children home so they could get some sleep. I was feeling antsy, so I got out the rope.

Lee was always a delight to tie up. She kept herself limber and in great shape. She loved running, her body leaned and lovely. I went with a bright-red rope to contrast against her skin, a deep scarlet that would look beautiful.

“Ooh, yes, that’s tight, Master,” Lee cooed as I worked the knot.

Shibari, Japanese rope bondage, was a work of art. There were always new ways I discovered to wrap them about her body. Tonight, I had her legs bound at the ankles and then spread wide at the knees. They were thrust over her head. Her arms behind her and bound down her back. I wrapped the ropes around her breasts, squeezing them tight, and had two going around her pussy lips, pulling them open and revealing her pink depths. Her juices dribbled out of her as I worked.

“I like this pattern,” Pam said, smiling as I worked the braiding weave of rope up Lee’s back to finish up the binding. “And the legs being spread wide. That’s a nice touch.”

“She’s going to be dripping pussy juices on us all night,” Melody said, this gleam in her eyes.

“I figured you’d like that,” I said, grinning at my blonde queen.

“Mmm, all night long,” said Lee with this happy contentment.

I didn’t know how she could sleep tied up, but she could. She was happily confined and dripping wet. It was amazing how different we could all be. We had the same father and our mothers were sisters. Melody and I were dominants, Lee was a masochist submissive, Alicia a pampered princess, and Zoey just liked having fun.

How would my children turn out?

“You’re ready,” I said, attaching the right part of the bondage thick hook dangling from a heavy-duty rope that was hung from an eye bolt sunk deep into the ceiling joist. It could hold three times Lee weight without issue.

I hauled her up, pulling on the rope, sliding her higher and higher. She gasped as she lifted off the bed. The rope creaked and swayed, turning slowly. She turned, her hair swaying around her face. She squirmed as she reached the peak. A naughty chandelier to dangle over us.

“How’s that?” I asked as I secured the end of the rope to another hook set in the wall with a bowline hitch.

“Just perfect, Master,” she said with a soft sigh. “Mmm, I feel amazing.”

“I bet you do,” I said. Already a drop of cunt cream fell onto the bed. “It’s not biting into you in any places. No tingling.”

“Circulation feels fine,” she said, wiggling her fingers and toes. “No pinched nerves.” She smiled at me. “Just a hot cunt and that wonderful abrasion all over my skin. Ooh, I’m going to be striped for days.”

“Good,” I said as she rotated around. I grabbed her head and turned her, I planted a hot kiss on her mouth. I plundered my tongue past her lips, dancing with hers.

Pam turned off the lights and then I pulled the covers back. I slid into the bed and my two women followed, Pam snuggling up on my left, Melody on my right. I stared up at Lee as she slowly creaked above, her eyes gleaming in the dim light coming through our bedroom window. The rope was almost black against her pale flesh.

“Phoebe was so cute,” said Pam. “Mmm, you make cute babies, Clint.”

“Wanting another one?” I asked.

“If we weren’t in graduate school,” she said. “But I do. When things are more settled. It would be nice to have a second one of your children.”

“More rugrats to run around the house,” said Melody, a big grin on her face.

“You can breed me whenever you want, Master,” Lee said. “Say the word, and I’ll stop taking the pill.”

“Or just forget again?” Melody asked slyly.

“I’m forgetful sometimes,” Lee said with that faux innocence.

“Furniture is supposed to be quiet,” I reminded her.

“Right, Master,” she said. “Sorry. I just like being bred. You could do it against my will. Just pin me down and ram that dick into me from behind and pump me full of your cum so I’ll be your pregnant slut that you—”

“Lee.”

“Right, sorry, Master,” she said.

“Maybe we should put a vibrator in her cunt,” said Melody.

“Then I won’t be able to sleep,” Pam said. “I’d have to hear that buzzing away all night.”

“Hmm,” I said, staring up at Lee. She slowly turned above us, creaking back and forth. The sound was comforting. The personification of domination. I studied Lee while Christie’s words echoed through my mind. They resonated again and again.

“Should we get married?” I asked my two women.

“Bigamy’s not legal yet,” Melody said. She pressed against me, her breasts round against my side. “I thought you wanted to wait until then.”

“Maybe…” I stared up at the ceiling. “I could marry one of you legally and both of you spiritually like Dad with our mothers.”

“So you’d be marrying Pam, huh?” Melody asked.

Pam stiffened beside me.

“I didn’t say it would be Pam,” I said carefully.

“She’s the one to marry though,” Melody said. “No rumors that she’s really your sister. No one outside the family has any idea about it. There would be no issues. I’m still your cousin. Might look weird to outsiders.”

“You’re not mad?” I asked, still studying Melody.

“No,” Melody purred and then she straddled my body. She rubbed her shaved pussy on my cock. She rubbed her snatch up and down my shaft. She slid up me. Her juices soaked me. “I get to be the mistress. Mmm, you can fuck me in public. Let people see you screwing someone that’s not your wife.”

“Are you going to make me into a cuckqueen?” Pam asked.

“A what?” I asked.

“You know, a female cuckold,” Pam said. “The one watching in the corner while the wife gets nailed, only it’s my husband nailing this trollop who’s enticing him with her beautiful body. And I just have to sit there in the corner, fingering my pussy, watching you drive your cock in and out of her pussy. You’ll fuck her so hard.”

“Oh, god, yes,” moaned Melody. “You have to marry her.” She ground her juicy pussy on my cock. She coated me in her cunt cream. She slid her snatch up and down my cock faster, her pussy felt amazing on me. Her clit rubbed pressed hard on me, this delicious bump. “Then I’ll fuck you. We’ll make her watch as I make you explode.”

“Oh, yes, yes, make him explode,” moaned Pam. She pulled away from me and boldly thrust her fingers between her thighs. Her round face twisted with pleasure. Her plump breasts jiggled. She slammed her digits deep into her cunt. “Fuck my husband. Ooh, give him all that pleasure.”

“Yes!” hissed Melody, squirming on me. She pressed into my chest, her breasts soft against me.

“This is hot,” whimpered Lee. “Wait, sorry, Master. I’ll be quiet.”

“So hot,” groaned Pam. “Slide that twat down my husband’s cock. Ooh, just engulf him with that slutty cunt!”

“Such a slutty cunt,” moaned Melody, her juice soaking me. I loved the feel of her nipples on my chest, the plumpness of her breasts. “I’m going to engulf your married cock in my pussy. I’m going to massage you. I’m going to slide up and down your cock. Ooh, you’re going to erupt in me. You’re going to explode in me.”

“Am I?” I asked. “Can you make me cum harder than my wife can?”

“God, yes!” Melody moaned. “Look at her. Mmm, she’s just so wet for you to fuck my pussy. She’s masturbating like the little cuckqueen she is.”

“Yes, yes, I just want to watch you fuck her, honey,” Pam whimpered.

Damn, this roleplay was getting hot. My sisters were delicious. I grabbed Melody’s ass. I squeezed her rump, my fingers digging into her tight ass. I slid her pussy up my cock, her breasts rubbing into my chest. Her labia slid against my shaft. Her clit brushed across the tip before her cuntlips nuzzled against the crown. She wiggled her hips, staring down at me.

Then she slid her pussy down my cock. She engulfed me with her incestuous twat. This incredible, silky heaven slid around my shaft. I groaned, my fingers gripping her asscheeks. I held her tight as she took more and more of my cock into her cunt. My half-sister took every inch of me.

“Ooh, yes, you’re fucking my husband now,” moaned Pam. “Look at you, just taking his cock like a nasty whore.”

“Mmm, but I’m the whore that’s fucking your husband,” panted Melody, her cunt clenching around my cock. “Ooh, he’s so big. Such a huge cock I get to fuck while you just get to watch.”

“Uh-huh,” Pam moaned, her fingers pumping in and out of her pussy.

I smiled at my Japanese sister, loving the lust reflected in her dark eyes. She was so gorgeous. All my women were. I groaned as Melody slid her pussy up my cock. She gripped me. She held me tight. Her snatch massaged me. Teased me. She undulated her hips, stirring her amazing twat around my cock.

There was nothing like being in the pussy of a woman related to you. Sister. Mother. Aunt. All delicious.

Her lips kissed at my cheek. She licked me with her hot tongue as she swiveled her hips. She stirred her incestuous passion around my aching cock. She slammed down my shaft, engulfing every inch of my dick. Her nipples rubbed against my chest. The pleasure surged through me, warming my balls.

She rocked on me, her ass flexing beneath my hand. Melody moaned and panted. She gripped me tight in her silky heaven. Her breasts rubbed into my chest as she worked her pussy up and down my cock. She gave me such bliss. She spilled pleasure through my body.

The rope creaked above.

I glanced up at Lee. I loved the sight of the rope bound about her body. The red cords were wrapped around her round breasts, squeezing them into jiggling mounds. She watched with lust in her eyes. A drop of pussy juices fell from her cunt, splashing on my hand.

“Oh, yes, yes, I’m going to make you explode in front of your wife,” purred Melody in my ear. “You’re going to fire all that juicy cum into me, aren’t you.”

“Yes!” I growled.

“Cum in her cunt, honey!” whimpered Pam. “Ooh, yes, yes, I love watching you. It’s so hot. Fire all that jizz into her.”

Melody moaned, rocking faster. I helped her, pulling on her ass and then slamming her down my cock. Her breasts massaged my chest, those hard nipples sliding over my skin. I loved the feel of her on me. Around me. My cock throbbed, the pressure building and building at the tip.

She was bringing me closer and closer to the point of eruption. To spurting into her juicy snatch. I would pump into her cunt. Just flood her with all my incestuous seed. Pam whimpered beside us. She bit her lower lip, both hands now between her thighs.

They were rubbing and fingering and pleasing herself. My Japanese half-sister groaned. Her eyes watched us with such lust. Her breasts trembled together. The wet plunge of her digits echoed beside us.

“Oh, damn,” I growled. “I’m going to fire so much jizz into her cunt, honey. I’m going to flood the slut with all my seed.”

“Do it!” she moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, do it, dear! Make me utterly into you cuckqueen!”

“Then I’m going to make you lick your husband’s cum out of my cunt!” Melody moaned, her pussy squeezing down around me.

“Yes!” Pam squealed and then she came.

It was a sight to witness. I couldn’t believe she was beating us to that moment of explosion. She bucked on the bed, her spine arching. Her breasts heaved and jiggled together. Both her hands rubbed feverishly at her cunt. She moaned and gasped.

Melody worked her pussy faster, her hips swiveling, stirring around my cock. She massaged me, whimpering as we both watched Pam writhe through her orgasm. My dick throbbed in Melody’s cunt. The pleasure built and built in my balls.

“Damn,” Lee muttered. “She’s getting off on that. I love it.”

“I know!” I growled. “Look at you, honey, just getting off on being my cuckqueen!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” howled Pam.

“Oh, god, I need you to cum in me!” moaned my half-sister. She slammed her pussy down my cock. “I need that jizz in me, stud!”

Her pussy went wild around my cock. That silky, delicious snatch spasmed around my shaft. Her snatch milked me. Sucked at me. I groaned, my balls tensing, bathed by the hot juices gushing out around my dick.

“Fuck!” I snarled and erupted.

My hot cum fired into my sister’s pussy. I basted her with my jizz. She squirmed atop me, her pussy writhing around my dick. Her delicious flesh milking me made every spurt of my seed send ecstasy slamming through me.

Stars burst through the darkness. I bucked beneath her, thrusting up and shifting her cumming pussy around my cock. Her hungry cunt worked on me. Eruptions of my jizz fired into her pussy. My spunk splashed into her pussy, soaking her in my cum.

“Oh, damn, yes,” I growled. “Make her lick your cum out of you. Make my wife lick you clean.”

“God, yes,” Melody moaned as her pussy wrung out the last of my cum.

My orgasm peaked and then died.

In a flash, Melody was sliding off of my cock. Her pussy popped off as she crawled off of me. She rolled Pam onto her back then pivoted. Melody threw her left leg over Pam and straddled her head. She sat up straight, pressing her pussy right onto Pam’s face.

“Lick out all your husband’s cum from my pussy!” moaned my blonde half-sister. “Oh, yes, yes, see how much he came in my cunt. Mmm, clean me up, you naughty cuckqueen!”

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Pam Hiragawa

I loved this fantasy.

My half-sister’s shaved twat ground on my face. She rubbed the hot folds of her pussy into my mouth while our brother’s cum poured out of her and into my mouth flavored by her sweet juices. They were incredible. I flicked my tongue out. I ran through her cuntlips, lapping, licking, and feasting on her.

They felt incredible against my tongue.

I fluttered my tongue up and down her slit. I danced through her folds. I caressed her. Teased her. I darted my tongue through that wonderful and juicy snatch. I feasted on her. It was incredible to do. Her cunt tasted just amazing. Hot spunk dribbled out of her and flooded into my mouth.

She ground her pussy on my lips. My tongue darted through the depths of her pussy. I flicked up his salty cum and her sweet cream. Her breasts jiggled above me. She grinned as she stared down at me.

“Mmm, yes, yes, see all that cum your husband fired into my twat?” she purred. “How much he loved my cunt.”

“Yes!” I moaned, this cuckqueen fantasy rippling through me. I was studying psychology and sexual paraphernalia. It was so exciting learning about the science behind kinky behavior that our family delved into.

I loved to watch, and this cuckqueen fantasy just fed on my voyeuristic delight while adding this strange, almost masochistic rush into it. This humiliation that only intensified my orgasm while I was masturbating. For a moment, it was like I was watching my husband being taken from me by another woman, witnessing the pleasure they shared.

I came so hard.

“He fired so much jizz into you,” I groaned. I fluttered my tongue up and down her slit. I licked at her. Lapped at her. I loved every moment of it. She rotated her hips. She ground her hot twat on me. She shuddered, smearing her pussy up and down my folds. “Feed it to me.”

“God, that’s hot to watch,” groaned Clint. “Fuck, just feed her all that jizz.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” moaned Melody. “Lick all that jizz out of me. Ooh, you’re just such a slutty cuckqueen. Feasting on your husband’s cum marinating in my pussy. He loved my cunt better.”

That sent another wicked thrill through me. I shuddered and thrust my tongue deep into her pussy. I was strangely submitting to this. It was such a delicious roleplay. My tongue darted through her folds, lapping at her, devouring every bit of cum out of my half-sister’s cunt.

The incestuous mix of their juices fed this wild hunger in me. I fluttered my tongue up and down. I swirled through them. They were gasping. Moaning. The bliss flowed through me. I wiggled my hips from side to side, my thighs rubbing tight, my pussy on fire.

It was so hot eating her.

My pussy was on fire. I needed a cock in me, but I was too busy licking her cunt to ask for it. I fluttered my tongue up and down her folds. I teased her. Licked her. I feasted on her while she moaned and squeezed her tits.

“Oh, yes, yes, you little cuckqueen!” moaned Melody. “Damn, that’s it. You’re getting me clean.”

“Just lapping all my cum out of you,” Clint said. “What a nasty, little wife she is.”

“Yes!” I squealed and bucked, wanting to marry my brother so much.

I slid my tongue through her folds, not finding any more of his cum. That was always the sad part of eating a creampie but it also meant I got the full enjoyment of eating my sister’s incestuous twat. Now I just had her sweet juices to enjoy.

They were wonderful.

I brushed her clit. Stroked her labia. My fingers, sticky with my cunt cream, grabbed her rump. I massaged her as she ground on me. She gasped and moaned, gripping the headboard as she ground on me. Lee panted above us, the ropes creaking.

“Damn,” growled Clint. “That’s it, just devour her. Feast on her, honey. I love it. Lick my mistress’s cunt clean!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” gasped Melody. “I’m cumming on your slut-wife’s mouth, stud! Oh, god, yes!”

Sweet cunt cream flooded my mouth. The hot cream gushed out of her. She flooded my mouth. Filled me up again and again. This was incredible. A rush to enjoy. My body bucked and trembled. The bliss rippled through me. My eyes fluttered as I licked up her pussy cream. I wiggled my hips from side to side, rubbing my thighs together.

My tongue kept stroking her, cleaning up all those wonderful juices. Her moans echoed through hour bedroom. Clint watched us with hungry eyes. I knew he would fuck one of us before we all fell into sleep.

Which one? His mistress or his wife?

This was such a naughty game.

“Oh, damn, that’s good,” she moaned. “Oh, yes, yes! I love it. Oh, my god, I love it so much! Just drink all my pussy cream!”

“So good!” grunted Clint.

He ripped Melody off of my face. She gasped as she landed on her back. He was kneeling. The top of his head brushed Lee’s thighs. If he rose his head up all the way, he could feast on her pussy while fucking us. It looked like he was going for Melody again.

I was the cuckqueen tonight. No cock for me, but that was okay. It was so hot getting to watch.

“Let me put it in, Honey,” I moaned and slid around. I straddled Melody, bringing my trimmed bush to her hungry lips. “Let me slide your cock into your mistress’s pussy. I know you love her cunt more than me.”

Clint’s head shot up. He had this look on his face. Concern. He met my gaze, and I could see he was about to ruin the fantasy by saying something wonderfully romantic. I smiled at him and winked. He relaxed, knowing it was just part of the game.

Tomorrow night, we’d be back to being his sister-lovers. His incestuous queens. Tonight, I was reveling in this fantasy.

I grabbed his cock, still wet from Melody’s pussy. As Melody slid her tongue through my cuntlips and sent such a wonderful wave of delight through me, I grabbed a pillow. I shoved it beneath her rump, forcing her to lift herself up with her legs.

“Now you have to fuck her asshole,” I moaned, pressing his cock past her pussy. I had to go by feel because I couldn’t see. I slid him past her taint, my hand caressing her skin. I felt the edge of her sphincter and knew he was on target. “You have to pound your whore in the asshole and cum hard. I know she’ll make you explode.”

“God, you’re such a loving wife,” Clint said, staring at me with hunger in his eyes.

I winked at him.

He rammed into Melody’s asshole. She moaned into my cunt. Her tongue fluttered through my depths. I gasped and arched my back. My head snapped up and I came face to face with the grinning, mischievous Lee. She licked her lips and arched her eyebrow at me.

I grabbed her head and kissed her hard on the lips. I thrust my tongue into my sister-slave mouth while grinding on our other’s sister’s lips. Lee whimpered, her tongue caressing mine. Melody groaned into my cunt. The bed rocked as my husband fucked her.

“Damn,” growled Clint. He thrust hard and fast. “What a view. You got a dripping pussy, slut. Just such a nasty cunt. I bet you could use some stimulation.”

Lee moaned into our kiss. The ropes creaked. Her entire body twitched, shifting her mouth against mine.

I held her head tight, kissing her as Clint devoured her cunt and fucked Melody’s asshole. The bed rocked as the four of us loved each other in our own perverted ways. Incest blazed between us, uniting us.

I rubbed my furred muff into Melody’s hungry tongue. I savored her exploring my twat. She feasted on me with that naughty tongue. I kept kissing Lee, savoring the sweetness of her mouth. The ropes creaked as she squirmed and ground her cunt on my face.

The slap of flesh on flesh echoed through our bedroom. Clint growled into Lee’s cunt. I bet he had his tongue thrust into her pussy like Melody’s was in me. Just swirling around, stimulating the little brat the way bliss was rushing through my body.

Only I could cum all I wanted.

I broke the kiss with Lee and stared into her brown eyes. “You wish you could cum, don’t you?”

“God, yes, Mistress Pam!” she moaned. “Ooh, Master’s got his tongue deep into my pussy.”

“Mmm, yes, yes, my husband is feasting on you while your sister is devouring me.”

“I hope she makes you cum so hard, Mistress Pam,” Lee groaned. “Oh, god, because Master is going to make her explode with his cock. He is fucking her so hard. Hear them?”

“Yes!” I gasped as that smack of flesh on flesh echoed through the room.

“Her asshole feels amazing, honey,” growled Clint. “And your pussy tastes delicious tonight, whore.”

“I’m so glad my nasty, slutty cunt is pleasing you, Master!” she moaned. “Eat me! Devour all my juices out of me while fucking Mistress Melody’s asshole!”

“God, he’s fucking me so hard!” whimpered Melody. “I’m going to explode on him. Ooh, yes, yes, ram that dick in me.”

She thrust her tongue back into my pussy. My pleasure built and built as my orgasm hurtled towards me. What a wonderful and wicked night. I was so glad to share this wild experience. I ground my cunt on Melody’s hungry face, the pressure building and building. I was moments from that explosion of rapture that would send me over the edge.

That delicious burst of ecstasy that would have me trembling and heaving. My breasts jiggled and swayed. My pussy ached. My cunt clenched around Melody’s probing tongue. My clit rubbed into her chin. As her lips moved, she massaged my bud.

“Fuck!” growled Clint. “I’m going to flood that tight asshole.”

“Oh, god, do it!” hissed my half-sister into my pussy. “Shit!”

Melody bucked beneath me, her turn to cum first. She moaned into my twat. Her passion vibrated around my pussy lips. Then she latched on my clit. I gasped and kissed Lee hard. I squealed into her mouth as I came.

My pussy juices gushed out of me.

Waves of rapture washed through my body.

The pleasure flowing through me had me shuddering and groaning. Stars burst across my vision. I wiggled my hips from side to side, feeding Melody all my cunt cream. Lee whimpered into my lips, shuddering and twitching.

Fighting the orgasm she couldn’t have without Clint’s permission. She wasn’t like Melody and me.

“God fucking damn, yes!” growled Clint. “Take it, Melody!”

“Oh, I love it when you flood me!” gasped Melody.

I broke my kiss with Lee to howl, “Me, too! Oh, my god, you’re making her feel so good, Clint! Trust me!”

“I do!” he growled.

I shuddered, dizzy on this pleasure. My rapture carried me to this wonderful height. I hung there, Melody licking at my cunt while my mind whirled. I had to write a paper on this. The Psychology of the Cuckqueen. There wasn’t much research into it.

I loved my family. They inspired me.

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Clinton “Clint” Elliston II

As my women snuggled up to me, I stared up at Lee. Was it time to actually marry my women? We were still in graduate school. But it would be great to do it. To make it official. It had to be at the right time. The right place. I wanted to marry them both, but I was moving into a new world. Through the Reenburgs, I was meeting more and more of the powerful people of California.

Discreetly, some of them were indulging in incest. One of them had even let his daughter get trained by Mrs. Umayyah. He now had his own slut daughter to please him. He would be a useful man to have in my pocket.

But more work needed to be done.

Sleep was a long time in coming as I stared up at Lee bound and dreaming above me, her face twitching.

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September 13th, 2021 – Leann “Lee” Samuels

I liked my new job. Master was right to make me work at the Campo sister’s massage parlor. Those two naughty dykes, Zoey, and Stefani were having so much fun teasing their clients and driving them wild. Sometimes I got to play.

But most of the time I had to suffer in the reception area, not getting to have any of the fun while knowing they were giving their female customers “happy ending” massages. It made me squirm and shudder. I bit my lower lip as the vibrator churned away inside of me.

Master was playing with the settings. He was at college, probably bored for a moment and wanting some fun. He could even be watching me on the security cameras. He had access to them on his phone through a simple app.

I glanced at the one in the corner and smiled.

DING!

I shivered and then glanced at my computer, seeing what was coming up. There was a messenger app opened. My mom had sent me a massage, asking if Clint had turned on my vibrator, too. We were both suffering together.

She was off maternity leave and back teaching college history. Phoebe was eight months old and just so adorable. All the children were growing up so fast. I squirmed on the chair, the vibrator humming away driving me nuts.

I would be a good girl. I wouldn’t cum. Not one bit. I would save up all this sexual energy. When Master slid his cock into me and said those magic words, I would explode on his dick. I would orgasm so hard I’d black out.

It would be wonderful.

The front door opened, chiming the bell. I looked up and smiled to see a Hispanic woman walking in. She was middle-aged but took care of herself. A delicious MILF with a rocking body in a business skirt suit and a ruffled blouse. Her skin had a delicious, golden-tan hue to it, her black hair pulled back in a sexy bun.

“Welcome to the Lady’s Touch Massage Parlor,” I purred. “You must be new. I’m Lee, the receptionist, and I’ll take care of you.”

“Oh, yeah, my friend, Olivia Wright, recommended this place. She told me it would help me relax.” The Hispanic woman played with her wedding ring with a nervous tick.

“Marital problems?” I asked.

“Not for long,” she muttered. “But, you know, it’s so stressful bringing it to a close. I could really, really use a massage.”

“Well, what did Olivia say about our service?” I asked. I knew Olivia. She was one of our very first customers. She had a sexy daughter. The pair both enjoyed having a “couples” massage that always ended up with mother and daughter pleasing each other.

“Just that your masseuses were skilled at helping a woman relax,” she said. “That this is a special place.”

“Well, it is,” I said. “We only take on female customers, so we’re skilled in what you need.” I glanced at my schedule. “Juana is free. We have some options, including the full relaxation package. Or you can have a nuru massage or a soap massage.” I smiled at her. “That’s where the masseuse uses her body covered in soap or this wonderful nuru gel that makes her quite slippery.”

“Her, uh, body?” the woman asked, looking shocked.

“It’s Japanese,” I said. “Very relaxing. And, of course, we have the vibrating massage.”

“What?” the woman asked, sounding almost scandalized.

“Yeah, we use a wand massager to run over your sore muscles and other problem areas,” I said, my cunt clenching on the vibrator humming away inside my pussy. “It’s sooooo relaxing on certain spots. You’ll love it.”

“Well, uh, sure,” she said. “I’ll take that one.”

“Okay,” I said, starting typing. “What’s your name?”

“Cruzita Gutiérrez.” She shifted her purse on her shoulder. “I need this bad.”

“Mmm, I know what you mean,” I panted, my pussy on fire. It was incredible holding off my orgasmic release. “But you’ll be in good hands here! Olivia is one of our favorite customers. She and her daughter come in all the time.”

I couldn’t wait to hear Cruzita moaning. I loved watching the video feeds of the massages.

To be continued…

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A married couple with all the money they could want seek out whatever pleasures they desire. If this is popular, more will follow.

Yellow sunlight seeped through the thin curtains as Miriam Hargreaves sat at the antique vanity table in the corner of the grand bedroom, delicately applying her make-up. Wrapped in a fluffy bath robe and with her long, chestnut hair still wet from the shower, she applied the make-up deliberately and precisely. She was tall and slim, her skin immaculately bronzed, and with a thin, pointed face that was beautiful but stern. As she dusted the blusher so carefully on her pronounced cheek-bones, she could hear her mother’s voice in her head; “One must not only be wealthy, one must also be seen to be wealthy”. It was a mantra that Miriam had lived her life by; the collection of cosmetics arranged neatly on the vanity table was worth hundreds of pounds, and she took great care every morning to make herself look like the wealthy woman she was.

From behind her she heard the sound of her husband, George, stirring in their lavish four-poster bed. “Good morning, Darling” she said matter-of-factly, without turning from the mirror. “Morning” he replied. Miriam finished applying the blusher and glanced around at her husband as she reached for the next pot. At 46, George was a full decade her senior, but he was still reasonably handsome. He was tall and fairly muscular, even if he did have a bit of a paunch starting to develop. His short, black hair and the stubble that covered his hard jaw were flecked with silver, giving him a distinguished look that Miriam found oddly sexy. As he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, she noticed the five inch tent that he was pitching under the silk sheets. “And don’t go asking me to deal with that for you; I need to get dressed” She told him sharply before turning back to her mirror. “What’s on the agenda for today, darling?” she asked. “Oh the usual bollocks; meetings with various arseholes, et cetera. You?”
“Nothing that would interest you, dear” she said in as sweet a voice as she could manage this early in the morning.

George huffed at the prospect of having to get up, then threw back the covers and heaved himself out of bed. Miriam watched him in her mirror as he padded naked into the en-suite. He closed the door behind him and a few moments later came the echoing whoosh of him pissing. Miriam rolled her eyes and decided that his refusal to piss against the porcelain must be due to some pre-historic territorial instinct to piss loudly and intimidate rival males. Men, she thought. The whoosh soon turned into a trickle and eventually stopped altogether, to be replaced by the roar of the shower and the sound of George humming some non-descript tune. A few minutes later he emerged, towelling himself off. He threw the towel over the radiator, where hers was already drying, and grabbed a crisp white shirt from the mahogany wardrobe.

Miriam was just applying her mascara when George’s frustrated voice came from behind her; “Oh for fuck’s sake, it’s just not going anywhere”. She twisted round in her seat, annoyed at having to pause mid-way through her task, and saw George standing in front of her in his white shirt with the top button open, naked from the waist down. His hands were on his hips and he was looking down at his still obstinately erect cock. “It just won’t go down love,” he re-iterated, “can’t do anything ‘till this is dealt with”. She stared at his engorged, jutting member and sighed. “Fine,” she said in an exhausted tone “sit down”. George lowered himself into the beige armchair in the opposite corner of the room as Miriam got up and pulled the velvet cord that hung from the ceiling next to the bed. Somewhere far off in the house, a bell rang. The ringing was quickly followed by footsteps on the stairs and then in came Bridget, the maid.

Bridget curtsied as she entered, and said in a high, chirpy voice; “You rang, Ma’am?” Bridget was in her mid-twenties and she was pretty. Her bleached blonde hair was cut short, with a sloping fringe, and there was a certain Scandinavian flavour to her friendly face. She was a whole head shorter than Miriam, and she was curvaceous, bordering on plump, with full hips and big breasts. She wore her maid’s uniform; the simple, short black dress with its white collar and pinafore. “Yes, Bridget. Mr Hargreaves is in need of some relief,” she said, casually waving a hand towards her husband “if you would be so kind”. Bridget turned to see George, whom she had not noticed upon entering the room, reclining impatiently in the arm chair, his blushing cock still stood at attention. “Yes, Ma’am” said Bridget, nodding obediently to her mistress. She closed the bedroom door behind her and walked over to where George sat and, sinking gracefully to her knees between his open legs, she calmly took him in her mouth. As her husband’s cock was unquestioningly sucked by the pretty young maid, Miriam went back to finishing her mascara. She listened to the rhythmic slurping and to George’s heavy breathing and occasional grunts of approval, sometimes looking behind her in the mirror to watch Bridget’s little blonde head dutifully bobbing up and down in George’s lap.

George bit his lip and grinned. Sat in this chair, legs apart and arms resting on the chair’s arms, he felt like a king, and he watched contentedly as the little servant girl paid homage to his cock. With her right hand, Bridget gripped the base of his shaft firmly; holding it steady as her lips formed a tight seal around him and slid up and down the length of his throbbing cock, leaving a thick layer of glistening saliva behind them. With her left hand she cupped his balls, massaging them gently. Bridget kept her eyes shut as she sucked him, focussing on her own movements and on the responses of the hot slab of flesh that filled her mouth. Mr Hargreaves’ taste was familiar; she had done this many times before and knew just how to get him off quickly. She made no effort to draw out the pleasure by putting on a show or teasing him. This was precisely what Mrs Hargreaves had said it was; relief, nothing more. She felt his pulse quickening, saw his hands gripping the arms of the chair, and knew that he was close. Withdrawing her head slightly, so that only the head of his cock was still held in her mouth, she began to pump him hard and fast with her hand, her saliva making him nice and slippery. She squeezed his balls firmly, felt his legs twitching and braced herself for the oncoming rush. With a loud gasp, he came; unloading his pent up cum into Bridget’s mouth. The hot stickiness that was at once creamy, salty and oddly soapy coated her tongue and filled her mouth. She kept her lips wrapped around his head, her hand slowly and deliberately milking the last drops of cum out of him until finally his cock stopped twitching and began to soften. Bridget broke away, sat back on her calves, and gulped down her hot, white mouthful.

Miriam heard her George climax just as she put the finishing touches to her make-up. She stood up and threw her bath robe on to the bed, revealing her lithe body, small breasts and the artfully sculpted strip of pubic hair between her legs. Then, completely naked, she sat down again on the low, cushioned seat in front of the vanity table and began pulling on a pair of stockings. She looked at Bridget who knelt, panting, at George’s feet, head down. “If you’re quite done, Bridget,” she said with cool authority “there are towels on the radiator which need washing, and bring some coffee up as well”. Bridget quickly got to her feet, brushed off her dress and nodded politely. “Yes, Ma’am. Right away, Ma’am.” A drop of cum had escaped her mouth and left a translucent trail down her chin. Miriam didn’t know whether Bridget realised it was there or not; either, way she ignored it as she grabbed the towels from the radiator and quickly bustled out of the room. George exhaled contentedly, then got up from the chair, stretched, and carried on getting dressed. “How was she, darling?” asked Miriam as if she was asking about nothing more exciting than the weather. “Outstanding, as always” George replied just as casually “Very thorough”. Miriam smiled as she pulled on a pair of expensive lace panties. The display had made her quite horny and she could feel a growing wetness between her legs. No time to deal with it this morning of course, but she knew that after work she might well have to put Bridget to work again. She had been irritable lately. She was in need of a good servicing and, as George had rightly said; Bridget was so very, very thorough.

…

George and Miriam had been married for almost eight years. She was a high flying corporate lawyer in one of the top city firms, he had accumulated a great deal of money working as a stockbroker and both came from exceedingly wealthy families, so they had always been an extremely rich couple. Five years ago they had abandoned their magnificent penthouse apartment in London and moved to this mansion in the suburbs and now commuted into the city for work.

Both Miriam and her husband had very powerful sex drives, and very early on in their relationship it had become abundantly clear that neither of them was enough, on their own, to satisfy the other’s libido. That is not to say that the sex they had wasn’t good; quite the contrary. They had always loved each other deeply, and when their two ambitious, domineering, take-no-bullshit personalities had come together, the sexual chemistry between them was palpable and their lovemaking was intense, passionate and aggressive and never seemed to grow stale. It was just that they both loved variety in their sex lives and when they wanted sex they wanted it right then and there; two factors which were hardly conducive to a mutually enjoyable, monogamous relationship. Thankfully though, this was never a problem for them. Being wealthy gives one a certain pragmatism from a young age, and this combined with their business backgrounds and straight-to-the-point personalities meant that both immediately recognised the logic and attraction that an open relationship held. George would often summon escorts to the apartment while Miriam was there, Miriam would pick up young studs in bars of a weekend, at work they fucked secretaries, colleagues and even clients when the mood took them, and together they would host and attend swingers’ parties, visit sex clubs, dungeons and even brothels, and enjoy all manner of perverse, exciting and frowned-upon pass-times. They we rich enough that nothing was off limits, and horny enough to try it all.

They knew as soon as they moved to the new house that they would need a full-time maid to deal with the cooking and cleaning, but it wasn’t until a year ago that they had hit upon the idea to combine the post with that of a live-in sex servant; someone who could take care of domestic matters, but who also wouldn’t hesitate to service them sexually when called upon. After their old maid had stormed out, threatening all manner of law suits following a rather indelicate propositioning by George, for which they had had to pay a sizeable settlement in exchange for her silence, they began advertising for the position. When you’re rich enough, people can track down anything for you, and within a few weeks they had a handful of applicants. The first two girls they interviewed were not what they were after; neither had quite understood the subtext of the advertisement they had answered and both had become squeamish when the interview took a turn for the explicit. The interviews all took place in the living room, and after a discussion of domestic duties, Miriam had explained to them very frankly what they were really wanted for and then instructed them to suck George’s cock. The first girl had flushed red, stammered an embarrassed apology and made a speedy exit. The second, a shy, nineteen year old Japanese girl, had looked like a rabbit in the headlights when she was given that order. She was shaking like a leaf as she tentatively put her lips around George’s swollen head. She held it there for three seconds before she burst into tears and started wailing about having dishonoured her family. While a frustrated George went to finish himself off, Miriam calmed her down, gave her a cup of tea and sent her on her way with the promise of discretion.

The third girl they interviewed had been Bridget. No problems of interpretation there; she knew exactly what she was applying for and she had astounded them both by going down on George immediately and with gusto, and then going on to strip completely naked and shamelessly and energetically ride George’s cock right there on the sofa while Miriam watched intently. They had offered her the job on the spot, before she had even had a chance to get dressed. Now Bridget had been living with them for just under six months, and had earned every penny of the generous salary she received. Her cooking was excellent, her cleaning thorough, and she had shown herself to be skilful, versatile and enthusiastic in the bedroom. Whatever was asked of her, she was always willing, able and cheerful. Both Miriam and George agreed; she was one of the smartest investments they had ever made.

…

The day proved to be as long and dull as Miriam had expected. Tedious client meetings, a constant stream of irritating emails and all day long the thought of obedient little Bridget distracting her from her work. Nothing made it harder to get on with things than being horny in the office, and at one point it was all she could do not to rush to the ladies’ room, lock herself in a cubicle and quickly rub one out. She arrived home that night at about half nine. She and George ate, then he went back to his study to finish off some work while Miriam went upstairs. She gratefully pulled off her work clothes, leaving them in a crumpled trail across her bedroom to the en suite. In front of the bathroom mirror, she pulled the clips from her hair, untying the tight bun and shaking it loose. She grabbed a make-up wipe from the pack on the shelf below the mirror and diligently scoured the make-up from her face. That done, she left the bathroom and, with a sigh of relief, collapsed onto the bed. For a while she just lay there, luxuriating in the comfort of the bed and the relaxation of feeling completely natural and unencumbered. Then, as she sprawled naked on the sheets, her mind turned once more to Bridget. Almost unconsciously, her fingers strayed to her pussy; she was already getting wet. Lazily she circled her clit with her middle finger as she thought of Bridget pleasuring George so attentively that morning. She looked at the clock; 22:45. Bridget would have finished all of her chores at least half an hour ago. The house was still and silent. Now was the time.

Miriam got up and pulled on a black silk dressing gown that was hanging on the back of the door. It was a wonderfully elegant garment and Miriam loved the feel of the shimmering fabric against her bare skin. She belted the dressing gown around her waist and silently slipped out of the bedroom door and tip-toed across the landing and up the narrow flight of stairs to the top floor. She knew there was really no need for her to be so clandestine. She could have been as open as she wanted, but sneaking around like this was so much more exciting and made her feel so much naughtier. She reached the top floor landing; there were five rooms on this floor and the landing would have been pitch black if there wasn’t a light on in the last room on the left. Quietly she crossed the landing, turned the doorknob and went inside.

Bridget sat cross legged on her bed, a book open on her lap. She was dressed in a loose fitting pink vest top and white pyjama bottoms decorated with hearts, and was looking with some surprise at Miriam who had just entered her bedroom and now stood at the foot of the bed. Bridget’s single bed took up most of the space in the small room lit by the dim, yellow glow of a bedside lamp. “Is everything alright, Ma’am?” Bridget asked, putting the book to one side and uncrossing her legs so that she was now sat on the edge of the bed. Miriam didn’t say anything; she just walked around the bed to stand in front of Bridget. She smiled down, almost lovingly, at the maid as she smoothly pulled the silk cord around her waist and let the dressing gown fall to the floor. Miriam stood there, still smiling, resplendent in her nakedness. There wasn’t a part of her that wasn’t immaculately groomed; every inch of her long, thin body was beautifully, but not excessively, tanned. Her legs, arms and stomach were toned and her rich chestnut hair fell delicately to caress her small dark nipples that stood provocatively erect. Even her pubic hair was neatly trimmed into thin, elegant strip. Bridget’s bright blue eyes were wide as she took in the sight of her mistress’ body. “Ma’am, I …” but before she could finish the sentence, Miriam had straddled her and pressed her lips against the Bridget’s in an electrifying, passionate kiss. There were no tongues, but the intensity of it was wonderful. Miriam broke away and Bridget, still leaning back on her arms, was left reeling. Before she could say anything, Miriam had pressed a finger against her lips and, as she looked into Bridget’s deceptively innocent eyes, whispered “When we’re together like this, you call me Miriam”.

She pushed Bridget down onto the bed and kissed her again, voraciously, almost aggressively. Her skin tingled as Bridget’s hands explored her sides and then her hips and then further down to her buttocks. Then Bridget’s grip suddenly tightened and Miriam let out a startled squeal as she was abruptly flipped onto her back with Bridget lying on top of her, her look of innocent confusion replaced by a seductively impish grin. Miriam’s heart was racing and she bit her bottom lip and Bridget, kneeling between her legs as if the pair of them were locked in the missionary position, bent forward and, with excruciating slowness, dragged the tip of her tongue up from Miriam’s navel to between her breasts. She drew back slightly before extending her nimble tongue towards Miriam’s waiting nipple. Miriam vainly tried to hold back a moan as Bridget’s tongue circled and flicked across her nipple. Then she gasped as Bridget abruptly bit the nipple and an electric spark of pleasure blossomed through her. Bridget sat up, still smirking at the pleasure she was inflicting, and pulled the vest top up and over her head. Her magnificent breasts, lifted by the action, bounced as they fell free of the fabric; the immaculate, milky skin quivering for just a moment before settling. Miriam drank in the sight of Bridget’s breasts They were much larger than her own; round and full with big, pink nipples. Miriam could contain herself no longer. She sat up and eagerly fell upon Bridget’s chest. Greedily she suckled at Bridget’s ample bosom. The taste and smoothness of the skin beneath her tongue was intoxicating, and her thoughts began to blur as she kissed, licked, sucked and bit at the maid’s exquisite flesh. Her nipple was soft and malleable at first; a warm, supple bud that her questing mouth quickly enveloped. But as her swirling tongue began to explore, she felt it getting firmer and she began to use her teeth; gingerly at first, but then with increasing force, to be met with sounds of approval from Bridget who had been stroking her hair encouragingly. At the same time, Miriam fondled Bridget’s other breast with her left hand. She loved to cup the breast and feel its weight, to squeeze and feel that uncannily perfect balance between just enough give and just enough resistance, and to caress and feel the nipple harden at her touch. None of her actions were planned out; she was going on pure, lustful instinct. Whatever felt right, whatever came into her head, she did.

Out of nowhere she suddenly felt Bridget’s cool fingertips between her legs and instinctively she clung tighter to the luscious bust in front of her. Bridget had lent forward and reached down, under Miriam’s raised arm, to touch her rapidly wettening pussy. Her experienced fingers slid between Miriam’s moistened lips and down, pausing momentarily as she reached the opening of her vagina, before plunging her middle finger deep into the hot, tight wetness. Miriam cried out in pleasure as Bridget’s finger pumped in and out of her and she began to move her hips to the same rhythm. Leaning forward had brought Bridget’s face level with Miriam’s neck and the lingering scent of expensive perfume excited her. She began to plant small, delicate kisses on Miriam’s graceful neck, but desire rapidly overcame all restraint and she set about devouring the perfumed skin in an almost vampiric manner. Her mistress would come to her like this every other week or so, and it was an occasion that she looked forward to eagerly. Sucking the master’s cock of a morning or being bent over his desk of an evening was a duty that she was happy to perform but from which she gleaned little enjoyment. This, on the other hand, was a genuine pleasure. Miriam’s pussy was almost dripping wet now, her juices running down Bridget’s fingers, and the graphic slopping noises that she made as she diligently masturbated her mistress made her own pussy start to burn with anticipation. As her middle finger worked, she stretched out her thumb and found Miriam’s clitoris. Wasting no time, she began rubbing the little button in a fast, circular motion. That was the final straw for Miriam. She had been holding back for a minute already, but the sensation of Bridget’s touch on her clit sent a burst of pleasure coursing through her. Her back arched and she threw back her head as she came. Then she clutched at Bridget, pressing herself up against the maid’s fleshy body, her hips twitching as she rode out the orgasm. Gradually the fire ebbed away until it was gone and Miriam felt her legs give way underneath her and she collapsed sideways onto the bed.

For a few moments she just lay there, panting. Bridget smiled at her as she absent-mindedly sucked her middle finger clean, before leaning down to plant a small, affectionate kiss on Miriam’s temple. Then she got up and wandered over to the other side of the room. “I trust we aren’t finished?” said Bridget with mock-sincerity. Miriam, who had recovered her composure, pushed herself up onto her elbows and turned to see Bridget standing, slightly bent over, with her hands resting on the desk, looking over her shoulder at Miriam. “Perish the thought” replied Miriam, with playfully pretended shock.
“I’m glad to hear it,” Bridget purred, “but if we’re going to carry on then I am feeling rather overdressed, and I’d hate to rob you of the pleasure of making me decent for our little games!” and with that she wiggled her shapely rear. Miriam beamed and all but leapt off the bed. In the throes of passion it had completely slipped her notice that Bridget was still clothed from the waist down, so now she raced to kneel on the floor behind Bridget, whose elbows now rested on the desk as she proudly thrust out her behind. Excitedly, Miriam hooked her fingers into the elasticated waistband of Bridget’s bottoms and, deliberately slowly, began to pull them down; savouring the sight of them sliding down to reveal Bridget’s broad, pale buttocks, inch by inch. She let the bottoms fall to the floor and Bridget stepped out of them and stood there; naked. She was still bent over and the pose served only to accentuate the shape of her impressive behind. In keeping with her full and curvaceous figure, Bridget’s arse was big and round; as much an asset as her splendid breasts and, to Miriam, irresistible. She placed a hand on each buttock and for a few moments stroked them both softly before giving the pale cheeks a firm squeeze and pulling them apart so she could admire Bridget’s most intimate parts. Her pussy was flushed and glistening with moisture, while the tight pucker of her arse-hole looked so inviting that Miriam couldn’t resist flicking her tongue across it, making Bridget giggle excitedly.

Miriam stood quickly, grabbed Bridget’s hips and spun her round to face her. She kissed her hard, hungrily pushing Bridget back until she was perched on the edge of the desk with Miriam standing between her open legs. She felt Bridget’s hands on her buttocks, pulling her in closer; their breasts pressing together as they greedily devoured one another. Then Miriam broke away from the kiss and slowly began to lower herself back to her knees, planting delicate kisses down the length of Bridget’s torso as she went; on her neck, her collar-bone, her breast, her breast again, her ribs and her stomach, before finally her knees touched the ground and her head was level with the maid’s exposed crotch. Mr Hargreaves insisted that Bridget keep herself completely shaved at all times, and Miriam planted one last, tender kiss on the smooth mound before her fingers parted Bridget’s blushing lips and her mouth came forward to latch onto her clitoris. Bridget was never quiet, shy or reserved when it came to sex, and, true to form, she made no attempt to hold back her loud, high pitched moans as Miriam’s experienced tongue slipped under the soft skin of her hood and went to work on her clit. Deftly her tongue circled the little pink button; slowly at first, then faster. Miriam smiled at the sound of Bridget’s pleasure and began to work her mouth more passionately. She licked hard, always changing her direction and technique, but never letting up in her intensity. Occasionally she would use her teeth, lightly biting Bridget’s clit or rubbing it between her tongue and front teeth. Bridget was awash with pleasure, no idea what was coming next, and she gripped the edge of the desk and cried out as, without warning, Miriam plunged two fingers into her vagina. Miriam became more forceful then. Bending her fingers in a beckoning motion to best hit Bridget’s g-spot, she began rhythmically thrusting them in and out. Bridget was already wet, and her juices ran down Miriam’s fingers to soak her hand, and down her chin as she continued to bear down on Bridget’s clit, moving her mouth in time with her fingers. Bridget was on fire; sweat ran down her forehead and chest, her heart pounded and her legs began to twitch as she sensed the approaching orgasm. Miriam’s fingers pumped and her tongue rubbed, and Bridget bit her lip and tried desperately to hold on. She tried and tried until her body gave way to the relentless assault on her senses and she let out a scream of unbridled ecstasy. A wave of sensation flooded her body. Her thighs clamped firmly around Miriam’s head and her hips began to twitch and buck. She lost all sense of time and everything around her, and felt as if she had been suspended in space, her body wracked by timeless throes pleasure. Gradually the world seeped back into existence, her thighs relaxed, her arms gave way and she collapsed onto the desk; naked, breathless and tingling.

Miriam got up and smiled as she wiped the juices from around her mouth with the back of her hand. Her tongue and jaw ached a little from the exertion, but she had enjoyed it immensely, and making Bridget explode like that had gotten her all hot and bothered again. Her pussy was ready for another servicing, and what better to get Bridget to snap to it than a playful assertion of authority? “If you’re quite finished lazing about,” she said in her best mistress’ voice “I have most definitely not had my fill for the evening”. Immediately, Bridget sprang to her feet and stood to attention, excited by the dominance in her mistress’ voice. “I trust you still have the gifts I gave you last time?” Miriam asked in a cool, commanding voice.
“Yes, Mistress.” replied Bridget.
“Then fetch them.” Miriam ordered, and Bridget bent down to open the bottom drawer of the desk, rifling through it before rising again having found what she was looking for; a small bottle of lube, and a shiny black dildo attached to a red leather harness. With her head subserviently bowed, she handed them to Miriam who, without a word, knelt, placed the bottle of lube on the floor beside her and began to disentangle the straps of the harness. That done, she held the harness up for Bridget who obediently stepped into it, keeping her hands clasped tightly behind her back and doing her best to suppress a shiver of excitement as Miriam hoisted the harness up to her waist and tightened the straps. The sight of the Bridget sporting the magnificent strap-on, its leather straps squeezing her pale, soft flesh, made Miriam even hornier. The dildo was a solid seven inches long and thick too, and curved upwards; just the way Miriam liked it. It had a fat, mushroom-cap head, thick veins sculpted down its length and a pair of weighty-looking sculpted balls hanging beneath its proud shaft. Miriam grabbed the bottle of lubricant and, holding the dildo steady with one hand, squeezed out a line of the clear jelly right along its length, which she then spread all over the black latex until the whole thing had a bright sheen to it. She smiled at the sight of her newly masculinised maid, then turned and climbed onto Bridget’s small bed. She positioned herself on all fours, right on the edge of the bed with her up-thrust arse on full display. “Well,” she said, turning to look over her shoulder, “You know what to do.”

Empowered by her new cock, Bridget wasted no time in moving to stand behind Miriam; its bulbous head pressing against the sopping wet opening of her vagina. Her mistress’ arse lacked the roundness and the bounce of hers, but it was nice all the same. It was smaller, more pert, and bent over like this looked absolutely amazing as Bridget placed her hands on the firm cheeks. “How would you like it?” She asked.
“Oh, I think the time for tenderness has passed, don’t you?” Miriam replied in a sultry tone, “Hard and fast, my dear, and don’t let up; I want to soak the sheets through!”
For the briefest of moments Bridget paused to admire in the view of her mistress exposed and on offer, then she seized Miriam’s hips and pulled her back hard, thrusting her own hips forward to impale Miriam on the dildo. A jolt of pleasure shot through Miriam’s body, making her scream in delight as her back arched and her fists clenched, gripping the covers. For a few seconds, Bridget held her like that; all seven inches buried in her quivering pussy. For Miriam, the feeling of being filled so completely like that was almost too intense for words. Then Bridget slid the shaft out of her mistress, then back in and quickly established a rhythm. She was merciless; slamming the dildo in hard and fast and revelling in the rhythmic slap as Miriam’s arse collided with her own hips and in each exquisite momentary ripple that ran across her bouncing buttocks. Bridget rode her mistress for all she was worth. Miriam was in ecstasy, moaning and gasping at the top of her lungs as her dripping pussy was pounded relentlessly. She was always amazed at the strength and vivacity with which Bridget made love. She had had ripped nineteen year old studs in the past who didn’t fuck her as hard or as well as Bridget did, even when she’d squeezed their little ball sacks and ordered them to try harder. Barely any time had passed before Miriam felt her orgasm approaching. She came hard, screaming with pleasure as the orgasm rolled across her body. She twitched and thrashed and buried her face in the bedclothes, but through it all Bridget just kept on fucking; never slowing down or easing off, she just kept on ramming the strap-on into Miriam’s pussy. Another orgasm, just as intense, came seconds after the first one, and Miriam knew from past experience that these were just the first of many. She screamed again, and Bridget kept on fucking

. . .

Downstairs, almost at the opposite end of the lavish house, George sat at the desk in his darkened study, hunched over his glowing laptop. His breathing was heavy and his face sweaty and flushed from the show that he had enjoyed for the last half hour. His trousers were in a crumpled heap around his ankles and he was speedily pumping his cock as he took in the scene that was unfolding on the screen in front of him. Bridget had never noticed the tiny, concealed spy-camera that they’d had installed in her room while she was visiting her parents a few months ago, and both he and Miriam had already gotten immense pleasure from it. As soon as he had finished his work for the evening, he had checked the link to the camera, seen his wife undressing and settled in for what was sure to be an invigorating performance. Now he watched as his wife and the maid went at it hammer and tongs. They were facing mainly away from him, and the sight of Bridget’s round, milky arse jiggling with every stroke was driving him wild. His climax came quickly and abruptly as, with a grunt, he fired off his hot white load into a waiting tissue. He threw the tissue into the nearby waste-paper basket, switched off the computer, pulled up his trousers and, contented, went upstairs to bed to wait for Miriam.

. . .

Some time later, the two women lay panting, sweaty and exhausted on the bed. Bridget had neglected to remove the strap-on when she collapsed onto the bed, and now as she lay spooning Miriam, Miriam could feel the dildo gently pressing against her arse. Having recovered her wits after the tirade of orgasms that had left her twitching and insensible, Miriam got up, without a word, slipped her dressing gown on and moved towards the door. As she was opening the door, she stopped and looked back at Bridget, still lying on her side on the bed. “Good night, Bridget” she said.
“Good night, Miriam” Bridget replied sleepily.
“We’re done now Bridget,” said Miriam curtly “do not address me in so familiar a fashion.”
“Sorry Ma’am,” she said apologetically, quickly standing to attention, still completely naked but for the strap-on that gently bobbed up and down between her legs, “Good night, Ma’am.”
“Good night, Bridget” she said with a wry smile, and with that she closed the door behind her and padded off down the landing.

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Yoshiko discovers changes to her body after her ghostly encounter with the futanari spirit.

Haunted by the Futa Ghost
Chapter Two: Naughty Naked Selfies
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

My eyes widened at the sight of Mitsuko-hime standing naked in the onsen, steam rising around her breasts, droplets of water glistening on her curves and her brown nipples like diamonds turned into nectar. Her skin was pale, milky, so fair and perfect. Her hair was a black curtain pilling around her shoulders.

Her eyes looked up, meeting mine. I trembled before the daimyo’s daughter. I had seen her from afar, but never up so close. What was she doing in the onsen? Didn’t her father’s castle have it’s own bath house?

“You’re the miko at the shrine,” Mitsuko-hime said, her voice as lovely as a songbird. “Right?”

My heart sped up. “I…I am, Ōjo-sama.” I lowered my eyes, not worthy to look at her.

“Would you mind washing my back?” she asked, so polite for one of such station. She turned, the curve of her rear just peeking over the steamy waters of the onsen. “I have trouble reaching.”

Mouth dry, I nodded my head, fearing to speak. She was so radiant, so beautiful. A hot itch formed in my pussy. She was a woman, a beautiful lily blossoming before me. I slipped out of my yukata, the air warm with summer’s heat and the water’s steam. I stepped into the onsen the rocks smooth beneath my feet as I waded out to her.

I thought a prayer to the kami of the onsen. Thank you for this gift.

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500 years later…

A the end of classes, nineteen-year-old Yoshiko Stenet was still in a daze as she walked home with one of her two best friends, Lori Watson. Yoshiko’s narrow eyebrows were furrowed over her round, blue, Caucasian eyes. She was half-Japanese, her skin a pale, dusky olive; her cheekbones narrow, delicate; her hair curtains of black silk falling like a sleek waterfall down her back. Besides her foreign eyes, only her large breasts, swelling her buttoned-down blouse, ruined the petite, Japanese schoolgirl look she cultivated with knee-high socks and uniform-esque skirts.

“What is wrong with you?” Lori asked, her red hair glowing in the bright, Californian sun as they walked home from classes at the Redwood Academy. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Yoshiko almost flinched. I did.

But how could she tell her friend that not only had she seen a ghost in the girls’ bathroom, but said ghost was a futa and had taken Yoshiko’s cherry. The lesbian schoolgirl had twice popped into the bathroom after her ghostly encounter to probe her fingers into her pussy and feel how open she was. No more hymen covered her sex’s entrance.

And she hoped for a second haunting. She yearned for that futa-ghost’s girl-dick to fill her again.

Yoshiko could still picture the ghost clear as day. She was a Japanese girl dressed like a miko, a Shrine Maiden. She had on the white haori, a ceremonial jacket worn over the kimono, and red hakama, a style of Japanese trousers with wide pant legs that almost looked like divided skirts. Shrine Maidens were important in the Shinto religion, ministering to kami and leading rituals in temples. They were often daughters of the priest.

And this one was a futanari.

“Yooooshiiiikoooo,” Lori said, drawing out every syllable of Yoshiko’s name. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m fine,” Yoshiko answered, trying to forget that huge dick thrusting from the miko’s crotch and how wonderful it felt when the futa-ghost had fucked her in the bathroom. Yoshiko was well aware of futanari—girls with dicks. As an Anime fan and a lesbian, she always sought out naked pictures of her favorite female characters to masturbate to. Often, she came across the futa variants, finding their dicks strangely attractive even though a normal guy did nothing for Yoshiko.

But you put a penis on a girl, and it’s soooo sexy.

“Is it Kat? Was she bullying you again?”

Yoshiko blinked, forgetting all about Kat, the rich bitch who had caught Yoshiko masturbating in the locker room and spying on the other showering girls, including Lori. Since then, Yoshiko had to give Kat answers to homework in the two classes they shared. She thought Kat was a homophobe, picking on her for being a lesbian, and then she caught Kat bent over Ms. Lindon’s desk, being fucked by the lesbian teacher’s strap-on.

Kat was a lesbian. A dyke like she calls me.

“Something did happen,” Lori said, leaning in. “Dish.”

Yoshiko trembled, a sudden urge rising in her to kiss her friend’s pouty lips, to cup her freckled cheeks and make Lori shudder in delight. But Lori was straight and dating Yoshiko’s other best friend, Chris Sowards. For a guy, he was cool, never treating Yoshiko differently. She couldn’t ruin her two friends’ relationship.

Even if she wanted Lori so badly.

…Mitsuko-hime…

Yoshiko blinked. Was that the ghost? Or am I just remembering her whispering that name. Princess Mitsuko. Did the ghost love her?

“Dish,” Lori said. “I need to know.”

“I saw Kat and Ms. Lindon together.”

“The teacher you have a crush on was with your bully?” Lori gasped, red eyebrows arching, her jaw dropping. “Holy shit. Are you serious?”

“Kat was bent over her desk, and Ms. Lindon was fucking her with a strap-on.”

“Oh, that’s wild,” Lori giggled. “I can’t believe it. Kat’s a homophobic bully who secretly wants to be with girls. And you caught her being a hypocrite. Tell me you recorded them with your phone.”

Yoshiko shook her head. “I don’t want to get Ms. Lindon in trouble.”

“Right, right,” Lori sighed. “Still, nice to get back at that bitch. I can’t believe this. Ooh, I want to kick her ass even more now.” Then she gave Yoshiko a sly look.

“What?” she blinked at her friend.

“No wonder you came back from visiting Ms. Lindon all flushed and dazed. I bet you slipped into the bathroom and had to masturbate after watching your crush in action.”

Yoshiko’s cheeks went crimson That was exactly what happened. And what had attracted the ghost. But why? She couldn’t have been the first girl to masturbate in there. Unless I was? Her fingers itched to double-check that she really wasn’t a virgin any longer, to reach beneath her skirt, push aside her panties, and probe at her pussy.

But she was good. She didn’t do that.

“We have to figure out a way to use this,” Lori said. “Want to come over to my house? My parents are going to be gone. We can have some privacy.”

Yoshiko’s heart sped up. Her voice croaked out, “Privacy?” Is it happening. Is she finally giving in and stripping naked for me.

An image of a Japanese girl, standing naked in a hot spring, danced in Yoshiko’s thoughts for a moment, her breasts glistening with water, steam rising about her. She turned, looking right at Yoshiko, a soft smile on her lips.

Yoshiko’s clit burned so hot. She leaned closer to Lori, her heart thudding, her body on fire. She wanted to kiss Lori. She had to kiss Lori.

“Yes, privacy, I need you to take some pictures of me for Chris.” Lori’s smile grew, and it wasn’t for Yoshiko. Lori was thinking of her boyfriend. “I promised him a new set of nudes since he has to stay late at school for a project. I wanted him to have something to think of me. Especially since he’s all alone with Mariah Young. And I don’t trust that Black bitch not to try something. Not that Chris would, but she’s such a skank.”

“Oh,” Yoshiko said, swallowing, disappointment souring her stomach.

“It’s not a problem, right?” Lori asked. “I’d do it for you if you found that special girl to make you happy.” She beamed at Yoshiko. “I know you’ll find her someday. And she’ll make you as happy as Chris makes me.”

Yoshiko feared she had found that girl. As much as she ached to be taught the arts of lesbian love by Ms. Lindon or one of the other girls she masturbated to, it was Lori who Yoshiko wanted. Her best friend. The girl who knew her best. But Lori was straight. The one time they kissed wasn’t the explosion of love Yoshiko had hoped for.

So she could only be Lori’s friend. Yoshiko loved her friend and wanted some form of a relationship with Lori. Maybe one day I will get over my crush and find someone else, then I won’t fight jealous impulses because of Chris or have urges to kiss Lori out of the blue.

“Of course I’ll take your picture,” Yoshiko said, feigning that she didn’t have feelings for her friend. The idea of seeing Lori naked both excited Yoshiko and saddened her. It’s not me she’s getting naked for.

“Wonderful,” Lori said. “I’m hoping these pictures will be super naughty.”

Yoshiko nodded as they headed down the street. She needed to change the subject, to let her hot body, and throbbing clit, relax. Otherwise she might just jump Lori right here on the street. Her mind searched for a subject, any subject.

“What do you think they’ll do about the tree?” Yoshiko asked. That was a safe topic.

“I don’t know,” Lori said, her face falling. “I hope they don’t have to cut it down. It’s such a beautiful tree. It’s a shame the lightning struck it.”

Growing on the lawn before their school was a large, Japanese Pine Tree, its canopy spread wide, its many trunks growing in all directions, splitting into a maze of thick branches. Its bark had such a unique, red hue to it, and its needles were a light green, not the dark of pine and fir trees found native to California. But during the storm last night, it was stuck by lightning, the main trunk split open and looked so charred, the tree’s bark dulling to gray like it had died.

“The school will look so different without it,” lamented Lori.

Yoshiko agreed.

“Even that exchange student was moved by the sight.” Lori nudged Yoshiko. “It was so weird seeing Miyu bowing before it. Must be a Japanese thing, right?”

“She was showing respect, I guess,” Yoshiko answered. Her mother was Japanese, but all the girl knew of Japanese culture came from watching Anime in English. So she knew lots of Japanese tropes, but how much of it was really accurate?

Maybe I should learn more about my culture. Ghosts are a big deal, and I just encountered a very Japanese one.

“Maybe you should see if Miyu’s gay,” Lori said, a grin on her face. “You two would be so cute together.”

“Because we’re both Japanese?” Yoshiko asked.

“Yes,” clapped Lori. “A little yuri romance. Those are your favorite, right? The yuri Anime”

Yoshiko nodded. Yuri was the Japanese word for lily, and was associated with lesbianism. Any Anime that showed young schoolgirls with even a hint of romance between them was labeled yuri. They were often doomed romance, one or both of the characters eventually growing out of their infatuation in favor of boys, but sometimes they didn’t.

Those were Yoshiko’s absolute favorite.

“Maybe,” Yoshiko said. “She is cute. But I bet she’s straight.”

“Never know until you kiss her,” Lori laughed.

Yoshiko swallowed, nodding. That was very true.

They made the turn off the main street into the residential neighborhoods, heading to Lori’s home. Redwood, California was a wealthy community in the San Jose Foothills around San Fransisco. And though neither Lori’s nor Yoshiko’s were that wealthy, they had nice homes. Not the huge mansion that Kat lived in, but her dad was Silicon Valley rich.

They reached Lori’s house shortly and entered. Yoshiko always felt so weird that people didn’t take their shoes off in the Watson household. Yoshiko had a pair of slippers waiting for her at home. They were right next to the door, occupying one of the slots in the shoe cubby. The first thing she always did when entering her house was taking off her shoes and slipping on her slippers before padding through the house.

Even after all these years, it never felt right and took her a few minutes to feel comfortable wearing shoes indoors.

The two girls chatted as they walked up the stairs to Lori’s bedroom on the second floor. They swept in and closed the door. Lori immediately synced her iPhone with her Bluetooth speakers and found a station on Pandora to listen to. Pop music blared through the room as she lit a stick of incense of the table and then flopped onto her bed while Yoshiko took a seat at the desk.

“So, I figured we could do it on my bed,” Lori said. “I can strip naked while you snap away, and then we can send the entire batch to Chris. Really melt his brain with just how sexy I am.”

“Okay,” Yoshiko said, her pussy growing hot again, her clit throbbing. She wanted to masturbate. Maybe if I have a nice cum, I can be calm through this.

But it would be so awkward. Lori would wonder why she was in the bathroom so long. Yoshiko did not fancy trying to explain why she had to masturbate. It was far too embarrassing. She would just have to grit her teeth and get through it.

Tonight, in her bedroom, her homework complete, she would masturbate to her friend.

“Here’s the phone,” Lori said.

They had the same model of iPhone, though their cases were different color. Lori had opted for the rose gold while Yoshiko’s was pink. She tapped the bottoms and activated the camera, holding the phone out before her.

Lori rolled onto her hands and knees, thrusting her skirt-clad butt into the air, her red hair looking mused as the girl did a pouty kiss for the phone. Flashes of having a cock sucked by those lips shot through Yoshiko’s mind.

Her clit throbbed more.

“Oh, I’m just a bad girl, Chris,” Lori purred, wiggling her hips more.

“I’m not taking a video,” Yoshiko said, tapping the screen. It made camera sounds like it was an old fashioned camera using film. “You don’t have to talk.”

“Just getting me in the mood, making myself feel so sexy.” Lori rolled over onto her back, her hands rubbing at her bare thighs, her blouse pulled tight across her breasts as she made another pouty duck face for the camera.

Click.

“Mmm, Chris is going to get so hard seeing these pics,” Lori purred, sliding her hands down her thighs, pushing her skirt higher and higher. Yoshiko snapped pics, trembling, her clit aching so badly. Lori’s panties were revealed, pink and molding tight to her pussy.

“Uh-huh,” Yoshiko swallowed, snapping upskirt pics, focusing on the panties. I can see her pussy lips through them.

Yoshiko hoped she might send off an email of them to herself if she could get away with it. I should have used my phone.

Lori ran a finger up and down the slit of her pussy, pressing in the fabric. “I’m getting so wet for you, Chris. Can you see? Are my juices bleeding through, Yoshiko?”

A faint, dark spot appeared. “Yes,” Yoshiko moaned, tapping the camera icon again, her nipples aching, her breasts rising. “He’ll see.”

“Good,” moaned Lori. Her fingers moved up to her blouse. She peeled it off in one go, her round breasts contained in a matching, pink bra.

“Is that the one you bought at the mall last week?” I asked.

“Uh-huh. Front clasping.” Lori played with the small bow between both bra cups, twisting it. “I bet you want to see my tits so badly, Chris?”

“Yeah,” Yoshiko moaned, taking more pictures. Her panties were so hot, so tight. Her clit throbbed, ached. She wanted to touch it so badly.

The clasp popped open The bra loosened, Lori’s tits jiggling but were still covered. She gripped the cups, lifting them slightly, teasing. Yoshiko kept tapping the screen, her eyes flicking from the image on the LCD screen to the real deal before her.

Lori bared her tits. They were round and perky, her nipples a soft pink, thrusting hard and erect. She arched her back, letting her breasts jiggle, her red hair fanned across her pillows. She smiled for the camera as Yoshiko tapped the screen again.

Click!

Those lovely breasts were immortalized and saved to the cloud. Yoshiko’s panties were so tight. She squirmed, fighting the itch. She had to reach down and adjust herself. Her panties dug against her clit for some reason.

But she couldn’t look away, not when Lori was cupping her breasts so invitingly. “I know you love these tits, Chris. Mmm, I love it when you suck on my nipples.”

Yoshiko licked her lips. She wished she was sucking on them right now. The urge to lean over and engulf them shot through her. It was so powerful. And why did her panties have to be so damned tight? Her clit ached, confined. Her nub needed to be released.

Lori rolled and pinched her nipples, her lips glistening, her blue eyes alluring. Then she flipped over onto her hands and knees, wiggling her panty-clad ass at the camera. The pink gusset pressed tight to her pussy, molding to her vulva and slit, the dark spot grown larger. The gusset was narrow, disappearing between her butt-cheeks, leaving the bottoms of her round globes exposed before the cloth swept out towards the waistband.

“I bet you want to see my pussy now, Chris,” groaned Lori.

“Yes,” breathed Yoshiko, her clit in agony. She had to adjust her panties, but she couldn’t look away as Lori reached behind her and hooked the waistband of her pink panties.

Oh, this is happening.

Yoshiko trembled as Lori slowly rolled off her panties, the material sliding out from between her butt-cheeks, exposing her pale globes, so round, so firm, so bubbly. Then the gusset pulled away from Lori’s pussy lips.

A tight, shaved slit, dripping with juices, faced Yoshiko. What she had lusted for the last several years was right there, only feet away. She took more pictures, snapping so many of them, immortalizing this moment. Lori’s panties bunched around mid-thigh, her face smiling over her shoulders, her cunt dripping with excitement.

Yoshiko’s clit throbbed, almost ripping out of her panties.

“Ooh, I think that’s enough,” Lori said, turning around and snagging the phone out of Yoshiko’s trembling hands.

“Uh-huh,” Yoshiko nodded as Lori swiped at her phone, staring at the pictures.

“Oh, my god, I am so hot,” Lori moaned. “Oh, this must have been torture for you. I’m sorry. But I was just having so much fun.”

“Yeah,” Yoshiko said, looking down at her skirt.

There was a bulge.

At her crotch.

She had a bulge at her crotch.

Her hands trembling, Yoshiko pulled up her skirt so slowly, her head shaking back and forth. Her clit throbbed so hard. It was trapped in her panties, pressed against her groin like it was…long. Like it was a…

“No,” Yoshiko groaned.

“Oh, yes, Chris will love these,” squealed Lori. “This one. And this one. Ooh, I have to send him this one. Oh, and me cupping my tits. Oh, yes, he’ll jizz his pants.”

Yoshiko’s skirt rose above her panties. They were white, schoolgirl panties, something so innocent and fresh. But not with the tip of a throbbing dick struggling to burst out the waistband, a huge shaft tenting the material, sprouting from her pussy.

The ghost made me into a futanari.

Yoshiko poked at the tip just peeking out of the panties’ waistband, precum bubbling from the slit. She shivered, her pussy clenching as the sensation ran right down her dick. She shook her head in disbelief. The room spun around her as she struggled to breathe.

“I…I…” she stammered, free hand reaching for something to grab to steady her, her other hand gripping her skirt hard.

“Aaaaand sent.” Lori chortled. “Oh, he’s going to—” Lori let out a startled gasp.

Yoshiko looked at her friend. And then everything rushed to her mind at once and darkness crashed on her.

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Lori gasped as her friend collapsed on the floor, skirt bunched around her waist. Lori sat up, suddenly feeling so self-conscious of her nudity, guilt twisting her stomach. She had known of Yoshiko’s crush, Lori often making jokes about Yoshiko checking out her body, like the one she made during PE earlier today. And then I make the poor thing have to watch me act all sexy for my boyfriend.

Lori didn’t think. She did that a lot. She knew she should and tried to hard to remember to think before acting, but then an idea would burst into being in her brain, overriding any common sense she possessed, and she just had to do it, often dragging poor Yoshiko along for the ride.

“Are you okay?” Lori asked, moving on her bed, her panties bunched around her thighs slowing her down. Her phone chirped, Chris answering her email containing her nude selfies. But Lori had to attend to her friend and…

“What the fuck is that?”

Lori’s voice echoed through her room as the redhead stared at the supine form of her friend. Yoshiko fell on her back, her legs bent beneath her, large breasts straining her buttoned-down blouse. The short girl was endowed, and Lori was often jealous of just how big Yoshiko’s tits were. But that wasn’t what Lori stared at.

It was the huge cock stretching her friend’s plain, white panties. The type a schoolgirl would wear in one of those perverted hentai Chris loved to watch. Lori shook her head, eyes wide with disbelief at the big, throbbing dick, the tip just peeking out the top of the waistband.

“No, fucking way,” groaned Lori. She knew enough about Japanese hentai to know about futanari—girls with dicks. She had seen Yoshiko come across them a few times in her quest for her yuri hentai. “How?”

Lori crawled off her bed, breasts swaying beneath her as she approached her friend, the fiery heat from stripping naked and posing for sexy pics for her boyfriend still burning through her nethers, a trickle of her juices dripping from her thighs. She reached Yoshiko, still passed out, and swallowed. Lord’s hand trembled as she reached out to her friend.

It can’t be real. This has to be a hallucination. She doesn’t have a cock. I just saw her in PE today. She couldn’t have hid this monster in her gym shorts or while showering in the locker room. Someone would have noticed.

So where the fuck did it come from?

Lori’s finger brushed the tip. The dick throbbed. Yoshiko sighed, her lips parted slightly. She looked so cute and delicate while sleeping, almost like a doll. Lori rubbed at the tip again and felt a wet smear. Clear juices coated the pad of her fingertip.

“Precum. You’re releasing precum.” The redhead shuddered again, her pussy clenching. Then her fingers ripped Yoshiko’s panties down to her knees.

Thrusting from her thick, black bush was a huge cock. But it came from lower on her groin than a boy’s dick. Lori knelt closer, her fingers pushing aside the thick patch of pubic hair and her eyes widened. The shaft grew from Yoshiko’s pussy. From right where her clit should be, the labia and clitoral hood stretched around the thick base.

Lori grasped the shaft, feeling her friend’s heartbeat. It throbbed up and down her dick. The tip leaked precum as Lori stroked up it. Her blue eyes widened as she stroked her friend. Yoshiko sighed again, twitching, her breasts rising and falling faster and faster.

“You have a cock,” breathed Lori again, her tongue licking at her lips unconsciously The heat swelled between Lori’s thighs. An urge to do something absolutely naughty, something that would have consequences, burst into her mind.

Think. Chris. Consequences.

A small part of her brain screamed at Lori as her eyes stared at the girl-dick in her hand, the slit beading more precum, the mushroom crown throbbing, begging to be pleasured. She held an actual futanari’s cock in her hand. Something impossible. Something whose addition had transformed Yoshiko into something desirable.

Lori was straight. She had never felt the slightest attraction to Yoshiko. When they had kissed, it had been passionate for Yoshiko—Lori could tell—but for her, it was like kissing her mother. Yes, lips pressed together. But there was no exciting tingle, no waves of rapture, nothing like she would later experience with Chris.

But now… Everything had changed for Lori. Yoshiko had a cock. A big cock. Bigger than Chris’s. Lori’s pussy clenched as her head lowered, her body moving on its own. Rational thought was gone. Guilt over cheating on her boyfriend engulfed, then smothered, by the tide of lust rising in her pussy. She could not resist this girl-dick.

Lori licked the tip.

She groaned, gathering Yoshiko’s drop of salty precum. It melted on Lori’s tongue. She shuddered, her pussy clenching, and licked again. Longer, slower. Her tongue circled the crown, bringing soft whimpers from Yoshiko’s sleeping mouth.

“Oh, god,” Lori moaned, savoring the excitement as she nibbled on the side of the crown, working lower, brushing where the shaft met the tip, licking there.

Chris liked that.

Yoshiko’s body twitched. A new scent filled Lori’s nose. A scent she recognized from her own masturbation. It was different and yet the same. Yoshiko’s pussy seasoned with a spicy musk instead of Lori’s tart aroma. But it was still the scent of hot cunt.

“You have both,” groaned Yoshiko between nibbles as she worked down her friend’s girl-cock.

Lori reached the base, brushing wet pussy lips and silky pubic hair. She tasted another girl’s cunt for the first time, a wave of heat rippling through her. Then she licked back up the shaft, afraid of the new surge of desires. It wasn’t gay to suck on a cock, even if it belonged to a girl.

Her lips engulfed the tip. She sucked hard, moaning as she loved her friend’s dick. Yoshiko shuddered and moaned louder. Her mouth was open wider, her eyes fluttering, moving rapidly like she dreamed.

Lori groaned, hummed, bobbing her mouth up and down her friends cock, her jaw aching from how wide she had to open to engulf her friend. Yoshiko was thicker than Chris. And that excited Lori more and more. She took more and more of the dick into her mouth, her hand stroking the base of the shaft.

This is so hot. She has a dick. I can’t believe this. How did this happen? What is going on? Maybe I passed out and this is a dream. A wild, kinky dream.

When her stroking hand reached the base of her friend’s cock, she felt the wet pussy lips, the soft, silky hairs. Lori’s cunt clenched. Ripples of excitement washed through her, urging her to be naughtier and naughtier.

Her hand unclenched from Yoshiko’s cock and stroked the futanari’s pussy lips.

I can’t believe I’m fingering Yoshiko’s pussy. Lori’s fingers stroked through her friends pussy lips, sliding down, finding an open hole. I thought she was a virgin.

Lori penetrated her friend’s pussy, sucking hard on the dick in her mouth. Yoshiko’s pussy was hot and tight and silky, feeling like Lori’s pussy but different, the walls not quite the same texture, and she was tighter in different places. She pumped her fingers fast, hard, sucking for all her might, pleasuring her friend as Yoshiko moaned louder and louder.

The futanari-schoolgirl’s hips thrust up, sliding her dick to the back of Lori’s mouth. Hot pussy clenched on Lori’s fingers. She pumped faster, sensing her friend’s impending climax, eager to drink girl-cum.

With a soft moan, eyes moving rapidly and breasts rising and falling swiftly, Yoshiko came.

Hot girl-jizz exploded into Lori’s mouth, thick and creamy and delicious.

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Yoshiko fell into darkness, and then found herself approaching a natural hot spring, steam rising from the water. Another girl stood in the water, Japanese, about Yoshiko’s age. The girl was beautiful, her long, black hair falling in silky waves down her back, almost reaching the top curve of her butt just peeking over the edge of the water. She hummed a relaxing, beautiful song.

“Mitsuko-hime,” Yoshiko heard herself say as she stepped into the water.

I’m not in my body, Yoshiko realized, seeing the round breasts—topped by small, brown nipples—at the bottom of her vision. They weren’t the large, pillowy mounds Yoshiko possessed. And her voice sounded different. Like the futa-ghost’s.

“Oh, Sayuri-chan,” the girl standing in the hot spring said, looking over her shoulder with a shy smile. “I feared my Miko-chan wasn’t coming.”

“I was held up at the shrine,” the ghost, Sayuri, spoke, moving closer. “The dance is tonight.”

Yoshiko caught a glimpse of Sayuri’s body when she stepped into the water. There was no girl-cock thrusting from the ghost’s groin, just a thick, black bush between her lithe, light-olive thighs. The water was almost too hot, but at the same time relaxing.

“I’m glad you came. I need you to wash my back,” Mitsuko said.

A tremble went through Sayuri. “Of course, Ōjo-sama.”

Sayuri reached Mitsuko, the ghost’s soft hands slowly reaching out, touching the princess’s back. It was a delicate touch, a light stroke which made Mitsuko shudder. She looked over her shoulder again, biting her lower lip, her almond-shaped eyes gleamed with something.

Desire.

“I know why you come to bathe with me, Sayuri-chan,” Mitsuko said, her voice soft.

Sayuri’s hands froze. Yoshiko could feel the ghost’s heart thudding, maybe from fear or desire. “I come to bathe here every day.”

“You like to look at me,” Mitsuko said. “Like a man looks at a woman.”

“I…” Sayuri pulled her hands away.

Mitsuko turned, snatching them. Her breasts were small, firm cones, her nipples darker, but just as hard. Her stomach was flat, sweeping down to matted bush of black hair half-submersed in the hot spring’s water.

“I…” Mitsuko took a step closer, only inches separated them. “I like it…when you look.”

Mitsuko leaned in. Sayuri trembled. Their lips neared closer and closer and…

A powerful spasm wracked Yoshiko’s body, wrenching her from the dream. A powerful spurt, like something erupting from her cock, made her heave. Her eyes shot open. Something hot and warm and wet sucked something out of the depths of Yoshiko’s body. It exploded out of her in powerful pulses shooting orgasmic delight through her body.

“Oh, god,” Yoshiko moaned, staring up at the ceiling of her friend’s room.

The powerful pulse erupted again, sucked out of her…cock. It hit her as she looked down. She was cumming. Red hair spilled across her lap. Lori’s mouth sucked at Yoshiko’s dick, drinking the girl-cum pumping out of Yoshiko’s depths. Her pussy clenched on something inside of her, pumping in and out, making her tremble and shudder.

“Lori,” Yoshiko moaned, her breasts jiggling in her bra as she bucked again. Rapture exploded down her dick, crashing into the bliss churned in her pussy. It was like nothing she had experienced in her life. It made her shudder and groan. “Lori, what are you doing?”

Lori’s mouth popped of Yoshiko’s dick. A final spurt of cum splattered her friend’s face, leaving a smear of white across pouty lips and freckled cheeks. Lori’s blue eyes met Yoshiko’s, the two friends staring at each other.

She sucked my cock. She sucked my cock and made me cum.

A ravenous, powerful hunger, one Yoshiko had suppressed since she had kissed Lori, rose in her. It couldn’t be silenced any longer. Not after this. Not with Lori’s fingers shoved into Yoshiko’s pussy, her friends lips and face dripping with her girl-cum.

“Yoshiko,” Lori moaned, eyes glossy, gleaming just like Mitsuko’s had in Yoshiko’s dream.

…Ōjo-sama…

Yoshiko threw herself at her friend, moaning in hungry delight. She seized Lori’s shoulders, pressing her back onto the ground, kissing her friend with a mad passion. Salty cum stained the kiss as Yoshiko worked her lips with such passion, sharing all her pent-up feelings with Lori.

And this time, Lori kissed back. She didn’t freeze. She didn’t sit there with dead lips, no passion, no desire, no reciprocity of lust.

Lori wanted this. Lori was hot. Lori was finally ready.

Yoshiko’s tongue thrust into her friend’s mouth, brushing Lori’s. The futanari-schoolgirl settled her weight on her friend, kissing Lori so hard. Yoshiko loved the taste of her cum on her friend’s lips, the feel of Lori’s breasts through blouse and bra.

Lori’s hands moved, hugging Yoshiko, stroking her while Yoshiko’s still hard cock rubbed on Lori’s naked, shaved groin. Yoshiko could feel the heat of her friend’s pussy, her dick aching to penetrate her friend’s snatch.

Yoshiko broke the kiss. “Lori…”

“Oh, god, yes,” Lori moaned. “This is so hot. Tell me later how this happened. I’m dripping wet. Sucking your cock was amazing.”

“Uh-huh,” moaned Yoshiko.

Lori flexed her hip, rolling Yoshiko on her back. Her redheaded friend straddled her, grinding her hot cunt against Yoshiko’s throbbing dick. Lori seized Yoshiko’s blouse and ripped. Buttons popped, exposing the futanari’s plain, boring bra holding her large tits.

“Oh, you have the schoolgirl look to a T,” Lori moaned. “Lying there, looking all innocent, your big, heaving tits constrained in such a demure bra. It makes me so wild now.”

Yoshiko nodded, staring at her friends round breasts. She reached out, seizing them, finally touching them. They were firmer than her own. Her fingers kneaded as Lori shoved up Yoshiko’s bra, her big tits spilling out.

Lori seized them, fingers sinking into soft flesh. “I was always so jealous of these tits. I wanted to be big and busty. You’re so short and yet you have the biggest tits at school.”

“My height had to go somewhere,” joked Yoshiko.

“That’s my joke,” Lori grinned, her fingers sliding up the futanari’s breast. She found Yoshiko’s fat, brown nipples, twisting.

Yoshiko’s dick twitched against Lori’s hot pussy. Yoshiko groaned. The hot slit rubbing on her dick was so amazing. She ached, her snatch clenching. She had to be in her friend. She had to feel Lori’s pussy wrapped about her.

“Lori,” moaned Yoshiko. “I need you. I need to be in you.”

“Oh, yes,” Lori gasped, trembling. “You do.”

Lori slid up Yoshiko’s shaft. She trembled, feeling the tip of her cock nuzzle at her friend’s pussy. Yoshiko’s grip tightened on Lori’s tits as the redhead undulated her hips, pressing her snatch against Yoshiko’s hard girl-dick.

And slid down.

Yoshiko moaned as the hot, tight flesh of her friend engulfed her cock. Lori slid her pussy farther and farther down the shaft. The friction sent shuddering delight writhing through Yoshiko’s body. She groaned through clenched teeth at the exquisite rapture hugging her dick.

I’m in her pussy. I’m in Lori’s pussy. This is so hot. I can’t believe this.

Yoshiko’s body squirmed, her friend’s fingers digging into her boobs as the redhead bottomed out on her girl-dick. Lori’s head threw back. She let out a shuddering moan, her pussy clenching about Yoshiko’s shaft.

“Oh, god, you’re so huge, Yoshiko.”

“And you’re so tight.”

Lori rose her hips, sliding her pussy up Yoshiko’s dick. She shuddered, her girl-cock aching in the depths of Lori’s cunt. The futanari-schoolgirl shuddered, her eyes rolling back into her head. She bit her lip, groaning at the bliss engulfing her cock.

And then Lori slammed down, her firm tits bouncing. Lori swiveled her hips, sliding up and then coming down. Over and over, sending rapture shooting through Yoshiko’s body. Her cock was so sensitive. It was so amazing to be buried in her friend’s depths. She groaned, biting her lip as the pleasure surged through her.

“Yoshiko, you are so huge,” panted Lori. “Oh, god, I love this.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” gasped Yoshiko, her hands moving down her friend’s sides, grabbing Lori’s hips.
Yoshiko loved how her friend moved, stirring her dick through tight pussy. It was a glove sliding up and down her cock, sending delight through her. Her snatch clenched as the pleasure built. Her hips bucked, thrusting up into Lori’s cunt as she came down.

Her friend bounced on her. Lori raised her arms over her head, riding Yoshiko, gasping out her pleasure as her firm tits bounced and jiggled. They were hypnotic. Yoshiko licked her tongue, loving the sight of them.

“You’re so beautiful,” Yoshiko moaned and sat up, clutching Lori’s ass. Yoshiko sucked her friend’s nipple into her lips.

Lori’s pussy clenched hard on Yoshiko’s dick as she sucked on the nub. Yoshiko loved the feel of it between her lips, loving the pink nub as Lori bucked harder and harder, slamming her pussy down Yoshiko’s shaft.

“Yes, yes, yes, this is amazing,” Lori moaned. “Oh, god, yes. Your dick… So hot! I’m riding a futanari! This is really happening. A girl’s dick is in my pussy. I’m going to cum!”

Yoshiko sucked harder on her friend’s nipple. She gripped Lori’s ass, feeling the muscles bunch and writhe. Yoshiko dug her fingers in as Lori bucked harder and faster, her fingers digging into Yoshiko’s shoulders.

“Yes, yes, yes, Yoshiko,” howled Lori as she slammed her pussy down her friend’s dick.

Lori came.

Yoshiko’s eyes widened as her friend’s snatch writhed about her dick. Hot, silky flesh rippled about her shaft. The futanari groaned, her friend’s orgasm milking her dick. Yoshiko released Lori’s nipple. The futanari’s blue eyes widened.

Her pussy clenched. She stared into her friend’s eyes.

They kissed, hard. Lori slammed down Yoshiko’s shaft, massaging the girl-dick. She trembled. Her fingers dug into Lori’s ass as they kissed hard. Yoshiko’s entire body was on the verge of exploding. Her dick ached.

She came.

…Mitsuko-hime…

Cum pumped into Lori’s body. Hot, powerful spurts of rapture shot through Yoshiko at the same moment. Every time her cock unloaded, her mind was engulfed in ecstasy. She trembled, pussy spasming, juices flooding out of her depths as her girl-jizz flooded her best friend’s pussy.

Lori broke the kiss. “So hot!” she moaned. “Oh, yes, that was so hot.”

Japanese moaned through Yoshiko’s thoughts, speaking rapidly, the ghost crying out in orgasm. Only the name, Mitsuko-hime, was clear as Yoshiko trembled, lost to her own climax. She bucked and shuddered, her dick spurting over and over. The world danced.

Something hard and throbbing pressed into Yoshiko’s stomach as she held her friend, staring into her eyes as they both trembled in ecstasy And then the pleasure peaked. She floated there for an eternity that lasted two heartbeats.

And then groaned, her pleasure crashing, Lori slumping into her.

“Oh, that was wonderful,” Lori groaned, the hard thing throbbing against Yoshiko’s stomach, the tip leaking something. “Oh, wow, my clit just burned as you came in me. Mmm, I feel so hard and…”

Lori’s pussy clenched on Yoshiko’s dick as her friend’s eyes widened. Both girls looked down at their groins.

Lori had sprouted her own dick.

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“Fuck,” Chris moaned as he stared at the nude selfies his girlfriend sent him. They were so hot, clearly taken by Yoshiko. He burst into the boys’ bathroom. His art project could wait. He told Mariah, his project partner, he had to take a dump, but really he had to rub one out. These pics were too sexy.

And maybe they’re fooling around right now. Their bodies heaving together.

It was one of his favorite fantasies—his best friend and his girlfriend having sex while he watched then inviting him to join. He knew Lori was straight, so she had no interest in Yoshiko, and Yoshiko was a lesbian, so she had no interest in him.

But that was why it was a fantasy.

He burst into the stall, his pants already half-open. He pulled out his cock, sitting down on the toilet seat, jerking hard as he flipped through the pictures on his phone. He stopped at Lori on her knees, naked ass pointed at the camera, her pussy dripping with excitement as she looked over her shoulder with this come-hither look.

“Yeah, Yoshiko, go to her. Lick that pussy,” Chris groaned as he stroked his dick.

…Sayuri-chan… a soft, feminine, ethereal voice whispered.

Chris groaned, not caring, jerking his dick faster and faster. His crown tingled. He groaned, head arching back. It felt like something sucked at his dick, like a girl’s mouth was wrapped about his cock right now.

…Miko-chan… the voice whispered.

The sucking increased. Chris groaned. His hand slid up and…

He felt wet lips. Something stopped his hand from stroking all the way up to the crown of his dick. His eyes widened as a wet tongue licked across the tip of his dick, gathering a drop of precum. He groaned, soft hands brushing his, pushing them away. They stroked his shaft as the mouth sucked harder and harder. He reached out and brushed an invisible head, felt the soft silk of her hair and brushed something in her curls, some sort of ornamental jewelry crowning her head.

A ghost sucked his dick.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his balls tensing as lines of the ghost appeared, faint, mere sketches, but growing more and more solid as he came closer and closer to erupting.

…Sayuri-chan…

To be continued…

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Claire’s worrk at the woman-demeaning lobby group “Titcage” has eroded her self-respect and turned her into an increasingly degraded slut…

Chapter 26
ANOTHER DINNER WITH KITTEN

After work, she learned to her surprise that Slutkitten was coming over for dinner. Apparently Claire’s father had called Claire’s friend directly, and invited her over. She learned this from Slutkitten when the cute girl found Claire after work and said she would drive Claire home.

Claire didn’t know how she felt about this. She liked Slutkitten and wanted to see her, but it was weird for her father to be arranging her social engagements. And she’d had such a terrible day she just wanted to fall in her bed and cry.

Slutkitten seemed to sense some of this, as she was especially kind to Claire. The two had just gotten into Slutkitten’s car in the carpark, and Kitten was helping Claire to undress. Claire didn’t want to be nude but it was Kitten’s car and besides it was good to get out of the pissy clothes she was wearing. Once she was nude, Kitten leaned over and began to lick Claire’s face clean, lapping at her lips and cheeks to remove all the piss and semen and cunt juices. Claire sniffled, a delayed reaction to the misery of the day, and then kissed Kitten on the lips out of thanks. She knew men from work were walking past outside the car and some of them could almost certainly see the naked Claire, but she just didn’t care. Her trauma maximum for the day had been reached, she felt.

“You have to degrade me, sugartits,” Kitten reminded her as she finished the cleaning.

Claire remembered her grade requirements. She smiled. “You use your mouth like a good slut,” she said.

Kitten beamed. “Thank you!”

As they drove, Claire told Kitten everything that had happened recently. She told her about her parents splitting up, and her new rules at home. She told Kitten about being graded on her sexual performance, and she told her about being tasered.

“Don’t worry about that,” said Kitten. “You can come with me tomorrow night. I have some male friends who are really nice about my work. They’ll let you suck their cocks and give you an A grade no matter what. And you can be nude outside with them and get your other requirements for the week done.”

“Are they cute?” asked Claire hopefully.

“Pretty cute,” laughed Kitten. “And they taste lovely.”

That sounded better to Claire than sucking off men at work.

When they got to her house, Kitten wanted them both to just walk in naked, seeing as that was the rule now. But Claire insisted on re-dressing before crossing from the car to her house. She didn’t want her neighbours seeing her nude.

When they got inside her father was waiting. He insisted on them both stripping immediately. Kitten stripped happily, showing off her cute tits and cunt. Claire was less enthusiastic. It always felt weird having her father see her boobs or pussy. But soon she was naked, and before she knew it she was receiving her nightly cunt spanking, as her friend watched. Stephanie came down from upstairs, already naked, and also watched. Claire was at least happy that she didn’t cum from the beating this time.

When it was done, she excused herself to go shower, without explaining exactly what she wanted to shower off. She left Steph and Kitten downstairs, and ran to the bathroom, where she showered while pissing and rubbing her cunt.

When she came downstairs, she found Steph cooking lasagna, naked, in the kitchen. But Claire froze when she saw what Kitten and her father were doing. Kitten had her father’s cock out and was idly pumping it while the two of them stared at Steph’s naked body. Steph was blushing and trying to pretend nothing was happening.

“I’m just helping your friend Kitten out,” her father said. “She apparently finds her dinner much tastier when there’s cum on it.” He sighed happily as Kitten rubbed his penis. “And she’s been telling me about some of the things your work wants you to do, to help you to be a better girl. Apparently you need to be doing your chores around the house nude? That shouldn’t be a problem. And you need to spend an hour a week crawling on all fours? You can do that here around the house, honey.”

Claire went stiff. Had Kitten told her father everything? About how she had to piss? And masturbate? And let a new man grope her every week? She looked for signs on her father’s face that he knew these things, but all she could see was the pleasure of the handjob he was receiving.

“These are good rules,” he was saying. “You and your sister were always brats. Learning a bit of submission, and learning that things like your clothes are a privilege that you earn, should be good for you.”

The rest of the night was an exercise in humiliation for Claire. When Steph finished the cooking, Kitten led Claire’s father to Kitten’s plate by his cock, and then finished jerking him off. Her father moaned happily and sprayed Kitten’s plate with his cum. Claire had never seen her father orgasming before, and never seen him ejaculate; now she had, and she felt sluttier for the experience.

Kitten poured a glass of wine for Claire’s father, and then poured all the girls cordial. Claire noted that Steph drank hers without comment. She wondered what Steph would say if she knew she was drinking piss and cunt juices. Claire sipped on hers eagerly.

The nude girls ate their food mostly in silence. Claire watched Kitten eating her cum-soaked meal and apparently enjoying it. When it came time for seconds, Claire’s father had no more cum to flavour Kitten’s second plate, so Kitten instead gave a repeat performance of her stunt from the last time she came for dinner. She scooped up portions of lasagna and then stuffed them into her cunt. Then she rubbed her legs together to squish all the food in her pussy, and then she dug it out and ate it.

As before, Claire’s father had Kitten feed some of the cunty mess to Claire and Steph. When all the food was gone, Kitten’s cunt was still messy from the mince and cheese, so Claire’s father told Steph to clean it “since she was a lezbo anyway”. Steph eagerly knelt between Kitten’s legs and licked Kitten’s pussy clean, while Claire’s father watched, his dick hardening again.

After dinner Claire needed to piss, but her father wouldn’t let her leave the table. She ended up with Kitten kneeling between her legs, holding a glass to her pussy, while Claire, blushing furiously, urinated in front of her sister and father. She filled the glass with her urine, then blushed further as Kitten licked the last drops of piss from her labia before returning to the table to sip at the glass of Claire’s pee.

The night ended the same way as Kitten’s last visit, with Kitten noisily fucking Claire’s father in his bedroom, while Claire and Steph slept naked in the next room. Both girls were deeply horny, and when Steph started to kiss Claire, Claire kissed back passionately. Both girls found themselves rubbing their pussies as they kissed, unable to control themselves, and before long Claire was moaning her orgasm into her sister’s mouth as her body shook and shuddered in ecstasy.

And Claire’s last thought before she fell asleep was that there hadn’t been a waking moment today that she hadn’t been sexually degraded; that she couldn’t remember how many cocks she’d sucked or how much piss she’d drunk; that she had kissed her sister while she orgasmed and urinated in front of her father; and that she couldn’t control herself. She was a slut, and she couldn’t stop being a slut, and she hated herself.

‘You are a slut,’ said her earbuds. ‘You are a dirty lezbo slut. You deserve to be raped.’

(To be continued…)

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