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Jay is a 40 year old married man who has his eye on Tristen his daughters friend. A few weeks ago Tristen busted Jay masturbating and they both ended up pleasuring themselves in front of each other.

Tristen, My Daughter’s Friend (Chapter 2)

Weeks had gone by since Jay had a little borderline fun with Tristen, his oldest daughter’s friend. She had spent the night with Anna and come downstairs to get some water when she discovered that Mr. Wells had been jerking off. A little open and honest talk began and they talked through the embarrassment and turned it into a little fun when Jay suggested that they pleasure themselves while watching each other and it wouldn’t be crossing the line.

Jay discovered that their little play session had only increased his passion for Tristen and he found himself only thinking about her most of the time now and not Anna’s other friends. He wondered if Tristen kept her word and did not mention it to anyone else. He knew she was a polite and respectful girl and that his secret was probably safe, after all she willing did the same thing right in front of him too.

One night during the week at supper Anna announced that Tristen was going to come over and spend the night again with her on Friday night after the football game. Jay tried not to act too excited when he heard the news. He thought about reenacting the same timeline that he did last time and maybe Tristen might want to do the same thing again with him. The weekend couldn’t come fast enough.

Friday night came and around 11:00pm both Anna and Tristen came home from the game. Anna was in her cheerleading uniform and Tristen was all painted up with body paint in the school colors. She had hand prints all over her legs and on the back of her white shorts across her ass cheeks. Her shirt was a ripped sleeveless white t-shirt that had been painted on and also had to hand prints across where her chest was. Jay looked at Tristen and smiled at her silently trying to read what might be on her mind. “Hey Mr. Wells” said Tristen. “You missed a good game” she added. “Yeah, sounds like it. I had to finish up somethings around here tonight” he said.

The girls came in excited and Anna told her dad that they had won the game in overtime. They put their things down and went to the kitchen for some sodas and snacks. Jay listened to the girl’s conversation as they talking and laughed in the kitchen. He heard Anna say how bad she needed a shower because she was so sweaty and Tristen pipped in saying she had to clean off all the paint from her body too before changing into her PJ’s. He heard Anna suggest “we should just take one together” and that gave him an idea. One he had not been brave enough to try yet when Anna had her friends over.

Jay quickly ran upstairs with his phone and went into the girl’s bathroom. He took his phone out and opened up the video app and then placed his phone on the back of the shelf that stood over the toilet facing the shower. He darted out of the bathroom before anyone saw him in there and then went back down stairs. Jay’s wife went to bed because she had to work the next day and the others went down also.

The girls went upstairs with their stuff and got ready to get in the shower. Jay hoped that they would be too occupied talking about other things and not notice the tiny iPhone propped up and partially hidden from sight. The girls went in the bathroom and were in there for about 20 minutes before they came out and went to Anna’s room. Jay went back into the bathroom when the coast was clear and retrieved his phone and took it downstairs to watch his movie.

Jay watched the girls turn on the water and then begin to disrobe themselves in front of the camera. Anna got out of her cheer uniform quickly and then as Tristen was dropping her shorts down on the ground Anna grabbed Tristen’s shirt and lifted it over her head. Jay was amazed at how girls were different than guys and they didn’t seem to have a problem showering together, like guys would. The girls stood there naked waiting on the water to heat up before stepping into the shower. Jay was amazed at the size of their breasts and the mature patch of pubic hair that each of them had. Tristen’s tits were bigger than Jay’s wife, he remember exactly how they looked when he saw them for the first time a few weeks ago.
Anna was beautiful too, she looked just like her mother did when Jay first met her in college. Jay focused his attention on Tristen more than his daughter Anna.

They girls hopped in the tub and began to soak their bodies with the hot water and Tristen scrubbed off the paint from her skin. The shower curtain was clear but after the steam filled the room it was harder to see. Jay could still make out their figures and general motions. After a few minutes Jay saw Anna turn toward Tristen and put her arms around her. The girls embraced and before Jay realized it, they begin to kiss. “What!” Jay thought to himself. He could not believe his eyes. His daughter was kissing Tristen and they were holding each other closely. Jay watched as their hands caressed each other’s bodies and Tristen knelt down and began to kiss and suck on Anna’s breasts. They swapped positions and Anna did the same thing to Tristen. Jay saw Anna’s hand go between Tristen’s legs and begin to pleasure her. Jay could not believe this shocking new revelation about his daughter and her best friend that he admired so much. As shocked as he was about it, he was also turned on from watching the two girls enjoy their steamy shower.

Tristen got down on her knees and Anna put her leg up on the side of the tub and Tristen started kissing and licking her between her legs. Anna moaned more as Tristen went down on her for several minutes. Soon they stopped their shower and got out to dry off with their towels. Jay watched their soft young bodies drip with water from the shower as they stood there just feet away from the hidden camera.

The girls got dressed and left the bathroom, Jay stopped the video. “Wow” Jay said to himself, He knew that several of Anna’s friends were lesbians, but he never suspected his own daughter or Tristen who seemed like the quiet and shy girl of all her friends.

The girls dried their hair after a while back in the bathroom and then went back into Anna’s room. The house became quiet and Jay ponder the events that he had just discovered. Jay was turned on from watching the video and was harder than he had been in a long time because of seeing Tristen completely naked again and what the two girls had done.

Jay wonder what the two girls might be doing in Anna’s room now. He got harder thinking about the two of them sharing a bed. Jay thought it was about time to pull his dick out and have a little fun. He wished that Tristen would come down stairs again like she did last time but it seemed as if it was going to be a solo session tonight. Jay pulled his shorts down slightly and began to stroke his cock while he looked at the video again.

Jay enjoyed himself for several minutes until he received a text from Tristen. He had her number in his phone when they needed to text each other about favors and work and school items. Jay opened the message from Tristen and it read “Hey, are you staying up late watching a movie again tonight?” Jay was excited he knew that she had been thinking the same thing he had. He quickly responded “yes! I would love you to come down and join me later if you want to.” Tristen sent a simple “OK” with a heart emoji back in response.

Jay was excited again as it seemed he would be enjoying another night of borderline fun with his daughter’s friend. A few minutes went by and Jay received another text from Tristen, “She almost asleep” it read. Soon after that text he received a picture message from her. Jay opened it and he was pleased to see a picture of Tristen with her shirt up and her hand cupped under one of her breasts. Jay stared at her picture for the longest time and examined every inch of her curves and nipples.

After about 20 minutes Tristen slowly opened the bedroom door and slipped down the stairs and sat on the couch next to Jay. Tristen whispered “I know we said that what we did last time was a one-time event but I really have been thinking about you and how hot it was.” Jay smiled and said “It’s Ok, I have been the same way too. I can’t get you off my mind either.”

Tristen had on some brightly colored socks and the same gray short booty shorts she had last time with a different t-shirt. Jay had on a pair of athletic shorts that had a draw string waistband and were easy to pull down an up. “This time could we try something a little different” Jay suggested. “Like what” she responded. “Maybe we can sit right here next to each other and play. I like the idea of being closer to you” he added.

Tristen agreed and they both sat next to each other on the couch and Jay slowly lowered his shorts revealing his thick cock. He stroked it slowly as Tristen watch him with eyes wide. She pulled her arms out of her shirt and then lifted it over her tits again like last time. She also pulled her shorts and panties down and completely off. Jay followed her lead and pulled his shorts completely off.

Tristen opened her legs and gave Jay a better few of her puffy pussy lips. He looked down and saw the few untouched pubic hairs that had not been shaven off just above her slit. Jay loved that their legs were touching each other as they sat on the couch pleasuring themselves. Jay wanted so bad to touch her young body more. He took his free hand and put it around her back like a side hug and pulled her closer to him. Tristen rested her free arm on top of Jay’s legs just inches away from his dick. Jay could feel the sides of Tristen’s breasts barely touching his side.

“God I wish your fingers were doing this” Tristen suggested. “I know, me too” said Jay. Jay moved his hands up higher closer to her breasts and he could feel the sides of them barely with his fingertips. Tristen added “I know you are married but I really want to touch you so bad.” Jay gave in and decided that the line was maybe a little too conservative saying “Why don’t we just make each other cum. It’s not like we would be having sex.” “Yeah” Tristen quickly agreed. “I’ll do you first” Jay offered as he took his hands from his dick and reached over into her lap putting his hand on top of Tristen’s and began to slip his finger between hers and find her pussy. Jay couldn’t believe he had his hands on his daughter’s friend’s pussy and it felt exhilarating. It felt awkward for Jay to reach all the way cross his body to her to pleasure her and he could not get his full range of motion.

“Let’s lay down, and I’ll lay down behind you.” Jay suggested. They laid across the couch spooning each other naked and Jay moved his arm around and between her legs and began to stroke her pussy faster and faster. He alternated between rubbing her clit with fingering her with two of his middle fingers. He would go as deep as he could feeling the base of her pussy against the palm of his hands and her soaking wet pussy lips touching his hand and fingers.

Tristen guided his hand with hers as he pleasured her. She loved the touch of his arm with hers and his hairy arms against her body. Jay’s hard cock was sandwiched between her ass cheeks and he couldn’t help but press it into her from time to time as he was enjoying himself. Tristen would return the favor and press her ass into his dick when he would stop. Jay smelled the lovely scent of her freshly shampooed hair and it brought back memories of what he had discovered in his secret video. He caressed her arm and her breast with his other hand while he continued working her pussy with his other. He leaned forward to smell her hair and he gave the back of her neck a few soft kisses. “Mmm” Tristen let out a moan letting Jay know that he was doing a good job.

“I have an idea” Tristen said. “Sit up and I’ll sit on your lap.” “Okay” Jay agreed and Jay sat on the edge of the couch and Tristen straddled him facing the same direction and sat on his legs as close to him as she could. Jay resumed fingering her and rubbing her clit with greater ease now. His other hand reached easily around front and caressed her tits. He cupped them in his hand and held her nipple between his thumb and fingers while he kissed her neck more. Tristen turned and looked at Jay and kissed his lips with a lot of passion.

They kissed more and Jay opened his mouth to slide his tongue inside her mouth. Tristen felt his tongue enter her mouth and twirl around her tongue. She felt Jay take her lower lip into her mouth and suck on it hard. The extra contact got both of them highly aroused. Jay’s dick was hard as a rock and pressing against her ass and barely peeking out between her legs. “Oh god, this feels so good” Tristen said. As she began to bounce up and down more reaching closer to climaxing. “I want to fuck you so bad right now” Jay said back to her. “I don’t care, if you want to we can.” Tristen responded. Jay thought about it for about half a second and said “Yes, god please!”

Tristen raised up off of Jay’s lap and grabbed his hard cock and positioned it directly under the entrance to her pussy. “I’m a virgin” she quickly announced as if she had forgotten about it until then. “Mmm” Jay said as he smiled. “It’ won’t hurt that bad, the pleasure far outweighs the pain” he added. Tristen lowered herself a few inches and Jay’s thick cock entered her pussy. She bounced up and down on it a few times and then pushed harder as it went deeper inside her. “Oh God yess!” Tristen said as Jay felt the base of his cock being squeezed by her vaginal opening. Jay ran his hands all over her beautiful body. First his hands held her sides and legs and then he moved them cupping her breasts while she rode his hard cock.

Jay couldn’t believe they had gone so quickly from just watching each other masturbate to full blown intercourse. He knew it wouldn’t be long before her virgin pussy was causing him to explode. Jay returned his hands between her legs and started rubbing her clit while his dick was working her like a sowing machine. Tristen began to moan more and louder as she reached near a climax too. It was so loud that Jay worried it might wake someone else in the house up.

“Oh god YESS!” Tristen let out a scream and Tristen slammed herself down hard into Jay’s lap. Worried about her noise only slightly Jay instinctively put his hands over her mouth to muffle the scream. Tristen quieted down but then she took Jay’s fingers in her mouth and began to lick and suck off all her wetness from her pussy. “Mmm” she moaned as she cleaned Jay’s fingers off and sat still recovering from her cum.

“You like the taste of pussy?” Jay said with a smile. “Mmm, yes” Tristen admitted to it as Jay was recalling the shower scene he watched earlier. Tristen stood up and Jay looked down at his hard dick it was covered in her pussy juice. “I like it as much as I like cum. Do you mind if I clean you off” she said. “Please!” Jay insisted. She got down on her knees and took his dick in her hand and then lowered her mouth on to it and began sucking his dick. She licked all the way up his shaft on different sides lapping up the tasty juices. Jay knew it wouldn’t be long before he gave her some cum to enjoy too. He wonder if he should bring up what he saw in the bathroom or just leave it alone.

“Have you ever tasted another girl’s pussy” Jay asked innocently. Tristen looked at him and smiled as she continued to suck on his dick and stroke it between taking breaths. “Cause even if you did, I wouldn’t care” Jay added, “…even if it was with Anna.” Tristen knew something was up and she smiled and asked Jay what he knew. Jay admitted to his recording and showed Tristen the video he had made secretly. Tristen laughed and said “OMG that’s hot” as she watched it while she sucked Jays dick. Relieved, Jay could now enjoy himself knowing that his life was going to get a lot more fun over the next year. Jay felt his body start to shiver and he knew he was about blow his load. “Oh god, I’m gonna cum!” he said and Tristen took his dick out and opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue while she fiercely stroked his cock. “Ohh, yes!” Jay said as he watched several streams of his cum launch into Tristen’s mouth and on her tongue. She moved her tongue to the tip of his dick and lapped up the rest that was oozing out.

Jay laid back against the couch and enjoyed the feeling of his daughter’s friend pleasing him well. The two of them cleaned up and put their clothes back on and Tristen turned to Jay and they agreed not to tell Anna about what Jay had done. Jay grabbed Tristen one last time and kissed her deeply and held her close to him. Tristen snuck back upstairs into Anna’s bedroom and went to bed with a smile on her face. Jay turned the lights out and went up to his room and went to sleep.

(to be continued…)

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Nicole’s second day of learning about horses as a ponygirl goes on the road with some interesting results as some local young men get involved.

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Saturday night in the barn was terrible for Nicole. It wasn’t that she was tied up in a stall. It wasn’t that she had only the weird-tasting water to drink. It wasn’t even that she again spent almost two hours with her front hooves against the back wall totally emptying herself. It was the fact that with her front hooves in place she couldn’t cum. The hoof gloves totally encased her fingers and the hooves on the end of the gloves were too heavy and rough to stroke herself. The leather of the gloves was even too rough to rub against her cleft. So after the pill and suppository had done their thing and Nicole had cleaned herself off in the big trough of water, she leaned into the front corner of the stall and whimpered in frustration until she finally fell asleep.

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Annabelle’s shout of “Rise and shine, cowgirl, we have places to go,” brought Nicole instantly awake. She tried to make Annabelle understand her need, but all that happened was that Annabelle softly stroked her head and murmured, “I know. I know, my naked little cowgirl. Learning is sometimes hard. But this is the last day I will use this to help you learn.”

“Learn what?” Nicole thought. “How to be a ponygirl?” Then she realized that being a ponygirl came pretty naturally to her. It had to be something else. But what? “Oh, yeah,” she finally thought, “horses aren’t really stupid. We just don’t understand them.”

She wanted to cry out, “I understand! I understand!” But it just came out as very agitated mumbling. In response, Annabelle pressed a lump of sugar into her mouth and stroked her hair. Another lump of sugar and some soft words and Nicole settled down enough that Annabelle could tack her up and lead her out of the barn. Annabelle was wearing her jockey hat and the ponygirl cart was again in the middle of the barnyard, but the pickup truck and trailer were nowhere to be seen.

Annabelle put Nicole in place between the poles of the cart and said, “I thought we would go over to Mistress Joan’s place and show her how you have progressed.” She chuckled and said, “Besides, I have to return the equipment I borrowed from her and Frank needed the pickup for some farm work.”

A few minutes later, Annabelle was seated in the cart. With a stern “Giddyup” and a sharp crack of the whip on Nicole’s ass they started up the driveway. Nicole didn’t know if she was afraid or turned on or both as they turned onto the gravel road in front of the farm. This wasn’t a back pasture. This was a public road, albeit a seldom-used road. But still, she was dressed up in public like a ponygirl and running naked for all the world to see.

The cart rolled much easier over the gravel than it had the grassy pasture and soon Nicole was jogging– or should that be trotting– along at a good pace. She kept herself in shape and often ran long distances at the gym or in the park. This wasn’t much different except that she was pulling Annabelle behind her in a cart… and of course, she was naked.

She could see the highway up ahead and again fear and sexual excitement filled her. She could see traffic on the highway and they could probably see her. Then Annabelle pulled sharply on the right reins and turned onto a narrow tar-gravel road that Nicole hadn’t noticed before. The macadam road was in very good shape and the cart rolled even more smoothly. Soon Nicole was luxuriating in the wind blowing over her body as she entered what was known as a “runner’s high.”

She was almost unaware of where she actually was… until the loud sound of an automobile horn and Annabelle’s strong pull on the reins brought her to a halt on the side of the road. She could hear voices– male voices!– behind her.

One voice called out loudly, “Holy shit! A real, live, ponygirl.”

Nicole shuddered as a glow of shame spread heat over her body. Soon a different heat was glowing between her legs. She wanted to turn around and see who these men were, but the posture collar and blinders kept her facing straight ahead.

Another voice, slightly deeper, said, “I’d fuck that in the barn all night.”

Nicole groaned loudly. In response, Annabelle smacked her lightly on the ass and said sternly, “Behave yourself, cowgirl!”

A third voice asked, “May we look at her closer, Ma’am?”

Annabelle replied curtly, “Yes, you may look. But no touching. And no photographs.”

The sound of two car doors slamming caused Nicole to quiver in fear and excitement. Then they came into view. There were three of them. They all appeared to be in their early twenties. One of them, a thin young man with a very well-trimmed beard stepped forward and pointed to the small silver sleighbells hanging between Nicole’s breasts.

“Don’t those hurt?” he asked.

Nicole looked back at him with wide eyes. She tried to shrug and say, “A little,” but her tongue was unable to move properly with the bit in her mouth.

“Wow,” another said, “she has a bit in her mouth and everything.” Then he stepped forward and softly stroked Nicole’s left breast.

Nicole shuddered and let out a deep groan. Annabelle barked out sharply, “I said no touching!”

“But she needs touching,” the man with the deep voice said. He was taller than the other two and had a very muscular body. He stepped between his two friends and softly grabbed both breasts in his massive hands.

Nicole groaned even louder, shuddered heavily, and almost fell to the ground.

“See,” the thin man said, “she needs touching.”

“She needs even more than that,” the bass voiced man said, “she needs fucking… and fucking hard.”

Nicole twisted in her belt as much as she could so that she could look at Annabelle. Her frantic face and her cries of “…ease …ease …ease” caused Annabelle to get out of the cart and join the three young men in front of Nicole.

“Please what?” Annabelle said. “Do you want these three young men to fuck you?”

Nicole felt herself burning with shame. But she was burning even more with need so she neighed loudly and stamped her hoof three times.

“I guess she wants to be fucked,” Annabelle said. “But she stays in the traces and her tail stays in place.”

She then released the leather strip that held Nicole’s front hooves up in the air, unclipped the front two D-rings on the belt, and said sharply, “All four feet on the ground, cowgirl. These young men want to fuck you.”

Nicole groaned and shuddered as she put her front hooves on the ground. Then she shook her ass back and forth so that her tail would wag slightly.

“Who’s first?” Annabelle said and the deep voice answered, “That would be me.”

A few moments later the same voice said, “Are you sure this tail doesn’t come off? It’s going to get in the way.”

“She can’t raise it like a mare in heat,” Annabelle said with a laugh, “so I guess I’ll have to tie it up on her back. We have to do that sometimes with mares who don’t properly raise their tails when we mate them.”

Nicole felt something thin– probably a leather strip– being tied around her waist just above the heavy belt. A moment later she felt a slight tug as her tail was pulled up onto her back and tied to the thin strip.

Annabelle’s voice then said, “There you go, cowgirl. You look just like a mare in heat.”

In response Nicole neighed loudly and shook her head up and down. All three young men laughed and the heat of shame Nicole was feeling became nearly enough to set her on fire.

Then she felt a soft hand rubbing her cunt. Her groan of “esss… esss… esss” was deep and throaty.

The young man had a little trouble lining things up… probably because it was awkward standing in the traces between Nicole and the front of the cart… but he slid in easily once he was on target. Nicole responded with a deep groan and pushed herself back against him. He quickly began thrusting, holding on to Nicole’s hips to drive himself hard into her very aching and needy cunt.

Nicole had no idea how long he continued to thrust. All she knew was that the fires were growing hotter and soon she would reach the top of orgasm mountain. He must have somehow sensed that she was ready because suddenly he made two or three really strong thrusts and then held tight against her as he spurted inside her.

It may or may not have been on purpose, but Nicole’s cries as she climaxed sounded very much like an excited horse’s neigh.

Nicole was still breathing very deeply when the second man entered her. While he was pumping, the thin man stood in front of her and squeezed her tits. Her cries when she climaxed this time were much more human-sounding. They were long, drawn-out, animal groans.

The thin young man was the last to enter her. She expected his prick to be thin like he was, but she didn’t expect it to be so long. Her eyes went wide the first time he touched her cervix. She was grunting loudly and slamming back against him with each thrust when she heard the deep voice right in front of her ask, “Is it OK if I try something? I’ve always wondered if it were possible and this is my chance to find out.”

“As long as she agrees,” Annabelle said. “But if she stomps her hoof you have to stop. OK?”

“OK,” the deep voice said and Nicole felt a large hand lifting her head slightly. She was surprised that the posture collar didn’t prevent her from looking up, but then she hadn’t tried to look at the ceiling or sky with it on.

The man was holding his prick in his hands. It was stiff and ready.

“I think you know what I want to try,” he said in his deep voice. “If you are willing, just open your mouth and I will do the rest.”

Normally Nicole didn’t like blow jobs, but there was nothing normal about today. So she opened her mouth wide and tried to move toward the penis in front of her face.

She had expected the larger man’s prick to match his size and it did… sort of. It was of average length, but it was a very fat sausage that tried to slide into her mouth. It felt at first as if her jaw would dislocate. Then the fat prick slid over the rubber bit and against the back of her tongue. She knew that she shouldn’t find it sexually exciting, but with the thin man’s prick bouncing against her cervix and the rocking motion of him fucking her swinging the jingle bells hanging from her nipples and the fact that this was all happening on a public road, she just couldn’t help herself. She sucked greedily on the fat sausage in her mouth and rocked back and forth slamming first against the thin man and then into the crotch of the big man with the bass voice.

She could feel a tremendous orgasm boiling up inside her. This was the type of orgasm that she had come to the farm seeking– no, it was many times greater even than that. It was as if the volcano of heat that had been within her for so many hours erupted into her mind, overwhelming her mind and body. She felt herself shaking as the most intense feelings she had ever experienced swept over her body like a tsunami.

That wave of feelings was followed by a trough of darkness. She felt her legs giving out beneath her as she crumpled to the ground. It was a wonderful darkness that felt so warm and safe. She didn’t want to leave that marvelous place of bliss, but she could hear a voice calling out to her, “Cowgirl? Are you there? Come on, my naked little cowgirl, open your eyes.”

She slowly opened her eyes to find herself on her knees and elbows on the hot surface of the road. Annabelle was sitting on the road in front of her, cradling her head in her lap.

“Are you sure you’re OK?” Annabelle asked.

“Can you die of pleasure?” Nicole asked shakily. She was surprised at her own voice, but then realized that Annabelle must have taken the bit out of her mouth.

Annabelle laughed lightly and said, “I don’t think so,” and Nicole responded, “Then I’m OK.”

“Can you stand up?” Annabelle asked. “Or at least get up onto your four hooves.”

Nicole grunted slightly as she first put her front hooves on the road and then pushed herself up onto her back hooves. She steadied herself on her four hooves for a moment and then straightened herself up. She was surprised to find that she was still attached to the traces of the cart, but quickly straightened herself around so that she could stand easily between the metal poles.

“Where are the guys?” she asked.

“I told them to leave,” Annabelle said. Then she added, “You might meet them later.”

“That was fun,” Nicole said with a strange, silly smile.

“Do you think you can make it to Mistress Joan’s house?” Annabelle asked. “It’s a couple more miles down the road.”

“I’m up for anything now,” Nicole answered. Then she neighed loudly three times and stomped her foot with each neigh.

Annabelle looked at her and shook her head. “You are kinkier than me… or any of my friends,” she said almost laughing. “I think we are made for each other.”

Annabelle carefully checked Nicole’s arms and legs for any injuries and then reattached the other two clips which secured the belt to the traces. She held up the rubber bit and Nicole opened her mouth wide to accept it.

A few minutes later a loud “Giddyup” and a crack on the ass started Nicole once again down the road. She was running for quite a while before she realized that Annabelle had not reattached the leather strip which held her front hooves approximately at shoulder height in front of her. She was holding them there by herself. It just felt natural.

She was sweaty and becoming slightly out of breath when she saw Mistress Joan’s farm in the distance. She started to speed up, but Annabelle pulled back slightly on the reins and called out, “Pace yourself, cowgirl. It’s farther than it looks.”

It was. It was almost an hour later when they finally turned down the lane toward Mistress Joan’s stables. Nicole was sweating profusely and breathing very hard when they finally stopped in front of Mistress Joan’s barn.

Mistress Joan came out to meet them. “It looks like you had a hard ride,” she said brightly to Annabelle. Then she started getting Nicole out of the ponygirl tack.

When she finally had the boots and gloves off of Nicole she said, “I’m going to have to have mare clean these.” She looked at Nicole and continued, “There seems to be a lot more than just sweat on these.”

“Long story,” Annabelle said. Then she looked at Nicole and asked, “If you were truly a horse, what should be done?”

Nicole thought for a moment and then said, “If I cared about the horse, I would curry comb it and wipe it down and then give it fresh hay and feed.”

“And what else?” Mistress Joan asked.

Nicole looked lost for a while and then suddenly said, “I would tell it that it did a good job and that it was a good horse.”

Annabelle said, “Cowgirl, you did a good job and you are a very good ponygirl.”

“Thank you,” Nicole said with a partial smile. Then she added, “I think.”

“And since you are not a true horse, what should be done?”

“A shower?” Nicole said. “Or perhaps a bath?”

“Or maybe a shower and then a nice dip in a big pool?” Mistress Joan said as she led Nicole over to a small building next to the house. “The shower’s in there,” she said firmly, “and the pool is on the other side. Mistress Ann and I will be waiting for you there when you get yourself cleaned up.”

When Nicole came out of the shower house, Annabelle and Joan were swimming in the pool. A very black African-American young woman was cooking hamburgers over a grill. All three of them were naked.

When Nicole got to the edge of the pool, Mistress Joan said, “Cowgirl, this is mare, my sub.” She laughed slightly and said, “She really wanted to be called black beauty, but I chose to name her mare.”

The young woman spoke very softly, “But Mistress Joan uses my special name when I have especially pleased her.”

“Yes, my black beauty,” Mistress Joan said, “when you especially please me, I call you black beauty… because that is what you are.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” mare said softly.

“Join us in the pool for a little while,” Annabelle said. “Supper will be ready shortly.”

The water felt cool and wonderful to Nicole’s aching muscles. She floated happily in the water until mare called out, “Supper is ready.”

The three women walked up the steps out of the pool together, but Nicole quickly fell in line behind Annabelle. There were only two plates set at the round table next to the pool. Another two plates were set on a smaller square table just back from that. Mare pointed to Nicole and then at the square table. Nicole understood and stepped aside while mare served Mistress Joan and Mistress Ann. Then the two of them sat at the servant’s table and ate.

After the meal was finished, Annabelle and Mistress Joan lay on two of the lounge chairs which were set out by the pool. Annabelle called to Nicole, “Cowgirl, I watched you get your fill of pleasure out on the road. I think it’s time you gave me a little pleasure, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress Ann,” Nicole said automatically.

As she lowered herself down between Annabelle’s legs, she could see mare doing the same for Mistress Joan. Nothing was said, but somehow both girls decided that they would race to see who could take her Mistress to the top fastest.

It was a tie, or at least both Mistresses allowed themselves to cum at the same time. Mare continued to softly lick and nuzzle even after Mistress Joan had climaxed. Nicole imitated her and was pleased to hear Mistress Ann’s soft murmurs of pleasure.

After a long while, Annabelle said, “I think it is time for us to be getting back to the farm. Cowgirl has to drive back into the city yet tonight.”

Mistress Joan said, “I will get dressed and drive you back. Mare can clean up things here.”

While they were riding back to the farm, Annabelle said softly to Nicole. “I think you have now experienced everything you need to experience to make your decision… except one thing. Come out next weekend and Saturday I will show you how I will punish you if you misbehave. Then, if you still want to be my slave, we will have a special ceremony on Sunday. Does that sound good to you?”

Nicole looked at her and said, “Next Friday night, eight pm, naked.”

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Claire’s reluctant work at the woman-demeaning lobby group “Titcage” is transforming her life into that of a slut.

Chapter 21
THE NEW GIRLS

The next morning Claire masturbated in bed as her clit ring hummed and her sister tongue-kissed her. She didn’t let herself orgasm this time, and then continued her masturbation as she pissed in the shower, still not cumming.

She went through her clothes, taking all the conservative ones and placing them into a garbage bag, until she was satisfied that everything she had left accentuated her tits or ass or pussy or was otherwise scandalous in some way. (She decided to keep a perfectly concealing pink shirt that had ‘FLIRT’ written on it, for example.) She chose to wear for herself a very short pink skirt, and a white button-up shirt that she tied off below her tits.

Then she went downstairs, got a cunt spanking from her father, and went off to work with her cunt aching with pain and lust.

Michael’s “panties” for the day was a small weight on a half-foot length of chain, to be clipped to her clit ring. It wasn’t too painful but it was very distracting. She found when she walked it would swing back and forth in a way that made her pussy wet, and that sometimes it would catch on her leg and end up pulling painfully on her clitoris.

Michael also had an announcement for her. Well, for the office really, but also for her. Three new girls were starting today, to replace three of the higher-ranked sluts who were transferring to other offices. Among the transferees were Toy and Pussy, who Claire had learned were really Fucktoy and Bitchpussy.

The new girls were all Z grade, and clearly had no idea what they were getting into. Their names were Kimberly (an attractive, toned brunette), Sarah (a busty blonde former cheerleader), and Samantha (a petite, bratty blonde). Claire had a wave of mixed feelings on seeing them.

First she felt contempt. These girls looked exactly like the stupid sluts that Claire blackmailed every day. She could almost picture them nude and masturbating, while crying. That thought set off a wave of lust. As per her rules, Claire was staring at their tits, and she suddenly wanted to touch those tits, and see them naked. She wanted to see their cunts. Would they have cute little peach-like twats, or elongated labia just right for tugging on, or a long clitoris that stuck out just begging to be pinched? Then she felt a little bit happy. These sluts were going to be just like her, pissing standing up and sucking on pig cum. The more girls who acted like that, the more normal Claire would be, and the less she’d have to hate herself for being such a slut.

Michael introduced Claire to the new girls in his office. ‘Hi, I’m Twat,’ Claire said, blushing. She felt horrible and gross saying it. She was glad she was staring at the girls’ tits, because it meant she didn’t have to see the shocked and repulsed looks on their faces.

“Twat will show you around and get you set up,” said Michael to the girls. As Claire led them off to their workstations, she could hear Samantha and Sarah giggling behind her, probably about her name, and she instantly wanted to hurt them. She wanted to beat their tits and their cunt with her hands. Then she realised that they could see her clit weight, hanging down beneath the hem of her skirt, and she wanted to die.

She showed them to their seats, and got them set up with the kind of cataloguing and tagging work that Claire herself had started on. She showed them the cordial cooler, without explaining what it was made of, and gave them each a Slut Stick without explaining its contents. She took pleasure in watching them unsuspectingly suckle on pig cum as they worked. She decided not to show them the toilet yet, and let them have the same uncomfortable experience that she had.

Samantha, the bratty blonde, was the last to get set up. As the girl arranged her workspace, Claire got a glimpse of her pink satin panties beneath her skirt. The girl’s face was still smug and mocking, and Claire decided to make use of her new rank and get some progress to U Grade while taking this know-it-all whore down a peg.

‘What are those panties you’re wearing, slut?’ she said. Samantha jumped, and tried to pull down the hem of her skirt.

‘What?’ Samantha asked, confused.

‘What kind of place do you think we’re running here? Do you think you can just go around flashing your slut panties and get special treatment?’

‘No…’ said Samantha, frightened now.

‘Take them off,’ said Claire.

Samantha looked around for support, not believing what was happening. She saw none. Most of the staff were looking at her expectantly.

‘Here?’ she asked, on the verge of tears.

‘Now,’ said Claire.

Slowly Samantha reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down. She did it awkwardly, knowing that bending at the waist would show her bare ass and pussy, and yet not really having enough room to squat, backed up against the desk by Claire as she was. She compromised on a half-squat, half-bend, and almost fell over. Claire got a good look at her pussy anyway. It was cute, shaved, and well-proportioned.

When the panties were off, Claire snatched them out of Samantha’s hand. She placed them on Samantha’s desk, and smoothed them out to make them as visible as possible. ‘These stay here,’ she said. ‘If you feel you must wear slut lingerie, and you want to be raped that badly, you can put them back on at the end of the day before going home. Now get to work.’

Samantha sat down in her office chair, crying and humiliated, her panties laid out for the whole office to see. Claire walked away, and was suddenly aware that her pussy was gushing with moisture. She was so wet it was dribbling down her inner thighs. Unable to contain herself any longer, she walked past Slutkitten’s desk and grabbed her arm.

‘Come to the toilets with me,’ she said. A bewildered Slutkitten followed her to the toilets, where Claire hastily stripped out of her clothes. Kitten copied Claire, and as soon as both were naked, Claire pushed her up against the toilet wall and began to kiss her. With one hand she caressed Slutkitten’s face, and with the other she violently fingered her pussy. She hadn’t intended to piss as well, but she was used to urinating when she was in the toilets and without really thinking about it she soon found piss dribbling from her cunt onto Kitten’s legs. Kitten started to piss too, and the feeling of another girl’s warm urine on her legs brought Claire back to her very first lesbian experience with Sluthole, and suddenly Claire was orgasming, moaning loudly into Kitten’s mouth as she sucked on Kitten’s tongue.

She shuddered through the after-effects of the orgasm, and then backed away. Kitten was masturbating too, clearly wanting her own orgasm. ‘I’m sorry,’ said Claire. ‘I don’t know what came over me.’

‘It’s all right,’ said Kitten. ‘I love that you wanted to do it with me. I feel really special.’ She gasped, having touched just the right place on her own twat, and continued fingering herself.

Claire remembered some of her U-grade requirements. ‘Do you want to feel my breasts and pussy while you do that?’ she asked. Kitten gasped with happiness. ‘Yes!’ she replied. Claire stepped close to Kitten again, and let Kitten stroke her boobs and her labial mound until Kitten finally orgasmed.

They hugged afterwards, and Claire remembered something. ‘Kitten, when we do this… if I don’t please you….’

‘Yes?’ asked Kitten.

‘You should hurt me if I don’t please you,’ said Claire.

Kitten smiled. ‘I will. But you do please me. But you should do the same for me, you know.’

Claire smiled, and kissed her. Then they dressed and went back to work.

Claire hadn’t been at her desk long when she felt her chair being swivelled around by strong hands. She let herself spin, and found herself face to cock with Jim. Jim was looking down at her tits while he unzipped his pants. Claire was a little put off by the fact that he wasn’t saying anything, but her eyes were fixated on his crotch. A voice in her head had been telling her how much she loved sucking cock since she’d started on the tapes, and now here was Jim’s cock again. She opened her mouth in anticipation as Jim took his stiff dick out of his pants, and let him push his cock past her lips and onto her tongue.

Claire sucked on it happily, oblivious to the shocked looks she was getting from the three new girls. It felt just like the Slut Stick, only warmer, and it twitched in her mouth. It felt great, and her pussy was getting wet again already. Soon Jim orgasmed, ejaculating into her mouth, and she swallowed the sperm gratefully.

‘Thanks Twat,’ said Jim, patting her on the head like a pet.

‘Thank you,’ replied Claire, looking up at him. He tucked his cock back in his pants, and left her to get on with her work, the taste of semen in her mouth. Already her mouth felt empty, so she went back to suckling on her Slut Stick. When she sucked it down to the liquid centre, and tasted piss spilling out into her mouth, she swallowed it, finished the rest of the pig-cum candy, and then went to get another.

She had been thinking about the problematic aspects of her U-grade requirements, so at lunch she printed out some pornography from Titcage’s copious databases. She picked a picture of a crying bit-titted slut with her tits bound giving a blowjob to go on her desk, and two lesbians 69ing while a man whipped the ass of the topmost one to go in her wallet. She then printed several poster-sized options to take home for her bedroom.

She also called Ben and asked him to come visit her tonight. She hadn’t seen him in a while, and thought maybe he could solve one of her problems. She knew it was going to be humiliating, and felt herself starting to cry on the phone to him. She hung up before he could ask what was wrong.

After lunch she felt her chair being swivelled around again. She smiled, expecting it to be Jim and his cock again, but it was another man entirely. His name was David, and Claire hadn’t had much to do with him, as he worked in accounting. He was around 40 and much less attractive than Jim. And as Claire watched, he was getting his cock out.

Claire shook her head and tried to back away, but he grabbed her hair, and pulled her face towards his groin. He had his dick out now. It was thick and hairy and stiff. Claire kept her lips closed and felt it bang against her face and cheek.

‘Come on, Twat, you do this for Jim,’ said David. He slapped her lightly on the cheek. It didn’t hurt much but Claire felt her mouth pop open in shock. How dare he hit her! And as soon as her lips opened he pushed his cock into her mouth.

Claire had no choice but to suck on it. He had a firm grip on her hair and she couldn’t pull away. He used her hair to push her face back and forth on his cock as he fucked her mouth like it was a vagina. Claire started to cry. Soon he came, and for the second time that day she felt her mouth filling with a man’s sperm. She swallowed, to avoid choking, and David took his dick out of her mouth, wiped it clean on her cheek, and then stuck it back into his pants and walked away, without even thanking her.

Claire sat there, shocked, for a moment, and then went back to her work, trying to control her tears. Looking at the sluts in front of her begging her not to ruin their lives made her feel better. She had felt powerless as David raped her mouth, but at least she could take it out on these girls. The next three emails she sent out demanded that the sluts send in photos of them sticking pins into their own tits. As was usual, several sluts had also not replied to the blackmail emails, so she took pleasuring in plastering naked photos of them on Facebook and porn sites, and mailing them to the slut’s friends and family.

On her afternoon trip to the toilet she found Kimberley there, nude from the waist down, crying with humiliation as she pissed down her legs. Claire said nothing, just stared at the girl’s exposed cunt and rubbed her own pussy while pissing.

(To be continued…)

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One lady can’t keep a juicy piece of gossip from her girlfriend.

“Oh, shit,” she muttered, parting her lips from mine. “I totally forgot to tell you, Piper.”

“We’re making out in the bathroom five minutes before the first class of the new semester, and you just suddenly remember something, Emma?”

“Yes, smart-ass,” she giggled, backing away a tad. “I heard a rumor about our teacher, Ms. Lewis; supposedly, she left her last teaching job in another district because she got busted for having sex with students. Female students, I might add.”

“No, shit? Well, that is worthy of breaking up our make-out session. How did you hear about this?”

“I have a cousin that goes to college in that district, and she told me she heard that she took a job here at our college. My cousin couldn’t confirm it because the teacher changed her name, and never took a picture of her either. She wasn’t sure about it, but at least enough to mention it to me. It’s possible, but I thought it was definitely worth telling you too. I was too busy eyeballing your ass, tits, and pretty face this morning to remember it.”

“Okay, well, I already saw her this morning in the hallway; she is a sexy lady. She looks like she’s in her high twenties or early thirties.”

“What do you have a crush on her already, woman?” she giggled.

“S.T.F.U., now let’s go to class,” I suggested, before kissing her again.

Then we headed to the classroom and stayed together. My panties certainly got wet when I saw our teacher again, obviously this time, I knew she liked girls. As we held hands, I witnessed and felt Emma shake a bit, so I knew the feeling was mutual.

We sat down together again in the back and watched Ms. Lewis get ready to start teaching. Emma and I peeked at each other a few times, but seemed to be speechless for a moment. We also licked our lips, so we both liked seeing her.

“Damn, I know we’re in college, Piper, could she make her crack any bigger?”

“It’s possible, yes, smart-ass.”

We both leered at her jugs as they seemed to be begging to jump out of her blouse.

I looked away after ten seconds, but I pushed her arm somewhat. “Hey, don’t stare, Emma.”

“Jealous?”

“I love you,” I stated, before pecking her cheek.

“I love you too, but you’d love to see her naked, wouldn’t you?”

“Is that a trick question?”

“No, we’ve been together for a year and a half, and we’re even making out in the bathroom right before class, so I think we can be honest with each other. What if we had a threesome with her?”

“We haven’t even heard her speak, and you’re already planning a threesome?”

“Maybe.”

“Hello, I’m Ms. Lewis, and this is World History 150, and it’s nice to meet all of you.”

“Sexy voice from the graceful light brunette. I already know you have a thing for brunettes, Piper,” Emma whispered.

Needless to say, we didn’t learn a whole lot about world history. We checked out Ms. Lewis and eyefucked her even though we just met her. She seemed to have her shit together on being a teacher because she sounded relatively confident, but we still weren’t paying a lot of attention to her words.

“Don’t worry, babe, my panties are soaked too, don’t feel guilty.”

I chuckled and peeked at her. I signed ‘I love you.’ and lifted my skirt. “I’m not, woman.”

She kissed me as I let my skirt back down. So, with the knowledge that she probably had sex with female students before, we formed crushes, but didn’t push our luck by feeling our cherries. We both knew we definitely wanted to, but resisted.

“I’m so horny; I’m gonna rip your clothes off as soon as we get back to our dorm, I swear, Piper.”

“Good to know, I can’t wait.”

“Okay, that’s all for today; I’ll see you tomorrow, although, I don’t have any other classes today, so feel free to stay behind if you’d like to chat about the class anyway. If you didn’t hear, I’m brand new here, so I can’t tell you what’s where exactly, though,” Ms. Lewis said as class ended.

Then we both left and went back to our dorm.

As we got in there and shut the door, she yanked me to her and wrapped her arms around me. “I’m dead serious; there’s no reason to hide your attraction to another woman, whether it’s Ms. Lewis, Miranda, Jordyn, or Stephanie.”

“What about your mom?”

Her eyebrows rose. “You’re joking, right?”

“Yes, but she is pretty, so I can see where you get your beauty from, Emma,” I complimented her, playing with her hair.

She kissed me and went to her phone. I sat down on the couch and relaxed for a moment.

“Holy shit, it’s true, Piper!” she exclaimed, coming to me.

She sat down next to me and showed me her phone. “My cousin just sent me this video, I don’t know how she got this, but that’s her, Ms. Lewis is sitting down in a chair with some chick eating her out.”

“With her melons out and all. Wow, how did your cousin get this?”

Emma took her phone back. “Oh, that young lady is the girlfriend of my cousin’s, and my cousin filmed the video. Oh, seriously, Janine, you filmed your girlfriend, Carmen? You’re a horny tart, but I love you. This might be just shot with a cellphone, but shit, Ms. Lewis is smoking hot,” she moaned, letting her hand in her shorts.

“And you’re pleasing yourself to her now, Emma?”

“Feel free to do the same; we were both drooling over her just twenty minutes ago. Go ahead, rub that pussy, or we can rub each other’s, Piper. Don’t be so weird; just let your horny flag fly. Don’t be so uptight.”

I took her advice and let my right hand under my skirt and into my underwear. We masturbated together to some young chick we never met before licking Ms. Lewis’ twat. The video was only five minutes long, but she started it over a few times.

As we watched together, we didn’t talk, but I smooched her neck several times and felt her up with my free hand. She glanced at me a few times, but didn’t speak. We did kiss each other a few times, too, so we knew we were in love if we could do this together.

After the fourth time we watched it, she was about to restart it again, I stopped her. “How’s this for being uptight, chicky, let’s go see her right now. She’s gotta be there still, so let’s welcome her to the school.”

“I’m sorry, you want to welcome her to the school?”

“Yes, but with our clothes off, though.”

“Are you shitting me? Do you want to have sex with her? I was giving you shit about being uptight, but you don’t have to prove anything to me.”

“No, let’s do it. We could ask Ms. Lewis if the rumors are true, if she did fuck female students. When she denies it, we can show her the video. We’re going to blackmail her because if the Dean knew about this, she wouldn’t have gotten the job. Then we let her see us kissing, and given her fascination with female college students, she might melt. If need be, we can show some more skin. Then we get a piece of her for ourselves, what do you think?”

“I think I stumbled across that manhole you had over your crazy side, and involuntarily pulled it off. By the way, I had every intention to rip your clothes off before Janine sent me that video.”

“Well, if we do this, then you can’t ever call me uptight again, so let’s do it.”

“You fully realize if we get caught, we could get expelled, right?”

“Yes, and if we do get expelled, we’ll get expelled together, and go to some other school. Let’s just remember to lock the door behind us, okay?” I asked, pulling her to me. “My pussy might be drenched right now, but my heart is leading me right now; if I make you love me a little bit more, then I’ll be happy.”

“Okay, Piper, let’s go, but let’s make our cracks a little bigger,” she suggested, pulling her top down a tad.

I did the same before heading right back to the classroom, and the door was still open. We casually walked in there to see Ms. Lewis, and sure enough, she was still at her desk.

I closed the door behind us, and that got her attention. “Oh, hello, ladies. What’s going on?” she pondered, continuing to write.

I locked it, and we made our way over to her. Neither of us replied, but came to her desk. We both made sure she saw the cracks in our chests as well, but she didn’t say anything as she kept her head down for the first moment.

Although, as we didn’t talk, she calmly brought her head up to us. “What, what, could I do for you, ladies? Did you have any questions about the class? I’m sorry, what are your names again?”

“I’m Emma, and she is my girlfriend, Piper.”

“Oh, you two are together?”

“Yes,” I answered, before I kissed Emma.

We both viewed the smile on her face, so we both knew she liked the sight.

“Um, um, um,” she stammered, closing her eyes and rubbing her face. “What did you two need exactly? I don’t mean to be crappy, but I have work to do.”

“It’s okay, Ms. Lewis,” I mentioned, leaning over to let my elbows on the desk.

Needless to say, Ms. Lewis let her eyes on my tits and shook a bit too. No one said a word for a moment, but she couldn’t take her eyes off my tits. So, we captured her attention successfully, but we hadn’t hooked her just yet.

‘Well, you’re licking your lips, so you’re liking what you’re seeing.’

Then Emma came up behind me and let her hands on my boobs.

“I’m sorry, what’s going on here?”

“Would you like to see us kiss again, Ms. Lewis?”

“Um, no, what is… going on here exactly, ladies? This is inappropriate.”

 “We heard a rumor, Ms. Lewis. That you got fired from your last job, is that true?”

She immediately bit down on her bottom lip and vibrated even more. She needed a minute to respond, but we both maintained our positions and waited for her. Surely enough, she’d have to say something, but we already agreed to show her the video if we needed to, though.

Emma never stopped rubbing my boobs, and she even nonchalantly brought her hand to her crotch. She rubbed herself down there without speaking or even moaning. I decided to raise the pressure by lifting my skirt.

As she knew my panties were showing, she helped herself to glance and twitched. So, Emma and I giggled for a moment, but still didn’t speak or move. She wanted to do something, but we could only guess her fear stood in her way.

After a few minutes, Emma got impatient. “So, Ms. Lewis,” she said, coming around me. “Is that rumor true? I heard from my cousin; you did get fired from her school. Does the name Carmen Coswall ring a bell?”

Ms. Lewis’ eye immediately widened, and she featured a scared face.

“Well, judging by your face, it seems you’re distressed; why is that? Is the rumor true?”

“What do you know, Emma?”

“Nothing completely official, but my cousin Janine Sorren sent me a video. One of Carmen down on her knees in front of you, eating you out, Ms. Lewis. Granted, it wasn’t the best quality, but there’s no mistake that it was you receiving oral pleasure. Considering the look on your face now, you’re not even gonna deny it, are you?”

She wiped her forehead and swallowed. “Have you showed it to anyone, Emma?”

“No, but I’m sure Piper and I would love to hear you confess that you got fired from your last job because you had sex with a female student.”

“I’m not confirming anything, but then what?”

“Then I’d calmly pull my girlfriend to me and kiss her. After that, ask you if you’d like to see more. We can skip your confession if you like, though, and you can just stick your hand down your panties and watch us. You don’t have any more classes today, and neither do we. So, just tell us to kiss each other again.”

She slathered her lips so much; they looked as slick as ice. We still couldn’t get her to speak, so we took matters into our own hands. She didn’t seem to need confirmation that we had the video; she was bothered, so she took our word for it.

We turned to each other again, placed our palms on each other’s shoulders, and pasted our lips together. Needless to say, we both peeked at Ms. Lewis for a second, at least, and saw her hand down in her panties, just as we suggested.

We let the kissing go on for over a minute, and it was surely a loving make-out session. Emma and I had never done anything like this, but I evidently knew this would be a staple in our relationship and guarantee me she’d never accuse me of having a stick up my ass again.

“Oh, you’re even using tongues, wow, that’s hot,” she moaned.

“We know,” Emma added, parting her lips. “Would you like to see more of us now, Ms. Lewis?”

“No, this is wrong, even if I did do it with another student.”

“So, it did happen?” I pondered, leaning towards her.

“Fuck, yes, you noisy bitches, what the hell is it with you two?”

“Well, it started when both Emma and I thought you were just beautiful. Then this hot piece of ass said I had a stick up my ass, so now we’re here,” I confessed, coming towards her. “Now, I must ask again, do you want to see more of us?” I pondered, leaning forwarded and letting her feast on my crack.

She eyefucked me, but yet, still couldn’t say ‘Go.’

So, I went back to Emma again and grabbed her top. “You’re a tough nut to crack, Ms. Lewis, but that makes you even hotter,” I mentioned, before taking off Emma’s top.

Then I dropped to my knees too, took off her sandals, then her shorts as well.

As Emma was underdressed, I rose with her again and didn’t even look back at Ms. Lewis. “If this doesn’t prove how much I love you, then nothing will,” I whispered, before kissing her.

“Trust me, I got the message, Piper,” she made clear before her hands went to her back.

She undid her bra, and I took it off her. I tossed it to Ms. Lewis, and she caught it. She still didn’t talk or smile, but her other hand was still quite busy. I lowered my head down to her jugs and grabbed both of them.

Before I tasted them for the first time in front of Ms. Lewis, I peeked at her again. “Feel free to strip, or me, or just get a closer look if you’d like. I locked the door, so no one can get in here,” I let her know, before turning back to Emma’s boobs again.

I glanced at her again before I licked her right nipple, and she placed her palms on my head. “Even if you did have a stick up your ass, I loved you all the same.”

I nodded and began licking her nipple ever so slowly. I had Emma moaning a bit, but she had to grab the end of the desk for leverage. We had never done anything like this before, so it was awkward, but still quite sexy, though.

Both Emma and I were lucky enough to have C-cup melons, and Ms. Lewis appeared to have D-cups, but we couldn’t be sure just yet. Either way, we gave her a good, but simply show to start with then.

Emma looked at both of us, alternating roughly every thirty seconds or so, and held still the best she could. I wasn’t sure just yet what we’d do after this if Ms. Lewis didn’t budge, but I knew we’d think of something.

“Oh, yes, just like that, Piper, lick and suck those nipples right in front of Ms. Lewis. She even pulled up her skirt and let her thong show, so we’re making progress. Don’t fret, Ms. Lewis, we won’t tell anyone, we’re bitches, but not mean bitches. Take that thong off; we’ve already seen your twat, even if Carmen was licking it like a popsicle. Do you still have a bush?”

I didn’t hear her reply, but felt Emma shuddered a bit. “Oh, yes, you still have that bush, Ms. Lewis, how sexy.”

I didn’t peek at her, but kept the show going to ensure she wouldn’t back out of her sexy adventure. Then Emma even pushed her panties off herself so Ms. Lewis could view her cherry as well. I couldn’t resist feeling it and making her quake a bit more too.

“Ohh, you two suck, but you’re smoking hot, though.”

“We know,” Emma agreed, scrubbing her rack with my face. “We might have come in here on a whim, but we didn’t come in here half-cocked though, Ms. Lewis. Do you like my bush too?”

“Yes, it’s awesome.”

“I keep it trimmed for Piper here; she doesn’t like eating me out when my bush is too big. She likes a somewhat small one, and because I love her and surely relish feeling her tongue in my snatch, I keep it trimmed for her to keep her happy. Did you do that for Carmen, or was it just a one-time thing?”

“I had sex with more than one lady, but I only got busted for Carmen.”

“Oh, how sexy, you’re gonna have to tell us about that, Ms. Lewis,” I added, coming up with Emma. “Don’t worry; we can keep a secret,” I muttered, before kissing her.

“And you’re kissing again,” she moaned.

“Yes,” Emma said, before grabbing my top as well.

She got it off me and undid my skirt as well. “I don’t want you to feel weird not being undressed like your brunette girlfriend,” she mentioned, bringing her hands to my bra.

She undid it and took it off me. We still couldn’t get Ms. Lewis out of her chair, so we both climbed back up on the desk and got onto our knees. We pasted our lips together and let our melons clash too.

Both of us let our hands over onto one another’s butts and let her see us making out like the horny lesbos we were. We heard the rolling chair moving quite a bit, so we knew Ms. Lewis loved the show.

Even with that in mind, Emma parted her lips from mine and lowered her head to my tits. She grabbed both of them and slathered my nipples like mad. I had to jiggle myself and plop my hands on her head.

Once again, we stayed silent and let our actions speak for themselves. I had to peek at our teacher also, and she even took off her blouse. She let her moneymakers out, but still had a bra covering them, though.

Needless to say, she played with her slit ever so slowly, but hardly too with her mouth wide open. We set the bait, but she wasn’t gonna jump at us just yet. Nevertheless, Emma and I came to play.

Emma brought both of my melons together and let her tongue out again. She moved her head back and forth and let it get all over my rack. Like her, I had to hold onto the desk for leverage, but it didn’t compromise the sexiness.

We stayed on the side of the desk, for the time being, so we didn’t get anything on it just yet, but we certainly wanted to do more, if it came to that. For that moment, she wooed my titties just as if we were in our bedroom on a Saturday night.

I twitched and feared I’d fall, but I stayed upright all because of the hotness we created for ourselves. I glanced at Ms. Lewis again to see her completely nude then, so I had to cheese, and we finally got her to shoot a lusty smile back.

I didn’t try to get her to come up with us, but took pride in making progress. Emma wanted to go further, so she dropped her hands to begin finger fucking me. I kept my boobs up for her and even hit her with them a bit.

“That’s funny,” she chuckled, “Now move a little bit so I can see your beaver, Piper.”

We granted her that, but I sat down on my butt with my legs hanging out towards Ms. Lewis. She failed to touch me and even backed away as my legs came towards her. Although, she still eyeballed my cherry as Emma finger-fucked me.

She also kept her mouth busy on my tits and kept licking both of my nipples rather quickly. She had me attacking her with my breath and soiling the wood right below my muff too, but Ms. Lewis didn’t seem to care.

She masturbated to us as if she’d die if she didn’t and kept her mouth open too. I saw her hand moving back and forth on her snatch so quickly, her cherry seemed like a water faucet, just letting out more and more juice.

We obviously yanked out the kinky chick she had buried, but of course, she still maintained a distance for the time being. Then I helped myself feel Emma’s twat, so we had a mutual finger fucking.

We both just let our fingers go back and forth on each other’s snatches quickly, but not too quickly. From only two and a half feet away, we gave her one hell of a show, and she seemed to be loving it even better than we thought.

A minute later, Emma brought her lips up to mine, and we made out again as we kept our fingers busy. Oddly enough, Ms. Lewis moaned even louder then and moved the chair back and forth a little quicker as well.

All three of us were completely naked and having a great time, even if we all had sweat coming down our bodies in that cool room. Once again, we both briefly glimpsed at our teacher and watched her even shove her fingers into her slit.

“You two are smoking hot; you’re like right out of Girlsway or something, fuck, you’re turning me on so damn much. Both of you have bushes and extra flattering pairs of knockers too.”

“We know,” I made clear, calmly getting off the desk and turning around to Emma again.

I slowly lowered myself down to my knees and went to her crotch. “I’ll demonstrate why I like my girlfriend to have a trimmed bush, Ms. Lewis. Feel free to stand up and get a better angle,” I suggested, before placing my hands on each side of Emma’s twat.

I rubbed my face all over it first and got a huge whiff of the sweetest aroma that I loved more than anything else in the world. I got my face drenched thanks so much in part to her bush being so trimmed, as the juice had nowhere else to go.

So, once I had my face smeared, I let my tongue out and began licking her snatch ever so slowly. Emma had to lean back, but supported herself with one arm and felt my head with her other hand.

“Oh, yes, I have to see this,” Ms. Lewis moaned, coming around us on the side of the desk. 

She kept her hand on her cunt and masturbated fiercely as she watched the sexy action like a hawk. I kept my hands in place and licked Emma’s cherry all over on the outside for the time being. Even as she stayed lying down, she managed to rattle and try to throw me off my game.

As I latched on her muff, that wasn’t gonna happen. I loved eating her out, but it just made it so much hotter with Mrs. Lewis watching. So, our teacher actually made it harder to keep going, because I wanted to keep the sight as hot as possible.

“Yes, just like that, you sexy beast. I love you, I fucking love you with a passion, Piper, keep going just like that. You know how I like it; you know how to tickle me down there and build me up to shower you. I’m sure our hot to trot teacher would love to see that.”

“I would.”

I saw Emma checking out Ms. Lewis’ jugs, but she refrained from feeling them, so I knew she was committed to making Ms. Lewis make the first move. I praised her for that and felt even more loved by her too.

Whether she jolted or moved ever so slowly, I knew she was enjoying herself and loving every second of it too. She kept her eyes on me for the most part, but couldn’t turn down the treat of seeing Ms. Lewis’ rocking body up close.

I failed to take advantage of that because I was too busy wooing my girlfriend like hell. I kept my tongue moving swiftly all over her lips still, but I was surely building up to fucking her from the inside indeed.

I managed to hold her crotch down the best I could, but all bets were off if we could keep going forever. After only a few minutes, my tongue felt horrible, but I wanted to keep going like my life depended on it.

I closed my eyes and just focused on fucking Emma like I never had before. I licked her pussy so hard; I felt her body tense up a bit. I felt her nerves react quite vividly through her thighs, and I tried my best to woo her so much that she needed to scream.

Even though I loved being watched, as I tried to zone everything else out and just eat my girlfriend out like mad as if nothing else mattered, I swore I felt like I fell in love with her all over again. I stayed on my knees and performed the deed for the woman I loved, to please the woman I loved.

“Oh, yes, you’re introducing your tongue to the inside again. What took you so long? Were you just trying to show restraint, or do my slit lips taste like cherries again?” Emma pondered, arching her back with me. “Did you want to make me last longer for our elegant teacher?”

“Maybe,” I replied, before kissing her. “And your snatch has always tasted like cherries. Ever since I first tasted it on one Saturday night when we were supposed to be studying for finals to graduate high school.”

“Your welcome,” Emma said, before pushing some stuff to the side of the desk. “You may sit down next to us; we don’t mind, Ms. Lewis,” she invited our teacher, tapping the empty space.

She sat down with Emma just as I began feasting on her vagina yet again. I let my tongue right back in there also, but I didn’t move it too much. I just went up and down in there and made her melt yet again.

Emma did make Ms. Lewis do something; she gently pulled her free hand and transported it to my head. So, it moved with me somewhat, but even though I didn’t maneuver it much, it still vibrated, though.

That only made her attack me with her breath and drool on her jugs too. Although, it was still flattering, and it made me want to see them kiss. Emma stayed on the same wavelength on wanting her to do something and us willingly accepting.

I got her to angle her head back as I sucked her lips onto my mouth. I caught Ms. Lewis shooting me the lustiest look yet, but she didn’t speak. She looked down at her cherry, inviting me to peek as well.

Seeing her bush that close was awesome, and she certainly wanted me to know, even without words, how horny she was at that moment. She fought us, but needless to say, we were going to win and didn’t even need to play the video.

‘Go ahead, feel my girlfriend’s tits, they won’t bite. I was feeling them in the shower a few hours ago. They’ll fit perfectly in your hands.’

“Shit on a stick, this couldn’t be hotter, yes, go to town on that pussy like it’s a cherry pie, Piper,” Ms. Lewis moaned, caressing my head. “You two are extra naughty, and I should probably fail you for this, but by the time we’re done here, I may even give you both guaranteed ‘A+’s, so keep going and make your girlfriend cum all over your face and soil the carpet too. Do it as I play with my slit. May I have a kiss, though?”

Emma peeked at me, and I nodded. So, then they calmly moved their faces together and kissed for seven seconds. Evidently, both participants loved it, but neither of them touched the other.

After that short kiss, Ms. Lewis slathered her lips yet again and made the picture even more apparent, so we knew how hot for us she was. Emma still kept eye contact with her for a few seconds, but then she viewed me again.

She yanked me up with her by my arms. “I love you, Piper,” she whispered, before kissing me. “It’s not like I meant for you to do this, but I’m not complaining. We lured her naked, and she seems more than interested in joining us.”

“Yes, but not yet, though, woman,” I made clear, before pushing her back to my cherry. “Now, finish the job.”

“You must be the bossy one.”

“We take turns, Ms. Lewis.”

“May I kiss you too?”

I gently leaned to her and kissed her for ten seconds. Needless to say, I felt the taboo connections too. After the kiss, I calmly leaned back and had her place a hand on Emma’s head with mine.

“Judging by what I’m seeing, I think you’re better than Carmen, Emma. She wasn’t using such a quick technique like that, but it was still to die for, though.”

“We know, we saw the video,” I reminded her, before arching my head. “Yes, you’re almost there now; you’re teasing my clit now. That’s how I fell in love with her, Ms. Lewis. Maybe that’s shallow, but that’s how it happened.”

“No judgments here,” she moaned, quaking the desk quite a bit herself.

I felt like she was poking me yet again, and all I could do was try to take it the best I could. Even as I had a lot of experience taking the thrills, she still busted through my defense barriers and made me want to take off like a rocket.

Even with her poking at my labia, she still managed to suck my lips into her mouth and suck them slightly as well, so she was a sexual ninja, so to speak. I felt she was installing a stereo system base with some intense heavy metal blasting, giving me more and more, therefore, making me jolt.

I held as firmly as possible, but she still made it too much. “Fuck, yes!” I yelled, lying back again and letting my juice out.

I couldn’t watch it, but I certainly felt it. My pussy unleashed the liquid beast, and all three of us loved it too. Like always, it fried my body, but still felt wonderful after all was said and done. I also had to shed a few tears, but they were love tears, though.

“I love it when you do that, squirting bitch,” Emma endorsed me, before climbing up on me and kissing me.

“And I love it when you do it,” I muttered, out of breath. “Now, stand up and keep those legs spread.”

Even though I was somewhat depleted, she immediately did that. I came up to her slit and placed both hands on her thighs. I immediately began licking her cherry with Ms. Lewis’ face even closer to the oral action.

“Oh, you dirty young ladies, giving a horny teacher a show like this, you’re filthier than anyone else I’ve ever met. Lick that cunt, Piper, and can stain my desk, I won’t even clean it up, I love the scent of lady juice on my desk.”

“Get behind her, and feel her tits, trust me, you’ll love them,” Emma suggested.

She couldn’t resist that and got behind me. She still didn’t do anything really sexual, but did feel my bosoms. Her palms felt like dead hands, but I was sure she was in shock. After a moment, she did grasp them a bit harder as she kept watching me eat Emma’s twat.

I felt her grasp them a bit, but not too much. She got a feel for me first, and she certainly seemed to like it so far, so it was all good, but we were sure she’d get us to go further in that classroom. Even though we just met, it’d happen come hell or high water.

I felt her chin come onto my shoulder to get a closer view. “I guess she’s the pussy-eater breadwinner, but you’re still smoking hot, Piper.”

I giggled a tad, and I saw Emma blow me a kiss. “Feel her cherry if you dare too, Ms. Lewis. Just like her melons, it won’t bite.”

She nodded, but kept her hands on my boobs. She certainly applied pressure to them too as well, as she did as I made Emma twitch, which made Ms. Lewis squeeze my tits too. Given that fact, I surely massaged Emma’s twat lips too and made her feel even better that way.

I wasn’t sure if she could keep her balance, but I gave her credit and didn’t try to help her stay up or go easy on her either. I did hold onto her just a tad, but I knew that wouldn’t really help her keep her balance.

She dispensed her juice even quicker than I did, and she gave Ms. Lewis that juice she wanted, both on her hands and desk. I wasn’t sure how much she wanted, but I wasn’t going easy up on Emma. I focused on licking her lips for the time being, just like her, but I wanted to build to more as well.

I pushed my face on her cherry, too, even without Ms. Lewis feeling my muff. I certainly wanted her to, but I waited and just worked on my girlfriend to make her go insane and get our sexy teacher to give in to temptation.

She had gone just over the line, but not way past it just yet. Nevertheless, Emma and I acted to make it happen. She danced around a bit outside of her jerking a bit because of my tongue and lips, and surely put a nice show for both of us.

Even with her juice coming into my eyes, I still kept my eyes on her and eyefucked her, so to speak as well. My neck got tired from moving around so much, but just like her, I didn’t care and wanted to inflict as much gratification as possible.

She, however, never put her hands on my head and just allowed me to fuck her the best I could solo. Of course, I always did expect her hands, but she seemed to be having too much fun to do that.

I let my tongue in past her lips after a few minutes, but allowed it to go much slower than she did for me. It didn’t seem to matter to Ms. Lewis; I still felt her pussy plummeting out her juice like a squirt gun, just pumping and letting out some more.

All the while, she felt me up and even began pecking my cheeks and shoulders. So, with each passing second, we managed to woo her a bit more and make her appreciate putting ourselves out there. She even began moving my bosoms up and down, which tickled.

“You’re being good to my girlfriend, right, Ms. Lewis?”

“Yes, Emma,” she answered, before rising with her. “You haven’t gotten to know me that well, but I’m good to all of my students, but some better than others,” she made clear, before kissing Emma and feeling her up too. “If I find out either one of you have told anyone about this, I’m going to fail you, guaranteed. Even if the Dean fires me, I’ll make it happen anyway, got it?”

“Yes.”

“So, tell Carmen and Janine if you want, but they better keep their traps shut.”

“I understand,” Emma added, prior to feeling her jugs too. “Oh, these are quite exquisite, Ms. Lewis. Are these real?”

“Yes, young lady, they are very real. Not a drop of silicone down there. If either of you two ever get any work down there, I might have to slap you.”

“Dually noted, Ms. Lewis,” Emma responded, before kissing her again. “Just to be clear, you give too and not just receive, correct?

“Yes, Emma, I gave a lot to Carmen and Janine, Emma, would you like me to give to you two?”

“We’ll get there, don’t get pushy on us.”

“You come in here all pushy, wanting to know if the rumor is true, all the while, you have the proof, and you’re telling me not to get pushy?”

“Yes,” Emma answered, before squeezing her tits even harder.

It took a few minutes, but I got her to a place that I never saw her in before, sexually defenseless. She prided herself for being able to take the sexual thrills so easily, but with Ms. Lewis thrown into the mix, she bit off a little more than she could chew.

So, did I, for that matter, so my offense wasn’t as potent either, but we both attacked and defended against one another, so to speak, as our horny teacher got to see each of us go down on each other. Even though my tongue felt horrible, I kept going at Emma like mad.

I certainly knew between Ms. Lewis holding her and Emma having her hands on our teacher’s melons; she was secure. I let my tongue dive in as deep as I could let it go, but it wasn’t as long as Emma’s. Therefore, she could attack me better, but I wasn’t going down without a fight.

I sucked her lips into my mouth as well, and immediately felt the results. She shook as if she forgot how to stand up by herself, and truly was only standing because of Ms. Lewis. Either way, I made this happen with us due to her comment, and we created one sexy memory together.

I undoubtedly teased her clit just as she did for me, too, because for us, we always returned the favor, whether it was oral sex or letting one copy the other’s homework. Maybe this brought me in the lead for the kinkier one of us, but she still went along with me because she loved me. I couldn’t see Ms. Lewis’ face, but I suspected she was giving Emma one hot look.

“Does it feel good to have your girlfriend eat you out, Emma? Especially in a classroom where you’re supposed to learn, and not chit chat?”

“Yes, Ms. Lewis, there’s no one and nothing in life I love more than my girlfriend. When she eats me out, she’s golden.”

“Then give me a kiss for allowing this.”

She immediately kissed her, and I even felt Ms. Lewis push her crotch onto the back of my head. I was sure she noticed, but that didn’t make her say anything or suddenly stop. So, my hair got a dose of her pussy juice before my fingers or mouth could.

That just made me pressure Emma’s twat even more and had my tongue diving even more profound in there as well. Needless to say, I liked it better that way and certainly got to push Emma so far that she had to yank her lips off Ms. Lewis’.

“Yes, yes, yes, dear, girlfriend, you’re almost there now, just touch it again and I’ll cum all over your face, just as this hot older chick wants me to, so do it.”

I had to giggle first, but I got the job done for her. Even with my shorter tongue, I licked her clit slowly, but on a short part of it.

“And, there it is, you sexy witch,” Emma moaned, clutching Ms. Lewis’ melons.

“Hey, don’t rip them off, Emma.”

“Sorry,” she moaned, before unleashing her wet beast onto my face.

I stayed there and took all I could, just as she did for me. Needless to say, a lot of it ran off onto my jugs and the desk as well. I wasn’t sure how much I got or affected her desk, but I didn’t think anyone cared.

She went on for a little longer than I did, but certainly got it all out like a fire hydrant with a little less pressure, but with a much sexier context, though. Like a fire hydrant, when she was done, it took a few seconds to stop completely.

As she did, though, she dropped down with me. “I’ve only been with a few ladies, but no one can go at me like you, Piper,” she complimented me, before wrapping her arms around me and kissing me.

We couldn’t see Ms. Lewis, but was still sure she was flinging her pussy because of us. “Damn, you two are something else.”

“Again, we know, Ms. Lewis.”

“So, the rumor is one-hundred percent true?” Emma pondered.

“Yes, you noisy wench. It couldn’t be truer.”

I turned to Emma again and kissed her. “So, are you ready?”

“Yes, let’s do it.”

“Do what, ladies?”

Emma and I got off the desk. “How about you get in your chair, and we’ll show you, Ms. Lewis.”

“Yes, ma’am,” she added, following my order.

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Another ‘first time’ lesbian story, with a high school setting – it takes a little while to set the scene, so if you like to get straight into the action, this story may not be the best for you.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2009

They say that getting on the cheerleading squad can change your life … well, it certainly changed mine!

I was just over sixteen, and a pretty cute little number if I say so myself. Not too tall, at 5 foot 4 inches, quite slim, but getting the curves that were getting the looks. I always had a really good ass – I had slim, boyish hips, and it jutted out behind and bounced along nicely when I walked, especially in my favourite tight blue jeans or cut-off denim shorts. Now I was filling out up front to match it, as my chest went from desert plateau to a nice pair of rounded and pointy hills. I’m a natural blonde (lucky me), which then I kept in a pony tail – between that and my bum flouncing along, plenty of heads would turn after I went past. I was also quite sporty and energetic, kept myself fit, and had a smooth complexion with a natural healthy glow.

With all this, I had rated my chances of getting picked for the junior cheerleading squad pretty highly, and was disappointed when I just missed out in the trials at the start of the new school year. However, I was first reserve and three weeks later, when Amy broke her ankle badly and was going to be out for three months, the coach called me into the squad. This was Ms Gretzke; she was in her early 30s, very fit and trim – she had been an athlete when younger, and had won medals at state level and competed nationally. She was the senior coach, and took personal charge of our female sports teams as well as the senior and junior cheer squads. Ms Gretzke had a brisk and decisive way of doing things, but also a warm and interested manner, and she was popular in the school. She was medium height and had black hair which she kept trimmed above her collar; you nearly always saw her either wearing a jogging suit or a short sports skirt.

Ms Gretzke had a strict ‘no boyfriends’ rule for the senior girls’ teams and both the cheer squads. She said that the training, matches and competitions (the last two of which involved quite a bit of travelling, often with an over-night stay somewhere) required a lot of commitment in time and energy, and that it was important that our school work and grades did not suffer – so there was not room for a heavy social life as well. She said she would not have training messed up by absentees or matches lost because girls were tired out or hung-over. It seemed to make sense and no one questioned it, I think mainly because we were a very sports-oriented school, with a high reputation in our state. All our teams were very competitive and there was a lot of silverware exhibited in the school trophy cabinet to show the rewards of their efforts – and that included the cheerleaders, in fact the senior squad had been state champions or runner-up for three of the last five years.

So, when Ms Gretzke offered me the vacancy on the cheerleading squad, it was really a formality to check that I knew and agreed to the rule. I was happy to reassure her, because in truth I was glad to have a way out from the pressure for dating. The boys had become more interested in me – even a bit pushy – since my figure began filling out, and I wasn’t really that keen; in fact, I was still a virgin. She also said I needed to catch up to learn the routines, as she wanted me in the squad for next Saturday’s important match with one of our main rivals. It was arranged that I would stay after school on Wednesday for an hour, and she would give me a special coaching session. This went well, and Ms Gretzke was encouraging and friendly. I was enjoying the unusual experience of it being just the two of us, as she showed me the moves; she had put on her own copy of our cheerleader outfit, but when she did some of the handstands I saw with interest that instead of the regulation neat and plain white panties that we girls wore with the uniform, she had rather skimpy thong-shaped black panties. I was sorry when the training session came to an end, but she gave me a warm smile and ushered me to the door that led from the gym to the small female locker-room that was reserved for the teams and cheer squads. She told me to take a shower and get changed, and then – as the whole school was by now deserted and quiet – I would need to come to her office, and she would let me out of the building.

As I went through into the locker room, it seemed natural enough to hear Ms Gretzke close and bolt the door behind me. However, I only went a couple of faltering steps further, because the changing room was not empty at all – three of the girls from the senior hockey team were there. To my consternation, two of them were lounging against the door that led out into the hallway, so I could not just slip past them and leave. They were eighteen years old, and all three were big girls – tall, at least 5 feet 9 inches, probably more. They had the fit and well-toned look of those who exercise a lot; I don’t mean they looked like body-builders or anything like that, in fact they had good figures, but it was obvious that any one of them was much stronger than me.

Our school drew on different communities, and its sports ethos had helped to avoid a lot of ethnic tensions, so it wasn’t a surprise that these three team-mates were from varied backgrounds. The girl leaning against the door on the right was Roberta, a black beauty with rich chocolate-coloured skin, dark brown eyes, pouty lips and thick glossy curly hair. She was the tallest and heaviest built of the three, and also had the biggest bust – in fact, she was one of the best-endowed seniors in the school. Next to her on the left was a more willowy Hispanic girl called Mercedes; she had straight black hair tied in a ponytail, and there was just a hint of meanness or cruelty in the sardonic way that she was inspecting me. The third girl, leaning against the batch of lockers near the archway that led into the shower area, was the team captain, Julia. She was white, with brown hair that was mostly dyed blonde and cut fairly short, in a slightly spiky style. All three were wearing their team kit, which consisted of a short navy blue sports skirt and a short-sleeve top in stripes of blue and white. As they looked appraisingly at me, I started to feel self-conscious and a bit nervous. They were two years’ ahead of me, and I hardly knew them except by name – but they had the reputation of being tough ruthless bitches on the playing field. I must have looked pale with surprise and doubt, and I think I gave a bit of a whimper.

‘Don’t mind us’, said their captain lightly; ‘we just like to come down here when it’s quiet – you just carry on’, she added, giving me an anticipatory smile. Roberta grinned, whilst Mercedes gave a short laugh that made me still more uncomfortable. Fortunately, my locker was on the far side of the room from where Julia was leaning, and I opened it and began – reluctantly – to take off my cheerleader outfit. I was very proud of it, and this had been my first time to wear it – our style was white plastic boots to a couple of inches below the knee, and then a two-piece skirt and top in blue, with white edging and white flashes in the pleats of the short skirt. Turning my back to the room, I swiftly shrugged out of the top and then, with more hesitation, slipped the skirt over my hips, down my legs and stepped out of it. I still had my back to my audience, but of course when I bent down to pick up the skirt, this meant that I stuck my peachy ass invitingly out at them. I realised this when one of them – I think Roberta – gave an appreciative low whistle, whilst Julia commented: ‘very nice, very nice indeed.’ Now just in the boots and my own plain white bra and panties, I paused for a moment, blushing and hoping they would just leave. But they didn’t, and so I had no option but to keep going. I kept my back to them, and first sat on the bench and pulled off my boots; then I stood up and quickly unclipped my bra, and tugged down my panties. As soon as I was naked, I reached for my towel – only to find that Julia had picked it up, and was waiting for me.

‘Let’s see how the newest recruit shapes up’, she smiled; ‘give us a twirl, then’. I knew I had no option but to obey – I needed to keep it pleasant, as I was a bit afraid of annoying them and I certainly could not fight them. So I tried to cover my tits with one hand and put the other over my pussy, and did a rather quick full turn-around – but it was enough to see that they were all regarding me intently, as if I was a specimen on a microscope slide. ‘Nice ass’, Roberta remarked to Mercedes, and the Hispanic girl replied lazily: ‘yeah … sweet bod.’ It felt weird being discussed like an object in a shop window, but in truth – though I didn’t grasp it at the time – that was exactly what I was. Actually, I was as pretty and as innocent as home-baked apple pie – sweet and naive, and blushing with embarrassment. As I hesitated, Julia threw me the towel and with a curious half-smile on her face, said: ‘Get in the shower, babe, you look like you need to cool off.’ As I quickly walked past her, I was caught by surprise when she gave me a playful – but quite firm – smack on the ass with the palm of her hand. I gave a yelp and promptly dropped the towel, then frantically scrabbled for it and scooted into the showers, giving the three older girls another eyeful of my sweet young curves, and my tight pert ass most of all.

I was filled with confusion, surprise and some apprehension, and I stayed in the shower for at least ten minutes, hoping they would get bored and leave. After a while, hearing no voices or sounds, I turned off the shower and returned to the locker room. I gulped and swallowed – they were still there, they had definitely been waiting for my return! Julia was now sitting on one of the long benches, but my eye was drawn to the two tall girls by the door. They had removed their hockey tops, and their breasts were only partly hidden by their bras – and in the case of Roberta’s left breast, not at all, as it was hanging outside the cup. It looked like she and Mercedes had been making out (their skirts seemed a bit rumpled as well), but my mind shied away from that conclusion and its possible implications. As Roberta deftly scooped her exposed breast back into the pink bra that contrasted so beautifully with her smooth dark skin, she saw that I was watching and I blushed with embarrassment.

I faltered, not sure of what to do next, or of what was going to happen. When I had finished the shower, I had wrapped my blue towel around myself under the armpits, but it was not very long and only covered down to two or three inches below my pussy. It actually looked more like a mini-skirt than a towel, and it did nothing to hide the curves of my body. I did not want to remove it whilst I was under the hockey girls’ gaze, but equally I had to get dressed – I couldn’t just stand around soaking wet. However, the dilemma was taken out of my hands. As I hesitated, Julia gave her two team-mates a wink, and all three moved over to surround me – Julia in front, and the others at each shoulder. I couldn’t think what to say, and I must have looked a rabbit caught in the headlights. Julia slowly traced her index finger from left to right across my upper chest, just above the towel, sliding across skin that was damp partly from the shower but also from the sweat induced by fear – in which was mingled a tinge of excitement as well. I trembled slightly at her first touch, and looked at her wide-eyed. ‘We must get you dry’, she said, and before I could react, she hooked her finger into the front of the towel, between my budding breasts, and with a swift tug pulled it away from me. Taking one end of the towel, she began quite gently to wipe my face and hair; the other end was given to Roberta, who used it to rub my shoulders and upper back. Julia started working downwards, drying my neck and shoulders, and then the towel began to caress my breasts, circling around them and rubbing over the nipples, first downwards and then upwards. They responded rapidly, enlarging and stiffening, and sending novel sensations through my body. I voiced a weak protest: ‘No … you mustn’t do that … oooh … no, stop! … aah.’ Julia’s reply confused me, as she cryptically remarked: ‘We can’t stop, this is part of your training.’

Between Julia’s ever-firmer stroking of my breasts and Roberta’s sensuous massaging of my back, I was starting to feel aroused, Without even realising it, I shifted my stance, releasing some of my tension and resistance, and standing with my legs further apart. I closed my eyes, and then opened them with a sudden shriek of surprise – for a hand (which had to belong to Mercedes) had slipped between my legs from behind, and was cupping and cradling my Venus mound. In my shock at this intimate contact, I tried to jerk away, but I was held firmly and could not move. On each side of me, Roberta and Mercedes gripped my upper arm in one hand, and used the other to explore my body – Roberta was running her fingernails up and down my spine, whilst Mercedes continued to probe at my pussy, teasing at my tight virgin slit. In the meantime, Julia threw the towel to one side, and took my breasts in her hands, fondling them and tweaking my tits. Then came the next big shock – and the next amazing sensation. The hockey team captain bent forward and took my right nipple into her mouth, licking around the aureole, sucking on the teat, and then rasping her tongue across it – whilst continuing to grope and squeeze my left breast with her hand. The combination of the sensations being telegraphed from my pussy and my tits threatened to overwhelm me. I felt weak and wobbly, and strangely hot and wet between my legs. ‘Yeah. that’s it’, said Mercedes to her captain, ‘she’s starting to open up’, and I felt her finger push into me further, touching off nerve-ends that I didn’t know I had, never mind that they were this sensitive and highly charged. I gave a shudder and shake, feeling as if I was being washed away on a tidal wave, as Mercedes gave a sharp laugh and called out: ‘she’s coming – the little slut is coming, just from this!’

I gave a soft noise, half moan and half sob, and my knees gave way so that I leant backwards with my weight resting against Roberta – but that also brought a shock, for without my noticing she had discarded her bra, and my back pressed against her full ripe breasts. The combination of their soft warmth and the pressure of their hard pointy nipples was like nothing I had felt before, and it added a counterpoint to the overtly sexual manipulations of my breasts and cunt. Julia switched her mouth to my other breast for a little while, and then stood back a step and watched me in the arms of her two team-mates. Roberta took this opportunity to bring her hands round under my armpits, and began her own attentions to my swollen and sensitive tits. My mouth was hanging open and I must have had a glazed expression in my eyes; at any rate, whatever Julia saw confirmed that I was ripe and ready for the next level.

She dropped to her haunches in front of me, her face level with my pussy, and then she further parted my thighs with her hands and brought her tongue up to my labia. After the probing of Mercedes, they had swollen and spread, revealing the entry between. Julia first pulled the lips further open with her fingers, and then thrust her tongue into the crevasse and probed upwards and downwards. The latter direction had the most result: whatever she did, it was like an electric shock jolting through me. I gave a strangled cry, as fright and pleasure chased each other around inside my head, whilst my body seemed to have a mind of its own and my pelvis began to twist and thrust in response to Julia’s manipulative tongue. She pushed deep enough to encounter my hymen, which made her pull out in surprise and raise her damp face to her friends, informing them: ‘Would ya believe it – she’s still a virgin!’

I was no longer really trying to escape my three seducers, and they sensed this. Roberta and Mercedes steered me over to one of the wooden benches – there were four of these in the middle of the room, each about eight feet long and eighteen inches wide – and laid me down on it, flat on my back. I made no move or struggle as they stood on both sides, looking down at me. Then Julia remarked calmly, ‘Captain’s prerogative’, and her team-mates immediately began to undress her. They pulled her hockey shirt over her head, and Roberta took the opportunity to grope the white girl’s breasts as she unclipped and removed her bra. Simultaneously, Mercedes unbuttoned Julia’s sports skirt and let it drop to the floor, revealing that there were no panties underneath. The hockey captain was now nude apart from her trainers and ankle socks, and as she stepped towards me my eyes were riveted on her pussy, clearly visible and framed by a patch of very neatly-trimmed brown hair.

Julia stopped next to the bench, level with my right shoulder, and looked down on me with a possessive smile. Then, with an athletic movement, she swung one leg over to straddle the bench. Her pussy was just a few inches above my chin, and as I looked upwards I could see the flat shape of her belly and above that her two breasts jutting out. I found the sight – and my submissive position – intensely erotic, and I stirred slightly on the bench in the hope of easing the renewed tension in my crotch. Most of all, I was becoming fascinated by the sight of a woman’s sex, and I gazed with interest at Julia’s pussy lips. She lowered herself down onto me, so that her crotch was sitting on my face. Gripping my chin in one hand, so that I had no chance to turn away, and engulfing my head between her thighs. she commanded in a voice suddenly firmer and more authoritative: ‘Eat me out, slut!’ I hastened to obey, and no longer just from fear. I licked Julia’s cunt with growing enthusiasm, trying to emulate some of the methods that these practised lesbians had just used on me. It was my first experience of the wonderful texture of a woman’s vagina and the sweet delicious taste of her sex juices, and this one fix confirmed me as an addict for life. The hockey captain grunted, and said ‘You’re a fast learner! C’mon, you slut, eat me out! – make me cum!’ Her words aroused me even more, and I pushed my tongue in more deeply, provoking little mewling noises of pleasure as I did so. Julia’s breaths started to come more rapidly, turning into a breathless panting. Then she slumped slightly forwards, gripping my shoulders to steady herself and keep her balance. She made a gasping noise in her throat as she orgasmed several times in fast succession – or maybe it was one long sustained one.

After a moment to regain her composure, Julia slid backwards down both the bench and my body, spread my ankles apart, and reapplied her mouth to my pussy. I barely had time to register this, as Roberta took the vacated place and brought her dark crotch to my lips. This was even more amazing, as I was profoundly excited by the contrasts between her smooth rich chocolate skin, the darker brown of her outer labia, and the moist pink of the cervical shaft in the centre. Although my jaw was beginning to ache, nothing in this world would have stopped me from tonguing the prize I was being offered. I went at it with renewed vigour, avidly and even roughly; later I discovered that Roberta liked best to be taken hard and fast, and so my methods had the greatest impact on her. She spread her legs still wider, and with one hand she pulled her labia further apart, enabling me to lick around it with firm fast pressures, flicking from clockwise to anti-clockwise at random intervals. Her other hand frotted rapidly at the sensitive top of her opening, adding stimulus to my pussy-eating endeavours. Between the two us, we brought her to a long shuddering climax, during which I could feel the trembling of her thighs and see the muscles twitching in her upper legs.

Shakily, Roberta lifted herself off me, but before stepping aside she bent down and kissed my lips with gentle care, giving me the erotic flush of sensing passion throttled back – passion that would return and take my body another time. Now it was Mercedes’s turn, but the Hispanic bitch intended to use a different strategy. Whereas her two predecessors had faced me as they lowered their pelvises onto my mouth, Mercedes took her stance the other way round and so presented me with her arse. It was beautifully slim and shapely, and she had quite a wide space between her legs. Her pussy hair was jet black and neatly trimmed to a bare fringe, and her anal hole was round and puckered. She ordered me to lick her ass, and when I hesitated she took my breasts in her hands, rubbing her thumbs across the nipples, and began to squeeze them painfully. I really had no option, and found there was a certain delight in being so powerless, in being sexually submissive, used and abused. It seemed obvious that the same technique applied to both holes, and that was more or less the case. After what seemed like a long time, but was probably not much more than a minute, Mercedes gave several high-pitched shrieks. In the short pause that followed the highest and fastest of these, she unclipped her pony tail and let her black hair fall to frame around her face.

The Hispanic bitch had something of a cruel and domineering streak, and it was an element in her character which made her a fearsome competitor in hockey matches. She slapped my breasts quite hard several times, until they began to sting, and then adjusted her posture to move her cunt over my mouth. ‘Finish the job, pussy-face,’ she ordered. I was getting worn out, and my tongue was sore and stiff. ‘No, no … I can’t’, I protested weakly. This enraged Mercedes, who had no intention of not getting off when her two team-mates had been sexually serviced. ‘You fucking will, you little cow!’, she shouted, and she pinched one of my nipples between her thumb and forefinger. I gave a scream that was muffled by the gagging weight of her body, but her assault had sent an electric shock through me and – amazingly – it revitalised me; it was as if fear was a fuel that supercharged my engine. Although a few tears streaked my cheeks in an involuntary response to the pain in my breast, I was more aroused than afraid. For the third time, my mouth replicated a suction pump on a girl’s glistening vagina, and experience and urgency combined to make me twist my tongue into Mercedes like a corkscrew into a wine bottle. She began to jiggle about on top of me, almost as if she were in the saddle and I was her horse. Finally, she pushed down against my face several times, let loose a string of swearwords, and soaked my lips in a flood of juices as she came uninhibitedly, tossing her head and dark hair from side to side.

After Mercedes lifted herself off my prone form, I remained flat on my back on the hard wooden bench, my face streaked with the sticky residue of the hockey girls’ orgasms. I was half-dazed with a mixture of exhaustion and exhilaration, and my emotions were in turmoil. However, they began to settle as I accepted what I had just discovered about my sexual orientation. Could it be that I had just made three senior girls come, and had enjoyed every moment of it – even Mercedes’s domination? I even felt the first stirring of anticipation as to what pleasures might lie ahead. In my preoccupation, I did not notice the outer door of the locker room swing open as Ms Gretzke walked in. When her presence registered, I gave a squeak of alarm and started frantically to rise, but Julia at once pressed down on my shoulder. Restraining me, she smiled and said: ‘Don’t worry, babe, it’s cool’. The hockey girls certainly seemed unconcerned that their coach had found them stark naked together, with an obviously fucked younger girl at their mercy. Before I could make any further move, Ms Gretzke had come to stand beside the bench, close to my head. She regarded the three older girls with a half-smile, and asked: ‘Well, how is our latest recruit coming along?’ She was given approving nods and noises in return, with Julia saying ‘she’s hot stuff, the little minx’, and Roberta adding ‘yeah, she’s good’. ‘Does she want to become one of my special girls?’ asked Ms Gretzke, and Julia answered that she was quite sure I did.

Ms Gretzke was still wearing the cheerleader outfit from our practice session, but she stood so close to me (deliberately, I’m sure) that I could see all the way up under her skimpy white skirt. Her tanned firm legs were tantalisingly smooth, but what hit me like a freight train was the realisation that her black panties were gone, that she was nude under the skirt. She was now looking down at me with interest, and saw the realisation dawn in my eyes. Almost casually, she traced her right hand across my chest to fondle and tweak my nearest breast. Then she swung her right leg over me, straddling above my face, and pulled the cheerleader skirt up around her waist. I was right – there were no panties, indeed nothing to obstruct the view of her glorious womanhood – for her pubes were closely shaven, and just a light sheen of sweat reflected on the slight golden expanse of skin (she clearly sunbathed nude, as there was no bikini mark). With the supple strength of muscles toned by a hundred press-ups every morning, she gently lowered her crotch towards my face. I needed no encouragement or telling what to do – as her pussy came closer, I reached up and gripped her waist, and then pulled her down right onto my panting lips. I buried my face between her legs, licking, sucking, probing and pushing.

The tough teacher gave a moan, and this was like a signal for the three girls. Julia came to one side of the bench, Roberta to the other; they pulled Ms Gretzke’s sports top off over her head, and then each clamped like a limpet onto her nearest breast. The teacher’s back arched in her pleasure, as the tableaux was completed by Mercedes straddling the bench behind her, pressing her breasts into the older woman’s back. As well as acting as a human support, Mercedes was perfectly placed to ram two fingers in and out of my open cunt. The effect made me start to buck and jerk (which had the delicious consequence for Ms Gretzke of my face burrowing even deeper into her vagina), and my breasts jiggled about – a motion she stopped by grasping and squeezing them. Mercedes was regarding both of us with narrowed eyes, and again proved her skill at timing, stroking me to a boneshaking climax just as Ms Gretzke gave a deep moan and almost squirted pussy juice onto my face. ‘Oh, good, very good,’ she said, as she stepped off me.

The coach then explained the rules that I would have to abide by, if I was to join the squad – and particularly if I was to become one of her ‘special group’. The first rule was that the cheerleaders were to be sexually available at any time (except when on their period) to any of the girls on the sports teams, singly or in groups, whenever they required it. This, of course, was the real reason for the ‘no boyfriends’ rule – and it was hardly a sacrifice when every girl in all the squads was either lesbian, or bi-sexual and happy to get her thrills with girls now and leave guys for later. The second requirement was that I would perform for Ms Gretzke personally whenever she wanted, and be given by her to the coaches of other teams for the day, either as a gift or as part of the prize betted on in a match, or to the judges, referees and officials of any competition we were engaged in. Third, the existence of her ‘group’ and the sexual roundabout with the teams must remain a secret between ourselves. Finally, I must keep myself neat and pretty at all times, and work hard in my lessons so as to get good grades. After telling me all this, the teacher asked whether I wished to join her select group, and I nodded vigorous assent. ‘Kiss my pussy to show your agreement’, she ordered, and I quickly did so, giving a wet, slobbery and loud one.

‘Boss, she’s still a virgin’, said Mercedes. ‘Oh?’, said the teacher in surprise, looking down at me with regret. ‘I’m sorry, we have a strict rule – no virgins allowed, you have to be available for whatever kind of fucking the team girls want.’ I was suddenly desperately afraid that my new world would be snatched away from me, and at once I replied that I didn’t want to be a virgin, and I begged Ms Gretzke to take me and make me a woman.

She considered for a moment, and then nodded. ‘OK, girls, parade position, please’, she ordered. I didn’t know what this meant, but Julia showed me. We all stood in a row on one side of the bench, facing across it and with our backs to the teacher. Then we bent across from the waist to hold on to the other edge, arching our backs, pushing our butts up into the air, and shifting our feet out to spread our thighs wide. There was a short pause as Ms Gretzke shed the cheerleader outfit, and from the corner of my eye I saw her pull a strap-on from her sports bag and step into it, cinching the belt tight around her waist. She approached the line-up from the other end, the first girl being Mercedes. Ms Gretzke positioned her pelvis just behind and slightly below the young Hispanic girl’s upthrust cunt, gripped her firmly just above each hip, and then pushed upwards and forwards. I watched from the corner of my eye, as the dildo sank in with a soft wet sound. All three hockey girls were already erotically aroused, and the coach was an expert pussy-shagger with years of experience, and so it took barely a dozen swift smooth shafts for Mercedes to wail out in orgasm. As soon as she came, Ms Gretzke moved to the next in line, Roberta. The black girl got slightly different treatment, much rougher – the coach punched the dildo in and out of her gaping vulva, whilst pulling back hard on Roberta’s luscious hair with one hand and pulling on one of her breasts with the other. Of course, the teacher knew that the black girl liked to be taken hard, and in fact she came even quicker than Mercedes had – quicker, and louder. Again, without a word being said, Ms Gretzke instantly pulled out of the black pussy and, with barely a break in her motion, thrust between the smooth white buttocks of the hockey captain.

I could tell that Ms Gretzke was getting quite aroused, as the force of her first lunge into Julia’s cunt almost lifted the captain off the ground – and she was no slip of a girl. Julia altogether lost the cool assurance she had displayed up to now, juddering and shaking under the piledriver thrusts, and howling out broken phrases about ‘fuck me, yah, cum me, do me, urk, yeh, now!’ I swallowed nervously – if Ms Gretzke was building up to a crescendo, what kind of a savage ripping was my pussy going to receive? I began to quake, but resolved not to make a run for it – I knew that if I left that room then, I would bitterly regret it for the rest of my days. I needn’t have worried: the coach was no undisciplined fool, and knew exactly what she was doing. As she drove Julia to a screaming climax, she came herself and so released her sexual frustration. It was thus with calmness that she withdrew the strap-on from a sweat-drenched Julia, and brought it around next to my face. It had been lubricated with the cunt juice of all three hockey girls, and glistened in the light. She asked again if I was sure that I wanted to do this, and when I vehemently insisted that I was, she told me to kiss the tip of the plastic dong.

Ms Gretzke then stood behind my bent body and for a moment stroked my virgin opening with her fingers. She brought the knob of the dildo up to it, and gently pressed it in until she encountered the resistance of my hymen. She began with short firm strokes that all stopped just short of the barrier, but which built up a mounting heat in my stomach and crotch. Then she said ‘Now, babe’, and with the next forward stroke pushed deeper with an even pressure, meeting the resistance and pushing it aside. I felt a brief tearing sensation, and a second of pain that was like catching a fingernail on something – a jump, a jab and a wince – but no worse than that. Now Ms Gretzke’s strap-on was going deeper into me, pressing open flesh that had never before been intruded upon; that also hurt a bit, and remained tender for longer afterwards as well. But the cunny lubricant of the girls, together with my own aroused juices, were enough to give a smooth passage. Before long the coach was confident enough to shaft me fully and with much greater vigour, and she took me to a screaming climax nearly as loud as Julia’s. Halfway through, I lost my grip on the edge of the bench, and slumped down to rest my arms on it from my elbows to my wrists. As I was still bent over at the waist, this merely had the effect of thrusting my ass even more up in the air, and this encouraged the coach to even firmer strokes.

After I came, Ms Gretzke removed her strap-on, and took me to sit in her lap for a short cuddle. She stroked my breasts, and then cupped my chin and looked into my eyes. ‘Welcome to my special squad’, she said; ‘I think you’ll do very well, very well indeed’. She instructed me that my next duty was the pre-match briefing which, for home matches, was always held at her house on the Friday evening, with food and drink provided. Then she smacked my rump, and shooed all four of us girls into the showers to clean up before we could go home. Of course, that took us rather a long time, with quite a lot more bodily contact than showers conventionally require. I found that Roberta and Mercedes were something of a couple, with the former enjoying the latter’s domineering streak, and so I found myself, without regret, in Julia’s firm embrace. Oh, yes, I thought, this is where I want to be!

The next chapter is called ‘Home Games’, and will follow later …

If you enjoyed this, check out my other stories … you might like them too … there are several more lesbian first-time schoolgirl stories.

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The front door opened and eleven year old Lisa Thomas walked into the hall

Twincest – Home Alone

By anon y mouse

The front door opened and eleven year old Lisa Thomas walked into the hall and slipped off her shiny black shoes and dumped school bag on the floor, her twin sister Katie, not one step behind her.

“Mum, we’re home!” Lisa called out as her sister relieved herself of her own shoes and bag.

The two girls could have been the poster-children for identical twins. Both had the shoulder length chestnut coloured hair of their mother, and twinkling green eyes of their father. They both had sun kissed skin and were quite short for their age at only five four six.

“Mummy?” called out Katie, making her way into the lounge as Lisa headed for the dining room.

Lisa walked through the dining room into the kitchen and found what she was looking for, “She’s left a note!” she said to her sister.

“What’s it say?” asked Katie, quickly joining her sibling in front of the refrigerator.

“‘Hey girls,’” Lisa read out, “Got emergency call at the clinic. I’ll be back later in the evening. Love Mum. XXX, looks like it’s just you and me sis.”

Very slowly, Katie took Lisa’s hand in her own and the two girl’s fingers entwined together, holding onto each other tightly. A smile danced on Lisa’s lips and she leant her forehead against Katie’s, feeling her warm breath mix with her own.

Their lips pressed against each other gently at first, and then they pulled away and kissed each other again. Lisa’s tongue was the first to slip from her mouth and brush along her sister’s lips, parting them and seeking out Katie’s.

As their tongues played with each other in their mouths, their hands grew livelier and more passionate. Katie released her grip on her sister’s hands and held her face, pulling her in for a deeper embrace, her thumbs running across Lisa’s soft cheeks.

Finally, the kiss broke and both girls were left panting for breath, “Let’s go upstairs.” said Lisa, and before Katie could respond, she was leading her by the hand out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

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The twin’s room had two single beds, though every night they would climb into the same one. The one on the right was the closet to the door, and it was that bed that Lisa pushed her sister onto, before straddling her lap and pulling her head up to kiss her some more.

Lisa ran her fingers through Katie’s silky soft hair, kissing at her cheek and the curve of her neck. She let her hands drop and Lisa tugged at Katie’s school sweater, pulling it up and over her head and throwing it on the floor. Katie did the same for her sister, and both girls felt a wave of heat wash over them from the other’s body.

Gently pushing her down onto the bed, Lisa slowly unbuttoned her sister’s shirt, kissing at the patches of skin as they were revealed. When all the buttons were undone, Lisa spread the shirt open and her sister’s preteen chest came into view.

There were no breasts to speak of, not yet anyway, but her nipples were large and stiff. Katie let out a quiet moan as her sister rubbed at the hard nubs with her fingers, leaving Katie’s body wiggling on the bed. She gasped when Lisa replaced her fingers with her lips, and she arched her back in an attempt to push more of her flesh into her sibling’s wet mouth.

Lisa released her nipple with a loud pop, and slid down her sister’s body, kissing and licking along the way. She unbuckled Katie’s pleated skirt and tossed it aside. Slipping her fingers under the waistband of her white cotton panties, she pulled them down and off her legs, and added them to the growing clothes pile.

Katie felt her sister kiss and lick her way from the top of her knee high white socks, along her thighs to her warm sex. Lisa licked her sister’s slit up and down, sucking Katie’s pussy lips into her mouth, her cheeks puckering inward.

Very, very gently, Lisa slipped her index finger into her sister’s wet hole, moving it in and out slowly. Katie groaned and her body writhed on the bed, her slim hips rocking up and down with the rhythm of her sibling’s finger.

“Lisa,” moaned Katie, “Two. Use two fingers.”

The twin was happy to oblige, and as she added her forefinger, she felt her sister’s tight inner muscles clamp down hard on the welcome intruders. Lisa sped up the pace, and used her free hand peel back the hood of Katie’s erect clit before sucking it into her hungry mouth.

Katie screamed as she felt the pleasures of her pussy combine with the sensations coming from her clit. She groaned loudly as her round butt lifted off the bed, followed by the rest of her body, leaving just the top of her head and the tips of her tightly clenched toes touching the sheets.

“Lisa,” panted Katie, grabbing her sister’s hair and pulling her hard against her twitching pussy, “I… love you… so much…”

The horny girl bucked once, then twice as the powerful orgasm rushed throughout her body. Her right leg stiffened and stuck straight out in the air, causing Katie to lose her balance and fall to her side. Lisa watched with a smile as her sister’s shaking body curled up into the foetal position, sweet gasps coming with every twitch.

She lay down behind her and wrapped her arms around Katie’s quivering body, and moving her lips closer to her ear she whispered, “I love you too.”

Katie turned to face her sister, and they kissed again, Katie tasting the sweetness of her pussy on her sister’s tongue. She tried to roll Lisa onto her back, but instead she found herself being pushed back onto her’s.

Lisa slid off the bed, and stood next to it, drinking in the sight of her sister with greedy eyes. Her body swaying to the beat in her mind, she unbuttoned her shirt and slipped it off, followed by her skirt and panties and climbed back onto the bed.

She pushed Laura’s right leg to the side while lifting the left over her shoulder, gently lowering her heated snatch against her sister’s. Realising her sister’s intent, Katie pushed her body up to meet Lisa’s, and the two girls mashed their hairless pussies together.

Having gotten hot with lust watching her sister squirm, Lisa was practically on the edge of release. But she pushed these feelings down, and ground herself against Katie, wanting nothing more than for them to climax as one.

Their clits throbbed together and Katie screamed out in passion, her second orgasm quickly building. She reached up and grabbed Lisa’s soft butt cheeks and pulled her sister harder against herself. , feeling her hot, wet pussy tight against her own.

Lisa pulled the sock off of Katie’s left foot, and sucked the tiny toes into her mouth, her tongue rolling around them, desperately trying to hold her orgasm at bay. Katie grabbed her sister’s hands, the look in her face more than enough for Lisa to know how close she was.

Pulling her sister up off the bed, bringing them face to face, Lisa ground harder and harder on her sex, tears in her eyes at the promise of release, of the inevitable surge that was soon to wash though her body. Both girls leant back on their hands, moaning in unison with each breath.

“Girls,” came a voice from the other side of their bedroom door, “How many times have I told you *not* to leave your bags in the hall-“

Katie saw their mother first, looking over her sister’s shoulder as she opened their bedroom door. Lisa didn’t look back, couldn’t look back, but she heard her mother’s voice cut of mid-sentence at the sight.

It was too late of course. Both girls were too far gone over the edge. With the eyes of the woman who gave birth to them watching, the twins erupted in climax, their spasming pussies soaking the crotch of its sister, their sweaty bodies writhing in ecstasy.

Thirty four year old Sarah Thomas could only stand in stunned silence as her daughters slumped onto the bed, Lisa’s body still humping at the air as her sister pulled back. Their breathing was deep and laboured, and their young muscles twitched visibly.

Several minutes passed, and the twins breathing slowly returned to normal, before their mother finally spoke.

“Okay,” she said, her voice shaking, “After you two have showered and cleaned yourselves up, I want you to come downstairs, and we are going to talk.”

“Yes… Mummy,” said Katie while her sister simply nodded.

Their mother left the room silently, and the two girls looked at each, both too tired to move, and both with tears running down their cheeks.

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Sarah was leaning against the kitchen counter, staring out of the window. The microwave was humming away as it heated up the takeaway pizza she had picked up on her way home. She heard footsteps come down the stairs, and she turned as her daughters entered the kitchen.

They were dressed the same, as usual, in white tank tops and denim shorts. They were both barefoot, their hair was wet and their eyes were red and puffy. Sarah noticed all these things only after she noted they were holding hands.

Nobody said anything; there was just the sound of the microwave. Both girls were shaking slightly, and a lone tear slid down Katie’s cheek. Sarah lowered herself to her knees and held out her arms, “Come here.” she said softly.

Neither girl hesitated as they rushed into their mother’s arms, fresh tears falling freely.

“We’re so sorry mummy,” Lisa managed to say between sobs; “We promise we’ll never do it again.”

“It’s okay,” their mother said, “I’m not angry.”

Both girls leant away from their mother, looking up at her in confusion, “You’re not?” asked Katie.

“No, I’m not. You two are getting to that age now,” she said, “You’re curious about your bodies and how they’re changing. And, I guess I’d rather have you two… explore with each other than some boy who winds up getting you pregnant.”

“Really?” asked Lisa.

“Yes,” replied their mother, wiping the tears from her daughter’s eyes, “Look at it this way; you two love each other, don’t you?” Both girls nodded vigorously, “Then what you’re doing is simply a way of expressing that love, understand?”

“I think so.” said Lisa, her sister nodding in agreement.

“Then, its okay,” said Sarah, hugging her girls and planting kisses on their wet hair, “But, let’s just keep this between the three of us. And try to keep it down in future. You two sound like a couple of newlywed elephants.”

“We will.” her girls giggled, their faces already looking happier.

The microwave pinged, and Sarah stood up. She went to walk to it. When Lisa pulled her mother’s arm, bring the two face to face. She planted a big wet kiss on her mother’s lips, before saying with the biggest smile, “We love you too, mummy.”

The End.

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The enslaved sister put on an art display and get sold off for a weekend of debauchery.

Chapter Five part 1

Author’s note to readers. Nothing about this story is meant to portray any of the characters are under eighteen years of age despite the obvious sexual immaturity of the main characters at the beginning of the story. Also this story features taboo themes of rape, sexual slavery, bestiality, and incest. It is intended as fantasy and nothing else. If you don’t like such stories STOP reading now. Also don’t fill up the comments section with comments about how sick individuals in the story are or about people that read or write such stories. Those looking to take some enjoyment out of this tale enjoy.

Also due to the story line the names of characters have been changed. To help the reader keep from being confused by these changes here is a listing of the changes.

Molly is now Brothel Whore 3567-A

Megan is now Brothel Whore 3567-B

Unnamed redheaded twin sister is now Brothel Whore 3569-A

Unnamed redheaded twin sister is now Brothel Whore 3569-B

The stepmother Shannon is now Mistress 3567

Chapter Five

Part 1

The twins display and auction.

Brothel Whore 3567-B had been struggling to hold her position for what felt like forever. She knew her sister was probably having the same issues but she didn’t dare to look. Mistress 3397 had promised severe punishment to all of them if even one of them so much as twitched. To dive this home they were told the severity and the administration of their punishment would be at the hands of Mistress 2487-B2. So on force of will alone brought on by the fear of the cruelty of that woman they held absolutely motionless.

Mistress 3397 had brought the six of them to this plain white room with pictures of slaves in various sexual acts and posses hung on all of the walls. She then had them assume various positions on raised numbered platforms spread throughout the room. Once in position they weren’t allowed to move any part of their bodies including their eyes. Their naked bodies would then be on display for anyone that entered the room to view them. For during this training session they were to be erotic living sculptures on display the same as the pictures on the wall.

Brothel Whore 3569-A was backed against Brothel Whore 3569-B. Once their asses were pressed against each other while squatting they arched their shoulders back with their breasts proudly displayed. Their heads were leaned back as they starred blankly at the ceiling. While each their hands rested on top of their rounded ass cheeks their legs were spread so their pussies would be easily visible.

Brothel Whore 3613 was the next one of them to become a living sculpture. Brothel Whore 3613 was sitting down with her knees of her spread legs bent. She was leaning back supported by one arm while the other forearm was draped over her forehead with her head thrown back. While possibility one of the easier posses to hold this was still uncomfortable for the extremely shy Brothel Whore 3613 due to her breasts and pussy were proudly displayed by her widely spread legs and arched back.

Brothel Whore 3621 was laying on her stomach with her shoulders raised and her head back. Her arms were bent forward and out as they propped her head and shoulders on the backs of her hands. Her legs were spread behind her with he knees bent raising one foot up while the other rested on a rounded ass cheek.

Even Mistress 3397 was positioned as a mannequin the same as the rest of them. Like the rest of them she was completely naked save for her collar, shackles, and high heels and her usual free flowing hair was up in a pony tail. While standing with her legs spread she was bent forward slightly thrusting her magnificent chest out. This made her ass seam even more rounded and gave her back a sensual curve. Her arms were raised as they bent back behind her head.

Now Brothel Whore 3567-B was positioned as if she was bowing before a deity. On a platform to on side of the doorway She was on and fours with her knees bent pointing out from both sides of her body. Her forearms rested flat on the floor in front of her. With the finger tips of both hands touching to complete the v. Her back was arched sticking her ass in the air. While her feet came together under her forming another v as her forehead rested on the top of the platform the same as her flattened palms.

Her twin sister Brothel Whore 3567-A was directly across from her on the other side of the doorway mirroring her exactly as they bowed to everyone that entered. Like her sister Brothel Whore 3567-A had her ass on prominent display. As few of the other slaves were brought in to be put on display in various other posses along side them.

This included all the other slaves they had noticed hadn’t been raped as well Mistress 2482-B2. The two slaves that were virgins were positioned on their legs bent under then as they sat on their ankles. Their legs were kept together while their arms were crossed under their breasts as their hands rested on opposite thighs. They kept their heads bowed slightly giving them a look of submissive innocence.

Mistress 2482-B2 had taken a moment to admire the naked flesh on display after she had gotten her charges into position. Mistress 2482-B2 stepped onto to the last empty platform. Like Mistress 3397 she was wearing only her slave collar, shackles, and high heels. Her hair was out it’s usual braided pony tail and tied up in the more standard pony tail the rest of the slaves wore.

Mistress 2482-B2 positioned herself so she was on all fours. Her back was arched and her head was thrown back. Her upper body was supported on her elbows while her chain rested one of her hands as her other rested flat on the platform under her. Her legs were leaned behind her slightly making the lower part of her body rest on the front of her knees while her lags were bent back until they almost touched her ass.

As people began to walk among them none of the slaves with the exception of the mistresses knew what was really going on until it was to late. True to their orders none of them moved a muscle as men and women began walking around them. Many were accompanied by their own slaves on leashes as they began to examine the bodies of the immobile slaves in their various provocative posses.

Brothel Whore 3567-B had began to wonder what the true purpose of this display was when she had felt fingers gliding over one her ass cheeks and down her leg. Soon she felt the same touch as the finger began to work it’s way along her side and brushing a breast. Before she knew she felt a finger began to probe her pussy followed shortly after by her ass hole.

As her ass hole was violated by the probing digit Brothel Whore 3567-B began to feel her arousal building as this unknown person examined the various orifices of her body. It took all of her will power to remain unresponsive as she felt second finger pushed into her ass. The fingers continued to ream her out for while before being removed to examine her moistening pussy again. She would’ve never been as grateful for anything in her life as for the simple fact they had removed their vibrators before this ordeal had started.

Even so as the fingers began to work in and out of her pussy Brothel Whore 3567-B was teetering on the edge of her will power. The effort began to feel futile as fingers began probing her ass hole at the same time as her pussy. Though as she felt she couldn’t handle anymore the fingers were removed and after squeezing both her ass cheeks the person moved on.

As she began to get herself in check Brothel Whore 3567-B felt the touch of another person. By the soft touch and feel of a long fingernail being dragged along the small of her back. Brothel Whore 3567-B quickly realized that this was a woman examining her now. Now her reserves were truly tested as she felt the long fingernail gliding along her flesh working it’s way across her ass and legs.

As suddenly as the fingernail had appeared it had vanished. However Brothel Whore 3567-B soon felt it began to tease her pussy lips before it started to play with her clit piercing. As that started Brothel Whore 3567-B began to focus her thoughts on the horrible things Mistress 2482-B2 was going to be doing to her and her sister. As images of the two them screaming in agony flashed through her head Brothel Whore 3567-B felt the touch of the fingernail stop.

Like it was part of a ritual Brothel Whore 3567-B had her ass cheeks grabbed again before the woman moved on. This was the start of a lull for what felt like hours while no one touched her. Though she could still tell people were moving around her. This wasn’t any better as she could still hear the hushed comments and discussion about various parts of her and her sister’s bodies and the things they wanted to do to and with them.

Now much of this was things they had already learned about in the classes during their training. Things from anal sex to double penetration to split roasting and even the lesbian acts she’d already experienced with her sister and others. While some this did worry her it was some of the talk of the tortures they would inflict upon them that gave some of the greatest concerns.

But by far the things that scared her to her core was the talk of making them have sex with animals. When she heard one of the women say how Brothel Whore 3567-B and her sister would make good bitches for her rottweilers after she had finished playing with them herself Brothel Whore 3567-B almost lost it and began to cry. All she could think of was to say a silent prayer that such a thing wouldn’t happen to them as images of dogs on her and her sister’s backs fucking them flashed through Brothel Whore 3567-B’s mind.

Strangely enough when she felt hands on her body again she welcomed the distraction. At least it gave her something to think about other then the horrible things these people wanted to do to them. Even when the touching became more forceful she preferred it to the stuff she had heard that woman say. Though she also knew these new fears would continue to worry her for some to come especially after what she would witness before this day was out.

With nothing to judge time by it felt like this ordeal went on for an eternity. Though finally Brothel Whore 3567-B heard the crowd began to file past her on their way out the door. Only once the last person has left were they allowed to move out of their erotic posses. For some of them this was easier than for the others but soon they were lined up and marched to the showers. As they were stripped of their shackles and collars they were ordered to thoroughly clean themselves. At first this didn’t concern them to much until the mistresses began giving them all enemas before giving each other one. These concerns began to turn into full blown panic when after they all had had enemas, showers, their makeup reapplied, and their hair done they were ordered to dress.

As Brothel Whore 3567-B held the sheer pink baby doll lingerie in front of her and saw her sister holding an identical one up to her she finally understood what was about to happen to them. Looking at the clothing the other slaves were holding showed almost all of them had similar lingerie only differing in colors. Even the mistresses were dressing in sexy teddies with built in garter belts.

Brothel Whore 3567-B couldn’t help but to admire herself in the mirror once she was fully dressed in the lacy garment. The thin straps went down the side of her chest until they merged into a lacy top that seamed to conform perfectly with her breasts revealing as much of her cleavage as possible. From the little bow that held the top closed the transparent fabric then continued down separating in the front like flower pedals before ending just above her ass in the back and slightly higher in the front. Throw in the matching pink stockings and high heels Brothel Whore 3567-B looked sexy as hell.

This become extremely apparent when her sister joined her and it felt like there should be a piece of glass between them as they looked like mirror images of each other. They then began to look at the other slaves and while some had almost identical negligee to theirs several had different types. Brothel Whores 3569-A and3569-B also wore matching back baby dolls and stockings the same style as theirs and Brothel Whore 3621 was in a white baby doll and stockings like the two virgins.

Again both of the mistresses had on teddies with built in garter belts holding their stockings up as they stood in high heels. Now they both had on different colors. Mistress 2482-B2 was in black while Mistress 3397 was in pink like them. This color similarity wasn’t lost on Brothel Whore 3567-B as she looked from Mistress 3397 to her sister. The only problem was she didn’t consider there was a reason for it yet.

Brothel Whore 3613 had this cute light blue lacy see through top on. It hung from her shoulders from two thin straps. Her cleavage was framed with light blue lace that match the transparent fabric that hung over her breasts ending at the top of her abdomen. Her long thin legs wrapped in light blue lace stockings and on her feet were matching light blue high heels.

The only thing all of them were missing was the the panties. Everyone of them had their pussies and asses completely exposed for all to see. But since they had been repeatedly told since they’d been allowed to wear clothes “That all slaves were forbidden from wearing panties” they didn’t really notice anymore. Though they did notice when their standard slave collars and shackles were replaced with more elaborately decorated ones.

These collars were thinner and conformed to their necks and shoulders better. While the collars and shackles were polished to a high shine and had an engraved lace pattern inlaid with colored resin that perfectly matched their lingerie. They still had the rings allowing the shackles the be hooked together behind their backs or where the matching leashes were attached to their collars. The only thing that was left was for the mistresses to replace their hair ties with colored ribbons that matched their lingerie tied into little bows.

As they stood in the bound presentation position Mistress 3397 proceeded to inspect all of them. One by one she checked that every detail of their appearances were perfect. From their hair and makeup to how their lingerie covered parts of their bodies even how they currently stood presenting themselves. Her and Mistress 2482-B2 even took turns inspecting each other before Mistress 3397 finally gave them their orders.

“Slaves in a little while you will be taken to meet some important members of the organization. Be advised now nothing but total obedience and submission will be tolerated from any of you. “

She paused as she let this sink in before continuing.

“You will stand at attention as you are now while the members examine your bodies. You will not speak, move, or make a sound as you allow them fondle you.”

Again she paused to let them process this before she continued.

“Once these examinations are complete you will be servicing several of these members who have purchased your services for the weekend.”

The fear was evident on all of the slaves’ faces as Mistress 3397 paused one final time.

“Understand this everyone of you will willingly preform your duties to the utmost of your abilities. You will do everything in your power to satisfy their wants and desires no matter what they may be. Then you will thank them for the privilege of satisfying their wants and desires.”

Everyone of them was on the brink of tears at this point but Mistress 3397 continued

“It is a fact that most of you have yet to satisfy a man as a slave. However during the inspection stage you will be forbidden from crying. Now with a few exceptions the actual intercourse will take your inexperience into consideration so can go into this experience without fear of being violently raped.”

Relief began to become visible on many of their faces but they they were all concerned about the part about ” the few exceptions” she had told them about before she started talking again.

” You all will be begging them to let you suck their cocks and to fuck you in your asses and pussies. You all know the rules about licking cocks clean after they have fucked you. They still apply so don’t get any ideas.”

Mistress 3397 glared at all of them as she said that last part before she focused her attention on both sets of twins.

” As for you twins. Your special rules still apply as well. You will work as team while your sister sucks a cock or is fucked the other one will have your face buried in the ass of the customer giving him a rim job. You will also be expected to put on several of your little incestuous lesbian shows before the event is over.”

Mistress 3397 gave them a wink as she mentioned them making love to entertain the customers. Before she continued.

” Also you four are not to forget how your supposed to speak. This goes for when the four of you beg to both pleasure and thank the customer for using your bodies as well.”

As Mistress 3397 finished this last part she looked hard at the four of them to be sure they understood. To her satisfaction she got the following response from both sets of sisters in unison.

“These whore slaves understand what’s expected of them mistress.”

Satisfied by the response Mistress 3397’s final orders were given.

” During the course of this you all will address all males as Master and all females as Mistress. However you will not address Mistress 2482-B2 or myself as Mistress. For once you are in position for the event we will become the organization’s merchandise the same as you.”

With their orders explained the slaves formed two lines and followed Mistress 3397 out with Mistress 2482-B2 trailing behind to ensure they didn’t try and bolt. The line of slaves walked through the corridors of the facility until they entered another room none of them had been in before. This room was large with rows of chairs facing a stage with a podium in the center.

The center portion of the stage extended out into the audience and had a raised platform on either side. Off to the side of the room there were more of the platforms beside each other. The platforms were round about two foot tall and just wide enough for the slaves to stand on with their legs spread. As they saw this room many of them began to fear they were being auctioned off to the highest bidder instead of being prostituted as they were told.

Strangely enough as they were lead to the platforms to be put on display they couldn’t have realized it was actually both. While the virgins were placed on the platforms on each side of the stage. The rest of them were taken to the other set of platforms. Soon each platform had one of the slaves on it standing facing the audience with the exception of two of them.

Each set of twins would share a platform. They were positioned back to back and side ways to the audience. Only once the twins were positioned correctly did the mistresses do one final inspection before securing their own shackles behind their backs and taking their places on the last two empty platforms.

The first people to enter was a bunch of large men in tuxedos. Most of them separated once they entered the room and began positioning themselves at various locations around the room but one was positioned beside each platform. They were followed by a smaller man in a tuxedo carrying a ledger.

Stopping by each platform he would check the ledger before he attached an identification tag to each of the slaves’ collars. After he had placed the final tag the man climbed on stage and headed towards the podium. They would later learn this man was “The Master of Ceremonies” for this event. Once he was in place the main lights in the room dimmed and spotlights turned on illuminating all of the slaves on display.

This was when more people began to enter the room. Like those before them they were all in formal dress with the men in tuxedos and most of the women in form fitting evening dresses. The only exception were the obvious slaves that were completely naked except for collars, shackles, and high heels. They all submissively followed behind their masters and mistresses on leashes.

Before taking their assigned seats they took the time to examine all of the slaves on display. It was plain to see the two virgins were the primary attractions. However they all were subjected these peoples’ attention and both sets of twins got more then their far share.

Soon all of the slaves had shadowy figures moving around them feeling various parts of their bodies. Breasts were squeezed and nipples twisted through their lingerie. Strange hands reached out to feel their asses and fingers probed their various bodily orifices. No part of their bodies seamed of limits as they even examined their eyes and mouths. Even Slaves 2482-B2 and 3397 were subjected to these inspections. Before the people began to move to their seats.

As the people sat down in their chair while their slaves knelt at their feet a spotlight illuminated the man at the podium. As the man prepared to speak a large television above the stage turned on showing a lone figure cloaked in shadows. Gesturing to the the man on the tv the “The Master of Ceremonies” began to speak to the audience.

“On behalf of the “Head Master” of this facility it is my privilege to welcome all of you Masters and Mistresses to the Pillager Slave Training Facility slave auction.”

“The Master of Ceremonies” paused while the crowd applauded before he continued.

“We are proud to have several first rate pieces of ass available for you to purchase their services tonight.”

As “The Master of Ceremonies” paused wild applause erupted from the crowd along several high pitched whistles. When it finally calmed he continued.

” We have several special pieces of flesh available for your pleasure tonight including two sets of twin sisters and we even have two virgins for you to deflower.”

As “The Master of Ceremonies” finished that last part while pointing to the two virgins the crowd went wild. Even more whistles and cat calls were heard over the applause from the audience. While the audience as distracted by their jubilation they failed to notice as two of the large men slightly moved within in them as they stealthy positioned themselves behind a woman in the crowd. Even once the crowd had finally calmed they paid no attention to the new men amongst them until “The Master of Ceremonies” began speaking again.

“Now before we can proceeded with the festivities there is one piece of business that must be taken care of first. It seams a Mistress within our organization has been in violation of our laws. This criminal has even had the gall to renege on debts to fellow Masters and Mistresses. Naturally these serious violations of the principles of the organization can not be tolerated.”

As “The Master of Ceremonies paused again the two large men grabbed a hold of the woman they had snuck up behind. Once they had a hold of her they dragged her kicking and screaming out of the crowd and onto the stage. Once they had the woman beside him “The Master of Ceremonies” began speaking again.

“Mistress Melissa Hardman it is my duty to inform you that you have been found guilty of all the changes you have been accused of. For these offences the organization has sentenced you and your daughters to enslavement as “Kennel Bitches”.”

As “The Master of Ceremonies” paused two struggling teenage girls were dragged into the room and up on stage. As all three of their arms were held over their heads they began pleading for mercy. These pleas fell on deaf ears as their clothing was ripped from their bodies as the crowd began another round of wild applause.

While the audience loved this spectacle all of the slaves watched in horror as the three people on stage were enslaved. Even given their own situation they could hardly believe what they were witnessing. They sure as hell hadn’t grasped what else was going to happen to them yet. Though they somehow instinctively knew something bad was about to happen to them.

They could only watch as each of those threes’ arms were encased in long gloves with paw shaped mittens in place of fingers. Next came the thigh high boots with paw shaped knee pads. As a matching corset was secured around their waists they were also fitted with their new slave collars.

They had the final steps of the transformation done next as ring gags were fitted in their mouths their hair was tied into pigtails over their ears. Then straps built into the boots were secured preventing them from straightening their legs as a tail shaped butt-plug was forced up their ass holes. Only once all of this was done were the three dropped onto their hands and knees.

As soon as the three hit the stage they made futile attempt to crawl to safety only to be stopped by the burly men before leashes were attached to their collars. Once the leashes were in place they were under the complete control of the men and could only weep in despair at the turn their lives had taken. The crowd on the other hand was loving this while all of the slaves were horrified. Brothel Whore 3567-B was even shocked to see a look of horror on the face of Slave 2482-B2. Even as “The Master of Ceremonies” continued Brothel Whore 3567-B could only wonder what that was about.

“As we speak all the positions of these three are being seized all of their belongings including their slaves will be sold. These proceeds along with those from their own sale to the kennels will go to pay restitution to those wronged and to reimburse the organization for the costs incurred.”

As the crowd cheered loader them ever a grin appeared on the face of “The Master of Ceremonies”. He gave the crowd a moment to calm before he nodded to “The Head Master” and asked the crowd to decide the three brand new slaves’ fate.

“Masters and Mistresses what should we do with these three now?”

Even as the three screamed while frantically shaking their heads no a five word chant rose out of the crowd.

“THROW THEM TO THE DOGS!”

“THROW THEM TO THE DOGS!”

“THROW THEM TO THE DOGS!”

“THROW THEM TO THE DOGS!”

“THROW THEM TO THE DOGS!”

“THROW THEM TO THE DOGS!”

As the chanting continued “The Master of Ceremonies” signaled the men to go a head. The three of them were positioned on the very end of the stage with the daughters on each side of their mother. Next the daughters were angled so they were slightly facing their mother. Even though the chanting of the crowd the barking of dogs was suddenly heard. As three large dogs were lead onto stage “The Master of Ceremonies” looked towards the slaves on display before he addressed them before speaking to the audience again.

“You slave whores would do good to remember what you see here should you ever get any ideas beyond your total submission to you owners.”

Even as the chant sprang up again “The Master of Ceremonies” gave the command the crowd was waiting to hear.

“Let them at’em boys!”

As he said this the dogs were released and bolted towards the three slaves on stage. While at the same time cheer went up from the crowd that almost brought the roof down. Meanwhile the three on stage could only cry as they finally excepted their fate and braced themselves for the coming onslaught.

As the other horrified slaves watched “The Master of Ceremonies’” words about “Nothing but Total Submission” broke any will they had to resist. Even as the watched the dogs separate as they selected which one of the three to make into their bitches the slaves all made a vow to themselves to obey any order given to them no matter what. Unfortunately they could only pray that an order to do what they were seeing would never be given to them.

The three on stage didn’t get a choice about submitting willingly. For these three dogs had been specifically chosen for their size, stamina, and most importantly their aggressiveness. After several menacing growls the three new slaves gave up any thoughts of resisting their canine rapists. Even when they felt the dogs climbing on their backs any resistance was quickly quashed by menacing growling that would continue as powerful front lags wrapped around their hips. Even as they felt the searching thrusts they knew they were helpless to stop what now was eminent.

Soon one by they would cry out as their canine rapists found their marks and they were impaled by dog cocks. Though there was no pity for the three dog rape victims for their cries at penetration were only met with applause from their audience. The realization that their violation was not only being witnessed but cheered only served to deepen the shame they felt as they felt the massive dicks pounding away on them.

Then one by one the three “Kennel Bitches” were subjected to a new humiliation as they felt the dog’s knots forced inside of their battered cunts. When that happened the “Kennel Bitches could only lay their heads on their crossed arms and weep. As they felt their stretched pussies flooded with dog cum. This brought a new wave of cheers from the audience as they believed their degradation was now complete.

However this was a false assumption on the part of the “Kennel Bitches” for there was one more humiliation in store for them. For before any them had time to realize what was happening the dogs stepped over them and turned ass to ass. As laughter erupted from the crowd the three “Kennel Bitches” were suddenly being dragged backwards off of the stage by their new canine masters.

The look of sheer terror on the faces of the “Kennel Bitches” as they were dragged away screaming while still tied to the dogs would haunt Brothel Whore 3567-B for quite a while. She had never thought she would be thankful that her and her sister were being sold into prostitution. But after witnessing the brutal enslavement and rape of those three “Kennel Bitches” she had no doubts “thank god I’m a Brothel Whore” .

Though she now had something else to worry about that the horrid spectacle was over their auction was about to start up again. No sooner then the dogs had dragged their bitches away with them did “The Master of Ceremonies” get back to business.

“Well now that fun is over how about we get back to selling these pieces of ass.”

“The Master of Ceremonies said while gesturing to the line of slaves while the crowd began to cheer. He gave them a moment to calm before signaling for Slave 2482-B2 to be brought up on stage. Gesturing to the “Head Master” on the tv he began.

“The Head Master has graciously provided this worthless whore for you pleasure first. He has only placed the limitation of no permanent damages being inflicted. Other than that you are free to do whatever you want this slave whore.”

As the audience applauded “The Master of Ceremonies” began to turn Slave 2482-B2 so the crowd could see her whole body. Once she had been rotated a few times he gestured to the “Head Master” again before he began again.

“The Head Master has even made several of his largest dogs available should the winner wish to use them on this slave.”

As whistles were heard over the applause Slave 2482-B2’s face took on a look of terror. Even before “The Master of Ceremonies” began the bidding everyone that knew her saw sight they wouldn’t believe. Slave 2482-B2 was actually crying.

“OK we will start the bidding at one hundred dollars. Do I hear one hundred?”

Soon a call of ” One hundred !” came from a mistress in the crowd.

“I have one hundred. Do I hear one fifty?”

Soon a call of “One hundred and fifty dollars!” was shouted by a master in the front row of the audience.

“I have one fifty. Do I hear two hundred?”

There was a paused before the mistress raised the bidding by calling out ” two hundred”

Before “The Master of Ceremonies” could even announce the raise of two hundred the master called out “three hundred”

“Alright we have three hundred. Do we hear three fifty?”

When there was no response from the crowd he asked again.

“Come on folks you saw the terror on this bitches face when the dogs were mentioned. She should be quite the spectacle as she’s fucked by them. Do we have three twenty five?”

At the last moment a mistress towards the back called out “I’ll pay three twenty five for that!”

“Alright we have three twenty five. Will any one raise?”

“Any one?”

“Any one?”

“Alright sold for three hundred and twenty five dollars ! You may come and get your prize.”

The mistress quickly ran up to the stage and after paying dragged Slave 2482-B2 back to her seat by her leash. By the time “The Master of Ceremonies was ready to continue the mistress had Slave 2482-B2 on her knees between the mistress’s spread legs eating out her pussy. “The Master of Ceremonies” noticed what was happening and called out to the mistress.

“Don’t forget to see the door man about the dogs when you done!”

The crowd roared with laughter when she shouted back.

“Don’t worry once this bitch is done with my pussy, she’s getting a nice painful ass fucking with my strap-on. Then I think a brutal gang bang from the security and then the dogs can have her.

As he laughed about her plans “The Master of Ceremonies” remembered some thing.

“Good plan. While we’re on the subject of the dogs how about we check on our newest “Kennel Bitches”.”

As the crowd laughed and cheered a large television turned on showing the hapless “Kennel Bitches” being pushed into a large pen full of dogs. The audience roared with applause as all most immediately they all had a dog on their backs fucking them again. As the television turned off “The Master of Ceremonies” gestured to the “Head Master’s” image again as Slave 3397 was brought onto the stage.

“Our next item was also graciously provided by our hoist. Again the only limitations are no permanent damages and yes there’s dogs available for this one as well.”

As as he finished the room was full of laughter as applause and cat calls began springing up as Slave 3397 was spun around. By the cheers she proved a little more popular than her predecessor. As “The Master of Ceremonies” was about to begin the bidding everyone focused on Slave 2482-B2’s screams coming from the audience. True to her word the mistress had her bent over while she brutality sodomized her. Chuckling “The Master of Ceremonies” started the bidding after making a brief reference to the action.

“You got to admire a woman that keeps her word”

“Alright we will start the bidding for this whore at one hundred dollars. Do I hear one hundred?”

Soon bids become to come in right after another.

“One hundred!”

“One fifty!”

“Two hundred!”

“Three hundred!”

“Four hundred!”

“Five hundred!”

“Six hundred and fifty!”

“Seven hundred dollars!”

“Eight hundred dollars!”

“One grand!”

“Fifteen hundred dollars!”

“Two grand!”

At the bid of two thousand the bidding stalled. Try as he might “The Master of Ceremonies” couldn’t get anymore bids so as cheers went up.

“Sold for for two thousand dollars! Come and get your bitch.”

The master that purchased her barley had her off the stage. Before Slave 3397 was on her knees in front of him. Not wasting any time the master had his cock down her throat as he viciously fucked her face. By that time the mistress had finished with Slave 2482-B2 and had dragged her to where several of the guards had gathered.

Soon Slave 2482-B2 was pushed to the ground at their feet. Watching this “The Master of Ceremonies looked at the audience while trying to decide if a break was in order. What he saw was that several masters and mistresses had their slaves hard at work pleasuring them. While the few masters that brought their wives had the wives naked on their laps as the wives bounced up and down on their husband’s cucks.

“Alright folks I do believe this would be a good chance for us to have a intermission. So we will take a thirty minute break before bidding starts on the prime merchandise.”

As soon as he said that several things happened. Slave 3397 was now bent over while the master began to savagely fuck her. Slave 2482-B2 was riding the cock of a guard while another was on top of her fucking her ass at the same time. While the now naked mistress held Slave 2482-B2’s face in her crotch. The television showing the three “Kennel Bitches” in the dog pen turned back on.

Finally a line of “Slave Serving Girls” entered the room. Each of these slaves were naked save for collars, shackles, and high heels. All their arms were secured behind their backs by their shackles and a belt wrapped around both arms just above their elbows and they all had ball gags in their mouths. However they all had a thick leather belt around their waists with one side hooked to a serving tray. While small chains stretched from the other end of tray to their nipple piercings.

These slaves began to make their way down the seats with their trays loaded with various liquor bottles, glasses, and even small buckets of ice. Two other “Slave Serving Girls” were headed towards where Slaves 3397 and 2482-B2 were being ravaged they carried trays loaded down with bondage equipment, several pain implements, and various dildos and vibrators.

Several more “Slave Serving Girls entered with similar cargoes on their trays and headed to where the slaves were pleasuring their masters and mistresses in the audience. This was quickly put to use as soon these slaves began to be bound and have some of the toys were being used on them.

The “Brothel Whores” currently waiting sale were watching this spectacle fearfully as they prayed that many of the more brutal of these masters and mistresses wouldn’t be the ones buying them. The two that had purchased Slaves 3397 and 2482-B2 were of special concern to them. This became apparent after they saw another master had joined the one fucking Slave 3397. They had her standing bent over and while one was pounding away on her from behind the other had a hold of her head as he violently fucked her face.

Slave 2482-B2 wasn’t faring much better for now she was being fucked by three of the guards and from the looks at least three more were waiting for their turn. As they tried to focus on something else Brothel Whore 3567-B was surprised when one of her companions let a gasp. Looking quickly she spotted both Brothel Whores 3569-A and 3569-B were watching what was happening on the tv with horrid fascination.

Granted what was happening to the three “Kennel Bitches was horrible. While two had dogs on their backs fucking them the third was currently tied ass to ass with one dog while another had climbed onto her shoulders and was fucking her mouth through her ring gag. Though Brothel Whore 3567-B soon realized that the twins’ attention wasn’t on this it was on another “Kennel Bitch” in the pen. This woman was quite beautiful with large breasts and red hair and for some reason looked familiar to Brothel Whore 3567-B.

With a flash Brothel Whore 3567-B realized why she looked familiar and why the twins were so focused on her. She couldn’t even imagine what they were going through right now as they watched their mother with a great-dane on her back fucking her. The sound of barking quickly forced all of their attention back to Slave 3397.

The master that had purchased her had finished fucking her. Slave 3397 was now waiting on her hands and knees as a large rottweiler moved towards her. When Slave 3397 screamed as the dog climbed on to back Brothel Whore 3567-B couldn’t watch anymore. Even as she heard Slave 3397’s grunting as the dogs dick plunged into her pussy Brothel Whore 3567-B began to focus on “The Master of Ceremonies” hoping he would end this cruel orgy.

What she saw was confusing though. One of the masters was holding his kneeling wife down while “The Master of Ceremonies” examined her body. From where she was Brothel Whore 3567-B couldn’t hear what they were saying but by the look of terror on the wife’s face it wasn’t going to be good. Even as she watched this perplexed she could tell that the crowd was beginning to calm down. For most of the slaves were kneeling at their owner’s feet again and most of the wives were now just sitting naked on their husband’s laps.

However Brothel Whore 3567-B could almost feel someone was watching her. Looking quickly Brothel Whore 3567-B noticed one of the masters was looking her and her sister over closely. As he nodded to Slave 3397 he began taking to them as if he had already purchased them.

“Did you two enjoy watching that slave fucked by the dogs because when I finish with your orifices slaves I’ll have a dog waiting for both of you.”

With that said he blew them a kiss as he walked back to his seat. Horrified that this man could buy them Brothel Whore 3567-B watched him until he sat down and made a note of where he was sitting. Even as “The Master of Ceremonies” called for everyone’s attention Brothel Whore 3567-B would be watching this man out of the corner of her eye.

With part of her attention still focused on their potential buyer Brothel Whore 3567-B had the rest of her attention on the stage. There the master was still holding his struggling wife while “The Master of Ceremonies” moved back to his podium. Once in place he made his announcement.

“Masters and Mistresses I hope you all enjoyed the break. Now before we proceed with the main event we have another special treat for you tonight.”

As the applause from the audience sprang up a struggling woman was dragged into the room and onto stage. As this woman was made to kneel next to the master’s wife Brothel Whore 3567-B could tell the two knew each other. Something about the look on the wife’s face when they saw each other told her. Still as she watched this new woman being stripped before both her and the wife had their hands shackled behind their backs and was forced to kneel at the feet of “The Master of Ceremonies” she couldn’t help but to feel fear for the two as their fate was announced to the crowd.

“Here we have two traitorous bitches. Apparently these bitches felt it was alright to steal from a member of the organization.”

As angry shouts were heard about the women the “The Master of Ceremonies” continued as he reached down grabbing a hold of a handful of the wife’s hair and lifted her by her scalp.

“To make matters worse this bitch decided to keep her lesbian lover secret from her husband when the proper thing was to share her. So her husband has decided that since being a loyal wife wasn’t good enough for her. Then her and her lover here can spend their lives as his slaves instead.”

Cheers went up from this and to Brothel Whore 3567-B’s surprise she saw most of the wives in the crowd cheering the loudest. The cheering would only get louder as collars were put around the necks of the hapless women on stage and they were chained to the podium. Only once they were secured did “The Master of Ceremonies continue.

“Now these slaves’ master has decided that they will service any of the masters and mistresses that wish to use them following this event. Also to aid in the education of these two the “Head Master” has graciously offered to let them spend some time in his kennel so they can learn their proper places.”

The crowd really went wild when they heard this. While the two slaves chained to the podium began sobbing uncontrollably as their impending gang rape at the hands of this crowd and the dogs hit them.

“Alright despite how much we would all like to see that. We have the matter of auctioning off those whores to handle.”

As soon as he finished speaking “The Master of Ceremonies” allowed the crowd to cheer before he started the auction back up. One by one Brothel Whore 3567-B watched as the other slaves were sold. Soon only eight of them were left the two virgins both sets of twins, Brothel Whore 3613, and Brothel Whore 3621.

While most of the slaves sold were taken to other rooms to spend the weekend servicing the masters and mistresses. A few started providing their services before they got out of the room. However those taken to rooms would still have their servitude witnessed. For as soon as they were taken away a tv turned on showing the room they were taken to.

Even as the crowd watched the tv’s Brothel Whore 3621 was brought onto stage after turning her around and squeezing her ass and breasts for the entertainment of the audience “The Master of Ceremonies began to auction her off.

“Here we have a first rate piece of ass that is still very inexperienced. She should prove highly entertaining to the one lucky enough to buy her.”

As soon as he started the bidding “The Master of Ceremonies” was inundated with bids. The price of Brothel Whore 3621 just kept rising and rising. Until at twenty five thousand dollars “The Master of Ceremonies made the announcement.

“Sold for twenty five thousand dollars.”

No sooner had the master paid for her Brothel Whore 3621 was taken away. Then Brothel Whore 3613 was pulled to the stage even as “The Master of Ceremonies began her pre-auction inspection another tv turned on. Even as Brothel Whore 3613 had her ass played with Brothel Whore 3621 was on screen kneeling while sucking a cock. Her service was soon overshadowed as bidding began on Brothel Whore 3613.

Soon Brothel Whore 3567-B watched as a fury of bids came in before one of the naked wives sitting in her husband’s lap placed the winning bid. Not even bothering to pick up her discarded evening-gown she took her husband’s hand as they walked to the stage. Even as they left the room with their new toy she walked proudly beside her husband not caring that her magnificent body was on full display. What none of the spectators knew was she had promised to become her husband’s slave if she could purchase Brothel Whore 3613 so from that moment on she would never wear clothing again.

With Brothel Whore 3513 sold Brothel Whore 3567-B knew that her and her sister’s auction was possibly next. She had correctly guessed that the virgins would be sold last. So there was a fifty percent chance they were next. With a feeling of dread she could only wait for their turn.

Even as she waited for their turn it didn’t stop Brothel Whore 3567-B from checking on her friends. Brothel Whore 3621 was now on her back with her master rutting away between her spread legs. As her breasts shook with each violent thrust she could be heard moaning. Even as her master deposited a load of cum into her pussy Brothel Whore 3621 could be seen screaming during her own orgasm.

As a new tv turned on Brothel Whore 3567-B looked to see what was happening to Brothel Whore 3613. She was on her knees sucking her master’s cock . Even from where she was Brothel Whore 3567-B could tell Brothel Whore 3613 was crying as she worked. This was actually expected but what wasn’t expected was what was happening between Brothel Whore 3613’s legs. The wife was now wearing a slave collar and shackles with her arms secured behind her back and was laying under Brothel Whore 3613 eating out her pussy.

Still confused about that Brothel Whore 3567-B looked for Slave 3397 her owner for the weekend was back in his seat while Slave 3397’s legs were straddling his lap. Her arms had been resecured behind her back and she was bouncing up and down on her master’s cock. It was plain to see she was enjoying the fucking as her breathing was deepened and her face was flushed. Even before Brothel Whore 3567-B could look away Slave 3397 was rocked by a massive orgasm. Her body shook violently as she bent backwards while screaming.

Feeling herself getting to aroused by that and catching sight of the master that threatened them with the dogs Brothel Whore 3567-B quickly looked for Slave 2482-B2. True to her word Slave 2482-B2’s mistress had had turned the dogs loose on her once the guards had finished. As she knelt on all fours she had a large dog on her back. Slave 2482-B2 was obviously exhausted after her gang bang but she was soldiering on valiantly as the beast had it’s way with her.

Brothel Whore 3567-B was pulled from that when she saw that Brothel Whores 3569-A and 3569-B were being taken to the stage. This brought exuberant applause from the audience when some of the most anticipated merchandise was finally going up for sale. Brothel Whore 3567-B had to admit if she was bidding on the twins she would be excited to. After all they were knock out gorgeous and wildcats in bed. Whoever purchased them was in for one hell of a good time.

Even as they reached the stage the uproar was far from over. “The Master of Ceremonies” decided to play to the excitement of the audience. Taking the twins leashes “The Master of Ceremonies” proceeded to walk them around the stage giving the crowd an eye full of their sexy asses swaying was they walked around the stage. Next he bent them over and spread their ass cheeks so the audience could see the twins’ tight virgin ass holes.

Continuing to work the audience “The Master of Ceremonies” showed off the twins’ pretty pink pussies. As their pussy lips were spread for all to see the air was full of cat calls and whistles. Next their tops were pulled aside so the audience could check out their breasts. As he straightened out their lingerie “The Master of Ceremonies” knew that the audience was primed.

“Alright we’ve all seen the program for the info on these two but just for a reminder. They are identical twin sisters. Both are anal virgins and since their enslavement neither one has been fucked or sucked a cock. They are well accomplished pussy lickers and trained to preform with each other for your entertainment.”

He has to wait for the audience to settle down after that last part. The thought of twins having sex with each was a major turn on for as soon as he said that several of the slaves amongst them were suddenly being put to work pleasuring their owners. Even all the wives were either on their knees sucking their husband’s dicks or being bent over and fucked.

“These twins are also very horny sluts as you can see by their wet pussies. Now let’s start the bidding at one thousand dollars.”

As soon as “The Master of Ceremonies said that he never got a chance to ask if someone would bid. For as soon as the opening price was set the bids poured in. Before he knew it the bidding surpassed ten thousand and kept climbing unit at thirty nine thousand five hundred dollars the twins were sold. Soon the twins’ new master and his wife were at the stage paying for them.

As soon as they had been taken away the guard next their platform grabbed the leashes of Brothel Whores 3567-A and 3567-B and they were lead to the stage to be sold. Soon they were being paraded around the stage for the buyers to view one last time. Next they were bent over exposing the asses to the audience as their ass cheeks were spread so their ass holes could be viewed. Next came their pussies turn and finally their breasts.

Next their various sexual attributes were described. Though once the part about their incestuous lesbian training and the fact they were squirters really got the crowd going. With the audience primed “The Master of Ceremonies” started their auction.

As the bids began to pour in Brothel Whore 3567-B kept an eye on the master that had been worrying her. But strangely he wasn’t placing a bid. As the bidding past twenty thousand she began to relax some. At thirty thousand there were only two bidders left and the bidding began to slow. Finally as the bidding reached forty thousand one of the bidders dropped out.

Just before “The Master of Ceremonies” was about to announce their sale Brothel Whore 3567-B watched in horror as the man called out “fifty thousand dollars!” Here horror turned into terror when the other bidder wouldn’t continue. Even before “The Master of Ceremonies had made the announcement the man was calmly walking towards the stage.

“Sold for fifty thousand dollars!!!!!!!!!”

As Brothel Whore 3567-B had started to wish for death the man stepped onto the stage. “The Master of Ceremonies” began to drag them to the man as he held a hand up and snapped his fingers. This brought a slave onto the stage carrying a briefcase with her. As she knelt at the man’s feet she held the briefcase up for her owner to open reveling that it was full of large denomination bills. Brothel Whore 3567-B had never seen that much money in her life and now it was being used to pay for her and her sister so he could do unthinkable things to them.

“Here’s the fifty thousand for the whores and an extra ten thousand for the fabulous ceremony you have put on.”

Their new owner said as he pulled out the payment for them and a tip and placed it on the podium. Once the payment was taken care of their owner for the weekend closed the briefcase and grabbed both their leashes and his personal slave’s leash. With their heads held low the twins were lead from the room as the audience roared with applause yet again. As they were taken though the corridors they were so numbed by this ordeal they could only stare blankly ahead.

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Xera the elf leads Angela and Sophia thruogh the woods to the Lesbius Oracle. Will Angela find the answers that will let her defeat the dragon Dominari? Or is her quest doomed and hopeless?

The Knight and the Acolyte
Book One: The Quest
Chapter Seven: The Knight’s Sacrifice
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Note: Thanks to B0b for beta reading this.

Acolyte Sophia – Western Deorc Forest, The Federation of Deoraciynae

The two other elf hunters appeared silently out of the woods. Like Xera, they were gorgeous, tall and lithe, their bodies painted in greens and browns to let them blend into the woods. Their keen eyes flickered at Angela and me, their ears twitching in obvious curiosity at the sight of two humans in their woods.

I was still naked. It was wonderful to not have to wear the robe. As an acolyte of the Temple of Pure, I had spent many years wearing next to nothing in the warm seclusion of our temple. While traveling with Angela on her Quest, I had to wear more modest robes and a cape to keep any man from seeing my naked, virgin flesh.

But these elves were women. I still had Relythionaia’s delicious, flowery pussy juices on my lips. After I had healed the elf huntress, wounded by the basilisk, her passions grew amours and we made such wonderful love. My body still tingled from the experience. Her pussy had tasted so delicious, more like a flower’s nectar than the salty musk I was used to, and she had an extra pair of labia that had been so much fun to explore and nuzzle.

The elves spoke in elvish. Xera—that wasn’t her full name, but elvish names were such tongue twisters—was their leader. She addressed her four huntresses. They all repeatedly glanced at Angela and me. I shifted, letting them drink in the sight of my body. I was an acolyte of Saphique, sworn to love all women and spurn the touch of men. Elves were hermaphroditic, but none seemed to actually have cocks, so I let them look. I was beautiful with green eyes that complimented my soft features, light-brown hair that fell about my shoulders in a delicious fall. My hips were lithe, and though my breasts were small, they were firm and perky, topped by pink nipples. I toyed with my belly-piercing, a silver stud adorned with a ruby, as I smiled at the elves.

Angela watched me. The knight was always watching me. She didn’t love me. She spurned my crush as something girlish and beneath her, and yet her blue eyes always seemed to find me. Her gaze made my heart beat for hope. I squashed that hope.

She had made her feelings clear. She loved Kevin. A man.

I smiled at the elves. They were beautiful. Especially Xiloniasa. She had an innocence about her. She seemed the youngest, though it was hard to tell. Elves didn’t age like humans, or so the stories claimed. Xiloniasa looked eighteen, but she could be a hundred. It was a shame all the elves were leaving save Xera. I could have some fun.

When I made love to Relythionaia, my heartache for Angela was buried by lust.

But Xera was coming with us. She promised to guide us to the Lesbius Oracle, located somewhere to the north in the forest. Without her, Angela and I would have kept heading east and never would have found it.

The elf hunters broke apart. “My huntresses will look for the red-haired elf and make sure she is fine.”

Angela nodded. “She probably saw the basilisk and just kept running.”

“Most likely,” Xera frowned. “I had not heard hair dying was practiced by the western elves.”

If all the elves had green hair, I wasn’t surprised that a few wanted to dye theirs to stand out. I was sure she was fine, but it was lucky we came across her. We would have missed Xera and her hunters.

Xiloniasa strolled to me, moving with such grace. She stopped before me. “Thank you,” she said in a musical accent, the words rolling off her lips.

“You’re welcome,” I smiled. I had healed her from being petrified with a ampoule of Holy Milk. “I’m glad I could save you.”

Xiloniasa nodded, though I saw something in her violet eyes. She didn’t understand my tongue. “Thank you,” she repeated. Xera must have told her these words.

I put my arms around her neck. It was hard. Elves were tall. The shortest elf had the height of a man. She leaned down, her ears twitching above her green hair. I planted a hot kiss on her lips. Our breasts rubbed together as my tongue filled her mouth. Her arms wrapped around me, holding me tight as we communicated without words.

I was a little breathless when I broke the kiss, and my pussy was on fire. I wanted to do more, but Xiloniasa broke away, joining the other elf hunters. Angela’s eyes were still on me. I looked at her and she jumped, turning to face the departing elves.

The pain in my heart returned. Why did I have to fall in love with a woman who wouldn’t love me back? Tears burned in my green eyes. I turned to my discarded clothing. As I bent down to pick up my robe, I surreptitiously wiped at my eyes.

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Knight-Errant Angela

My eyes drifted back to Sophia as she bent over to pick up her clothes. Whenever my thoughts wandered, my eyes found her. She was beautiful, in a spoiled brat kind of way. Her ass was curvy, and her shaved pussy glinted wet between her thighs.

Memories of our shared passion flushed through me. My pussy itched, and my hard nipples pressed on my armor. My chainmail loincloth clinked as my hips shifted and my thighs pressed together. Sophia was beautiful.

I looked away as she stood up to pull on her white robe. Xera watched me. The elves purple eyes were studious, her long, pointed ears twitching. I frowned at her. She stood naked—the elves didn’t seem to believe in clothing—with only a belt around her waist to hang her quiver and a pouch from. She smiled at me as she bent her bow and removed the string, tucking it into her pocket. A bow strung for too long ruined the string.

“Where are your supplies?” I asked.

Xera laughed. “This is our woods. It provides food. We do not have to carry supplies like you humans.” She glanced at our horses and their saddlebags.

I nodded my head. “So how far is the oracle?”

“With you humans, probably an eight day walk. I doubt you can move as fast through the woods as me.”

“Dangers?”

“Yes. We will have to slip by the giganraneae that surround the Oracle.”

I shuddered. They were a race of giant spiders. Intelligent and dangerous. They built traps with webs and hunted humanoids to lay their eggs inside. The monsters were birthed by the God Las. His uncontrollable lusts had compelled the god to fuck anything, including a werespider who birthed the first giganraneae.

“Lovely,” I groaned. “And why in Pater’s cock haven’t you and your hunters exterminated the monsters?”

“The Oracle likes them,” the elf answered. “The giganraneae know to stay in her valley. If they leave, they will be killed. If we enter, we may be taken…and used.”

I shuddered, understanding her meaning.

“Only the most daring of us would ever seek out the Oracle.” Xera leaned in. “She likes her privacy.”

I nodded my head. That made sense. “She doesn’t want to waste her powers on inconsequential requests.”
“Most likely.” Xera looked around. “Your…companion is ready.”

My cheeks flushed. The way she said companion was almost a caress. “That’s right. My companion. Nothing more.”

The elf smiled.

Sophia walked over, dressed again, leading her white mare. Purity nuzzled at her neck. “Shall we keep trudging through this…” Sophia glanced at Xera, “…amazing forest?”

“Yes. We have a long trip ahead of us.”

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Xerathalasia

It was on the third day of traveling with the humans when I came into heat.

The humans were as slow as I feared. They had to lead their horses and walk. Sophia was the worse. Her constant bickering made my teeth hurt. But her sweet caresses as we lay in her blankets helped to make up for it. Each night, she sought me out, kissing and loving me all while Angela watched.

The human knight denied her affections for Sophia, yet her eyes always seemed to dwell on the petite girl. I knew the feeling. I was the same with my wife. The first time I had laid eyes on Atharilesia had sent a powerful heat through me. She had been young, her green hair braided and flashing behind her as she danced around the linden tree on midsummer’s eve.

I had been entranced by her. All night, I couldn’t look away. When I finally worked up the courage to speak to her, she had been overcome with excitment that a hunter paid her attention. Neither of us had been in heat that night, so we only made love as women in a bower of sweet moss. It took us three years before one of us was in heat when I wasn’t out on a hunt. Atharilesia took my cherry and we became wedded that wonderful night.

When I woke up this morning, I recognized the signs of my impending heat. My clit throbbed. The transformation had begun. The nub ached. I wanted to stroke my burgeoning cock. Already, it was two inches long, thrusting pink before me. My pussy was wet. I groaned as I stood up, fighting the urge to masturbate. We had to get walking.

“Oh, wow, someone’s excited,” Sophia giggled when she saw my clit. “That’s bigger than it was last night. I could just suckle on your clit.”

“I am going into heat,” I answered. “My cock is sprouting.”

Sophia’s eyes widened and she suddenly covered her naked body with her blankets. The girl had never been modest before. “Oh, no. A cock?” She bit her lip.

I frowned.

Angela, buckling on her armor, said, “She is sworn to Saphique, the virgin goddess. She must remain pure.”

“But she has no hymen.” I knew this first hand. I had fingered her several times, her pussy clenching down on my digits as she came.

“Pure of a man’s touch,” Sophia answered. “No cock has ever entered my flesh, and I mean to keep it that way.”

“Oh,” I said, swallowing. I had hoped to fuck her. I couldn’t impregnate a human, only another hermaphrodite. It wouldn’t be cheating for me to fuck a human’s pussy. I had been looking forward to it. I don’t remember the last time I had fucked a pussy with my cock. The night I impregnated my wife had been a wild celebration. I had been so drunk, I didn’t even remember much of that night. For elves, it was adultery to have any form of sex that could result in a pregnancy. I had fucked plenty of elvish asses and mouths, but a pussy was something special.

Sometimes I hated my hunter’s duty taking me away from my wife so often.

“Can you look away?” Sophia asked. “So I can dress.”

“Oh, yes,” I said, my cheeks burning. “My apologies.

“It’s okay,” Sophia sighed. “I’m not sure how my vows work with hermaphrodites. I wasn’t the best acolyte at paying attention to theology. I would just hate to offend my goddess.”

I turned my back. My clit throbbed harder. I glanced down. She was still swelling. It was slight, but I could see her growing a little larger. Angela, for once, was staring at me, her eyes locked on my clit, her eyes twinkling.

My pussy clenched; Angela certainly didn’t have problems with cocks.

I smiled at her. “Does it excite you?” I asked, stroking my growing clit. “Are you turned on by the idea of a woman with a cock?”

Angela shifted her hips. Her nipples were hard. She didn’t answer, instead grabbing her half-breastplate and covering her breasts. They were large, round mounds, and her armor cupped them into a delightful mound of cleavage. A necklace studded with red gems dangled between her lush breasts.

My cock grew longer. I couldn’t wait until tonight.

Sophia blushed every time she glance at my growing cock. It began to swing between my thighs by midmorning, dappled by the sunlight streaking through the canopy of leaves. Angela’s eyes smoldered every time I caught her glancing.

The need to cum grew inside me. The first day of heat was always the worst. It was almost agony—sweet, wonderful, all-consuming agony—as my clit slowly sprouted. It throbbed with every beat of my heart. The pink nub faded into the more olive-green tinge of elf-flesh except at the tip. That remained pink. It flared like a mushroom and a slit formed.

Dewy precum beaded at the tip. My cock was full-grown as noon approached. It grew hard, rising up to thrust like a spear before me. It throbbed and ached. I wanted to stroke it. I gripped my bow and concentrated on leading them through the woods, following the game trails.

My skin was alive. The breeze that stirred the trees’ leaves caressed my hard nipples and swirled between my thighs. My pussy lips shivered as the wind blew across my wet folds. The soil beneath my bare feet felt like silk.

I needed to cum so badly.

But I was a huntress. I could resist.

“Can we stop for lunch?” Sophia asked as she leaned against the tree. “My poor feet are worn into leather.”

She wore shoes. How could her feet be hurt?

“Yes,” Angela nodded.

I looked around and spotted a delicious pine cone hanging from a tree. It was dry, full of seeds. I snagged and nibbled on it, concentrating on the spicy flavor of the cone instead of my throbbing cock.

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Knight-Errant Angela

I kept glancing at Xera’s rather impressive cock jutting from her body. It was so…hot. She was a beautiful woman, round breasts, firm ass, sleek thighs, and then she had this amazing dick. It was so depraved and wild. I had never seen the like in my life.

My body burned to touch her shaft.

I focused on chewing on my trail rations, working the dried meat with my teeth. Xera leaned against a tree, taking the last crunching bites of her pine cone. I didn’t understand how she could eat that. Bark, leaves, pine cones, and fern fronds made up her diet, seasoned with berries and bitter acorns. She could forage for food, but Sophia and I could not.

But we had enough provisions for a fortnight. Long enough to reach the Lesbius Oracle and cross through the forest back to civilization. I hoped the Oracle would have the answers. I would complete this Quest. Kevin would realize what a fool he was to doubt me.

Anger and hurt stabbed my heart whenever I thought of my boyfriend. I tried to ignore the pain as my eyes drifted down to stare at Xera’s hard cock. It was like Kevin’s. The elf’s hand stroked it. Sophia gasped, blushing and turning away so she didn’t watch the elf masturbate.

My mouth watered as I finished my jerky. That cock was amazing. My pussy itched. “Do you need help?” I found myself asking.

“What?” Xera asked, her voice liquid and throaty.

“With your cock.” I swallowed. “I could help you out.”

“Would you? I’m sorry. It’s hard on the first day to concentrate on anything but it.”

“Yeah, looks hard,” I smiled.

The elf frowned, not realizing the bad joke I made. I moved to her, my armor clinking. I pushed my red hair off my shoulders before I fell to my knees on the dirt. Precum dripped from the tip. Last night, this had been a little clit.

“Amazing,” I whispered as I seized the elf’s cock with my bare hand. It was warm and throbbed. It felt just like a human’s cock. I stroked it. A drop of precum beaded the tip. I had to taste it.

“Yes,” Xera sighed as I licked the tip. I gathered up the drop of precum. It wasn’t salty or bitter like a human, but sweet, like a flower’s nectar. Sophia had mentioned how different Elf pussy tasted.

I lifted my cock with my hands so I could lick at the folds of her pussy. My tongue swiped through her nectar, she tasted like a marigold’s sweet scent, and slid my tongue all the way up to her shaft. Her precum was a little saltier than her pussy, but still far more sweet than a human’s. She moaned as I wrapped my lips about the tip and sucked.

“Wonderful!” groaned Xera. Her fingers ran through my hair. They were long and slim, brushing my scalp. I shivered as I sucked, my pussy growing wet.

As I bobbed my mouth and stroked her shaft with my left hand, my right drifted down my body. I rubbed my bare stomach and brushed the top of my chainmail loincloth. I dipped beneath the metal to rub at my hot pussy lips.

I sighed around Xera’s cock as I stroked my pussy lips. My mouth and tongue swirled about the crown of her cock. The elf moaned, her hips thrusting her cock deeper into my mouth. Her breasts rose above me, painted green and brown like the rest of her body.

She was so exotic and lovely.

I fingered my pussy. Two digits plunged in and out as I rubbed the heel of my hand on my clit. The pleasure was hot, trembling through me. I moaned and groaned, adding spice to my blowjob. My left hand moved between Xera’s thighs to rub at her hot flesh.

“You wonderful human!” groaned Xera. “Oh, that’s just lovely. Suck my cock and finger my pussy. Oh, yes! Oh, wow!”

My pussy clenched down on my fingers. My flesh was so hot. My finger were bathed in my juices. Xera’s hips thrust forward, sliding her cock deep into my mouth, brushing the back of my throat. I relaxed, suppressing my gag and deep throating her cock. I shoved my fingers deeper into my pussy.

This was so wild. I was sucking a woman’s cock. Sure she was an elf, but she was still beautiful and sexy. I pictured sucking Sophia’s cock, the wonderful acolyte staring down at me with love burning in her green eyes as I pleasured her.

My pussy convulsed. My orgasm shot through me.

My moans were muffled by Xera’s thick shaft. I shuddered as I sucked. Her cock slammed harder and harder down my throat. It hurt. I savored the pain, driving away my impossible fantasy of Sophia. I concentrated on pleasing Xera’s cock as my pleasure rippled through my body.

Xera’s words exploded from her mouth. They were elvish, incomprehensible to my ears. They sounded like a bird singing. The syllables rolled from one word to the next, full of her passion. She drew her cock back so the tip was just in my lips.

My pussy still spasmed about my fingers when her sweet cum flooded my mouth. I shuddered again, grinding my hand on my clit. A small orgasm flooded more pleasure through me as I swallowed the sweetest cum in the world. It was almost like drinking honey. I swirled it through my mouth, letting it linger before I swallowed it.

“Thank you,” panted Xera. “That was what I needed.”

Her cock softened in my lips. It didn’t shrink back into a little clit, but it wasn’t painfully hard and jutting out before her. Xera helped me stand and then she kissed me. No guy had ever kissed me after I blew them. Not without me washing my mouth clean.

It was hot. Xera drank her cum. I couldn’t wait for tonight.

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Acolyte Sophia

I swore myself to purity.

Xera’s cock was no different than a strap-on. It wouldn’t give me any additional pleasure. I needed to stop thinking about her.

My pussy was on fire after our midday lunch. I tried not to watch Angela blow Xera’s cock. But it was so hard. Xera’s moans were so wonderful. She was a woman receiving pleasure. But she had a cock.

A cock I wanted to sample.

I was so confused.

I need to be pure. I swore myself to Saphique. No cock would touch me. And a hermaphrodite’s cock was still a cock, even if she did have big tits. I rubbed my thighs together as I walked, caressing my clit. I silently orgasmed, stifling my moans. It was the third time since lunch, and I was still left frustrated.

My eyes glanced at the elf’s dick. It was hardening again.

I shot my eyes forward.

Twilight began to darken the forest. We would have to stop soon. I knew what would happen tonight. It was so obvious. Angela walked near the elf, her hips shaking, an excited smile on her lips. She was eager to be fucked.

I would be sleeping alone tonight.

I had enjoyed Xera in my bed the last three nights. It helped to take my mind off beautiful Angela. I kept hoping Angela would join us. A threesome might be a nice way for her to relax and maybe an intimacy could form between us. I could show her my love and she would forget about Kevin.

I knew it was foolish, but hope was all I had.

The shadows deepened as the sun sank to our left. My feet were sore. Despite the discomfort, I realized I was growing stronger. My muscles were toned and some of the softness had vanished from my curves, but I hated walking. I had a horse. I wanted to ride Purity.

But the branches were too thick. It was pointless to ride.

Soon it was hard to see the trail we walked upon. My stomach rumbled. I was ready for another tough, bland meal of dried meat impregnated with fruit and vegetables. It wasn’t filling, but it did provide energy.

“Here is a good spot,” Xera purred, her hand stroking her cock.

Angela smiled. “Mmm, yes it is.”

My pussy clenched. I would have to listen to them make love. I wanted to join them. I wanted to feel Xera’s cock in me. I patted the pouch at my waist. My magical dildo was in there. I would need her tonight to avoid sinning and breaking my sacred vows to Saphique.

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Xerathalasia

Angela stripped naked as I lay on her blanket. Sophia was nearby, lying on her back, her blankets over her naked body. She had produced a dildo from her pouch and it was obvious the young woman was using it.

I wished she would join us, but I respected her vows.

Angela skimpy armor quickly came off. The young woman was ready. In the gloom of twilight, I could clearly see her wet pussy. My eyes were far better than the humans. I only stopped for their sake. They couldn’t stumble blind through the forest.

I admired Angela’s naked form. She was muscular and strong, but still had womanly curves. She was like an elf hunter, moving with the grace of a trained warrior. Her breasts were round and bountiful, her skin pale. Lust burned in her blue eyes as she stared at my throbbing cock.

“Damn, that looks great,” Angela purred.

Sophia sighed beside us. Her eyes flicking over at my dick before she squeezed them shut.

Angela sank down, her hand grasping my cock. I groaned as she stroked it before she dipped down to play with my pussy. I groaned, my flesh clenching on her invading fingers. She pulled them out, covered in my juices, and rubbed them onto my cock. Did she need lube for her pussy? Sophia always produced copious nectar.

“Should I lick you first?” I asked. “Ready you for my cock.”

“Oh, I’m ready,” Angela smiled. “I’m just feeling naughty.” She licked my pussy, tasting my juices. “Damn, that’s amazing.”

I touched her breasts, giving her pillowy mounds a squeeze. My fingers brushed her nipples and she moaned. I grinned, pinching and rubbing her nubs. My ears twitched as I gave her pleasure. Her thighs pressed together and the salty, tangy musk of her human excitement brushed my nose. Human pussies had a much earthier flavor than elves.

My mouth watered. “Are you sure you don’t want me to lick you?”

“God, no. I’m too fucking horny. I’ve thought about this cock all day.” She stroked up to the top of my shaft. “Pater’s cock, I need to fuck you.”

I moaned as she slid up my body, her hand still stroking me. Our breasts rubbed together as her lips met mine. I moaned into the kiss, my tongue swirling about her mouth. Her hand stroked me, sending shudders through my body. My own hands found her firm ass, squeezing her butt-cheeks and pulling her towards me.

I broke the kiss. My cock ached. I needed to experience pussy. I couldn’t knock her up. She wasn’t one of the five hermaphroditic races. It was safe. I wouldn’t be cheating on my wife. “Mount me! I need to be in you! Please, Angela.”

“Oh, yes!” the human moaned in agreement.

Her thighs straddled me. Angela lifted her body, her hips swaying as she grasped my cock. I throbbed in anticipation as she guided me to her hot hole. I moaned as she swabbed the tip of my dick through her hot folds.

“I’m going to love this,” groaned Angela.

“Oh, my,” Sophia gasped. “Oh, wow!”

Her eyes were fixed on us. Angela glanced over, a smile crossing her lips before she ripped her eyes away and stared into my violet eyes. I gripped her hips. The tip of my cock was in her hot pussy. I groaned.

“Please! Fuck me!”

Angela slammed her hips down. I was engulfed in hot, tight, silky pussy. My back arched. My breasts heaved. I almost came. I bit my lips, fighting off the urge as Angela slid back up my shaft. Her pussy clung to my cock, massaging the tip.

I was lost to the pleasure.

“Thank you, Matar!” I moaned in elvish as Angela worked her hips.

My hands found Angela’s breasts as she rode me. I loved how supple they felt. My fingers sank into her flesh every time her pussy slammed down on my cock. My dick throbbed, shooting pleasure through my body. I rejoiced to be buried in hot pussy again.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Angela moaned. “Pater’s cock! I fucking love it! Damn, Xera! Damn! Elf cock is amazing!”

Sophia gasped and moaned nearby, squirming beneath her blankets. Her small breasts were exposed as her blanket slipped down. Her hands worked furiously beneath her coverings, fucking herself hard with the dildo.

The pressure grew in my pussy. I wanted this to last as long as possible, but Angela was so hot and tight. The human leaned over me as she rode me, her beautiful face framed by her red hair. Her blue eyes burned with lust.

Angela moaned, “Damn, damn! I’m gonna explode on your cock! Slata’s cunt!”

The human slammed her cunt down on my shaft. Her pussy convulsed. She bucked atop me as she came. Her cunt slid up and down my shaft, massaging me, teasing me. I couldn’t hold out any longer.

My hands tightened on her tits.

The pleasure reached its limits.

My cock erupted into her hot pussy’s depths.

I screamed my bliss as rapture pulsed out of me over and over.

Angela crashed down on me, squirming as we came together.

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Acolyte Sophia</strong

I was so glad when Xera woke up and her cock was gone. The last three nights had been torture. I had abused my poor pussy with my dildo. I had no choice. I had to fight against my urges to join them and experience that wonderful cock.

Xera and Angela were like rabbits. They fucked three times a night in every position. I had to use my dildo each time. The only plus side, I was so exhausted from masturbating, I slept through the night on the uncomfortable ground instead of waking up every fifteen minutes to roll over.

But this morning Xera woke up and her cock was gone. Only a clit remained.

“Thank Saphique,” I muttered as we headed north.

Angela looked faintly disappointed.

I wished I inspired lust in her like Xera did.

The woods seemed to grow into thicker fir trees and the land grew hillier. On our seventh day, we were climbing over rises or winding around hillocks. The pace seemed to crawl. Between the hills were deep valleys. These parts of the woods were dark. Less sunlight penetrated into the valleys, and the trees seemed to press down on us.

I hated how oppressive it was.

On the eighth day, we crested a hill and paused at the valley spread out before us. I shuddered. It was so much darker than the rest of the woods. Thick webs clung to the tops of the trees about the valley like sticky snot blown on a handkerchief.

“Is that the…” I shuddered, my voice trailing off.

“The Lesbius Oracle is in a cave at the center. See the small rise.”

Angela nodded. I couldn’t take my eyes off the webs. They were spanning from tree to tree. They were enormous. “How big are these giganraneae again?”

“The size of your horses,” Xera answered. “Leave the mounts here. They will only be an impediment down there.

I swallowed and my body trembled. “Do we really have to do this?”

Angela took my hand and gave me a comforting squeeze. “This was your idea. It’s the only chance we have. I’ll be right beside you.”

I was strengthened by her hand. “Okay.”

Xera led. We followed. Angela had her sworn drawn. Xera had restrung her bow for the first time since the basilisk. I pulled out my enchanted dagger. It glowed softly when danger was nearby. A faint, pink hue suffused the blade.

I trembled.

We crept down the slope into the valley. I had thought other parts of the forest were dark. It was midday and yet it felt like evening. The trees were covered in webbing. It stretched in thick, dirty-white strings forming intricate patterns. Torn, old cobwebs dangled from branches. I shuddered every time a sticky strand brushed my face, resisting the urge to yell as I ripped the strands away.

Xera paused, pointing at the ground ahead. It looked normal, and then I noticed the delicate, almost invisible, spider silk rising up around it. “Trap,” she whispered. “Step where I do.”

My body trembled as we followed the elf’s footsteps, creeping through the spider’s domains. The woods were quiet. Too quiet. There were no birds singing or animals rustling. This place was death. The animals of the forest avoided it.

I gripped my dagger. The pink glow grew brighter. I nudged Angela. She saw my dagger, her face tight. She nodded her head and kept walking, her eyes scanning the trees. Xera suddenly drew an arrow from her quiver and knocked it. She crouched, staring up.

Something skittered through the trees. My throat constricted. I caught sight of a black body moving on spindly legs creeping along webbing strung between the tree branches. I held my breath. I wanted to run. But Angela was nearby. I wouldn’t flee like I had with the panthopus.

The giganraneae crept by. Either it didn’t see us or it didn’t care. Maybe it couldn’t see. Maybe it would only know we were here if we brushed one of their webbings. That’s how spiders worked, right? They waited for the fly to land in their web. They weren’t hunters, but ambushers.

After what felt like an eternity, Xera relaxed and we kept walking through the forest. I had never been more relieved than when we reached the center hill and found the dirt hole that lead down into the earth. To the Lesbius Oracle.

I shivered. I knew we would find hope down there.

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Knight-Errant Angela

I was glad to leave the gloomy, web infested vale behind and enter the oracle’s cave. Sophia and Xera followed me. My stomach knotted as we entered the dark of the cave. An earthy smell filled my nose. Roots dangled down from the ceiling, forming a curtain that we had to push through.

The farther we moved from the entrance, the darker the tunnel grew. A light glowed in the distance at the tunnel’s end. The light was a beacon, leading us on. The roots made me shudder. They were like the giganraneae’s webs, but not sticky. Still, I flinched as they brushed my face.

“Slata’s well-used cunt!” Sophia gasped, her voice echoing back and forth down the cave.

I glanced at her. “What?”

“I stubbed my toe on a stupid root!” she moaned.

“It’s not much farther,” I told her. “Let’s keep walking.”

Xera moved with grace. The elf’s eyesight was keener, and I doubted she tripped on every root growing across the dirt floor. The light’s brightness swelled. It spilled golden around a bend in the cave, washing against the darkness.

The roots thinned as we neared. We moved deeper beneath the hill and more earth was above us. The light grew bright enough for me to see the ground again, able to step without tripping and falling on my face. It was a relief. My heart beat faster as I reached the edge of the golden light.

A soft voice hummed. The Oracle.

Please, Pater, Slata, Saphique, Gewin, and all other gods. Please let her have the answers that will allow me and Sophia to defeat Dominari.

I didn’t want to die. I didn’t want to lead Sophia to her death.

I reached the corner and rounded it. The golden light flooded from a round room covered in silken pillows. Colorful curtains hung on the walls, hiding the earthen cave. More had been strung across the ceiling, sheets of silk that rustled and whispered as an unfelt breeze stirred them. Sitting in the center was a young woman. The Lesbius Oracle. Her skin was dusky like a Hazian, and all she wore was silky, black hair that fell around her shoulders and small breasts. Her eyes opened. They were golden and so very ancient.

She had to help me. Oracles were the daughters of Cnawen, the God of Knowledge, and Rithi, the Goddess of Art. They were demigoddesses, able to peer into the future and pass on what they beheld for a price.

“Welcome, Angela,” the Oracle purred, her voice musical. “Have your companions strip your garb and approach.”

I nodded, trembling. “Yes, noble Oracle.”

Her golden eyes watched as Sophia and Xera helped me strip naked. My armor was removed, pulled off piece by piece. Sophia’s green eyes were wide, full of love and concern. Her crush persisted. I knew the feeling. I had the same girlish love for Lady Delilah, but I had long ago learned that such feelings weren’t love.

I loved Kevin. Despite how angry his words had made me. My love only made my anger worse. He should have been my most passionate supporter. Instead, he tried to have me renounce everything that I had strived so hard to achieve. I was a Knight Deute. How dare he try and make me shirk my duty just because I faced almost certain death.

How could he not understand who I was?

How could he love me and fail so miserably to know me? I grit my teeth and pushed him down. I would show him. I would kill the dragon Dominari. I would return and become a full-fledged member of the Knights Deute. He better be ready to give the biggest apology in the world.

I wasn’t sure I would take him back. His lack of faith in me cut to my heart. I did love, but could I be with a man that didn’t believe in me? I wasn’t so sure. Why did love have to be so complicated? Why couldn’t I have just stopped loving Kevin after those words?

“You’ll find the answers,” Sophia said and gave me a hug, her robes soft against my naked body, the pendant Lady Delilah gave me rubbed between my breasts.

I put my arms around her and held her. “Thank you, “I whispered. I’m…I’m sorry I can’t love you.”

My body grew flushed. She was so wonderful to hold.

“It’s…okay,” Sophia sighed. She broke the hug, tears glistening in her eyes.

I glanced at Xera. The naked elf gave me a nod. “You will find your answers.”

“Thanks.” I would miss the elf. She was an interesting travel companion, and her cock definitely added spice to our journey.

I stepped into the room. The oracle rose before me. I gasped at her grace. She made the elves seem clumsy as she walked around me, her golden eyes sliding up and down my body as she studied me. Her every movement made my pussy grow wetter and wetter. Sudden heat burned through me. Juices trickled down my thighs.

The Lesbius Oracle was breathtakingly gorgeous.

“Welcome, seeker,” she purred when she finished her circle. Her hands reached out, her soft fingers caressed my cheek. I blushed and shifted. Her touch sent fire rippling through my body. My knees weakened and I fell to the pillows.

Her hands ran through my red hair. She pulled me to her pussy. A triangle of black pubic hair pointed at her hard, pink clit. Her heavenly musk filled my nose. It was unlike any pussy I had scented—divine and pure. Untouched by men.

Just like Sophia’s.

She moaned as my tongue licked through her folds. My nipples ached and my body shivered. Her taste was delicious. The silky, hot folds of her pussy caressed my lips as I nuzzled into her sex. My nose was filled with her divine scent. My mind grew foggy. My fears melted away.

The Lesbius Oracle would give me the answers I sought.

I tongued harder at her folds. I wanted to pleasure this demigoddess. My fingers gripped the cheeks of her ass. They were perky and firm. Just perfect. I squeezed and kneaded them as my tongue slipped through the folds of her pussy.

“Yes! Imbibe my passion,” purred the oracle. “Open yourself up to my touch.”

Her fingers stroked my hair. My body hummed with electricity. Her touch seemed to reach so deep. I groaned into her hot flesh. My hips undulated. Pleasure built within me. My tongue wiggled and swirled. My lips kissed and nuzzled. I drank down her juices. They warmed my insides, sending fuzzy delight shooting to my pussy and nipples.

“Oh, yes!” groaned the Oracle. “Show me your passion. Deliver pleasure unto me.”

My fingers worked between the cheeks of her ass. The demigoddess gasped as I teased her sphincter. I sucked and nibbled on her clit as my finger sank to the first knuckle into her hot, tight ass. Her flesh clenched about my fingers. The Oracle groaned and hot juices poured into my mouth.

I came.

Delight burst through me. No erogenous part of my body had been touched, and yet the bliss of drinking her ambrosia had given me pleasure. My pussy spasmed. My juices squirted down my thighs. I shoved my finger deeper into her ass as I moaned into her sweet pussy. I shuddered, holding onto the Oracle to keep from falling onto my back.

I forced my mouth to keep licking as the pleasure burned through my body. I tongued her clit. I fingered her ass. I nibbled and licked. The Oracle’s moans grew louder. Her hips undulated. Her ass clenched on my finger.

“That’s it! Deliver me to rapture, Angela.”

Her words spurred me to franticly flick my tongue on her clit. A second finger pushed into her tight asshole. I worked them in and out. Another orgasm shuddered through me. My vision fuzzed. I never wanted to stop drinking her bliss.

The Oracle came.

Her juices flooded my mouth. I drowned in them. No woman had ever gushed so much. They poured down my neck to my breasts. I was anointed in her divine juices. The flood washed over my nipples, caressing them. Electricity shot to my pussy. The flood continued down my stomach to my crotch.

The world exploded in pleasure when her juices touched my pussy. I gasped and heaved. My mind burned. I fell back onto the silken pillows and stared up at the sheets of silk hanging upon the ceiling. They rippled and undulated just like I did.

“Pater’s huge cock!” I gasped.

The Oracle knelt between my thighs, spreading my legs apart. She licked at my pussy. Her tongue’s touch sent another orgasm shooting through me. She curled her tongue through my folds, tasting me everywhere while drinking down my juices.

“You have such passion to share,” the Oracle smiled. “You brim with ecstasy, Angela. Ask your question.”

“Can you tell me how to defeat the dragon?” I panted. “How do I kill Dominari?”

“Give unto me your love for Kevin,” the Oracle purred and took a second lick through my pussy.

“What?” I gasped as my body bucked and pleasure raced through me.

“You must deliver unto me your love for the man known as Kevin,” she repeated. “That is my price and your sacrifice.”

I squeezed my eyes shut as her tongue circled my clit. It was so hard to think as the pleasure shot through my body. I loved Kevin. I couldn’t give up my feelings for him. Right?

My anger crashed into my love. Kevin hadn’t believed in me. He thought I would die. Why should I love a man like that?

Why does love have to be so hard? My heart had pained me since I left Shesax. Kevin’s words had weighed at me. I could be free of the burden. I could be free of my love for him. Why should I waste my affections on a man who didn’t believe in me? I had my chance. I could choose not to love him any longer.

“You have it!” I gasped as another orgasm burst through my body. “You may have my love for Kevin.”

A woman gasped—Sophia.

“Yes!” moaned the Oracle between licks. “It is so sweet.”

The pain in my heart faded. My anger towards Kevin diminished. Why had I obsessed so much over a man’s words. He wasn’t anything important. Had we ever even spoken before he said those words? He was never my lover. Just a man. No one I should at all care about. There was nothing special about him. I smiled, my heart suddenly lighter.

Why had I wasted any time on the man? What a fool I was.

The Oracle licked up my body. Her tongue left heat burning across my skin. Her silky hair caressed my body. She reached my breasts. Her tongue flicked around my nipples, gathering up her pussy juices that had anointed my entire body. Her hands pushed my thighs apart. She settled between them, her hips undulating, her clit rubbing on mine.

“Sweet Sapphire!” I gasped as the Oracle of Lesbius tribbed me. Her golden eyes stared into mine.

“Your future lies open. A path I do see,” she purred, her hips undulating harder. Our breasts were pressed together, our hard nipples brushing.

My body writhed. Pleasure burned through me. My pussy rubbed against her hot cunt. The Oracle’s tongue licked and nuzzled at my ear. Her rhythm picked up. Her excitement growing. She moaned into my ear.

The cave spun about me. The pleasure hammered into my mind. Her every touch was ecstasy. My own hips bucked, grinding my pussy into hers. I wanted to make her cum. I wanted to please this amazing demigoddess. To worship her with my body.

I held her supple form, my hands roaming her back. I groaned and gasped every time her clit nudged mine and sparked off another orgasm through my body. The air was heady with the divine scent of her passion. Her skin was silk, caressing my body. I held her tight, savoring every inch of our flesh pressed together.

“Yes! Deliver your passion unto me. Give unto me such sweet pleasure. Use your body, Angela. Consume me with rapture and the future shall be known!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped, humping faster. My hands found her ass again. I pulled her tight against me.

“So good!” she moaned. “That is it. That is the rapture I crave.” Her hips ground harder, rubbing our clits over and over into each other.

Her head threw back. Her body trembled. The Lesbius Oracle came.

“Daughter of Lilies, beset by betrayals
Duty compels your darkness
A sword is needed. A sword reforged.
To embrace your destiny, the shattered blade must be whole,
Seek out the five holy shards scattered and lost
Companions shall aide you, Daughter of Lilies
All Betrayed
The Virgin Whore touched by no man,
The Quiet Stalker who moves unseen
The Grieving Mage who commands the elements
The Raging Warrior who mourns lost love
The Seducing Bard who shall lose his heart
The Silent Thief who steals more than gold
The Nameless Shaman who shall find her heart
The Flaming Woman who changes your destiny
All Betrayed.
Wield the Hero’s Blade, Daughter of Lilies
In the Dragon’s lair,
Truth shall slay Betrayal’s Lies.”

The Oracle’s words seared into my mind. I shuddered and came one final time.

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King Edward IV Secaren – Shesax, Kingdom of Secare

“Are you still watching the knight?” my pregnant wife asked as she lounged naked upon our bed. Beside her, the slumbering Lady Danielle lay on her belly, my wife’s fingers caressing her curvy ass. We had shared the young noblewoman tonight, but the moment my passions had been spent, I had to check on Angela.

“She is at the oracle,” I growled. “She is receiving a prophecy.”

The words echoed in my mind as I held the twin of the amulet around Angela’s neck. I could see and hear what she did. Lady Delilah’s device worked as advertised. With it, I had kept progress on Angela’s journey. The revelation she sought her own prophecy disturbed me.

“What does the Oracle say?” my wife asked.

I chilled. “She’s told to seek the Hero’s Blade.” The words of the Oracle of Sekar echoed in my mind: You shall die, Mighty King, upon the Hero’s Blade. “The blasted Lesbius Oracle has told her she needs it to kill the dragon. Illth’s bloody pox!” My heart beat faster. “Lady Delilah’s plan was to lead Angela to her death, not to arm her with the High King’s sword.”

My wife awkwardly stood, stroking her pregnant belly. My son grew in there. He would be the next king of Secare. No woman would unseat him, let alone the whore-descendant of the High King. Lavinia wrapped her arms around my neck.

“You cannot let her have the sword,” she whispered. “You must be strong. Be the king.”

“I should have just had her killed and damn the consequences of offending the Knights Deute!”

“But now she is away. Out in the wilderness. Vulnerable.” Her lips were hot. A stir shot down to my cock. Her naked breasts rubbed against my shoulder. She was a gorgeous woman, blonde and buxom, as beautiful as any Zeutchian Princess. “I hear there is a warlock in Shesax.”

I froze. “A rogue mage of Thosi?”

“Defeated by a warlock… What a sad end to a promising knight’s career.”

END of Book 1

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Part 3 picks up where part 1 left off

Heather’s Delimma
by Napoleon Leopold

Chapter 3
Present day

Amanda forced Heather to stand up. She attached her wrist cuffs to each end of a spreader bar above her. Amanda removed Heather’s ring gag and replaced it with a double ring gag. One ring in her mouth and the other just outside of her mouth.
She then got Melissa down from her bondage and attached her wrist cuffs to the end of the same bar facing her mother. Naked and breast to breast, there was no escaping what Amanda had planned for them.

Melissa’s scold gag was removed and Amanda forced her head forward forcing her mouth onto the other ring gag sticking out of Heather’s mouth. A second set of straps buckled around Melissa’s head keeping the two woman lip locked with their mouths open. An ingenious yet evil position. Their tongues seeked out and explored the others mouth while drool spilled from each of the women into the others mouth with the excess escaping from the sides of their mouth to dribble down their chins.

Amanda pressed the button on the wall and the spreader bar began to raise higher lifting both women up until their feet left the floor. Both tried to search for the floor with their legs trying to find it with their toes, but they were just out of reach.

Taking a double-ended 14″ long dildo, Amanda bent it in two and forced an end up into both of their pussies. The pressure of the dildo trying to unfold itself kept it inside of them. Just to make sure, Amanda tightly buckled a leather strap around their thighs just above their knees holding their legs together.

Next she reached between them and attached a four way nipple noose. Each noose slipped over a nipple and tightened up. Once all four were attached Heather’s and Melissa’s nipples were trapped and all four pulled towards each other painfully. Any movement by either of them pulled on their own and the others nipples.

Amanda picked up a nine-strand whip and walking around the woman striking them in turn. She whipped their backs, buttocks and thighs all the while calling Heather her bitch and Melissa a slut. She told them she would not stop whipping them until they made each other cum so they better start moving their bodies to get that dildo inside of them to do is job. It took awhile but Melissa came first followed a few minutes later by her mother. Amanda laughed at them, put the whip down and left the room. She came back twenty minutes later after watching them on the monitor wriggle around until they gave each other a second orgasm.

Amanda laughed at them both and turned their position around so the two exhausted woman were hanging back to back so she could walk around them for another half an hour whipping their breasts and stomachs, listening to them scream before letting them down.

Making them face each other on their knees she buckled a wide leather collar around Melissa’s neck and used short chain to the front of each other’s collar. Stepping between them she forced Heather to eat her pussy while Melissa was forced once again to tongue her ass hole.

Three orgasms later, Amanda stepped away from the two. “Umm, that was nice. Bitch, you are getting much better at pleasing me. “

“Thank you Mistress. To make you happy is my duty. I’m glad you are pleased with this slave’s performance. ” Heather answered.

“And you slut, I just love it when you have your tongue up my ass.”

“Thank you Mistress. ” Melissa answers, head bowed and tears on her cheeks from the humiliation of having to do that in front of her mom. She had been training to be Amanda’s sex slut only for almost a month now. Ever since that one night she stopped over looking for her mom. The night that she was drugged, made love to. No, had sex with Amanda. Video taped doing it. And then being threatened with exposure. Amanda threatened to put the tape of her on the Internet, though she didn’t realize it was already being sold over the web now. She also threatened to send copies to her mom and her school if she didn’t come by after school every day and do what Amanda ordered. But every day was more sex and more bondage. Worst was everything was video taped. And now her mother knew. Weeks into her training she knew her mom was also a slave to Amanda, but she never in her dreams would think that Amanda would expose her to her mom. She was so wrong.

“Maybe we should begin to stretch your tongue longer. That way you could shove it even deeper in my ass. Would you like that slut? “

“If it pleases you Mistress, it would please me. “

“Good answer, ” she said. “Now we need to get you two fed. After all we have the entire weekend to play, don’t we? “

“Yes, Mistress! ” They answered in unison.

Amanda forced each one to crawl into separate cages after she had locked their wrist cuffs together behind their backs. The cages were small and they had to stay on their knees on the bare cross steel of cages. Their bottoms were pressed up against the back of the cages. Amanda closed the door to the cages which left their heads sticking outside of the cages. She then locked their wrist cuffs to the top of the cages behind their backs ensuring that they stayed bent over.

Next, dildos attached to machines were pushed up against the backs of the cages and inserted into their pussies. They were turned on so that they pumped in and out of their twats at a medium pace. Amanda left the room and returned fifteen minutes later carrying two dog bowls each filed with a can of Alpo. She placed the bowls in front of their cages and said. “Let’s make this into a contest. The first one finished with their dinner will get to lick my pussy while the looser gets punished. So you bitches better get to chowing down. “

Both woman lowered their heads and began eating the dog food. Disgusting was not a word to describe the food but Amanda sat watching the girls all the while taunting them and egging them on. Eating while having a dildo reaming in and out of your cunt wasn’t easy as both women experienced several orgasms as they ate. But, it wasn’t long before Heather finished her food first, licking her bowl clean before her daughter Melissa was able to. Amanda stood up from where she was seated and clapped telling Heather what a good bitch she unlike slut who was disappointed her. She turned off the dildo machine and removed it from Heather’s pussy while she turned the speed up on Melissa’s and left it pumping hard and fast until she finished licking her bowl clean several minutes and another orgasm later.

A little while later Melissa was hanging upside-down with her legs attached to the ends of a spreader bar. Her hands were cuffed and locked to a ring in the floor below her. Her mom knelt behind her facing the opposite direction with her hands cuffed behind her back. Amanda stood in front of Heather. The goal was for Heather to bring Amanda off trice with her tongue all the while Amanda stood there whipping Melissa’s ass, legs and pussy with a nine stand cat whip. Each strike of the whip caused Melissa to scream. Heather had no choice but work hard licking and sucking Mistress Amanda’s pussy while listening to her baby scream in pain. It took her almost thirty minutes to get her to cum the times. Amanda then left the two woman in the room. Melissa hanging upside down weeping and Heather on her knees back towards her daughter and ordered not to move from her position.

Later, when Amanda returned she told them it was time to put them to bed for the night. She placed Heather face up on the leather covered bondage table. Her arms were pulled to each side of the table and locked down by her wrists. The same was done to her legs which left them spread with her knees bent. Melissa was made to climb up on top of her mother’s body and lay down facing her in a 69 position. Her arm and legs were similarly locked to the sides of the table. Straps across her upper back and her waist ensured she would stay pressed against her mom all night.

A pair of double dildo gags were then strapped into each woman’s mouth with the other end forced into the others pussy. Straps behind their necks and around each other’s thighs allowed for some movement of their heads but not enough to allow the ends of the dildos to pull out of each other.

Before leaving the room for the rest of the evening, above the table Amanda lit three slow burning, hanging candles. Each candle was tilted so as it melted, the hot wax would drip down onto Melissa’s back. With each drop of wax, Melissa’s body would jerk making sure she would buck her hips and move her head enough to ensure there would be no rest for either girl. The musk smell of each girl’s sex wafted the other’s nostrils. It wasn’t long before both of their heads were bobbing, bringing each other to an orgasm. This went on and on throughout the night.

The next morning Amanda watched the overnight video of the two girls as she sat and enjoyed her morning coffee. Sales on the Dark Web from this session turned to be one of the highest grossing for Amanda to date.

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A mother makes love to her soulmate

Soulmate
by: Discreet Lover
Copyright 2012

Her soft lips touched mine as we kissed. The smell of her perfume filled my nose as we embraced. It always amazed me just how well she fit against me. She must’ve been placed on this earth just for me. All too soon the hug ended and she pulled away. Her pretty face was lite up with a bright smile as she chatted about her day. How she had aced a test she had been certain she’d fail. How her coach had made them run suicides because the team couldn’t calm down and focus on the plays. As she chattered away energetically she moved gracefully around the kitchen fixing a sandwich. Normally I get home before she does and make her a snack. But today I was held up in a meeting so I hadn’t made it home in time to fix one, not that she minded.
Our evening went normally. We sat across from each other at the dining room table, she was doing homework, I was looking over contracts for work. Both of us were eating pizza as I had been to lazy to cook that night. Around 8:30 she put down her pen and looked at me with a triumphant smile. “I’m done!” She announced proudly.

“Congratulations.” I replied with an amused smile. “It took you long enough.”

She rolled her eyes at me then a small smile spread across her face. “I’m going to get ready for bed.” She said casually. “Don’t stay up to late.” And with that she was gone. My panties grew damp as I watched her ass sway as she walked upstairs. A small smile played on my lips as I finished up my contracts, rushing just a little. Once I finished and put them into my briefcase, I checked the doors, set the alarm and turned out the lights before heading upstairs. When I entered my room a glorious sight greeted me.

The young naked body of my lover laid in the center of our bed. Her pretty strawberry blond hair fanned out around her head like a halo. Her firm breasts topped with hard nipples just ready for me suck on pointed towards the ceiling. Her firm yet soft body was flush with arousal. Those beautiful grey eyes were closed tight as she masturbated. The sound of her heavy breathing filled the room, the smell of her arousal was so strong and intoxicating it made my mouth water. All I could do was stare for a moment I hadn’t made a sound yet somehow she sensed my presence for her eyes opened. “You were taking to long.” Came the gasped explanation.

With an amused smile I quickly stripped. “Well I’m here now.”

I moved onto the bed and pulled her hand away from her pussy making her whimper. I could tell she was on the verge of an orgasm but I knew it would be even better if she waited.

“Shh darling. I’ll take care of it.” I whispered just before I kissed her, our tongues dancing together. As we kissed her body started to relaxed signalling that she was calming down which meant it was time for me to excite her again. My first thought was to tease her and make her wait, but I knew she didn’t really like that especially since I’ve already stopped her orgasm once already. I slipped down her body and moved between her legs.

“Please! Just do it!” Came her impatient cry which made me chuckled. The impatience of young, they just don’t understand how drawing it out, how foreplay just makes it all the sweeter when you finally get to the main event. Eventually I’ll teach her that, but for now I gave into her wish. My lips gently brushed her clit making her shiver in delight and moan softly. I lifted her legs up and over my shoulders for better access before I really started on her. I sucked gently just enough to excite her but not nearly enough pressure to bring her off. My tongue flicked the hard button making her squeal and tremble. Hard suck, gentle suck, hard nip, repeat. I teased her, aroused her, made her moan and scream my name but I didn’t do enough to bring her off. She knew the only way to get what she wanted was to beg, beg me to take her over the edge.

Finally she just couldn’t take anymore. She begged. “Please! Oh God! Please! I need to cum!”

That was what I had been waiting on. I sucked her clit hard and plunged two fingers into ther tight pussy pumping hard and fast. A few seconds later she screamed her orgasm. “OHMYGOD!!” Her body trembled, bucked, shook and she flooded my mouth with her delicious sweet flavor. After a few moments she finally relaxed. Damn was all she said.

“I think you liked that.” I said in a teasing tone.

Her eyes lite up with a smile. “I loved it. I love you.”

My heart filled to bursting with joy as I gazed at the beautiful young woman. She could’ve had anyone, someone younger and prettier them me, lord knows her school is filled with young women like that. Yet, she chose to be with me, she was an angel. “I love you too baby.”

We kissed passionately, a soul searing kiss pouring all our love for each other into it. When we finally came up for air I felt her hand snake between my legs to stroke my pussy.

“You’re so wet.” She purred. Then that sexy woman moved on top of me positioning herself into a 69. Her baby smooth pussy with it’s puffy lips settled above my mouth, it’s honey dripping onto my lips. I ran my hands over her back, down to her smooth ass giving her a playful swat. Then I felt it. Her tongue on my hard clit, her hands rubbing my thighs. A moan escaped my lips as she roughly licked my hard button.

“Yeah baby. Just like that.” I moaned into her pussy. My tongue danced around her pearl as my fingers slid inside her, stroking her. She moaned as she lapped at my wet pussy drinking down my nectar. Both our faces were buried in pussy, inhaling each other’s scent, drinking each other’s essence. My tongue replaced my fingers in her pussy. Oh God how I love that pussy, it was so tight it sucked at my tongue as I made love to her. Then without warning she tensed, hugged her body to mine and screamed into my pussy as she came flooding my mouth with flavor. At almost the same time I felt my orgasm hit and I came into her mouth too.

We laid there catching our breath for a few minutes before she turned around and cuddled into my arms. As soft sigh of contentment escaped my lips as she nuzzled my neck.

“God I love you.” She said softly.

“I love you to baby. So much.” I whispered as I rubbed her back gently. There was no other place I wanted to be at that moment then right there. In the arms of my lover, my soul mate, my daughter.

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