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A very intelligent teenager falls in love with the head cheerleader.

Fbailey story number 271

Too Advanced For Her Age

I’m a very smart girl. I skip grades all of the time and I got into high school when I was only ten years old. By the time I was a senior I was still only twelve however by Thanksgiving I had turned thirteen and went to my first party. It was a drinking, dancing, and sex party but I didn’t know that at first.

By the way I’m Peggy Sue. As I said before I recently turned thirteen. Finally I’m a teenager. I’m quite average for a thirteen-year-old at four feet nine inches tall and eight-five pounds other than that I have very little in common with other thirteen-year-old girls. I wear an A-cup bra, get straight A’s in school, and I play the violin quite well too. I have also been told that I am cute.

Anyway the rest of the seniors think that I am special. They all talk to me and are very nice. I was even invited to a party on the Friday after Thanksgiving otherwise called Black Friday. Bambi the head cheerleader invited me because it was taking place at her house. She told me to bring a bikini because she had an indoor swimming pool. It was going to be a pool party for seniors only. Almost everyone there was going to be eighteen or nineteen years old.

When I told Mom that I had been invited to the party she thought that we should go shopping. We bought a nice bikini and a whole outfit for me to wear. I got a blouse, miniskirt, shoes, and even a new bra and panties from Victoria’s Secret.

I felt pretty. Mom dropped me off and told me to call her when I was ready to come home. Bambi answered the door when I rang the bell. She looked gorgeous. I felt like a little kid next to her…I was a little kid, I was just too advanced for my age.

The party started out slowly with kids dancing and some swimming for about an hour. Then the booze was brought out and things really got going. Kids were kissing and making out, others were fooling around in the pool, and yet others were just standing around talking.

As one of guys handed me a glass Bambi took away from me. She explained that he was just trying to get me drunk so that he could fuck me. What! I was astounded at her comment but she explained that he was noted for fucking unconscious girls and that his goal in life was to become an undertaker so that he could practice his necrophilia tendencies. I knew the word meant an erotic attraction to corpses and then I put two and two together. Bambi had saved me from him and I thanked her for it.

Bambi then took me to the kitchen and showed me how to make a ‘momosa’ using two parts orange juice and one part Champaign. She told me to go easy on the Champaign and that I should just sip it for at least an hour. That way I would fit in and I wouldn’t get drunk. Again I thanked her.

She told me to go get my bathing suit and that we could change in her bedroom. I went with her. Her bedroom was fantastic, she was fantastic, and I wished that she were my older sister. When I told her that she just smiled at me and said that she would like that very much too. Then she suggested that I call my mother and ask permission to spend the night with her. I did and mom wished me a good time.

Bambi undressed in front of me as if she did it all the time. She really was gorgeous, she had fantastic breasts, and her pussy was shaved into the shape of a heart on her pubic mound while the rest of it was shaved bare. She just smiled at me as I got undressed. I felt so embarrassed as she watched me remove my clothes. I have almost no tits and my pussy had just a little bit of peach fuzz on it. Bambi smiled and said that I had the perfect body. For some reason I believed her. Then we embraced. My head fit right into her cleavage. I was staring at her erect nipple just inches in front of my nose. I inhaled and she smelled so good. She too must have inhaled because she told me how good my hair smelled. She rubbed my back from my shoulder down to my ass cheeks. I just kept my arms around her waist. I could hear her heartbeat and it was so soothing that I felt like I was in my mother’s arms. Soon I realized that we were still in each other’s arms and that Bambi was massaging my ass cheeks and that she was rubbing one of my nipples. I felt the urge to take her nipple in my mouth, so I did so. She seemed to like it, so sucked on it more. Right then I felt so close to Bambi in a way that I couldn’t explain. Her rubbing of my ass and my breast made a funny feeling deep in my tummy.

Suddenly Bambi shuddered and released me. We put on our bikinis and headed down to the pool area where the rest of the party was taking place. Along the way Bambi asked me if had enjoyed hugging her and I told her that I had. She told me that we could hug all night long in her bed afterwards if I wanted too. I told her that I would like that very much.

Bambi kept a close eye on me and I on her. The party started to get really wild and girls were topless, boys were grabbing them, and I saw couples go off together. I knew that they were going to have sex. Several boys tried to get Bambi to go with them but she wouldn’t go with them. I was pleased because for some reason I was jealous. I wanted her myself. A few boys asked me to go off with them but I told them that I didn’t want too. Some of the boys tried to kiss me, some felt my ass but not like Bambi had, and one even grabbed my little tits from behind. Bambi smacked him for his efforts. He apologized and then he left me alone.

The party was scheduled to end at midnight and Bambi made a couple of announcements to that effect. Her fellow cheerleaders helped her get the others out. Then they had one last drink to the end of a perfect evening. One at a time each cheerleader told the rest of the cheerleaders who had kissed them, who they had let feel them up, and who they had let fuck them that night. When it came to me I told them about Rob grabbing my tits. Bambi was last and told the other girls about our nude hug in her bedroom and that I had agreed to spend the night in her bed. For some reason I was pleased when they told me that they had all slept with Bambi too and that she was the nicest girl that they had ever slept with. Then Bambi removed her bikini and then mine. One at a time each cheerleader kissed me on the lips, rubbed my nipples, and fingers my wet pussy before doing the same thing to Bambi. They wished us both a good night and then they left us alone.

Bambi picked up our bikinis and took my hand. We went up to her bedroom and right into her bathroom. There we took turns using the toilet and then we took a shower together. Bambi washed my body and I got to wash her body. She liked my little tits and I liked her big ones. She liked my pussy and fingered it. I liked her pussy too and I fingered it. Then Bambi played with my clit and gave me my first orgasm. Oh my God! That was fantastic. I had tried it once when I was eight years old and taking advanced biology by apparently my mind was way to advanced for my body at the time because my clit was not developed enough for me to stimulate myself.

We dried off and got in bed together. She turned the light out and kissed me. She had the softest lips, the nicest tongue, and the best tasting mouth that I could ever imagine. In the next hour she kissed every inch of my body, she made love to my tiny breasts, and she ate my pussy until I had orgasm after orgasm. I had never felt that good in my entire life. Finally after Bambi had her fill of me I was allowed to do whatever I wished to her. I loved her big boobs and sucked on her nipples forever. I cautiously went down to her pussy and started to use my fingers and lips on her like she had on me. She tasted wonderful and I realized why she spent so much time eating my pussy. She was very juicy from our lovemaking. I inserted one of my fingers in her moist pussy, then I inserted two, and then I tried to get my whole hand inside her. Surprisingly it started to slide into her and then I got scared. Bambi said that it felt good and told me to keep going so I did. Because of how tiny I was and the fact that I had tiny hands too, I was able to get it all the way up inside her pussy. At her request I made a fist and started fucking her. Bambi had multiple orgasms and said that she loved me. I told her that I loved her too. I fisted her until I fell asleep.

Sometime in the middle of the night Bambi woke me up and asked me to take my hand out of her pussy so that she could go to the bathroom. She had to pee because of all the drinks that she had at her party. I went in with her. She sat on the toilet and had me sit on her lap facing her. We peed together at the same time. I peed all over her pussy as we French kissed. We took another shower together then we went back to bed.

That time she fingered my pussy with one and then with two fingers. Bambi went to her drawer and took out a dildo that was really long and had a head on each end. She said that she loves to put one end in her pussy and one end in her ass. Wow!

I got that thing shoved into my pussy very gentle before she fucked me with it. It was the very first thing to ever enter me but after that terrific feeling it wouldn’t be the last. Bambi said that no boy yet had felt that good inside her. She admitted that she very much liked girls but that she had let six different boys fuck her in the past. They were all members of the football team. She and the other cheerleaders had passed them around. Some of the girls had allowed all twenty-six members of the football team to fuck them, including the two coaches and the equipment manager too. Bambi on the other hand had made love to all of the cheerleaders on the Varsity and on the Junior Varsity teams along with all four coaches. It was quite obvious that Bambi liked girls more than she liked boys and that I liked Bambi. Soon Bambi was on the other end of the dildo and we were fucking it back and forth between our pussies. She let me keep it in my pussy and then we cuddled and fell asleep again.

The next morning we woke up late and I helped Bambi clean up the house. Her parents knew that she was going to give the party and that was why they had gone away. All she had to do was make sure that the house was presentable when they returned.

We were swimming in our bikinis when Bambi’s parents came home. Bambi introduced me to her mother as her ‘girlfriend.’ I blushed at the way that she had said the word girlfriend. Her mother smiled at me and said that Bambi had good taste in girls, then she surprised me when she asked her if I tasted as good as I looked. Bambi told her that I did. Her parents knew that she went both ways but that she preferred girls.

Bambi’s mother said that she would get hid of her husband and come back to join us for a nude swim. Bambi told her mother not to bother because she was not going to share me with her. I was shocked at the mere thought of Bambi’s mother wanting to have sex with me. But then again she was a very pretty woman. I realized that I was now considering having sex with other girls. However, at that moment I enjoyed being Bambi’s girlfriend.

The End
Too Advanced For Her Age
271

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Minako and her twin sister have a naughty evening when they take their mother over to Clint’s house for dinner.

Twin Sister Delights

(An Incestuous Harem Story)

Chapter Five: Twins’ Wicked Evening

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

“This is going to be an amazing dinner,” my twin sister said as we walked up the street with our mom to Clint’s house.

“Minako thinks so, too,” I answered, the pair of us speaking our native Japanese.

Kimiko gave me a naughty grin, a smile spreading across her delicate lips, the corners of her mouth spreading wide. She gripped my hand, squeezing it. We both wore dresses, mine sleeveless and blue, the skirt falling down to a few inches above my knee while hers was white with purple polka dots decorating it, a scoop cut to her bodice showing off the top of her small breasts, giving her just a little bit of cleavage. We both had our silky, black hair combed, mine with a pair of barrettes to hold back my bangs.

Our mother walked ahead of us. She also wore a dress, something stylish, salmon pink with the waist cinched tight by a built-in belt. It gave such a nice shape to her rump. A hot thrill tingled through my pussy. I wore no panties beneath my dress, which felt so naughty. I couldn’t wait for tonight. Clint and his incestuous harem would help Kimiko and I seduce our mother.

I wanted to lick our mother’s pussy. I wanted to eat her snatch and make her cum. I wanted to suck on her nipples while my sister enjoyed the other. I wanted to share her with my twin. My sister-Mistress. If Kimiko ordered me to do something naughty, I would. Without hesitation. I would do such naughty things to her. I would devour her.

“It’s this house, Kimiko-chan?” asked Mom, nodding to the gray house with the large tree in the front yard.

I shivered, remembering meeting Lee in this very yard, the girl raking up leaves. She saw us, seeing a pair of Japanese twins, and just had to seduce us for her brother. Of course, Kimiko wanted to be seduced. She knew Zoey, Clint’s older sister, from the internet. They were part of a secret chat group made up of girls longing to commit incest with their brothers.

“Yes, it is, okaasan,” Kimiko said. She shivered. “This is going to be amazing.”

“You are in a rare in mood today,” our mother said.

Kimiko shivered, her hand squeezing mine so tight. She nodded her head, shivering, shuddering. “It’s just that Clint’s such a cool guy, you know, okaasan. So cute.”

Our mother gave a shudder.

“Minako thinks so, too,” I said, referring to myself in the third person. It was how little girls would speak especially to their older brothers. Kimiko claimed I did it because I wanted an older brother to be childish around.

And now we had Clint.

Our mother had met Clint earlier today and responded to his charm. She patted her hair now and adjusted her skirt as she faced the walkway up to his house. Her cheeks had a touch of color to them. I couldn’t wait to see Clint fuck her.

“Let’s go, okaasan,” Kimiko said, my twin squeezing my hand.

“Right, right,” our mother said. Then she marched to the door, her heels clicking. My twin sister and I followed. My eighteen-year-old body trembled. My stomach twisted into a nervous pretzel even as my pussy grew hotter and hotter. If anyone could seduce our mother into incest. It was Clint and his family.

Our mother reached the porch and punched the doorbell. A chime rang through the house. I could hear movement inside. Soft music drifted through, generic pop, the sort of tunes you’d hear listening to American radio.

Footsteps approached the door. Kimiko squeezed my hand. She then ducked over and gave me a quick kiss on the lips behind our mother’s back. I shuddered at the hot feel of her mouth, and that brief flutter of her tongue. A dizzying wave of heat washed out of my cunt. My snatch grew juicier and juicier.

The door opened.

Mother straightened, smiling.

“Hello,” Clint said in English, his voice a delicious baritone. Deep and manly, but with still a hint of boyishness about it. A delicious contrast of youth and confidence. “Come in, Mrs. Mihara. It’s such a pleasure to see you.”

He took our mother’s hand, guiding her inside. Our mother turned her head and I caught such a big smile on her lips. A touch of color darkened her cheeks even with the rogue she wore. When was the last time Mother wore so much makeup? She looked gorgeous.

Women and girls were already gathering in the living room. I shivered. I knew he had a large harem, but I had not met any of them save Lee and Zoey yesterday. Lee had such a big grin on her face, the slender girl wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top that showed off the starting swell of her pregnancy, her breasts round and clearly braless. Her short, black hair gave her face a mischievous quality only enhanced by that smile.

“Mrs. Mihara,” Clint said, “we’re all so glad you and your daughters could be here. These are my sisters, Alicia and Zoey.”

Alicia turned out to be a petite girl who looked like she was ten or twelve, wearing a frilly, pink dress with delicate glasses perched on her girlish face. I knew she was actually eighteen like my sister and me, the youngest member of Clint’s harem.

“It’s so nice to meet you, Mrs. Mihara,” Alicia said, her voice delicate.

Zoey was taller and so busty. She had the biggest pair of tits I had ever seen. They stretched out the cashmere sweater she wore, the tight, purple fabric hugging those big mounds. She had a refined beauty about her, matured out of the youthfulness of the other girls, her brassy hair giving her such an exotic look. She held another young woman’s hand who had fiery hair and green eyes, a flirty smile on her face.

“Hello,” Zoey said. “And this is my girlfriend, Stefani.”

“Girlfriend?” our mother asked. “Oh, that’s nice.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” Stefani said, that grin turning naughty as she glanced at us. “Zoey told me so much about you, Kimiko. Especially about that talk you two had yesterday.”

My sister squeezed her hand on me, shivering. “It was a… uh… informative talk.”

“I bet it was,” Stefani said.

“And these are my cousins, Lee and Melody,” Clint said.

“Sup,” Lee said, bouncing on her feet beside a blonde girl who looked a year or two older than me. She had such light hair coloring compared to the rest of her family, but the features of her face were found in Zoey, Alicia, and Lee.

“It’s so nice to meet you,” Melody said. “Don’t let the brat here bother you. If she’s bad, just let Clint or me know, and we’ll deal with her.”

“Oh, I am sure your sister will be fine,” Mom said, still holding Clint’s hand.

“And here’s my girlfriend, Pam,” Clint said, motioning to the Japanese girl lurking in the doorway. I hadn’t noticed her. She was petite like my twin and me, her black hair gathered in a French braid that gave her such a confident, elegant appearance. She strode forward, wearing black leggings beneath her skirt. She took Clint’s other hand and gave him a kiss on the mouth.

“It’s so nice to meet you, Mrs. Mihara,” she said.

“Oh, girlfriend,” Mom said, a hint of disappointment in the tightness of her words.

“And that’s Pam’s mom, Mrs. Hiragawa,” Clint added, nodding to the Japanese woman Mother’s age, sweeping in.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mihara-san,” the woman said in Japanese. It was a little stiff, like she hadn’t spoken it in a long time.

“My daughters and I are just so honored to be here, Hiragawa-san,” Mom answered. “And please, call me Kaori.”

“Asuka,” Pam’s mother said, giving a nod of her head. I knew she, too, was part of the harem and that her daughter was Clint’s half-sister. Just like his cousins.

“And last, the two women who made tonight’s dinner possible, we have my mother, Cheryl, and my Aunt Vicky,” Clint said, pointing at another door.

Two women with aprons on stepped out. They were clearly sisters, both mature and beautiful, one with hair dyed bleached-blonde, the other with the same black that Lee and Clint had. They were busty like Zoey, their aprons hugging tight to their curvy bodies. Their faces were beautiful. They both were so lovely, the one with bleached-blonde hair almost glowing.

“My son told us so much about meeting you today, Mrs. Mihara,” the woman with the dyed hair said. “I just want you to know, we will do everything to make your time living in California pleasurable and memorable.”

“I bet you will,” Kimiko whispered, her hand squeezing me.

“Now I hope you won’t think us rude,” Vicky said, “but we still have work to do on dinner. The ham is coming out amazing. You’re going to love it.”

Our mother nodded, still holding Clint’s hand.

“Come on,” Mrs. Hiragawa said, embracing my mother. “I would love to talk to you. I haven’t been able to speak my native language since my parents moved to America when I was a child.”

“Of course,” our mother said, letting the other Japanese beauty lead her off into the living room. I couldn’t help but shiver, knowing this woman had discovered the joys of incest with her daughter. I squirmed, wanting mother to enjoy that.

Clint’s sisters all came up and embraced Kimiko and me. The hugs seemed innocent, but I could feel the press of their breasts, especially Melody when she gave me a fierce hug and a quick grope of my ass. It made me feel nervous with fluttering excitement, hoping our mother didn’t notice before it was time for the fun to begin.

Mother glanced at Clint when the pair reached the far side of the living room. “Your daughter is a lucky girl to have Clint for a boyfriend.”

“Oh, yes, she’s delirious with joy. He’s such a strong, young man.” Mrs. Hiragawa said. I couldn’t help but listen, my ears pricked as Lee babbled. “Young men can be such a joy for a woman. How long has it been since your husband passed?”

“Ten years.” Mom swallowed. “I still miss Junichiro. It’s been… lonely.”

“Such a long time to go without a lover,” Mrs. Hiragawa said, taking my mother’s hand and drawing her farther away in the living room to admire the flowers on the mantle.

I hoped this would work.

“Let’s go talk in my room,” Zoey said. “Stefani has so many questions for you, Kimiko.”

“So many,” the redhead said, her arm slipping around Kimiko’s shoulders. “Have you seen our toy collection? How good are you at conversation? Do you believe in sharing?”

My pussy grew so hot as Zoey and Stefani led Kimiko off in another direction. I didn’t know if I should follow or not. I shifted in place, feeling suddenly so alone despite the other people in the house. My heart thundered in my chest and—

Arms went around my body. I was hugged from behind. Hair caressed my cheek as the girl nuzzled at me from behind. She had round breast that rubbed into my back, separated by our clothing. I turned my head and saw blonde locks and a fair cheeks. It was Melody, her hands stroking my stomach.

“Mmm, just relax,” she told me. “We are a well-oiled machine here. We’re going to seduce the panties off your mother. Now watch my Clint.”

Clint appeared. I hadn’t noticed him vanishing. He strode across the room with a pair of wine glasses in hand. He handed them to the two Japanese women. Mother turned to face him, her posture changing. It became more… open, her back straighter, showing off the curves of her body in her purple dress. It outlined her round breasts nicely. Clint stroked her arm after she took the glass. He said something.

She laughed.

Mother blossomed. She looked so alive as she talked to him, a flower drinking in the rays of a handsome sun. I shuddered in Melody’s embrace, loving the feel of her holding me. She rubbed harder at my belly through my dress, making my pussy so wet.

“A woman needs the attention of a man,” Melody purred. “It’s stirring to watch, isn’t it, Minako?”

I nodded my head, my throat so tight, my mouth dry with excitement.

Melody’s right hand drifted down from my belly. She slid past my crotch, moving down my thigh to the hem of my dress. I gasped as she slid beneath it. Right here in the living room, fifteen or so feet from my mother, she slid her hand up beneath my dress. Her fingers touched my skin, igniting a fire that raced up to my pussy.

I whimpered as she climbed higher and higher. She wiggled, pressing her crotch into my rump. This was such a risk. We could get caught by my mother. I should object, but the excitement of last night, using the double-headed dildo with Kimiko beneath the blanket on the couch while our mother watched TV, stirred through me. It was this strange thrill of getting caught.

It heightened the feel of Melody’s fingers.

I fought the urge to gasp when she reached my silky bush. I whimpered, my eyes squeezing shut, as she caressed me with her delicate fingers. She stroked me with her naughty touch, caressing me. Her fingers intertwined through my silky curls as she searched for my hot cunt. She brushed my wet lips.

I shivered as she stroked up and down my slit. She moved around me, stimulating me as she stood next to me now, her digit dancing up and down my pussy. She brushed my clit, making me shudder as she faced me, a normal-looking expression on her face acting like she wasn’t fingering my slit.

“Mmm, you’ve got a hot, little cunt, don’t you?” she asked.

I nodded my head, shivering at the wicked delight.

“I hear you’re just a submissive thing,” purred Melody. “Just doing anything someone wants. I like that in a slut fucking my man.”

I nodded my head again, fighting the little whimpers. My mom was so close, talking with Clint. But if she looked over at us, and realized Melody had her hand beneath my skirt. I shuddered, my face contorting with bliss.

Melody’s free hand grabbed my right wrist and brought it to her inner thigh right beneath the hem of her jean skirt. She gave me a wicked grin, drawing my hand upright. I shivered as she brought my hand higher and higher, her flesh so silky smooth. Heat grew and grew. I whimpered, my pussy clenching.

And then I was touching her shaved pussy lips. She had no hair, her flesh smooth and dripping. I groaned as she pushed me tight against her pussy. Then she gave me a big grin and licked her lips. I let out a moan, copying her, stroking up and down her slit. Her labia felt so hot against my fingers. I felt her folds, stroking her as we both whimpered.

“Mmm, you’re mother has no idea you’re a little lezzie-slut, does she?” Melody asked, glancing at my mom. “She’s drooling over my man. She has no idea you’re rubbing my pussy.”

“No idea,” I whimpered.

“Mmm, say what you are,” Melody purred and then jammed her fingers into my pussy.

The shock of her penetration made me rise on my tiptoes. I groaned, my pussy clenching down on her fingers. I copied her. I jammed my digits into her juicy depths, submitting to her. Her cunt engulfed me. I wiggled them inside of her, making her smile.

“Say it,” Melody hissed, the heel of her hand ground on my clit.

“Minako is a little lezzie slut,” I moaned, my pussy squeezing down on her fingers.

She massaged my bud, making me tremble. I let out a deep whimper of delight. I gasped and shuddered, my entire body shivering in delight. It was so amazing. It was so delicious. I couldn’t help but squirm in wondrous delight.

Pleasure washed through me. I groaned and gasped. My eyes squeezed shut. My entire body trembled. Her fingers pumped faster and faster, stirring up my cunt. I wanted to moan, but I couldn’t. I had to be calm. I couldn’t look like a little, lezzie slut. Mom would notice, if she glanced over at me.

My fingers pumped faster and faster into Melody’s cunt. I churned her up, making her whimper. She pressed against me, the feel of her round breasts rubbing on my arm. She jammed a third digit into my snatch.

I copied her.

“Ooh, yes, that’s it, you little Japanese whore,” she hissed. “You’re going to make me cum so hard, aren’t you?”

“Minako will, Melody-chan,” I groaned, my body shaking.

I caught Lee grinning at me. Pam was beside her, watching as she sipped a coke. She had flushed cheeks. Her eyes were so naughty. My pussy quivered about Melody’s fingers. The naughty girl churned me up. The delight rippled through me. My orgasm built.

Melody’s three fingers felt so wonderful in me. The blonde girl gave me such a wicked delight. She massaged my clit and plunged her fingers so hard and fast into me. My body quivered. My juices flowed down my thighs. I wiggled from side to side, my face growing tighter and tighter.

“You’re going to cum, aren’t you, lezzie slut?” Melody hissed. “Right in front of your mother?”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned, working my fingers in and out of my pussy.

“Right under her nose,” she whimpered. “Ooh, we’re both going to cum. We’re both going to explode.”

“Minako wants that,” I moaned, my voice so throaty.

Then such delight exploded through me. My orgasm rippled through my body. My pussy convulsed on her three fingers. She fucked them in and out of me so hard. I groaned in delight, my body trembling, the pleasure surging through me.

Then Melody let out a throaty moan. Her pussy joined mine in rapturous delight. Her flesh massaged my thrusting fingers. I teased her. I fucked in and out of her so fast, driving her wild, making her tremble in delight.

My mother had no idea. She was panting after Clint, staring at him with such hunger and drinking in all his words that she wasn’t paying attention to the obvious. I quivered, juices flowing down my thighs. I whimpered in delight. I squeezed my eyes shut. Sparks burst through my dark vision.

It was amazing. I loved cumming. I couldn’t wait for mother to join us in this bliss.

My orgasm peaked through me. I trembled, my pussy clamping down a final time on her fingers. Then my spasming stopped. I swayed, sucking in deep breaths. I opened my eyes. I blinked, looking around the room.

Lee flashed me a thumbs up. Pam nodded her head in agreement, winking at us. I blushed as Melody pulled her fingers out of my pussy. They glistened. She held them up then sauntered over to Pam, my fingers sliding out of her snatch.

I groaned as she fed my pussy juices to her half-sister. Pam sucked on them one by one just feet from my mother. I quivered, staring down at my own juicy fingers. I brought them to my mouth. I sucked on them, tasting Melody’s sweet pussy. She tasted so good. I groaned about them.

My mother glanced at me. “Minako-chan, don’t suck on your fingers.”

Flushing, I ripped my fingers out of my mouth. “Sorry, okaasan.”

She turned back to Clint, talking with him. She had a hand rubbing his arm, his hand resting on her hip. I shivered at how womanly my mother looked. She never appeared as anything but a parent to me. Clint awakened something inside of her.

It made my heart beat faster.

Melody and Pam drifted back to me. “You taste so good, Minako,” Pam said. “Just yum.”

I blushed. “Thank you, Pam-chan. Minako… Minako hopes to taste you, too.”

“You will,” Melody purred. “Maybe not tonight, but Clint’s going to be enjoying you and your sister.” Melody sighed. “Less time for us with him.”

“He won’t forget us,” Pam said.

“And if he does, we’ll remind him,” Melody said, something hardening her face for a moment.

“So, what’s Japan like?” Pam asked.

They pelted me with questions. I smiled, answering them, starting to open up. I shouldn’t be shy, not after Melody and I fingered each other to orgasms only moment ago. It felt nice to start to make American friends.

Friends with benefits.

At some point, Clint vanished. My mom still talked with Mrs. Hiragawa, speaking softly. I hoped they were gossiping about Clint, Mom getting all wet and ready to be fucked by him. Oh, I would love to see that.

“What are you thinking about?” Melody asked. “Something naughty glinted in her eyes.”

I blushed. Normally, I would never say this to my friends, but these girls were different. “Minako is thinking about Clint fucking her mother. Minako enjoys watching Clint when he’s fucking.”

“He is such a hunk,” Pam said. “Mmm, I get off watching him plow Melody hard.”

Melody just grinned. “He is fun to watch. You should see him and Alicia. She’s so cute and tiny beneath him.”

“Minako can only imagine. She looks so young.”

“It’s all an act,” Melody said. “She likes pretending to be a little girl, but she also wants to be bred by Clint. She’s been pestering me all weekend about it. She’s just a little slut.”

“Like the rest of us,” Pam said.

My mother and Mrs. Hiragawa drifted out of the room. I shivered, hoping it wouldn’t be long before Clint was fucking mom. I wanted to see that so badly. I ached for it. I needed it. It would be so hot. As hungry as I was for dinner, I wanted another treat first.

“There you are,” Kimiko said, her face flushed, a big smile on her face. She had a tousled look to her hair and her face looked wet and freshly scrubbed. “Come on!”

I gasped as my twin sister seized my hand and yanked me from Melody and Pam. “Okay, onee-sama. Bye!”

“Have fun,” Melody said.

Pam nodded, a wicked grin on her face. They knew what was going on, but I didn’t.

“Onee-sama, what are we doing?” I asked in Japanese as she dragged me towards the stairs.

“You’ll see, onee-chan.”

I clutched at her hand as she led me upstairs to the second floor. We passed a bedroom, door open, Zoey and Stefani cuddled naked in bed. I shivered, knowing my sister was just in the middle of that lesbian loving going on there.

“Have fun,” Stefani called brightly, Zoey face nuzzling into her round breasts. “We’ll bring you in here, soon, Minako. Yunie and I will devour you.”

“Mmm, they will, onee-chan,” my twin sister said before she closed the door to their room. She kept leading me down the hallway to the door at the end of it.

It was clearly the master bedroom. I shivered when I entered it, seeing the large bed neatly made in the center, the furniture all darkly polished wood. On a nightstand lay a sleeping mask, the type of blindfold people would wear on a plane. I trembled as my gaze swept around then stopped at a mirror standing in the corner of the room. It was old. I could see myself in the reflection, my face looking as flushed as my sister’s, though my hair was neater.

Clint entered. “Strip.”

His word lashed at me. I gasped and obeyed, my hands reaching behind me to unzip my sleeveless dress. Kimiko was already pulling her white dress with purple polka dots up her body, baring her naked thighs then her black-furred muff. She whipped it over her head and her small tits popped into view, jiggling in delight.

I yanked down my zipper, biting my lip as it got stuck for a moment. Clint stared at me with those dark, commanding eyes. I had to obey him. I couldn’t disappoint my surrogate big brother. My pussy clenched as I let out a whimper and—

The zipper came unstuck.

It pulled it the rest of the way down and then shrugged my shoulders. It fell off my arms and swept down my body. I groaned, trembling, my entire body on fire. My nipples pulsed with the beat of my heart. My juices ran down my thighs. I took Kimiko’s hand, standing before our big brother naked.

“Onii-sama,” I moaned, calling him brother but with that honorific that implied lord or Master.

“Mmm, aren’t you two just delicious,” he said. “Two flowers blossoming into the beauty of your mother.”

“Thank you, onii-sama,” my sister whimpered, squeezing my hand. “We’re both so glad you could help us with this. We want to enjoy our mother so much.”

“Don’t we all,” Clint said, stopping before us, his shirt molding to his muscular body, his jeans looking so scrumptious on him. So tight. He bulged.

Did Mother notice that bulge?

“Do you need satisfaction, onii-sama?” Kimiko asked. My twin sister squeezed my hand. “My slut-sister and I would be more than happy to provide any form of relief.”

“Mmm, I bet you would,” he said, staring at us. “Kimiko, spread out on the bed, ass on the edge, legs wide. Minako, bend over and feast on your twin’s hot pussy. You’re her little slut-sister. You need to take care of her.”

“Yes, onii-sama,” I moaned. “Minako will please her Sister-Mistress.”

Kimiko squeezed my hands before she threw herself on the bed in a Lee level of display. She shivered, bouncing on it. Her small tits heaved. She wiggled, adjusting herself, her slanted eyes smoky. She parted her thighs.

Her bush was matted with her dewy excitement.

I moved to her, my mouth already salivating. I wanted to feast on her. In such a short time, I became addicted to her pussy. I leaned over, presenting Clint with my rump. I groaned, wiggling my hips, presenting Clint with my cunt. My cream dripped down my own thighs as I nuzzled into my sister’s bush.

Her silky hairs tickled my face. I whimpered as I pressed into those curls and found her pussy lips. I licked through her petals, gathering her tangy juices. I let my tongue danced across my sister’s juicy snatch. It sent such a wild thrill through me to do this. I wiggled my hips back and forth. My pussy was on fire. Juices ran down my thighs. The heat made me shiver.

I whimpered as my tongue fluttered through her folds. I teased her. I lapped at her. I made her groan and gasp. Her entire body quivered. She humped against me, grinding her pussy on my hungry mouth. Her back arched, her little titties jiggling. She made such wanton sounds.

My tongue dove into her hot depths. I swirled around, dancing through her sheath. I teased her. I made her gasp out in delight. The bed creaked as she shuddered. Her thighs squeezed about my head as I feasted on her. Then she grinned.

A zipper rasped behind me.

“Ooh, onii-sama, yes, yes, fuck my whore-sister’s pussy!” Kimiko moaned, grinding her cunt on me. “Do it! Fuck her so hard!”

I squeezed my eyes shut, my pussy clenching. “Yes, yes, Minako wants that so very much!”

“It is a naughty pussy,” Clint groaned. “Damn, Japanese twins. What a treat.”

I shivered at that word. I fluttered my tongue through my twin sister’s pussy, reveling in our lesbian incest. So glad I could share this moment with our new big brother. His jeans rustled, denim rasping. I whimpered, such a naughty heat washing through me and—

Clint’s cock nuzzled at my pussy’s entrance.

He groaned as he slid his dick up and down my snatch. He felt my wet heat. He could tell how horny I was. How I eager I was for this delight to slide into my cunt. I sucked in a deep breath, waiting for that moment of wondrous penetration. To be filled by his dick. To have him thrusting into me, pumping away so hard. So fast.

I trembled, my toes curling in my shoes. I needed this so badly. I needed to be fucked so hard by him. I needed his dick fucking me. Pounding me. I wanted that delicious, amazing, wonderful cock sliding into my depths.

Clint thrust.

I whimpered into Kimiko’s pussy as his dick slid into me. He filled me to the hilt. His cock stretched out my cunt. I groaned, Squeezing my eyes shut at the wondrous feell of him in me. His balls smacked into my bush, just grazing my clit.

“Onii-sama!” I howled into my sister’s pussy at the wondrous feeling of his girth.

“Damn, Minako, you have such a tight cunt,” he growled. “Fuck, I love it.”

“She does!” moaned my twin sister, her hips grinding her bush and cunt on my mouth, “Oh, onii-sama, fuck her little slut-pussy so hard! Use her! Dump your cum into her!”

I could only whimper in delight, voicing my agreement to the plan, as Clint’s dick pumped away inside of me. He stirred me up. He made me quiver with that delicious dick slamming into my cunt over and over again. I squeezed my eyes shut. I groaned into my sister’s snatch as he filled me. He reamed into me again and again.

Every thrust of his dick into my pussy made me groan. My eyes squeezed shut as the ecstasy washed through my body. It drowned my mind in such rapturous delight. My eyes squeezed shut. The pleasure surged through me, building and swelling in me as he fucked me so hard.

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck her, onii-sama!” Kimiko moaned, squirming on the bed, her silky bush tickling my face. Her hands seized my black hair, holding me in place. “Pound her! Cum in her!”

“Yes!” Clint growled, his hips thrusting so hard. His crotch smacked into my rump.

I quivered and moaned my delight.

My tongue fluttered through my sister’s pussy. My hands shot beneath her rump, holding her butt-cheeks as Clint reamed me. The silky friction of his cock slamming into my cunt sent dizzying waves washing through my body and drowning my mind in anticipatory delight.

I couldn’t wait for the true euphoria to come.

My fingers kneaded my sister’s rump as I feasted on her cunt. I squirmed my hips, wiggling and undulating them as Clint hammered me. I rocked on my feet, legs bent to take the impact of his strokes. His hands caressed down my back, stroking my flesh, making me whimper in utter delight. It was so amazing. So wondrous.

I shuddered, my pussy squeezing down so hard on his thrusting dick. He reamed into me. He made me whimper and groan.

His cock churned me up. It made me gasp and moan. My entire body felt so drunk on his thrusts fucking into me. My hips swiveled around his cock, stirring him up through my pussy. My eyes squeezed shut as the rapture built and built.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes, onee-chan!” Kimiko moaned. “I’m going to drown you in so much pussy juices! This is so hot! Keep licking my pussy and… Yes, yes! Suck on my clit, you nasty slut-sister!”

My lips locked on her clit, sucking hard, my cunt squeezing down on Clint’s thrusting dick.

“Fuck!” he grunted, thrusting into my depths. “Such a tight snatch!”

“Cum in her, onii-sama!” moaned my sister. “Then I can lick you out of her. You taste so good adorned with her pussy juices!”

I whimpered, wanting that so badly. I was on the cusp of my orgasm. I just needed a little bit more to send me over the edge. My entire body quivered. My tongue fluttered through my sister’s snatch. I stirred her up. I feasted on the tangy cream running out of her.

“Such wicked sisters!” grunted Clint, his thrusts so hard. Every time he buried into me, the force pressed my face tighter into my sister’s snatch.

“We are so wicked!” my twin moaned. “Ooh, onee-chan, keep sucking on my clit and… You naughty slut!”

It took me a moment to realize what she meant as I loved her clit with my hungry lips. While kneading her ass, my fingers had worked into her butt-crack. Now they brushed her asshole. I shivered and then jammed my middle digit deep into her rectum.

She gasped, arching her back and pulling her clit from my lips. I chased after the bud, her asshole clenching down on my probing digit. Her hot pussy smeared across my chin as I latched onto her little nub again. I sucked on it, loving it.

She squealed in rapture. Her body heaved. And then her tangy juices flooded my mouth. My sister’s incestuous passion bathed my face. I reveled in it. I drank down her ambrosia, my cunt clenching down so hard on Clint’s dick ramming into my cunt.

“Yes, yes, yes! Onee-chan! You’re such a good slut!” My sister’s moans filled the room. “The best slut-sister!”

Her words made me shiver.

“Damn!” Clint groaned, hammering my cunt with his dick.

The thrill of pleasing my sister combined with the rapture of Clint’s thick dick plunging over and over into my juicy depths. My cunt grew so hot. My toes curled against the carpet. And then my passion exploded in me.

My pussy writhed about Clint’s thrusting dick. I groaned, ecstasy washing out of my convulsing cunt every time he buried into me. His hands squeezed my hips so tight. His moans were so thick and manly.

“You wicked slut, Minako!” he grunted.

“She is!” whimpered Kimiko as I kept sucking on her clit and fingering her asshole. “Spill in her! Breed her!”

“Yes!” I gasped. “Minako wants to be bred!”

He buried into me and that wondrous moment happened. His cum fired into me. He filled me with blast after blast of his jizz. My eyes squeezed shut as the rapture surged through my body. My orgasm intensified.

I milked his cock. My hungry cunt wanted every drop of his seed to spill into me. I sucked on my sister’s clit so hard as my orgasm surged through me. My mind melted into delirium. So much joy burst inside of me.

Clint’s cum was in me while I pleasured my sister’s pussy. This felt so right.

“Damn, you are good, Minako,” he grunted. He yanked out of me. “Now you two hide in the closet. And don’t forget your clothing.”

“Yes, onii-sama,” my twin sister and I said in unison, both of our voices breathy from our pleasure.

Clint zipped up as his cum leaked out of me. I rose, my body stiff from the pose. I staggered, the jizz running so hot down my thighs. Clint left the room, moving with such purpose. I shivered, wondering why he wanted us to hide in the closet.

“Come on, onee-chan,” my sister said in Japanese. She stood up, her body trembling. “We have to hide.”

“Yes, onee-sama,” I said, bending down to grab both our dresses. This opened my pussy more. A hot flood of Clint’s cum ran down my thighs.

I shivered as my twin opened the louvered door of the closet. It slid on a track to the side, bending in the middle as it folded into two sections. Clothes hung inside, girlish dresses and tops, something a girl our age would wear. Shoes crowded the floor. I scurried in after my sister, pushing the footwear aside.

Kimiko closed the doors, plunging us into near darkness. I could see out into the room through the louvered slats. I shivered at the slitted view of the world, things blocked and obscured, but I could see enough to make sense of it.

“This is going to be so exciting, onee-chan,” my sister purred, her left arm slipping around my waist, pulling me against her. I put my right arm around her, the left holding our dresses to my naked breasts.

“What is, onee-sama?”

“Just you wait,” she purred. “It’ll be such a naughty surprise.”

My sister’s hand stroked up my thigh. She touched my flesh, gathering up the cum leaking out of me. I whimpered at the wickedness of her touch. My pussy clenched, forcing out more of the jizz to run down my leg.

She pulled her hand away and then brought it up to her mouth. I could hear her sucking on her fingers, tasting Clint’s cum fresh from my well-fucked pussy. It sent such a naughty surge through me, my body trembling in the darkness.

It felt so intimate in here. Our own universe divorced from the rest of the house. I licked my lips, my heart thundering in my chest. I wiggled my hips, my breath rising and falling in quick pants. This was so naughty. So wicked. We were going to do such bad things in here.

I could feel it.

“Mmm, Clint-sama tastes so good flavored by your cream, onee-chan,” my sister purred, her hand thrusting between my thighs again.

As she scooped up more cum, I moaned, “Minako is glad to prepare such a naughty treat for you to enjoy, onee-sama.”

“For us to enjoy,” she said as she pulled her fingers away.

I gasped as she smeared her digits across my mouth. I tasted the saltiness of Clint’s jizz tinged with my tangy cream. I groaned in the dark, my eyes squeezing shut. Then my sister’s lips met mine. My head turned to face her, kissing her back with such aggression. My right hand resting on her hip, slid down to cup her ass again.

I couldn’t resist dipping my fingers into her butt-crack as we kissed. Our tongues dueled, celebrating our sisterly love, stirring such heat through me. I trembled against her, whimpering into the kiss as my digits explored.

“You are so wicked, my slut-sister,” she purred as my finger pressed into her asshole. “You just love my ass, don’t you, onee-chan?”

“It was so naughty licking Clint’s cum out of your butt-hole earlier,” I moaned, my finger sinking so deep into her velvety depths. “Minako really enjoyed it. Minako wants to do it again and again.”

“You are such a little pervert, onee-chan. I love it!”

We kissed again as footsteps approached. I shivered, groaning into my sister’s kiss and fingering her asshole as two figures entered the room. I stared out of the corner of my eye to see who it was moving in the room.

One was unmistakably Clint in his yummy jeans and tight shirt. And the other… was our mother.

“See, it’s a beautiful piece, isn’t it?” Clint asked, guiding our mother to stand before the antique mirror.

“Oh, my, it is,” our mother said.

I broke the kiss with Kimiko, my sister’s asshole clenching on my finger. We both held our breaths, watching as Clint moved behind our mother, his hands holding her shoulders as she stared at herself in the mirror.

“Just gorgeous,” Clint said, his hands stroking down her arms. “Just a work of art.”

“The craftsmanship is incredible,” Mom said, her voice so tight. She had a trembling stiffness about her.

My pussy clenched. More of Clint’s cum leaked out of me.

“Mmm, but not nearly as incredible as what it shows,” Clint said. “A mirror that can’t reflect something beautiful isn’t much good, is it?”

“Clint-san…” Mother breathed, her head turning behind her. “What are—”

His lips cut of her words. He kissed her over her shoulder. Mother stiffened, looking so fragile as his arms went around her, turning her to face him. My heart thundered in my chest as she melted against him the way a woman should against her lover.

“That is so beautiful,” my twin sister whispered behind me.

I nodded my head, my heart pumping such hot blood through my body. I heard Mother whimper. She groaned, trembling against him. His arms pulled her tight, stroking up and down her back. Hers went around him.

The sounds she made… The whimpers of a woman experiencing passion… They made me tremble. I pumped my finger faster and faster in and out of my sister’s asshole. I held our dresses tight to my breasts, the fabric caressing my nipples, making me tingle and throb. I groaned, my hips swaying from side to side.

“She’s surrendering to him, onee-chan,” Kimiko groaned, her voice so soft. I hardly heard her.

“She is…”

Clint broke the kiss, staring down at her. She trembled, her cheeks flushed now. Her eyes fluttered. Her tongue flicked across her pink lips, so moist and glistening. Her body shuddered against him. She had to feel him bulge. Feel his ardor.

“Oh, Clint-san, I haven’t…” She shivered. “It’s been so long.”

“Since you felt like a woman?” Clint asked.

She nodded her head.

“Since you pleased a man?” he asked, his hands sliding up her body. He grasped her shoulders. “But you haven’t forgotten. You’ve been thinking about it over and over, playing with yourself alone in your bed, aching for another man to give you what you crave.”

“I have,” she whimpered. “I just… I had my daughters to raise. I didn’t have time.”

“You do tonight,” he said, putting pressure on her shoulders.

It didn’t look like much force, but she didn’t resist him. She submitted, lowering herself to her knees before him. Her eyes stared right at his crotch. I trembled in anticipation as she unfastened his jeans. She had a look of such lewd concentration now on her face.

Never had she looked less like a mother than right now. She was all woman. All eager passion to please her man.

My finger wormed deep into my sister’s rectum. I held my breath and then… My eyes widened in realization. Clint’s dick was just in my pussy. Were my juices still adorning his cock?

Mother opened his fly. She drew out his thick shaft. I groaned, seeing it gleaming in the light, that unmistakable sheen of a woman’s passion. Mother held it, her brow furrowing. She leaned forward, inhaling.

“Has another woman…?” She looked up at him.

“What do you think?” Clint asked. “And does it really matter if another woman’s juices are on my dick.”

My stomach squirmed as I waited to see what my mother would do. Would she suck Clint’s cock soaked in my pussy juices? Would she unknowingly commit incest by sucking Clint’s wondrous dick. My sister trembled beneath me, both of us so eager to find out.

To be continued…

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Intrigue swirls around a young, female knight and a lesbian acolyte.

The Knight and the Acolyte
Book One: The Quest
Chapter One: The Descendant of the Lilies
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Notes: Thanks to b0b for the beta read!

King Edward IV – Shesax, the Kingdom of Secare

The scented, anointing oils still glistened on my forehead, slowly drying as I stared up at the winding stairs climbing the Lone Mountain. Behind me, the city’s bells rang in celebration of my coronation. It was tragic that my father had died young, but it meant my reign would be spectacular.

I was twenty-five, in the prime of life. I had forty or more years as King of Secare ahead of me.

Visions of glory and greatness danced through my mind as I took the first step up the Maiden’s Stairs. They were carved out of the very dark stone of the Lone Mountain, set with statues of frolicking maidens every tenth step, their budding breasts and nubile bodies perfectly captured in pure marble.

I stared up at the stairs, excitement trembling in my chest. My reign now truly began.

Shesax, the capital of my great Kingdom, was built on the eastern slope of the Lone Mountain, sprawling out from the upthrust of stone rising out of the surrounding farmlands. Every king of Secare since my great ancestor General Sekar carved our great kingdom out of the corpse of the High King’s failed empire, had climbed these stairs. Once on their coronation, and then every five years thence to seek the Sekar Oracle’s advice.

My family had long credited the Oracle’s prophecies and advice for keeping our Kingdom strong.

The other nations that rose out of the High King’s empire had suffered turmoil and civil wars. The High Kingdom of Hamilten had fractured into dozens of petty Kingdoms and Princedoms. Many had fallen, been conquered, splintered into lesser nations, or fallen to lesser men, like the mages who ruled Thosi.

But Secare remained strong.

The spring sun warmed my rich, red cape trimmed in ermine, and my velvet doublet and hose seemed to trap the heat. It was the height of fashion, right down to the cod piece that demonstrated my virility. But it was damned hot. The golden crown weighed on my forehead. It was heavier than it looked, made of gold and amethyst.

Halfway up, I paused to admire my city laid out before me and not to take a rest.

My city looked grand. The palace was a breathtaking construction of blue-swirled marble and the great Chapterhouse of the Knights Deute stood resolute before my palace. The city spread out for miles, a thriving metropolis. The land fell away into haze. I could just make out the green blur that must be Blath Forest. The view from the heights was spectacular.

Rested, I turned and continued my climb.

My legs were sore when I reached the mouth of the Oracle’s cave. I trembled as the heady perfume wafted out of the cave’s opening. I strode into the incense and entered the cave, my body shaking with excitement.

Maidens moved inside, young and budding, dressed in sheer robes as they attended their mistress—the Oracle.

I trembled in the presence of a demigoddess. She was the daughter of the wise God Cnawen and the Goddess of Art, Rithi.

“Welcome, King,” the Maiden of the Voice smiled as she strode forward. She was nubile, her breasts only budding, her blue robes revealing her small, hard nipples and the tight lips of her shaved pussy. She spoke for the Oracle.

The Oracle herself was a stunning creature, dressed in a wispy robe of lilac that contrasted with her burning hair. Her eyes were a green deeper than any human, shining like emeralds, and her skin was as white as alabaster instead of the light-beige of a Secaran. She was almost pure white. Her face was beautiful and alien, wholly inhuman in the most subtle ways, the shapes of her eyebrows, the curves of her cheeks.

She whispered in a musical language.

“My Mistress is ready to gaze into the future,” the Maiden of the Voice purred.

I nodded. “By ancient treaties I, King Edward the fourth of my name, have come to have my future uttered so I may rule my kingdom with wisdom.”

The Maiden of the Oils stepped forward. She was the tallest of the three young maids that served the Oracle. All were fourteen, chosen from among the most beautiful maids of the city to serve for a year caring for the Oracle. She wore a red robe so thin I could see every line of her lovely beauty.

Her smile was sultry as she untied the golden tassels of my ermine cape. She carefully folded my ropes and set them in a wicker basket. My cock throbbed as the Maiden of the Tongue—wearing green robes that showed off a pair of small, ripe breasts—added more incense to the smoking braziers.

Purple haze filled the cave.

The Maiden of the Oils quickly disrobed me, her hands rubbing across my muscular chest as the Maiden of the Tongue did the same to her Mistress. My cock ached as I watched the young maiden’s tongue roam the Oracle’s body, bathing her. The Oracle moaned as her maiden’s tongue swirled about her nipples before the maiden moved down the Oracle’s body.

“She is preparing the Oracle for your cock,” purred the Maiden of the Voice who watched with rosy cheeks.

The Maiden of the Oils finished undressing me and then undressed herself. She was lovely and flawless, her pussy shaved and just the hint of her labia peaked out of her tight slit. My cock thrust hard before me as she lifted a clay jug and poured scented oils across her nubile body.

She glistened as she approached and pressed against me. I groaned as her arms wrapped around my neck, her lips gluing to mine. Her body undulated, rubbing the oils into my muscular chest and stomach.

I moaned into her kiss, my hard cock throbbing against her stomach. I held her, my hands sliding down to grip her firm ass. She had no hips yet, and she was lovely and slim in my arms. She moaned into my lips as I pulled her against my cock.

“Remember, King, she must remain a maiden,” purred the Voice. “Your cock will find all the satisfaction in my Mistress.”

The Oracle let out a purring moan.

I broke the kiss with the Maiden of the Oils. The nubile girl worked about my body, rubbing her hard nipples and hot pussy against my side and back as she continued anointing me. My eyes were locked on the sight of the Oracle, who appeared no more than sixteen despite being an immortal being, writhing upon the tongue of her maiden.

The Maiden of the Tongue had her mouth buried in the Oracle’s pussy. Her enthusiastic licks echoed through the cave. The Maiden of the Voice began singing a wordless melody that brimmed with lust. The Oracle writhed to the music, adding her own passion to the song.

The Oracle’s beauty was flawless. Her breasts small and ripe, perky with youth and bouncing as she undulated. Her nipples were mauve and hard. Her fiery curls fell around her breasts, swaying and briefly hiding her delights.

I licked my lips at the breathtaking sight.

The Oracle’s hand seized her maiden’s short, black hair, pulling the girl’s mouth tight against her pussy. Her hips undulated faster and the Voice’s song grew louder and more urgent, the beat increasing, building to a crescendo.

My cock ached. I burned to know the Oracle’s flesh. I didn’t care about the prophecy. I have had scores of lovers, but none, not even my beautiful wife, had ever inflamed me like the Oracle. She was divine. Otherworldly. Ethereal.

My head swam with the incense.

The song grew louder. The Oracle’s emerald eyes fluttered as she threw back her head. Her maiden’s hands gripped the Oracle’s ass, holding on tight as she feasted. She seemed to devour her Mistress, her pink tongue sliding through perfect lips.

Energy rippled through the pink haze when the Oracle came. Awe overcame me. The Oracle cried out in an ancient tongue. The power rippled through me. Her body heaved one last time and then her eyes opened and stared at me.

I shuddered at the alien presence dwelling in those green eyes. She was so ancient that I felt like an ant before a man. She had watched the eons pass in the way I might watch the hours. She strolled to me, her hips rolling.

“It is time, Your Majesty,” the Maiden of the Voice purred.

The Maiden of the Oils pulled me down onto a bower of silken pillows, my cock thrusting hard before me. She grasped my dick, stroking it as she pressed her nubile body against my left side. The Maiden of the Voice slipped out of her blue robes and pressed against my right, her lips nuzzling at my ear.

The Oracle straddled me. A line of fiery pubic hair ran to the tight slit of her glistening pussy. Her emerald eyes burned with lust as she lowered herself. The Maiden of the Oils held my cock erect, aiming it perfectly so her mistress sank down on my cock.

“Yes!” I groaned as the Oracle’s divine pussy engulfed my cock. She was so tight, like a virgin, and her pussy rippled as she settled upon me. A low moan escaped her lips.

“You have a nice cock, King,” the Voice moaned. “She approves.”

I grinned as the Oracle rose, her hips undulating and swirling about the tip. The pleasure was intense, shooting to my balls. She slid back down, slowly working her hips back up. She knew how to tease and please, her pussy gripping me.

The final maiden pressed her body against the Oracle’s back, her tongue nuzzling at the Oracle’s neck. Her arms wrapped around the Oracle’s body and cupped her ripe breasts. The Oracle moaned in delight, her hips undulating faster.

“She is eager for your cum,” moaned the Voice, her hot pussy rubbing on my side. “She burns to witness your future. There is such power in cum. Give it to her.”

“Yes!” I groaned.

“Give it to her!” moaned the other two maidens.

The Oracle purred in delight, her green eyes fluttering as her hips undulated faster. Her ripe breasts jiggled in the grip of her maiden’s delicate fingers. Her alabaster skin seemed to shimmer in the pink haze.

My hands gripped her thighs, her muscles rippling as she rode me. My cock throbbed as it was buried in the heaven of her pussy. My hands squeezed her thighs as the pleasure built within me. I stroked my hands up to her stomach, my palms sliding across her silky skin.

“Yes, she loves it! She loves your cock, King. Give her your cum!” The Voice’s dulcets were honeyed with excitement. Her hot pussy rubbed harder on my side. “Mmm, yes. Your cock fills her up. The pleasure ripples through her. Cum in her.”

“Please, cum in her!” the Maiden of the Oils gasped, her hot cunt pressing hard into my side.

“Fill her up with your cum!” the Maiden of the Tongue moaned as she nuzzled the Oracle’s neck.

The Oracle gasped in her foreign tongue. She leaned over me, slamming down upon me. She rubbed her hard clit into my pubic bone. My balls tensed. Pleasure radiated out of me from the tip of my cock. I couldn’t last any longer.

“Slata’s cunt, yes!” I groaned as my orgasm built. “Work that pussy, Oracle. I’m gonna cum so hard.”

“Yes!” moaned the Voice. She shuddered against me. “Yes, yes, yes.” Hot juices warmed my thigh as the nubile maiden came.

My cock boiled. My cum erupted.

The Oracle slammed down upon me. Her pussy rippled about my cock, drinking in my cum. Her skin glowed and her hair seemed to be come fire. Emerald light shone from her eyes and mouth as she screamed her pleasure.

And then the Oracle spoke in her ancient music and the Voice translated:

“You shall die, Mighty King, upon the Hero’s Blade
The High King’s Empire shall rise once more
The Hero of the Lilies departs on perilous quest
Duty shall compel her darkness,
But vengeance shall compel your death
You shall die, Mighty King, upon the Hero’s Blade”

The pleasure of my orgasm left me. “What?” I growled.

The Maiden of the Voice trembled as she backed away. “I’m sorry, your Majesty. That is the future the Oracle saw.”

“The Hero?” My stomach twisted. “She doesn’t mean the mythical High King’s heir?”

The Maiden shook her head. “I only spoke her words.”

The Oracle rose and turned, my cum leaking out of her pussy down her thighs. The Maiden of the Tongue licked up the line of white jizz to her pussy and began to feast once more. The Oracle looked at me, her emerald eyes cold. She spoke.

“You must leave now, your Majesty,” the Voice said as she bowed. “The ancient treaty has been honored. You have received your prophecy. May you interpret it with wisdom and humility.”

My stomach twisted. I was going to die? Pater’s cock, there was no way that was happening.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Squire Angela

My metal armor clinked as I circled Kevin on the training sands at the center of the Chapterhouse of the Knights Deute. The sun was warm, glinting off Kevin’s armor. He wore a man’s armor, a full breastplate instead of the half-plate I wore that left my midriff bare and revealed a large swath of my cleavage. His torso was covered by a skirt of banded mail. He did not wear his helmet, and his gorgeous face was twisted with focus.

I tried not to pay attention as I stepped forward, swinging my blunted training sword at his face. Metal clanged as we traded blows. I was quicker. There was one advantage of the lighter armor women wore. We were more nimble, in addition to being distracting by displaying so much of our flesh. I could see Kevin’s appreciative eyes.

He had just returned from his Quest, slaying an ogre, and now he was a full knight.

“That was a sloppy attack,” Kevin said, his kissable lips curling in a smile.

“Was it?” I asked, cocking my head. I took another clumsy swing, his sword easily knocking mine aside.

“Yes. Did you even practice one bit with your sword while I was gone?” he asked, arching his eyebrows.

“I learned a few tricks,” I grinned and feinted with another clumsy attack.

He fell for it, his blade slapping down. I changed my stance, pulling my tip back so he missed my blade before lunging forward and almost landing a blow. He lifted his round shield, deflecting my attack.

I pressed in, using my own shield to deflect his blow as my long sword swung hard three times, driving him back. His eyebrows furrowed and I grinned. He recovered from my attack, taking a hard swing.

His blade crunched into the wood of my shield. My right foot lashed out. I didn’t have a skirt of metal bands, only a loin cloth of chainmail, and my leg could kick out high. I caught him on the chest. He stumbled back, his shield knocked wide.

I charged in and struck my sword on his breastplate. It did no damage. In a real battle, a longsword was all but useless against full plate. I would need to use a mace or a warhammer to crush and dent his armor. But for training, he pretended it was lethal and fell to the ground.

“Well played,” he laughed as I stood over him.

My pussy was hot, my blood pumping. I always loved sparring with him. We had been lovers for three years and I had missed him these last months as he hunted the ogre in the Kelit Mountains to the south.

“I told you I knew a trick or two,” I grinned, my hands sliding up the crease on his left side. He wore a cuirass, and it hinged on the right. I found the three straps that held his armor close, two on the breastplate and one on the skirt, and undid them, his armor swinging open to reveal his muscular chest.

“Mmm, I have missed this chest,” I purred, my fingers sliding across his pecs, my pussy growing hotter as I touched him.

He pulled off his gauntlets, his calloused fingers grasping my side, sliding up and reaching behind me to the straps that held my half-breastplate on. I ground my pussy on his cock, the shaft hard beneath his britches. The straps came undone and my large, round breasts spilled out, my nipples hard with battle lust.

Fighting always made me wet, and fighting Kevin made me burn.

“Yes,” I hissed as he groped one of my breasts, fingering my hard, pink nipple. His other hand slid up to cup my face, brushing back my flaming curls. I had my mother’s fiery hair, but my father’s blue eyes.

“I missed you every day in the mountains,” he groaned, pulling me down, my red hair spilling about my face.

“I bet you found more than a few peasant girls willing to provide comfort to a Knight on a Quest,” I grinned.

“But none were you,” he grinned and pulled me down for a hot kiss.

My breasts rubbed against his muscular chest. His hand slid down my back and over my heavy, leather belt that my chainmail loincloth hung from. He squeezed the cheeks of my ass, left mostly exposed by the two-inch wide band of mail. His fingers dipped beneath the mail as he kneaded my ass.

I groaned and ground on him, working my clit against the cold metal of my mail. His cock was hard beneath, throbbing with his desire. I kissed him hard, my hands roaming his muscular sides and chest. My Kevin was a strong man.

And it was time for him to eat my pussy.

I broke the kiss, sliding my hips up his body. “Time for you to pay the forfeit,” I smiled, grasping his brown, flowing locks. My hot pussy pressed into my mail as I slid higher up his body. Pleasure shuddered through me. “You’re going to devour my pussy. I want to cum and cum.”

“Of course, my Lady,” Kevin grinned, licking his strong lips.

My breasts heaved as I straddled his face, still holding onto his brown hair. I loved it when I won our duels. I pulled his head up, smearing his face against my hot pussy. I shuddered as his thick tongue slid through my pussy. My back arched. I gasped as the pleasure washed through me.

I guided his lips with his hair, my hips undulating. His hands kept kneading my asscheeks, his fingers tightening as his tongue worked through my pussy. He sucked and nibbled on my folds and he nuzzled at my clit.

“That’s it,” I groaned. “You lost, and now you have to pay. Devour my pussy. Don’t miss a single spot. Come on, you can do better. Work that pretty mouth through my hot pussy.”

My free hand grabbed my right breast, pinching my nipple as I undulated faster. Kevin moaned, his tongue working faster. He shoved it deep into my pussy, swirling it around. My eyes fluttered in delight, my moans echoing across the training sands.

Metal rang nearby. A pair of male knights dueled. Others watched. I savored their eyes.

“Show everyone how you are my little pussy slave!” I groaned. “Mmm, yes. Devour me! I’m gonna drown you!”

His tongue fluttered through my folds. My insides squirmed. I shifted my hips, smearing my clit across his strong face until his tongue found it. I gasped as he fluttered his tongue against my nub, batting it over and over.

“That’s it! Oh, fuck! Work that tongue! Yes, Kevin! My little, pussy-hungry stud! Fuck! Fuck!”

My orgasm crashed through me. I screamed out my delight. My pussy clenched. My juices spilled out into Kevin’s hungry mouth. My eyes met Donna, Victoria, and Christina, the squires’ eyes envious of my lover’s cunnilingus prowess.

“Keep eating me! Keep making me cum!” I screamed, my hips jerking.

Kevin kept assaulting my clit. His tongue must be a blur. My pussy clenched again as more ripples of pleasure washed through me. My clit ached, becoming even more sensitive as my climaxes washed through me.

I gripped Kevin’s hair harder, holding his tongue against my clit for as long as I could stand it. My nerves burned with pleasure. My body spasmed and shuddered. My eyes squeezed shut as a mighty surge of pleasure rippled through me.

My clit almost hurt with the agony of my ecstasy.

I pulled away, letting go of Kevin, “Mmm, you were a stud, pussy slave,” I grinned.

“I’m so glad I could service you, Mistress,” he grinned.

We loved this game. When he won, I was his little cock slave. Dominating him was almost as much fun as when he held my red curls and fucked my mouth. But I never tried to lose, even if it was more fun to.

“I think you need a reward,” I grinned, sliding down his body again. I reached his hard cock, grinding on him for a moment.

“Eating your pussy was reward enough,” he grinned, licking his lips. “But if it is your will to reward your humble servant, then you have my eternal thanks.”

I laughed, shaking my head even as my fingers unlaced his britches so I could pull his thick cock out. He was hard and throbbing, his tip shiny with precum. I smeared my thumb across his tip. He shuddered, his hips bucking.

“Mmm, I missed this cock,” I grinned. “You may have the biggest cock in the Chapterhouse.”

“I may have the biggest cock?” he asked as I rose on my knees and guided his cock to my hot pussy.

“I didn’t fuck every cock while you were gone,” I groaned as I sank down, his girth stretching my pussy open. “But I did try.”

Kevin laughed and groaned. He seized my arms and pulled me down for another kiss. My tangy juices adorned his lips. I loved the taste of my pussy on his mouth. My hips undulated as I rocked on him, my breasts and my hard nipples pressed against his chest. I shuddered as my pussy gripped his cock.

“I did miss you,” I moaned when we broke the kiss. “I love you, Kevin.”

His arms wrapped around me and then he rolled us over. “I love you, too, Angela.”

I shuddered as he kissed me again. My legs wrapped around his waist. I loved his weight atop me. I worked my hips as he fucked me, his cock jabbing deep into my pussy. My aching clit ground into his pubic bone with every thrust.

I clung to his broad back, my fingers digging into his muscles as his strokes grew harder and harder. Kevin was the handsomest Knight Deute, and he was all mine. I shuddered beneath him, savoring the envy of all the women watching on.

“Yes!” I groaned. “Yes, yes! Take me, Kevin! Fuck me! You’re driving me wild!”

I stared at the flushed cheeks of the watching women, their hips shifting, their hands between their thighs, fingering their pussies, envying my position. I knew Kevin had fucked them all, but it was me he came back to.

“Work those hips, Angela!” groaned Kevin. “Damn, I missed your pussy! Oh, yes! Keep doing that! I’m gonna cum so deep in you!”

I welcomed that moment. I was enchanted by a Thosian Mage. No child would quicken in my womb this year. I had ten months before I needed another spell cast on me. I would have completed my Quest by then. Kevin would marry me on my return.

I might not need the spell again.

“Cum in me!” I gasped. “Give it to me!”

“Yes!” he groaned, his thrusts hammering into me.

A new woman appeared to watch us. Lady Delilah. Her dark eyes locked on mine. She was so beautiful. Her lips smiled. I shuddered and gasped, cumming hard beneath my lover. My pussy massaged his cock as I stared into Lady Delilah’s eyes.

“Angela!” Kevin groaned as he slammed his cock into my depths. “Oh, yes! Oh, fucking yes!”

His cock erupted in me. His hot cum flooded me. My body kept cumming. I shuddered and writhed, moaning as I drowned in Lady Delilah’s dark depths. She was such an elegant and beautiful woman.

“Yes!” I screamed.

My pussy clenched harder as Lady Delilah’s smile grew. My orgasm reached its peak. My fingers clawed into Kevin’s back as my sheath milked every drop of his cum into my pussy. My pleasure crested and then crashed.

I shuddered and panted, my eyes fluttering. Lady Delilah was gone.

“Damn, I missed you,” Kevin said, turning my face so he could kiss me.

I savored his kiss, thrusting my tongue deep into him. But I thought of Lady Delilah.

I had known her since I was young. She had often come to my family’s estates during the course of her knightly duties. I was eleven when I first saw her riding up on her charger, her flaming hair flying behind her, gleaming in her armor. She was sensual and beautiful. My body awakened to desires for the first time. That night, I enjoyed my first, fumbling masturbation, thinking of Lady Delilah as I reached my pleasure.

I had such a crush on her as I blossomed into womanhood. She was my first love, but nothing ever came of it. I was only a child to Lady Delilah. I nurtured my crush and she was the reason I joined the Knighthood. My mother was against it, but I wanted to be just like Lady Delilah.

I would be like Lady Delilah.

Kevin rolled off of me. I stood up, smiling in delight as I brushed the sand from my ass and back. I fetched my blunted training sword and discarded breastplate. I didn’t put it on, letting my naked tits hang out.

“Thank you for the energetic training session, Sir Knight,” I grinned as he put his armor back on.

“You were always a spirituous sparring partner, Squire,” Kevin nodded back. We kissed one last time, my hard nipples pressing on his cold breastplate. That was nice. “I must meet with Lord-Commander William for lunch.”

I nodded. “I’ll be joining you at that table soon.” Tomorrow, I would head to the Temple of the Pure, the grand temple to the Goddess Saphique, and receive my Quest from the High Virgin Vivian herself.

“I know you will.” He gave me another kiss. “Love you.”

I smiled and walked away. My training was complete. I was left to my own amusements. I strolled past the envious women, their fingers sticky, and nodded to them. “Ladies.”

They glowered at me. That made me feel even better.

I walked deeper into the Chapterhouse, heading to my small cell. Kevin’s cum trickled down my thighs. I loved that feeling. The musk of sex clung to me, that salty mix of cum, sweat, and pussy. It made me feel so alive.

I rounded a corner and there stood Lady Delilah. I gasped in shock.

“What an impressive display, Squire,” Lady Delilah purred.

I swallowed, a wave of heat washing through me as she stepped forward. I trembled before her. She was so beautiful. Her hand touched my thigh, her fingers burning against my flesh. I moaned as her fingers slid up, pressing beneath my chainmail loincloth and brushing the shaved, messy lips of my pussy.

“My lady!” I gasped as her fingers penetrated my pussy. Her touch was fire and lust. I moaned as a small orgasm rippled through me. My heart beat faster. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to touch her, but I was scared. She was so imposing. So sexy.

I was helpless before her.

Lady Delilah’s smile grew hungrier as she withdrew her fingers. She held them up, glistening with a mix of my juices and Kevin’s cum. She brought it to her lips, her black eyelashes fluttering as she cleaned her fingers. “Mmm, the taste of youth. You have blossomed into a beautiful flower. A fire lily.”

“Th-thank you, my Lady.”

“I expect great things from you.”

I still trembled as she walked away and disappeared down a side-corridor, her boots echoing. My breath exploded out of me and I leaned against the wall, a big smile on my face. Lady Delilah had noticed me. I would win great honors on my Quest and make her proud.

I gathered myself and kept walking to my room.

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

King Edward IV

I shuddered as John, my High Chamberlain, read the prophecy again with his reedy voice. He was an old man. He had long served my kingdom, first as a scholar for my grandfather George and then as High Chamberlain to my father Reginald. Now he was my chief advisor, and none in the realm was gifted with more of the God Cnawen’s intelligence than he was.
“You shall die, Mighty King, upon the Hero’s Blade
The High King Empire shall rise once more
The Hero of the Lilies departs on perilous quest
Duty shall compel her darkness,
But vengeance shall compel your death
You shall die, Mighty King, upon the Hero’s Blade”
“I don’t need to hear the words again!” I snapped. “They’ve echoed in my head for the last three days. What do they mean? Who is this hero and why shall she kill me?”

“Yes, she is right,” John nodded, the candlelight reflecting off his bald pate like sun glinting off the corner of a shield. “Very surprising. Scholars had long thought the Hero would be male, and yet the Oracle’s words refute that theory.”

“What are you talking about?”

“This prophecy is one of the simplest ever given down by the Oracle.” A smile crossed John’s aged face. “So simple.”

“Then speak plain and explain how I may thwart the future.”

“Have you forgotten the studies of your youth, Your Majesty? Did your father waste all his money on those tutors.”

I grinned. “Not all the tutors.” Magdalena had a spectacular bosom and she made the most spectacular moans when she came beneath me.

John’s eyes flickered to my wife embroidering in the corner, her impressive bosom, enhanced by her pregnancy, displayed by her plunging, square-cut bodice lined by lacy ruffles. She had the blonde hair of a Princess of Zeutch, the shattered lands to the east.

“Yes, I imagine the sort of lessons you endeavored at,” John laughed. “I hope you know of the High King.”

I arched an eyebrow. “I mean to recreate his empire and not let some woman do it.” I sneered. “How can a woman even hope to rule?” All men knew that a king was the embodiment of Holy Pater, father of the Gods. Only a man could be a father, so only a man could rule a land.

“The Hero was prophesied as High King Peter lay dying. His final words were a promise that his descendant would claim his sword and restore his empire. For Peter knew that he died without heir and his empire was doomed to shatter. Once dead, his words were so feared, his sword, forged by the God Krab himself, was shattered and hidden throughout the Empire.”

“If he died without heir, how could he have a descendant to reclaim his throne?”

“He had descendants. Only none were male. Lily, his third child by his second wife. All his sons died, but his daughter survived and had children.”

I frowned. “That sounds familiar. Wasn’t there a curse?”

“Holy Slata was angered at her husband Pater’s devotion to his bastard son Peter. She cursed Peter and ensured all his sons died, and that his daughter Lily and all her descendants would only birth women. As I said, the prophecy is simple. One of Lily’s descendants shall kill you.”

I glowered. “And how many of those are there? It’s been a thousand years. Do we even know her bloodline after so long?”

“Of course.” John reached over to a pile of books.

A draft rustled through the room. Queen Lavinia gasped, looking up from her embroidery. A sly smile crossed her lips, and she returned to stitching. I frowned and looked around. The door to my balcony was open, a breeze stirring through the room.

And there stood Lady Delilah.

My breath caught. She was an enchanting creature, forever promising me the delights of her lush body while always denying me a taste. No woman had ever denied me but her. My cock hardened as she strode forward, her hips swaying. Her hair caught the candle light, almost shimmering like fire. It was hard to place her age. She wasn’t a maid, but she also wasn’t a mother. Her beauty was perfectly ripened. Her armor clinked as she walked. She was a Knight Deute, and shining greaves were strapped over her black, thigh-high boots. A loincloth chain draped from her heavy sword belt, leaving her upper thighs wonderfully bear. Her stomach was flat, and her pillowy breasts were cupped by steel, her cleavage impressive. A pair of slim pauldrons covered her shoulders, and bracers clad her slim wrists.

“When did you return, Lady Delilah?” I gasped.

“Oh, I have been back for a few days,” she smiled, her boots clicking as she walked over. She nodded to my wife. I had watched them before. Delilah may have denied me her charms, but she had let my wife sample freely.

“Have you solved your little prophecy yet?” she asked, sitting gracefully beside me, crossing her legs. Those delicious thighs begged to be touched.

“I have,” John said, fixing Lady Delilah with a hard gaze. “How have you heard of it?”

Lady Delilah smiled back, her lips ruby and so kissable. My heart throbbed. “I would love to know who you think the Hero of Lilies is? Which of the High King’s descendants shall kill our noble king?”

“As I was about to explain before your…umm…timely arrival, the answer lies in this book.” He tapped the tome. It had a stuffy title: The Complete Genealogy of Lily of Hamilten, Princess of the Realm, Twenty-Third Revision. “The College of Allenoth has kept meticulous track of Lily and her descendants. Currently, there are eighteen living descendants scattered across the Old Empire’s lands. Including five living in our kingdom.”

“And which is the one that will kill me?” I demanded, growing exasperated.

“Yes. The telling line is ‘The Hero of Lilies departs on a perilous quest.’ It really was quite easy to deduce. Only one of Lily’s descendants is a Knight. Her name is Angela, and according to Lord-Commander William, she will shortly finish her squireship and embark upon her Quest to earn her spurs and become a full Knight Deute. She is the daughter of Count Francis and his second wife, Countess Agnes, who herself can trace her lineage back to Lily in an unbroken line of mothers and daughters.”

“Then she must die,” Queen Lavinia said, her hand sliding down to rub at her round belly. My son grew in her belly after several years of trying to conceive. A Mage of Thosi had cast a spell to ensure that her first child would be male.

The succession had to be maintained.

“Yes,” I nodded, glancing at Lady Delilah. Would she balk at killing one of her fellow knights.

“She must surely die to protect your kingdom,” Delilah answered, her lips curling in a smile.

“This must be delicately down, Your Majesty,” John said. “The Knights Deute protect our realm. But they are neutral in manners of politics. If we are found to interfere, there could be…repercussions.”

Lady Delilah laughed.

John glared at her. “Do you have something to add, madam?”

“Killing her will be no great chore. She is about to embark on her Quest!”

“And?” I asked Delilah. “It is rare for a Knight to die on a Quest.”

Lady Delilah leaned forward, her hand resting on my upper thigh. Her touch burned through my hose, my cock throbbed hard. Her lips were so close, her bosom within reach. I wanted to claim her. But there was such fire in Lady Delilah. She would burn even me for daring. “Not all Quests are equal. There is one that has been attempted many times and not been completed.”

I scowled. “But the Quests are drawn by lots. That is one Quest in a hundred. I cannot gamble the future of my kingdom on such low odds.” Nor my life.

“Then rig it.”

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

Acolyte Sophia

I strode through the Temple of the Pure, my heart beating with excitement. A new pair of novices had arrived. Twins. Lust burned through my body. I was supposed to be praying in the main chapel to the Holy Virgin Saphique, Goddess of Maidens, but that wasn’t nearly as much fun as breaking in a pair of twin sisters.

My pussy burned between my thighs.

My light-brown curls bounced around my shoulders as I quickly strode through the temple. My small, left breast, not covered by the winding cloth of diaphanous white that I wore, bounced, my pink nipples hard. My right breast was covered by the cloth that wrapped about my left shoulder and across my body diagonally to my waist, leaving my belly button exposed. There it wound about my waist and draped down to cover my ass and legs, leaving a small gap that exposed the tight slit of my pussy.

It was the priestly vestments of Saphique.

My belly piercing glinted in the soft candlelight, adorned by a flashing ruby. I clicked my tongue piercing against the back of my teeth as I walked, my excitement growing. I reached the novitiate cells. The young maidens, just blossoming into womanhood, all smiled at me. They knew why I was here.

I loved young maidens. I had each of them in my bed. I may not be the most proficient Acolyte—at twenty I should have already been a priestess for the last year—but I was the most diligent at teaching the novices the joys of lesbian delight. Like our Goddess, none in the Temple of the Pure had ever lain with a man. We were all virgins;only the fingers, tongues, and dildos of women had been in our pussies.

I found the twins in the main room, looking uncomfortable. They wore the same vestments I did, their bellybuttons newly pierced and glinting with gold. Their piercings were unadorned. They would earn their gems. Acolytes, like me, had their tongues pierced with silver barbells and priestesses had their left nipples pierced.

The twins were gorgeous, their breasts barely budding topped by pale-pink nipples as small as buttons. So cute. Their lovely faces and lush lips were framed by curly, dark-brown hair, and their hazel eyes were wide.

“Novices,” I said as I stopped before them, my pussy clenching in delight. “What are your names?”

“Daisy, Priestess,” one answered. “And this is my sister Rose.”

Such delicious names. And they thought I was a priestess. Perfect.

“Come with me,” I ordered.

They gave each other nervous glances.

I smiled. “Don’t be afraid. You will find your first lesson very enjoyable.”

“Uh-huh,” giggled another Novice. “Acolyte Sophia will show you a few things.”

“And when you get back, we expect you to demonstrate,” giggled a blossoming beauty, her breasts already swelling into a pair of lovely, round orbs.

“Follow,” I commanded. Technically, I could only command a novice when I was teaching them. And this wasn’t a sanctioned lesson. But they didn’t know that. And as long as I kept up my authoritative tone, these two were so nervous they would do anything.

I loved novices.

They trailed after me, their bare feet slapping on the stone of the temple. I hoped we didn’t run into a priestess. But they should all be busy. Besides, I wouldn’t get in too much trouble. My mother was a powerful patron of the church, and they wouldn’t want to offend a Duchess.

We reached my small room, the floors covered by a delicious carpet and my mattress stuffed with soft goose feathers. Scented candles burned, filling the air with a heady musk. I breathed it in as I pulled in the two cute twins, holding them against my side.

“Mmm, you two are just delicious,” I purred and leaned down to kiss Daisy. My pierced tongue swirled through her mouth as she stood there, her lips frozen. I broke the kiss and shook my head. “You can do better than that. Surely you’ve kissed before.”

Daisy gave a shy nod of her head.

“And I bet you practiced on your sexy twin,” I grinned.

Her cheeks reddened as she nodded again. Rose squirmed on my other side.

“Of course you did. She’s so sexy.” I leaned in, my lips just inches away. “Let’s try again.”
I kissed her sweet lips. This time she didn’t resist but kissed me back. My tongue swept through her delicious mouth. I shuddered as her tongue caressed mine, playing with my tongue piercing as she moaned softly.

“There, that was nice,” I grinned. Her exposed nipple was hard.

“Yes, Sophia,” she whispered.

I turned to Rose. Her hips shifted against me, her bare, bald pussy growing damp on my thigh. “Someone’s getting excited.”

She nodded, a little more eager than her twin. Rose licked her lips and closed her eyes as she tilted her chin. I leaned down and planted a hot kiss on her lips. My tongue thrust deep into her mouth as my hand slipped down her waist to grope her tight ass. I gave a hard squeeze, pulling her tight against me. She shuddered, her hips undulating, smearing that hot pussy on my thigh. I squeezed her ass through the thin silk of her vestments.

“Wow,” Rose whispered when I broke the kiss.

“Indeed,” I grinned, licking my lips.

I led the two girls to my bed. “Let’s get naked.”

I grabbed Rose’s cloth, unwinding it from her youthful body. She turned, her boyish hips shaking. She was just starting to get her womanly curves. Fourteen and delicious.

“Perfect,” I moaned as she stood naked. Her slit was so tight and girlish. I licked my lips. “Isn’t your sister, gorgeous, Daisy?”

“Yes, Sophia.”

I glanced at the shy girl, her hands folded before her pussy, hiding her charms. “Now let’s strip Daisy naked.”

Rose grinned and grabbed her sister’s cloth, unwrapping her. Daisy turned, her cheeks growing redder as her body was exposed. She stood naked and trembling, her cute, little nipples hard. My pussy burned and I clenched my thighs.

“But you’re not naked, Sophia,” Rose said, eyeing me.

“Maybe we should change that,” I winked at the girls.

Rose boldly grabbed my cloth. I turned, my small breasts jiggling. They were perky and perfect mounds, barely larger than apples. My hips had nice curves, and my pussy was completely bare. I could control whether I had pubic hair—one of the first things a novice learned.

“Let’s have a lesson,” I grinned, leading my two charges to the bed. I spread Daisy out on my goose-feathered-stuffed mattress and snuggled on her right side while Rose took the left. “When you have your lover in bed, you want to caress and kiss her everywhere,” I said, leaning in to kiss Daisy on the lips.

Rose followed while I nibbled down to her ear, the two sisters sighing as their lips met. My clit ached to be touched.

“It’s important that you worship her. Every woman has been blessed by Saphique with pleasure that only we can give each other. Most women prefer brutish men, but we know the truth.” My finger traced down Daisy’s budding tit to her hard nipple. I circled her nub. “Women will always give you more pleasure than a man. Men take, but we give.”

Daisy nodded her head, sighing as her sister copied me, circling Daisy’s other nipple.

I smiled, my lips kissing down her shoulder, tasting the salt of her skin as I reached her puffy tit. Daisy gasped as I sucked her little nipple into my lips, my tongue and piercing playing with the hard nub.

Rose engulfed the other, sucking with a frenetic desire. Daisy gasped and shuddered.

“Not so hard,” I told Rose. “Let Daisy tell you how she wants to be pleased. Some women like it hard and fast, others like a more gentle touch. And it will change. Sometimes her mood will be different.”

“Did I suck too hard?” Rose asked, her face paling.

“A little,” Daisy smiled. “But it was kinda nice.”

I teased Daisy’s nipple and Rose did the same, her lips sucking softer, her tongue swirling around Daisy’s nipple. The young girl moaned and shuddered, her hips arching and her legs spasming. She gasped so sweetly.

A sweet scent tickled my nose. Daisy grew wet.

I let my hands roam her body. I caressed and teased her, touching every inch of her smooth skin save one special spot—her virgin pussy. Sometimes my hand brushed Rose’s and she would giggle around Daisy’s nipple. Daisy squirmed harder, the mattress shifting.

“Sophia,” she groaned. “I need…more…down there.”

I had avoided her little pussy. I pushed my hand between her thighs, sliding up, drawing every so close to her sweet snatch. “Is your pussy on fire?”

She nodded.

“Say it, Daisy.”

“My…pussy is on…fire. I need to be touched.”

I smiled at her and began to kiss down her body. I loved the salty taste of her skin. Her sweet scent grew stronger. Rose followed me, her smooches loud smacks. Rose even played with her sister’s bellybutton, bringing a loud squeal from Daisy.

Rose and I settled between Daisy’s spread thighs, her tight slit flushed red and spread open, revealing her pink depths. Juices beaded on her delicate folds. Rose sucked in her breath as she gazed at her sister’s pussy.

My finger traced her parts as I whispered to Rose what the all the pussy’s parts were named and how they needed to be caressed. Licked my lips, my tongue lapping through Daisy’s snatch. I savored the taste of her pussy, so sweet and fresh. My tongue swirled around her little clit as she gasped and moaned.

“Wow?” Rose gasped.

“Did you see how my tongue licked through her folds from the bottom to the top?”

She nodded.

“Do it.”

Rose licked her lips before she leaned down. Both twins trembled. “Oh, yes, Rose!” Daisy moaned as Rose took her first swipe of pussy. “That was nice.”

“How was your first taste of her pussy?” I asked.

“Delicious?” Rose moaned and dived back in.

Her tongue was aggressive but unskilled, swirling around without any clue what she was doing. I nuzzled her ear, whispering instructions while Daisy’s moans grew louder and louder. Rose pressed her face deep into her sister’s pussy, teasing her hymen and nuzzling at her clit.

“Perfect,” I grinned, moving down Rose’s body. She was kneeling, her ass so cute.

I had to taste.

I spread her asscheeks apart, my tongue swirling up through her crack to rim her tight, sour asshole. “Sophia!” she gasped as I rimmed her, my tongue and piercing dipping into her bowels. “That’s dirty.

“Nothing about you is dirty,” I purred. “Just concentrate on loving your sister while I make you explode.”

Rose nodded and moaned before she returned to eating Daisy. “Oh, yes!” purred Daisy. “I love it, Rose!”

My tongue moved lower. Her ass was tasty, but I wanted to devour her pussy. The ruby glinting on my belly piercing meant I had mastered the art of cunnilingus. There were many arts for a priestess of Saphique to master, but this was my favorite.

I spread apart Rose’s tight pussy, inhaling her sweet flavor. She had a slightly stronger flavor than her sister, but they were still so similar. I loved the taste of pussy. They all were delicious in all their myriad flavors.

Rose moaned as my tongue swirled through her pussy, nudging against her hymen. I pressed on her little membrane before I moved up through her folds. I sucked on her little labia and rubbed my tongue stud against her hard clit.

She gasped and moaned. Her hips shifting. I squeezed my thighs together as my own pussy burned. But I had patience. When I was through with these two, they would be begging to eat my pussy.

I sucked Rose’s dainty clit into my mouth, brushing my tongue around her nub. She moaned, her hips bucking. I kept up the pressure. Her moans were muffled. She ate her sister harder as her ass clenched. Her orgasm built.

“Oh, Rose!” Daisy gasped. “Oh, yes! Oh, wow! I’m gonna…gonna explode!”

“Cum, sister!” Rose moaned. “Let’s cum together! Oh, wow! Oh, Sophia! You’re driving me wild!”

Rose’s juices flooded my hungry mouth as both her and her twin sang out their pleasure. They both shivered and writhed. I kept flicking at Rose’s clit, prolonging her orgasm as I drank down all her sweet juices.

“Wow, Sophia,” Rose gasped. “I never knew. I’ve masturbated, but wow.”

“Uh-huh,” Daisy grinned.

I smiled. “Well, Rose, would you like to teach Daisy how to eat my pussy.”

“Oh, yes!” Rose exclaimed, rolling over.

“I would like that,” Daisy blushed.

I settled on the bed, spreading my legs wide and pinched my nipples. “Devour me, girls. I’m so hot. You two are so sexy.”

Their cheeks pressed together as they both pressed their faces between my legs, their tongues wildly licking around my pussy. I shuddered as their fluttering, inexperienced tongues worked around my vulva and dove into my pussy.

“Lick my clit! Make me cum!” I groaned, pulling harder on my nipples, savoring the hard pleasure.

They did, nuzzling and licking. I moaned, my eyes fluttering in delight. I was so hot. Playing with their nubile bodies had kept me on the edge. Their tongues met in my pussy, both almost kissing each other as they nuzzled at my clit.

I came. My juices squirted their faces. I didn’t always squirt. I still hadn’t mastered that, yet, but I shuddered and moaned. I drenched their innocent faces with my juices. My hips heaved and bucked. I gasped and moaned.

“Oh, Saphique!” I moaned to the heavens. “Thank you for these sweet girls!”

The door to my room slammed open.

“Acolyte Sophia!” Priestess Georgina snapped.

“Yes!” I screamed as my orgasm still burned through me.

“You little slut! You were supposed to be at prayer!”

“I was praying,” I panted as the two twins trembled beside me. “The three of us made sweet worship to Saphique.”

Georgina glared at me, her large breasts heaving. Her nipple piercing and belly ring were adorned with glittering stones. She had almost achieved the rank of Virgin, mastering all the lesbian disciplines and would then receive her labia piercing.

“Are those the two new novices?” she gasped.

“Their hymens are intact,” I smiled. “I was just giving them a lesson on cunnilingus.

Both novices trembled, their faces smeared with my juices.

“Get dressed and return to your cells!” the Priestess snapped. “Acolyte Sophia had no right to bring you here.”

“Yes, Priestess,” Daisy squeaked.

Priestess Georgina glared at me. Her jaw clenched. “The High Virgin will see you when she returns from the Palace,” Georgina spat. “Maybe she can get you to obey.”

“Maybe,” I smiled as I stood and slowly dressed. The novices were out the door in a flash, fleeing in fear. “Though I’m sure my mother will happily give another donation to the temple to smooth this over. And it’s not like I popped their cherries.”

I had done that once. It had caused the poor novice to be kicked out of the temple. She couldn’t be properly sanctified and thus couldn’t be a priestess. I felt really bad about that. I didn’t mean to. I got carried away.

Priestess Georgina let out a shrill shriek.

“You really must remain calm, Priestess,” I smiled as I walked to her. “You should carry yourself with the decorum of our Goddess.”

I tried not to laugh as she screeched again.

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High Virgin Vivian

“What you are asking is…improper, King Edward,” I carefully said as I sat in his study, his pregnant queen embroidering on a nearby chair while the High Chamberlain, John, sat across from me at the table.

“Do you want to see Secare and the world consumed by chaos of the High King’s Empire restored?” the King pointed out.

He was a young, virile man. I was sure if I wasn’t a lesbian, I might even find him handsome and dashing. As it was, I hated the way he leered at both my bared breasts and the nipples rings adorning my flesh. I led the entire faith of Saphique. I had mastered every lesbian technique. I was sixty-three and yet possessed the body of a twenty-five year old.

And this boy ogled me.

“I do not,” I conceded after a moment. “But the Knights Deute have always entrusted the Temple of the Pure to fairly choose their Quests for their female knights. Why should we betray that trust?”

“For the future,” he insisted.

“Your future,” I countered.

Virgin-Superior Elizabeth, the woman who administered the Temple of the Pure itself while I dealt with the entire faith, snorted in laughter. We had been friends and lovers for decades, rising together through the ranks of Saphique’s church. I trusted her.

“Angela must die, but it must look accidental,” King Edward insisted, lifting his eyes from my breast. “The good of all the Kingdoms is at stake. It will be war if Angela somehow tries to press the High King’s claim. Haz, Valya, Thlin, Athlos, and the Principalities will rise up. Even the Magery of Thosi will become involved. This could plunge the continent into decades of suffering.”

I glanced at Elizabeth. She arched an eyebrow. She thought there was merit to the plan. I licked my lips. “But such a betrayal of trust is monumental. It might offend even our holy Goddess.”

“An offering could be arranged,” the King said.

“A bribe?” Elizabeth asked. “Something the Knights Deute could point at and cry foul.”

John gave Elizabeth a shrewd look, pursing his lips. “A concession, then.”

Elizabeth nodded. “Your father granted our temples exemption from tax collection for five years. That ends next spring.”

King Edward’s face blanched. “My father was senile when he made that decision. The coffers need that income of the lands—”

“They do not,” John interrupted. “And even if they did, the price can be borne. Right, Your Majesty?”

King Edward froze and looked at his advisor. “Right. Perspective. Fine. I will have it extended for another year.”

“Twenty.” Elizabeth countered.

“Five,” King Edward said. “Be reasonable.”

“Fifteen,” I suggested.

The King’s jaw clenched. “Seven.”

I glanced at Elizabeth and she gave a slight nod. What a wonderful idea Elizabeth had. I would have to reward her. “Agreed. Angela will draw the quest to slay the dragon Dominari.”

My stomach still churned when I returned to the temple. It was monstrous what we were doing, but seven years without having to pay the taxes would bring a bounty. Already our coffers were growing. We could build such monuments to Saphique with this money. And after seven years, King Edward may have a hard time repealing such an act. We could stir sympathy. After all, wise, beloved, and dead King Reginald gave us the tax relief in the first place.

My good mood evaporated when I found Sophia sitting in my office’s antechamber, Priestess Georgina glowering beside her. The young acolyte tested my patients in ways few others had. But her mother was wealthy, and her donations kept her haughty daughter enrolled.

“I will deal with you in a moment,” I glowered at her. She didn’t appear that intimidated. The damn girl knew how much wealth her mother donated.

Elizabeth followed me into my office. “There is one thing, Vivian,” she said. “We have to sacrifice an acolyte along with Angela.”

I froze. I had forgotten that. It was customary to send one of our acolytes with a female Knight Deute on her Quest to assist with divine magic. And then a smile crossed my lips. “I know just whom to send.”

Elizabeth gave me a curious look.

“Sophia.”

“Her mother will object.”

“Why? It is a great honor to be chosen. I have three letters from her mother demanding to know why her daughter has never been chosen for a Quest.”

“Because she’s useless,” Elizabeth muttered. “I’m not sure she has ever paid attention during lectures on divine magic.”

“Exactly. We can be rid of the little bitch and appease her mother all at the same time. Send her in so we can give her the great news.”

To be continued…

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Having been sent to Hong Kong to get away from rumours in London, Marget checks into a hotel that caters to ladies with certain tastes

Margret arrived in Hong Kong on a sweltering late summer evening in 1894, having taken the long voyage from England. Talk had begun to spread about some of the company she had kept back home and it was decided that she should go and stay with her uncle for a spell, who was a magistrate in Hong Kong. Fortunately for Margret her uncle was away seeing to some matter, and would not be back for a few days. She decided to take advantage of the unsupervised time to spend a few days at a hotel that catered to travelling women of class rather than going directly to her uncles estate.

Margret was escorted to the hotel by a travelling American businessman twenty years her senior who had flirted shamelessly with her through the voyage. When he dropped her off at the hotel and she was finally free of him Margret let out a sigh of relief. She had promised to keep in touch by letter as it seemed the best way to get him to leave, though she had no intention of doing so. A Chinese porter took her bags to the desk inside, where Margret was greeted by a greying matriarch with a light Welsh accent gone rough around the edges.

Margret presented one of her letters of credit, which was more than enough to cover what would be a quite modest price at home in London but was rather exorbitant for Hong Kong.

“And would you be wanting a lady’s maid for your time here ma’am?” The welsh woman asked.

“Of course,” Margret answered. It was the rumors of the particular lady’s maids at this establishment that had led her to choose it in the first place. “My understanding is that you have some that are able to help a guest with anything she requires?”

“Of course ma’am.” The woman rang a silver bell on her desk, and three Chinese girls came out from somewhere in the back of the hotel. To Margret’s English eyes the thee girls all looked the same, petite with short dark hair, small busts, toned bodies and tan skin. Margret had a hard time judging the age of Chinese women, but would have placed them a few years younger than her own twenty three. When asked if she had a preference Margret just shrugged and waved to the girl on the left.

The madam of the hotel led Margret to a luxurious suite on the second floor, followed by the lady’s maid. Her suite had a receiving room, a spacious bedroom with a large bed and a pair of reclining couches, and a tiled well appointed washroom with a claw footed tub. While she was inspecting the room a pair of porters arrived with her luggage, and Genevieve directed them to place them in the bedroom for her to unpack later. Once Margret had given her approval of the room, everyone but the lady’s maid left.

“What is your name girl,” Margret asked.

“My name is Mimi ma’am,” the girl told her in thickly accented but understandable English.

“Draw me a bath while I unpack Mimi,” Margret commanded. “Then you can help me bathe.”

While Mimi began running water into the tub and adding scented oils Margret began taking clothes and her effects from one of her cases, putting them haphazardly into and on top of the dresser in the bedroom. When she heard the water shut off, Margret undressed herself and went into the washroom. Unfortunately while the hotel had running water for the wash basin and tub, it still relied on chamber pots for other matters. While Mimi set out a towel and bathrobe, Margret squatted over the porcelain bowl and relived herself. Finished Margret went over to the tub and slowly lowered herself in, allowing the warm water to take away some of the aches of her long voyage.

“You can dispose of that,” Margret told Mimi, waving to the chamber pot, “then you can return to wash me.”

Mimi picked up the chamber pot and hurried out of the room. Margret heard the door to her suite close behind the girl, then open again some few minutes later. Mimi came back into the washroom carrying the now empty and cleaned chamber pot. She set it down in its place, the picked up a washcloth and came to the edge of the tub.

“You might as well take your clothes off,” Margret commanded. “There’s no sense getting your dress wet.”

Silently Mimi pulled the thin muslin dress she was wearing over her head to reveal a plain white shift underneath. She paused until Margret said, “The shift as well. Hurry up before the water gets cold.”

Mimi took off her shift to reveal a toned tanned body. She had small breasts capped with large dark nipples and she was completely hairless below her neck. Margret was intrigued. She had heard that some of the ladies of the night in London shaved completely, but here it was probably a matter of comfort in the heat. Mimi knelt beside the tub and dipped the washcloth into the water. Margret leaned forward to allow the girl the begin washing her neck and back. The soft cloth over Mimi’s firm hands felt wonderful and Margret let out a moan of pleasure. Once Mimi was done washing her back, Margret leaned back to let the girl work her front. Mimi wasn’t shy as she ran the cloth over Margrets shoulders, arms and stomach before soaping and massaging the English girl’s much larger breasts.

Too soon for Margret’s taste Mimi moved on and asked Margret to put up her legs so they could be washed. While Mimi washed her legs Margret began to idly run her hands over Mimi’s legs, admiring their smooth muscularity. She moved her hand to Mimi’s crotch, and Mimi obligingly opened her legs to allow Margret’s exploration.

“Do you shave yourself?” Margret asked.

“No ma’am,” Mimi replied as she continued to wash Margret’s legs. “One of the other girls shaved me and I shave her.”

“Hmm. I think after the bath I would like you to shave me. It must help with the heat in this dreadful climate.”

“Of course ma’am. Would you like to to wash your intimate areas ma’am?”

Instead of replying Margret opened her legs wide to give the girl the access she needed. Mimi’s hand and the washcloth disappeared underneath the water. Margret enjoyed Mimi’s ministrations for a few minutes as she lay in the tub with her eyes closed and legs spread. Eventually though she decided she wouldn’t be able to finish just from that, and besides the water was getting cold.

“That’s enough for now. Fetch me my towel and robe.”

Mimi hurried to do as Margret commanded. Margret stepped out of the tub and allowed Mimi to rub her down with the towel and trap the robe over her shoulders. “ You can shave me now,” Margret told the girl.

“Shall I get dressed ma’am?”

“No no. You’re fine as you are.”

Mimi went to a cabinet and pulled out an ingenious little folding table that she set up and had Margret lay face up on the padded surface. While Margret got herself comfortable, Mimi took a razor similar to that a man would use for shaving his face, but smaller and more delicate and ran it over a piece of leather to hone its edge. She then filled a small bowl with warm water and soap and used a badger hair brush to work it into a thick lather. Mimi took the brush and applied the soap to Margret’s left underarm, covering the fine auburn hairs there. With a few deft strokes of the razor all the hair was gone. Mimi repeated the process on Margret’s right, then used a warm towel to wipe away all the remaining soap and hairs.

Mimi then moved to the other end of the table and had Margret bend her knees so that the soles of her feet rested on the table. Again Mimi worked quickly and efficiently, lathering, shaving and speaking Margret’s calves in quick succession. She moved slower and more carefully as she removed the fine hairs from Margret’s thighs.

When she was done with Margret’s legs, Mimi asked, “The rest was well ma’am?”

“I think so yes. That’s the whole point of this isn’t it?”

Mimi fetched a small pair of scissors, and used them to trim Margret’s pubic hair very short, giving both her and Mimi a clear view of Margret’s crotch, her lips starting to pull apart slightly and coated with the telltale moisture of her arousal. Once Mimi had trimmed Margret as short as she could using the scissors, she took the brush and thoroughly covered Margret’s crotch in the shaving soap. Gently pulling the lips of Margret’s sex taut, she ran the razor over them, leaving them bare. She carefully moved the mirror polished steel into all of the outer folds and crevices, and when she was done, Margret’s crotch was a bare as a child’s.

“Roll onto your front please ma’am,” Mimi said, and Margret did so, curious as to what was coming next. As Margret lay on her stomach, she watched over her shoulder as Mimi spread apart the cheeks of her buttocks, placed a dollop of lather on her anus the quickly removed the small amount of hair there with the razor.

Mimi then had Margret roll back onto her stomach and applied a soothing scented oil to all of her newly denuded skin. Margret left Mimi to clean up and went to the bedroom, where she lay down on one of the reclining couches. A couple of minutes later Mimi came into the room, still naked.

“Is there anything else I can do for you ma’am?” The Chinese servant asked.

In response Margret spread her legs, allowing the dressing gown to part and show off her naked and aroused sex. “I’ve heard that all the lady’s maids here are experienced in providing satisfaction with your mouth?”

“Yes ma’am.” Mimi came over and knelt in front off the reclining sofa so that her head was at the same level as Margret’s crotch. She placed a hand on each of Margret’s thighs, then began to run her tongue over the now hairless skin. Margret let out a groan on pleasure as Mimi plied her talented tongue to the outside of Margret’s sex, causing her to become even wetter. When Mimi parted Margret’s lower lips and artfully pushed her tongue into the waiting hole, Margret squeezed her thighs together, trapping the younger girl’s body between them. As Mimi licked up and down, occasionally darting her tongue inside Margret closed her eyes and allowed herself to be pleasured.

After a time, Mimi began to focus on the nub of pleasure at the top of Margret’s slit with her tongue, while she slowly inserted first one, then two and thee small fingers into Margret. Losing her composure, Margret grabbed the back of Mimi’s head to push the girl’s mouth harder against her as she began to buck her hips. Mimi sucked Margret’s now prominent clitoris into her lips, circling it quickly with her tongue, and pushing Margret over the edge. She orgasmed with a tightening of her whole body, almost crushing the Chinese girl with her thighs.

When Margret was spent she relaxed and pushed Mimi’s head away. “That will be all for now. I will summon you again when I need something else.”

Mimi got up and bowed to Margret, then left to go get dressed. When the servant was gone and Margret had composed herself, she sat down at the desk in the suite’s receiving room, still wearing the gown. She began to catch up on some of the correspondence she had neglected on the voyage. She was especially eager to write to Jane and Alice, the two girls who’s company had resulted in her temporary exile from London. Perhaps they would be able to come and stay in Hong Kong as well, and the three of them could share the pleasure of a lady’s maid.

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Chapter 1: Kelsey Learns From Tiffany (Kelsey’s first sexual experience)

Tiffany’s Adventures

Chapter 1: Kelsey Learns From Tiffany
(Kelsey’s first sexual experience)

Tiffany woke up from her nap, stretching out across her bed, feeling the soft comforter slide around over her naked body. She preferred to sleep naked as often as she could. She enjoyed the sheets caressing her bare skin.

She slowly crawled out of bed and headed for the bathroom, recalling her intensely erotic dream about her best friend. Fantasizing about the soft touch of Monica’s hands on her bare skin, feeling her warm flesh under her fingertips. She felt chills run down her spine and regained her senses.

Once there, she noticed something wet sliding down the inside of her thighs. Upon inspection, Tiffany realized that her entire crotch was glistening with moisture and it was running down her inner thighs. Her pussy began to tingle, causing more wetness to seep down her legs. Tiffany began thinking about what she should do to fix the situation.

She walked out of the bathroom and back into the large dorm room, heading over to her bed to retrieve a box she had stashed underneath.

She crouched down to grab the box and when her legs spread, cool air from flowed over her nether lips, bringing her nipples to stiffness. Pulling the box from under the bed, she opened it up and reviewed her choices. Passing over both her pink dildo and vibrator, Tiff grabbed the glass dildo which her best friend Monica bought for her. It had ridges that wrapped all the way around it in a spiral pattern. She also grabbed her purple pocket rocket.

Tiffany sat on the edge of her bed, spread her legs, turned on her small vibrator and pressed it against her clit. She inhaled sharply as the contact caused a fierce shockwave of intense pleasure to hit her clit and shoot outward, coursing throughout her entire body.

Pulling the vibe away from the top of her slit, Tiffany laid backward down on the bed, spread her legs apart, pressed the tip of the dildo against her wet lips and pushed it all the way into her tight pussy. Holding it inside, she took a deep breath and pressed the vibe against her clit again. This caused her to arch her hips upward a bit, and after a second she settled her butt back down onto the bed. Tiffany started pumping the dildo in and out of her, starting slowly but steadily increasing the pace. She could hear the noises of her own body, the wet sounds of her arousal. As she moved the dildo in faster and faster, the sounds got louder and more wet. She pressed the vibe against her little clitty harder and felt her first orgasm approaching. She pushed the dildo up into her pussy as far as it would go and held it there. Arching her back and hips off the bed slightly, her entire body tensed up and jerked as she came. Tiffany let out and low, quiet moan as she orgasmed. She continued to hold the vibrator and dildo in place, pushing for a second consecutive orgasm. It worked. Her body tensed up a second time. This time her stomach, legs and hips jerked upwards, causing her feet to slip and her butt fell back onto the bed. Even though it was a short drop, the impact forced her hips to bounce upwards, which in turn pushed the vibe hard onto her clit, and another orgasm leapt over her. It wasn’t nearly as strong as the first two, but it felt good, and surprised her.

Tiffany laid there, breathing heavily, holding the dildo deep in her pussy. She turned off the vibrator and set it on the bed next to her. She closed her eyes and started thinking about what she wanted Monica to do to her, starting to slide the dildo in and out of her and a slow and steady pace, building up the intensity. She wanted to take her time, enjoy her fantasies of her best friend and have fun with the glass phallus slipping in and out of herself. Tiffany took her left hand and alternated pinching and pulling on her light pink nipples. The longer she played, the more she enjoyed stimulating her puffy nipples. She didn’t have large breasts, they were a good handful, and big enough, at least in her mind.

Tiffany decided to turn herself over. She dropped down to her elbows, reached her right hand underneath her, between her legs and continued pumping herself with the dildo. She started panting and grunting softly, moving the dildo in faster and harder. The wet sounds coming from her were a little loud. At that moment she couldn’t hear anything other than the sounds coming from the dildo moving in and out of her soaking pussy. Her focus was completely on her ministrations, because of this Tiffany was unable to hear the door open, her roommate Kelsey returned from her afternoon class. Tiffany’s eyes were closed tightly, pumping her dildo into her pussy furiously, grunting and groaning, working her way to another, more intense orgasm, completely oblivious to being walked in on.

Kelsey’s eyes went straight to the glass dildo sliding in and out of her friend’s sopping wet pussy. She gasped and her face turned bright red from embarrassment. Kelsey was a very good and innocent girl. She had never let anyone touch her intimately and she had never even masturbated. She had never seen a girl masturbating before and the sight in front of her surprised her and piqued her curiosity. When she dropped her backpack and Tiffany didn’t notice, she decided she could watch quietly and see what all the fuss about masturbating was really about.

Kelsey stood silently as he friend kept working the dildo in and out of herself. She was intrigued by the sounds she heard coming from her friend’s obviously wet crotch. She didn’t know a girl could get that wet and was amazed. Then, she felt something she’d never felt before. Kelsey was breathing in short, gasping breaths as her face flushed, replacing the embarrassment with arousal. Her nipples began to harden, sending a tingling sensation through her body and straight to her crotch. This new feeling was a good one, and she had no idea what to make of it, she didn’t know what was going on in her own body. She also couldn’t take her eyes off of Tiffany. Kelsey took her hand and grabbed her denim clad crotch and squeezed, not knowing how she was supposed to react to these new feelings. All she knew was that it felt good and she didn’t want it to go away.

Tiffany pushed the dildo into her pussy one last time, as hard and deep as she could. Her body tensed up and jerked forward. A loud grunt like moan escaped her lips as she had her strongest orgasm of the day. As she climaxed, her pussy contracted around the dildo, forcing out her girl cum around the glass and onto her hand.

Kelsey noticed this and was amazed at what she saw. She didn’t know what was happening to her friend.

As Kelsey watched Tiffany, her jaw dropped. She was in awe of her friend. Her mind raced, wondering what had just happened to Tiffany, if she could make herself feel that good, what it would feel like to have that dildo inside herself. Her mind was full of curious thoughts, but her face was blank.

Tiffany, still reeling from the effects of her orgasms, pulled the dildo out of her now drenched pussy and realized she had forgotten a towel, seeing the decent sized wet spot she left on her sheets. She rolled over and laid down on her bed, setting the dildo on her stomach. At that moment she looked up and saw Kelsey staring directly at her, as if she was in some sort of trance.

Startled by Kelsey’s presence, Tiffany’s heart jumped a bit in surprise. She looked at her friend and realized she was just staring, and then noticed her hand over the crotch of her jeans and began to wonder just how long Kelsey had been standing there watching what she had just been doing.

“Hey Kels, are you all right?” Tiffany asked.

“Oh my God, Tiffany, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know… I mean… I…” She couldn’t comprehend what had just happened and why she felt the way she did. She was utterly confused and the embarrassment had come back to her in full force. Kelsey quickly bolted to the bathroom, slammed the door and locked it behind her.

Tiffany jumped off her bed, grabbed a pair of soffes off the floor, pulled them on and ran over to the bathroom. Knocking on the door she asked, “Kels, hun, are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know, but I didn’t mean to stare. I shouldn’t have been watching you do that to yourself. I’m so ashamed of myself,” Kelsey replied through her tears.

Tiffany heard Kelsey crying. “It’s okay, I promise. You’ve seen me naked before, and what I was doing is natural. I do it all the time, and most girls do.”

“But that’s supposed to be private, and I’ve never done that before. I should have said something when I walked in.”

“Kels, please come out and we can talk about it. Also, don’t cry, I’m not mad, so just please come out.”

Kelsey decided she couldn’t hide forever. She wiped the tears from her cheeks, unlocked the door and slowly opened it. Tiffany lunged at her, not giving her a chance to retreat and wrapped her arms around her friend. Kelsey returned the favor and wrapped her arms around Tiff, not caring that her roommate was still only half dressed. She just held onto her, embarrassed and ashamed, full of emotions and feelings she couldn’t get a handle on.

“Kelsey, it’s okay, I’m not embarrassed. Please don’t feel bad because of me,” Tiffany whispered.

She let go and stepped back, reaching her hand up to clear what was left of the tears from Kelsey’s cheeks. Kelsey felt comforted by the contact. Tiffany grabbed Kelsey’s hand and walked her out into the room.

Kelsey sat down in the desk chair while Tiffany went into her closet, grabbed a wife beater and pulled it over her head, covering up her remaining nakedness.

Tiffany sat on the bed, facing Kelsey. She looked her in the eyes and asked, “Is there anything you want to ask me about what I was doing?”

“How long have you, y’know, been doing that?” Kelsey asked.

“I honestly don’t remember, but at least since I was about ten.”.

“What was that thing you had inside of you?”

Tiffany turned around and grabbed the glass dildo from her bed. She grabbed a towel from the floor and wiped it off, offering it to Kelsey. “It’s a dildo. Monica bought it for me.”

Kelsey reluctantly grabbed hold of the object and examined it. She could smell a pungent odor which was both semi-sweet and musky at the same time. She suddenly realized it was the smell of Tiffany’s secretions and turned bright red from further embarrassment. Nonetheless, Kelsey was intrigued by the scent she was picking up from the glass toy. Her arousal perked up, battling her continuing embarrassment.

Tiffany noticed Kelsey’s face turn a deep red. “Kels, are you all right? You seem a little flustered.”

Caught off guard, Kelsey looked down away from Tiffany and couldn’t think of what to say.

Tiffany tried to comfort her friend. “Hey, you can tell me what it is, we’ve known each other since we were kids.”

“I can smell your pus… your puss… your wetness on this.” Kelsey stuttered.

“Why would that embarrass you?” Tiffany wondered.

“Because I’ve never smelled anything like this before, and I don’t even know what I smell like.”

Tiffany stood up and started for her closet to get fully dressed. She wanted to try and make Kesley as comfortable as possible. But she had only taken two steps when Kelsey blurted, “Wait!” Tiff turned around and looked at her friend, staring up at her, still holding the dildo in her right hand.

“Can you show me how to…” Kelsey stopped, afraid to ask.

“…how to masturbate?” Tiffany finished.

“If you don’t mind. It just looked like it felt so good, and I’ve never even touched myself before.” Kelsey whispered to Tiffany.

“Sure, if you’re okay with it. It’s no fun if you’re nervous and embarrassed. You have to relax hun,” Tiff explained.

Tiffany walked back over to Kelsey, grabbed the dildo from her hand, went into the bathroom and washed it off with warm water in the sink. “Hey Kels, you should get undressed. Don’t be shy. We’ve got the same stuff.” After she finished, she gathered some items she was going to surprise Kelsey with. She had her razor and shaving gel, for sensitive skin, sitting on the counter. She was looking around for a bucket to fill with warm water.

Meanwhile, Kelsey turned red again, thinking about being naked in front of her friend. She had seen a few of her teammates naked while in the locker rooms back in high school, but she was always too afraid to change in front of them. She always ran off to one of the stalls and changed there, out of the view of everyone else. She bent down, untied her shoes and pulled them off, one at a time, and then her socks. She then stood up and slipped her hands under the bottom of her t-shirt. She took a deep breath to calm her inner fear and jerked her shirt up and over her head, dropping it on Tiff’s bed in front of her. Standing in her tight blue jeans and white bra, she had to muster all of her courage. She grabbed the button of her jeans, hands shaking, and undid it. Kelsey started taking deep breaths, calming her nerves, grasping the zipper and pulling it down. She closed her eyes, grabbed the waistband of her jeans and started slowly sliding them over her round butt and down her strong thighs. Dropping them on the floor and stepping out of them, she now stood in her simple white underwire bra and cotton bikini panties.

Kelsey placed her hand over the crotch of her panties and noticed there was a little wet spot at the bottom. She realized that must have happened when she was feeling all tingly and warm from watching Tiffany play with herself. She took her hand and lightly started rubbing her slit through her panties. She closed her eyes, let out a soft sigh and kept rubbing. She was amazed at how good it felt, and wondered why she’d never tried this before. Her breathing grew heavier and her chest began to flush. Kelsey stopped, realizing she still had her underwear on and that she had to get completely naked. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra, leaning forward and letting it fall off her shoulders and down onto the bed. Her breasts sprang free, and her nipples beginning to stiffen as the cool air passed across them. Her nipples weren’t as puffy as Tiffany’s. They were a bit darker, but still pink. They were longer and a little wider than Tiff’s. The areola was wider in diameter as well, at about two inches across. Kelsey suddenly raised her hands and cupped her soft breasts, squeezing them softly, then reaching up and pinching them. This caused Kelsey to gasp, as her nipples were rather sensitive. She couldn’t believe how good it felt to play with just her nipples. She couldn’t stop pinching and pulling on them. She felt that tingling sensation running through her body, pulsing every nerve throughout, and intensifying right at her crotch. She felt her pussy start to throb and could feel a wetness on her thighs. She stopped playing with her nipples, reached down between her legs and found the source of the wet feeling on her legs. Kelsey assumed it was the same wetness she saw seeping from Tiffany’s pussy when she was pumping the dildo in herself. She brought her finger to her nose and smelled it. It had a similar scent to what she smelled on Tiffany’s dildo. The smell on her hand was a little stronger, but less musky and more sour. She realized what she was doing and didn’t want Tiffany to see her thinking about tasting her own moisture. She wiped it off on her cotton panties, and without thinking, slipped her fingers under the waistband and yanked them down over her hips and all the way off and down her legs. She kicked them aside and stood completely naked.

Tiffany walked out of the bathroom carrying her razor, a can of shaving gel and two white towels. She dropped it all on the bed in front of Kelsey and headed back to the bathroom. This time she came out with only a cleaning bucket three quarters of the way full of warm water, which she set on the floor next to the bed. She grabbed Kelsey’s clothes and tossed them in the hamper. She moved the razor and can of gel over, took the towel and laid it out on the end edge of the bed.

“Sit on the towel, with your legs over the edge of the bed and spread them apart,” Tiffany ordered.

“Why, what are you doing?”

“I’m going to shave that messy patch of hair between your legs. It feels so much better without any hair to get in the way.”

“O-Okay.”

Tiffany went back to the bathroom, this time grabbing the battery powered hair trimmer. She had noticed how much hair Kelsey had between her legs and figured it would be easier if she trimmed all of it down first, then shaved off the short stubble with the straight razor.

Tiffany returned with the trimmer and knelt between Kelsey’s thighs. “Hold very still. I don’t want to nick you.” She turned it on and started at Kelsey’s mound, running the trimmer over all of the hair above her slit first. She then moved down over the lips, carefully cutting away all the hair around there. “Okay Kels, now lay back down and spread your legs further apart.” Kelsey did what Tiffany told her and Tiff went back to work. She grabbed each of her lips and pulled outward, moving the clippers over the soft folds, careful not to get too close. Now Tiff pushed Kelsey’s legs as far apart as she could and trimmed the hair down by her butt and around the bottom of her butt cheeks.

Now it was time to apply the shaving gel. She the razor and can of gel. She popped the cap of the can off and squeezed a generous amount of gel onto her hand. She started lathering the gel into a foam with both of her hands, warming it up in the process. Tiff then started applying the now semi-warm foam to Kelsey’s crotch. She started the same as before, up on her mound, then she slowly moved down over her lips and finally down over the bottom area of her butt.

Kelsey felt the warm foam hit her mound and inhaled sharply. As Tiffany worked it down and over her lips, she felt that tingling sensation again, this time radiating outward from her crotch and through her entire body. Her nipples once again stiffened, but this time they became incredibly hard, much harder than either time before. It was as if they were cold, but her body was very hot right now. Her chest became flushed again. Her face getting red again, but instead of it being caused by embarrassment, it was caused by arousal. She reached up and cupped her breasts, kneading them, going on primal instinct alone. She started pulling and twisting her nipples. Her breathing became heavy again and Tiffany noticed.

Tiffany concentrated on the job at hand, but Kelsey’s sudden brazenness shocked her a little bit. She never expected her to start playing with her breasts, at least not while she was shaving her. Tiff took the razor and began shaving Kelsey’s mound, carefully dragging the blade over her soft skin. Rinsing the blade off in the bucket of water after shaving each section. She took her thumb and forefinger and pulled on Kelsey’s lip, stretching it tautly. Kelsey gasped sharply when she did this. Gently bringing the razor against the sensitive flesh, Tiffany pulled it from the crease where her crotch met her thigh and over her labia in toward the center of her slit. She continued this until one side was completely devoid of hair. Tiff then repeated the same process on the other side. She then carefully ran the razor over the area below Kelsey’s pussy and between her butt cheeks. There wasn’t a lot of hair to get rid of there.

Kelsey had her eyes closed at this point and was just overwhelmed with feelings and sensations she’d never experienced before now. Her chest was completely flushed red, all the way from her neck down midway over her breasts. Her nipples were the hardest they’d ever been in her life, even more so than when she was out in the cold without a bra, or after she’d taken a dip in a cold lake. She could feel her pussy throbbing and getting very wet at this point. She was consumed with lust and fire.

Tiffany ran her hands over the freshly shaved flesh and noticed a somewhat sticky moisture on her fingers after bringing them down over Kelsey’s lips. She then looked close and realized that Kelsey’s pussy was a deep pink color, swollen and was getting rather wet.

“Do you still have your cherry?” Tiffany asked.

Kelsey snapped out of her lust-filled daze, “My what?”

“Your cherry. You know, your hymen?” Tiff repeated.

“Oh. No, I think it broke while I was playing volleyball or something,” answered Kelsey.

Tiffany looked down and examined her friend’s clean shaven pussy and couldn’t help but notice that it looked like a fresh virgin pussy. The inner lips weren’t clearly visible, her clit was tucked in between the outer lips, which were, despite her arousal, tightly tucked together. Tiff could tell Kelsey was very tight and decided that no more than one finger would work to start with. She took her right hand, placed her index finger on the center of the bottom of Kelsey’s tight little lips and started pushing in. Kelsey took a deep breath, waiting for it. Pushing harder, Tiffany worked her finger in between the well-lubricated lips and into Kelsey’s tight, virgin pussy. It was tighter than Tiffany had expected and she was rather surprised that her one finger fit in quite snugly.

Kelsey couldn’t believe how good a finger felt inside of her. Her whole body was tingling and felt so alive. Her head was spinning with pleasure. She felt incredibly hot, like she was on fire, but it felt good, very good. She started breathing faster and instinctively raised her hips off the bed, forcing her pussy onto Tiffany’s finger completely.

“Do you want me to keep going Kels?” Tiff asked.

“Oh God yes, don’t stop now, it feels SO good!”

Tiffany carefully added her middle finger and pushed it in to join the other one. Kelsey was immensely wet at this point and Tiff could feel the walls of her pussy contracting in excitement around her fingers. She just held them in her, allowing her virgin pussy to get used to the greater insertion.

Kelsey released her breasts and dropped her hands to her sides. She grabbed the sheets and held on tightly, arching her hips higher into the air, lifting her butt off the bed.

Tiffany began pumping her fingers into Kelsey’s tight pussy. Starting slowly, then increasing the speed as she went along. Curling her fingers upwards, she turned them so on every stroke, they grazed Kelsey’s g-spot. As she moved faster and faster, Tiffany was getting her fingers very wet, wetter than she’d ever gotten them while fingering herself.

Kelsey suddenly felt a stronger tingling, directly inside her pussy. She didn’t know what it was, but it made her feel like she had electricity shooting throughout her body and exploding in her pussy every time Tiffany’s fingers went in and out of her slit. She didn’t know how much more she could take. She was beginning to get dizzy and very light headed. Her body was tingling much stronger than ever before. She kept pushing her hips up and back down, matching the movements of Tiffany’s fingers moving inside of her.

Tiffany then noticed Kelsey’s clit just barely peeking out from the top of her slit and realized she hadn’t really touched her there yet. She took her left hand, wet her index and middle fingers in her mouth and pressed down directly on Kelsey’s erect clit. Kelsey yelped at the contact but kept moving her hips in tune with Tiffany’s thrusts. Tiff pressed down even harder and started moving her fingers in circles, faster and faster.

Kelsey felt her entire body stiffen and felt like she was going to explode from her crotch outward. She clenched the sheets as hard as she could, arched up high and let out a loud moan. Then her legs started shaking and buckled, dropping her back onto the bed. She felt even more light headed than before, like her head was spinning in circles a hundred miles an hour. Her entire body was tingling intensely now and she felt and incredibly strong electric shock run through her entire body, she felt amazingly alive, and at that moment, she screamed, “OH GOD, OOOOOH, OOOOOH, OOOOOH!” She let out one last squeal as the first orgasm of her life pulsed through her innocent body, collapsing onto the bed. Kelsey couldn’t move as her entire body was throbbing and tingling.

Tiffany looked at her friend. Kelsey’s entire upper torso was a bright red. She had a sheen of sweat covering her entire body. Her eyes looked glazed over and she was panting heavily. She pulled her fingers out of Kelsey’s pussy, which was less tight, but more wet now. She climbed on the bed and straddled Kelsey’s abdomen, leaning down she pressed her two soaked fingers against her friend’s lips and pushed.

Kelsey opened her mouth and let Tiffany slide her fingers, coated in her cum, into her mouth and over her tongue. She was so out of it that she didn’t care, and in fact, she thought it tasted good. It was something she’d never tasted before and she licked Tiff’s fingers clean. When Tiffany removed her fingers, Kelsey closed her eyes, relaxed and fell asleep from exhaustion.

Tiffany hopped off the bed and headed for the showers. She grabbed her big towel and headed for the door, letting Kelsey sleep in peace and what she assumed must be pure bliss. “I’ll have to teach her how to do that herself later,” she thought to herself as she took one last look at her once very shy, innocent friend, laying naked on her bed with a shaved pussy, sleeping after having her very first climax. She noticed that her own pussy was very wet and she had wetness sliding down her thighs almost to her knees. Her nipples were painfully erect and she was starting to get flushed. She decided she would have to take care of herself again in the shower while Kelsey slept. She checked to make sure she had her room key with her, then closed and locked the door behind her, wondering what she was going to do about Kelsey after she woke up.

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Enslaved sisters 3567-A and 3567-B get a new lesbian lover and a new mistress.

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. Also this story features 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 twin sister is now Brothel Whore 3569-A

Unnamed twin sister is now Brothel Whore 3569-B

The stepmother Shannon is now Mistress 3567

Chapter Four

3567-B didn’t know or care how long her and 3567-A made love before they fell asleep but as they drifted off in each other’s arms any fears of what their future held were forgotten. However when they were Jared from their peaceful slumber these fears were quickly remembered.

Looking at her sister with her head against her breast 3567-B was tempted to go back to sleep until she was reminded of their situation by the sobbing coming from the other cells. Waking her sister, 3569-A, and 3569-B as 3567-B before they quickly got into the presentation position. As the others quickly joined her 3567-B quickly looked at the slaves in the other cells and saw why they were sobbing.

While the older slaves knelt in the presentation position the same as them while the newer slaves were kneeling in the bound presentation position due to their shackles but this however wasn’t why they were sobbing. They were watching as the slaves in the first few cells were being fed their breakfast.

The slaves in these cells were bent over dog bowels eating some unknown substance like they were a dog themselves. Even the older slaves were on all fours gulping down their food this way before leaning over to a second bowl to lap up some water. Even as bowls of food and water were placed in the other cells the humiliation of the slaves was expressed through their whimpering. Though the older slaves pretty much just cried as they eat.

3567-B felt the same humiliation as the others however it was blunted by the sudden rumbling of her stomach as she remembered neither her or her sister had anything to eat since before they were captured. Even as humiliating as this was she didn’t hesitate to drop to her hands and knees when the dog bowls were put in front of her.

Though tear filled eyes 3567-B look at the substance filling the dog bowl and felt disgusted as she realised it was actually dog food covered with a strange translucent white liquid. Taking a deep breath 3567-B reached her head down and took a small bite from the bowl. As she struggled to swallow the dog food food in her mouth 3567-B heard her sister whimpering as she to took a bite out of her bowl. Even as she was finally able to swallow 3567-B heard whimpering from both 3569-A and 3569-B as they to began to eat. As she bent down to eat some more 3567-B whimpered though after not having any thing to eat in at least two days 3567-B knew she had no choice as she swallowed mouth full after mouth full.

3567-B was thoroughly revolted by the time she began to lick the last of the dog food out of the bowl. But even as she finished and began lapping up water to get the taste out of her mouth 3567-B was horrified to realize the small portion did little to elevate her hunger. Though as she had fought the urge to vomit while eating she was also thankful there wasn’t anymore even though she was still hungry.

To her horror 3567-B soon realized this humiliation wasn’t over yet. Looking in the other cells 3567-B saw that the other slaves were also licking the excess dog food off of the faces of their cellmates. Looking at her sister 3567-B quickly directed her sister’s attention to the other slaves. 3567-B briefly wondered if she cringed the same way her sister did when she realised what they were expected to do next. However they didn’t hesitate as they took turns licking each other’s faces cleans. Though before they knew it they were finished and back to desperately lapping up water in a vain hope of getting the taste out of their mouths.

As soon as the water bowls were empty 3567-B looked to the other slaves for guidance as what they should do next. 3567-B saw they had pushed their empty bowls out of a slot in their cell and had assumed the presentation position. Once she saw this 3567-B and her sister’s bowls were pushed out of the cell and the two of them got into position as they waited with fear and trepidation for what was planned next for them.

This is how all of their days would start. They would take fed their bowl of dog food in the morning then be taken to the shower room to use the restroom before being allowed to wash each other. After pleasuring their sisters they would prepare each other’s hair and makeup. However one change had been made to them since that first day. While both 3567-A and 3567-B hair remained in the pony tails most of the time both 3569-A and 3569-B had theirs placed into pigtails or as some of the other mistresses and slaves would refer to them twin pony tails.

Once their hair and makeup was done they were taken to their training session for the day. These consisted of various types of humiliations for the slaves. But seamed to be different each day. For example one day the twins would be strung up by their wrists then whipped or another they would be kept kneeling and have to pleasure every mistress and slave before them. They would experience various types of bondage and be tortured by numerous pain inflicting instruments.

However one question began to bother both sets of twins as that first two weeks progressed. Why haven’t they been raped by any of the masters? If any of the four of them were virgins then they would have understood. After all they were well aware they were being sold once their training was completed and they had heard enough talk amongst the mistresses to know virgins sold for more. Still none of the four sisters were a virgin. Granted none of them had had sex more than once.

Still as many of the other slaves in their catch began to be subjected to being raped and they weren’t they had become to worry about why. These worries were made worse by the knowledge that their training sessions were always planned in advance so they had maximum effect on them. So for some important reason them and several other slaves were being spared.

Looking at the girls being spared didn’t help. They all had different classification tattoos. Although two of them were fellow brothel whores the others were a mix of a straight pleasure slave and two pleasure maids whatever that was. The other two they had no idea about what their classification was since their arrival they had been kept in chastity belts. Though they were certain these two slaves were virgins

Still the fact that six them being spared were being sold to brothels was a source of great worry. After all they’d figured if they were being sold into prostitution then they should be getting raped every five minutes. Still the six of them being left alone began to make them wonder if the reason had nothing to do with their classification. Especially since they noticed several of the older slaves were also brothel whores and they were frequently raped.

Yet outside of being put through their lesbian paces by the mistresses and their sisters no one else would touch them. Hell even some of the other slaves even had their way with them already. Though they suspected the other slaves having their way with them in the shower that day wasn’t part of their training. So it was beginning to drive them crazy trying to figure out why they weren’t being touched by a man.

In some ways though they were thankful for this distraction. It gave them something to think about during training sessions other then what was happening to them and kept them from being broken like many of the other slaves had. Still as they days went by they become to notice that more and more of their old selves was disappearing. For example long gone were thoughts of their old names, father, friends, even wearing clothes as bit by bit more of who they were was lost.

Granted they found they weren’t kept naked all the time. On several occasions they were dressed up on scantily outfits and made to preform tasks. These included dressing up as maids and having to clean the dungeon they’d been living in. To dressing as schoolgirls and getting a lesson in performing various sexual techniques and acts from the mistresses dressed as teachers. But as time passed they found when dressed they actually longed to be kept naked.

3567-B was rubbing her ass as she remembered the last time they’d worn the schoolgirl outfits. That day had started like all the others they were woken and fed. After they had eaten all of their dog food and licked the bowls clean they were taken to the showers. Once they’d washed and prepared their hair and makeup they were given the outfits.

While they had grown to prefer being naked the outfits they were dressed in left little to the imagination. They definitely wouldn’t be something they would be allowed to wear at any school. The plaid skirt was so short the bottom of their pussies were visible in the front and in the back it only covered half of their ass cheeks. The blouse on the other hand was transparent with no buttons so they had to tie it shut. Though they learned early on they were to be tied so as much cleavage as possible was visible.

Both tops and bottoms of the outfit left their pussies and breasts exposed since they weren’t allowed to wear bras and panties. About the only thing on the outfits they figured would be allowed was the white knee socks and possibly the the black high heels. They also knew that their slave shackles and collars weren’t going to be excepted in any school on the planet for sure; let alone the leashes hanging from their collars.

Now the outfits the mistresses wore weren’t much better. While their skirts did cover everything they were still extremely short and then their blouses were so tight that the buttons had to have been reinforced to keep their breasts from bursting free. Now their stockings high heels and garter belts weren’t that shocking though they still looked sexy as hell on them. The only thing that certainly wouldn’t be allowed were their various accessories. These ranged from pain implements like the riding crop and paddles to items of that were definitely sexual in nature. These included several types of vibrators and numerous styles and sizes of dildos.

While any form of penetration aside from tongues and fingers seamed to be forbidden to the few of them they still had been the recipient of the use of many of these accessories. Though the pain implements were not the only ones they had come to dread. By far what scared them the most were the strap-on dildos the mistresses seamed to love to use on many of the other slaves. While the slaves that they were used on all seamed to enjoy the vaginal aspects of there use. However the pleas and screams of the slaves as the strap-ons were use on them anally sent shivers of terror throughout them all.

Now that day after they dressed they all began the walk to the classroom to began their lessons for the day. Not knowing why 3567-B kept sneaking peeks at the ass of the slave in front of her and 3567 3567-A. Again she wasn’t sure why she found this slave so interesting that day but something about the way her ass cheeks looked moving under the little skirt was turning her on big time.

Granted she was a cute strawberry blonde with hair stretching down to the small of her back. Midsized breasts with pink nipples a flat belly and a most delicious looking pussy between a perfect set of legs topped by the finely formed ass cheeks that seamed to be of such interest to her all of the sudden.

Now with the exception if a few things 3567-B didn’t know much about her. Her identification number was 3621 and she was classified as a brothel whore the same as her sister, the other twins, and herself. Like all of them she hadn’t been raped yet by any of the men. She was also very timid and shy along with extremely submissive with a low pain tolerance.

From what she had seen of 3621 in action 3567-B knew she was very good at eating out the other slaves and the mistresses. In fact her skilled tongue made her about as popular with the mistresses as both sets of twins. Her cellmates was even prone to trade her out to the other slaves for the night in exchange for their cellmates’ services for the night.

3567-B almost wished she could have bargained for her services herself but that would have required trading her sister for the night and they weren’t allowed to separate. That and the fact they were still new enough of slaves to require them to be subservient to the older slaves. Since both her and her sister were subservient to the older slaves that meant they were only allowed to give pleasure to the other slaves and couldn’t receive pleasure but from their sisters. Sadly this point was driven home one night when they had tried to switch out with 3569-A and 3569-B but were stopped when they were shocked by their collars and then the four of them were then whipped the next day.

Looking over her shoulder at 3569-A and 3569-B, 3567-B briefly wondered if she could of traded them for a night. But as quickly as the idea popped into her head she dismissed it as unacceptable. After all despite not being actual lovers the four of them had become as close as possible. Though when she considered it they weren’t that far off of being lovers. After all every day they did have sex right next to them and sleep naked in the same bed.

Still as she watched that cute little ass peeking out of the skirt in front of her 3567-B could only hope she’d get an opportunity to hook up with her one day. The things she wanted to do with that timid slave were pushed to the side when they reached the classroom. 3567-B was actually thankful to have her thoughts pulled away from 3621 as she was beginning to get aroused and she knew that would set both her and her sister’s vibrators off. Looking at her sister 3567-B really didn’t want to explain the thoughts that set her off this time.

Several of the other slaves whimpering allowed 3567-B to completely forget about 3621 as she looked for what had provoked their whimpers. Though one look at the seats of the slaves in question told her the answer. Along the line of desks where they sat for their lessons she saw most of the chairs had a dildo attached. Then as she looked closer 3567-B realized the dildos were all positioned in such a location that when the slaves sat down the dildo would be inserted into her ass hole. As she shot quick a look at her sister’s and her own chair 3567-B was relieved to see that once again they would be spared.

3567-B moved to her own chair and stood waiting to take her seat until the mistress arrived to give them their lessons. As she waited 3567-B wondered which one of the mistresses would be teaching them today. Like several of the other slaves she had a favorite but more importantly she also had ones she hated or absolutely scared her to death. For example Mistress 3567 was prone to just have them debase themselves rather then to inflict pain so she ranked among their favorites but Mistress 2482-B2 was a sadist that took extreme pleasure out of inflicting pain on the slaves and was prone to torture them for no other reason then to hear them scream.

It was a shame because she was a very beautiful woman with large breasts that kept her long red hair braided into a pony tail. But due to the fact to pleasure her always involved them feeling the lash every slave dreaded her. The only saving grace 3567-B saw was the bulk of her torments were inflicted upon the few pain slaves. Still despite her physical beauty the only thing the slaves saw in her was a ugliness that terrified everyone including the other mistresses.

To the relief of all of the slaves Mistress 2482-B2 wasn’t the giving the lessons that day. Though with Mistress 3397 giving the lessen it wasn’t going to be pleasant either. She was fond of sodomizing slaves and would take the paddle to their asses for minor infractions. Though she did have a softer side that she would show when a slave’s actions pleased her.

Despite the dangers of a possible paddling 3567-B was looking forward to the chance of pleasuring Mistress 3397. She was very beautiful with the classic hourglass figure, long shapely legs, and long wavy auburn hair she let flow freely over her shoulders and down her back. Then there was her face that almost belonged on a Greek goddess. 3567-B believed that she had to be the most beautiful of the mistresses and possibly of all the slaves she’d seen.

She was also said to be very passionate every now and again taking one of the older slaves to bed with her only to return them sexually satisfied and with the most serene smiles on their faces. Naturally those slaves tended to be extremely loyal to her and would obey any command she gave them regardless of the nature. This made Mistress 3397 one of the most difficult mistresses to figure out but the thought of her and her sister spending the night with Mistress 3397 sounded very appealing to 3567-B.

3567-B put aside her thoughts about spending the night with Mistress 3397 temporary as she waited for permission to sit down. When the command to sit came it was followed up by an outbreak of whimpers from the slaves with the dildos on their chairs. As 3567-B sat down she watched the faces of those slaves wincing in pain as the rubber shafts slid into their bowls. This put the momentary discomfort of the cold seat against her bare ass into prospective. Still she knew better at this point then to take anything they did to them for granted. After all today could easily turn into a lesson on the proper way of excepting punishment and 3567-B and her sister could be the subjects of the lessen.

So 3567-B sat quietly waiting for Mistress 3397 to start the lessen hoping for the best. After all this could be a lesson on masturbating for the entertainment of their masters. While sometimes a little humiliating it is still vary pleasurable for them. Even when it’s the two of them sitting in front of the class rubbing their pussies and fondling their breasts 3567-B always got enjoyment out of the experience.

However this turned out to be false hope when the lessen turned out to be about dealing with the pain from anal sex. As soon as that was explained all the slaves with the dildos already up their asses began to cry. While those of them without had looks of terror spring up on theirs. Soon all of the slaves’ fears were pushed aside when Mistress 3397 said that lessen however will follow two others. But when 3621 was called to the front of the class they started to get concerned.

Granted their concerns were minor in comparison to those of 3621 as she got out of her seat and made her way to the front of the class. Even as Mistress 3397 secured 3621’s arms behind her back 3567-B could tell she was scared to death. 3621 began to cry as Mistress 3397 told how 3621 would be giving her first blow job as a sex slave.

3621 began to plead with Mistress 3397 was she was forced onto her knees. These pleas only increased in desperation when 3621 saw one of the training masters enter the room. Her pleas were ignored as the master pressed his cock against her lips. 3621 tried to keep her mouth shut but when Mistress 3397 slapped her on the ass 3621 screamed allowing the master the opportunity to ram his cock into her mouth.

3621 was horrified when the master partially withdrew from her mouth only to drive it fully into her. 3567-B watched as this was repeated multiple times until 3621 finally stopped resisting. Once the master saw that 3621 had began to submit he halted his assault on her and watched as Mistress 3397 began to instruct her on giving a proper blow job.

Soon 3621 was looking up at the master with tear filled eyes as she began to move her head back and forth taking more of his cock into her mouth with every pass. Soon Mistress 3397 began to instruct 3621 on how to rub her tongue on the cock in her mouth and the effect began to be seen on the face of the master. 3621 seamed to be a fast learner as she was now working the master’s cock without any instruction whatsoever and the master seamed to be thoroughly enjoying it.

Mistress 3397 had become primarily an observer at this point but would still give 3621 an instruction or two from time to time. Or she would grip the back of 3621’s head and push to get her to take the master’s cock deeper into her mouth. When the master was ready to cum 3621 was talking him fully into her mouth and had partially become accustomed to the intrusion into her throat. Still when the master did cum Mistress 3397 had to hold 3621’s head in place so she had the master’s cock down her throat when he shot his load. Only once the master had deposited the last bit of his cum was 3621 allowed to remove her lips from around his cock. Then after a quick instruction from Mistress 3397, 3621 bent down and kissed the tip of the master’s cock and they heard as she thanked him in her southern accent.

“Thank you master for allowing this lowly slave whore the privilege of sucking his glorious cock.”

3567-B could tell that 3621 was an emotional wreck at that point but when Mistress 3397 untied her top then pulled her onto her lap 3621 moved to the edge of an emotional breakdown. Once Mistress 3397 had 3621 positioned with her legs spread wide facing the class Mistress 3397 reached down and began to play with 3621’s pussy with one hand and her breasts with the other. Despite the humiliation she felt 3621 began to get aroused by Mistress 3397’s efforts and began to openly moan. Her moaning only intensified when Mistress 3397 removed the vibrator and began to work two fingers into 3621’s pussy. However 3621 was in for a nasty surprise when Mistress 3397 soon made her plans for the next lessen known. For when Mistress 3397 thought 3621’s pussy was wet enough she made another announcement to the class.

“We will now get to see Brothel Whore 3621 here get her little pussy fucked for the first time as a slave.”

3621 began to struggle in Mistress 3397’s arms when she heard that. Though Mistress 3397 held her in her exposed position facing everyone. While at the same time the training master began to advance on the two of them while stroking his hardening dick. Sheer terror was written on 3621’s face as he climbed on top of her. 3621 had been sobbing and pleading since the announcement but when he began to line his dick up with her pussy her sobbing and pleading reached a new level.

Even though everyone had an excellent view 3567-B knew by 3621’s scream when the master’s dick entered her pussy. They also didn’t need to see his hips moving to tell that he had started fucking 3621 her whimpering told them everything they needed to know. Though she couldn’t see it very well 2567-B saw that 3621’s face was contorted in a mix of horror and shame as she was being raped.

Something else was noticed by the slaves as they watched 3621’s rape she was beginning to enjoy it. Gradually as the master’s assault progressed 3621’s body began in betray her and take pleasure from the reciprocating shaft that was violating her. Her moans began to mix with her whimpers with each thrust of the master’s dick. This seamed a signal to the master as he adjusted his rhythm slightly and 3621 began to moan harder.

With another adjustment to his rhythm and the speed of his thrusts and the master had 3621’s moaning cancelling out her whimpers before they stopped completely. Now fully betrayed by her body 3621 began to thrust her hips up to meet the master’s as grunts started to escape her lips. This seamed to signal the master to speed his thrusts and soon he was pounding away on 3621 at a blinding pace.

As 3621’s rape had progressed 3567-B had become extremely aroused. Subconsciously her right hand had moved to her pussy. As she watched spellbound her fingers began rubbing driving her arousal higher and setting off her vibrator. Once that happened her right hand began to intensify it’s efforts while she began to massaging her breasts with her left hand all the while not realizing that her sister’s vibrator had been set off by her actions and in response had began to mirror her actions. This started a chain reaction with all of the slaves watching 3621’s rape for soon almost all of them were openly masturbating as they watched.

Even as 3621’s orgasm hit many of her fellow slaves were on the edge of their own. 3621’s orgasm however started a chain reaction of everyone having an orgasm. It started with the master’s when 3621’s orgasm hit her pussy clamped down on his cock and sent him over the edge. Soon he was grunting as he filled 3621’s pussy with his cum. Next to go we’re 3567-B and 3567-A they both screamed out in orgasm simultaneously and set off the other slaves’ orgasms one right after the other. As they were still dazed after their orgasms the slaves didn’t hear Mistress 3397 giving the instructions to her but they all heard 3621 say

“Thank master for using this whore slave’s pussy as your sperm receptacle.”

“Now may this slave whore have the privilege of licking your glorious cock clean?”

Hearing 3631 say that set 3567-B’s arousal off again which of course set her sister’s off as well. They were soon rubbing their pussies again as they watched 3621 take the master’s cock back into her mouth. They were furiously rubbing away as 3621 thoroughly licked all of her vaginal fluids and his cum off of the master’s dick. Neither of the twins had realized that their moans as they masturbated had prompted the other slaves to start up again.

3567-B was to engrossed in the spectacle she was witnessing to notice that both her and 3567-A were being watched by Mistress 3397. If they had noticed they would of been deeply concerned about the look on her face as she watched them. However they were to engrossed in 3621’s efforts to even care. Even as they watched 3621 finish licking the master’s dick clean and plant another kiss on it’s tip they didn’t know that they would be participating in another lesson after they had finished with 3621.

Unfortunately for 3622 her involvement in the lessons for that day wasn’t over yet. As she knelt hoping they were finished with her she struggled with the emotions she was feeling. From the feelings of being soiled to the shame of her orgasm. 3621 was distracted by this she complied almost roboticly as she was ordered to lay face down and stick her ass up in the air facing the class.

Kneeling down next her Mistress 3397 helped 3621 get her body in the proper positioning. Soon 3621 had her ass propped up by her spread legs while her head and shoulders were pressed against the floor. Even when Mistress 3397 briefly moved away 3621 remained unaware of what was about to happen to her. Strangely enough so were 3567-A and 3567-B they were still furiously rubbing away at their pussies as they looked at the cum leaking from 3621’s pussy. They surely didn’t see that Mistress 3397 had realized were their attention was focused or that she had seen them both lick their lips.

Even as she knelt down again next to 3621’s raised ass Mistress 3397 had an idea for another lesson involving those two. However she had a tight little puckered ass hole to lube and stretch out some for it’s first fucking. 3621 had come to her senses some when she felt the cool liquid being poured around her ass hole. However it wasn’t until she felt Mistress 3397 push a finger into her ass hole did 3621 finally realize what was coming next. Maybe she realised that begging and pleading wouldn’t work or maybe she was to emotionally tired to care anymore but as another finger joined the first all she could do is lay there and cry.

As she began working a third finger into 3621’s ass hole Mistress 3397 checked out both 3567-A and 3567-B out of the corner of her eye. To her satisfaction they were still rubbing away at their pussies while starring spellbound at 3621’s pussy. Anyone watching the look of satisfaction come the her face would have mistakenly assumed it was due to what she was preparing 3621 for however they would be surprised if they learned it was for what she was actually preparing 3567-A and 3567-B for. Still Mistress 3397 soon had 3622’s ass hole ready as it ever be and spoke quietly in her ear.

” when you feel the master’s cock enter stay calm and try and relax otherwise it will hurt more.”

With that said Mistress 3397 gave 3621’s ass a slap and moved aside. 3567-A and 3567-B weren’t the only ones of the slaves watching spellbound as the master pressed his cock against 3621’s ass hole. Every slave in the room was taking in every detail as 3621 first winced in pain and cried uncontrollably as her anal violation began. Even before the master was half way in 3621 was begging him to pull out. However as more and more of his dick entered her 3621 gave up begging and just lay there and cried.

When he was fully inside of her ass hole 3621 had just zoned out and began to accept the intrusion. This change once she felt the dick began to move again as it started to pull out. 3621 knew what was coming next and tried to prepare herself. Everyone watched as 3621 closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When the dick was suddenly forced as hard as possible fully into her ass hole 3621’s eyes shot as widely open as possible and she screamed as 3621 thought she was being torn apart.

This continued for the first three or four thrust of the master’s cock. However by about the fifth thrust 3621 had zoned out again and had began to just let out shrill grunts in response to the assault on her ass hole. Even when the thrusting shaft reached it’s fastest tempo 3621 only grunted in response. By the time the master finally filled her rectum with his cum 3621 was practically unconscious.

She hardly even reacted when he presented his cock for her to clean. 3621 just opened her mouth and quietly excepted the slimy instrument that had caused her so much suffering. Once his cock was clean the training master got up and left the room having never said a word. Mistress 3397 did have something to say however.

“You all saw how it hurt 3621 at first as her ass was fucked. In time you slaves you will learn as she did if you relax the muscles it will hurt a whole lot less. Now we have another lesson to take care of.”

As she paused Mistress 3397 looked directly at both 3567-A and 3567-B.

3567-A and 3567-B you will come the front of the class.”

A simultaneous “Yes Mistress” was their response as the twins jumped to their feet and headed to the front of the class. Once they got up there they immediately assumed the standing presentation position in front of Mistress 3397. As she looked the twins over she gave her next orders.

“You two are to help 3621 there to kneel upright. However once she is upright 3567-B you will slide under her from 3621’s front. Once 3567-B’s face is below 3621’s pussy 3567-A you will lower 3621 back down on top of your sisters then kneel behind 3621’s ass.”

The look on Mistress 3397’s face told them both there would be no arguing with her. So the twins moved as quickly as they could to 3621’s limp body. They then worked together to get the three of them in the positions Mistress 3397 had ordered. This wasn’t that easy since 3621 was so out of it she was mostly deadweight. Still to Mistress 3397’s satisfaction they were quickly in position as she gave them their next orders.

“You two slaves get to suck the cum out of 3621’s pussy and ass hole. When I say start 3567-B you start sucking the cum from her pussy, while 3567-A you will suck the cum from 3621’s ass hole. You two will not stop until I tell you and you will make this as pleasurable as you can for 3621. Now you two get started.”

This would’ve been a more humiliating task for the twins a few weeks ago. However they had already figured out what the special topping in their bowls of food was weeks ago. So after eating cum off of dog food for so long having to suck it out of a pussy and ass hole didn’t even phase them as their mouths quickly moved to the appropriate cum filled orifices. Soon the room was filled with the sounds of the twins going about their tasks.

Though as Mistress 3397 looked at the other slaves as she was deciding on which one would handle her own needs. When the sounds of 3621’s moaning joined the sounds from the twins and Mistress 3397 had an idea. Looking briefly at the trio on the floor and then at 3569-A and 3569-B her decision was made. After calling the two of them to her she gave them their orders as she pulled her skirt up and spread her legs.

Anther simultaneous “Yes Mistress” was heard as the other twins dropped to their knees in front of and behind Mistress 3397. Without being told to start the two of them quickly began to simultaneously give Mistress 3397 a rim job and eat out her pussy. Mistress 3397 was getting so much enjoyment out of the mouths of the twins between her legs she didn’t care when she saw that 3621 had recovered some and started licking 3567-B’s pussy.

Mistress 3397 would have been concerned if not for the meeting she had with the Head Master of the training facility and technically her owner. Her, Mistress 3567, Mistress 2482-B2, and her personal slave and subordinate Mistress 3273 were summoned to the what they called the shadow room. It was basically just a large walk in closet with no lights and a very large flat-screen tv.

As the four of them knelt on their hands and knees with their foreheads on the floor the shadowy figure of the Head Master appeared on the tv. With few exceptions no one knew who he was or what he actually looked like as he never actually set foot inside the facility.

Instead he ran things from a far via the cameras and the remote control of all the slaves shock collars and vibrators and through nasty implants in all of the training masters. It was also rumored that his identity was even secret within the upper echelons of the organization. However he was said to have a file on every member of the organization.

For example even if the four of them would of been allowed to look up all they would’ve seen is the outline of a person standing in a darkened room. Even as he spoke his voice was being electronically distorted to farther mask his true identity. Now the mistresses not looking at him had nothing to do with that it was actually a sign of their submission as his slaves. Still even as he spoke they didn’t dare look up at him.

“Mistress 3397 I’m going to give you complete control of the training of the following six slaves. Brothel Whore 3567-A, Brothel Whore 3567-B, Brothel Whore 3569-A, Brothel Whore 3568-B, Brothel Whore 3621, and Brothel Whore 3613.”

After Mistress 3397’s acknowledgment of “Yes Master this slave understands” was heard he continued.

“They have been spared the cock per my orders and the two sets of twins have been denied pleasure from anyone but their sisters. Now I’m giving you sole control of all aspects of their training with one exception. I want both sets of twins to spared the cock a while longer. I’ll instruct you privately on when that will change.”

Pausing again he waited to hear Mistress 3397’s acknowledgment and understanding of his orders.

“Yes Master this slave understands it’s master’s orders.”

“You will train them to the standards that you know I expect from my own personal slaves. Other than that the only other order is they are to have no sexual interaction with any of the other slaves except for the mistresses.”

Mistress 3397’s acknowledgment quickly followed.

“Yes Master your slave fully understands it’s orders”

“Good. As for the other slaves that have been spared the cock except for the virgins their fate is now up to the rest of you but I will caution you Mistress 2482-B2 if you get out of hand while training any more of my merchandise you will spend the rest of your life in the stables as a horse’s sexual plaything.”

Without waiting for them to acknowledge him his image disappeared and they rose from the floor. As she looked at the others Mistress 3397 actually saw fear on Mistress 2482-B2’s face. But that she understood after all slaves sent to the stables or “Stable Fillies” as they were called by the organization didn’t live long. So she basically just got a death threat from someone with the power to carry it out. As for the others Mistress 3567 was obviously disappointed after all the one set of twins had been her charges since she handled their capture.

As for Mistress 3273 she suspected was probably thinking up some scheme to get Mistress 2482-B2 made into a “Stable Filly”. Since it was well known Mistress 3273 wanted free from Mistress 2482-B2 and hated her with a passion. Not that she felt much differently though Mistress 3397 would rather see Mistress 2482-B2 spend the rest of her miserable life As a “Kennel Bitch” getting fucked by dogs instead of having the short life span of a “Stable Filly”.

A request she will be sure to make when she had the private discussion with the Head Master about how he wanted the twins fuckings handled. For what no one knew was she was one the few who not only knew what the Head Master looked like but who he really was. For it was him that had personality trained her as a mistress and that afforded her certain privileges when they communicated in private.

The thought of Mistress 2482-B2 on her hands and knees with a large dog on her back fucking the shit out her was pushed aside for the time being as Mistress 3397 returned her focus to the training of the slaves. Though that image had pushed her to the edge of an orgasm as the twins were hard at work on her second orgasm.

Looking at the other three 3621 had to have had at least three orgasms already and given 3567-B two. While not having any contact with the others other than her tongue being up 3621’s ass 3567-A still had two orgasms of her own. Thanks in part to her masturbating as she worked and her vibrator. As the image of the degradation of Mistress 2482-B2 flashed through her mind again Mistress 3397’s second orgasm hit. As her body was rocked by the climax she decided to end this and get on to her next lessen.

3567-B could only sigh in frustration when Mistress 3397 ordered them to stop. It had turned out that 3621 was as good at eating pussy as she had thought and was about to give her another fabulous orgasm when the order was made for them to stop. Sadly the three of them began to untangle from each other when Mistress 3397 ordered them to the standing presentation position in front of her desk.

Even as weak as she felt herself 3567-B was feeling sorry for 3621 as she was barely able to stand on her own. Braking from their standard protocol the sisters decided to stand on both sides of 3621 in case they had to hold her up. They just hoped their act of kindness wouldn’t result in them being punished. As they got in position they noticed that Mistress 3397 had 3569-A and 3569-B assume the kneeling presentation position. As 3567-B wondered what that was about Mistress 3397 ordered 3613 to join them.

3567-B couldn’t help but to check out 3613 as she knelt with the twins. She was a little asian hottie with small but still well defined breasts a nice round ass and the cutest camel-toe pussy. Like 3521, 3613 was very shy and timid as well as extremely submissive. She was also now the only one of the brothel whores besides the four of the twins that hadn’t been raped by any of the training masters yet. 3567-B’s inspection of 3613 was halted when Mistress 3397 addressed the three of them standing.

“While you three had done well with today’s lessons you have also earned a punishment. 3621 you resisted the advances of a master. As for you 3567-A and 3567-B you two masturbated without my permission and by your pour example inspired the other slaves to copy your actions. Now the three of you have a paddling coming.”

The three of them watched in terror as Mistress 3397 picked up a long wooden paddle and walked in front of them. 3621 was to be the first to be punished since she was the first one to commit a violation of the rules. 3621 was hardly able to do it but she bent over Mistress 3397’s desk and stuck her ass up in the air. As both 3567-A and 3567-B moved aside as they waited for their turn 3621 prepared herself for what was expected from her.

WHACK!!!!!

“T-h-ank you m-istr-ess for for gi-vi-ng this w-hor-e sla-ve the the p-p-ad-dlin-g it de-ser-ves!”

WHACK!!!!!

“Th-a-n-k yo-u mi-str-ess f-or giv-ing t-his who-re s-la-ve t-he pa-dd-lin-g it de-se-rv-es!”

WHACK!!!!!

“Tha-Th-an-nk y-ou mis-mis-tre-ss for gi-gi-g-iv-in-g t-hi-s w-w-wh-ho-re s-sl,la-ve the-th-e pa-dd-ling it-it-it d-de-es-de-se-er-ves!”

WHACK!!!!!

“Th-Tha-a-n-k yo-yo-u mist-mis-t-ress f-o-r gi-g-iv-vi-ng thi-thi-s wh-w-h-ore s-sl-av-av-e th-th,e p-p-pad-pa-ddlin-g i-t de-se-des-e-rav-es!”

WHACK!!!!!

“T-Th-an-Tha-n-k yo-y-o-yo-u m-ist-mis-t-ress fo-r-fo-r gi-iv-gi,vi-ng t-h-is w-wh-ho-r,e sl-ave the pad-dl-ing it-it des-des-er-ves!”

WHACK!!!!!!

“Tha- Than- Thank y- y- you mis- mist- mistress fo- fo- for gi- gi- giving thi- thi- thi- this who- whor- whore sl- sla- slav- slave the-the the pad-pad-paddle-paddling it-it-it de-des-deser-desereserves!”

WHACK!!!!!!!

“Tha-Tha-Thank you-you-you mis-mist-mistr-mistress for-for-for giv-giv-giv-giving this-this-this who-whor-whore sl-sl-sl-ave th-th-e pa-pa-ddl-padd-pa-ddl-ing it des-es-er-v-se!”

WHACK!!!!!!!!!!!

“Th-an-k-Tha-Than-k you-you-you-you mis-mistre-mis-mis-mistre-ss fo-fo-fo-r gi-gi-giv-giv-ing th-th-th-is wh-who-who-re sla-sla-sla-ve t-th-th-th-the p-p-pa-dd-pa-paddl-pa-ddl-ing i-i-i-t d-d-des-de-serv-des–de-dese-rv-es!”

WHACK!!!!!!!!!!

“Tha-Than-Th-an-an-k y-yo-y-yo-y-yo-u mis-tr-mist-re-ss f-fo-f-f-fo-r t-th-t-he p-pa-pad-dl-pa-p-paddl-p-p-pad-dl-ing th-th-th-thi-t-th-is wh-w-hor-who-r-w-hor-e sl-s-la-s-lav-sla-ve des-de-serv-d-es-de-se-rve-s-s-s!”

WHACK!!!!!!!!!

“T-T-ha-Tha-Th-an-k yo-y-yo-yo-y-yo-u mis-mi-m-ist-mi-stre-mis-re-ss fo-f-o-fo-f-for pad-dl-pa-dd-pad-le-padd-lin-g thi-th-t-hi-s w-hor-who-re s-s-la-sla-v-s-lav-e i-i-i-it des-d-eser-ve-s!”

3567-B could only thank god that 3621’s paddling was over. With her low pain tolerance she had been crying like she was being murdered by the time it was finished. Still this also was now a problem for 3567-B and her sister. Because this meant it was their turn and they didn’t have that much better of a pain tolerance.

However Mistress 3397 had a twist when it came time for their paddling. Instead of them crying out “Thank you mistress for giving this whore slave the paddling it deserves!” The other slaves would cry out “Thank you mistress for giving those whore slaves the paddling they deserve!” So twenty more times the whack of the paddle striking a slave’s ass sounded and twenty times the other slaves shouted out. “Thank you mistress for giving those whore slaves the paddling they deserve!”

Even days later 3567-B can still vividly remember that paddling as she rubbed her ass. As she looked at 3621 sleeping peacefully between her and her sister 3567-B remembered what happened after their paddlings. Mistress 3397 announced that her sister, 3621, 3613, 3569-A, 3569-B and herself were now under her detect control for the remainder of their training. Then that she was in charge of how and when they gave or received pleasure. Next their living arrangements were changed now 3567-A and 3567-B would be cellmates with 3621. While 3569-A and 3569-B would now share a cell with 3613. The final rule change and the one they all liked the most was they were free to have sexual relations with any of the six slaves in their group. However to have relations with three members that weren’t their cellmates would require prior permission from the mistress and should any of the other slaves with the exception of the mistresses want to have their way with them they must also have permission from Mistress 3397 or suffer her wrath.

As 3567-B got to that point in her memory of that day she decided to call it a night and to snuggle up to her lovers. After all Mistress 3397 was a demanding task master and she would need her rest to serve her mistress at the best of her abilities.

Chapter Five coming soon.

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James’s plan to get his mother and sister together is in full swing. Will the fueding pair set aside their differences? Or will their jealousy explode out of control?

Doctor’s Incestuous Family
(An Incestuous Harem Story)
Chapter Eight: Sister’s Incestuous Surprise
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Dr. Bernice Wilson

“Have fun at your convention,” my son said as I headed out the door, my suitcase rolling behind me.

A hot shudder ran through me, my pussy tingling and nipples aching as James grinned at me as he sat at the breakfast table beside his sister. The little trollop was wearing a t-shirt far too small and a soft blue thong that was fully on display.

“Yeah, Mom, bye!” Jenny said, her blue eyes minx-bright. She wanted James. I was growing more and more sure of it. But he didn’t need her. He had his girlfriend, and he had me. “We’ll miss you.”

Another hot shudder ran through me. Today I would meet James’s girlfriend. For three weeks, since I seduced him, I wondered about who she was. I thought she must be at professor at his college, an older woman like me. But the pink thong he produced Thursday night, covered in his cum and her pussy juices, made me wonder if it wasn’t a girl his age.

Either way, I was having a hot threesome with them. James’s girlfriend found it so hot I was fucking my son.

I headed out the door, trying not to shout out my love for my hunky son. Nineteen, so strong, maturing into a powerful man. He would be a lady killer. I know he made me swoon. I squirmed as I started my car. We told Jenny I was going out of town for a medical convention, but really I was going to spend the weekend at the hotel with James and his girlfriend.

Two days of hot and wild sex.

I rubbed my hand on my tummy every time I had to stop at a light on the way to the Grand Paramount Hotel. I was pregnant. Bred by my own son. I had no idea what I would tell others. I had just found out. I especially worried about my daughter.

She would throw it in my face after how terrible I was acting. Whenever I was away from her, I wanted to try and mend fences, but when I was around, seeing her prance around James, using the same whorish techniques the eighteen-year-old had used on the married teacher who knocked her up, it sent my blood boiling and the most horrible things spilled out of my lips.

I pushed that down. After the weekend, once I met this other woman, I would patch things up with Jenny. She wouldn’t steal my son from me.

I arrived at the Grand Paramount, pulling up beneath the covered valet driveway. It was a glamorous hotel, built in the thirties, and with that delightful, art deco retro look about it. A white tower thrusting up around the other tall building in downtown. I squirmed as I handed over my keys to the valet and walked in.

“I have a reservation,” I purred to the concierge. “Under James and Bernice Wilson.” I smiled. “My…lover will be here later.”

“Of course,” the concierge, wearing a black suit, said, a smile that promised discretion on his lips. He probably thought I was married and having an affair. “I just need a credit card.”

Ten minutes later, I was in our suite. It was expensive, and I didn’t care. I was giddy to have this fun. There was a huge bed, covered in graceful white covers with pink roses. Potpourri scented the air. The curtains were heavy and I drew them closed, plunging the room into romantic darkness. I opened my suitcase, pulling out the scented candles.

James would arrive at noon. I would have everything ready.

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Jenny Wilson

“Oh, my god,” I moaned, bouncing with excitement for my threesome with James and his mystery girlfriend today. I was so eager to meet her.

Who was she? Which girl at school was it? Carmelita, Michelle, Juana, or Maria. They were all cute in their own way. Or was it a teacher? There were a few MILF’s at our school. I knew James had a thing for big tits. He claimed my smaller, rounder tits were fine, but…

I hoped they would grow big with my pregnancy. I couldn’t wait to nurse my brother with my tits. Alicia said it was so hot to nurse from Melody and Pam. My friend told me so many wicked things about sex. She acted so innocent, like she was a five-year-old girl, but the things she knew made my eyes bulge sometimes.

I was most looking forward to eating my first creampie, licking my brother’s cum out of his girlfriend’s pussy.

I was so excited, I darted through the house, ripping off my too small t-shirt, my tits bouncing before me. I burst into James’s room. He sat at a desk working on his homework. He turned around, grinning at the sight of my naked tits.

“Let’s fuck!” I moaned, darting to him. I jumped onto his lap. “Let’s fuck and fuck and fuck! We have hours to kill.”

I ground my thong on his crotch, my pussy growing so juicy. His cock hardened beneath him as my tits jiggled right in his face. Mom would be gone until tomorrow night. We had the house to ourselves. We could enjoy ourselves. No hiding. No sneaking around. Just loving each other.

And his girlfriend. She could come back after our afternoon at the hotel. If she was nice.

She better be nice.

“No fucking,” James said, being stern.

“But I’m horny,” I groaned, bouncing on his cock. “You knocked me up and made me horny.”

“And I want all that horny energy saved up for this afternoon,” he grinned. “I’ll have two women to satiate. I need my stamina, too.”

“Please.” I blinked my eyes rapidly at him, squirming, my boobs jiggling right before his face. “Pretty please, big brother.”

He let out a groan of frustration. “No. I mean it. Plenty of time for fucking this afternoon.”

I let out a screech of annoyance and hopped off of him. “Just tell me who she is then.”

“Nope.”

“I won’t go,” I said, crossing my arms before him.

“You will,” James grinned, his eyes flicking down to my thong. “You’re too horny not to.”

I screeched again. “Darn it! I am.” I threw myself on his bed, my tits bouncing. “I’m just soooooo bored.”

“Work on homework,” James said. “We’re going to have a busy weekend.”

I shivered. “We’re going to spend it all having fun, right?”

“Right,” he nodded, such a huge grin on his face. “I have been dying for this for weeks.”

I bit my lip. “You really like her.”

“Love her. And just as much as I love you.”

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

James Wilson

Jenny squirmed the entire way on the city bus. I wish we had a second car. She bounced beside me in her long skirt, blouse, and jacket. Fall weather was turning more and more unpleasant, no more were girls wearing the short skirts at school. Her cheeks were flushed, looking so cute with her brown hair held back by a headband.

She counted the stops. “Five more to go. Four more to go. Three more to go. Oh, James, Two more to go. One more to go. We’re here!”

Everyone looked at her when she hopped to her feet and darted for the exit. I followed after, grinning at her. She bounced on her feet, waiting for me, her hips swaying. Her cuteness almost overwhelmed me, her blue eyes so bright, her button-small nose quivering over pursed lips.

She took my arm. “Let’s go, big brother.”

The hotel was another two blocks away. It was nice walking with my sister on my arm. In downtown, we just looked like another young couple, boyfriend and girlfriend. No one here knew us. They didn’t think it was wrong for us to be so affectionate.

I even kissed her. A quick, hot meeting of lips that had her shuddering and bouncing for joy. It was so wonderful seeing her so happy.

I got the key from the desk clerk. He gave me a look then flicked his eyes to Jenny waiting behind me, but didn’t say a word. I could see it in his eyes—discretion. He didn’t care what we were doing up there.

“Ohmygod, ohmygod,” my sister said, her excitement running her words together, echoing in the elevator as we rode it up. “This is happening.”

“Yeah,” I said, my heart racing, my cock so hard. “It is.”

It dinged at our floor. Three doors down, we arrived. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a lacy, black sleeping mask. My sister blinked as I dangled it before her face.

“What’s that for?” she asked.

“I want you to wear it. My girlfriend inside is wearing one, too. I want you two to…enjoy each other before the big reveal.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh, my god, that’s so wild. You know this is killing me not knowing.”

“Yeah,” I grinned. “But you’re going to do it, aren’t you?”

She nodded her head and snatched the blindfold from me. She pulled off her hairband, handing it to me while her hair spilled across her shoulders. Then she pulled on the sleeping mask, adjusting it. She reached out her hand to grab my arm.

“Don’t let me trip,” she hissed.

“I won’t.” I kissed her on the lips. “I love you.”

The words made her shudder, a smile on her lips. I loved seeing her smile.

I shoved the keycard into the slot, my heart racing. This would work. I would finally have them both. The lock whirred. I opened the door and led my sister in.

It was dark inside. The soft scent of spice filled the air. Candles burned, golden light dancing. I could just see the bed and a pair of long, naked thighs on white covers. I guided my sister forward, whispering, “Don’t make any sounds. Just enjoy this.”

She whimpered and the legs moved. Mom made a wanton, wordless moan in answer.

More and more of her naked body was revealed, her legs leading up to the thick, brown bush between her thighs and then her flat stomach leading to those heavy, large breasts I loved. Her nipples were hard. She had a smile on her face, her bleached-blonde hair spread over her pillow.

An identical sleeping mask to Jenny’s on her face.

“Mmm, you both are gorgeous,” I said, taking off Jenny’s jacket.

My sister trembled, breathing quickly. Mom’s breasts rose and fell.

I pulled off my sister’s blouse, revealing her round breasts unencumbered by her bra. I tweaked a nipple, making her gasp. Mom moved, her head looking towards the sound. Her hands roamed her body.

“You two are going to love each other,” I said, kneeling down to pull off my sister’s skirt. I kissed her flat, pregnant belly. It would be months before she showed.

I couldn’t wait.

Then I pulled down her blue thong. Her tart musk filled my nose, her brown hair trimmed close, not hiding her pussy at all. I nuzzled in, taking a lick, making her gasp, her breasts jiggling over my head.

“Okay, she’s naked,” I said. “I want you two to love each other while I watch. I want to see the two women I love pleasuring each other.”

Mom made a wordless groan. My sister stiffened for a moment, then nodded her head, licking her lips.

I took her hand. She gripped me so hard, and led her to the bed. She shuffled her feet, moving slow, scared. I guided her to the bed. She reached out with her right hand, feeling the covers. Then she slid onto it. I joined her, my cock so hard as I brought her closer and closer to Mom.

I held her wrists now, placing them on Mom’s stomach. She let out a sharp gasp, feeling her daughter’s hands on her body and not knowing it was Jenny. I slid my sister’s hands up our mother’s body to those large breasts.

“Enjoy,” I whispered into Jenny’s ears.

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

Dr. Bernice Wilson

My heart thudded in my chest as James’s girlfriend squeezed my breasts with her slim fingers. They were so much softer than James’s hands. I could feel her trembling. She sounded young, scared even. My hands reached out, finding her body, feeling her shivers.

Clothing rustled. James must be undressing. I could hear his excited breathing as my hands slid up to cup his girlfriend’s tits. They were round and far firmer than mine. I explored them, feeling her hard nipples, making her gasp.

“That’s it,” James said, his voice soft and hungry. It was such a masculine sound. The bed moved as he shifted. “Play with each other’s tits. Get closer. Don’t be afraid.”

The girl moved closer to me, stretching down beside me. I rolled onto my side, our hands caressing each other. My heart beat so fast. Such wicked tingles raced through my body as her fingers brushed my fat nipples.

I made such a wanton moan. She scooted closer. I could feel the heat of her body as our legs brushed. She felt so silky smooth. I heard her breathing, felt the rapid beat of her heart as I squeezed her tits.

She was so warm. Burning. Her nipples were smaller than mine. I pinched them, making her gasp. My pussy grew juicier and juicier. I tried to imagine what she looked like. Blonde? Brunette? Black hair? Maybe she wasn’t White, but Black or Asian or Hispanic. Was her skin dusky-brown? Were her nipples pink or dark-red?

“That’s it,” James said, his hand touching my thigh. She shivered, gasping. “Now kiss. Love each other. Press your bodies together.”

I licked my lips then moved my head forward. I felt her breath wash across my face, smelling minty. Then her lips nudged my nose, my lips her chin. We shivered, her hands squeezing tight as our lips moved, finding each other, meeting in a hot kiss.

My pussy clenched as I kissed my first woman. A girl no older than my son. I was such a bad mother. My hands squeezed harder on her tits, moaning into the kiss as our lips worked. She was so hot and wet.

Her tongue probed out, brushing my lips.

I opened my mouth, inviting her in. James groaned his appreciation as I French-kissed his girlfriend. Our tongues met, lips moving harder. Our bodies pressed tighter. My hands slipped from her breasts, sweeping about her body to explore as our bellies pressed tight, our thighs entwining.

I shuddered at the ticklish delight of her pubic hair brushing my own pussy. My hips ground instinctively, rubbing my aching clit against her pubic mound, feeling her hot folds. She moaned into the kiss, her fingers digging into my pillowy tits.

“That’s so hot,” groaned James. “That’s it. This is what I want. I love you both so much.”

We both moaned together, shuddering. She loved my son as much as I did. That sent such a maternal warmth through me. He had found a girl, a woman, to love, maybe to marry and start his own family with.

A woman that didn’t mind that I loved my son, too. That I fucked him. It made my heart race. I felt so close to this girl as our pussies rubbed together, our naked bodies pressed tight. My fat nipples brushed hers, sending tingles through me that warmed my body.

I held her tight, rolling her onto her back, settling my weight on hers. Her hands slipped from my tits to caress my back. Her hips moved beneath me, rubbing her clit into mine. Sparks flew, our pussies growing hotter and hotter.

“Damn,” James panted, moving around us. “I can see your pussies tribbing. You both are so sexy. I love you both so much.”

I groaned louder, my butt clenching. The girl grabbed my ass, squeezing tight, her fingers digging into my cheeks. Our nipples kept kissing, meeting with the same hungry passion as our lips and tongues. Molten heat trickled out of me, merging with the passion flooding out of her pussy.

The bed creaked from our movements. I savored this girl. I wanted to know who she was. I wanted to rip off the blindfold. But James was enjoying this. And I didn’t want to spoil his fun.

“Lick each other’s pussies,” he groaned. “Really love each other.”

I shuddered, breaking the kiss. I could feel her heart racing, beating as fast as mine. She let out such a wanton, girlish moan. She ached to please him as much as I did. We had to do this. We had to lick each other’s pussies.

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

Jenny Wilson

James’s girlfriend was an older woman. She had to be one of his teachers. Was it Vicky, Clint’s Aunt? She taught us both history, though not at the same time. She was such a busty teacher. But there was also Professor Umayyah, his buxom, Arabic English teacher.

She was married. Was that why James hid her?

The woman moved, her heavy breasts dragging from mine and across my stomach. I shuddered, about to eat my first pussy ever. But James was there. I could feel his presence. Everything was so heightened with the blindfold on. I had no idea who the woman was, what she looked like. Only what she felt like, tasted like.

Smelled like.

A sweet musk filled my nose, similar to my own juices but missing that tart edge. Hot thighs straddled my face as her pillowy tits rubbed into my stomach. She descended. My hands reached out, stroking her sides as I trembled.

Curly pubic hairs brushed my nose and lips. Hot pussy pressed on my mouth.

I licked.

She moaned between my thighs.

“Yes,” groaned James as the mystery woman licked at my pussy, too.

Pleasure rippled through me. Her tongue was different from James’s. Not as bold as his licking, not as passionate. There was a…hesitancy about it. Was it her first time licking pussy, too? I shivered, my tongue sliding and nuzzling through her folds, exploring her delights. She tasted so good. That sweet musk covering my tongue, making me eager to lick more.

I moaned, my body shivering, the woman’s tongue licking through my folds. If it was Professor Umayyah, she was a mother. That made her a MILF. A busty MILF licking my pregnant pussy while my brother watched.

It was so hot.

My hands slid up her body. She felt in such good shape. I grabbed her toned ass, squeezing it, my passion swelling, pulling her down to my hungry lips. I tongued through her pussy faster, sliding through her folds, her juices coating my lips and cheeks while her pubic hair tickled my nose.

My fingers clenched into her ass we both moaned. Her body writhed atop mine, her pillowy breasts rubbing into my stomach. Her nipples were so hard. They felt so exciting as they caressed my skin.

“You have no idea how beautiful you both are,” James groaned, kneeling beside us.

I felt so beautiful. It was exciting knowing he was watching our first lesbian experience. I felt her tongue growing more and more bold as it slid through my tight silt. She brushed my clit, circling it the same way James would circle mine.

Had she learned from him? Or had she taught him how to eat pussy?

I copied her, circling her clit with my tongue, loving how the nub felt. How it made her moan. Her excitement buzzed around my clit, making me tremble. Which made me groan into her pussy. My fingers clenched, my tongue lapping harder and harder.

Our passions swelled. I could feel it building between us. We both moaned louder and louder, our tongues lapping harder and harder. Our bodies moved, grinding our flesh against each other. Her ass clenched beneath my fingers.

“Finger her ass,” James groaned.

I grinned. He knew I loved a finger up my ass when I had my pussy eaten out. I bet she did, too.

My finger slipped in between her butt-cheeks at the same moment she shoved a hand beneath the bed and probed a finger into my crack. We found each other’s sphincters at almost the same moment—I won by a heartbeat—and circled them.

It sent tingles through me as she toyed with mine. I sucked hard on her clit and thrust my digit into her tight bowels. I plunged into the same asshole my brother had fucked before. I squealed as her finger wiggled into mine.

We fingered each other’s asses and ate each other’s pussies. Such excitement burned through me. I groaned, lost in my world of darkness and passion, humping against her lips. Her finger felt so amazing as it reamed my bowels, probing in so deep. Her asshole clenched on my plunging finger, her tongue flailing at my clit.

I groaned louder and louder, bucking, shuddering, my orgasm building.

“That’s it,” James moaned. “Cum on each other’s faces. Give each other such passion.”

I squealed louder, my asshole clenching on her finger, my pussy on her probing tongue. She shoved it in so deep, probing the hole my brother loved to fuck. I jammed my tongue deep into her naughty cunt, licking around, driving her wild.

The pressure swelled, stirred by her tongue and finger. I jammed my finger so deep into her velvety bowels, squirming. The tide rose and rose in me. And then the rapture washed through my body.

I came.

I moaned into her pussy, juices gushing from mine. She made such a pleased groan as she lapped them up. She squirmed hard, her hot pussy rubbing on my lips. Her sweet juices flooded out fast as her bowels writhed about my fingers.

I made her cum, too.

“Yes,” panted James. “You’re loving each other.”

She squirmed on my face, her nipples rubbing into my stomach, as we both bucked and came. Pleasure roared through my body. It shot through me. It drove me wild. I moaned into her cunt as it washed through me, driving me wild.

I made a woman cum, and I had no idea who she was. What she looked like. This was the hottest thing ever.

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

James Wilson

“Now kiss each other,” I groaned, watching my mom and sister writhe in an incestuous sixty-nine. It was so hot seeing them heave together in the candlelight, flickering oranges dancing across their naked bodies.

They both panted as Mom rose, her tits heaving, and spun around. She straddled her daughter’s belly, leaning down. Their breasts pressed together right before their lips met in a hot, taboo kiss. My dick throbbed so damned hard as mother and daughter kissed, sharing each other’s juices.

I reached out as they kissed, their tongues dancing. I grabbed both their blindfolds, easing them off as they humped and writhed, lost to the passion. They both blinked, breaking the kiss, staring into the other’s eyes.

Mom gasped, rising up. “Jenny!”

“Mom!” my sister screeched, her arms instinctively covering her round breasts as Mom rolled off of her. “What the fuck!”

“What are you doing…?” Mom looked at me, her eyes so wide.

“You!” My sister gasped. “You’re his girlfriend? What the hell, Mom! I’m the trollop? You’re fucking your own son!”

“You were knocked up by your own brother,” Mom hissed back, her tits heaving.

“Enough!” I roared, kneeling between them.

They both whipped their heads around to look at me, flinching.

“I am so goddamn tired of your fighting,” I growled. “You’re both my women. And you’re both pregnant with my child.”

“What?” Jenny gasped. She shot mom a glaring look. “Who’s the hussy n—”

“I said enough!” My words cracked.

Jenny flinched.

“You two just made love to each other. You just came hard on each other’s lips. You kissed with such passion.” I stared at them both. “You’re both my hussies or sluts or whatever. You’re both my lovers. And you both have been acting so catty. I never should have made promises to either of you to keep quiet. But you…” I glared at them as they both gave me these heart-melting looks. “Yes, those ones. I love you both. You have no reason to fight. You both came here to meet my other woman and have a hot threesome.”

“It’s just…” Jenny swallowed. “She’s our mother.”

“And?” I asked. “You ate her pussy and loved it.”

Mom looked at my sister. She bit her lip. “I’ve been a real bitch to you.”

“Yeah,” Jenny said, her voice frosty.

“It’s just…” Mom shivered. “I was jealous. I saw how you were behaving around your brother, and then you were pregnant and lying. It made me think you were like that…woman.”

“Woman…?” My sister frowned. “You mean dad’s new wife?”

Mom nodded.

“You thought I was going to poach James from you.” Jenny grinned. “You think I’m hot, huh? That I’m cute and sexy.”

“You are beautiful, honey,” Mom said, her hand reaching out, touching Jenny’s hip. “And, yes, I was afraid. I finally seduced him after being so horny for him and… then there you were, pregnant. Suddenly, you were a woman. And a woman who was half-naked and vulnerable and so beautiful. James looked at you, wanting to protect you, and… I just…turned into a bitch.”

“Yeah,” Jenny said. “You did.”

“I’m sorry.” Mom scooted closer. “Can you…forgive me?”

I tensed, staring at Jenny. My sister glanced at me then back at mom. “Well, I guess. You did make me cum. And I was sooooooo horny. Just ask James.”

I relaxed. “She was begging for it all morning.”

And then they kissed. This time, their incestuous kiss was conscious. They knew who each other were. And it was even hotter. Their tongues fenced as their bodies melted together. I shuddered, staring at my gorgeous mom and sexy sister loving each other.

My dick thrust so hard before me as I watched in awe. Finally, everything that I had hoped for was happening.

And it was just as beautiful as I imagined.

Mom broke the kiss, her eyes glancing at me. “Your brother looks so hard.”

Jenny giggled. “Maybe we should help him out?”

“Maybe.” Mom grinned at my sister. “Ideas?”

“Let’s blow him!”

“Yes,” I groaned as they both rose, their hands reaching for my cock.

My mom and sister pressed their faces together as they leaned into my cock. They looked up at me, Mom’s eyes dark, Jenny’s blue, but their faces were so much alike. The same noses, the same cheekbones. Jenny’s had that youthful vitality while Mom’s had that mature beauty. Their hands were both soft.

And their tongues…

I groaned as their tongues swirled about the tip of my cock. My entire body shook as my mom and sister licked around the spongy crown of my cock, their tongues sweeping up my precum, brushing each other’s in the process. It made my dick ache so badly. I groaned, my cock throbbing as they lathed my tip, loving me.

“Damn,” I groaned, my balls boiling already. “That’s so hot.”

“Mmm, this is what Mommy’s big, strong son wants?” she purred before lapping again. “His sexy sister and his naughty Mommy sucking his cock together.”

“Oh, yes,” giggled Jenny. “Look at his face. He’s in paradise.”

“I am,” I groaned.

Both their lips nuzzled into my cock. They sucked on the spongy tip. I groaned, my cock throbbing in their grip. My balls ached more, the pressure swelling in them. After watching the pair make love, and being horny all morning long for this, I was on the edge of erupting. Their cheeks hollowed as they both suckled and nursed at my cock, making such naughty sounds.

I groaned, my dick throbbing in their stroking grips. Both their hands worked up and down my shaft, moving together as they loved me. Their lips nudged, their tongues licking again, meeting, kissing around the head of my cock.

“You two are so hot,” I panted.

“Mmm, and your cock is so sexy,” moaned Mom. “Mommy raised such a hung son.”

“You did,” Jenny grinned. “I love him in my pussy. He reaches so deep in me.”

Mom nodded in agreement.

“You gave us good genes, Mom,” Jenny said, rubbing her cheek against Mom.

“I must have. Your father isn’t this big.” Mom giggled wickedly. “He’s so small compared to your brother.”

“Mmm, then we’re so lucky.”

“Yeah,” I groaned then shuddered as my sister and mom both went back to sucking on the tip of my cock.

Their dual suction had me trembling. It was so amazing, two lips sucking on the side, their tongues brushing. They looked up at me with such loving eyes. My mother and sister were both so horny for me. Both so hungry for my cock.

It was so amazing. My balls tightened. Jenny’s hands found them, playing with them while she nuzzled her lips closer to Mom’s. They brushed, kissing each other again, the tip of my cock still between their lips.

It was the hottest thing in the world.

“Fuck!” I grunted and erupted.

My cum splashed across both their lips and faces. They both pulled back slightly, letting my cum spurt across their features. Mother and daughter moaned in delight as my cum rained across their faces. Thick and white lines painted cheeks and foreheads, dribbling down to their hungry lips.

I shuddered, the pleasure burning so hot through me. I bucked with each blast, grunting as I savored this wonderful moment of incestuous passion. I covered both my mom and sister in thick, pearly jizz.

And then they turned and licked at each other’s faces. They moaned, hungry for my salty cum. My dick stayed hard as their pink tongues bathed each other’s cheeks and foreheads. They scooped up my cum, holding it in their mouths.

Until they kissed, shoving my cum back and forth.

“Yes,” I groaned in pure delight. We were finally a loving family again. And it was so hot watching them snowball my cum.

They passed my cum back and forth a few more times before they broke apart. Jenny looked up at me, such a mischievous grin on her face. “You need to fuck Mom’s pussy.”

“Oh, honey, maybe he should fuck yours,” Mom said. “I’m your mother. I have to make sacrifices for my children.”

“Such a wicked mommy,” giggled Jenny.

“The wickedest,” she agreed, her voice purring.

My cock throbbed, still so hard.

“But you have to go first, Mom,” grinned Jenny. “I want to lick James’s cum out of your pussy. I’m so hungry for it.”

“Yes,” I panted.

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

<strogn>Dr. Bernice Wilson

“Fuck her, big brother,” my daughter moaned as she pulled my hair, yanking my face down to her wet pussy.

This time, I knew whose pussy I ate. “Mommy’s going to make her baby girl cum so hard,” I moaned between licks of her tart passion. “Just explode.”

“Yes,” she hissed. “Such a bad, slutty Mommy. Isn’t she?”

“She is,” my son said and smacked my ass.

I groaned, wiggling my hips, my pussy dripping with excitement. Sucking his cock together was so hot. And I knew that this would be amazing. I couldn’t wait to feel his cock ram into my ccunt and stir me up while I devoured my daughter’s pussy.

I squeezed her ass, pulling her tight as my tongue plunged into her hot depths. James rubbed his cock on my pussy, making me squirm. And then he thrust into me. I moaned into my daughter’s cunt, my son filling my snatch to the brim.

“Yes, fuck our naughty mommy!” screamed Jenny, humping her pussy against me, her round breasts jiggling. “I want to lick your cum fresh out of her pussy. Licking it off her panties just wasn’t enough.”

I shivered, my pussy clenching, remembering that pink thong smearing across my lips as I lapped James’s cum mixed with her pussy juices off of it. I should have known it was her panties. I just didn’t recognize them.

Smart of James to buy new pairs.

His balls thwacked into my clit as he pounded my cunt. Friction burned in my cunt as I savored the incestuous thrill of my son ramming over and over into me. I moaned into my daughter’s hot snatch. Her juices flowed, the tart cream coating my lips and chin.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she squealed, her brown hair flying. “Oh, big brother, fuck our naughty mommy! She’s moaning so loudly into my pussy.”

“Because you have such a juicy, succulent pussy,” I moaned, moving my right hand. I spread her open. I hadn’t seen her pussy since she was a child. She had matured, but still had that tight, girlish slit.

I licked through it, savoring her silky folds on my lips, my pussy clenching around my son’s cock.

I was trapped between my two children. They both humped against me. Jenny seized my bleached-blonde curls. She held on with a death grip as she smeared her hot pussy on my lips. James fucked me just as hard, ramming that wonderful cock over and over into my pregnant snatch.

We were both pregnant. James had bred the pussy I ate. My children had made me a grandchild. It was so hot. My pussy clenched so hard as my tongue swirled through my daughter’s depths, probing as deep as I could, my fingers rubbing at her clit.

“Mommy!” she squealed, bucking so hard, those round tits so delicious as they bounced. “Oh, my god, Mommy. You’re amazing. Oh, wow. Oh, big brother, she’s going to make me cum.”

“Good,” James growled, thrusting so hard. “Cum on her face. She’s such a naughty mommy. She wants it. She loves making her children cum.”

“I’m such a bad Mommy,” I breathed between licks, bucking my hips back into my son’s hard thrusts.

His cock churned such a frothy bliss through me. I groaned, my eyes widening as he reamed over and over into my depths. I shivered, pumping my hips. My tongue danced through my daughter’s folds, eating her out as he fucked me with such passion.

His cock sawed in and out of me. The rapture surged through me. I loved it. I had made both these children. It was like I raised them to please me.

I shivered at the thought, my heavy tits swaying beneath me, nipples grazing the covers. The pressure swelled in my pussy. I was so drunk on the incestuous passion of loving my son and daughter at the same time.

I rubbed my finger harder on my daughter’s clit as I tongued so deep into her tart pussy.

“Mommy!” she moaned, panting so loudly. She squirmed, the bed creaking. “Oh, my god, Mommy!”

“Cum!” James groaned, his thrusts so hard. He smacked over and over into my ass with his crotch. I loved it. His balls hit my clit, sending sparks of pleasure through me. “Cream her face!”

“Yes!”

Jenny bucked so hard. Hot juices gushed out of her pussy. I drank her tart flood. I gulped down her cream. More spilled over my chin and cheeks. I shuddered, a heady thrill shooting through me. I made my daughter cum again.

I kept rubbing her clit, hearing her gasp and moan as her orgasm rippled through her one after the other. She squealed each time, pulling on my hair. It was so hot. My pussy drank in the friction of my son’s thrusting dick as I lapped through my daughter’s folds.

I was such a naughty mommy.

I came.

My pussy spasmed on my son’s cock. It writhed about his dick. James groaned, feeling my orgasming pussy. He slammed into my depths. I shuddered as his cum spurted so hot into my pussy. Blast after blast of jizz shot into me. I quivered, milking his dick as his incestuous cum filled me.

The pleasure shot through my mind. It burst across my brain. I moaned into my daughter’s cumming snatch, her juices flooding around my lips. My every breath was filled with her tart passion as the rapture screamed across my mind.

We were such a loving family. He had bred us both. Jenny wouldn’t steal James away from me because she shared him with me.

My pleasure peaked as James groaned, “Fuck, that was good, Mom. I love cumming in your depths.”

“I bet,” giggled Jenny. “Did you fire a lot of cum in there for me?” She licked her lips.

“Come find out,” James groaned.

“Yes, eat out Mommy’s naughty pussy,” I moaned as James pulled his cock out of me.

I rolled over onto my back, my right hand clamped over my cunt to trap in every drop of my son’s jizz. My daughter rushed around me, bouncing like a little girl about to get cotton candy at the fair, her blue eyes so bright.

James grinned, his cock glistening with my juices as Jenny settled down between my legs. She buried her face into my cunt and devoured me with such a happy look on her face. She groaned, tasting my son’s cum leaking out of my pussy.

“Oh, that’s so delicious,” she groaned. “Salty and sweet. I love it. Thank you, Mommy, for making this yummy creampie.”

“Your brother helped,” I laughed. “He churned your Mommy’s cunt up to a hot froth.”

“I can taste that,” Jenny purred before she lapped again, digging my son’s cum out of my cunt.

James grinned, his dick twitching, glistening with juices. I licked my lips. “Honey, let Mommy get you nice and hard for your sister.”

“You are the best mother in the world,” he groaned.

“Uh-huh,” Jenny said, popping her head up, her lips smeared with pussy cream and cum. This was so hot. “Just the best.”

I had never felt so happy in my live. I couldn’t believe this. I had my son and daughter loving me. We were a happy family.

I opened my mouth as James moved closer. I sucked his cock into my lips, savoring my sweet musk coating him. He groaned, his dick throbbing and twitching. He stared down at me with such passion in his eyes.

I shivered, humping against my daughter’s hungry tongue. She licked and lapped, scooping so much jizz out of my pussy. I shivered, my pussy clenching. My heart beat so fast in my chest as I squirmed against her hungry tongue.

I came.

I moaned about my son’s cock, my juices flooding into my daughter’s hungry lips. She lapped them down, her blue eyes twinkling as they stared up at me. James stared down, his eyes the same azure hue. He stroked my hair, groaning as his dick grew harder and harder.

I was getting him ready to fuck my daughter. As the rapture melted my mind, that thought made me cum harder.

I loved our family. I was so glad we weren’t fighting any longer. But loving each other now. It was the best.

And soon, Jenny and I would both be showing, our bellies growing round together. Our milk coming in…

James was one lucky, young man.

To be continued…

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The police investigation continues, digging into Clint’s graduation day and his incestuous antics. That day, his mother swells with naughty pride and has a creamy treat for her hunky son!

Incestuous Harem’s Passion

(An Incestuous Harem Story)

Chapter Three: A Mother’s Incestuous Pride

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

December 17th, 2026 – Detective Nelson Tucker

Excitement rushed through me at what Tad Blake had just said. He knew about Clint Elliston’s incestuous relationship with his sisters. I wanted to nail that pervert. I sat across from Tad in the interview room at my precinct in the Sacramento Police Department. My partner, a young woman named Sunny Salvage, sat beside me. She had a great poker face, her mirrored sunglasses hiding any excitement.

“What do you know about Clint and his sisters?” I asked.

Tad, a slovenly man in his mid-twenties, grimaced. He tapped the picture before him. It was from Clint’s college graduation. He was in his cap and gown, his younger sister Alicia sitting on his lap. She looked like a little girl instead of a sophomore coed. Beside Clint sat his “first cousin” Melody. Her gown was open, her naked body on display, Clint’s hand between her thigh clearly fingering her in public. On paper, they were cousins, but rumors buzzed that she was really Clint’s half-sister.

Apparently, the deceased Clinton Elliston Sr. had been screwing his wife’s sister, Melody’s mother. We couldn’t find any existence of Melody’s father, a supposed Canadian.

“He’s probably got his dick in Alicia here,” said Tad. He tapped her. Alicia was Clint’s sister for certain. “She liked to sit on his lap and play a little girl, letting her skirt hide the fact they were having sex.”

Disgusting. His own sister? And in public?

“Any proof?” I asked. You couldn’t see that they were having sex, just that he was fingering his “first cousin.” That was legal in the State of California. They could marry and have children, too.

“No,” said Tad. He leaned back in his chair. “But Alicia is six months pregnant in this picture. Everyone at our college knew he was the father of her child even though she claimed it was some Canadian boy she met and who had gone back home before she knew she was pregnant. A one night stand.”

“Yeah, we’ve heard that one before,” said Sunny, her voice tight. “Tell us about this day.”

Darkness flashed across Tad’s face. Pain. “It was our graduation day. A fucking terrible day.”

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June 23rd, 2018 – Clinton “Clint” Elliston II

“I am so proud of you, Clint,” my mom said. She had just given birth to our son, Clinton Ellison III, a few days ago. She looked so sexy right now. She’d rebounded fast from her pregnancy thanks to some herbal remedies from Mrs. Hiragawa’s pharmacy. Mom’s breasts were a little bigger. They were now the same size as Zoey’s. Milk beaded at her nipples.

I loved breast milk.

“Your father would be so proud, too, if he were here,” Mom continued as she advanced on me, her large tits swaying. Her fat, dark-red nipples looked so delectable decorated with her creamy milk. “You’re graduating. Oh, Clint…” Her eyes misted with tears as she reached me. Her hands slid down my black graduation gown. It was open. I was naked beneath it, my cock hard.

“And would he be thrilled to have you congratulating me naked?” I asked, my hands hefting her heavy breasts. I squeezed them.

Milk squirted from both nipples, splashing on my bare chest.

“Mmm,” she purred, leaning down. Her dyed-blonde hair swept over her cheeks. “Your father would want me to be happy. I know he’s happy watching us from heaven.” Her tongue licked up my chest, gathering her milk. A tingle raced over my skin. “He’s waiting for me and Vicky up there. He’s glad that you’re taking care of us.”

I stared down at her. She was a submissive woman who was first tamed and dominated by my father when they were nineteen. She had proven her devotion by delivering her younger sister, my Aunt Vicky, to Dad. They both became his slaves. They bore tattoos proving it. They had a triangle tattooed over their hearts, a C in the top corner, a V and C in the lower corners.

“And you’ve done such a good job taking care of us, Clint,” Mom purred. “You’ve been such a hunky son and strong Master to us.”

She had been drowning after Dad’s death. Dominating her had saved her from her drinking and depression. She had come back to life serving Melody, Pam, and me. Her hungry eyes stared into mine, her fingers biting into my shoulders.

“Master, may I show you how proud I am of you?” she moaned. “Your Mommy-slut wants to love you. You’re such a hunky and strong and powerful son. You make your Mommy-slut so wet.”

My hands squeezed her tits. I loved digging my fingers into her breasts. They were so soft and delicious. “Granted, slave.”

She purred in hunger and pushed me back. I hit the edge of the bed behind me and sank down on it. Mom mounted my thighs. Her large breasts swayed before my face as her hands slid down my muscular chest to my rippling abs.

“God, you make your Mommy-slut so wet,” she moaned. “Your Mommy-slut’s so hot and aching for you. You’re such a sexy son. God, your Mommy-slut wants you in her pussy.”

“Whenever you want it,” I said, grinning at her. “I’ll give my Mommy-slut the pleasure her horny cunt needs.”

She lowered herself down to my cock, guiding my tip to her pussy. Her brown bush caressed the tip. She was one of my few women I let have pubic hair. I liked the contrast of her dyed hair not matching her carpet. The silky hairs caressed my crown. Pleasure rippled down my shaft.

Then her cuntlips engulfed the tip of my cock. Incestuous heaven surrounded my dick. My mother slid lower and lower down my cock. She moaned, her back arching as she sank her cunt down my dick. Her moans echoed through the bedroom, a wanton sound of a woman getting the itch in her snatch scratched by a big dick.

Her son’s dick.

“Master!” she moaned as she bottomed out on my cock. “Oh, your Mommy-slut loves her big son’s dick in her. It’s where you belong! Back inside your Mommy-slut’s cunt!”

“Yes,” I growled and nuzzled my lips against her breast. I latched onto her nipple. Her fat nub felt amazing in my mouth. I suckled on her.

Her milk squirted into my mouth. She moaned, her cunt squeezing around my dick. She wiggled her hips from side to side. She stirred her twat around my cock in a slow, mind-numbing undulation. Her pussy gripped me. Then she slid up and down my cock. Not fast. Slow.

She took her time, savoring my cock while I enjoyed her milk and pussy.

That hot, creamy breast milk flowed into my mouth. My mother’s milk. I drank this as a babe from her tits, and now she was nursing me again while riding my dick. My hands grabbed her ass. I squeezed her rump and suckled hard.

I gulped down her milk. The creamy treat flowed down my mouth. I suckled and nursed on her with hunger. Her milk splashed against the roof of my mouth. That sweet delight, with a cantaloupe aftertaste, poured down my throat. It warmed my stomach, the heat flowing to my cock held in her juicy cunt.

“Oh, Master, yes!” she moaned. “Oh, your Mommy-slut is so happy to nurse you again!” Her cunt slammed down me then gripped me as she slid back up. The friction transformed into bliss that flowed down my dick. “Your Mommy-slut loves suckling you again! You’re in your Mommy-slut’s pussy and nursing from her tits!”

Her throaty passion echoed through the room. She slammed down me again. She engulfed my cock over and over in her delicious, tight cunt. I had come from this pussy, just like my two sisters and now my first son. I had bred my own mother and now enjoyed her milk.

I loved it.

My fingers dug into her rump. I squeezed her ass and lifted her up my cock. She whimpered. My cheeks hollowed as I nursed. She impaled her cunt down my dick. Her pussy massaged my shaft over and over. The pleasure spilled through my body. An amazing heat that rippled through my veins. Her hips wiggled from side to side. She stirred around me.

Teased me. Loved me.

It was a delicious treat to experience my mother in every way. I gulped down her breast milk. My dick throbbed in the incestuous grip of her cunt. My balls tightened as she slammed down me. Her pubic hair rubbed against my stomach as she rose up my long cock. Her cream dribbled down my shaft and soaked my balls.

My fingers dug into her flexing ass. Her moans sang around the room. I stirred such passion in my mother. My incestuous sex slave worshiped me with her cunt. With her sweet breast milk. I gulped it down. I loved it.

“Oh, my god,” Mom moaned. “Your Mommy-slut loves your dick! Loves nursing her strong son! Your Mommy-slut wants to cum on your cock.”

I ripped my mouth off her nipple and moaned, “When I cum, you can have all the pleasure you want, Mommy-slut.”

“Thank you, Master!” she moaned and slammed down my cock.

I shifted my head over and latched onto her other nipple. I suckled hard on it. The milk fired into my mouth. That hot and creamy treat. Her breasts jiggled, her left rubbing into my cheek as I nursed from the right. My fingers slid into the crack of her ass. My digits slid lower and lower until I found her sphincter.

I thrust my middle digit into her bowels.

“Master!” she squealed, her pussy squeezing tight about my cock as she impaled herself down it. “Oh, Mommy-slut loves everything her strong Master-son does to her!”

Her asshole gripped my digit. I fucked it in and out of her bowels. My orgasm built and built. I gulped down her milk as I teased her. The heat around my cock swelled. Her juicy, incestuous twat massaged me. I suckled with hunger on her nipple.

She slammed down my cock. She engulfed me again and again. My cock erupted. I fired my incestuous seed into my mother’s cunt. The pleasure slammed through me. I growled around her nipple as I suckled as hard as I could.

“Master!” she howled and joined me in rapture.

Her pussy engulfed me to the hilt as my cum erupted into her cunt. My hot jizz fired into her convulsing twat. My mother’s snatch milked my cock. Spurt after spurt of my seed pumped into her. It spilled into my mother while her juices gushed out around my shaft.

Her passion bathed my balls. She trembled on my lap. Her pussy writhed around my cock. Her asshole massaged my finger pumping in and out of her. I growled around her nipple. I suckled as hard as I could. Her milk squirted into my mouth as my jizz squirted into her pussy.

“Oh, Master, yes, yes!” she moaned. “Your Mommy-slut is so proud of you! You’re graduating! I love you so much!”

I ripped my mouth from her nipple. I kissed my mother as her cunt milked out the last of my cum. The pleasure peaked in me. My body buzzed with bliss as I thrust a tongue laden with her sweet cream into her mouth. My tongue darted around inside of her mouth. Our lips worked together.

“Don’t you two look beautiful together,” Melody sighed. My queen watched us from the doorway wearing her graduation gown. It was open to show off her naked body beneath.

Pam, her cap perched on her head, peered over Melody’s shoulder. My Japanese half-sister smiled. “Yes, they do.”

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Melody Samuels

After seeing Clint and Aunt Cheryl having sex, I was on fire. Of course, we had to get going to our graduation. Pam, Clint, and I were all graduating from college. No more having fun at this school. Melody and I were off to law school while Pam would pursue her psychiatrist degree. The entire family was heading to the Golden State Arena in downtown Sacramento where it would be held. I sat beside my daughter in her car seat on the ride. She had to face backward since she was only a year old. She looked so beautiful.

“Your mommy and daddy are graduating today,” I told her. She yawned and looked up at me. I smiled. “One day, it’ll be you. And your daddy and I will be so proud of you.”

When we arrived, my mom took my daughter, Zoey took Pam’s, and Aunt Cheryl had her new son cradled in her arms. He was so cute, too. A third generation of Clinton Ellistons. I bet he would grow up into a sexy man like his father.

Clint, Pam, and I headed into the waiting area with the rest of our graduating class. We nodded to our classmates. They were all excited. So was I. I was horny, too. My pussy burst with passion. I found a chair and sank down on it. With a casual gesture, I opened my robe.

Everyone in at college knew I was an exhibitionist slut. I bared my naked body, round breasts coming into view. I shuddered, my blonde hair falling down my back in a thick braid. I spread my legs, flashing my shaved twat at Clint and everyone else.

They had all seen us fuck. Clint and I had a little hiccup in our relationship a few months ago. I got a little jealous of all the time he was giving to other girls. The Mihara twins, Mrs. Umayyah and her cadre of schoolgirl prostitutes, and more. I almost cheated on Clint. It shocked me at how my jealousy had skirted the line.

Clint had adjusted things. He paid more attention to his sisters, especially Pam and me, and I had found myself more devoted to him than ever. I saw what I almost gave up, what I almost ruined, and vowed to let nothing ever destroy us again.

“Feeling frisky, Melody?” Clint asked as he sauntered over.

“Uh-huh,” I said. I bit my lip. “You know me. When we’re in a crowd, I’m always feeling frisky and naughty.”

He sank down in the chair beside me and boldly shoved his hand between my thighs. The other students were watching us. I shuddered in delight, my eyes flicking across the room at them. Tim Yates nodded to me. Brothers and sisters, sons and mothers, daughters and fathers were all having so much fun. Coach Young had found love with his daughter thanks to Clint. I helped Becky Yates seduce her brother. Tad Blake, who was watching us, had fucked his sister.

Lee had filmed them a couple of times.

I shuddered as Clint rubbed his fingers up and down my pussy. My milk-laden breasts jiggled. I arched my back, loving every moment of his digits caressing my twat. His fingers felt amazing. He brushed my clit. Teased my labia.

Thrust into my cunt.

He plunged his digits deep into my snatch. I savored the pleasure. My half-brother’s digits felt amazing. It was a wondrous delight to experience. My twat squeezed tight around his digits. Pleasure rippled through me. I groaned and squirmed in my seat. This awesome pleasure surged through my body.

“Look at Melody,” someone in the crowd whispered.

“Of course, the slut’s getting fingered.”

“Damn, Clint is lucky to have all those sisters.”

“Is she really his sister?”

“I hear Clint’s dad had a thing for sisters, too. He and Melody are definitely not cousins.”

It made me so wet. I beamed at the audience. Pam watched, surreptitiously masturbating. She had pulled her right arm into her robe. It moved beneath her black gown. Her fingers caressed her twat the way Clint’s stroked mine. She was such a voyeur.

She liked to watch, and I loved to be seen. We were the perfect pair to be Clint’s girlfriends. No one suspected she was our sister. That made it so hot. My cunt squeezed down on Clint’s digits. I whimpered and shuddered.

My chair creaked beneath me as I moaned, “Oh, god, Clint, you’re such a stud. You’re going to accept your diploma with my cunt juices on your hand.”

“Go Melody!” whooped Tad, his eyes hungry. He was probably thinking of doing things with his younger sister. He pulled out his phone and started texting. I wonder to who? His sister? Was he organizing his own hot fun before the ceremony?

“You’re such a slut, Melody! I love it!” shouted Svetlana.

I winked at her, my breasts jiggling. I squirmed and jiggled. My breasts bounced. Milk trickled from my nubs, the hot milk running across my round tits.

“God, Clint, you are so lucky. I wish I had a sister!”

“Make that whore cum!”

“Mmm, I am such a whore!” I moaned. “Clint’s whore!”

“She’ll cum,” Clint said, his voice a confident growl. He pumped his fingers in and out of my cunt while his thumb rubbed at my clit. He stroked me. Teased me. The pleasure surged through me. I groaned, my cunt clenching around his digits. “Won’t you?”

“Oh, fuck, yes!” I moaned, my orgasm building faster and faster. “So fucking hard!”

Pink flashed in the corner of my eyes. To my shock, Alicia appeared. I didn’t know how our little sister got into the back area, but there she was. She wore a pink dress that made her already petite and girlish frame seem even younger than nineteen. The skirt started right beneath her breasts, falling in pink delight down her body. She had layers of petticoats beneath. It hid her growing pregnancy.

She was six months, her belly nice and round, but you couldn’t tell unless you looked carefully at her.

Her glasses flashed on her cute face, her light-brown pigtails flowing behind her. She darted up, turned around, and mounted his lap. She squirmed around, her hand reaching behind her to adjust her skirt. She let out a whimper. Clint a groan.

The little slut just sat down on his cock. That was how she conceived her twins with Clint. Right in the cafeteria, she’d pretended to sit on his lap like she always did. Right now, she looked so innocent perched on Clint’s lap.

You’d never know she had a cock in her.

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Alicia Elliston

It felt so wonderful to slide my pregnant pussy down Clint’s cock. I giggled with girlish delight to be impaled on my big brother’s cock. He groaned. Melody shuddered beside us. My big sister trembled, breasts jiggling. Milk gleamed as it ran white down her tits.

“Oh, cupcake, how naughty of you to be here,” Melody moaned, her voice throaty with pleasure.

“I just had to wish my big brother good luck,” I moaned, squeezing my cunt around his cock. I felt so naughty to be sitting on his lap. For him to be in me. My hands rubbed at my belly. I was so round. I would have my big brother’s twins. A son and daughter.

It would be so amazing.

A smartphone flashed as Tad snapped a picture of us.

I beamed. No one could know I had my pregnant pussy around my big brother’s cock. I clenched and relaxed my cunt. I had worked so hard on my Kegels to pleasure his dick this way. It was so hot to pretend to be a little girl sitting on her big brother’s lap while actually having sex with him.

We’d done it in the mall. On the Ferris wheel. At the movies.

“Damn, my little princess,” panted Clint. My brother wrapped his arm around me. He cupped my belly. Our twins grew inside of me. It was so wonderful. “Work that naughty, little cunt on my dick.”

“Mmm, you are such a hot slut, cupcake,” Melody purred, her voice soft. “Our brother’s going to make us cum.”

His digits plundered in and out of Melody’s cunt. It was incredible to participate in. I squirmed, stirring my cunt around his cock. I massaged him by clenching and relaxing. He groaned, savoring my pregnant twat while I reveled in his cock reaching so deep into me.

I whimpered. My back arched. My small breasts jiggled beneath my dress. I squeezed down on his shaft. This wonderful passion surged through me. I whimpered, staring out at all the students watching us. I bet they knew what I was doing.

Pam did.

My Japanese half-sister watched us as she masturbated beneath her graduation gown. She looked so hot. So naughty. I smiled at her, giving her all my girlish charm. She shuddered and bit her lower lip. Her arm moved faster beneath her robe.

She pleasured herself with vigor.

I clenched and relaxed my twat on my big brother’s cock. The stimulation rippled through me. My pregnant pussy quivered around him. I could already feel that wonderful orgasm building and building inside of me. This wonderful explosion of bliss which would consume me. It would be incredible. I would explode in delight.

In quivering rapture.

“Damn, princess,” groaned Clint, his free hand rubbing over my pregnant belly. “You are such a naughty and sexy and wicked little sister.”

“Yes, she is,” moaned Melody. “Oh, my god, Clint, this is so hot. Cupcake, you’re such a treasure. Oh, yes, yes!”

Melody threw back her head. Her body spasmed. I watched her breasts heaving, milk bubbling from her nipples. She moaned while the seniors around us cheered. They loved her. I loved her, too. My cunt grew hotter. My pregnant pussy massaged Clint’s cock as I watched my older half-sister cum.

Melody’s blonde braid swayed behind her. She gasped and moaned. She bucked on her chair. Her legs kicked out. Her eyes squeezed shut. She moaned my big brother’s name, crying out in delight. A huge smile crossed her lips as she hit the peak of her orgasm.

“Oh, Clint, thank you,” she panted. “I needed that.”

“I bet you did,” Clint said and kept fingering her.

“Ooh, you are such a stud!” She trembled. “Make me cum again.”

“Oh, do it, big brother,” I said and bounced on his lap like an excited girl.

My pussy slid a few inches up and down his cock. I groaned, savoring the stimulation of his shaft. My pregnant cunt massaged my brother’s dick as I clapped in excitement. He groaned as I pleasured him.

I was so close to my own orgasm. To that wonderful delight. Clint nuzzled into my hair. He nibbled on my ear. My glasses slipped on my nose. My pigtails danced as I pleasured Clint’s dick. This hot pleasure rippled through me. My breasts jiggled, nipples throbbing.

“Big brother,” I whimpered softly. Everyone was focusing on Melody as she moaned and gasped. She spasmed through another orgasm. “Oh, yes, big brother.”

“Let me feel that pussy spasming around my cock, my sexy, little princess,” Clint cooed, his voice soft. I barely heard him.

“Yes,” I whimpered. “Oh, yes, yes, I will.”

My orgasm built and built as I bounced on his cock. The friction of his dick inside of me was incredible. It was such a delight. It was incredible. My head tossed back and forth. My pigtails swayed. My cunt squeezed around his shaft. My pregnant pussy brimmed with desire.

“Oh, fucking yes, Clint!” howled Melody. “This is how a stud makes a woman cum!”

“Yes,” I whimpered and joined her.

Clint’s cock sent me over the edge. My pregnant pussy convulsed and spasmed. That wonderful heat rippled through me. This was incredible. It was the best delight in the world. Waves of bliss surged through my body. I whimpered, fighting not to show the ecstasy surging through my flesh.

Clint grunted. His cock erupted his incestuous seed into my bred depths. He pumped that wonderful cum that started our twins. He filled me with it. I whimpered, my pleasure increasing. I bit my lower lip, heat burning across my face.

Pleasure burned through my mind.

My big brother’s cum flooded my spasming pussy. My cunt milked him. My toes curled in my Mary Jane shoes. My legs kicked. Spurt after hot spurt of his spunk fired into me. It was so wonderful. I treasured every blast, eager for the next bit of fun to come.

“You’re such a goddamn stud, Clint!” Melody howled.

“And you’re such a slut, Melody!” a girl yelled. “I love it! You’re so brave!”

“Yes,” Pam whimpered, her own body trembling as she joined us in cumming.

“Melody! I wish you were my sister!”

“You’re a fucking stud, Clint!”

“You are, big brother,” I moaned as my orgasm peaked. My pussy milked out the last of his spunk into my cunt.

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Tad Blake

My sister appeared at the door to the waiting area. I was so hard from watching that lucky bastard Clint. When Alicia appeared and clearly mounted his cock while he fingered Melody, the sight had caused my blood to boil. I needed my sister. I wanted Erica on my cock.

The last year had been incredible. I had my own sister-slut. I fucked her every chance I got. She loved my cock. I pumped my jizz into all three of her holes. She always protested when we did it at school, but I always convinced her.

And now I wanted to convince her to fuck me here.

“What?” she asked, this wary look on her round face. Her bleached-blonde hair spilled down to her shoulders. She folded her arms beneath her breasts, stretching tight her purple blouse over those tits.

“I want you,” I said, grabbed her arms. “I’m so fucking hard for you. I want to get my diploma knowing your sitting between Mom and Dad full of my cum.”

She took a deep breath and shook her head. “No.”

I blinked. “No?”

“There are people around,” she said. “We’ll be seen.”

“I know,” I groaned. I pulled her hand down to my cock. I pressed her into my girth. “That’ll make it hot.”

She ripped her hand away from me. “You just want me for sex.”

I blinked at that. “Well, yeah, you’re my slut.” I grinned at her. “You’re my sexy sister-slut. I know you love squealing—”

She slapped me. Hard. My head snapped to the side. My cheek stung. I blinked against it. I tasted blood. I gaped at her while rubbing my tender face. What was this? She loved my cock. She loved being my slut. She said it all the time.

Anger surged through me. I grabbed both her arms in tight grips. “I don’t know what has gotten into you, but you’re at least going to suck my cock. I need to fucking cum.”

“No,” she hissed. “Let me fucking go, Tad!”

“You’re mine!”

“I’m not just a thing!” She struggled. “I thought you loved me, but you don’t, do you?”

I gaped at her. “Don’t you find it hot that you’re a thing? An incestuous fuck toy for me to play with? I thought you loved being my slut!”

“I loved you!” she snarled. “But not any longer. Let me go!”

“I’ll prove that you’re my slut!” I growled, squeezing her arms. She winced and gasped as I pressed her down onto her knees then fumbled to open my robe and pull out my cock. “You’re going to suck it and love it!”

As I reached in to pull out my cock, her head slammed forward. I gasped as she headbutted my hard cock and balls. Pain flared. My hand slipped. She burst away from me and backed up. “I’m telling Mom and Dad what you’ve been making me do, you bastard!” Tears beaded her eyes. “I hate you!”

She turned and fled as I staggered to the side. I grabbed the doorway to support myself, groaning.

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Leann “Lee” Samuels

“Did you do it, Princess?” I asked. Right now, I had to call Alicia princess. She changed how I had to address her from time to time. All payback from when I was a bullying bitch to her. I needed a strong Master to take me in hand.

Thank god Clint had done it. I had bugged him, called him Lint, drove him wild until he seized me by the scruff of the neck and showed me why I was such a brat. I was a masochistic slut who needed dominance and humiliation, punishment and pain.

“Yes!” Alicia said, her voice echoing through the restroom. She hurried back to the handicap stall where I waited. The graduation ceremony was about to start, but it would be boring speeches. “Everyone was distracted by our big brother fingering Melody that I milked his cock dry without anyone noticing.”

“Ooh, what a naughty princess,” I moaned, licking my lips. “Do you need to be cleaned up.”

“I do,” she said, a hungry glint in her eyes. She opened the handicap stall and slipped in. “On your knees, slut!”

“Yes, Princess,” I moaned and did just that, so eager to serve her.

Alicia lifted her skirt. It had layers of lacy petticoats sewn to the inside to give her outfit a frilly delight. She exposed the round swell of her belly. She had a gentle curve that descended right down to her shaved twat. Cum and pussy cream coated her plump pussy lips.

The scent of her fresh pussy filled my nose mixed with the intoxicating aroma of our brother’s cum. I loved Clint’s jizz. Master had the best spunk in the world. Well, I had only ever had his spunk, but I knew nothing could top it.

I grabbed her pregnant belly, loving the round swell of it, and pressed my face into her bred twat. Her hot, shaved lips rubbed against my face. My tongue lapped out. I slid through her folds. My tongue fluttered back and forth, teasing her.

She finished pulling off her dress. She hung it from a hook on the back of the stall door and quivered, naked and delicious. My tongue plundered deep into her cunt. I lapped out the wonderful jizz brimming in her.

“Oh, yes, yes, clean me out, you nasty skank!” she moaned, her voice girlish and naughty all at the same time.

“Yes, Princess!” I moaned and did just that.

I scooped out more and more of our brother’s spunk flavored by her fresh pussy. She groaned, her back arching. I couldn’t see her little titties thanks to her baby bump, but I knew they were jiggling. They’d grown plumper in the last month.

Just like mine had when I had Amber. Mrs. Hiragawa was watching over my daughter with Clint while I was busy. I hoped Amber would become her daddy’s sex slave when she was an adult. That would be hot.

Just like it was hot to lick my half-sister’s cunt full of our brother’s cum.

“Ooh, you nasty slut, yes!” she moaned, her body trembling. Her pigtails danced around her head.

My tongue fluttered through her folds. I stroked her belly while I feasted on her. I quested around in her twat for more and more of our brother’s cum. I searched out every drop of it I could find. She tasted so good. Her pussy melted on my tongue. It was a treat to enjoy.

A delight to experience.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she gasped. “Ooh, Lee, this is so naughty. You’re such a filthy, disgusting slut who loves eating cum out of your sisters’ pussies!”

“I am!” I moaned. My tongue wiggled around inside of her, searching for more of Clint’s cum. I failed. “But you’re all out of jizz.”

“Well, a good thing for you I’m pregnant. I have another treat for you.”

My eyes widened in delight. I latched my mouth right on her urethra. I’d given birth three months ago. I knew just what a baby did to a girl’s bladder. You always had to pee. I sucked hard on her, eager for that nasty treat.

Alicia moaned. Her pregnant belly quivered in my hands. Hot piss squirted into my mouth.

The acrid delight mixed with the lingering flavor of salty cum and fresh cunt. I gulped it down. The piss warmed down to my belly as more and more streamed into my mouth. Alicia moaned. Her urine flowed out of her.

I swallowed it as fast as I could. I couldn’t get my dress dirty. It was a special one. I couldn’t spill a drop of my pregnant sister’s piss. My cunt burned. I clutched to her baby bump as I ignored my own cunt.

Only Clint, Melody, or Pam could give me permission to cum. I had to suffer with a hot and itching pussy as I serviced Alicia.

“Yes, yes, drink all my pee!” Alicia moaned in her girlish voice. “Oh, you’re such a disgusting and filthy creature.”

I was. I gulped down another mouthful of the salty, acrid piss.

“Just drinking my pee! Ooh, and in an hour, I’m going to have to pee in your mouth again.”

My cunt clenched. The ache to masturbate swelled. It was its own torture. I savored it. I drank the last of her piss. I was a filthy, nasty, depraved slut. Pussy juices ran down my thighs beneath my skirt. I groaned and then licked at Alicia’s twat.

“Mmm, yes, use your tongue as my toilet paper,” she moaned. “Get every drop of my pee up. You love it.”

“I do, Princess,” I moaned. “Pregnant piss tastes the best!”

She giggled in delight then gasped as my tongue found her clit. I swirled around her bud. I nibbled and sucked and played with her clit. My own begged to be loved. I denied myself. I would be a good girl today.

Pussy juices ran down my chin. Fresh cream soaked my mouth as I sucked on her bud. I nibbled on her clit with my soft lips. She squirmed, her moans echoing through the bathroom. I could hear the commencement speech in the background as I pleasured her clit.

My tongue licked and lapped at her cute bud. I swirled around it while my right hand slid down her pregnant belly. I followed the curve down to my lips nursing on my clit. I brushed her folds. Found her entrance.

I thrust into her bred depths.

“Lee!” she moaned, her hot, pregnant cunt squeezing around my fingers. “Oh, you know just what I need.”

I did. I curled my fingers, sliding my digits across the top of her twat. I searched for that special spot. I would make her explode. It would be incredible. She shuddered and moaned. Her head tossed back and forth.

Then she squealed in rapture.

I’d found her G-spot.

I massaged the bundle of nerves. My cunt blazed with heat. I sucked on her clit and moaned with frustrated lust. Drinking piss and eating creampies always turned me on so much. I would be squirming through the entire graduation ceremony.

It would be such sweet torture. I would savor every unbearable minute of it. When Clint let me cum, I would explode.

“Oh, my fucking god, Lee!” Alicia moaned. These days, she always grew a potty mouth when she was turned on, shedding that cutesy persona of hers. “Yes, yes! You’re such a slut! Oh, fuck! Yes!”

Her pussy convulsed around my fingers. Hot juices gushed out, bathing my hand. I sucked hard on her clit, loving her moans and gasps. They echoed around the room. My pussy dripped juices down my thighs.

This was so hot. So exciting. I drank her cream. I licked and lapped around my fingers buried in her spasming twat. Her moans echoed through the bathroom. She savored the bliss I wished I could enjoy.

She was so lucky to cum whenever she wanted. She wasn’t a brat like me needing her big brother to control her.

Well, maybe I was lucky, too. I got to drink piss, be spanked, and be fucked so hard by Clint. I loved being a slut.

Alicia panted as she came down from her orgasm. She smiled at me. “Thank you, slave, for your service.”

“You’re welcome, Princess,” I panted.

I didn’t bother cleaning up. I had pussy juices on my face as we headed back to the stage. The boring commencement speech was still droning on. I sat with my family and took my infant daughter Amber from Mrs. Hiragawa.

Amber mewled. I knew what she needed. My nipples ached. I didn’t mind breastfeeding in public. I didn’t care if anyone witnessed me being a mother to my brother’s daughter. I wanted them all to see the incestuous proof of our love.

I hummed in delight as I watched the graduation ceremony. Clint looked so handsome. He was such a stud.

I was glad to be his sister-slave.

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Clinton “Clint” Elliston II

It was incredible to cum in my little sister’s cunt. I buzzed with that pleasure all through the commencement and Svetlana’s valedictorian speeches. My thought drifted to the party I’d attended last week at the Reenburg household. Mr. Reenburg was a politician whose son and daughter went to my college. Even better, Sean’s mother was my mother’s boss. Mom worked as a paralegal to Mrs. Reenburg. She was a lawyer.

Having her and her husband’s help would be amazing.

Luckily, I knew for a fact that Sean, the son, wanted to seduce his mother. He’d been bugging me to let him speak to my mom to get advice on getting Mrs. Reenburg in bed, but I kept telling him she was on maternity leave.

I wanted Sean to fuck his mother all on his own.

If the Reenburg family stepped into incest all on their own, then they would be even more motivated to help me realize my dream of legalizing incest.

I was going to be a lawyer for that reason. Melody and I had talked about it. We would both go into law and work at getting incest legalized from different avenues. Pam wanted to be a counselor and help people understand the joys of it. She had this kinky idea of only taking female clients and get daughters to love their daddies and mothers to love their sons.

She was a wicked thing.

Finally, it came time to get our diplomas. This pride surged through me as I shuffled in the queue. Pam was before me and Melody behind me, her cunt juices perfuming my fingers. They were alternating boy and girl, reading off names and handing the “fake” diploma, just for show for the ceremony, to the recipient.

“Pamela Hiragawa,” the dean said. He handed over the diploma to my half-sister and shook her hand. “Congratulations.”

I slipped a note card to a woman standing by the dean and she handed it to him so he could get my name right. Not that he needed it. He glanced at me and shifted. I had blackmail on him—he liked barely legal pussy, enjoying Mrs. Umayyah’s coed whores—so I was certain he was glad to see me go.

“Clinton Elliston the Second,” he read and handed me my diploma. We clasped hands. “Congratulations.”

I felt this surge of triumph rush through me. I had completed a stage of my life. I could feel the sun warm on the back of my neck as I marched across the stage. In the crowd, I spotted Mom and Aunt Vicky with Lee, Zoey, Alicia, and Mrs. Hiragawa. Beside them were the two Latina sisters and the Mihara twins with their sexy mother. All five of them were pregnant with my children, the Campo sisters weeks from their due date and the Mihara women sometime in early August.

Above it all, I felt my dad watching me. My incestuous harem had begun with a dream. Maybe it was really Dad giving my ass a kick so I could make my move on Melody and discover the truth of our family. Maybe he really was watching over us, happy that I was taking care of his two sex slaves. I hoped he was proud.

I missed him so much.

I walked with my back straight as I entered the back area where those who’d already graduated waited. Tad Blake looked like he’d swallowed month old mayonnaise but everyone else was happy. Pam threw her arms around my neck and kissed me hard.

“Melody Samuels,” the dean said in the background. “Congratulations.”

My tongue danced with my half-sister. One of my two queens. I kissed her hard, my tongue dancing with hers. My hand slid down her gown to cup her ass through it. My dick throbbed and ached with need.

“Mmm, celebrating without me?” purred Melody.

I didn’t even break my kiss with Pam. I just reached out with my right arm, snagged my other sister, and pulled my first love into my embrace. Melody and I had been in love since we were kids. We had started the harem together. I hadn’t treated her as well as I should a few months back, but we’d straightened things out.

She joined the three-way kiss. The two sisters I loved the most. My two queens. Our tongues danced together. My two women tasted so sweet. Their bodies pressed against me. I knew together we would change the world.

We would make incest and bigamy legal.

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December 17th, 2026 – Tad Blake

Remembering that day eight years ago still burned in me. My sister had rejected me. I should have owned her body the way Clint owned his sisters. It was so fucking unfair. He had four sisters who were his sluts. Plus Pam, his mother, his aunt, and a dozen other girls I knew. The Mihara twins and the Campo sisters had his babies, and Juana and Carmelita where fucking lesbians.

He made a pair of lesbian sisters into his sluts!

All I had was Erica. One sister. She should have been begging to suck my cock that day, to take my cum in her pussy. Instead, she got hung up on ‘love.’ It didn’t exist. It was just hormones driving us to fuck. Love was just how girls rationalized giving their bodies to a man and becoming his slut.

She was married now with a guy she ‘loved,’ or so I heard. She had two squalling brats with him. Daughters both. I hadn’t seen her since that day. She’d told my parents and they had disowned me. My dad had punched me and said I was lucky he wasn’t having me arrested. They threw my clothing on the lawn and told me never to set foot near them again.

Fuck them all. I didn’t need them.

I stared down at the picture I’d taken that day. Clint looked so smug fingering one sister while another rode his cock. He was so brazen. Thought he was untouchable. But now the police were on his ass.

And I got to help them nail him.

“What else do you know about Clint’s relationships with his sisters?” asked Detective Savage. She leaned forward, her mirrored sunglasses reflecting my face. “Any proof that Melody or Leann are actually his sisters and not his ‘cousins.’”

“Naw,” I said. “But I saw Clint getting a titty fuck from Zoey before. She’s his sister. He came all over her face.”

“Any proof?” the older detective asked. He had that grizzled look. The cop who was “one day away from retiring and was too old for this shit” kind of vibe. “More pictures.”

“Naw,” I said, shifting. “I wish I did. There were a lot of rumors about Clint. He was fucking the Mihara twins and the Campo sisters, too. There were lots of talk about his aunt.”

“Vicky Samuels?” asked Detective Tucker. He leaned back in his chair.

“Yeah. Supposedly, her classroom was like a bordello.” He grinned. “I’d investigate her. Sex with students. I bet there are some teachers who know about it. Maybe they can get you that proof you need. You know, really nail Clint for being a pervert. I mean, what type of sicko fucks his sister?”

“Yeah,” Tucker said. He wrote on his notepad. “Let’s just start from the beginning. When did you first learn that he was fucking his sisters?”

I nodded and began telling everything I knew of those two years of college. I could tell the cops would be tearing into that slut Ms. Samuels next. Maybe they’d catch Mrs. Umayyah and her ring of coed prostitutes she was running, too. She pimped out her own daughter.

They all deserved to suffer.

To be continued…

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Mums ex girlfriend and her partner return

I had been on edge all day waiting for the girls. I heard the car pull up and rushed out to them. Matt was just behind me.

I went to Jenny’s side and helped her with her stuff while Matt helped Suzy with hers. We all had a nice hug and Matt helped Suzy upstairs with their stuff.

Jenny came to me and said I need to talk to you.

Mum Suzy thinks I am ashamed of her for what she did. I cant get her to understand that I dont care. I have decided that I want to do the same number of films with Lucky as she did and then she will realise that I cant afford to lose her again.

Are you sure you want to do this. Lucky can be a bit controlling. Suzy was escaping from a very bad place she would have done anything to get free.

I know that. Thats why I dont care. I dont know where she would be if it wasn’t for you two.

Have you talked to Suzy about this. Yes she doesn’t really want me to do this.

Susy and Matt came down. Have you talked to Mum. Yes.

Ok lets not mention it anymore tonight lets see where we go in the morning

Has Kim moved in now.

Yes her grandad had a heart attack and passed away. I have adopted her.

I didnt say anything about what he had been doing. That night I whispered to Matt to take Kim to his room. I dont want to confuse things with the three of us sharing.

In the night when everyone was quiet Kim crept into my bed and hugged me. I think she realised I still missed Suzy. Probably the first night in ages that Matt slept on his own.

After breakfast I suggested that Suzy and jenny went up their room on their own with Lucky. It would be difficult enough without an audience.

Suzy took off Jenny’s jeans and knickers and lay her on the bed. She then went and brought lucky up and tied him to the radiator. Suzy knelt on the floor between Jenny’s legs and gently parted her lips and licked her clitoris until she was nearly ready to come. She then let Lucky go. She lay on the bed at the side of her gently holding her.

Lucky pushed his broad shoulders between Jenny’s legs and started tonguing her. Lucky always seemed to know exactly what to do. Pretty soon Jenny had her first orgasm.

Wow that was quite nice.

The Lucky raised himself up between her legs.

Are you sure you want to carry on.

Jenny grabbed Suzy’s face and kissed her. Yes.

Jenny could feel Lucky’s dick probing for her passage. Then he was in her. He slowly humped away until he was fully inside her.

Jenny had never had a penis inside her she always new she was gay and never felt the need to experiment with boys.

After a couple of minutes she orgasmed again. Lucky carried on for about half an hour giving her three more orgasms. Then he Knotted in her.

Ouch thats a bit tight she squealed. Then the two of them were locked for about four minutes. Lucky pulled out and went and lay down licking his dick.

Wow we probably need to get a dog she laughed.

Suzy went and led Lucky out the room and shut the door.

He will probably want another go if we let him. He seems to be able to keep going all day if you let him. She then went and pulled Jenny up into the bed and lay with her.

How was that.

I dont think I am a virgin any longer. Thats the first penis I have ever had. She said laughing. He was actually quite nice. He wasn’t rough with me at all.

Probably because I was with you. I think he thinks I am helping him. Look you have made your point you dont have to do this anymore if you dont want to.

No I need to. I cant lose you again.

The two of them kissed and pulled the blankets over them and lay there for half an hour.

I think I need a shower and a bath.

Suzy helped her shower the semen from inside her then she ran a bath for the two of them.

After dinner Jenny took Matt to one side and asked that there would only be her and him doing the video. Suzy can have a bit of time with Mum. I think they still miss each other.

The five of us sat and watched a DVD and drank a bit too much beer. Suzy sat between mum and jenny. They looked so happy. I worried that Kim might end up left out tomorrow.

I noticed Jenny take mum to one side to talk to her.

Can you take Suzy to your room tomorrow to take her mind of stuff. You know she still misses you.

Mum gave her a hug and kissed her.

We got up early and after breakfast I set up the cameras in my room as mums bed was brand new. I took Lucky up and tied him to the radiator and went back down to the girls.

Suzy grabbed mums hand and led her towards the door as she passed Kim she grabbed her hand also. The three of them disappeared into mums room.

I gave Jenny a hug and said are you sure you want to carry on.

Yes she said.

I led her by the hand to my room.

I started the cameras rolling.

Where do you want me. she said as she took her top off. Let me do that I said as I undid her bra. Is this the first time a boy has undressed you I said as I undid her jeans.

Yes it feels really strange. But quite nice.

I finished removing her jeans and Knickers.

God Jenny you are gorgeous I said as I lay her half off the bed. I leant over and kissed her on the forehead. I need to get you in the mood. Do you mind if I go down on you to get you ready.

You can do anything you want except put your dick in me.

I parted her legs and slid my tongue up her thigh and then gently started licking her clitoris.

Wow thats nice. Pretty soon she was nearly ready to orgasm and I stopped and went to get Lucky.

Dont stop please make me come.

I continued to lick and nibble her clit until she orgasmed.

Wow thats another first for me.

I went and let Lucky and led him over to her. I was worried he would go charging at her.

Lucky pushed her legs apart and started licking her. she was soon having her first orgasm from him. He waited until she had done then he gently stood up astride her waist and started licking her breasts something he tends not to bother with. He then worked his way up until he was licking her lips. His dick was pressing against her opening. He seemed to be trying to get his tongue into her mouth but he wasn’t being aggressive about it.

Open your mouth a bit I said.

Jenny did as I said and his tongue slid into her mouth just a little. Then as he rammed his dick into her the force of him impaling Jenny on his dick may Jenny cry out and with that Lucky stuck his whole tongue in her mouth. I could see she was not over keen on his tongue. But she thought if Suzy had done it so would she.

Pretty soon Jenny was coming again. Lucky went on for forty minutes making jenny come four more times. The pair of them were knotted for about ten minutes. When he pulled out I led him out the room. I hope mums locked her door I thought.

Jenny was just getting off the bed so I went and hugged her. That was really nice. Isn’t that going to be enough. Surely its just the principle isn’t it.

No Jenny said she did five videos so I will do five.

You know one of them was a lesbian video with mum. I lied slightly Suzy did six with lucky and three with mum. But I wanted Jenny to get away with doing as few as possible.

Then thats what I will do. Mums actually very fanciable anyway.

I took jenny to the bathroom. You might want to use some mouthwash first. Apparently Lucky’s tongue doesn’t taste that nice.

Your not Kidding.

I took her into the shower and helped her clean up. She didnt even mind when I parted her lips and gently hosed inside her vagina. Then I ran her a bath.

I will go and make you a cup of tea.

Coffee please two sugars.

I came back up and Suzy was in the bathe with her.

I suppose you want a coffee as well.

Yes please.

I brought up the coffee and leant over the bath and kissed them both. I then popped in to see mum.

There was Mum and Kim wound round each other 69ing. I leant over and kissed them both also. Do you want tea.

Give us twenty minutes.

Ten minutes later I took the tea up. I couldn’t wait any longer to give my two girls a hug.

Later on I sent off a ***********ion of short clips to Ian. He came back with the prices. I showed them to jenny.

Wow thats not bad we are probably in the wrong business she said laughing.

I sent the video off to him and told him to use the same bank details as Suzy.

The following days Jenny did three more videos with Lucky. She did two in one day.

I think she was actually starting to enjoy some of it.

The next day Jenny went Suzy and whispered something to her. Then she went to Mum and asked to do a video with her. I think they had probably talked about this between them as mum grabbed her hand and led her to her room.

This bed will be a bit more comfortable than Matts. Mum had asked me earlier to set the cameras up in her room.

As I started the cameras mum gently undressed Jenny and pushed her back on the bed and then removed her clothes until she was stood there naked. She then started licking Jenny’s clit until she came. She then pulled her up on the bed and they 69ed until mum had come and then Jenny came again.

I looked round and there was Suzy and Kim stark naked watching through the gap in the door.

Come in we are done.

Suzy went and leapt on the bed with the pair of them and Mum got up to leave them in peace.

Then Kim said can I do a video with them as well please.

You will have to ask them nicely. But leave them in peace for now.

After lunch we sat in the garden having a beer when Kim went over to the girls and asked if she could do a video with them. Suzy hugged her and asked if thats what she wanted.

You have had a bit of time with both of us on our own. You are absolutely adorable. Is it more time with us you want or do you want to do the video.

I love my time with you and would love to spend more. But I just feel very naughty doing videos. It makes me feel strange.

Do you want to do a video with both of us or individually.

Individually please.

Suzy and Jenny said ok and they reached up and kissed her.

That afternoon we did two videos with them. One in my room and one in the girls room. Mum spent time with whichever one wasn’t with Kim. After each shoot Kim would jump up with a big grin on her face. How was I, Can I have a look.

She was insatiable she could never seem to get enough but she only ever seemed to have very soft orgasms even with me or mum.

That night we all went out for a nice meal and came back with a couple of bottles of wine. We sat watching a film for a bit all of us wrapped round each other. Life felt very special.

Ok girls I think you both are about even now can you please be happy together.

Suzy Kissed Jenny and said I think so. Suzy stood up and said I think we need to get a room. As they passed Kim they grabbed her hand and took her with them.

Me and mum locked up and went to her room.

Our work here is done mum said laughing.

We gently 69ed and had the best night sleep ever.

In the morning me and mum were up first and made some coffee for the girls. Mum took it up to them. Kim was tucked in between them. The three of them had their arms around each other. Kim had the happiest smile ever on her face. Mum leant over and kissed them all. There’s no rush to get up. You look like you are enjoying yourselves.

Do you want to join us said Suzy.

I would love to but I will leave you in peace for now.

Suzy said we will be heading back later today. I am going to miss you.

Me too said Jenny. Hugging Kim I think I am going to take this one back with me she said laughing.

Once everyone was up we got the girls packed and made Lunch. Everyone was trying to put of the goodbyes as long as possible. Mum had taken Suzy to one side and had a quiet few words together. Them mum kissed her. I knew mum would have a hard time for a few days again.

We waved the girls off. I think we all had a few tears in our eyes.

Kim came and got mums hand and took her upstairs. I left them on their own. I didnt see them until the next morning.

To be continued

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To give her strength on her perilous quest, Angela is gangbanged by nine priests of the Warrior God. Sophia is visited in her dreams and given a divine message.

The Knight and the Acolyte
Book One: The Quest
Chapter Three: The Hopeless Quest
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this!

Acolyte Sophia – Shesax, the Kingdom of Secare

“Anoint her and give her a Quest!” screamed Vivian, her voice muffled by the knight’s tangy pussy and thighs sitting on my face.

My face was smeared with pussy juices. Knight Angela was a squirter. I did love eating pussy, but now my insides twisted as I awaited to hear what horrible Quest she received that would drag me away from the temple for weeks or even months.

“Let it be easy, Saphique,” I prayed into Angela’s pussy. “And I’ll be the most faithful priestess ever. I’ll worship you so fervently between the thighs of every woman. Please, please, please, sweet Goddess.”

Iron groaned as I prayed and then snapped open. I could not see much other than the Knight’s body and the High Virgin’s pussy glinting with her two piercings. Something fluttered through the air and the High Virgin snatched it.

I trembled. “Please answer my prayers, Saphique.”

“Knight-Errant Angela of Deute, you are charged on a Quest to slay the dragon Dominari prowling the Despair Mountains,” declared the High Virgin. “May Saphique watch over you on your journey.”

I groaned. That didn’t sound easy at all.

“I…I will accept this Quest as a Knight Deute,” Angela declared, her voice quavering. “I shall depart on the morn and not return until I have vanquished the foul dragon Dominari even if it costs me my very life.”

I groaned again. Why did she have to say that? I thought Knight Quests were supposed to be easy. How often did they fail? They were trained warriors. They knew how to fight all manner of foul monsters that prowled the world. Could I die?

My heart sank.

Knight Angela rose, her naked body anointed with the pussy cream of my fellow acolytes. She turned and strode over to the other female knight. My breath caught—while both knights were redhead, the older knight was a stunning beauty. Her very presence was captivating. She radiated power and sensuality. My mouth salivated. I would gladly worship between her thighs.

“Lady Delilah,” the Knight Angela said to the older knight.

“You will succeed and win such glory for our order,” Lady Delilah purred, stroking Angela’s face.
I stood up with my other acolytes. The ritual was over. I trembled as I joined them in snuffing out all the candles adorning the shrine. My eyes kept falling on the two knights as they held their whispered conversation.

The beautiful knight was confident. Lady Delilah. What a lovely name. It so matched her beauty. My heart thudded in my chest and my cheeks blushed. I felt the familiar stirrings of a crush. I hadn’t had a girlish crush in years.

“I take it back,” Maria whispered as she stood beside me. The acolyte had a vicious smile on her mouth. “You are perfect for this Quest. I’m glad I wasn’t chosen.”

“What?” I asked, frowning at her.

Maria shrugged and strode off, disappearing out of the sanctuary. She was just messing with me. Maria was supposed to get the next quest, and she was jealous that I was awarded this honor. But I bit my lip, my stomach tightening. Was this a dangerous quest? Dragons were rare and deadly, but Knights killed them all the time.

Sir Reginald slew the dragon Wrasitharia when it ravaged Thlin centuries ago. He had ridden out and driven a lance right through the beast’s green belly and slew it. A tremble went through me. But the dragon had breathed her green fire and roasted Sir Reginald the moment his lance impacted her chest.

The knight had won, but so had the dragon.

“Damn her,” I muttered as I walked out of the sanctuary, hating the fear Maria implanted. “Just because one old knight died, doesn’t mean anything. Angela’s probably a better warrior. She’s trained.”

But the terror followed me all the way to my quarters. Images of huge, scaly beasts with wings that spanned across rivers assaulted my mind. Sharp teeth wreathed in flames and slashing tails scything through the air. Dragons could burn towns to cinders in only an hour. They could feast on entire herds of cattle for lunch.

And they loved virgins.

I threw myself on my bed and clutched my pillow, trembling in fear. I could always quit the priesthood. But…what would there be for me. Mother would disown me. She had plans for me. I was to be a High Virgin one day. She had little use for another child back home. I was dedicated to the Virgin Goddess, useless to marry off for alliances. Even if I could stomach the possibility of being with a man, none would ever want to lie with me and risk Saphique’s wrath.

I had no choice. I had to go and hope this Angela was the best Knight Deute that had ever lived.

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Knight-Errant Angela

“You will succeed and win such glory for our order,” Lady Delilah purred as she stroked my face.

“Will I?” I whispered, my body trembling.

The Dragon Dominari. How many knights from the three orders had accepted the Quest to kill her? For three hundred years she had haunted the Despair Mountains. They said the land for fifty miles before the mountains was a burned, wasted land. What once had been prosperous farms and tidy villages was now a desolation where none dare tread for fear of the dragon’s rapacious hunger.

What chance did I have? Maybe I should retire from the Knights. I could return to my father’s estates and marry some baron’s son. I didn’t have to do this. I didn’t have to go and die for duty.

“You will succeed, Angela,” Lady Delilah whispered, her hand moving down my body, running through the sticky beads of pussy juices that anointed my flesh.

My every inhalation was filled with the mixed scent of hot pussy. My red hair was matted with their cream. The Goddess’s blessing tingled across my skin. Saphique was with me, but she was a Goddess of Maidens, not a Goddess that knew how to fight.

How good was her blessing?

“You will be magnificent,” Lady Delilah continued, her finger reaching my nipple. She stroked it. “The moment I saw you, gangly with youth and blushing the way only a maid of thirteen could, I knew you would have a spectacular destiny before you.”

I shuddered beneath the force of her words. “I do not feel equal to this task.”

“Why should you? You have never been tested. You have never been put into the fires and tempered. Until you face adversity, only then will you know what your strength is. Accept the quest and win your glory. Accomplish what none has in a thousand years. You are a Knight-Errant. You have embraced the possibility of death. Do not balk at the obstacle before you. Accept the challenge, rise to meet it, and discover your true strength.”

Lady Delilah’s green eyes swallowed me up. I was lost in their depths. Her words rang through my soul. They strengthened my spine. I was a Knight-Errant. This was what I had always wanted. I nodded my head. “Thank you, my Lady.”

Her smile grew and she planted a single kiss on my lips. It burned hot through me. I let it wash over me. I trembled as it whipped through me. I held onto the pleasure of this moment. I clung to her and treasured her kiss. Lady Delilah believed in me. I would accomplish this task.

I would vanquish the dragon.

Lady Delilah had a satisfied gleam in her eye as she nodded at me. “You are ready for this challenge.”

“I am,” I said. But my insides still roiled. I ignored my fear and stood there as Lady Delilah assisted me in donning my armor. When the last strap had been tightened and I was once again clad in steel, I strode out of the temple, Lady Delilah marching at my heel.

But I would need more than conviction. I would need a warrior’s blessing tonight to strengthen my flesh and harden my bones.

The acolytes and novices crowded the hallways as we marched out of the temple. Their youthful faces shone with awe and girlish delight. They clapped and cheered for me. I drank in their praise and adoration. It was my duty to protect all the humans of the shattered High Kingdom from the darkness that always sought to stain our lands. Though I was of the Kingdom of Secare, I would protect the Magery of Thosi and the Princedoms of Zeutch. I would defend the Kingdoms of Haz, Thlin, Valya, and Athlos.

I stepped out of the temple into the setting twilight, marching with my back straight. There would be no stopping me. I would slay this dragon. I had no idea how. It would take more than my simple sword.

Kevin smiled when I swept out of the temple. As a man, he could not enter Saphique’s domain. My lover’s handsome face heartened me. He pushed back his flowing, dark-brown locks off his shoulders and marched towards me in his full plate. Unlike my armor, his covered his entire body. Mine showed off my flesh, my upper thighs and hips, my flat stomach, and my impressive cleavage.

“Angela,” he grinned, inhaling boldy. “Don’t you smell delicious?”

“All those virgin pussies I was anointed with,” I grinned.

“What a pity they dedicated themselves to Saphique,” he lamented. His hazel eyes danced with excitement and a question hovered on his lips. “All their sweet delights denied half the world, though we would worship them with such fervor.”

“Yes, such a cruel jape has been played on your sex,” I laughed, my fear dwindling. I put my arm around Kevin’s waist, leaning against him. I took a deep breath. Kevin had been the pillar that had supported me through the worst of my training. “I have to kill the dragon Dominari.”

The color vanished from his cheeks. “What? Are you playing some cruel jape?”

“No,” I said. “That was the Quest drawn. I will have to find a way to defeat her.”

“Pater’s cock, but you’re dead.”

I flinched. This was not the support I was looking for. “I…I will defeat her. I will return to you.”

“You actually plan on accepting the Quest?”

“Of course I do,” I frowned. “I’m a Knight Deute. Like you. Why would I refuse?”

“Because you’ll die?” His voice was strangled, his face twisted. “Be reasonable, Angela.”

“I am? You did not flinch from your Quest.”

“It was to slay a fucking ogre, not a Las-damned dragon.”

“And would you have quit being a knight if you had drawn this Quest?” Fire burned in my voice. I broke away from him.

“No. But I’m…” He swallowed.

“Because you’re a man? And I’m just, what? A weak woman?”

“I didn’t mean that.”

“You implied it.” I grit my teeth.

“I love you. I don’t want to lose you, Angela.” He reached out and seized my hand. “I want you for my wife. Quit the knights and I will marry you this evening. You don’t have to risk your life ever. Not when I can protect you.”

He seized my hand and knelt. I ripped away from him. “Am I now a weak maid that needs your protection, Kevin? No! I am a Knight-Errant. I will do my duty. I will not be a coward and slink away into your arms.”

“Angela, you’ll die.”

“Then I’ll die doing my duty!” My voice was shrill. “I thought you understood, Kevin?”

“Please, Angela. I love you. I don’t want to lose you.”

“If you really loved me, then you would understand why I must do this.”

His face hardened. “Fine. Be a stubborn bitch. Go and die. Throw your life away on this foolishness.”

“Foolishness? Protecting the realms of men is foolishness?”

“Gods, you have really bought in to all that bullshit. We’re not noble knights. We’re not the guardians of the realms of men. We’re just warriors. The best warriors. That’s all. Nothing we do out in the field is noble or glorious. Trust me. When you get in a real fight and you spill your enemies guts upon the ground, you’ll realize how all the pretty words we speak are empty and meaningless. So don’t throw your life away for it.”

“How did you ever become a knight?” I spat before I turned and stalked off.

“Angela!” he called after me, but he did not follow. My fist clenched and tears burned my eyes.

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King Edward IV

“She accepted the quest,” a woman said.

I jumped as I sat upon my chair, almost knocking off the papers before me. Being king involved so much paperwork. It never seemed to end. There were always some new proposal from some pissant baron or self-important mayor, and each of my ministers seemed to have nothing better to do than write me the most tedious reports about the minutia of governing the realm.

Stepping through the open doors that led out to the balcony was Lady Delilah, looking ravishing in her armor. The moonlight streamed in behind her, and her red hair seemed to shimmer as it brushed her gleaming pauldrons.

“How do you do that?” I demanded. “It’s three stories up with no handholds.”

“If I told you my secrets, your Majesty, then I wouldn’t be intriguing,” she smiled.

My blood boiled. I so wanted this woman. But she always rejected my advances. My pregnant queen stirred on our bed, the sheets falling away to reveal her naked breasts and round stomach. The pair exchanged smiles.

It galled me that my queen had known Lady Delilah and I had not.

“So that dried-up cunt gave her the right quest?” I demanded.

“The High Virgin performed just as you bribed her.” Lady Delilah sat on my bed, her hand idly playing with my wife’s nipple. “I did have to speak with a great deal of persuasion to convince Angela to accept the quest. The poor thing was a quivering mess. The fear seemed to just bleed off of her. She has heard the stories. She understands this is a death sentence.”

I grinned. “Excellent.”

“Thank you,” my wife purred, rubbing her belly. My son grew in there. My heir. He would follow me on the throne. I wouldn’t let Angela kill me and usurp his heritage, even if that cunt was the heir to the High King and destined to restore his empire.

The High Kingdom would remain shattered.

“I live to serve the realm,” Lady Delilah purred. “Tomorrow, she will depart. It maybe sometime before she faces the dragon. I’m sure she will struggle hard to find a way to kill Dominari, but she will fail like they all have.”

“Good,” I nodded. “You are close to the girl?”

“She thinks we’re close.” Lady Delilah’s voice was pure sex purring around the room. I throbbed to take her.

I clenched my hand, fighting the desire to seize her. It had not gone well for me last time. I do not know why I let the woman bare steel against me and live. She was just…the Lady Delilah.

“You will need to keep tabs on her,” Lady Delilah said, producing a broach from a pouch. It was golden and studded with garnets. It flashed through the air as she tossed it to me. I snatched it, staring down at the brooch. “I will give her a matching broach. A token of my esteem.”

I stroked the garnets. “You’ve had a mage enchant it?”

“I have. It will let you keep informed of her progress.”

“Wise,” I said, inclining my head to Lady Delilah

A pleased smile crossed her lips before she rose. “I must depart.”

“Must you?” my wife moaned, seizing the knight’s hand.

“I have tasks to attend to, Queen Lavinia, else I would stay and enjoy the succulent bounty of your ripe flesh.”

My wife shuddered. “Then go and be about your tasks.”

“Your Majesty.” Lady Delilah kissed the back of my wife’s hand, and then turned to me, inclining her head. “Your Majesty, with your leave, I shall withdraw.”

I wanted to command her to stay and let me enjoy her body. My wife and I could share her, but those green eyes pinned me to my chair. I did not have the strength to rise and refuse her request.

“You may withdraw,” I managed to stay. Why did this one woman have so much power over me?

Lady Delilah walked out onto the balcony. I managed to stand, rushing after her. I wanted to learn her secret. The air whooshed and a breeze washed in. I reached the doors and peered out at the balcony. But she was gone. I rushed to the edge, peering down at the gardens below.

No sign of her remained.

“Come to bed, my husband,” purred my wife. “I can feel your frustration. Let me satiate you.”

I turned from the balcony. My wife writhed on the bed, her hands rubbing between her thighs. Her excitement brushed my nose, a tart musk. “You mean, you want me to satiate your frustrated desires, dear wife?”

“She left us both in need.”

My wife was a royal beauty, a Zeutchian princess. Her blonde hair spilled across the bed, her breasts large and round, brimming with fertile delights. It was often joked that princesses were the most important export of Zeutch. The nation was fractured into a loose alliance of princedoms. While each ruling prince had royal blood and proud lineages, they possessed little power. It was safe to take a bride from among their daughters without fear of hidden strings.

I pulled off my doublet, my cock straining my tight hose. My muscles rippled as I moved to my wife. She was such a radiant flower. Not the most beautiful woman in the palace, but she had a queenly bearing.

She rolled onto her hands and knees, presenting that gorgeous ass and the shaved lips of her pussy.

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Knight-Errant Angela

My anger only grew hotter with every step. I cursed beneath my breath at Kevin. How I had misunderstood his regard? I thought he understood me. He should have understood me. The Knights Deute had always accepted women as equals in their ranks in both skill and knowledge. So why did he think I was too weak to face this task?

How could I be with a man who thought so little of my abilities?

So many times I thought of marrying him, of the pair of us questing together as we performed our duties. But that’s not what he wanted. He wanted me to stay at home while he gallivanted about. That was not the life I wanted.

If I wanted to be a wife and mother, I would never have left home.

My armor clinked with every step. I stalked past the temples to the other gods. The grand temple to Slata, the impressive temple to Pater. The whores of Biaute lounged before their temple, displaying their perfect beauty. The temple of Firmare displayed the Goddess fruitful bounty, while Luben’s temple stood steadfast and eternal as a couple walked out, just married and beaming with their love. I stopped at Gewin’s temple. Strong walls reared above me, carved from austere, gray granite. It was almost a fortress. The warrior-priests stood guard, swords belted at their sides over robes of red.

I marched forward, my boots ringing on the steps. “Who approaches the Temple of the Knight’s Duty?” one of the priests challenged in a booming voice.

“Knight-Errant Angela,” I answered, stopping before them. “I seek the Blessing of Battle to strengthen me on my perilous quest.”

“And what Quest do you undertake, Knight-Errant?”

“I must slay the Dragon Dominari.” My insides knotted with fear. Was Kevin right? Was I throwing my life away over the foolish words of our order.

No. Lady Delilah was right. I had the strength to rise to this challenge. I would slay the dragon.
“Great peril awaits you,” the priest said. “The noble God Gewin will aide you, as he aides all warriors who seek the toughest foes. Enter. How many priests shall attend your blessing?”

I took a deep breath. I would need as many blessings as possible. “Nine.”

“A bold number, even for a woman,” the priest said. “But you will need such strength. Know that the ritual fails if you succumb before you have finished with all nine.”

“I will succeed,” I said, forcing down the wave of heat through me and the itch swelling in my pussy. I would have to be disciplined to achieve their blessing.”

The doors opened and I strode into the temple.

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Xerathalasia – Deorc Forest

I stood still as tall and willowy Quenyathalee painted my naked body with browns, greens, and blacks, forming a swirling pattern of camouflage. My other huntresses’s bodies were already painted, their quivers slung on their belts, their bows gripped in their hands. I had hunted with all of them many times, save for young Xiloniasa. She trembled, her body petite with her youth.

“It will be fine, Xiloniasa,” I told her as Quenyathalee painted the patterns across my round breasts.

The elf-maid nodded her head. “I will do my duty,” she said, her voice high with fear.

Fear was to be expected. A basilisk was a fearsome beast to hunt. Their gaze could petrify any who glimpsed the beast’s red eyes. And even if you avoid that fate, their bite was venomous, slowly consuming your flesh.

“Xerathalasia has never failed in her hunt,” Deliasonele praised. “She has never lost a hunter. So relax, Xiloniasa. When we return, every elf-maiden will burn to be your lover. They will throw themselves at you, each begging to be taken as your wife.”

Xiloniasa grinned. “Really?”

“Hunters get all the best pussy,” Relythionaia laughed, her green braid swinging back and forth as she tossed her head. “I remember how hot they were for me after my first hunt. I was in heat, my cock throbbing hard. They all begged for me to fuck their pussies and marry them, but I only enjoyed their asses. I wasn’t about to be tied down in marriage. Not when there were so many vixens throwing themselves at me.”

I shuddered and remembered how my blood hot pumped with lust after my first hunt. I had been a maid like Xiloniasa and drunk on the success. All the nubile elves were throwing themselves at me, but it was my future wife, Atharilesia, that had claimed me. She had taken me back to her bower and devoured my pussy over and over.

“You’re getting excited,” giggled Quenyathalee. “Pity we don’t have time to fool around.”

“A pity duty has to come first,” I rebuked as she finished with my body paint. I grabbed my belt woven of willow bark and strapped it about my waist, my quiver hanging off my right hip bristling with arrows I had personally made. I grabbed my bow and looked at my huntresses. “Another beast has wandered out of the dark. Let us remind the monsters why they do not walk through our forest.”

The elves all nodded, their pointed ears twitching. They were all eager for the hunt. Nothing was more thrilling. We slipped out of the hollow of the old willow tree and padded like ghosts through the trees of Khalesithan and out into what the humans called the Deorc Forest. To us elves, it was merely our home.

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Knight-Errant Angela

I followed the red-robed priest into the temple. It was austere, the stones of the walls, floors, and ceiling rough and undressed like a border fort. There were murder holes in the ceilings wherever hallways met, allowing defenders to pour boiling oil or burning pitch down on invaders.

Other priests and priestesses passed, each dressed in their red robes. The ones with knives were their novices, just learning all the techniques of battle. The priests wore short swords, and the master of this temple would wield a long sword. I fought my desires. I would need to master them.

I had to fuck nine men without cumming. It would be a chore. But I if I could, I would win Gewin’s blessing. Nine priests would give me the strength and fortitude to meet this quest. It would be a start.

I was led to an austere cell, the floor hard stone. No furnishings adorned it. “Undress and await,” the priest said. “We shall find you our most fit warriors for you to test your discipline against.”

I nodded and began to strip off my armor. Sexual energy was a potent force, and priests could work powerful rituals with it. Even the mages of Thosi used sexual fluids to power the elemental magics they could wrought.

Naked, I knelt and waited. I ignored the discomfort of the stone beneath my legs and the growing itch in my pussy. I had been with two men before. I couldn’t help but be excited at the prospect of nine strapping, powerful men ravishing my body at once.

And I couldn’t cum. I needed to keep my discipline. I was a Knight.

The minutes seemed to tick by. I counted my heartbeats to keep track of the time. A bead of sweat trickled between my breasts. I fought the urge to wipe the ticklish drop away. I needed my discipline. I needed to ignore the needs of my body.

The door opened. A powerful man entered, his muscular body filling out his red robe. He had a fierce beard of black, a longsword dangling from his waist. He was the master of this temple. His arms were folded before him, adorned with scars. He was a hard man, a veteran of many battles. Behind him, eight other priests entered, each strapping and muscular. Their arms were thick and scars adorned their flesh.

My pussy clenched at the sight of them as they disrobed. Their cocks were hard and their muscles gleamed with oil. Their skin ranged from pale Secaran to dusky Hazian. I licked my lips, juices trickling out of my sex.

“A powerful warrior kneels before me,” the master declared as he too disrobed, his cock jutting hard before him. “She seeks to test herself against nine. Pride and desperation beat in her breast. The hunger for victory drives her. She beats with Gewin’s own heart! Let our God savor her prowess. Let him bless her discipline!”

The master seized my red hair and slammed his cock hard into my mouth. His balls slapped at my chin. I groaned, sucking hard. He took me, dominating me. It was so intoxicating. My tongue swirled around his cock. He tasted of salt and masculine musk. I inhaled his scent. I shuddered; his cock slammed deeper and deeper into my mouth.

Other hands seized my hips, lifting me up. I groaned as another hard cock prodded my thighs. My pussy clenched as he grew nearer and nearer. I was so hot and wet. How could I resist cumming? I was already eager to erupt. Why didn’t I masturbate while I waited?

How could I have been so stupid?

A cock slammed into my pussy. I groaned around the master’s dick. The shaft in my sheath was thick, spreading me open. Pleasure shuddered through me. I bucked my hips into his thrusts as I struggled to maintain my discipline. I clenched and relaxed my pussy. I needed to make him cum as fast as possible before I succumbed.

“What a woman!” growled the man fucking my pussy. “Work that cunt! You are so wet! She will never make it! She’s a whore!”

The master chuckled. “The way she sucks my cock. She’s eager for my cum. Mmm, that’s it. You’re just a slut, not a warrior.”

Anger burned in me. They were like Kevin. I would show them.

My hands found the Master’s balls. I massaged them. I wanted his cum fast. His hands tightened in my hair. He fucked me harder, his balls slamming against my chin as his cock buried down my throat with every thrust.

I wouldn’t cum. I would beat these men.

“That’s it, slut! Work that pussy! Oh, damn! What a hot sheath! I don’t think she’s a fighter. I think she’s a fucker. She should be one of Slata or Biaute’s whores, spreading her leg for every man that wants her. Damn, she’s boiling.”

My pussy tightened. I wanted to cum so badly. But I wouldn’t. I sucked at the Master’s cock and massaged the dick in my pussy. I clamped my sheath down hard, twirling my hips. The dick fucking my pussy slammed deeper and deeper into me.

“Fuck! What a whore!” The priest fucking my cunt’s hands tightened on my hips.

“Do not let her win!” groaned the Master. “Make the whore cum!”

“Damn it!” The cock in my pussy erupted. That wonderful flood of hot cum poured into me. My pussy rejoiced. I groaned, fighting against my rising orgasm. The pleasure burned through me. My flesh begged for its release.

But I was stronger.

“I failed, my brothers,” the man groaned, his cock pulling out of my cunt. His cum dripped out of me, trickling down my thighs.

I could do this.

I massaged harder at the Master’s balls. I wanted his cum pumping down my throat. I wanted to devour every drop of his cum. His cock swelled and throbbed in my mouth. His thrusts grew harder, his balls slapping hard into my chin. I felt like such a whore. It was such a turn on despite how degrading it was.

“Drink my cum, whore!” the Master groaned as his cock erupted salty jizz into my mouth. I groaned, swirling it through my lips and drinking it all down. Another rush of pleasure washed through my body, ending at my pussy.

Let me cum, my hot cunt begged.

“No,” I groaned.

“Take the whore! Ravish her!” commanded the Master. “Make her explode with pleasure!”

“You’ll be the only one exploding,” I laughed. “Come on! Fuck me! Dump your cum in my body! But I won’t orgasm. You’re cocks aren’t good enough for me!”

The Master grinned at me through his bushy, black beard. “What a woman!”

Two more men grabbed me, one with dusky skin and a bald head. He pulled me down on to his body, my tits rubbing across his chiseled chest. “Come ride me, whore! Show me how you work those gorgeous hips.” He smacked my ass, the sting shooting to my pussy.

“I’ll give you a ride you’ll never forget.”

“Gewin’s cock, but you’re a feisty bitch!” he chuckled as I straddled him. “Come on. Ride me! Let me feel that tight cunny cum on my cock.”

I laughed. “This little thing?” I wiggled his cock as I guided it to my pussy. “I’m not sure I’ll even feel it.”

“Oh, you’ll feel it.” He seized my hips and pulled me down on his cock.

I groaned as he filled me up. I leaned back, my breasts bouncing as I savored his cock. The other man pressed up behind me, his dick rubbing on the soft pillows of my ass. He felt wet, lubed with oil. My asscheeks clenched.

“Stick it in,” I hissed at him over my shoulder. “I’ll make you both cum without breaking a sweat!”

The second man wrapped his arms around my body, gripping both my large breasts. My nipples ached as he pinched them while his cock nudged between my butt-cheeks, only grazing my sphincter and sending shuttering thrills through me.

“You can’t even find my hole,” I laughed. I reached behind me and grasped him, guiding him to my hole. “It’s right there.”

“Thanks, whore!” he groaned as he buried into me, pushing me down onto the dusky-skinned man’s cock. I groaned as my ass clenched down on their hard shafts. They throbbed between my cheeks. I shuddered in delight, milking him.

The other priests jerked their cocks hard. Cum spurted, splashing on my naked tits or on my face. But I hadn’t touched their shafts. I hadn’t pleased them with my body. I saw the looks in their eyes. They wanted to last longer. They were getting their excitement out of the way. Their hot cum dribbled down my body as I writhed between the two men.

“Look at the whore! She loves it!” laughed a young priest with blond hair and a gorgeous smile.

I rubbed at my naked tits, smearing the cum into my flesh. “Give me more, boys. I want a challenge. I want Gewin to see how disciplined I am!”

“She’s a cum slut!” grunted a hairy man with rust-red hair. His cock was thick and throbbing. He jerked it fast just inches from my face. I tried to lean forward and capture his tip as it throbbed purple. If I could reach him and finish him with my mouth, he’d be vanquished.

He stepped back. “Cunning slut!” he groaned and then his cock erupted. Hot jizz burned across my face. I opened my mouth, swallowing the salty treat. My pussy convulsed. I moaned, my body giving into the the lust.

The man fucking my ass sped up. “She’s getting close to cumming. Our sticks are vanquishing her slutty body!”

I was slammed down harder and harder on the dusky man’s cock. I straightened up, trying to keep my clit from brushing his pubic bone. I groaned, more cum spurting onto my body. I was dripping with the salty seed. I rubbed it into my skin as I fought my orgasm.

“I think she needs a little help!” grinned the dusky-skinned priest.

“Oh, you bastard!” I gasped as he rubbed at my clit. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

I pumped my hips, straining against my pleasure. My body ached. My nipples throbbed. My poor clit cried out for relief. He kept rubbing the bud. The sensations shot through me. No. I would not surrender. I was a knight. I would keep my discipline.

“You will cum first!” I growled, working my hips harder. Both cocks buried into me. I shuddered, gripping them with my ass and pussy. I shifted and writhed. I fucked both men with all the passion I could muster. “I will vanquish your throbbing shafts. You can’t resist the delights of my holes.”

The dusky-skinned priest clenched his jaw. My own pleasure began to recede as he fought against his. I moaned. I wanted this more. I would beat him. I slammed down on his cock, swallowing it to the hilt in my pussy.

“You’re cock’s amazing!” I growled. “My pussy loves it. You have the best cock in the room.”

“You saucy siren!” he gasped and then his cock erupted into my pussy.

I savored the hot cum. I clenched down my ass, humping back into the shaft fucking my bowels. “You’re next,” I winked at him. “I know you just want to unload into the velvety depths of my asshole. Just let yourself go.”

“Fuck!” he snarled. “You’re ass is delicious. Dammit! She’s won!”

His cum spurted into my asshole. I gasped in delight. And then I clenched my teeth. My orgasm had almost rolled over me. I couldn’t weaken. I had to be strong. I had five more cocks to vanquish. They had all jerked themselves to orgasm, their cum dripping from my body. They would be even harder to satisfy.

I was up for the challenge.

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Acolyte Sophia

Somehow, I had managed to fall asleep. I didn’t know how it happened. I was lying in my bed, petrified with fear while images of dragons danced in my head. I knew I had to sleep, but I just couldn’t find it. Tomorrow morning, I would ride to my death. I just knew it. I was doomed. I had sworn to the Goddess Saphique. I had no choice but to go.

And then I had fallen into sleep. I wasn’t haunted by nightmares of fire-breathing dragons roasting me like a chestnut. I didn’t dream of the armored beasts landing before me and ripping into my flesh with a teeth-filled maw.

I dreamed I was on an island, sapphire water washing onto the white sands. Women frolicked naked around me. Some were making love while others made sport, splashing in the sparkling waves that gently lapped at the shore.

“The Isle of Women,” I whispered. The Paradise that resided in the Astral Plane where the Virgin Goddess dwelt, a sanctuary where no man could ever tread.

“Yes,” a beautiful woman whispered, shining with pink light.

Saphique.

I shuddered as I gazed at my Goddess. She was petite and comely, a shy maid blushing with her virginity. Her love washed over her and she pulled me to her small breast. My lips engulfed her nipple. I suckled as she caressed my light-brown locks, her creamy milk flooding my mouth.

She tasted divine. Her breast milk was ambrosia. My toes curled as an orgasm rippled through my body. I nursed and suckled. I swallowed every drop I could. She was delicious. I never wanted to stop nursing from my Goddess’s breast.

“Do not be afraid, my little acolyte,” she purred. “A great wrong has been committed, so I shall aid you.”

What wrong? But I couldn’t pull my lips away from her nipple to ask.

“I grant you my milk. Let your breasts produce my bounty and let it aid you on your perilous quest.”

My nipples burned with heat. Another orgasm rippled through my body, washing through my mind with such bliss.

“You must be strong for Angela. A great destiny is laid before her.”

Her breast ran dry. I lifted my lips and stared into her dazzling eyes. “But…how do we defeat the dragon? They are such dangerous beasts.”

“I know not.” Her smile was soft and sad. “But where do all travel whom seek knowledge to important questions?”

“I don’t know.”

…Sophia… a distant voice called. My body shook.

“Our time is over. Know that you are in my thoughts, my little acolyte.” The Goddess’s lips met mine. I shuddered in delight.

…Sophia, wake up…

The new voice drew me from my Goddess. I fought, holding on to my Goddess’s slim neck. But my grip wasn’t strong enough. My eyes snapped open and I gazed into Rebecca’s eyes. My fellow acolyte shook her head. “Come on, Sophia. It’s time for you to go.”

“Right,” I muttered. “But…where do all journey whom seek knowledge to important questions?”

Rebbecca cocked her head. “What are you talking about?”

“Something important,” I said as I stood up.

“Well, get dressed.” Rebbecca opened up my chest of drawers and pulled out my travel vestments. They were a simple, white gown that covered most of my flesh. It was the opposite of temple garb, but the outside world had weather and cold. And men. They did not deserve to see my flesh. There was a tan riding cloak that went over a simple, white robe made of wool.

I dressed as I pondered the Goddess’s words. “There are stories about people who search for the answers to important questions, right?”

“Yeah,” Rebbecca nodded.

“Where do they go?”

“Libraries,” she shrugged.

“In the stories?” I asked. “Don’t they go to dangerous places. Remote places where spirits or oracles wait.”

“Like the oracle the king visits?” Rebbecca asked. “Only our king is allowed to see the Oracle of Sekar.”

“There are other oracles,” I pointed out. “We learned about them in all those boring novitiate classes. There’s the Oracle of the Sands in the Halani Desert.”

“That’s so far away.”

“Um, the Oracle of Whispers.” I shuddered at that one.

“Who’d want to visit the Dead Isle?” Rebecca’s face blanched. “Oh, there’s the Lesbius Oracle. She only sees women and she’s in the Deorc Forest.”

My eyes widened. “That’s exactly the oracle our Goddess would choose.”

“But the elves?” Rebbecca blanched. “They’ll fill you full of arrows for violating their woods.”
“Oh, those are just tales. Elves are…” I frowned. “Well, I’ll have a knight.” And my milk. Only full priestesses were given this honor. Having breast milk meant I could channel Saphique’s divine magic.

Rebbecca pushed a satchel into my arms. “Here. The supplies are already packed on your saddlebags, but this satchel has three Potions of Healing, an Ampoule of Holy Milk, and a dagger anointed with the High Virgin’s purity. It’ll glow if there’s danger around.”

I reached in and pulled out the dagger in its sheathe. It was almost as long as my forearm. I shivered, then hung it from my belt. I almost felt like a heroine in a story being set out with magic items.

Well, I was heading out on a quest. “Okay, let’s go,” I said, still trembling. But the Goddess was with me. I could face this fate.

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Knight-Errant Angela

The cock came in my pussy.

“Let Gewin’s blessing fall on this mighty warrior!” proclaimed the master.

Red light blazed around me. I shuddered in delight. I had taken on all nine cocks without cumming. I had fucked for hours and hours. The energy poured into me, washing away my exhaustion as it seeped into every muscle and bone, strengthening me.

“The Warrior God shall walk with you,” proclaimed the master. “He shall guide your swings and parries. You shall vanquish your enemies and bring glory to your order, Knight-Errant Angela.”

I rose, standing proud. “I shall fearlessly go and face the dreaded dragon. With the mighty Gewin’s aid, I shall smite her and bring back her head as proof.”

The warrior-priests all roared around me. All their degrading words had been lies. They didn’t think I was a whore or a slut, but a warrior. They merely tried to weaken my resolve with their filthy talk. But I had maintained my disciplined. I had vanquished them without cumming. I donned my armor and belted on my sword. I marched out of the temple with pride.

At the gates of the chapterhouse of my order, Lady Delilah awaited holding the reins of my charger—a tall, ebony horse stallion named Midnight. He snorted when he saw me, biting at his bit. Metal barding clad him. He was a warhorse. As fierce as any who had lived.

“I have a small token of my esteem,” Lady Delilah purred, holding up a garnet-encrusted broach. “I wish you to wear it into battle.”

I blushed. “I would be honored.” I took the broach from her hands and draped it over my neck so it dangled between my breasts. “Thank you, my Lady.”

Lady Delilah nodded her head. “Your saddlebags are packed with all you need.”

I nodded and then looked around. Part me hoped Kevin appeared to apologize. My heart beat fast, but my lover did not have the courage to face me. I didn’t cry as I mounted my saddle. The acolyte Sophia rode up on a white mare. She sat side-saddle with grace. She had noble blood, holding her reins with delicate hands.

“Knight,” she nodded when she reigned up.

I took a deep breath. The sun was lightning the horizon. “Are you ready?”

“Not really.” A faint, half-hearted smile crossed Sophia’s face and her emerald eyes fell. Then she straighted. “But we must depart.”
“Yes.”

“Angela, do you have any idea of how to kill the dragon?”

“None,” I answered. She would be my companion on this journey. She deserved to know.

“Then our first stop should be the Lesbius Oracle for guidance,” she declared and flicked her reins. Her mount walked with stately grace. “Let’s go, Lady Knight.”

I heeled Midnight and caught up to her, my armor rattling. An oracle sounded like the perfect start. Even if it was in the Deorc Forest. We would just have to find a way to avoid or deal with the elves.

Compared to slaying a dragon, that had to be easy.

To be continued…

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