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Carmelita is pushed more and more to admit who she turly is: her little sister’s sex slave.

Dominating My Older Sister
(An Incestuous Harem Story)
Chapter Four: Sister-Slave’s Domination
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Carmelita Campo

The vibrator died in my pussy. I shuddered, moaned, the rapture still rippling through me. My every breath was full of the scent of piss. That acrid reek. So much pee. It covered every bit of my body, soaked my hair, drenched my pussy. I tasted it in my mouth, felt it in my stomach. I hated how hard I had cum as Clint and his degenerate harem had urinated on me.

And I hated that huge smirk on my Mi…little sister’s face as she stared down at me, naked, her eighteen-year-old, golden-brown body petite, her breasts budding. And her pussy… So tight, covered by a fine down of dark hair. Wet with piss and pussy juices.

I licked my lips. Then flinched, tasting more piss.

“That is what you get for being a meanie bully!” Alicia huffed, glaring down at me with righteous anger, her eyes hard behind her glasses, her schoolgirl pigtails swaying about her face. She was nineteen, my age, but looked like a little girl, no tits, her pussy shaved bald. She was a freak. They all were.

I had every right to pick on the bitch.

“Apologize for picking on Alicia,” my little sister said, glaring at me. “Or we’ll piss on you all day. We have lots of iced tea and soda in the house. It’ll be a never-ending stream of women and Clint coating your body.”

I flinched, suddenly so eager to obey, to please my Mi…little sister. “I’m so sorry for being such a cunt to you, Alicia.” I looked up at her. “I didn’t have any right to insult you and call you names.”

“Thank you,” Alicia said brightly.

“Good job, my sister-slave,” Juana beamed at me, staring down.

Clint, his arms folded across his brawny chest, nodded his head in approval, his cock hard before him, piss dribbling from the tip. I shuddered, hating him being here the most. Out of all the people around me, Clint’s huge harem of sisters and mothers, he was the one that made me feel the most humiliated.

But I wasn’t gay. I liked guys. Just not guys like the brawny faggot before me.

Strangely, there was no mention of me picking on Lee. The nineteen-year-old stood beside her half-sister, her black hair cut short. She was developing nice, round breasts, her hands rubbing her pregnant belly. She wasn’t showing, yet, but it couldn’t be much longer. Why hadn’t they insisted I apologize for all the mean things I said to her after last year? I had been merciless after she shaved her pussy and then masturbated in the locker room.

“You came hard,” Professor Samuels, my former history teacher, said. She taught at my college and was Lee and Melody’s mother. And Clint’s whore. She knelt down beside me, heedless of the piss puddling around me. “You are such a humiliation slut. You’re body got off on it.”

I flushed. I did. And that made me feel like such a whore.

I squirmed, not wanting to admit it to them. My wrists and ankles throbbed. Ropes bound my hands to my legs, forcing all four of my limbs to stick up in the air above me. I had been trussed up like this since last night, forced to sleep on my side on the living room floor.

Clint grabbed a knife from the counter. Sudden fear shot through me. What was he doing with the knife? He grabbed my legs. I squirmed, trying to break away, but my muscles were all knotted. I whimpered.

“The ropes are soaked with pee,” he said, the knife sawing at my bonds. “We’ll never get them off. And they’re growing too tight. Don’t want you to lose circulation.”

I blinked at that as he cut through the ropes. Suddenly, my limbs were free, falling to the puddles of piss spread out across the floor. I flexed my fingers, numbing tingles racing through them as he rose. “Thanks.”

“We’re not here to harm you, just humiliate you and get you to understand your place,” he said, his words so strong. He was teaching my older sister how to be like him, dominate. He had his women, even the ones he loved, jumping when he snapped his fingers.

“Lee,” Juana barked, “help my slutty, dyke-whore sister to the bathroom and clean her off. She’s filthy.”

“Yes, she is,” my former friend chortled. “Come on, pee-slut, let’s get you cleaned off. Ooh, the entire family pissed on you. You lucky girl.”

“You’re fucked up,” I muttered as she seized my pee-soaked arm and helped me stand.

“I am,” she grinned. “And so are you. The sooner you admit that, the happier you’ll be.”

I was not gay. I was not a humiliation slut. The vibrator made me cum. Not the piss. I didn’t get off on being degraded. Only a freak like Lee, a fucking slut-whore, would.

Walking was…different. My legs were numb after spending the night bound. My muscles weak. I groaned, clutching to Lee, pressing my pee-soaked body against hers. She didn’t mind one bit. She just gave me a toothy grin as she led me out of the kitchen. Plastic had been spread across the floor on the path between here and the bathroom, protecting the carpet from the piss dripping off of me.

“Clint?” I asked, nodding at the plastic.

“He’s like our father,” Lee said, “always knows how to do things, you know. Fix things. Thinks ahead.”

Behind me, I could hear him barking orders for the kitchen to be cleaned. “I thought they’d make me clean it up.”

“Oh, they would have,” Lee said, “but our mothers would never stand the kitchen being so filthy for so long. And, frankly, you’re in no condition to after a night spent in bondage. Juana doesn’t want you hurt.”

“She just wants me on my knees licking her pussy,” I muttered. “Like I’m a lesbiana puta!”

“Lesbiana?” Lee said. “I like how hot lesbian sounds in Spanish.”

I flushed, shifting.

“When are you going to admit you’re gay, Carmelita?” she asked as she helped me climb into the downstairs shower. It was tiny, tight with both of us in there.

I leaned against the wall as she turned on the water. I gasped, the cold falling on me, and shrieked, “Why does everyone think I’m gay?”

“Oh, the way you love eating pussy and hate Clint fucking you.” She shook her head. “If you were straight, you’d have the hots for Clint. He is a hunk.”

“I like pretty boys,” I muttered.

“Girly boys,” Lee giggled. “Effeminate guys that look so cute, like a girl?”

My cheeks warmed. I shook my head. “I begged for Clint to breed me! Would a lesbiana do that?”

Lee patted my stomach. “And we’re all hoping he did. You’ll make a good mommy-slave for Juana. She’ll love suckling from your tits and will enjoy your breast milk.”

I ducked my hair beneath the spray, letting it wash out the piss. I snagged shampoo, lathering my hands, and attacking my locks with such aggression. Lee’s hands caressed my body at the same moment, washing me with a bar of white soap that smelled fresh.

I closed my eyes, savoring the heat washing over me, her hands so delicate. I had fantasized so many times about making Lee eat my pussy. Ever since she shaved herself and masturbated before our PE class last year. And now she was touching me, caressing me.

A heat grew in my pussy as she lathered my round breasts. My nipples tingled beneath her touch. Her body pressed into my back, her nipples hard. Her shaved pussy rubbed on my ass as she wiggled her hips.

I let out a soft moan. Warm water and caressing hands. I closed my eyes, trying to forget about this weekend. About being my Mi…sister’s sex slave. I took deep breaths, my fingers twitching as I braced them against the walls. Lee’s hands went farther and farther south down my belly.

Washing towards my pussy.

I whimpered again, her fingers brushing my landing strip leading down to my cunt. My clit throbbed, my nipples ached. My hips wiggled, rubbing my ass back into her hot flesh. Lower and lower her fingers washed, crossing my pudenda.

And then she was touching my clit.

“Yes,” I sighed, savoring the feel of her delicate finger caressing my clit.

“Like that?” she asked, massaging my bud in small circles.

“Mmm,” I moaned.

“So you like a girl touching your clit?” she asked, a mischievous tone to her words. “Naughty dyke.”

“I’m not gay!” I insisted. My father’s words rang through my ears: Faggots and dykes are all degenerates, Carmelita. They’re disgraces to their parents. They weren’t raised right. That’s why they fall for such degeneracy. You’d never disgrace me, right, my little mermaid?

I never would. I wasn’t a degenerate.

“Why do you resist so much?” Lee asked, her fingers sliding past my clit. I gasped as she penetrated two into my pussy. I was so hot and juicy inside, her fingers pumping in and out. “Why do you pretend you’re not gay when your pussy is on fire?”

“You’re touching my clit and fingering my twat! Any girl would be wet,” I protested.

She yanked her fingers out of my pussy and then backed away. She smacked my ass hard, sending pain rippling through me. I was still bruised from being flogged and spanked last night. I shuddered, my pussy clenching, such heat in me.

“On your knees, slave, and lick my pussy,” Lee snapped, her voice sounding so strangely powerful.

“What?” I blinked.

“You heard me, lesbiana puta!”

CRACK!

“On your knees! I’m in charge of you right now! Your Mistress handed you over to me! Now kneel!”

I fell to my knees before I could even think, the shower raining down on the top of my head. Water poured down my face. Then she seized my hair, yanked my head around, forcing me to turn on my knees. The rough texture of the shower floor rubbed on my legs as I turned.

And came face to face with Lee’s pussy.

She seized my hair, pulling my face into her snatch. She was wet, tasting tangy. Her hot flesh rubbed on my lips as my tongue slid out through her flesh, no hesitation. I had to please her. I was my Mi…little sister’s sex slave. Lee was right. Juana had given me to Lee so I had to…

What was wrong with me?

But I didn’t stop licking. Not once I had my tongue buried in her yummy pussy. Her tart juices covered my lips. The shower water fell on my back, massaging me. Streams of water ran down to my breasts, brushing my hard nipples as I feasted.

“Mmm, yes,” groaned Lee. “How can you claim you’re not gay when you love pussy like that? You don’t just eat it, you devour it. No hesitation. No revulsion. You just love the flavor of my cunt, don’t you?”

I flinched. I did. “I’m tired. I’m confused.” I took another lick of her tart juices, making her shudder. “You’ve all made me eat so much pussy, it’s starting to taste normal.”

“Liar,” Lee chortled, seizing my wet hair and holding me in place. She ground her pussy on my lips, her hips wiggling. “You just love eating pussy. Mmm, yes, you do. You’re a naughty cunt-muncher. A muff-diver. And you’re sooooo good. Oh, yes, dive that tongue into my depths. Just snorkel away in my snatch.”

I did, sliding my tongue as deep into her cunt as I could. I wiggled it around, swirling it, bathing the walls of her pussy. And savored the tangy juices pouring into my lips. I shuddered, my hips wiggling, such naughty flavors pouring into my mouth.

Her round breasts jiggled above me as I feasted on her pregnant pussy. A child grew in her womb, planted there by Clint. Suddenly, this was so humiliating. I was eating out one of Clint’s cunts. This pussy wasn’t pure. Clint’s cock had fucked it.

Shame squirmed through my pussy. I might be bred, too.

I ate hard, faster. My tongue flew through her folds. My nose brushed her clit. Then I was sucking on her bud, making her gasp and moan. Her body quivered, her face twisting with pleasure. She ground her cunt on my lips.

“Yes, yes, yes, such a good pussy licker. Oh, yes, you’re such a good lesbian. Oh, feast on me, Carmelita!”

Her words echoed through the bathroom.

“Make me cum on your face! I’m going to drown you in pussy juices!”

I shuddered, my own cunt on fire. I shoved my right hand between my thighs, frigging myself. My clit throbbed beneath my fingers. I shuddered, delight rippling through my snatch. I moaned into her cunt, my fingers dancing over my clit.

I wanted to cum so badly. I was so turned on.

I moaned as I sucked on her clit. I nibbled on it, making her buck and moan. Her short, black hair danced about her face twisting with rapture. She bucked hard, smearing her hot pussy across my hungry mouth.

“You lezzie slut!” she howled.

Tangy juices flooded my mouth. I made her cum. I gave her pleasure. I pleased her.

My fingers frigged my clit harder, faster. My cunt clenched as I drank down Lee’s pussy cream. I groaned, feeling the warm juices wash down my chin to my neck. I shuddered, the shower hammering my back, my fingers dancing on my clit.

My orgasms building and building.

“Oh, fuck, you are such a lezzie whore!” groaned Lee, her body bucking. “Yes, yes, yes, you know how to make a woman cum!”

My clit throbbed beneath my fingers. The pressure swelled in me. I moaned into her cunt, so close to exploding.

And then she let go of my hair and stepped back. I stared up at her, panting, whining with aching need, my pussy clenching. Her hand shot down, seizing my right arm, and ripped my fingers from my pussy. She grinned at me.

“Slaves only get to cum when their Master or Mistress permits,” she told me. “Did Juana tell you to cum in the shower?”

“No,” I blinked. “But Clint didn’t tell you you could cum.”

“Sure he did,” she laughed, turning off the shower. Then she licked my finger, tasting my juices. “Mmm, you were wet. Eating my pussy so turned you on.”

“No,” I protested, my cheeks burning with even more shame. I couldn’t be a lesbian. They had screwed me up. “You touched me. That’s all.”

“Riiiiight,” Lee said, stepping out of the shower. “You’ve only been thinking about eating my pussy for a year. Ever since you watched me shave.”

I flushed, tears beading my eyes. I…had been thinking about her. Not me eating her pussy, except in dark moments while masturbating, but her eating mine. So what was wrong with me now? Why was I…so turned on? I wanted to cum eating her pussy. I…enjoyed it. Father would be so disappointed in me. I was eating pussy. I…masturbated. I didn’t want to be gay. This was all a trick. They were all fucking with my head. My Mistr…little sister, Clint, his sluts. They were trying to trick me.

I would not disappoint my father!

“Come on, breakfast should be ready,” Lee said, throwing a towel at me. “Let’s move, lezzie-slut!”

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Juana Campo

“There’s my little bitch,” I grinned when Carmelita, her hair still damp, followed Lee out of the bathroom. The air smelled so fresh, the piss quickly cleaned up, bacon and eggs now frying. But I was having a breakfast of sliced fruit.

And so was my sister.

My pussy was stuffed so full.

“Mistress,” Carmelita said, her body stiff, her eyes red. Had she been crying?

Good.

“I bet you’re hungry,” I said, twisting in my seat. Juices trickled out of me, soaking into the mat I sat on. Naked girls had to sit on mats to keep from ruining the chairs with their juices. They were washed, so Clint claimed, every day.

“I am, Mistress,” she said, glancing to the kitchen. Clint and his harem were in there, crowding around the island, laughing, joking, so comfortable with each other. Lee joined them, goosing Alicia’s ass which caused Clint and Melody both to smack her rear hard.

How she beamed at that.

“Well, bitches eat from bowls on their hands and knees,” I commanded my older sister. “So get down on them.”

She obeyed. No objection, no fighting. There was such an alacrity to it. She was being conditioned to obey. She was tired and clearly horny. Lee had done her task well this morning. Clint’s plan was going perfectly.

When he woke me up early this morning to tell me about it, I became so wet. It had been so hot to piss in Carmelita’s mouth. I’d make her do that every morning. Drink my piss before licking me to a screaming orgasm.

“Now come here and eat from your bowl,” I said, pushing my chair out from the table, the legs squeaking on the hardwood floors in here.

“Bowl?” she asked, looking confused, not seeing one.

I spread my legs. My pussy bulged with pieces of fruit. Peaches, orange slices, bananas, and little blueberries. One fell out, rolling onto the pink mat, covered in my juices. “Your bowl’s right here. I have all your favorite fruits in here.”

“Yes, Mistress,” she said as she crawled towards me. Her stomach rumbled loud enough for me to hear it.

“Oh, someone’s hungry for pussy this morning,” I giggled. “My big sis just craves my cunt, right?”

She flinched then muttered, “Yes, Mistress.”

I closed my legs as she reached me. “Try to sound enthusiastic. I am letting you eat your breakfast out of my pussy. You should be thankful. Not acting like a pouting bitch.”

“Sorry, Mistress.” She took a deep breath, forcing a smile on her lips. “I am so hungry to eat your pussy this morning.”

I could see it in her eyes. She meant it. And there was something like…relief. Like by forcing her to say it, she could pretend she really wasn’t a lesbian. Just forced to follow my orders. And that irked me. I wanted her to admit that she was gay like me. To embrace this instead of fighting it.

Damn. What more did I have to do?

And then I groaned as she pushed her face between my thighs. I shuddered as her lips nuzzled into my pussy. Her teeth pulled out a piece of fruit from my over-stuffed pussy. I smiled, loving her jaw chewing, eating the fruit covered in my tangy musk.

“Oh, yes, just enjoy the fruit coated in my cream. Peaches and cream, your favorite.”

“Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress,” she said before nuzzling in and snagging another piece of fruit.

Her curving ass wiggled back and forth. Bruises were blossoming across it, blotches of purple fading to browns and yellows. It added splashes of character to her heart-shaped rump. I loved the squirming.

Her pussy was on fire. She enjoyed this.

Her tongue probed into my pussy, pulling out a little blueberry. She ate it, moaning her enjoyment before diving in to get more and more. I twitched and shuddered, my pussy absorbing the pleasure of her tongue reaching in, the feel of fruit sliding out of my snatch.

But the ripples of delight came from the sheer fact my big sis was eating the fruit out of my pussy. That she was devouring my cunt and obeying me. It was so naughty. I wanted to feed her pussy-flavored fruit like this every day.

“Oh, yes, get out every piece of fruit,” I groaned, my pussy clenching, trying to force out the pieces of fruit deeper in me. “Just such a cunt-hungry slut. God, I love my sister-slave.”

Carmelita shuddered, her hands squeezing my thighs as she feasted. Her tongue kept reaching in, swirling, finding more and more of the fruit in me. She pulled out slices of bananas, blueberries, juicy oranges, and peaches. She pressed her face into my cunt, eating so hard.

Her nose rubbed my clit as she ate. Pleasure rippled through me. I groaned and gasped, my juices flowing, staining her lips. I loved the sounds of her chewing, eating the pussy-infused fruit. My breasts jiggled, my nipples aching.

And then she thrust her fingers into my pussy, probing in for the deepest pieces of fruit. I gasped, being fingered by her. Delight rippled through me. I groaned, my eyes opening so wide as she played with my snatch.

And pulled out the fruit from my depths.

She popped a piece of peach into her mouth, chewing, lips smeared with my cream. I groaned, loving what she was doing. She jammed her fingers back in, snagging an orange slice coated in my juices.

And ate it.

“Yes, yes, keep feasting,” I moaned as she buried her face back into my pussy, wiggling her tongue in, hooking a blueberry into her hungry mouth.

My pleasure mounted, swelled. This was so hot. I had her obedience. Now I just had to get her to admit she loved this. That she was a lesbian. Then my older sister would truly be my dyke-slave. I groaned, my pussy clenching so hard, pushing out the last piece of fruit into her mouth.

She snagged it, pulling it out of my cunt, her fingers rubbing at my clit. Massaging my bud. I gasped, bucking, and then my orgasm burst through me. My head threw back. I squirmed, my pussy spasming.

She drank down the wash of tangy juices flooding out of my cunt. She moaned, slurping down my cream. The rapture shot through me. This was so hot. I groaned, my thighs tightening about her head as my orgasm shot so hard through me.

“Yes, yes, yes, you’re such a good pussy-eater. Oh, Carmelita, my sexy sister-slave, you are the best! Such a great muff-diver. You ate all your breakfast.”

“Yes, she did,” Clint applauded.

I opened my eyes, blinking, seeing him watching, his mother kneeling before him and sucking on his cock. Melody was beside him, her mother eating her pussy. Professor Samuels devoured her daughter’s pussy, Melody’s blonde hair spilling about her shoulders.

“She feasted,” grinned the blonde.

“Yes, she did,” chortled Lee, feeding Pam a piece of bacon she had pulled out of her own pussy.

“Just admit it, Carmelita,” I groaned, my pleasure peaking. “Just admit you’re gay!”

Carmelita didn’t answer. She just kept eating my pussy. I shuddered, another orgasm shivering through me. I groaned, the chair creaking and groaning as I thrashed. Rapture shuddered through me. It boiled my brain. I loved everyone watching us, watching my sister eat her breakfast like the lezzie bitch she was.

“Oh, linda, you are so good at eating pussy,” I praised, using my pet name for my sister when we were growing up. She was such a pretty girl.

Then the front door opened and closed. A moment later, Ms. Hiragawa appeared. Pam’s mother was dressed in a trench coat. She opened it, revealing she was naked beneath. She dropped the paper bag on the table, PetSmart’s logo on the side.

“Your package, Mistress Juana,” she purred before moving back to Clint and falling down to her knees.

She joined his mother at sucking at his cock.

I grinned, snatching the bag and pulling out the dog’s collar. It was red and stiff, the fabric scratchy. “Well, Carmelita, it’s official, you’re a bitch. See.” I bumped the tag dangling from it, a name embossed on it. “What does that say?”

Carmelita looked up, her face falling. “Carmelita.”

“That’s right.” I unbuckled the collar and put it around my sister’s neck, cinching it tight. I shuddered, almost cumming just from the sight. “You’re my bitch forever.”

“Yes, Mistress,” she said, her head lowered in shame, her hips still wiggling.

She must be on fire right now. Good.

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Carmelita Campo

I crawled after my sister through the house. She, weirdly enough, had to do some chores. “Everyone has chores here,” Juana explained as she polished the furniture in the living room. I knelt behind her, staring at her ass. “And since I’m a guest, I have to, too. Even Clint does things.”

“Manly things,” Alicia said, using a duster nearby. “He takes out the garbage and mows the lawn and fixes things.”

So I crawled after Juana like a dog. She didn’t get much cleaning done. She would start something for a few minutes, then she would press back into my face, almost by accident, rubbing her ass against my face and then her hot pussy.

“Oh, be a good bitch and lick me,” she’d moan.

And then I’d be devouring her pussy. My tongue would be sliding through my little sister’s tangy folds, her wispy pubic hair rubbing on my cheeks, tickling me. The first time, she still had the lingering taste of orange from breakfast. But I licked that all up before Juana came.

Juices trickled down my chin. I was constantly smelling her pussy. Her cream never quite dried on my face. There was always a fresh coat applied before too long. My little sister was so horny, getting off on degrading me the way I used to degrade her.

But she was a lesbian. She should have been happy licking my pussy. Why did she have to ruin everything by making this deal with Clint? Why did she have to blackmail me into being her cunt-eating slave?

“Oh, yes, my lezzie big sis is such a good cunt-muncher,” she’d moan. Or, “Yes, yes, yes, make me cum all over that pussy-loving mouth, bitch!” or “That’s it, such a good muff-diving, cunt-eating sister-slave! Oh, you just love pussy!”

I didn’t. They had me all confused. Eat something enough, and you’d come to love anything. And I had eaten so much pussy my tongue was growing sore from licking through her snatch. It had me breathing in her musk. I devoured her, almost convinced I must love doing this.

It was the fourth time licking her pussy in the living room, when Alicia joined the fun. Juana had moved onto polishing the wooden parts of the couch. She had bent over, wiggling her ass just inches from my face, her pussy growing juicier and juicier.

Then she backed up.

“Whoops. Forgot you were there, bitch. But since you’re a pussy-licking dyke, you probably are hungry again. I mean, it’s been a few minutes since you had any cunt. Just jam that tongue in me and make me cum. You’ll get all the cream you crave.”

So of course I did. I plunged my tongue deep into my sister’s hot cunt, savoring the flavor of her tangy cream, my body shuddering at the incestuous delight. This was so taboo. So wrong. We were sisters, and I was devouring her cunt.

My own cunt was on fire. Juices poured down my thighs as I wiggled my hips. Such heat burned in me. My fingers tensed on the carpet. My pussy clenched as I plunged my tongue so deep into her twat. I just wanted to cum.

It had been so long since I had cum. I had eaten her pussy so many times without satisfaction. And had eaten Lee’s, too. I missed the vibrator. I’d let them piss on me if they’d let me cum right now. I’d do anything. I’d lie and say I loved pussy like I had at breakfast.

I didn’t. No matter how good it tasted.

“Ooh, what a tasty sight,” Alicia said from behind me.

And then I groaned into my Mist…little sister’s cunt. Someone was touching me. Alicia’s slim fingers rubbed up and down my pussy. She caressed me, teasing me. I groaned, savoring her touch sliding up and down my pussy.

I’d never tease her again. Not for taking pity on me. I needed this.

Her slim fingers penetrated my snatch. My pussy clenched on them. I ate my sister harder, pleasure rippling through me as Alicia pumped her two digits in and out of me. I drank in the friction, wiggling my hips, fucking back into her plunges.

“Oh, yes, eat my cunt, big sis,” panted Juana. “Oh, such a good carpet-diver. Mmm, you are devouring my clam. You love it.”

Her juices dripped down my chin as I just kept eating her snatch, concentrating on Alicia’s fingers. I groaned, so low and throaty, when a third finger entered me. My pussy loved it, her fingers stretching out my hole. I wiggled more, juices pouring down my thighs.

“Oh, she loves my fingers in her pussy,” giggled Alicia. “Your bitch is such a dyke.”

“She is! Oh, god, Alicia, she is just devouring my pussy. She loves cunt so much. She never gets tired of it.”

“And you’re such a good mistress for giving your dyke-bitch what she craves.” Alicia smacked my burning ass. “You should thank your mistress, lezzie-slave, for letting you eat her pussy.”

I shuddered, my pussy clenching on Alicia’s fingers. “Thank you, Mistress, for letting your slave eat your pussy.”

“Oh, you are sooooo welcome. Mmm, jam that tongue into my twat and make me cum!”

I did. I was a slave. I just had to obey. I didn’t really like pussy. I was just confused. It was easier cooperating. I swirled my tongue through her pussy as Alicia thrust a fourth finger into my snatch. I gasped, trembling as she pumped them in and out of me so fast.

My orgasm swelled, the friction burning through my stretched-out cunt. I shuddered, my tongue caressing the depths of my Mist…little sister’s cunt. I squeezed my eyes shut, savoring Alicia’s delicious fingers stirring such delight through me.

She jammed her fingers in deep. I groaned as they curled, forming a fist in me. My pussy stretched wider and wider. My eyes bulged as she rammed her fist into the depths of my pussy. I felt my labia stretching over her wrist, her forearm entering me. She went so deep.

“Holy fucking shit!” I gasped as Alicia pulled her fist back and punched it into my pussy.

She giggled in delight. “Oh, I love fisting girls! Your pussy is so cute stretched around my fist.”

“Keep licking me, slave,” groaned Juana. “And you better not cum before I do!”

“Yes, Mistress,” I gasped, burying my tongue back into her twat, licking so fast, so frantic.

I had to make her cum. To make her explode on my tongue. Because that fist reaming my cunt was amazing. Alicia pumped it in and out of me so hard, so fast, punching it into my depths. I felt her knuckles pressing against my sensitive flesh. The pleasure rippled through me, making me squirm and gasp.

It was amazing. I groaned, shuddering, rippling as my orgasm built and built. I wanted to let it explode through me, to let my pussy writhe on Alicia’s punching fist. But I couldn’t. I had to make my sister cum.

I latched onto her clit. I sucked so hard, my nose pressed into the folds of her pussy as I loved her clit. She squirmed and gasped, hot juices pouring over my face. I shuddered, putting my all into it as the rapture swelled and swelled in me.

Alicia giggled. “Oh, she’s so close to cumming. She just wants to explode on my fist.”

“She better not!” hissed Juana. “You will be a good slave-bitch and make me cum!”

I nipped her clit, sucking so hard. My pussy clenched down hard on Alicia’s plunging fist as I fought my orgasm. I held it at bay, trembling as the rapture swelled and swelled in me. My eyes rolled back into my head. The pressure was so great in the furnace of my pussy, just begging to explode out of me.

And then Juana came.

“Yes! You lezzie slut! Yes!”

Hot, incestuous cream poured into my mouth. I opened wide, sealing my mouth over her cunt, drinking her cream as Alicia rammed her fist into my twat. I gasped, my pussy convulsing about her arm. My orgasm exploded so hard in the depths of my cunt.

Rapture shot through me.

A flood of ecstasy drowned me.

I drank it in, sucking on my sister’s cunt. I drank down her tangy cream as stars burst over my eyes. Juana let out a groaning moan, pressing her pussy back against my lips. And then more than pussy juices were flooding past my lips.

Acrid piss splashed into my mouth.

I gasped, swallowing it with the pussy cream, not caring that my sister urinated into my mouth as the rapture shot through me. My pussy convulsed even harder, humiliating ecstasy raging through me as I gulped down mouthful after mouthful of hot piss.

“Yes, yes, yes, you nasty piss-slut!” howled Juana. “My big sis is a lezzie whore who loves drinking my piss!”

“Yes, she is!” Alicia groaned, pumping her fist in and out of my spasming pussy.

I didn’t care. I just drank in the pleasure of my orgasm. Wave after wave of rapture shot through me. I gulped down all the piss, sucking on my sister’s cunt. Her tangy juices swirled with the acrid urine, mixing in my mouth before sliding down hot to my belly.

I was such a whore.

“Oh, god, I need to pee, too,” Alicia howled, yanking her fist out of my cunt.

I didn’t fight as she yanked my face from my sister’s pussy. Alicia’s girlish, hairless twat pressed into my lips. Her budding tits jiggled, her glasses slipping on her nose, as she groaned. Her hot piss splashed into my mouth.

I drank it all down. I gulped it, my body buzzing with shame and euphoria. I savored her fresh pussy juices and acrid piss. I clutched her ass, my tongue licking through her folds the moment she stopped pissing.v
And made her cum, too.

They drank water all day, giggling, making me drink piss and lick their pussies. It tasted better and better every time. I started to hunger for it as I crawled after the giggling girls. Everything was so fucked up. I couldn’t think straight.

Sometimes, I even thought I was gay. That this was the way things should be.

But father’s words echoed. I wouldn’t be a degenerate lesbian! I wouldn’t disappoint him!

And then Clint walked into the living room naked, Lee heeling him. I pulled my lips from his little sister’s pussy, panting, my mouth full of fresh pussy juices and piss. Clint’s eyes were hard as he stared at me, his cock throbbing hard before him. In his hands, he held a pair of handcuffs.

“I hear you still claim not to be gay, bitch,” he said, his voice so deep.

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

Clint Elliston

“I’m not,” Carmelita whined even as she licked her lips, covered in my little sister’s piss and pussy juices.

“She’s being a stubborn slut,” hissed Juana. Her hand cracked hard on Carmelita’s ass, making her yelp.

I seized Carmelita’s hands, yanking them behind her back, and deftly snapped the cuffs on her. I had done this so many times. She squirmed, the metal biting into her wrists. Then I moved to the couch and sat down. Lee knelt before me, her right cheek resting on my knee.

“Then crawl over here, bitch, and suck my cock,” I ordered. “If you’re not gay.”

“Or lick my pussy if you’re gay,” Juana said. “I could piss again.”

The bitch hesitated, her eyes flashing to my cock then to her younger sister’s pussy. She shuddered, her arms squirming. Then she turned to me on her knees, her golden-brown tits jiggling, and crawled to me. It was slow with her hands cuffed behind her. She shuffled her legs, her face twisted with disgust that made my dick throb so hard.

She was so committed to it she would rather pretend to love my cock then lick her sister’s pussy. It made me hard. It made me ache to help Carmelita embrace who she was. And it was so hot to have a lesbian suck my dick.

Having Juana do it yesterday had been satisfying. Her price for my help. I had a phone full of pictures from Coach Young and the fun he was having thanks to my advice. And, of course, James was happy banging his mom and sister now. And his mother, Dr. Bernice Wilson, would help my family out since she was my women’s gynecologist. Having her embrace incest would keep her from talking about my harem’s situation.

“You sure you’re not gay?” I asked her when she reached me, staring into her eyes.

“Yes!” she hissed, her head leaning forward. She opened her mouth, shivering, her eyes squeezed shut, and swallowed the tip of my cock.

And then she didn’t do anything. She just knelt there, her mouth about my dick.

“Stupid slave, you have to suck,” Lee snapped, smacking Carmelita’s rump.

She moaned about my cock, nicking me with her teeth. I winched and Lee’s face flared red. She cracked her hand hard again on the bitch’s ass as she snarled, “And mind your teeth! You’re here to please my Master, not hurt him.”

“If you hate sucking cock, admit what you are. Your Sister-Mistress’s cunt awaits,” I said, running my hand through Carmelita’s hair.

Her face tightened. And then she sucked. She stared up at me, the disgust so plain on her face. And that just made my dick ache harder. It was the worst blowjob I had ever received, but the degrading excitement kept my dick hard.

Because I knew that even though she hated it, her pussy was dripping wet right now. She was like Lee and Aunt Vicky, a humiliation slut. And what was more humiliating for a lesbian than choosing to suck cock over pussy.

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Carmelita Campo

His precum tasted horrible. I wanted to throw-up. But I wouldn’t. I would show them all. A lesbian wouldn’t suck cock with this much enthusiasm. She wouldn’t moan while sucking so hard. She wouldn’t swirl her tongue about the crown of his cock and make the man groan.

“Yes,” Clint grunted. “Suck my cock, you little dyke-slut. I bet your pussy’s so wet.”

I gasped about Clint’s cock, Lee’s hand diving between my thighs. I groaned as she rubbed at my hot flesh, shoving probing fingers into my liquid depths. “Oh, she’s molten right now, Master. Little dyke is getting off on the shame of sucking a guy’s cock.”

Shame?

No, I was a straight-whore. I loved his cock, even if his precum didn’t taste good. I moaned louder, bobbing, sucking as hard as I could. My pussy clenched on Lee’s probing fingers as I put my all into blowing Clint’s cock.

“Mmm, a real straight-slut bobs her mouth,” Lee purred into my ear. “And swirls her tongue about the shaft.”

I was a real straight-slut!

I bobbed my mouth so hard, showing Lee and Clint and my Mist…little sister just how much of a straight-slut I was. I swirled my tongue, trying not to gag at the flavor of his precum. I sucked and slid my mouth up and down. My tongue danced about his cock, my pussy growing hotter and hotter as Lee fingered me.

A dyke wouldn’t want to cum right now. That proves I was straight.

But why did this have to be so degrading? So humiliating? Licking pussy didn’t make me feel this way.

I closed my eyes, my father’s words echoing in my mind. I would make Clint cum so hard and prove that I wasn’t gay. I wouldn’t disappoint my father. I bobbed, sucked, swirled my tongue. Clint grunted, his ugly face twisting in pleasure.

“Damn, I’m going to cum so hard into your mouth.”

I moaned about his cock, my pussy clenching. A strange, shameful anticipation of my upcoming humiliation swirled through my stomach. I groaned, sucking so hard, bobbing my head as fast as I could. His cock slid in and out of my mouth, brushing the back of my throat.

“Oh, you need to do better to convince us that you’re not a dyke,” moaned Lee. “Love his cock. Worship it.”

How could I love something so nasty?

I tried. I closed my eyes, trying to pretend it was a dildo strapped to my Mist…sister’s waist. But his precum filled my mouth. I shuddered, more and more flowing into my mouth as he groaned and gasped.

And then he erupted.

I almost ripped my mouth off his cock as the nasty cum spurted into my mouth. But I was a straight slut. I forced myself to swallow. It was almost as disgusting as the pee I drank this morning. In fact, I would rather be drinking Juana’s or Alicia’s piss right now.

“That’s it, drink it all down,” moaned Lee, pumping her fingers in and out of my twat. “Ooh, just like the straight-slut you’re pretending to be would.”

I wasn’t pretending.

I gulped it down. I sucked so hard, Clint groaning and cursing as he pumped so much jizz into my mouth. I could taste the salty, bitter load. It clung to my tongue. I could feel it coating my throat and churning in my stomach.

“There,” I panted, popping my mouth off his dick. “I proved it. I’m straight!”

Clint laughed in my face. “That was the worst blowjob of my life.”

“A straight-slut would have loved my Master’s cock,” Lee hissed.

“And moaned her enjoyment when my big brother unloaded in her mouth,” Alicia added, watching from nearby. Her and Juana were fingering each other’s snatches, watching. “Not grimace like it was nasty. My big brother’s cum isn’t nasty!”

I flushed.

“Last chance,” Clint said, his dick still hard, soaked in my spit. “Ride my cock and let me cum in your fertile pussy, or admit you’re gay. That you hate my dick and rather be fucked by your mistress.”

“I have that big strap-on waiting,” my Mist…little sister said. “Just say you’re a dyke. Mean it. Admit it, linda, and stop lying to yourself. Stop letting father control—”

“I’m not gay!” I howled, pouncing on Clint.

I pressed my tits against his muscular chest and impaled my cunt on his cock.

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

Clint Elliston

Carmelita’s face twisted with disgust as she rammed her pussy down on my cock. She let out a whimpering moan as she pumped her pussy so hard on fast on my shaft. She rammed her pussy up and down on my dick, such hatred burning in her eyes.

She hated herself, but refused to admit it. She’d rather suffer than be true to herself. Goddamn, what did it take to make her see the truth?

“I love this cock!” she snarled, hate-fucking my shaft so hard.

I groaned, my dick still hard thanks to those red male-enhancement pills Ms. Hiragawa got through her clinic. Experimental and amazing. They gave a guy so much stamina. It let me satisfy my huge, incestuous harem.

“Oh, I love your cock,” she growled, staring into my eyes, pumping so hard, so fast. “You’re going to cum in me and breed me! I wish you were my Master!”

My dick ached, throbbed. It was so hot. This lesbian fucking my cock so hard. I grabbed her ass, bucking up from the couch, pleasure racing through me. Her pussy sent shudder racing through my body. She was so hot and tight, gripping my shaft as she churned herself into a humiliated froth.

The more she hated it, the hotter her cunt became. Her head tossed back as she screeched out her frustrated lusts. I groaned, my balls aching, another load of cum building so fast in me. I squeezed her ass so hard, bouncing her on my dick as I fucked up into her burning snatch. The couch groaned, protesting our violent fuck.

Her fingernails bit into my shoulders. “Yes, yes, yes, fuck me! Cum in me, Clint! Breed me! That’ll show you all! I’m straight!”

Her pussy clenched so hard on my dick. She slammed down on it and came. Her pussy exploded, writhing in humiliated passion. She moaned out her pleasure, forcing herself to look at me. Her face twisted with self-hatred and pleasure as her pussy milked my cock.

“Cum in me!” she groaned over and over, slamming down my cock, grinding her clit into my pubic bone. “Breed me, Clint! Plant a strong son in me! Come on, you maricón!”

“Fucking lezzie whore!” I growled at her insult. Call me faggot? I flipped her over, pinning her to the couch still impaled on my dick. She gasped, her pussy spasming on the cock. “I’ll fucking breed you!”

I pounded her spasming cunt so hard, pounding her, savoring her lezzie snatch convulsing about my cock. Her pussy sucked at me, demanding my cum. She gasped and howled, still orgasming as my balls thwacked into her snatch.

I buried into her, the pleasure tensing through me, and erupted.

“Take it, lezzie whore!” I howled, pumping my cum into her pussy.

I shuddered with each blast, grunting. Rapture slammed into my mind. Ecstasy boiled across me as I kept pumping away. My jizz spurted over and over into her snatch. Her cunt milked me, hungry for my jizz.

To be bred.

“Goddamn,” I groaned when I fired the last. “Did you really enjoy that, Carmelita?”

Her eyes screamed no as she yelled, “Yes!”

“What is wrong with you?” Juana said. “You’re gay, Carmelita. I can see the loathing in your face. Why are you torturing yourself by fucking Clint when you don’t have to?”

“I won’t disappoint our father!” Carmelita snarled, scrambling out from beneath me. “I am straight! And that was the best sex I ever had. I want to be Clint’s sex slave, not yours!”

Juana slapped her sister hard on the face. She shook her head in disappointment. And then she walked off.

Carmelita stood there, her hand cupping her cheek, her eyes stunned. My cum trickled out of her pussy. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but words wouldn’t come. Then she folded up into a ball and started crying.

“Fuck,” I muttered. What now? How could we break through to this girl?

Lee touched my shoulder.

To be continued…

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Chapter One

Emma heard a knock on her apartment door and slowly rose from where she had been sitting in front of the small table fan in the kitchen. It was about half way through August and the entire building’s air conditioning was broken. Which seeing as it was the middle of the afternoon and about 103 degrees outside meant that Emma was hot, sweaty, and very miserable. Emma had long blond hair that fell halfway down her back. An avid jogger as long as the outside temperature wasn’t in the triple digits, she was thin and lean. At the moment she was only wearing a pair of mini shorts and a sports bra.

As her visitor knocked again Emma quickly ran through a list in her head of whom it could be while she walked to her door. She hoped it was someone responding to one of the fliers she had left all over the college she would be attending offering to rent out the second bedroom in her apartment. It had been two weeks now and so far no one had responded. Emma had reminded herself that the semester was still almost a month away, but the fact remanded that she could only pay the rent for a few months on her own.

As Emma reached for the doorknob she hoped that if it was an answer to her flier it was a guy. A gay guy. Emma hoped for this because she herself was very gay. Had been all her life. Emma figured if she got a girl, straight or otherwise, she’d eventually want to jump her. And if she got a guy, and he liked girls, then he’d probably want to jump her. As Emma saw it the only way to ovoid one or the other party wanting to screw the other ones brains out was if her roommate was male and only liked cocks.

Emma opened the door. Well, she had no idea if the person standing before her was gay, but they certainly weren’t male.

The girl standing before her was about her age with shoulder length chestnut hair. She was slightly taller then Emma and just as fit. Almost immediately Emma noticed two things about her. First, her tits appeared to be firm, perky, and while not overly large, her rack was defiantly nothing to be ashamed of. If Emma had to guess she’d say a small to medium C cup.

Secondly, every inch of her exposed skin glistened with sweat. And seeing as her outfit was almost exactly the same as Emma’s, the only difference being that her shorts went down to the top of her knees and she was wearing sandals, she had a whole hell of a lot of exposed skin.

“Are you Emma Cox?” the girl asked.

“Ah, yeah.”

The girl smiled. “I’m Evone Backers. I’m hear in answer to your flyer,” she said holding one of them up.

Emma didn’t know whether to scream with joy or despair, so instead she just motioned for Evone to come in.

“Sorry I didn’t call in advance, but I don’t really have a phone, and it just seemed easier-”

“It’s okay,” Emma said. “It’s not like I was doing anything. Anyway, it’s not that big, this is the living room, over there is the kitchen, there’s a hallway over here, the first door on the left is a closet, the second is the bathroom, and the two doors on the right are the bedrooms. The first one is mine, so if you moved in the second will be yours.”

Evone looked around. “Air conditioning?”

Emma winced. “Out of commission. I’ve talked to the building’s supervisor, but it could be a while. I guess when you go for the cheapest apartment you can find that’s reasonably close to the UCS campus you can’t expect too much.”

“So, just the dinky little fan on the table over there?”

“Well, plus a larger one next to my bed.”

Evone nodded. “How much?”

“Ah, 150 a month, except for the first month, that’s 400.”

“Okay.”

“Tell me, are you going to be attending the collage, or…”

“Ah, yeah,” Evone said walking into the kitchen. “I’m not entirely sure what I’m going for, probably spend the first semester or two working on general ed.”

Emma nodded, talking the opportunity to admire her potential roommate’s ass. ‘This can’t work, I’ve known the women for less then five minutes and I’m already wondering what she looks like naked.’

“I’m going for some sort of computer thing, I’m not sure what yet.”

“Cool,” Evone said turning back to face her.

“Thanks,” ‘Look at her face and not her tits, look at her face and not her tits, look at her face and not her tits, look at her face…’

“Can I use your bathroom?” Evone asked after a moment.

“Ah, yeah, sure.” Emma watched as the other girl walked away, so mesmerized by the sway of her hips and ass that she didn’t even notice her glance back and then smirk before entering the bathroom.

Emma leaned back against the living room wall. Ever since she had opened the door and seen that girl there had been a building heat in her loins that had nothing to do with the temperature.

It had been a while since her last encounter, but this was ridiculous. Emma shook her head. She needed release. She could wait for Evone to leave, surly this couldn’t take much longer, but every moment that past the throbbing desire in her pussy grew.

‘Fuck it,’ Emma moved into the kitchen were she would have a few moments of privacy when Evone came out of the bathroom to make herself presentably again. Leaning against the sink she quickly shoved her right hand down the front of her shorts. She hadn’t been wearing any underwear so her fingers had no problem sliding through her folds, which were already slick with more then just sweat. She teased her clit with her thumb while she quickly thrust her middle and ring fingers into her sex.

Emma closed her eyes while she squeezed her inner muscles around her fingers, letting out a small whimper when she pressed her thumb against her clit. She established a fast rhythm with her fingers, sawing them in and out of her pussy.

With her other hand she reached up and cupped one of her breasts through her bra. She squeezed it, rubbing her tightening nipple through the cloth.

At first Emma thought of the last time she had sex. It had been back in her hometown in New Mexico with this girl named Isabella. She had a great body, caramel skin, a firm ass, and plump tits topped with fat brown nipples. However her fantasies quickly turned to Evone. Both of them here, in the kitchen, naked. Evone on her knees before her, face buried in her cunt, tongue hot and wet against her clitoris.

After only a few minutes Emma came, biting down on her lower lip to stop from crying out as she convulsed around her fingers, her pussy gushing additional fluids.

Emma slowly pulled her hand from her shorts, locking her knees to remain upright through the afterglow. After a moment she turned around and turned on the sink, putting her hand under the cool water to wash away her cum.

When Evone came out of the bathroom a minute latter she found Emma sitting at the kitchen table nursing a glass of cold water.

“I’ve decided I’ll take it.”

Emma looked up at her. “Are you sure? It’s not exactly the nicest place ever.”

Evone shrugged. “Like you said, it’s close to UCS. Besides, I have some money; I could splurge on two or three of those air conditioners you stick in the window. Apart from the heat are there any problems?”

Emma shook her head. “Not that I can think of. Give me a few days to think about it and leave me some kind of contact information so I can get in touch when I reach my decision.”

“Why, has somebody else already offered?”

“Well, no, but it’s three and a half weeks until the start of the semester, and I was thinking I’d keep me options open for a few more days.”

Evone shook her head. “I can tell you right now that you’re not going to get any better offers.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah. First, I can promise you right now that I’ll never be behind on the rent. Secondly there’s the whole air conditioner thing. And thirdly,” Evone placed her hands on the table and leaned forward, “you’ve been sneaking glances at my boobs ever since you opened the door. If you ever want to see them in all their naked glory, it’d probably be best if we were living under the same roof.”

Emma froze, her eyes going wide.

“Hey, want to here a secret?” Evone whispered. “When I went to use your bathroom a moment ago, I didn’t need to pee. Seeing you all sweaty from the heat, and dressed the way you are, or aren’t, I really need to masturbate. It didn’t help though. I’m still So. Fucking. Wet.”

Emma stared at her for a long moment. Then she snapped. She surged up from her chair, grabbing Evone and kissing her. Evone returned the kiss, guiding them out of the kitchen and into the living room, pushing Emma onto the couch before straddling her. She grabbed her sports bra, Emma lifting her arms over her head so she could pull it off.

“Hum. Nice tits,” Evone said before closing her hand around one of them. They kissed again while Evone explored her breast, gently stroking the soft pliant flesh.

After a moment Emma ended the kiss. “Get off me, it’s way too fucking hot to be doing this.”

“Are you sure?” Evone asked rolling her nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

Emma reached up and stilled her hand on her breast. “I didn’t say we should stop. I think stopping now would literally kill me. I’m just thinking we should move this to the bathroom. More specifically a cold shower.”

Evone grinned. “I can do that,” The two women quickly left the living room and went down the hall to the bathroom. While Emma turned the water on Evone kicked off her sandals, then pulled down her shorts and panties. As Emma turned to face her she pulled off her sports bra leaving herself completely naked.

Her breasts were even perkier then Emma had thought, despite their size there wasn’t even the slightest hint of sag, her hard, rosy, succulent nipples pointing to the sky. Emma’s eyes traveled down her body, most of which hadn’t been covered anyway, to her pussy. It was pink, lush, and completely free of hair.

Emma took off her shorts. She had a two-inch landing strip above her slit.

The two girls quickly got into the shower, standing under the spray of cool water as they kissed and pressed their naked bodies together. One of Evone’s hands quickly fond Emma’s ass, roughly mauling the firm yet supple flesh. Emma moaned into their kiss, enjoying the felling of Evone’s breasts meshed against her own.

Evone’s other hand moved between them, quickly finding Emma’s pussy and teasing her folds. Emma ended the kiss and stepped back slightly to allow Evone’s hand more room to move against her sex while one of her own hands went to Evone’s snatch, shoving her middle finger up into her twat. Evone returned the favor.

They kissed again as the fingered each other, their tongues meeting as each girl added two, then three fingers to the mix. Emma gasped when Evone found her g-spot, Evone, realizing her discovery, made sure to rub it again and again and again. Emma responded by digging her thumb into Evone’s clitoris. Meanwhile with her other hand Emma fondled one of Evone’s breasts.

Evone pressed Emma up against the wall of the shower as she began to thrust even harder up into her cunt. Meanwhile she slid her other hand between Emma’s ass cheeks, her middle finger quickly finding her asshole. Evone teased her rosebud before entering it, sliding her finger as far up into Emma’s ass as she could.

Emma ended their kiss as Evone continued to violate her. “So you’re an ass girl. I should have know,” Emma said squeezed her already tight asshole around Evone’s finger.

“Yeah. I’d ask you to return the favor, but I like you other hand where it is,” Evone answered as Emma tweaked her nipple.

Evone quickly established a rhythm between her finger in Emma’s ass and the ones in her pussy. She felt Emma’s own fingers increase their pass within her while she switched to her other breast. Evone added another finger to her ass.

Emma began to lick and nibble at Evone’s collarbone. She felt the other girl’s fingers inside her body, working her, and the feelings of pleasure began to overwhelm her. Determined to bring Evone to her orgasm first she stepped up her own ministrations. She didn’t make it.

Emma cried out as her climax hit her. A few moments later Evone followed her over the edge, the two women shuttering against each other as they came. As she came down from her high Emma slipped her hand from Evone’s still quivering pussy, a moment later felling the other girl do the same. Evone wrapped her arms around her, holding her naked body against her own as the cool water continued to rain down on them.

After a little while they broke apart. “That was amazing,” Emma said brushing her soaked hair from her face.

Evone smiled. “I’m glad you liked it. There’s more where that came from.”

“If I let you move in?”

“It would make things more convenient.”

Emma grinned back at her. “Deal.”

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After A long week, mom loses control.

My standard disclaimer, all stories take place on a different earth, where the orbit is 3 times ours, making ages 1/3 what they are on earth. And where the age of consent is thus 6.

Her red hair bounced and seemed to flow in rapid waves as he rapidly thrust in and out behind her. She held her head low, and he held her hips from behind, making wet, sloppy noises as the musky scent of her pussy filled the air. I could feel the softness of her hair as it cascaded over my thighs, pleasant and sexy. He had been going at her for at least 5 minutes, and had already cum at least twice, the evidence pooling below her. His small body almost disappeared behind her round hips, but his face showed the considerable effort he was putting in to each and every thrust. She let out long soft moans that seemed to eminate from somewhere deep inside her, somewhere her children should not be.

I spread my legs wide for her, her face mear inches from my pussy, I was hot and wet, and it felt like my clit was going to erupt. I could tell she turned her head to look at it, I could feel her breathing on it, it aroused me even more, if that was possible.

“You said you would lick me Mommy.” I told her, trying not to sound as desperate as I was, I wanted this so bad.

“Yes baby, Mommy’s going to make you happy tonight.” she said, tilting her head up to me slightly.

She slowly, painfully slowly, lowered her head, and her lips met mine. Her lips were soft and warm on my bare skin, her tongue licked me up like firm, wet silk.

It had been a very boring week. School was boring, the kids at school were all stupid, my little brother was boring and stupid. I was looking forward to the weekend, even if it ment spending more time with the family. Mom had been acting a bit odd all week. I figured there was someone at her firm she was trying to get the attention of. She kept dressing more and more sexy as the week went on. It looked like she was headed to a club by the time today, Friday rolled around. Short skirts, tall heels, and blouses that showed way too much of her ‘girls’. She was also a lot more affectionate to William and me. Hugs that lasted longer than I liked, and she hasn’t kissed us on the lips like that since we were little.

More boring and stupid after I got home from school. Talked to Melissa for a while, but mostly it was just me and William waiting for mom to get home and make dinner. Mom got home but seemed frustrated, not at me or William, just somehow like there was something that she needed to get done, but couldn’t find the time to do it.

I tilted my hips to her as William continued to pound away at her, she moaned loudly as she licked at my slit. I shook and squirmed almost uncontrollably, it was hard to keep still enough so mom could keep mouth on my pussy. Soon her licking and William’s thrusting were matching, her beautiful red hair bouncing as he pushed her face to my cunt with a furious rhythm. I was losing control, I was making sounds that I didn’t mean to, sounds I didn’t know I could make. She would lick me up and down, back and forth, and when she hit my clit it made me make more sounds.

I could see William’s face, and he was cumming again, he stopped thrusting, pushing his hips hard in to her ass, putting it all as deep as it would go. This made mom moan loud in my pussy.

Mom went to making dinner right away, and I was hungry. It seemed to take longer than usual, but I was glad when it arrived. Dinner was nothing special, but somehow it tasted extra good tonight.

We weren’t 2 minutes in to dinner before William dropped his fork, this seemed right about on time for him. After fumbling around he came up very red faced, while mom sat reading something from work. He did it again. He came up red again. I gave him the evil eye, I didn’t want to upset mom in her mood. He signaled me to look under the table.

When I looked I didn’t see anything, then I looked over toward mom. Her skirt had accidentally ridden up and I could see all the way to her panties, well I could have if she was wearing them, what i saw was an orange triangle of curly hair. I popped up.

William kept dropping things, even more than usual, I finally had to kick his shin to get him to stop, mostly because I wanted to look again. It made me feel funny to see it, like something tingling in my belly.

She started licking just my clit, it felt so good I couldn’t catch my breath and my heart felt like it was coming out of my chest. I could feel her hand touch my pussy, and I thought I would scream, she rubbed it around my hole, and it felt so nice. She rubbed around my butt hole too, that shocked me, but felt nice, naughty and nice all at once. My hips began to twitch as she licked, every lick caused me to push in to her. She brought her finger to my hole again, and slowly pushed it in, just a little, to where it ends. She just kept rubbing me gently and licking my clit until I couldn’t take it anymore, my body betrayed me and I lost control of it, it froze up and i couldn’t hardly move.

“Mommy, it’s …” “Mommy, I…I…” I tried to talk. “Mommy what’s ha….” my voice seemed small and weak at first, then I lost control of it as well. I screamed out not able to stop myself, strange primal sounds that I didn’t understand as my pussy had a mind of it’s own and pushed hard to her face. As I slowly ragained control of my own body, mom brushed the tangled strands of hair from her face and looked up at me and smiled in a most loving way. I just laid there blissfully confused.

I looked under the table again. I could see it changed, her legs were more open and there was wet spot forming. I knew what that was, mine does that too sometimes.

After dinner, mom told us to go shower, we were so awestruck we did exactly as told. William went first, and I went to my bedroom. I couldn’t stop thinking about seeing mom’s pussy. I looked at mine, sad, pathetic, bald. I looked at my boobs, or at least where they should be, just two pink dots. Two hard, pointy pink dots. I showered after William, but all I could think about was mom’s pussy. Afterwards I went down stairs to watch TV, maybe that will take my mind off what was between moms legs. It didn’t. When we came down stairs mom seemed to look at us funny.

“I think I’ll go shower too” She said, and headed off to her bathroom.

She pulled my legs together and pulled me down to her. She stopped and put her mouth over my nipple, I felt embarrassed, not having any boibs like her. She sucked gently, then firmer before letting it go and finishing pulling me down. When my head was even with her, she kissed me. First it was gentile and motherly, then her lips parted, her tongue invaded my mouth, and it became so much more, I could taste my own pussy on her lips. She broke our kiss.

“Could you lick mommy’s pussy now?” She asked. I nodded excitedly, I wanted to taste her very bad.

She moved forward, leaving William’s small erect dock pointing stright out, and rolled over on the bed.

“Come here baby” she said to William, and he moved up beside her at the head of the bed.

She spread her legs until her garters were stretched tight and her pussy was splayed wide to me. I didn’t know what to do, I just looked at the beautiful woman that lay before me.

“Right here baby,” she said, and she patted her cunt with a wet sound, “just like Mommy did for you.”

I moved between her legs and gazed and her cunt, it was messy with her motherly secretions and William’s cum that still oozed from her, and I didn’t mind, I wanted it all. My mouth touched her pussy, and at first it felt foreign and wrong, and then it felt so natural and so right. I licked up and down many times, from her hole to her clit, back and forth, she started to moan again. I looked to see mother taking William’s dick in to her mouth, she swallowed the whole thing, it seemed impossible.

When mom came down stairs, William noticed her and his mouth hung open, I looked over. I saw her disappear in to the kitchen wearing something I’d never seen her wear before. Long, white, and see through, I could see her butt clearly through it. She had stockings and that thing around her waist to hold them up, and tall high heels that looked very sexy. Even the way she moved looked sexy. I wished I could look that good.

She came out of the kitchen and looked even better. I was so jealous of how mom looked, she had boobs, and hips, and looked sexy, where I just look dorky. I want boobs so bad. I could see right through the front, except her tits, and I soon noticed she no longer had that patch of orange hair, I was kind of disappointed. The part the covered her boobs was solid, but split down the middle, and I could see a nipple poking out of each, they were just the right size, and a perfect shade of pink. Mom walked like a woman who wanted something, and knew how to get it.

She handed us each a drink, and sat between us, William hadn’t taken his eyes off her crotch, I nudged him, but it only helped for a minute. I drank the drink down, not sure I even tasted it, I was having trouble taking my eyes off those titties of moms.

“Can I pick something?” she asked, not waiting for a reply, William handed her the remote.

I tried to turn away when mom looked over at me, I didn’t want her to think I was staring, but I think she wanted me to look.

A few minutes later something from the pay-per-view started.

I was licking up and down when I heard mom pull William’s prick from her mouth like a lollypop. She put her feet behind my head.

”Here baby, let me help.” and she used her legs to put my mouth where she wanted it. “That’s good baby, suck mommy right there, suck,on the little hard part.”

So that is her clit I thought. I suckeled on it like a baby with a bottle, and mom began to moan softly. I looked up to see William starting to cum, he got a funny look and then got real rigid. Mom kept sucking on his dick, even harder now, they both seemed to enjoy it. Again she removed william from her mouth with a wet sound.

“We’ll do more later baby, but mommy really needs something now.” she told him, as I kept suckling her clit. “Let me have your hand Ginny.” she said. I sat up and held my hand to her. “Good girl baby, good girl.”

She made my hand narrow, and positioned it at her pussy hole. She began to pull and my hand started to go in to her. I didn’t think it would go very far, but it kept going in, next thing I knew, I was up to my wrist in mom. It was so warm, hot really, and so very wet.

“Oh that’s so good baby. Now I want you to fuck Mommy with your hand, go slow at first, then get faster. Do it while you suck Mommy’s clit. You are making Mommy feel really good sweetie.” she told me, and loved hearing that.

I started. I went back to sucking her clit, I started moving my hand in and out, just a couple of inches. I could feel things inside her, it was an amazing feeling to actually be inside mommy. She started moaning louder and breathing faster.

I was shocked, I looked at the screen and there were two naked girls kissing and rubbing each other.

“Um, mom, what’s this?” I asked, embarrassed beyond belief, but I couldn’t turn away.

“Its a porn movie.” she said as if it was obvious, and I guess it was. “thought maybe it was sex-ed time for you two. Oh, this looks good.” she followed up, pointing to the TV. I had never looked away.

“I thought sex was a boy and girl.” I asked.

“Often it is, but sex between two girls can be amazing too. And you can’t get pregnant” mom explained. 

“Are you a lesbian?” I asked, I could hear the shock in my voice.

“No, you don’t have to be a lesbian to like having sex with girls.” she told us. “For a relationship, I like boys, but for just fun, good sex, girls are just as good.”

I watched as the two on tv moved and started licking other’s pussies. They were almost as pretty as mom, with bigger boobs, and no hair like mom. I think I see why no hair is good, if your going to be licking there.

“What does it taste like?” I asked, I shocked myself, I mean I wanted to know, I wanted to try it honestly, I wanted to try moms now, but did I really ask that?

“Every woman is different.” she said, [how many women has she been with I thought] “Some are more salty, some almost sour, some sweet. But all are fun to lick! See, she is licking her clit, it’s the sensitive little bud at the top of your pussy. That’s the part that feels best.”

She then shocked me in to silence, she pulled up her gown, and spread her legs. Then she used her hand to open her pussy lips, I was just stunned.

“See, it’s that little part right here.” she said as she rubbed her finger in small circles over her clit. I could see the fluid building in her opened pussy hole, and feel it in mine. The smell of her pussy was exciting me just as much.

I was moving my hand in and out with good speed now. I could feel what I think is her cervix as I pushed deep inside her, then coming out just past my wrist. I tried to match the speed to my clit sucking and licking. Her tall heels dug into my neck a bit as she held me tight in her count. It only took a few minutes then her pussy got noticable warmer, and I thrust faster in her, and sucked her clit faster. Her hands came down and grabbed hand fulls of hair on both sides of my head and held me tight, there was no way I would have been able to stay with her clit otherwise, her hips were bucking and bouncing all over. Then the thrusting stopped, and her pussy came up one last time, hard in to my face.

Mommy screamed loudly at me…“Eat me baby, eat mommy’s cunt.”

And I did, I sucked on her clit and a hot stream of fluid bathed my chin and down part of my neck. It took a long time for mom to let me go, every few seconds she would thrust her pussy at my face a couple of times, moaning and gasping. After a while, she let go of my hair, which was good cause it kind of hurt. She moved her leg from behind my head and I pulled off her sweet clit, in case you were wondering, she tasted sweet and musky, and it made me hot. I started to remove my arm from her,

“Slowly.” she cautioned.

I removed it slow, my arm now wet to the elbow, the bed soaked with fluids. 

“Can we do more?” William said. He hadn’t spoken hardly at all the whole night.

“Absolutely baby, what would you like.” mom replied.

“Do you ever rub yours.” Mom asked.

I must have turned beet red.

“Of course you do, we all do.” she added, this made me feel a bit better.

“You have felt it get hard haven’t you?” she asked.

I nodded. I like to rub it in bed at night.

“Feels good doesn’t it” she stated “This feels so good. ” she continued, rubbing her clit. The room smelled of sex and lust, I wasn’t sure which one of us was adding more to it.

“I’ve never seen you dressed like this before.” I told her, looking over the very sexy outfit she was wearing. I would love to dress like that.

“I don’t very often, but it makes me feel real sexy. Do you like it?” she asked

I was trying to come up with words to tell her how much I liked it, when William added from the other side “ I think it’s great mom.”

“I’m so glad you like it baby,” she said as she turned to him “you like looking at me don’t you?” 

Williiam blushed again, it was practically his natural color anymore.

“I like it when you look at me like that.” she told him, directing his eyes from her pussy to the movie where a man entered and had his dick in one of the women.

“That’s how boys and girls have sex.” She stated “he puts his cock in her pussy, and eventually he’ll cum.”

William stared at the screen. “the opening in the pussy is right here.” she said spreading her legs again, and began to finger herself for him to watch.

The next scene was soon on, and it started with a standing woman in a wedding dress, while a groom and bridesmaid licked and sucked her tits.

“What would you like to do my baby boy?” mom asked, his hardon pointing to her face. 

“Can I put it in you again?” he asked in a timid voice. 

“You want to fuck your mommy some more? “ she asked with a wicked grin.

He nodded and smiled.

“Let’s try something special. Remember in the movie when the man put his dick in the girls ass?” he nodded. “Want to do that to me?” he nodded again.

Mommy lay on her back lifted her knees high to her chest, straining the garters, then out wide. She reached down, grabbed his shaft and brought it to her ass as I watched, she smiled at me.

“Go slow at first, then I’ll tell you when you can go fast, ok?” mom instructed.  

“OK mommy” he said, and he immediately started to push in. It slid in readily in one long push as his hips came to rest on her upturned ass. Mom continued to hold her legs behind her knees wide and high, she looked so hot and sexy.

“A little faster now baby.” she told him, and he started to thrust in and out of her ass. “Ginny honey, want to come sit on mommy’s face so I can eat that sweet pussy of yours again?”

I was so flattered she wanted my pussy, she wanted to eat me again.

“Do girls like their boobies sucked?” William asked. 

“I know I do.” mom said, “that’s why this nightgown has these openings.” as she pointed to the slits that allowed her perfect pink nipples to poke out. They were hard and I wanted them so bad, but then she offered them to my idiot brother.

“Would you like to suck on them?” she asked, he quickly nodded. “How about you Ginny?”

“I don’t know, I’ve never had mine sucked.” I said, I knew what she was asking but my feelings were hurt she didn’t offer me first..

“Would you like to suck mine?” and with that she gave me the most sexy, seductive look, and I melted. I never answered, I just learned forward, opened the satin slit the cup, and engulfed it.

“Easy baby girl, not so hard. Softly, and mostly on the nipple.” she instructed. I eased up. At some point William latched on to the other. I found myself wishing these were still full of milk, wanting my mommy to nourish me, to have my mommy inside me.

William was pounding his small dick in her ass with abandon, and mom seemed to enjoy it. I swung one leg over her head, my bald pussy a few inches from her face.

“Now Ginny, when you sit on someone’s face so they can eat your pussy, drop your cunt slowly down to their mouth, and use you hands to open your pussy for them.” she told me.

I did as instructed, I used both hands and spread as wide as I could without it hurting too much. I wanted it wide, I wanted her inside me, way up inside me. She opened her mouth and her tongue emerged, I dropped my little hole right on it. I know it was my clit that made me feel so good before, but I wanted her inside me now. I wiggled on her mouth, trying to get her in me more and more. I could feel her tongue in my cunt, but I wanted it deeper.

William’s pounding was making mom shake under me. Finally, after his second orgasm in her beautiful ass, he pulled out and was done for the night. Mom told him he needed to clean her ass, and it was the nastiest, most erotic thing ever, watching him lick his cum out of her ass. When he was done, mom lowered her legs, and went to work on my clit. Licking at first, the sucking like a baby on nipple. It took less time this time, my hips began thrusting on their own. Mom reached up and started rubbing my nipples, and that pushed me over. I reached down and grabbed her hair, and held her hard on to pussy, I wasntmletting this go. She ate me faster and faster.

“Mommy, oh fuck mommy, oh fuck mommy, fuck mommy….” I screamed out loud, every ‘mommy’ got louder. Something about yelling “mommy”, as I came made it even better.

Mom’s hand shot between my legs and began rubbing me through my pajamas, it felt incredible, like nothing I’d ever felt before. I was stunned momentarily, but I opened my legs for mom as I regained my composure. I made some sort of involuntary noise, when her hand snuck under the waistband of the pjs. Her hand felt so warm against my bare skin, I was embarrassed at first, I didn’t even have any hair between my legs yet, I thought she must hate it. I then remembered hers was all gone now too, so maybe it wasn’t all bad. I opened myself as much as I could to her, and her hand ran all the way down, even to the spots past my pussy, then back up again. I was in speachless bliss.

I noticed she was also rubbing on William, his small dick hard, and standing stright up. Then just as quickly, and wonderfully as it started, she stopped and we watched the tv somemore. I think my disappointment showed even more than I wanted. As we watched the people on the TV having sex, I sat close to mom, she would caress my nipples through the fabric, again I was embarrassed at first, not having anything like she did, but it felt so good, and she seemed to like doing it. I dont think my nipples had ever been this hard, they almost ached for something, something I didn’t know. She would pinch and squeeze her own nipples and boobs, it was really exciting watching her touch herself, just like I do sometimes.

After William left, I figured he went to sleep for the next week, as evidence of many orgasms puddled on the bed, I went to get a glass of water. When I returned, mom was sitting on the bed and I sat between her legs, leaned back against her, I could feel those perfect breasts against my back. Mom finally too her heels off, I was jealous and wished I could wear shoes like that. I tried one on, it was too big, but I liked how it made me feel, sexy and horny, maybe the shoes didn’t have anything to do with the second one. Mom brought her legs over and inside mine, the silky stockings felt so nice on my legs, so smooth and sexy. As she used her legs to open mine up, I turned and looked at her, the wicked smile on my face mirrored on hers. She kissed me, and this kiss was never a mother – daughter kiss.

I pulled her hand down between my legs, and put one finger just in my pussy. I wanted her inside me, I wanted that intimate connection like when I was inside her, but only a tiny bit fit in me, I was so frustrated.

“This is your hyman, when you first have sex with a boy, he will break through this, and then you are not a virgin anymore.” mom told me, as she gently rubbed what I thought was the end of my vagina. “You don’t get that back, so make sure it is with someone very special.” 

I brought her other hand down and put her fingers to rubbing my clit, and it all felt so wonderful. If that darn hymen wasn’t in the way it would be perfect.

Mom seemed to have had all she could take. She pull her gown up, spread her legs, one going over mine, and started fingering herself right there. First I saw one finger disappear in side her, then pounding away at herself with fast, hard thrusts. I can’t even get one all the way in me. It was so hot watching her do this to herself, pleasing herself in front of us. A second fingered vanished in to her pussy, and she picked up speed, the sounds of her moaning and grunting were almost as loud as the wet slapping sounds coming from between her legs. Three fingers, I didn’t know that was possible. Faster and faster she went, until her other hand came to help, and began rubbing her clit. She scooted down on the couch, her butt hanging off the edge now, but she never slowed. The moaning and grunting had merged in to one long groan, getting louder it turned in to a scream. Her hips started thrusting up and down wildly in the air, the wet sounds and musky scent filled any air space her screaming didn’t, then several small jets a fluid squirted from her body, falling to the floor in an elongated puddle.

As her breathing came back to just rapid, and the last echos of her screams faded away, William and I were still in awe. It was the most erotic and sexy thing I could have imagined in my wildest dreams.

“That my sweeties, it what a real orgasm looks like.” Mom said, breaking the silent sexual trance William and I were in. She stood, pulled the nightgown over her head, and it dropped on the floor near the puddle she had just made. She stood before us in only her stockings and heels, looking better than any movie star, ever.

“Would you two like to come to my bedroom with me and have a few of those yourselves?” She asked us.

I beat William to the stairs, but not by much. We ran to Mom’s bedroom, climbed on the bed naked, our clothes vanishing somewhere between here and there, and waited for her to join us.

Mom seemed to know exactly what I wanted, and she took over. I held my hands over hers, feeling her work me. We never stopped kissing, as she rub ed my clit and masaged my virginity. As my body surged on, I could hear loud moaning and heavy breathing as if it were coming from someone else. Our kiss didn’t break until my panting and moans made it impossible to stay together. I could feel my next orgasm coming soon, my hips had a mind of their own, thrusting wildly in the air, heart pound so hard I could hear it, and heat building between my legs was incredible. I wanted mom kn my, not rubbing me, not just touching inside, I wanted her all in me, i needed her all in me. No future boy would have it, it would be hers. Orgasm eminate and unstoppable, I kissed her hard, tongue filling her mouth as much as possible, and a wave of euphoria crashed over me, body quivering and twitching, I pulled her hand hard in to me, her finger ripped through and I lay there shaking. The pain was mixed with an amazing orgasm, and it felt right. I lay my head on her chest and let the orgasm wash away from me.

Epilog 

Mom gave us the “don’t tell anyone…” talk, like I would go around talking about sex with my mom. I have never regretted giving mom my virginity, boys come and go, but my mom I’ll love forever. Yes we had sex lots after that, and still do, she’s the hottest cougar in town, and love that I get to have her.

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Bride-to-be submits to black boss in his office.

Bride Submission: Boss’s Bitch

Summary: Bride-to-be submits to black boss in his office.

NOTE 1: This is the 2nd part of a multi-chaptered story, although I believe it can be read without reading the first part if you wish. With that in mind, here is a summary of the story so far:

Part 1: A SHOCKING SECRET
Bride-to-be Brittany is finally going to meet the in-laws a few days before the wedding. To her surprise, her whole world comes crumbling down as she learns:

-Not only her in-laws, but her parents as well, are part of a secret sex society called the Order of Syndom. This exclusive male dominated secret society believes that men are dominant and women are submissive. The society believes that incest is natural and is the ultimate way to show true love between family members.
-Brittany also learns that her engagement to Bradley and her career as a lawyer were both set up by her Order of Syndom father.
-Brittany is overwhelmed by all the revelations but eventually accepts her natural position of submission….submitting to her parents, her in-laws and others in a full scale orgy.

Thanks: To MAB7991, Richard, and goamz for editing this story.

Bride Submission: Boss’s Bitch

The next morning, I woke up in my own bed, with Bradley lying beside me and wondering if yesterday had been real.

Had I really learned that my parents were members of a secret sex society called the Order of Syndom?

Had I really sucked and fucked my father-in-law to be, my fiancé’s uncle and his grandfather?

Had I actually eaten pussy for the first time…the pussies of young, bimbo strangers?

Had I fucked my father and pleasured my mother?

Was I now the lowest slut in a bizarre sexual hierarchy?

As I replayed my bizarre first meeting with my future in-laws, I knew the answer to all was yes. I rolled onto my side and looked at my fiancé. I had thought I knew everything about him, yet apparently I knew very little. Of course, that went for my own family too. My mother a sexual submissive? My father a dominant Master? And me…a sexual submissive to all?

Bradley opened his eyes and although groggy he could see in my eyes my confusion and insecurity. “Are you okay?” He asked.

“Well, everything I thought I knew about my life has been a facade. My family, my career, even my relationship with you,” I said, recalling the fact that my father had apparently arranged getting me my job and the love of my life.

“I didn’t know we were set up,” Bradley said. “I fell in love with you without any influence by the order.”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Yes, Brittany,” he said softly. “They may have set us up without our knowledge, but they can’t create the feelings I have for you.”

“Or that I have for you,” I countered, realizing he was right. Regardless of how we met, everything that happened after that were decisions made by Bradley and me.

“We can just run away,” he said sincerely.

“Really?” I asked. “Just up and leave our lives?”

“Yes,” he nodded. “If we stay, the Order will own us.”

“And you don’t want that?” I asked, flashing back to yesterday and him telling secrets about our sex life and him having incestuous sex with his sister and mother.

He paused.

“Be honest, Bradley,” I said, “I think I can handle anything after last night.”

He laughed, “Yes, you seemed to take everything thrown at you last night.”

“And in me,” I quipped.

He took a deep breath and said, “I love being a member of Syndom. It has been a big part of my life since I was eighteen.”

“Have you fucked other Syndom sluts since we started dating?” I asked, before adding, having learned yesterday that he had cheated on me with his sister during our relationship, “besides your slut sister.”

“Actually, no,” he said. “I have not been to any Syndom events since we started dating.”

“Honestly?” I asked, my heart warming at his being so faithful to me.

“Yes,” he admitted, “I didn’t want to lose you.” After a pause, “I still don’t want to lose you.”

“You still love me after all the sins I committed last night?” I asked, feeling both ashamed of my actions and yet oddly excited…my pussy getting damp under the sheets.

“It’s my fault for not warning you in advance,” he said, his face showing his guilt.

“No, I could have stood up for myself,” I replied, realizing the truth of my own actions. “The reality is I was drawn into the web of sex and my natural sexual desires of submission.”

“But I should have told you the full scope of the Order of Syndom,” he said.

“Is there even more than I learned last night?” I asked.

“Not really,” he said. “But once you officially join the Order, you are bound to it, as they will have a lot of dirt on you.”

“Hmmmm, you have never bound me,” I teased, my hand going to his cock.

“I’m saving that for the honeymoon,” he quipped back.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” I teased.

“Oh, I can keep them,” he smiled, leaning in and kissing me.

Breaking the kiss, he rolled away from me and said, standing up, “I also promised not to fuck you until after you say ‘I do’.”

“I do,” I said, wanting a morning fuck.

“Fuck, I love you, Brittany,” he said, his hard mushroom top sticking out of his briefs.

“Prove it,” I challenged, crawling over to him.

“There will be punishments for both of us if we break the rules,” he warned, making me instantly recall I was supposedly getting a punishment today for having come before I was allowed.

Fishing his cock out, I began stroking it, “Am I worth the punishment, baby?”

“Aaaah, you are insatiable,” he groaned, as I leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth.

After a few seconds, he said, “I think oral sex wouldn’t count as breaking the rules.”

“Mmmmmmm,” I moaned on his cock, as I began bobbing hungrily.

As usual, when we had morning sex, it didn’t take long to get his balls boiling and in a couple of minutes Bradley deposited a load of cum down my throat.

Pulling out, a minute later, he said, “You’re going to be late for work.”

“Damn you,” I whined, “are you really going to leave me all wet and wild?”

He shrugged and teased, “They say patience is a virtue.”

“Fine,” I sighed, ignoring the fire burning down below and getting out of bed.

“So, you’re okay with becoming a part of the Order of Syndom?”

“Yes, Master,” I smiled, knowing deep down that last night was the most intense, fulfilling night of my life and had opened up a whole new world for me.

Leaning in, he kissed me again. Breaking the kiss, he said, “I do love you, Brittany.”

“I love you too, Bradley,” I smiled back, knowing that as long as he was by my side nothing else mattered.

We had breakfast, showered and headed to work, as if today was just a normal day. Of course…it was anything but normal.

…..

I was in my office after lunch with a client of mine working on briefs for a case I was dealing with, when my secretary announced that Mr. Pickerton wanted to see me.

Instantly I panicked, knowing that Mr. Pickerton was a member of the Order. Would he have any clue of my many transgressions last night? He often called me in for discussions about cases, so being called by him wasn’t out of the ordinary…yet somehow I sensed this wasn’t about a case.

Taking a deep breath, I left my office, went to the elevator and headed to the top floor.

Getting off the elevator, I was surprised to see that his secretary, Mrs. Patterson, wasn’t there. I waited a couple of minutes before deciding to knock on his closed door.

“Come in, Ms. Peck,” Mr. Pickerton called out.

I entered and he added, “Please close the door.”

“Yes, sir,” I nodded, closing the door…filled with an eerie trepidation at what may lie ahead.

“So how are the wedding preparations going, Ms. Peck?” He asked casually.

“Crazy,” I admitted, today being my last day at work, taking off Thursday and Friday for the wedding this weekend and the following week as well for my honeymoon.

“I got an interesting phone call last night from your future father-in-law,” he said, my fears instantly realized.

“Oh!” I said.

“Apparently, I am to dish out your punishment,” he revealed rather matter-of-factly, “although I doubt you will think it is much of a punishment.”

“Please, sir,” I pleaded, “I really need to keep my work and private life separate.”

“That can be arranged,” he nodded in agreement, “the Order can protect you…if you are loyal to it.”

“But, I,” I began, but was interrupted.

“Come replace Mrs. Patterson, Brittany,” he ordered, as he rolled his chair back.

I watched stunned as Mrs. Patterson, a chubby, but very pretty woman in her late forties, who was usually ice cold at her desk, crawled out from under his desk. Without a word, she walked past me and out of the office.

“She has been a member of Syndom for over twenty-five years and man she can suck a cock,” he said, rather casually.

“Really?” I asked, shocked and yet after all I had learned recently nothing should have surprised me. Yet, the biggest bitch in the building being a submissive slut at first shocked me and then made me smile thinking how pretentious she was in her demeanour…ironically, just like me.

“Oh, you would be surprised how many members of the society there are in this city,” he said, before adding ominously, “more than a few of whom you have met.”

“Like who?” I asked, suddenly curious.

“Oh, they will let you know when the time is right,” he smiled. “Now, back to the task at hand, or should I say mouth?” he finished pointing to his crotch. I couldn’t see his cock from where I was standing, my view obstructed by his desk.

“I’m not sure I am comfortable with this, Mr. Pickerton,” I said, hating that already a decision made yesterday had come to my place of work.

“I wasn’t asking your opinion. Brittany,” he sighed. “Now get on your fucking knees under my desk or I give Walker a call.”

“Okay, okay,” I said shocked by his aggressive behavior, just beginning to understand the full scope of the Order of Syndom.

“Good girl,” he said, as he watched me walk around the desk.

I stopped in my tracks and gasped, “Holy fuck.”

He chuckled loudly, “Never seen a big black cock?”

“N-n-no,” I stammered, as I stared at the eleven inch black missile that was pointing directly at me.

“Well, then you’re in for a chocolate treat,” he said smiling. “And I know that all girls love chocolate.”

My mouth watered, my cunt leaked slightly at the thought of it in my mouth or cunt.

“Stop drooling over it and get under my desk,” he ordered, clearly amused at my stunned silence, “DA Smith will be here in five and he isn’t a member of the society.”

“Oh my,” I said, thinking I’d better hurry and get him off. I quickly got under the surprisingly spacious desk and got on my knees just as he rolled his chair back in.

Suddenly eager to have that big black fuck stick in my mouth, both out of curiosity and for the sake of speed, I took it in my hands, stunned again by how hard it was, as I took his mushroom top in my mouth.

He groaned, “Walker said once you get a cock in front of you the slut switch turns on.”

The words should have been insulting, but I had long crossed the line of embarrassment (I was currently on my knees, under a desk, in a professional business suit, sucking my boss’s massive cock). Instead, I focused on getting him off.

As I began bobbing back and forth, awkward at first in the confined area, I took four or five inches in. After a minute or two, he rolled back, his cock slipping out of my mouth, “Now Smith will be in here in a couple of minutes. My cock will remain in your cocksucking mouth until our meeting is over. Yet, I don’t want to come. Is that clear?”

“Y-y-you want me to stay under the desk during your meeting?” I asked, flabbergasted by his expectations.

“This is a punishment, Brittany. Although the reward for obedience will be eleven plus inches of black cock in that white cunt of yours,” he smiled, his plans for me clearly laid out before me, before adding, a devious smile on his face, “or your ass.”

“What if he hears me?” I asked.

“Then your career is probably over if he thinks you sucked and fucked your way to the top,” he answered, just as the intercom came on.

“DA Smith is here to see you,” Mrs. Patterson announced.

“Now be a good slut,” he said, rolling his chair back in as he pressed the button and said, “Let him in.”

My eyes were big as I took his cock in my mouth, the rest of my body paralyzed with the fear of getting caught.

A moment later, the door opened and DA Smith said, “Thanks for meeting me on such short notice.”

Mr. Pickerton welcomed, “I always have time for you, Bill.”

I heard him sit down on a chair on the other side of the desk, as I remained frozen with a couple inches of cock in my mouth.

Bill started, “How are the kids?”

“Getting bigger and louder,” he replied.

“Isn’t that always the truth,” Bill laughed.

“And what is new with you?” Mr. Pickerton asked.

“Between you and me, I am running for governor,” he revealed.

“Congratulations.”

I listened intently. If Bill became the governor, which he would have a great shot at, there would be an opening.

“And I was looking for support from your office,” Bill continued.

“Of course, you got it, Bill. Although it would suck to lose you,” Mr. Pickerton added, moving his ass up a bit, his cock going deeper into my mouth.

I took that as I was supposed to be sucking him and began slowly, nervously, sucking him as I tried to eavesdrop on the conversation.

“Thanks, I appreciate that,” Bill said.

“Of course. So when are you planning to announce that you’re running?”

“Next week,” Bill answered.

“Well, if I can do anything to help.”

“Your support is great.”

“On a different note, what do you think of Brittany Peck?” My boss asked, again making my eyes go wide.

“Professional or other?” Bill asked, his tone joking,

“I already know you would love to fuck her,” Mr. Pickerton chuckled, his cock vibrating in my mouth.

I couldn’t believe they would talk about me like a piece of meat.

“I would love to fuck that face of hers, she has amazing cocksucking lips,” Bill said. I again couldn’t believe he saw me like that. Although it was obvious Mr. Pickerton was allowing me to hear this, it was also obvious this wasn’t the first time I had been talked about so unprofessionally.

“She does have amazing cocksucking lips,” Mr. Pickerton agreed, as I continued slowly bobbing on his cock.

“Although I wouldn’t mind tapping her ass, too,” Bill added, with a laugh.

Mr. Pickerton laughed too. “Your obsession for fucking girls in the ass is an unhealthy fetish.”

Bill defended, “I like to see women submit to the naughtiest taboo and give in to me unconditionally.”

“Sex equals power,” Mr. Pickerton pointed out.

“As true today as it was hundreds of years ago,” Bill agreed.

I had always wanted to be a fly in the room able to hear what the men talked about, and now hearing it I was appalled at how little had changed. Yet, ironically, being on my knees, sucking my boss’s cock, it was hard to protest and defend that things had changed. I had worked my whole life to become a respected lawyer, to be taken as a professional woman, and yet in just one day my whole journey of feminism was shattered.

Pickerton concurred, “Men will always run the world.”

“And women will always reluctantly take it up the ass to climb the ladder thinking they can one day be a leader,” Bill added.

“Good to know,” Pickerton said.

“I have to go to another meeting, but we should have lunch soon,” Bill said.

“I have to finish something I started, too,” Pickerton replied, his implication obvious to me.

They said their goodbyes and Pickerton finished with, “Be sure to consider Ms. Peck for the DA position.”

“Oh, I consider her all the time,” Bill retorted, his tone implying he saw me more as an ass to fuck than a woman to hire, which pissed me off even as I continued slowly sucking cock.

The door closed, Bill rolled back, his cock sliding out of my mouth. “Did you learn anything?”

“All men are pigs,” I replied from my position of humiliation under his desk.

“Oink,” he shrugged, before ordering, “come bend over my desk I only have a few minutes.”

I crawled out from under his desk, thankful to be off my knees, and asked, “Do you guys always talk about women as pieces of meat?”

“Not always,” he replied, before adding, “but you need to understand regardless of the Order of Syndom men still run things.”

“It doesn’t have to be that way,” I protested, as I stood up, knees sore, frustrated at the chauvinistic reality…even after all I learned and submitted to yesterday.

“Bend over the desk, Ms. Peck,” he ordered, his tone firm, ignoring my soap box protest.

I sighed. After yesterday, I had learned that resistance to the hierarchy is futile, plus undeniably my cunt was wet at the thought of his big black cock inside me. So instead of continuing to protest, I obeyed, frustrated at my weakness, frustrated by my predicament, frustrated at the reality that my determined existence was a facade and yet I was eager to feel his cock in me.

“Good girl,” he purred, which added to my shame of obedience.

He flipped up my dress and said approvingly, “Thigh highs, very nice.”

“Thank you sir,” I nodded, as his hands squeezed my ass.

“But,” he said, his tone shifting to disappointment, “an Order of Syndom slut doesn’t wear panties.”

“Sorry, sir,” I apologized, not wanting to be punished.

He pressed the intercom on his desk, “Mrs. Patterson, could you please bring me some scissors.”

He sat back in his chair as I remained bent over his desk waiting for further humiliation knowing that his bitch of a secretary would soon see me in a very unprofessional position.

He asked, “Do you want Bill’s job?”

“Yes,” I admitted, the conversation of my career strange considering the situation.

“He will have the most say in his replacement,” he continued.

“So I should offer up my ass?” I asked, not even sarcastically like my mind was thinking, but slutty like I already understood that it was the way to climb the political ladder.

“It definitely wouldn’t hurt,” he agreed, just as Mrs. Patterson entered.

I looked at her and she smiled a knowing smile.

Mr. Pickerton ordered, “Please cut off the slut’s panties.”

“She’s wearing panties?” she questioned with a condescending admonishment.

“She’s a slow learner,” he said, as she reached me and roughly cut my panties off.

“I’ll help train her, sir,” she offered.

“You’ve wanted her forever haven’t you?” he asked, revealing another surprise to me.

“God, yes,” she said with disdain, as she shoved my cut panties in my mouth. “I have always wanted to put this bitch in her place.”

I gasped into my surprisingly wet panties shocked that this bitch secretary called me a bitch.

“Get her ass ready for my cock,” he ordered, as my eyes got wide, his cock much bigger than any that had been in my back door the day before.

“I’d love to,” she said, pressing two fingers roughly into my cunt, as she said amused, “She’s fucking drenched.”

“Wouldn’t you be if you knew you were getting a big black cock in you?” he asked.

“You know I would,” she replied playfully, as she added a third finger into me.

Although it was rough, it was somehow turning me on, as they talked about me as if I wasn’t there.

“Fist her,” he ordered.

I again gasped into my panties as another first occurred when she immediately obeyed his order shoving her whole fist up my well lubricated cunt. I screamed, as my cunt was widened unnaturally, my panties falling out of my mouth. “Fuuuuuck.”

She slapped my ass hard making me yelp. “Put your panties back in your fucking mouth and don’t you dare make a sound, you pretentious little fucking bitch.”

Her tone fierce, I quickly obeyed, shoving my panties back in my mouth like an obedient child as she began pumping her arm in and out of my cunt. I whimpered and moaned into my panties as I was fisted and violated like a cheap slut.

“Gape her ass,” he ordered.

“With pleasure,” she agreed, as she pulled her fist roughly from my cunt and slid two fingers inside my ass. She wiggled her fingers around and said, “It’s already pretty loose, sir. I’m guessing she is already a pretty dirty ass slut.”

“Is that true, Ms. Peck? Are you already a dirty ass slut?” he asked, pulling my panties out of my mouth.

“Yeeeeeees,” I admitted, as she slipped a third finger in my rear.

He shoved the panties back in my mouth and asked, “Is she ready?”

“No one can be ready for that big snake of yours, sir,” she answered, clearly lusting after his cock.

He laughed boisterously, “Touché,” before I felt his strong hands on my hips. “Get the lube.”

“Not sure the bitch deserves it,” she said, smirking at me, her disdain for me obvious.

“Don’t want to rip her apart before she has all her submission gatherings,” he said, reminding me of the many different events my father-in-law had informed me were going to happen between now and my wedding.

“Fine,” she shrugged, opening a drawer and pulling out a tube of lube.

She roughly lubed my asshole, her fingers violating me once again, before he ordered, “Lick her cunt, while I fuck her ass.”

She sighed heavily, clearly thinking she was below such a task, but I smiled thinking of her pleasuring me.

I closed my eyes, preparing for the burn that was inevitable as his thick cock would widen my ass unnaturally.

Without any more discussion, I felt his cockhead pushing against my asshole and after a brief resistance he broke through and I whimpered into my panties as an intense pain immediately began.

A couple of seconds later, I felt her tongue on my cunt which immediately created an intense contrast of pleasure and pain.

He slowly continued to penetrate deeper into my ass as he said, “For such an ass slut, you have one fucking tight ass.”

“Not for long,” she quipped from beneath me.

He laughed again, “That’s definitely true.”

I just kept my teeth clenched together as his violation of my ass continued, the bitch’s tongue on my pussy at least countering somewhat the pain that was not fading away.

“Dammit,” he sighed. “I have to get going soon, your true anal training will have to wait until after your honeymoon, Brittany.” As he began fucking my ass, although only half his cock was in me.

After a few strokes, the pain, like it had the first time I took a cock up my ass, began to fade and an indescribable pleasure began to slowly build.

“Fuck, I love your ass, Brittany,” he grunted. “I can’t wait to really give it the full Pickerton invasion.”

I moaned, as I got used to his thick cock in my ass, and began to want to take more in me.

“You like my cock in your ass?” he asked, as he began fucking me faster.

Spitting out my panties, I admitted, “Oh God yes, fuck my ass harder.”

“You really are an insatiable slut just like Walker said you were,” he approved, before continuing, “I knew your father was a member of the society, but I couldn’t fathom you being a submissive cock slut at first.”

“Oh, I am,” I moaned.

“But you’re such a straight line feminist,” he pointed out.

“Can’t I be both?” I asked.

“A feminist and a slut?” he questioned.

I knew instantly the terms were contradictory, but the reality was, I was the oxymoron of the two worlds colliding. “Yeeees,” I moaned, “now fill your feminist slut’s ass with all that big cock of yours.”

“You’re not ready for it all,” he warned.

“Slam that big fucking snake in my asshole,” I demanded.

“You asked for it,” he said, seemingly surprised by my hunger.

I grabbed the edges of the desk in preparation for the hard thrust I was anticipating, craving and screamed as all eleven inches filled my ass and his body slammed into mine so hard the desk moved. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” I screamed, a mixture of burning fire and orgasmic euphoria cascading through me.

“Drill her ass,” Mrs. Patterson snidely quipped as my head went light.

He continued pounding my ass as the pleasure and pain principle continued to create a sensation that riddled my very being. So close to orgasm, I babbled incoherently, “Oh God, fuck, yes, aaaaah, shiiit, close, close, sooooooo close.”

I was so close to coming, the double pleasure and unbelievable feeling of my ass being so full was causing such intensity in pleasure that I thought I might pass out…yet my orgasm, so close, wouldn’t burst, instead simmering so close to the surface.

Mrs. Patterson laughed, as she slipped two fingers in my cunt, “Come, you nasty slut.”

Finding my g-spot, I obeyed her demand, as I screamed, not even thinking of the words coming out of my mouth, “Thaaaaank you, Mistreeeeeeeess,” as the avalanche of euphoria, crashed down on me hard.

I just lay bent over the desk, my body drained of all energy, my mind empty of rational thought, as he continued to pound my ass, and she continued to tap on my clit…my orgasm refusing to stop pulsing through me.

A few deep thrusts later, my black Master announced, “Here comes my cum,” as he shot his load deep in my ass.

I moaned, “Oh yes, fill my ass with your cum,” as I tightened my ass cheeks trying to milk his cock for every last drop of his sticky seed.

She pulled her fingers out of my cunt, my pussy juice leaking out of me like a tap left running and he pulled out of my ass, his cum dripping out of me. I felt like a dirty slut, humiliation setting in as my orgasm faded and the reality of my submission came flooding back.

Mr. Pickerton said, “I have a meeting to go to. Brittany, congratulations on your upcoming wedding and I look forward to continuing your training when you return to work.”

“Yes, sir,” I weakly agreed, happy he was leaving.

“Mrs. Patterson, she owes you an orgasm, but don’t keep her too long, I imagine she has work to do before she heads out tonight for her family orgy,” he said casually, as if he was talking about the weather.

“Hmmmm, I have the perfect place for her to return the favour,” she purred, standing up and smiling deviously.

“I’m sure you do,” he chuckled, as he walked out of the office.

She said firmly, “Straighten up, slut, and meet me at my desk.”

“Okay,” I weakly agreed.

“Okay, Mistress,” she corrected.

“Sorry, Mistress,” I apologized, finally standing straight up.

“Oh, you will be if you are not a hundred percent obedient,” she warned, walking out.

I stretched and wobbled, my head still light from the orgasm and wondering how I was ever going to get my life to resemble some sort of normality. Taking a few deep breaths to recover, I walked out of the office, his cum still leaking out of my ass.

“Under my desk,” she ordered, not even looking at me, as she rolled her chair back.

Understanding her earlier warning, I didn’t protest, even though the area was a lot smaller than the one under Mr. Pickerton’s. Once under the desk, she rolled her chair back under, her legs wide open.

I didn’t need instructions as I buried my head between her legs, under her dress and began licking her completely shaved pussy.

“Go slow, slut, I want this to last,” she ordered.

“Yes, Mistress,” I whispered in shame from my submissive position as I continued licking.

Over the next thirty minutes I licked slowly, was ordered to stop each time the phone rang, and sat frozen in fear as another colleague of mine chatted with her. Mrs. Patterson seemed to revel in the fact that I was under the desk and clearly prolonged the conversation longer than necessary.

Eventually, she grabbed my head and began grinding her cunt on my face, finally coming all over me.

Once her orgasm was done, she rolled her chair out and ordered, “You can fix your make-up, you look like a cheap slut, but don’t wash my pussy juice off your face.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I nodded, getting out of the confined space and standing up, my knees aching.

“Go, slut,” she said, her tone full of disdain as she waved me off.

I scurried out and rushed directly to the restroom where I looked at myself in the mirror. I barely recognized myself: my face shiny, my make-up running and my hair dishevelled. I couldn’t believe that twenty-four hours ago I was living a completely different life. I tried to fix my hair and face as best I could as I had left my purse in my office.

Doing an adequate job, I took the stairs down to my floor, to avoid colleagues, and ignored my secretary who said something to me as I walked into my office and closed my door.

Collapsing in my chair at my desk, I closed my eyes and tried to calm down, my anxiety at a new high.

The intercom came on, “Ms. Peck, DA Smith is here to see you.”

My eyes went wide again as I quickly grabbed my purse. I replied, “Please tell him I need a couple of minutes to finish with an issue.”

“Of course, Ms. Peck,” she agreed.

I went to my private bathroom and tried to make myself respectable as I shifted from submissive slut to professional lawyer…although knowing what I now knew…I would play sexy professional lawyer in an attempt to have him consider me as his replacement.

As I added a fresh coat of lipstick, I wondered, ‘would Bradley be okay with me sleeping my way to the DA’s job?’ Considering he had fucked his sister without my knowledge, I figured I owed him one.

I finished freshening up, confident I had both the professional and physical attributes to get the job.

Deciding that being a part of the Order of Syndom should also enhance my professional life, I went to my desk ready to use my sexy wiles to show DA Smith I was the perfect candidate for the job.

Just then I got a text from Dad:

Baby Slut,
Meet the family at McGavin’s at six.
An outfit for the evening will be dropped off at your office this afternoon.
Master Daddy

My cunt tingled as I read the text and the promise of tonight. Would my two brothers be there? Grandpa? Uncles and aunties? Was tonight going to be an incest orgy with me as the center piece?

Horny again, I put my phone away, unbuttoned two buttons on my blouse, creating a valley of flesh to tease, pushed a piece of paper off my desk and pressed the intercom button, “Please let DA Smith in.”

Tonight was a few hours away, right now I had to focus on the task at hand….convincing DA Smith I was the right woman for the job.

He walked in and I stood up and walked over to him. I offered my hand and my dazzling smile, “It’s great to see you, sir.”

“You too, Ms. Peck,” he smiled, looking directly down at my ample cleavage I had created just for him, before adding, “It won’t be Ms. Peck for much longer, though.”

“Oh, I plan on keeping my maiden name,” I pointed out, although I wasn’t sure that was true after all that had transpired…did I even have a say in such matters anymore?

“Good for you,” he nodded.

“What can I do for you?” I asked, walking towards my desk, stopping at the corner of my desk to bend down and pick up the piece of paper I had dropped earlier, allowing him to get a good long look at my firm ass.

“Um, well, I,” he struggled, obviously distracted by my curves.

Standing back up, I asked, smiling, “You okay?”

“Y-y-yes,” he stammered, trying to regain his composure. “Just need to talk to you quickly about something.”

“Sure, what about?” I asked, turning around and leaning on my desk, allowing him a great view of my nylon-clad legs.

He sat down and slyly adjusted himself before he continued, “Can you keep a secret?”

“Of course.”

“I am running for governor.”

“That is great,” I smiled warmly, bending down to give him a congratulatory hug and a lengthy view of my breasts. Standing back up, I added, “You are the perfect candidate.”

“Thank you,” he nodded, his face clearly showing surprise at my rather uncharacteristic warmth. “The reason I am here is, if I win, there would obviously be an opening for a district attorney and Mr. Pickerton recommended you.”

“He did,” I replied, moving back to my desk and sitting down. “That was awful big of him.”

“And I agree, you would be a great possible candidate,” he continued, continuing to look at my breasts more than my eyes.

“Thank you, sir,” I said, noticing he used the word ‘possible’.

“Oh please, call me Bill.”

“Only if you call me Brittany,” I smiled back.

“So, are you interested?” he asked.

“Of course,” I nodded, before adding, my tone not dripping with flirtation but enough, I hoped, to make my point, “I would do anything to get that job.”

“Well, I don’t think there is anyone more qualified than you,” he complimented.

“Thank you,” I smiled, before adding, “but I have seen many men less qualified than me get positions I should have gotten.”

Bill shook his head. “At the District Attorney’s office you are judged on your ability and not your sex.”

I smiled and leaned forward, allowing my breasts to practically fall out of my blouse, “Can’t it be both?”

Bill’s eyes went wide as he stared at my cleavage utterly speechless.

I stood up and moved back around my desk as I explained, “I know how the game works Bill. The system is one massive boy’s club. That said, I have something to offer that none of the boys in the club can offer.”

With that, I dropped to my knees and put my hand on his very hard cock.

After a moment of shock at my aggressive approach, he quickly took control, smiling confidently. “So, you are willing to do whatever it takes?”

I squeezed his cock firmly, “I am a hundred percent team player.”

“Is that so?” he asked.

“Although for a full hundred percent participation I need to be more than just a ‘possible’ candidate,” I continued, fishing his cock out of his pants.

“I usually do a thorough interview before I ever hire someone,” He countered.

“Let’s do some oral dictation first,” I quipped and devoured his six inch cock.

“Oooooh,” he groaned, probably quite surprised that someone he had gone head-to-head with on many occasions was now giving him head.

I bobbed on his cock hungrily, easily deep-throating him, for a couple of minutes, before taking his cock out of my mouth and asking, “What is the next part of the interview?”

“A complete physical,” he smiled. “Got to make sure you are healthy and able to work the long gruelling hours that the job entails.”

I stood up and asked coyly, “Should I get out of this skirt?”

“I want to see those tits you are always flaunting first,” he ordered, no longer surprised by the shift in context.

“You mean these?” I asked coyly, cupping my breasts.

He stood up, and demanded, “I don’t have a lot of time to flirt, Brittany. Show me your tits now.”

I obeyed, taking off my blouse, willing to do anything for him to give me my dream job.

“Bra too,” he ordered.

I again obeyed.

“Very nice,” he approved, cupping my breasts.

“I’m happy you approve,” I smiled.

“Usually, I would do a very through interview, but I think I will get right to the final question,” he said, as he turned me around, pushed me over my desk and tugged down my skirt. “No panties and thigh highs,” he said his tone implying he was surprised and impressed.

I replied, “I dress as a professional on the outside and a slut underneath.”

“Well done,” he approved, “the only question left is do you allow access to all three of your holes?”

“I like to think I’m a fuck two holes and get the third for free kind of girl,” I quipped trying to be witty.

He pulled his pants down and said, “I hope to test out all your holes, Brittany, but I have time constraints at the moment.”

“I see,” I pouted, “well, I guess this will just have to be a test drive for now and you can do a more thorough test when you have time.”

His hands went to my hips and I felt his cock between my ass cheeks, “I will definitely take you up on that offer, Brittany.”

“I hope you doooo,” I moaned, as his cock slowly slid into my ass.

“Fuck, so tight,” he groaned, as he slowly slid deeper into my back door.

As he started slowly fucking my ass, he said, “I’m a little surprised by your enthusiasm.”

I moaned, “I’m a lot more than meets the eye.”

He continued slowly fucking me until I demanded, “Come on stud, don’t make love to my ass, pound it.”

“Shit, Brittany, you really are a wild one,” he chuckled, as he obliged my request, beginning to slam into my ass. His cock much smaller than Mr., Pickerton’s, I easily took it all.

A couple more minutes and he warned, “I’m going to come soon, my little ass slut.”

Wanting to taste his cum, I moaned, “I want it down my throat.”

“As you wish,” he agreed, moving back.

I quickly dropped to my knees and devoured his cock. After a couple quick bobs, he grabbed my head and began fucking my face, his balls bouncing off my chin. Soon he grunted, “Here it comes, my slut,” and he deposited his load down my throat.

After the majority of his load slid down my throat, he slowed down and let go of my head. Pulling out a moment later, he smiled, “If I win, you win.”

“Either way, you win,” I smiled back, licking the head of his cock.

He chuckled, pulling up his pants, “Touché.”

Once he was gone, I went back to my desk, and tried to work. Yet, the knowledge that tonight I was supposed to be the centerpiece of a family orgy began to dominate my thoughts.

Looking at the clock, I sighed, it was going to be a long next few hours.

The end for now…

Coming next: Bride Submission: Family Orgy

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Fifth in the series, and a continuation of Lisa’s Punishment, which should be read first.

Driving home, Lisa was ecstatic. She’d just had the kinkiest, most satisfying sexual experience of her life, and she couldn’t wait to tell Kim about it. Unfortunately she’d promised Mr. Evans she’d keep it a secret. She could clearly see how he’d get fired for sure if the school found out, plus everyone would think she was some kind of freaky slut. But oh my god, it was so awesome, and Kim was practically her girlfriend, she knew she could keep a secret, and there was no way she couldn’t tell her.

As she drove, though, it started to sink in what had happened, and the more she thought about it, the more she wondered why he did it. Mr. Evans had always been such a nice guy, like a friend, and she and all the other girls, not to mention their parents, trusted him implicitly. Who knew underneath he was a raging pervert who would string a girl up and fuck her after a thorough spanking. It didn’t really occur to her that he might have known she would be into it, or that it had been carefully planned out. For all she knew this is what he did for fun. Then she thought, oh shit, what if he’s doing some of the other girls too?

As she pulled up to her house and ran upstairs to shower and change, the emotions began to mix into a slow boil; her full-body satisfaction was being replaced by a growing confusion as more questions kept coming up. It just didn’t make sense that this would suddenly happen the way it did.

“How was practice, dear?” her mom asked from down the hall. It was later than she usually got home, and there was an underlying inquiry in her mother’s tone.

She had to mentally regroup. “Oh, fine. Turns out we left a bunch of stuff behind on Saturday, and we got in a ton of trouble for it.” She was trying to sound as normal as possible. “Then I had to stay afterwards to talk to coach about it.”

“Dee called a little while ago,” her mom continued from the doorway of her room, apparently satisfied with the explanation. “She just got back from school and said you should call her.”

“K, thanks,” Lisa said, hurrying into her room to avoid the possibility of a face to face. She was a pretty good liar, as any teenager would be, but there was way more to hide here, plus there might be some extra funky fragrances wafting about. She tossed her well-used workout clothes onto one of the many piles of clothes, hiding them in plain sight, put on her robe, and scurried to the bath.

In the shower the hot water made her ass smart a bit, and she giggled at the absurdity of it. She rubbed her wrists, which were sore and a little red from the binding, hoping there wouldn’t be an leftover marks she’d have to explain. As she stood there under the soothing flow, she went through the afternoon and the past few days in her mind, looking for clues as to how it all came about. She also analyzed how Mr. Evans had been behaving towards the other girls, to see if there was anything going on there. But she came up with nothing.

Once out of the shower and toweling off, she thought back about what she’d told Dee about the weird way coach kept bumping into her, wondering if that had gotten him worked up, too. Then she stopped. Dee. She’d told Dee all this stuff. About the bumping, about thinking he was hot. Oh my god, even about the spanking. She threw on her robe and ran back to her room. She went through her bag to find her phone. Yup, Dee called her cell too. There had to be something to that. She was about to hit the call back when she had a wtf moment. Her gratification with having figured part of it out gave way to more confusion. Did Dee just tell him about her? Was she in on it? If so, that could mean she was doing him too. Her emotions boiled up again through small doses of anger, jealousy, embarrassment, and annoyance. Then she composed herself a bit. It was still the best fuck she’d ever had, and she was surely hoping for more of it. She sat and pondered a moment what she was going to say to Dee. She finally decided she’d say nothing and see how it played out. She hit the button.

“Hey, what’s up!” Dee said excitedly on the other end. “I just got back, can you hang out tonight?’

Sounded like normal Dee so far. “Yeah, maybe. I got a little homework to do, but you know what, fuck it, I’m a senior; they can’t fail me now, right? Want me to see what Kim’s doing? We can probably hang out over there later.” She still wanted to tell Kim about it all, and there was no way she wasn’t going to see her this evening.

“Sure, I gotta have dinner with my folks, but I’ll check in after seven and see where you’re at.”

“Cool, talk to you later.” She hung up. Nothing suspicious there. She dialed Kim.

“Hey sweetness,” Kim said, “How’d your talk with coach go?” Kim had left with the rest of the team after they got chewed out.

“Um, interestingly. What are you doing now?” She wasn’t going to talk about it on the phone, but she really couldn’t wait, and there was no way she could pull off sitting through dinner with her mom. She had to find an excuse to get out.

“Whoa, what’s ‘interestingly’ mean, Speedy Puss? What’s going on?” Speedy Puss was Kim’s nickname for Lisa, which packed multiple meanings, both obvious and private. “My folks are going out in a few, so come on over. But you gotta give me a hint first, or there’ll be no desert.”

“Sorry, Shake, no dice, too big. See you in a about fifteen.” She hung up. Shake was short for chocolate shake, her playful reference to her mixed race, but also handy for other allusions, like ‘Do you want fries with that shake.’ Her phone buzzed with a text, from Kim. “Bitch,” was all it said. She smiled and got herself ready, told her mom she was going to Kim’s, then headed out the door.

Lisa’s mom, Paula, was pretty accepting of her daughter’s behavior. It really wasn’t that bad compared to some of the stuff she knew was going on with other kids. If she wasn’t doing her homework, she spent most of her time either at practice or with Kim, so she didn’t have to worry too much about. And even though it was supposed to be a secret, she pretty much knew there was something going on between the two. But hey, it was better than having to fret over some infested boy knocking her daughter up. She’d been divorced five years now, and was just as happy to have her little girl avoiding the opposite sex for the time being. Plenty of time to learn that hard lesson in the future.

Kim’s parents were just pulling out as Lisa drove up. They waved from the car, and she waved back heading up the path to the door. She walked in and headed back to the kitchen to find Kim. They shared a big wet kiss and a nice hug the way they usually did when no one was around, then held each other about the waist for a moment longer.

“So, what the fuck, Puss, why the mystery? What happened?” Kim was not one to waste time.

“Um, this is going to take a while to spell out, so relax.” Lisa said to calm her girl down. “I’m not hiding anything, but jeez, let me figure out where to start.” She released her embrace and sat down at the table.

“Hiding anything?!” Kim said, eyes wide, as she resumed munching her snack, standing at the counter. “What the hell?”

“Yeah, I know. Trust me, holy crap.” The magnitude of what had happened and how she was going to explain it was hitting her again. “Ok, first, and completely, completely serious, this goes nowhere, right? You tell not one single person, or seriously bad things happen, so promise. Promise or I never touch your pretty, bald snatch ever again.”

“Oh, you’ll touch it,” Kim said smugly, “but I promise already, go.”

Lisa sat for about ten seconds, thinking through how to start conveying everything that was relevant to the event, then, overwhelmed, just jumped to a starting point.

“He spanked me.”

“WHAT?!” Kim was incredulous, her hand to her mouth as she burst out laughing. “You’re kidding me, right? Oh my god, he did not spank you!” She was nearly in tears laughing. Lisa felt a huge weight lift as she realized the ridiculousness of it, and started laughing a little too.

“Oh, boy he sure did, and it was amazing!”

“Wait,” Kim came back around, “like, sexual spanking? Like you’ve been a naughty little girl, bent over the knee spanking??”

“No, not really. Better than that,” she said with an oddly defensive tone. “You’d better sit down so I can go over it.”

Kim sat down across from her and listened to her story. She, of course, knew Lisa had a thing for Mr. Evans, and about how things had gotten increasingly weird with the whole personal space deal. But in no way was she expecting to hear about the incredibly erotic way he’d disciplined her friend. Lisa had only gotten so far as the end of the spanking when Kim finally said something, thinking that was the extent of it.

“Wow, that was HOT. Makes me want to screw up more around him. How’s your ass feeling?”

Lisa looked at her kinda puzzled, not realizing at first she thought that was all there was to it. “It’s getting better, but it really hurt for a while. The shower made it sting all over again.”

“Man, that is pretty crazy. What are you going to do now?” still not getting it.

“Um, there’s a whole lot more that happened, Shake. That was just the beginning.” She went on to tell her about the finger fucking, which both shocked and aroused Kim. Lisa was quiet for another moment, trying to formulate the words for the next part, and Kim again erroneously assumed the story was over.

“That is messed up. I mean, kind of in a good way, but still. Wow.” Her friend’s continued silence and guilty look clued her in. “You gotta be kidding me. There’s MORE??”

As she explained the final bit of it, Kim’s expression washed out as she succumbed to sensory overload. Lisa thought, my poor vanilla lover. Maybe this will open up your eyes to some adventurousness. She finished relating the rest of it, all the way up to how her butt hurt on the way home, then sat waiting for it to sink in.

Kim was just staring at this point, mouth agape. Then finally she sort of laughed and said, “You let him tie you to a door and fuck you? Oh, my, GOD, you whore!” she shouted, laughing hysterically again.

Lisa just sat there taking it, with a sheepish look beneath a beaming little grin. “Yup, I sure, did. And Kimmy, it was un-fucking-believable!!”

“You’re un-fucking-believable!” Kim said, jumping up out of her chair, “and you get another spanking for it!”

Lisa instinctively got up and started running away, laughing. “No-no-no-no-no!” She ran down the hall and up the stairs to escape Kim, hot on her heels. They were both shrieking and laughing as they ended up in Kim’s room on the bed, Lisa on her back, Kim on top trying to flip her over against her protesting.

“No, no, Kimmy, you can’t. It still hurts!” she said through her laughter. Kim was tickling her to get her to roll, pulling up her shirt to get to her skin.

“Aw, does widdle Wisa have a sore bottom?” she cooed sarcastically, still mercilessly tickling her. “Maybe you better let your pretty Shake kiss it an make it all better.” She focused all her tickling to one side, making Lisa roll defensively in that direction, and finally flipped her over. Once Kim had her on her stomach, she ran her hands lightly up under Lisa’s shirt, caressing her back, easing the tension away. As she felt her start to relax, she sat up, and smacked her playfully on the ass.

“Ouch!” Lisa squealed.

“That’s for going off and fucking some smelling man and bringing me your sloppy seconds,” she chided.

“Hey, I took a shower before I came over,” she protested. “And he’s not smelly, either. He smells kinda nice.”

Smack again, though not as hard. “And that’s for sassing me.”

“Hey, stop, seriously,” Lisa giggled. “Be nice!”

Kim continued to caress her back. She rubbed up to her shoulder blades and leaned forward. Lisa’s curly brown hair was cut short enough to expose her neck, something Kim always liked. She kissed her pale skin, working her way around to her ear.

“I’m terribly jealous, you know,” she whispered playfully. “You should have told me you liked to be dominated. I would have played along.” She emphasized her point by biting her ear.

Lisa wasn’t expecting that. She’d previously thought Kim was pretty tame sexually, and assumed it was just how she was. Now she felt bad that it was just poor communication. She propped herself up on her elbows.

“I’m sorry, Shake,” she said sincerely. “I hope you’re not too mad at me. I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”

Kim responded by lifting Lisa’s shirt up and over her head, then pushed her back down onto the bed. Then she took off her own shirt, revealing her soft, round 32Cs. Her dark, stiff nipples stood out nicely against the mocha background of her skin. Her hair was down, allowing her long loose ringlets to drape partially over her breasts. She leaned forward again, letting her nipples trace along against Lisa’s back, allowing the weighty flesh of her globes to do the caressing, some thing both of them found incredibly arousing. “Oh my god, Kimmy. You have such great tits for that.”

“I’m so glad you like them,” she said continuing for a moment before sitting back up. “Lift your hips, please. We need to take these off.” As Lisa raised her hips, Kim reached under to undo her fly, then pulled her jeans down over her full white cotton panties. “What’s this? You bring panties into my house??” she teased. Whenever they got together, the understanding was that the underwear stayed home.

“I told you my ass hurts, but you didn’t believe me. I tried not wearing any, but the denim was too scratchy.”

Kim gently massaged her friend’s perfect ass through the panties with both hands. The fact that they never wore them around each other, and the novelty of the innocent schoolgirl look was unexpectedly turning her on, even though it was unintentional on Lisa’s part. Kim seemed to be discovering her kinking side. She scooched back, straddling Lisa’s thighs, and leaned down to tickle her nipples against the fabric for a few strokes, then, unable to resist, she moved back further and brought her face downward, pressing into her butt while squeezing it once again with her hands. She buried herself into her friend’s pantied ass, rubbing small circles into it, reveling in the warm softness and the girlish aroma of it. Then she began nibbling, taking small bites at first, but gradually taking more and more flesh into to her mouth, until she gave into her lust and was essentially chewing on it, leaving wet circles where her mouth had been.

Lisa’s reaction alternated between purrs of approval and occasional squeaks of discomfort when the bites became too aggressive. Given as they were through he fabric the overall affect was soothing to her skin, and as her panties became wetter and wetter with Kim’s saliva they felt like a balm on her tender skin.

“I think I’m going to eat you alive,” Kim said in a throaty voice as she continued chewing and drooling, soaking Lisa’s panties to the point of translucence over several minutes as she attempted to devour her flesh. She moved in random patterns around the full breadth of her cheeks, and in between as far as her face would reach with Lisa’s thighs held together. What she wasn’t biting she was vigorously kneading, causing a new mixture of pleasure and pain in her friend’s already abused posterior.

“Oh my gosh, Shake, that feels so good,” Lisa said tentatively, “but it’s starting to hurt too much…”

“Good,” she said, matter-of-factly, sitting up to observe her handiwork. “Then you’re just about ready.” The wet, see-thru panties made a squishing sound as Kim squeezed hard, digging her fingers in and forcing her thumbs into the gap between her thighs, eventually working them beneath the fabric. Lisa’s cleft was soaked from spit and her own excitement, and Kim used her thumbs to fully massage this area, from the opening of her pussy to her tiny tight ass hole, and up between her cheeks. As she rubbed Lisa’s wet lips, she dug in extra hard with her fingertips until her nails pressed deeply, nearly tearing the wet material. The pain and pleasure of it was driving Lisa mad. She just wanted the agonizing pain to stop, and the fucking to start, and she attempted to squirm her way loose from Kim’s inescapable grip like a whiny child.

“Oh, no, Speedy Puss, no fast relief for you today,” she said, tightening her grip while straightening her elbows, using her body weight to press her friend into the bed and forcing the fidgeting to stop. “That’s better. I’m going to be nice now, promise, unless you don’t cooperate. So be a good little bad girl for me, K?” She leaned over and gave her kiss on the cheek, and whispered in her ear, “Now, as much as I’ve enjoyed soaking your pretty panties for you, I’m afraid the time has come for them to go.” Lisa smiled and lifter her hips to allow Kim to pull the sopping mess down her legs, tossing them to the floor with a ‘plop’. Kim took the opportunity to stand and remove her own jeans, revealing her fully waxed pussy and impossibly tight, round, athletic ass. Lisa was watching her while lying on her stomach patiently, and the sight made her cream anew.

Climbing back onto her friend, she straddled her butt and said, “First we’ll start with a nice pussy massage.” She licked her fingers and reached between her legs to massaged her pussy to get her lips good and wet and nicely opened for maximum contact. She let out a small moan as her loins were finally able to get some long overdue attention. Lowering herself down, she placed her lips to the still wet skin of Lisa’s ass, and began to grind herself about, her own wetness making things slicker still.

Even though she wasn’t getting any direct stimulus from it, Lisa was happy to at last have the torment over with. And the sensation of a smooth, wet pussy rubbing against her butt was extremely arousing in its own way. Kim probably wouldn’t cum from it, but she sure knew how to get as much pleasure as possible from the motion, and her increasingly passionate noises confirmed this.

After several minutes of humping, Kim managed to pry herself away, and lowered her face once again to her friend’s ass, now shiny with her own sex. She began to place a series of tiny kisses over the entire area, from the small of her back, to the sides of her hips, to the tops of her thighs, and back up through the middle to begin again. She could taste herself as she licked her lips, and the mixture of scents rising up was intoxicating. She began to lick the skin of Lisa’s increasingly sticky butt, in essence cleaning it for her. After everything her bum had endured today, the sensation was beyond description. Soothing, arousing, healing, pampering, all wrapped up into one fantastic feel. Then she felt Kim’s tongue slid down between her cheeks, and she instinctively parted her thighs as wide as her knees would go.

Kim tickled her anus for a good while, enjoying the musky taste of her tight hole as it resisted then accepted her darting advances. They were now lying beside each other on the bed, Kim resting her body on the side of Lisa’s, her head towards her feet, her breasts nestled against Lisa’s back. As she moved more deeply towards the pussy she yearned to taste, Kim felt Lisa’s fingers begin to explore her own, and she pressed her hips forward encouragingly. With her own hand she began to massage Lisa’s clit, knowing she could get her to cum almost immediately. She could have tortured her further by bringing her to the brink, but it had been a pretty rough day for her sweetie, and she was dying to pop her once just to see her do it. The movement of the hand on her own pussy became more erratic as Lisa’ moans increased, until it finally stopped altogether, merely gripping her thigh. While she continued to lick the sweet taste of Lisa’s pink petals, Kim’s fingers rubbed her clit briskly until her hips began to buck up against her body.

Lisa’s orgasm came up through her body like a warm glow emanating from the focal point under Kim’s thumb, and she was more than a little vocal in expressing this. She loved how she was able to come so easily, and loved the way Kim could bring it out of her. Something about the feminine touch that could be so gentle and rough at the same time, not like the animalistic fucking she’d gotten earlier. Kim’s thumb continued to electrify her clit, but the intensity felt so good even if it was too much, and her soft tongue made her pussy gush with pleasure. Her body was shaking under the weight of Kim’s chest as her orgasm began to subside.

Downstairs, Dee had just walked in. She’d tried calling both their cells but didn’t get through, and knowing they were over at Kim’s figured she’d just go over. Seeing Lisa’s car out front and Kim’s parent’s car gone, she just walked in. From the foyer she heard the unmistakable sounds of passion coming form upstairs, so she quietly removed her sandals and put her bag down, then crept up the stairs.

Now that Kim had gotten Lisa off, she had her right where she wanted her. She sat up and turned around to give Lisa a long loving kiss, glistening chin and all. With a devilish look in her eye she said, “And now, my little Speedy, you’re going to lay there and do my bidding.” And with that she climbed up towards the head of the bed, putting a knee on either side of Lisa’s head, and positioned herself with her pussy right on Lisa’s chin, sitting lightly on the top of her chest.

Dee came to the open doorway just as Kim was climbing onto her friend’s face. From here she had a clear view of Kim’s cute butt, her long hair down her back, and Lisa’s body. Kim was facing the opposite wall, staring down at Lisa, who of course couldn’t see anything past the completely smooth pussy in front of her. Dee silently sat down in the hallway to watch, her hand reaching up the leg of her shorts and under her panties as the show developed.

“So, you like to be controlled, do you, you little slut?” Kim said to her smiling submissive. With her hands on her own thighs, she slouched back, pulling her pussy away from Lisa’s face as she let a trail of spit drop down onto her clit. She did this again, and as it ran down the length of her lips, the excess formed a small pool at the base of Lisa’s neck. “Don’t even think about licking that until I say so,” she said earnestly.

Lisa was shocked and aroused by her friend’s newfound kink, and Dee was absolutely turned on by it as well. With her left hand she was holding her panties aside while her right drew circles around her clit. She could only hope she’d would go unnoticed, but she wasn’t about to remove herself from the scene.

“Ok, now grab my ass, please. That’s it.” Lisa’s arms beneath Kim’s legs had enough room to maneuver to place a hand on each cheek. “I bet you want to pull my sweet kitty into you, don’t you?” she taunted, pressing her butt back into her hands.

“Yes, please,” Lisa said, playing the part.

Kim let some more spit dribble down, this time onto Lisa’s neck, then took her right hand and smeared the collected mess around, her hand around her throat, pressing her back into the bed. “You’ll do it when I let you, is understand?” she said threateningly. Lisa nodded. “Good girl.”

Still pressing downward, Kim moved her slick hand up onto Lisa’s face, rubbing her saliva all over it, then, holding her jaw, she leaned forward and let another string fall right onto her chin, which she again smeared around, this time forcing her fingers into Lisa’s mouth.

“Suck,” Kim demanded, as Lisa hungrily obliged. “Better get some practice in before I give you this yummy cunt.” With her left hand she started rubbing her pussy, opening up the lips Lisa to see. She raised herself up, suspending her wet slit right over Lisa’s face, spreading her knees to lower herself tantalizingly closer. She removed her fingers from Lisa’s mouth, and, using both hands to spread her cunt open, she dropped downwards, placing her opening right on the bridge of Lisa’s nose.

“Can you see that?” she cooed. “Is that a close enough view for you? How about I rub it in?” She was grinding her pussy onto Lisa’s nose and forehead. “Such a pretty face to fuck.”

Dee was getting close to cumming watching this, and she had to force herself to back off. Her breathe was heavy and short as she tried not to make any noise, but what she was seeing was so thoroughly hot, she was having a hard time controlling herself.

“Ok,” Kim continued, “Say please and I’ll let you lick me.”

“Please,” came the small voice beneath her butt.

“Aw, that’s not very convincing, Speedy. Say, ‘Please may I lick your pretty pussy.’” Kim moved her cunt back over her mouth now, anticipating.
“Please may I lick your pretty pussy,” came the voice again, nearly begging this time.

“Much better,” Kim said, rocking her hips side to side now. “Ok, squeeze my ass for me and bring me to your mouth. Oh, yessss, perfect…,” Kim’s voice faded into loud moans as the tension released, and Lisa’s tongue sent waves of pleasure up through her body.

From the hallway Dee watched as Lisa’s fingers dug into the tight skin of Kim’s ass as she pulled her prize down to her. She could feel herself starting to cum and was no longer willing to resist. With one hand over he mouth, she held the other fast to her lips, letting the pressure on her clit burst into a ripple of pleasure as her pussy melted. Keeping her shallow, panting breaths as quiet as possible, she closed her eyes and pressed her head against the wall behind her. Were it not for the volume of Kim’s obvious pleasure she surely would have been heard gasping in the hallway.

Kim was fully enjoying face fucking Lisa, who was quite expert at giving her bald slit all the pleasure it could handle once she’d been given permission to do so. Wanting so much to reward her new adventurousness, Lisa gave her he best head she could, combining tongue fucking and clit sucking to devastating effect as she held Kim’s ass hard in her hands to force her pussy to her face. It took a while, easily ten minutes of constant attention, but gradually Kim built up into a long, enormous orgasm that went on loudly for another several minutes as her squirming body forced a prolonged din of shouts and incoherent moans from her throat.

By the time she was done, Dee had been able to prolong her own playtime into a continuous series of orgasms, her own increasingly careless noises drowned out by those of Kim. No longer wanting to merely spectate, she removed her tank and slipped out of her shorts. With some difficulty she brought herself to her feet, leaning against the doorway for support. As Kim sat there recovering, she glanced over her shoulder at the movement from the corner of her eye.

At first she was shocked to see someone standing in her doorway, but when she recognized it to be Dee, naked, her finger to her lips, the surprise turned to excitement, and she played along with her request to remain silent. Dee pointed to Lisa’s exposed pussy, then to herself, indicated to Kim where she would go with a wink. Kim winked back and returned her attention to Lisa, still held between her legs.

“You’re being a very good girl, Puss,” she said, “Now lift up your legs and let me hold on to them.” Lisa lifted her legs up, and Kim reached back to tuck each of them by her side under her arms, leaving Lisa curled up with her ass in the air. “Very good,” she said, pressing herself back onto her face. “There’s a surprise here for you. So you just hold still and let her do what she wants, ok?”

Lisa’s eyes got big as she sensed someone else climbing onto the bed. A pair of hands gently held the backs of her thighs before she felt first a warm breath then a mouth on her exposed pussy. Kim held her legs firmly to her sides while Dee delicately sucked their shared captive for a long moment before sitting up and walking on her knees up behind Kim to wrap her arms around her in a big embrace. Looking past her shoulder and down between her legs she said, “Hi Lise, how’d you end up down there?”

Kim, pressing forward to make sure she was unable to respond, answered for her. “She was out getting into trouble with somebody today, so I thought I’d teach her a lesson. You’re here to help I assume?”

“Oh, anything I can do to teach a naughty girl some manners,” Dee said charitably. “How about I start with a nice finger fuck while you hold her.”

She crawled back behind the two of them, and leaned into give Lisa’s pussy a big slobbery lick to get her nice and wet. Then she slipped two fingers in to get her used to it before adding a third when her hand got good and slick and Lisa’s opening relaxed. Kim meanwhile was enjoying the benefits of the compliant mouth between her legs, grinding her hips in small circles as her moans once more began to build.

Dee was working on getting her fourth finger into the tight snatch before her. She leaned over to use her tongue on her clit to help encourage its acceptance, and soon with all four fingers she was twisting her wrist, screwing her fingers further into Lisa with each push. The muffled moans coming from beneath Kim were growing nearly as loud as those from above.

Dee was able to work her fingers nearly up to the third knuckle, aided by the fact that her hand was quite small. Sensing this growing receptiveness she slipped her thumb underneath her four fingers, and began to fuck her with her entire hand, still twisting as she entered, and every now and again sucking on her clit. Slowing her tempo down, she began to ease more and more of her hand in, as Lisa’s pussy relaxed and dilated. Finally, with one long, gentle push, she cleared the knuckles at the base of her fingers, and her whole hand was able to slip in, causing Lisa’s heightening moans to swell into a muffled scream into Kim’s pussy, at which point Kim turned to see what was going on.

Dee pulled Lisa’s legs free of Kim’s arms as she climbed off her chest, turning around to get a closer look at Dee’s hand buried to the wrist. Free from constraint, Lisa let out a series of long loud moans that were almost shouts, but still held her knees up towards her chest to allow a better angle.

“Oh, fuck, Dee. Hold still! Fuck, that feels so good!” Lisa grabbed Dee’s arm to keep it still while she got used to it, then began to pump herself slowly with it. Kim wrapped her hand around Lisa’s and helped her ease Dee’s arm in and out. The pace soon quickened as Lisa was fully in the throws of this new and extremely pleasurable experience. After a few short minutes she was cumming hard onto Dee’s fist, screaming loudly as her entire lower body contracted around it, with Kim now rubbing her clit. Holding onto to her knees, curled in an upside down fetal position, Lisa lay helplessly shaking as spasms shook her body, nearly sobbing in ecstasy. Dee carefully extracted her hand and rubbed her pussy gently as it recovered. Then she crawled up to give Lisa a kiss hello.

“I learned a couple of new tricks at college,” she said, “and I couldn’t wait to get back and show you. Although it seems you two were doing just fine without my help.” Then she sat back up and gave Kim a kiss too.

Lisa was slowly gaining her composure and finally spoke. “You would not believe everything I’ve done today, even though I have the feeling you know already.”

“I’m not exactly sure” Dee said, “but I might have an idea. Did something happen with coach today?” she smiled.

(Comments on the series welcome.)

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Seducing a high school girl

“Please, don’t do this,” she pleaded with me.

It was almost too easy to lure her home with me, after she’s had too much to drink at the party. Even then, I could tell she wasn’t

actually a college student, but luckily enough, she’d told her parents earlier in the week she’s be staying with a friend for the night. I’d

overheard her telling some of her high school friends around the keg.

Now, a little past tipsy and pinned beneath me on my bed, laid this beautiful sophomore. As I leaned in to kiss her, I was met with a

lot of resistance. The girl kicked and squirmed as my lips pressed against hers, but eventually, she stopped resisting.

I could feel her arms relax and her shoulders release their tension. I slowly let go of her left wrist and let my hand make it’s was to

her breast. They weren’t huge, but they were firm and perky, just like I liked them.

As I massaged her breast, the girl beneath me began to slowly kiss me back. She steadily picked up the pace, and the kisses

between us became much more deep, rough, and passionate.

I was the one to break the kiss, and she looked almost disappointed.

“I take it back, don’t stop. This feels…. amazing,” she confessed.

“Why the sudden change of heart?” I asked smugly.

She bit her lip as I continued to fondle both of her breasts now, reaching further into her shirt. I tried my best to remain nonchalant,

but her beautiful blue eyes made me loose my breath. I knew from the moment I saw her that I could get her to go for me, as long as I

got her alone like this.

“I didn’t want to kiss a girl, I guess. I thought it would be gross, or disgusting. Maybe the gross part is that I like it so much,” she

said.

“I knew you would,” I laughed. “I could tell from the moment I saw you.”

“Oh my god,” the girl covered her face with embarrassment, not taking the compliment well. Her grinning face looked back up at me

and I jumped for joy when she hesitantly ask me to continue before she changed her mind and sobered up.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I pulled her shirt up over her head, and her sexy black bra greeted me. It wouldn’t stay for long,

however, because I was quickly ripping it away to reveal her soft, round mounds below.

Her nipples were already hard before I put my lips around them. Gently, I nibbled and let my tong roll around it. I could hear her

gasp with pleasure, and she had no idea that this was just the warm up.

After giving each breast equal and fair attention, I slowly made my way down her stomach with soft and carefully planned kisses.

When I began tugging down her skirt, I was met with nothing but giggles and soft pants of pleasure. As her skirt and matching black

thong passed by my face, I laid kisses on the inside of her thighs, teasing her slightly.

When my mouth came down on her warm, wet, and waiting pussy, her paintings became louder. As I lapped my tong up and down

her slit, she moaned and squirmed with pleasure. She tasted amazing.

In a matter of minutes, the legs I held my face between were shaking in orgasm at the workings of my quick and gentle tong.

She was saying something about how amazing she felt, when I was getting up to my knees and ripping off my shirt and bra. Unlike

the high school sophomore beneath me, my college sophomore breasts were filled out to a D cup, and she quickly took notice.

I pounced back up to her though, and our lips were once again intertwined. It turned me on so much to think about the saliva and

juices that were moving back and forth between us.

I took her head and gently led it to my breast, and she didn’t take long to cradle my rock hard nipple in her mouth, even grabbing my

ass as her mouth went back and forth between each. I played with her clit as she did this, flicking it back and forth. She even began to

copy, fingering around my soaking pussy.

Suddenly though, she stopped.

“I can’t do this, I’m not a lesbian!”

I laughed, and told her she didn’t have to be to do this.

“It’s not the same. Me doing stuff to you, it just makes this real. This is wrong, I shouldn’t be doing this,” she exclaimed while

reaching for her clothing.

I reached up and grabbed her hair, firmly by the roots, determined not to let go. I ignored the cries and the please and forcibly pulled

her down between my legs to my freshly shaved pussy.

At first, it was only receiving tears and wails, but eventually, the defeated girl started to move her tong up and down my pussy. At

first, little and quick, but then she began to lap up my juices with long, slow flaps of her tong.

I held her there for a better part of an hour, experiencing a handful of orgasms. It was probably the most turned on I’d ever been in

my life, forcing a sixteen year old to eat my pussy.

Finally, I let go, but the girl didn’t bolt. Instead, her tong continued sliding between my lips and she kept sucking up all my juices.

She was careful to hide her face from me and not look up to meet my gaze.

I knew that meant she’d enjoyed it, and that on some level she was now struggling with the fact that she had a strong sexual

attraction to other girls.

As she wiped a tear from her eyes, she looked down to the floor, ashamed, as she asked me to go down on her again.

“I can do that,” I assured her. “My roommate should be home soon. We can both play with you.”

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The mothers and their daughters on the Treasure Box need to be bred by the Son of Lust!

The Son of Lust

Chapter Ten: Naughty Mommy’s Port

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2021

Note: This story was commissioned by Ultrasound 7 and has allowed me to share it with you. This may contain scenarios and acts that I normally wouldn’t write. There will be a strong sex slave/domination theme. I will keep this from violating any cannon established in the world and I developed the mythology that drives this story.

Kurtis – Jyou Sea

“Daddy,” Overia moaned, her cunt dripping with my seed.

I smiled as he stood frozen at the foot of the stairs that led down into the deck of the Treasure Box. The ship rolled with the waves. Wet pussy cream cooled on my dick. I throbbed with the excitement of incest. Overia wanted her daddy now. I had bred her, though. My virile cum held my father’s prowess.

I could breed humans and races birthed from Las’s cum, but not hermaphrodites like my step-mother and half-sisters. I could breed my dragon-mother, but then I came from her womb. Of course, I would be compatible with her.

I wanted to be compatible with everyone.

“This is wrong,” groaned Tarthan. He struggled to push his eager daughter off him, but her naked form hugged him tight.

“Just fuck me, Daddy,” she moaned, pulling him into the hold. “I know you want me. I can feel it. You’re so hard.”

“You’re my daughter,” he panted. “Incest is wrong.”

“Don’t think like that,” I told Tarthan. “Take your pleasure where you will. Enjoy her. Love your daughter. Incest is a beautiful thing. You fuck her hard.” I clapped a hand on his shoulder. “I’ll go take care of your wife.”

He groaned as his daughter pulled him down on her. She stretched out on a crate and spread her legs wide. Her hands shoved down the pantaloons he wore, his sash falling to the ground. She worked fast.

He buried into her. She moaned her delight as he did. Her passion echoed through the hold. It was such a naughty sound to hear. I hummed as I headed up the stairs naked on deck, my dick thrusting out before me.

My dragon-mother waited. She was naked save for the gold collar around her neck and the golden chastity belt that kept her clit from sprouting into a dick. But you could still fuck her pussy or her asshole. She looked down at my cock, licking her lips.

“Find Bethie and send her to my cabin,” I said. “And join us. I want to have two mothers to play with.”

“Yes, Master,” she groaned, her deep-sapphire eyes dewy with lust. “Mmm, I can smell her on you. You fucked Overia hard.”

“Yes, I did.”

I sauntered past my mother as she scurried to the front of the ship. I felt the halfling females’ eyes on me. I would breed them all. Every woman on this ship would be mine. I also saw Foran, who was Bethie and Tarthan’s son. I would send Bethie to seduce him once I was done with her. She and her husband should have made love to their children when they were old enough.

That was what responsible parents would do.

I couldn’t wait until my daughters back on the island were old enough to love their daddy. It would be so hot to deflower them one after the other. They were all born so close together. And then there were my daughters with my mermaids. Those beauties were only a few days pregnant.

I grinned, eager for it all.

I entered the cabin I shared with my sisters and mother. They weren’t in here. Probably licking out a halfling cunt right now. They were having their own fun with the women of the crew. They had fucked Bethie with strap-ons yesterday, getting her primed for incest.

Right after I stretched out on the bed, Bethie entered. The motherly human had a hungry expression on her face. She had that same rich, brown skin as her daughter, her breasts large and stretching out her blouse. Wavy, black hair framed her mature and gorgeous face. She shuddered at the sight of me.

“Suck my dick, Bethie. Your daughter coated me in her juices. I need you to clean me.”

“My daughter,” she groaned, staring at my dick. The MILF licked her lips. “That’s Overia’s cream on my dick.”

“And you’re going to lick it up right now!” My voice cracked with authority.

She jumped, a woman used to taking orders from ship captains. She scurried in before she stopped. “But that’s my daughter’s juices, Kurtis.”

“And?” I asked. My mother closed the door behind her. “I know you watched my sisters yesterday. Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about Overia. I wondered what her pussy tasted like. Well… Find out.”

She shuddered, her hands rubbing together. Her eyes stared at my cock. She licked her lips, her body trembling. She had this look of wild lust in her eyes. Her tongue flicked over her lips. She flexed her fingers, her eyes lidded.

“It’s time for you to discover the joys of incest,” I growled. “Suck my dick. Lick that cream off of me. Find out how yummy your daughter’s cunt is. Your husband is fucking her right now.”

“What?” she gasped. “Really?”

I winked at her.

“Gods, who are you?” she panted. “You turn me on so much. I’ve never felt like this.”

“He’s Las’s son,” my dragon-mother cooed. “I would know. I was bedded by the god of lust.”

A shiver ran through the woman. “Vedr’s queef, no wonder he’s so sexy. A demigod.”

Then, with a groan, she threw herself on the bed. I shuddered as she grabbed my cock. She sucked it into her mouth. I shuddered at the feel of her lips sliding over my dick. She sucked with hunger. It felt amazing. My face scrunched up. I trembled at the feel of her wonderful mouth sucking at my dick.

She bobbed then. She worked her lips up and down my cock. She nursed her daughter’s pussy cream off my cock. I smiled as my mother moved in behind her. She knelt and reached around to untie the woman’s sash.

“Enjoy,” I purred.

“Thank you, Master,” she moaned. “Savor her mouth.”

“Oh, I am,” I panted.

Mother pulled down Bethie’s pantaloons, exposing a curvy, brown rump. My mother’s pale fingers grabbed it. Her blue hair swayed as she ducked her head down. Bethie moaned around my cock as my mother feasted. The dragon devoured Bethie’s cunt.

I loved it.

The naughty wife worked her lips up and down my cock. She sucked with hunger on me. It was incredible to feel. I groaned at the delight that rose in my dick. My balls swelled as I savored this hunger. She nursed on me with passion.

“Yes!” I panted. “Oh, Las’s big dick, that’s good! Work that mouth. Suck off all your daughter’s juices.”

“Mmm, yes, yes,” purred my dragon-mother. “Clean him up and suck out his cum.”

Her blue eyes shone over the married woman’s rump. I loved these older, motherly women. They were exciting. My dick throbbed in Bethie’s mouth. She sucked with passion for me. She nursed with all her might.

Her warm, wet mouth sucked with such passion on me. I groaned as I loved it. She sucked and slurped on me. I squeezed my eyes shut. I panted, savoring every suck. Every last moment of her nursing on me. It was incredible. My balls tightened. I would have such a huge orgasm. Just a mighty burst of rapture that would explode out of me.

“That’s it!” I growled.

My dragon-mother groaned her approval, her hands kneading Bethie’s rump. She dug those digits into that plump ass while devouring the married woman’s pussy. I shuddered on my bed, savoring ho hard Bethie nursed.

She polished her daughter off with relish. Her mouth slid up and down my dick. She sucked on me with passion, taking more and more of me. I brushed the back of her throat. She groaned and swallowed the tip of my dick.

“Gods, yes!” I growled. “Las’s big dick! Take it all!”

“Deep-throat my son!” groaned my dragon-mother. “While I do this.”

My mother sucked. Bethie groaned as she swallowed more and more of my cock. Her lips slid down into my bush. I shuddered, gripping a fistful of her black hair. She swirled her tongue around my shaft, sweeping it back and forth. She cleaned off her daughter’s pussy cream.

She loved the taste adorning my cock.

I shuddered as she sucked back up my dick. She nursed the entire time. I squeezed my eyes shut, loving every last second of it. My balls tensed, my orgasm hurtling closer and closer. This sexy wife knew how to please a man.

“That’s it, Bethie,” I panted. “That’s fucking it. You’re going to get a mouthful of cum. Oh, yes, you are. Just spurt after hot spurt of my jizz firing into your mouth. You want that, don’t you?”

Her eyes smoldered. She sucked hard.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought!”

I erupted.

My cum fired into her mouth. My body bucked on the bed. I growled through my clenched teeth. I pumped spurt after spurt of jizz into her. She nursed it all down. She swallowed it. The pleasure slammed into my mind. Stars burst before my eyes.

She squealed.

“Yes, yes, give me that pussy cream,” purred my dragon-mother. “So good.”

“I bet!” I growled.

I kept erupting. I unloaded my balls into the married woman’s mouth. She sucked down the cum with hunger. She nursed it all out of me. I groaned, savoring that spunk. It was incredible to feel. To experience.

“Gods, yes!” I groaned as she nursed out the last of my cum. “Now ride my dick. I want that married cunt on my cock. I’m breeding you. Just like I bred your daughter.”

She whimpered and slid her mouth off my dick. “Vedr’s queef, you’re a bold one.”

“Yes, he is,” purred my mother. “Fuck him hard.”

“Mother, you can have fun, too,” I said and concentrated on her chastity belt.

She gasped as I dismissed it. Lasla had created it. My sister had some special abilities that were just so delicious. “Thank you, Master. I will enjoy fucking her ass.”

“What?” gasped Bethie. She threw a look behind her and gasped. “You’re a hermaphrodite!”

“A demigoddess daughter of Henta,” I lied. No one could know she was a dragon. They were supposed to be extinct. But Henta, the hermaphrodite Goddess of the Hunt, could fuck women and have children, too.

“What an intriguing life you live, Kurtis,” Bethie moaned. “No wonder you wish to sail to Naith.” Her face twisted for a moment.

“You’re Naithian?”

She nodded. “The rakshasas are cruel. Bloodthirsty. Be careful. They will seek to claim a strong young man like you.” She stroked my chest with one hand as she straddled me. “Make you into a pleasure slave until they grow bored of you.”

“Let them try,” I said, eager for the challenge. Thrak had tamed Thyrna, the rakshasa pirate. I would do the same.

I grinned as Bethie lowered her married pussy to my dick. I throbbed, so eager to breed this sexy wife. She still wore her blouse. That had to go. Her thick bush tickled the tip of my cock, hiding her delicious twat. Then her labia kissed the crown. Those naughty lips slid over my dick and engulfed me. She sank down me, moaning.

I grabbed her blouse and shoved it up her torso as her cunt swallowed my dick. Her large breasts popped out. They quivered before me. I grinned at the sight of them. They swayed back and forth. They held such wonder in them. I licked my lips, aching to grab them.

I cupped her tits. I squeezed them. My fingers dug into her flesh. It was an exciting delight to massage those big and lush mounds. I licked my lips, so hungry to breed her. Her cunt felt amazing around my cock. I groaned at the hot embrace of her married flesh.

“That’s it,” I panted. “Mmm, that’s it. Yes, yes, that’s good.”

Her snatch squeezed about my dick. She held me tight. She gripped me in her cunt. I groaned, loving her twat around me. My face twisted in rapture. I loved every second of her naughty cunt holding me tight.

My dragon-mother’s hands joined me on Bethie’s tits. My mother squeezed about the sides of those big boobs. Bethie gasped. My mother groaned. I grinned, knowing that hermaphrodite-dick slid into tight bowels. The married woman gasped.

“Vedr’s queef!” she gasped. “Gods, two dicks. Oh, yes, yes, that’s good. Mmm, that’s better than a nixie’s cock.”

“Of course it is!” I growled. “My mother has the second-best cock in the world.”

“Yes!” Bethie moaned, her pussy clenching about me. “You’re so big. So thick. Ooh, and young and virile.”

“Like your son?”

She shuddered, a wicked smile spreading on her lips. “Mmm, you are as handsome as him.”

“He would love his mother’s attention,” purred my dragon-mother. “Trust me, Bethie.”

“Azuliana,” whimpered Bethie. “I will. And my daughter. I have to enjoy them both. But first… This cock. Kurtis, I need to cum on this dick!”

I squeezed her tits and growled, “Then ride me.”

“Yes!”

She worked her married twat up my cock, squeezing the entire way. Her cunt felt amazing. I growled out my pleasure savoring every last second of that cunt about my dick. I groaned, squirming on my bed as she slammed back down me. She swallowed my shaft.

My mother fucked away at Bethie’s asshole, slamming that dragon-dick in and out of the married woman’s tight bowels. She had to have a tight ass because her cunt squeezed like a silk vice. She was almost as tight as her daughter.

I savored it, my hands kneading her tits as she rode me. I reveled in that married cunt working up and down my cock. I would fire so much jizz into her. I would breed her. It would be incredible. My nuts tightened. Her moans echoed through the cabin.

“Kurtis!” gasped Bethie. “Azuliana! This is better than your sisters and their dildos. Oh, yes, yes, I have real cocks in me. Big dicks! Yes!”

“You’re going to cum so hard on my son’s big dick, aren’t you?” moaned Mother. “Just working out all his cum with that married cunt. He’s going to breed you!”

“Gods, yes!” whimpered Bethie.

She worked that pussy up and down my dick. Her cunt so tight and juicy. I groaned, loving every second of it. Mother fucked Bethie hard. Her crotch smacked into the woman’s ass. Her moans echoed through the cabin.

It was delicious to let her do the work. To feel her sliding that hot, married cunt up and down my dick. She would make me cum so hard. I couldn’t wait to baste her with my seed. To pump her full of all my cum.

“Las’s big dick!” I groaned, my balls tightening. I squeezed her breasts. “You want my cum, don’t you?”

“Yes!” she moaned. “Oh, god, I do. I want your cum firing into me. I want that jizz pumping into my snatch. Unleash it!”

“Gladly!” I growled. “When I feel that pussy spasming around me. Show me how much you want to be bred by me. Melt my cock with her cumming cunt!”

“Gods, I will!” she moaned. “With your hermaphrodite-mother ass-fucking me, I’ll cum so hard. Vedr’s queef, that’s good. Yes, yes, two big dicks in me.”

“Mmm, yes, yes, that tight ass,” moaned my dragon-mother. “Ride my son. You want his cum in you. He’ll give you such a strong child. You’ll see!”

“Good!”

The married woman slammed her cunt down on my dick. She squeezed about me and then slid back up my cock. I groaned at the pressure building and building in my nuts. I was almost there. Almost flooding her cunt with my jizz. I would pump so much into her. I would flood her. It would be incredible.

I couldn’t wait to baste her cunt with everything I had. The bliss would be incredible. I groaned, my back shifting. I loved every second of it. Every last moment of her cunt riding my dick. I panted, the heat building and building in me.

“Las’s big dick!” I gasped. “That’s it. That’s Gods damn it! Work that cunt up and down my dick.”

“So good!” Bethie whimpered. “You two are going to make me explode. Gods, yes!”

“Mmm, you are driving me wild!” moaned my dragon-mother. “That ass… Yes, yes, that ass will brim with all my cum.”

“I want it!” the married woman moaned as she slammed her cunt down my dick. She took every inch of my cock in her. “I want it all! Yes!”

Her pussy went wild around my cock. Her cunt spasmed. The wild rush of bliss surged up my dick. I groaned. my back arching. The pleasure rippled through me. This incredible delight. I savored every moment of it.

“Yes, yes, yes!” my dragon-mother moaned. “Matar’s big girl-dick!”

“Cum in her, Mother!” I gasped. “Gods, just cum in her… Yes!”

I erupted.

My mother howled.

Pleasure slammed through me as I bred Bethie’s married pussy. I put a child first in the daughter and now in the mother. I groaned, my seed pumping out of me. Rapture rushed through me. Stars burst across my vision as I shuddered through this bliss. It was incredible to enjoy. My mind melted from the rapture of it. I groaned from the sheer bliss of this moment. It was amazing. Just a fantastic ecstasy.

“Gods, yes!” Bethie moaned, her face contorting from the ecstasy. “Oh, gods, that’s amazing. I love it. yes, yes, yes! You’re breeding me.”

“He is!” my mother groaned. “Oh, and that ass… Milk out all my hermaphrodite-cum.”

“Mmm,” purred Bethie.

I groaned. My chest rose and fell. I savored this pleasure. I had emptied in her. Bred her. I stared up at her, big boobs swaying back and forth. I admired this moment. I knew it wouldn’t be long before she was searching out her son to fuck.

He would have a wild time with his sexy mother.

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Pyrriah – Vilianth Ocean

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Nelli moaned. She was the first mate of the Treasure Box, sister-wife to Captain Telesi.

But she wasn’t the same sister-wife I was to Lasla. Nelli and Telesi weren’t real sisters. Just two women who married the same man. Of course, Delli and Alli were sisters. And they were as naked as their mother. All three of them had just finished stripping naked in the cabin I shared with my brother.

It was the third day of the voyage. We were almost out of the Jyou Sea and into the more dangerous Vilianth Oceans. We would stay near to the coast where the massive sea serpents rarely approached.

I wasn’t worried. Ships sailed this way all the time.

I was more excited for the wild fun to come.

“You want my cock,” Kurtis said as he stood behind the three naked halflings, “then you and your daughters have to please my sisters.”

“It’s not like we haven’t eaten cunt before,” Alli said. She was so cute. Though the youngest, she had huge breasts. Even on her small stature, they looked so big and soft, her skin the same shade of bronze as her sister and mother. She also had the same silvery hair as her mother.

“I know,” Delli said. The older sister had golden hair instead of silver. That must be their deceased father’s coloring. She had a bush, unlike her younger sister. A thick matting of golden curls that hid her pussy. “But we’ve never done it while Mom was in the room. Or each other.”

“Don’t be shy,” I moaned, spreading my legs wide. “Just come and eat my pussy.”

“Mmm, yes,” moaned Lasla, her left leg sliding over my right. “Devour my cunt, Alli. If you make me cum hard, and you’ll get my brother’s dick in your cunt.”

“But your mother’s first,” Kurtis said. He put his hands on Nelli’s shoulder. His cock must be nudging into her shoulder blades, she was so short. But she had ripe, round breasts. The same size as Delli’s. She might have a child’s stature but she had a mature woman’s build, her bronze and lush face framed by her silver hair. “You’re going to squeal on my dick as your daughters eat out my sisters.”

“Yes,” Nelli moaned. “Girls, you listen to him. Telesi won’t stop talking about his cock to me.”

“When she’s not too busy fucking Tormin,” muttered Alli. “I can’t believe Mother Telesi is fucking our brother like that.”

Tormin was Telesi’s son and half-brother to Alli and Delli.

“Yeah, Kelesi is getting jealous,” Delli said. Kelesi was Telesi’s daughter. There are a lot of halflings on this ship, but I was keeping them straight.

“I think she’s going to be enjoying her brother right now,” Kurtis said. “I gave her some encouragement.”

“And a pussy full of cum?” Lasla asked.

Our brother winked at Lasla and me.

“Go, girls,” moaned Nelli. “I want to be fucked. Your mother needs dick, too. This dick!”

“Come and eat my pussy, Alli,” crooned Lasla. “Show me what a naughty halfling like you can do to a girl.”

“Fine,” Alli said. She glanced past her naked mother to her nude sister. “This is weird, but… I mean…”

“He’s going to make us do it to enjoy his cock,” muttered Delli, “so we might as well enjoy it. I mean, is incest that bad?”

I smiled. They would be eating each other’s cunts and their mother’s by the time they left here. I was so glad they realized it. That made this even hotter. My pussy clenched. I could feel that strange fire inside of me.

I had skill with weapons I had never touched. I was giving my brother lessons on the deck when he wasn’t working his way through the women of the ship, breeding them all. The Treasure Box would have to be put into dock for a while once most of the crew were too pregnant to work it.

Delli and Alli broke from their mothers. Busty Alli fell between Lasla’s thighs and crawled to my sister’s black-furred muff. Lasla licked her lips, eager to get devoured by the halfling. I was, too. Delli’s round breasts swayed as she shuffled forward on her knees. Then she bent over, her gold hair spilling over my legs.

She buried her head into my bush. I gasped as her lips kissed at my cunt. She placed that hot mouth right on my snatch and kissed around me. It was incredible to feel. I groaned as she fluttered her tongue up and down. She licked and lapped at me. She drove me wild. I groaned, my body trembling on the bed.

“Oh, my Gods, yes!” I moaned as she licked and lapped at me. “That’s good. Ooh, just like that. Devour me!”

The halfling’s lips felt so small on my cunt. So different from having my sister’s mouth on my pussy. Or my dragon-mothers. Or any one’s. Her lips smooched around me. Then her tiny tongue licked at me, caressing through my folds.

“Slata’s hairy cunt!” my sister moaned. “Ooh, Alli, that’s so hot. Your tongue feels so good in my cunt. Swirl it around in me.”

“Yes, yes,” I moaned in agreement, my own body trembling from the delight Delli stirred in my snatch.

Kurtis pushed Nelli down onto the bed. She knelt there, her silver hair spilling around her face. She looked so tiny as he knelt behind her and aimed his cock at her cunt. With a hard thrust, he buried to the hilt in her.

She gasped, her head arching as he filled her small body. He grabbed her hips, his pale hands contrasting with her bronze flesh. She had a metallic sheen to her skin. All the halflings did. Kurtis fucked her, Nelli’s tits swaying.

She moaned her delight. She rocked back into him. She slammed her cunt down his cock and then slid forward. She did that over and over again, her hair swaying. She gasped and groaned, her hips wiggling. She stirred his cock around in her.

A shudder rippled through my body as the daughter feasted on my cunt. Her hands grabbed my rump, fingers so tiny. This felt so different. I loved it. I whimpered, my round breast jiggling as I swayed from the bliss.

“Oh, Gods, that’s great,” I whimpered. “Oh, Delli, you’re so good at that.”

“So’s her sister,” Lasla moaned, glancing at me. “Ooh, Pyrriah, I love it. I’m going to have such a huge orgasm on Alli’s mouth. Just drown her.”

“Mmm, it’s so wonderful to drown in your cream,” I moaned, a little tongue swirling around my clit. Pleasure sparked from that naughty bud.

Our heads leaned in, drifting toward each other—pulled towards each other by incestuous love and lust. Our lips met. We kissed. I groaned into Lasla’s mouth as halfling sisters ate out our cunts. It was so hot to feel. I trembled on my back while the moans of the mother getting fucked by my brother echoed through the cabin.

My tongue danced with Lasla’s. I swirled around her, savoring the taste of her. My heart pounded with such love for her while the naughty halfling had her tongue fluttering up and down my slit. Gods, that was such a small, but exciting, tongue.

“Yes, yes, yes!” gasped Nelli. “Pater’s big dick, your cock! Oh, Kurtis, it’s true. You’re a demigod, aren’t you!”

“And they are demigoddesses!” growled Kurtis as he fucked her hard.

“Oh, this dick! Delli! Alli! You’re going to love this dick fucking you!”

I broke the kiss with Lasla to moan, “You will! I love my brother’s cock! It’s such an amazing dick!”

“The best!” gasped Lasla. “Oh, it’s the very best. Las’s big dick, that’s good. That’s so good. Keep licking me like that.”

I shuddered as Delli’s tongue flicked up to my clit. She stroked over my bud. She touched me with such naughty skill. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest. Her small fingers slid up and down my pussy lips. Then she thrust in her digits.

I shuddered as I felt her fingers pumping into me. They were so small. She sank more and more of her digits into me and then her entire hand was in my cunt. I shuddered, feeling her halfling hand balling up into a fist inside my twat.

She fucked it in and out of me.

“Delli!” I whimpered. “Oh, Delli, that’s good! Fist me!”

“Ooh, Alli’s doing that to me!” Lasla groaned. “She’s just ramming deep into me.”

“Not as deep as your brother!” groaned Nelli. “Oh, Gods, he’s got a huge dick. Even for a human. Vedr’s queef, I’m going to cum on him!”

“Uh-huh!” I moaned, clenching my pussy down on the fist.

I couldn’t believe how amazing this was. Delli had her arm plunged to the elbow in me. She fucked it over and over into my cunt. Her fist felt so wonderful as she massaged my pussy walls. I groaned, savoring the delight. I whimpered, the pressure growing and growing in me.

I squeezed my thighs around their heads. I held her tight, whimpering out my joy as my orgasm built. My red hair flickered, the glow surging through it. I bucked, my boobs jiggling as I savored this pleasure. Rapture built and built in me.

It was incredible being fisted by a halfling. I would have such a huge burst of pleasure. I groaned, eager for Delli to make me cum. I would blaze so hot. So wild. It would be incredible. I squirmed in place, on the verge of bursting.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. “That’s so good. That’s amazing. Oh, my Gods, yes, yes, yes! I love it! Las’s big dick, I love it!”

I climaxed.

My red hair blazed bright. My pussy convulsed around that wonderful halfling’s fist and arm. Delli sucked on my clit as my cunt massaged her limb. I trembled through my pleasure, waves of delight washing through me.

“Oh, Gods, yes!” gasped Lasla. “Jam that fist into me. Oh, that’s it. That’s it. Yes!”

She joined me, her boobs jiggling. She thrashed beside me, her left leg sliding over my right. We moaned together, both of us cumming hard. My mind melted with delight. I groaned, savoring every last second of this bliss.

“So good!” I gasped. “Oh, Gods, yes!”

“Alli!” squealed Lasla.

“Kurtis!” Nelli moaned. “That dick. You’re churning me up!”

“I want to feel that cunt writhing about my dick!” Kurtis growled. “Milk out my seed. I’m going to breed you. Your daughters. I’m going to knock you all up.”

“Yes!” the halfling mother squealed. I could tell she was cumming, too.

My body bucked through my pleasure. My pussy writhed around Delli’s fist. I shuddered, my body twitching through the bliss. It was so amazing. I licked my lips, my cunt on fire from the lust. It was such an amazing treat. I whimpered in delight, my body squirming from the wonderful ecstasy that she had given me.

“Gods, yes!” Kurtis moaned, burying into Nelli’s cunt.

“Breed me!” the halfling moaned, her silver hair flying.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Lasla whimpered. “Breed her, brother. That’s so hot.”

“Uh-huh!” I panted, my orgasm hitting that naughty peak.

My brother groaned as he dumped his cum into Nelli’s pussy. He growled out his pleasure. I knew he was enjoying himself. The glow in my red hair died down. I shuddered, panting. I blinked my eyes, savoring the rapture that had just rushed through me.

“That was amazing,” I panted.

“Yes, it was,” growled Kurtis. He ripped his cock out of Nelli’s cunt. He turned her over onto her back and scooted away from her, his cock throbbing hard before him. “Alli and Delli, lick your mother clean right now. That’s a daughter’s job.”

The two halfling sisters trembled. Delli bit her lip while Alli pulled her arm out of my sister’s cunt. My twat gripped Delli’s. Her fingers twitched around inside of me, sending such teasing delight rippling through my body.

“You either lick out your mom or never get a taste of this dick,” growled Kurtis, his voice so stern and commanding.

His tone brooked no arguments.

Alli groaned then her big boobs shook as she shifted over to kneel between her mother’s spread thighs. Nelli just smiled and grabbed a fistful of Alli’s silver hair. She yanked her daughter down to feast on her pussy.

“Hurry up, Delli,” moaned Nelli. “Come lick your mother clean so he can fuck you. Trust me, you don’t want to miss out on his cock.”

“Not at all,” I cooed.

She shuddered and pulled her arm out of my pussy. I shivered at the withdrawal. Then I glanced over at my sister. She had a naughty twinkle in her eye. We melted together in a kiss. I held Lasla tight to me.

I loved this ship. My brother chose the correct one.

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Kurtis

Delli settled between her mother’s thighs and then buried her face into that cum-filled pussy, joining Alli. The two sisters devoured Nelli’s cunt. The incest before me was a thing of beauty. I groaned, pausing a moment to savor this wonderful sight.

My sisters were kissing. Lasla and Pyrriah had melted together, their breasts pressed tight. Their identical forms writhed together. Other than their hair color, they were almost impossible to tell apart. They were gorgeous.

Sexy.

I loved this ship.

The Treasure Box sailed us closer and closer to Ankush and the rakshasas. But first, we had to stop at Goldport. That was a few days away. Until then, I had a lot of fun to have. I had to breed all the halflings, too. I already had the two human women.

I grinned, so eager for all the delights.

“Yes, yes, yes, feast on me,” moaned Nelli, lost to the passion of her daughters licking and lapping at her cunt. She shuddered on the floor, her body trembling through the bliss. “Oh, that’s so good. That’s amazing. Don’t stop. Keep licking Mommy. Yes, yes, just like that. Devour your mother’s cunt.”

My sisters twisted around into a sixty-nine, each eager to feast on the other’s pussy. I smiled as I pressed my cock against Alli’s pussy. She kept her twat nice and shaved. She had such a tiny slit, but I knew halfling cunts could stretch to take my huge cock. Her vulva was a plump delight that begged to have my dick in her.

So I thrust.

“Yes!” she squealed into her mother’s cunt. “Oh, Kurtis, yes!”

Delli lifted her head, pussy cream and cum on her lips. She stared at me with lust as I fucked her sister hard. I pumped my dick in and out of Alli’s cunt. I winked at Delli and placed my hand on her rump. I gave her a squeeze.

She shuddered and then buried her face back into her mother’s pussy. She licked and lapped at Nelli’s twat with hunger while wiggling her hips to rub her ass back into my hand. I loved the feel of her plump ass.

I groped her ass. She groaned, her body shuddering while I plowed into her sister’s cunt. I buried hard and fast into her. I fucked her with passion. Alli moaned, her pussy gripping my dick. She felt amazing.

But… I had another sister to fuck.

I ripped out of her cunt, shifted over to her sister, and buried into that halfling twat. It was so hot watching her golden curls part to brush my dick’s tip. Then her cunt swallowed my dick. I shuddered as I felt her sheath grip me.

“Yes!” she squealed.

“I know,” Alli moaned. “He’s so good, sis! And so is our mother’s pussy!”

“It is!” Delli’s twat squeezed about my dick. “Gods, it’s such a yummy pussy.

“And you girls are such delicious pussy eaters,” moaned Nelli. She squeezed her thighs around her daughters’ heads, holding them to her cunt. “Vedr’s queefs, that’s good. Oh, yes, yes, you’re going to make your mother cum!”

I grinned, loving it. I fucked in and out of Delli’s cunt. My dick plunged into her twat again and again, her golden pubic hairs rustling. Her cunt held me tight. I groaned, savoring the utter delight of this moment.

But I needed to be in Alli’s pussy, too. I had to fuck them both. So I grit my teeth and ripped out of one halfling sister’s cunt. I shifted to the side and rammed into Alli’s bald twat. She gasped, her tiny form shaking as I slid into her.

My cock felt so huge vanishing into the halfling’s diminutive form. Her pussy swallowed every inch of me. She groaned, squeezing her snatch down around me. It was incredible to enjoy. I loved every second of it.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I groaned. “That’s so good. That’s amazing. I’m going to just erupt in your cunt. I’m going to cum so hard in your snatch!”

“Mmm, good!” panted Alli.

“But first…”

I ripped out of her, shifted over, and plundered Delli’s delicious cunt.

Her silky bush felt amazing on the crown of my cock before I buried to the hilt in her snatch. Her cunt squeezed around my cock. She held me tight in her twat. I grinned and pumped away at her. I fucked her hard and fast. I thrust my dick into her pussy, reveling in her halfling tightness. She moaned into her mother’s cunt.

Then I yanked my dick out of her, moved over, and buried into Alli’s snatch. She squealed her delight, her twat squeezing about me. Her silver hair rustled against her sister’s golden curls. They devoured their mother as I fucked them.

I fell into a rhythm. I went back and forth between them, fucking from cunt to cunt, savoring every moment of burying into one sister’s juicy twat and then into the other’s. My balls tightened from the thrill of the double-fuck.

“Oh, ram your cock so hard into my daughters!” Nelli moaned, her round breasts jiggling. “Make them cum, Kurtis. Make my daughter’s cum like the naughty, little sluts they are.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Alli moaned, her twat squeezing around me.

“I will!” I growled and pulled out of her cunt. In moments, I slammed into Delli’s furred muff.

“I want your jizz in me!” groaned Delli. “That wonderful cum breeding me.”

My sisters moaned their agreement as they feasted on each other’s twats. They devoured each other’s cunts with such feverish delight. They moaned together, squirming as they loved each other. Their sisterly passion stirred me to fuck even harder.

My balls tightened. The urge to cum swelled every time I buried into one of the halfling sisters’ cunts. They were both so tight but in different ways. Both so wonderful to experience wrapped around my cock. I loved it.

“Gods, yes!” the mother moaned. “That’s it. You wonderful girls. Oh, that’s it. Yes, yes, yes!”

Nelli bucked. Her round breasts heaved. Rapture spread across her face. Her two daughters had gotten her off. It was such a beautiful sight to witness. A mother cumming on her daughters’ faces. They loved her that much that they gave her so much pleasure.

It was so hot to watch her thrashing as I went back and forth fucking her daughters’ cunts. Alli and Delli moaned and groaned, their cunt growing hotter and hotter as they sucked at my dick. They brought me right to the verge of cumming.

But they needed to cum, too.

My sisters squealed, devouring each other’s pussy cream. Pyrriah’s hair blazed bright red, glowing with the energy spilling out of her. She squirmed atop of Lasla, both moaning into the other’s pussy. It was such a sweet sight.

My balls tightened. “Gods, yes!” I growled, ripping out of Alli’s cunt. Then I plunged into Delli’s twat. “Las’s big dick!”

“Oh, Gods, that’s such a huge dick!” moaned Delli. “Mmm, I’m going to cum on this dick!”

“I was so close!” whimpered Alli. “Please, please, ram that cock back into me!”

I ripped out of Delli’s cunt and plunged into Alli’s. She gasped. Her pussy tightened around me. Then her flesh writhed and spasmed. I groaned at the feel of her cunt writhing around my dick. The heat rushed through my body as she sucked at me.

“Gods damn!” I growled, wanting to cum in her.

I ripped out of her cunt and then buried into Delli’s cunt. I gripped Alli’s rump, massaging her as she trembled through her orgasm. Her sister’s pussy clamped down hard on me. The golden-haired halfling moaned into her mother’s pussy.

“Cum on his dick!” Nelli purred.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Alli gasped, trembling through her orgasm.

“I… I…” Delli’s pussy rippled around me. “Vedr’s queef, I love this dick!”

Her cunt rippled around my dick. That wonderful snatch sucked at my flesh. I groaned at how hungry she felt. Her twat nursed on my dick with passion. I drew back and then slammed back into her cunt.

“Gods, yes!”

I erupted.

My cum fired into Delli’s twat. I groaned, the pleasure blazing across my mind. I groaned through the bliss. I savored the ecstasy that flooded through my body. It was incredible. I bucked and shuddered, my dick spewing spurt after spurt of cum.

But I had two sisters to fertilize.

With a groan, I ripped out of her spasming cunt. My jizz splashed across her bush. I shifted over, my next blast of spunk bathed Alli’s ass, pearly spunk dribbling into her crack. Then I slammed into her pussy. Her cunt spasmed harder.

“Gods, yes!” she moaned. “Breed me!”

“Breed her, brother!” Lasla cheered.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I growled, firing my cum over and over into Alli’s writhing pussy.

Nelli watched as I fired all my cum into her youngest daughter’s cunt. She smiled at me, knowing I had bred Alli, too. I shuddered in delight, my mind melting that the rapture of this ship. I had fucked two of the three older halfling females. I just had Malial and Shalial to breed.

They would be such a treat.

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Lasla

The coast of the Southern Rathay slid past us. It was different from the Northern Rathay Desert on the other side of the Gold Hills. Here it was more scrublands. Dry, but not sandy dunes that stretched for miles. There were thorny plants with leaves such a dark shade of olive they were almost brown.

It was strange to think that it was faster to sail around all of this than to walk across it, but it was. We were nearing Goldport. We had to put in there to get more money. Then we were off to Ankush and the rakshasas.

Kurtis was confident he could handle them. I believed in Kurtis, so I had no doubts.

“That’s it,” Kurtis groaned. He was getting his dick sucked by Malial, the ship’s navigator. The halfling mother nursed on his cock. He had fucked her and her daughter, Shalial, two days before, leaving mother and daughter in a sixty-nine licking out cum.

Incest had spread across the ship. Everyone was enjoying it. Bethie had sex with her son and daughter, and Overia had sex with her mother, father, and brother. Tormin, the only male halfling on the ship, worked his way through his sister and half-sisters, along with his mother and the other older halflings, Nelli, and Malial.

Kurtis had mastered the ship. His suggestions were like the word of god. They would sail him across the world, the women sucking his cock the entire time. I smiled as he finished dumping his dick into her mouth.

Ahead, Goldport lay on the coast. A city of austere, white buildings and a harbor of stone quays. Ships anchored in port, all shapes and sizes. The mines of the Gold Hills brought much of their wealth here. There were said to be homes of the rich where gold was used on the door handles. Entire rooms were sheathed in it.

I still didn’t get the fuss. Gold was pretty enough, but worth anything? But all these people desired it.

I slid up to Kurtis. His arm went around my waist. His other hand adjusted his sword hanging from his other waist. He wore his scimitar with more comfort now after a week’s worth of practice with Pyrriah on the deck.

That often ended with her getting fucked hard from behind.

“So, how are we making money?” I asked him, gazing out at the city sliding closer and closer.

“Oh, I have a few ideas,” he said and winked at me.

I shuddered. If he thought he could do it, then he would. I kissed my brother, utter faith for him brimming in my heart.

To be continued…

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Sky has a plan to take control of her mother. Will it work?

Futa Daughter’s Naughty Temptation

Chapter Nine: Daughter’s Naughty Futa Scheme

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

Sky Marlow

I panted, my cock buried in Mrs. Reyes’s pussy. The pantyhose I’d torn through ripped a little farther across her right butt-cheek, exposing more of the golden-brown flesh beneath. It looked so hot peeking through.

I grinned at that. She had a great ass. So perky and bubbly.

She was perfect for my plans, but I wanted to have more fun with her. I shuddered and pulled my girl-dick out of her. My nineteen-year-old body quivered. It had been so hot to fuck my married math teacher beneath my futa-mother’s nose.

Mom thought I wouldn’t go after married MILFs, but they were what I craved the most. Yes, the virgins my naughty mommy was procuring for me were fun to pop, but they were just girls. I needed women.

I had such a naughty idea percolating in my head. It was a wicked plan.

“Mmm, you have such a yummy pussy,” I moaned. “And now it’s full of all my naughty cum.”

“Yes, it is,” she moaned. “Miss Marlow, you naughty hermafrodita puta, you flooded me. My husband has never pumped so much into me.”

“I’m special,” I said. “And we have plenty of time, don’t we?”

“Si,” she groaned. “I need more.”

“You’re going to get more,” I purred and fell to my knees. I grabbed her rump, feeling the tear racing across her right butt-cheek, the left half still covered by that silky nylon.

Her thick, black bush beaded with my cum now. The aroma of her sweet pussy was swallowed up by my salty girl-jizz. My pussy clenched as I licked up the cum beading on her curls. I savored the taste of my own cum.

I was so glad that Spice had chosen me to get the futa-dick. So lucky that naughty demon thought I was the perfect girl to fuck all the MILFs I could. I was honored and thrilled. It was so much fun. My cock throbbed.

I sucked up the cum beading on her curls as I nuzzled into her forest. I pressed into her depths, licking and lapping up all the cum I could find. My lips kissed against her married twat. Her sweet flavor trickled through.

“Miss Marlow!” she gasped as I licked her snatch.

I shuddered in delight as my tongue slid through her folds. I gathered up the mix of sweet cream and salty cum. I loved the taste, the flavor melting over my tongue. It was so hot to feast on my sexy, Latina teacher.

“Mmm, Mrs. Reyes, your pussy is so yummy full of my cum,” I moaned.

“Your tongue feels so good stroking my flesh,” she gasped. “Mmm, yes!”

My tongue lapped at her. I licked with hunger as I gathered up the jizz that brimmed on her pussy lips. She made me shiver with delight. I licked and lapped at them. My tongue fluttered through her folds, scooping up more of my own futa-cum.

My clit-dick throbbed and my pussy grew hotter. Juices ran down my thighs as I knelt on the floor and filled her classroom with her naughty moans. The MILF teacher gasped as my tongue stroked from her clit to her taint.

Then I thrust into her.

“Miss Marlow!” she gasped, her butt-cheeks clenching beneath my fingers while my tongue scooped out more of my sweet-infused jizz.

I smacked my lips. “So good.”

I dove in again, scooping out more of my cum and reveling in the salty and sweet flavors flooding my mouth. I thrust my tongue into her married depths over and over. Her bush rubbed on my cheeks and nose as I devoured her.

My fingers dug into her plump butt-cheeks. Her pantyhose tore again, her right asscheek fully exposed. I thrust my tongue into her snatch, swirling around, searching for more of my futa-cum. I had to find every drop of my salty seed.

But the flavor was dwindling. That meant I had to use other methods—such naughty ones—to get out what I craved. I sealed my lips over her pussy entrance, right around that naughty hole I had plundered, and suckled.

“Miss Marlow!” she gasped. “¡Mierda! You naughty hermafrodita puta, what are you doing? Are you sucking out your cum?”

“Bingo!” I moaned into her cunt between suckles.

I nursed on her pussy, my salty cum spilling out over my tongue. I loved the flavor. I worked out more and more of it. I loved the taste. The flavor of her pussy. She tasted amazing mixed with my futa-cum. I loved this.

I suckled hard, my cheeks hollowing and…

No more cum.

She had run dry.

I shuddered and then licked from her clit, up through her folds, to her taint like I had a dozen times before. Only this time, I kept going. I lapped up through the tear in her pantyhose and into her butt-crack. I found her sour asshole.

I rimmed her sphincter. I danced my tongue around it while she squealed in shocked delight. Her butt-cheeks squeezed about my face as I caressed her sour hole. I savored the flavor of her sphincter, this earthy taste that had my futa-dick aching.

“Miss Marlow!” she gasped. “That is positively filthy.”

“I know,” I moaned and pressed my tongue against her asshole.

“What are you doi…?” Her words trailed off, my tongue wiggled past her anal ring. “That’s even filthier. You wicked hermafrodita.”

I was.

As I swirled my tongue around in her bowels, my right hand slid across her exposed butt-cheek and past my face. I pressed my digits into her bush and found her cunt. I stroked up and down her slit until I found that naughty opening.

I plunged two of my digits into her flesh.

She gasped, her pussy squeezing around my digits. I loved how she gripped me. It was incredible to enjoy. She squeezed tight about me. I grinned, my fingers pumping in and out of her cunt while my tongue fucked in and out of her asshole.

“That’s good,” she moaned. “Oh, you wicked hermafrodita! You’re going to make me cum.”

That was the plan.

I fingered the married MILF’s twat and devoured her asshole. My tongue wiggled about in her earthy sheath. I thrust my digits faster and faster into her pussy. I stirred her up, my futa-dick aching to fuck her again.

But I was having so muc

fun teasing her asshole and her twat. This was incredible. My futa-dick twitched and throbbed. Pussy cream ran down my thighs. I heated up her cunt. I brought her closer and closer to cumming.

It was an incredible delight to do. My pussy clenched as she moaned. Her butt-cheeks squeezed about my face while her pussy grew hotter and hotter around my fingers. She moaned louder and louder.

“Miss Marlow!” she gasped. “Oh, Miss Marlow! That’s… that’s… Yes!”

Her butt-cheeks squeezed about my face. She held me tight while her pleasure burst from her lips. I loved the sounds she made. The wicked noises were so sexy. They resonated through the air. She shuddered.

“¡Si!”

Her pussy convulsed around my digits. Her flesh sucked at me. I pumped them in and out while her asshole writhed around my tongue. I savored that sour flesh spasming about my naughty, probing tongue.

“You wicked hermafrodita!” she moaned.

“So wicked,” I purred, lifting my face. I thrust my fingers into her pussy, her cream running down my wrist. “I’m going to fuck you hard one more time.”

“Good! Good!” She shuddered on the table.

I ripped my fingers out of her cunt and moaned, “Roll over onto your back.”

As she did, I sucked her sweet cream off my digits. I savored the taste. My futa-dick throbbed. She rolled onto her back, her big boobs quivering. She thrust her legs up and planted them on my shoulders. I gasped as she pulled me towards her.

I slid my digits out of my mouth and purred, “What a wicked teacher you are. I’ve never had someone throw their legs over my shoulder.”

She winked at me. “Now fuck my pussy with that big hermafrodita-cock.”

“Futa-cock,” I moaned.

She shrugged.

I pressed my cock right against her asshole. She gasped as I grinned at her. My small breasts quivered as I pushed on her sphincter. I savored that naughty hole widening to swallow my cock. Just stretching open to devour me and make me cum.

“Miss Marlow!” she moaned as her anal ring slowly parted for my thick futa-dick.

“Mmm, yes, Mrs. Reyes, enjoy!” I purred as I sodomized the MILF teacher.

My cock slid into her bowels. Her anal ring caressed over my spongy crown then sealed about the shaft. I shuddered, my pussy clenching as I ventured deeper and deeper into her asshole. I groaned, my pussy clenching. I reveled in the delight. My body shuddered as I ventured deeper and deeper into her anal depths.

She felt so invigorating. Such a treat for me to violate. I smiled as I went farther and farther into her flesh. Her hot sheath engulfed me. She felt so delicious squeezing about my cock. I shuddered, savoring that wonderful delight.

“Madre de Dios,” groaned the Latina beauty when I bottomed out in her.

I winked at her.

“You are so big. So thick. You’re all the way in my ass, hermafrodita.”

“Yes, I am.” I shuddered. “Oh, Mrs. Reyes, this is a treat.”

“Uh-huh,” she moaned then gasped as I drew back.

I pulled my cock back, savoring the velvety squeeze of her bowels. She massaged my crown. Sent such delight racing through my body. It was a joy to experience. My hands slid up and down her stomach to her boobs. Her pantyhose-clad calves rubbed on my shoulders as I gripped her lush tits as I slammed back into her asshole.

The desk groaned as she shuddered. My hands kneaded her breasts as I fucked away at her asshole. I pounded into her again and again. I slammed my dick to the hilt in her anal sheath with relish. I savored every thrust. Every last plunge into her depths. It was such a hot experience. Her flesh squeezed about me.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she moaned, her asshole gripping me. “Oh, you’re such a naughty hermafrodita, Miss Marlow. You’re stirring up my ass.”

“And I’m going to make you cum hard on my futa-dick!” I panted, my pussy cream running down my thighs.

A thick and delicious flood that worked down my thighs and made me shiver. I savored every moment of it. I buried into her again and again. I fucked her hard and fast. I slammed to the hilt in her, savoring her squeezing about my dick.

“Yes, yes, yes, hermafrodita,” she moaned. “That is good. That is delicious. You fuck me hard. You make me shiver and shudder.”

“Yep!” I panted, thrusting away at her. “And you love every second of it, don’t you?”

“I do!” she moaned. “I love it. This is incredible, hermafrodita. I love it. I love what you have done to me.”

I grinned, savoring the delight of fucking into her. I fucked her with passion. I slammed to the hilt in her over and over again. My dick throbbed and ached. The pleasure swelled in me. It was such a wonderful delight to enjoy.

I thrust. I fucked. I pumped away at her bowels. Her velvety sheath squeezed about me. Her feet twitched by my head. I released her tits and hugged her nylon-clad legs to my chest. I rubbed my little titties into them as I fucked into her hard. I buried my cock to the hilt in her over and over again. I reveled in this delight. My nipples throbbed against the silky fabric.

“Yes, yes, yes!” she gasped. “You’re so delicious, Miss Marlow.”

“Are you going to cum on my big futa-dick?” I moaned, slamming into her bowels. Then I groaned before she could answer, “Of course you are. My dick rules.”

“It does!”

My nipples throbbed against her legs. Her pantyhose stimulated them and my breasts in such delicious ways. The pleasure shot down to my cunt. This naughty heat rippled through me. I groaned, my mind melting beneath the onslaught of this pleasure. It was wonderful. Incredible to enjoy.

I thrust into her with such vigor. I buried into her again and again. My dick throbbed in the grip of her bowels Her flesh massaged me. The wonderful heat slammed down my shaft. I groaned, throwing back my head. My cunt clenched, the juices spilling down my thighs. I flicked my tongue over my lips as my ovaries tightened. My cum brimmed in them, ready to explode out and fire into her bowels.

“Oh, my god,” I moaned as I thrust into her asshole. “I’m going to fire so much cum in your bowels.”

“Me, too!” she gasped. “Oh, just a few more strokes of that maravillosa hermafrodita-cock and I will.”

I grinned and fucked her hard. I slammed my cock into the depths of her asshole over and over. the pressure swelled in my quivering ovaries. The ache grew at the tip of my cock. Her legs tightened about my neck. Her back arched, tits heaving.

Then her pussy gushed juices that splashed my stomach. Her asshole writhed around my dick. I gasped as I drew back, savoring that anal massage. I groaned, hugging her twitching legs tight to my tits. I buried into her.

Erupted.

“Yes!” I howled.

“¡Hermafrodita!” she squealed, her bowels sucking at my spurting cock.

The pleasure blazed out of my cunt and burned from my spurting dick. Ecstasy and rapture flashed through my body and reached my mind. It was an amazing bliss to enjoy. A wonderful ecstasy. I gasped and moaned, savoring this beautiful moment.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” I gasped, her asshole milking my dick.

I loved every moment of my cock unloading into her asshole. I pumped her bowels full of my futa-spunk, the scent of her sweet pussy filling my nose. I groaned through the bliss. I savored the pleasure as I fired the last blast of my jizz into her bowels.

She whimpered as she squirmed. I released her legs and they fell off my shoulders. I panted, my body buzzing from the rapture while my mind worked with the naughty plan that I had concocted. This wicked way to beat my mother.

Oh, it would be glorious.

I would rule this school. She wouldn’t rule me here.

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Madeline Marlow

“There’s an empty classroom on the second floor,” I texted Natalie as the lunch hour neared closer and closer. “Room 218. Meet Sky and head there. That’s where we’ll be having our fun.”

“Will do, Mrs. Marlow,” Natalie texted back. She was such a good slut. I was glad to have her. “Want me to invite Georgia?”

“Sure,” I texted back. “She’ll make it fun.”

Natalie sent back a winky emoji. I sent similar messages to Georgia and Sky. I smiled and rocked back and forth in my computer chair. I glanced at the clock. Ten minutes to go. I shuddered, wanting to just get to it. My clit throbbed, aching to burst into a futa-dick.

A big mommy-cock to love my daughter.

She would have so much fun taking Aoi’s virginity. The girl had such a tight and succulent asshole, too. I couldn’t wait. I had so many ideas on how this would play out. I hummed to myself, my excitement mounting with every moment.

I glanced at the clock. Only two minutes had passed. Really?

I drew in a deep breath as I stared at my computer. I had to finish typing up this letter for the dean of students. I forced myself to write it, struggling to concentrate on the words. It was something I had typed a thousand times, but…

I wanted to watch Sky deflower Aoi. I wanted to see that delight in my daughter’s eyes as she enjoyed herself. I bit my lower lip, my cunt on fire. I squirmed back and forth, so ready for all the wicked fun to come.

I glanced at the clock.

Four minutes to go.

I bit my lip and finished typing the letter. I hit save, attached it to an email to the dean of students, and sent it off for approval. That ate up two more minutes. Close enough. I stood up and pushed in my computer chair. I clocked out.

“You look eager for lunch,” said Mr. Gardner, one of the guidance counselors, as he headed for the door.

“I have some succulent sushi awaiting me,” I said. “Going out with my daughter.”

“Well, have fun,” he said, opening the door for me.

I nodded and then turned left away from the entrance. I reached the stairs. Students burst out into the hallways and poured down them as I headed up against the flow. They filled up both sides as they were all eager to get to their lunch.

I battled it, my clit on fire. Without any panties on, my pussy was dripping juices down my thighs. I had soaked through my bush. I trembled as I reached the second floor. I pushed past more students, heading to room 218.

Aoi was standing before it, squirming. I smiled at the girl. She was so delicious. She lit up at the sight of me, beaming from ear to ear. I pulled the key out of my purse. It fit all the doors in this wing of the second floor. I thrust it in and opened it for her.

No one gave us a second glance as she slid in.

I couldn’t help but grope her ass through her schoolgirl skirt. She gasped and whirled around, her cheeks flushing darkly. I loved the innocence about her. She made my pussy clench with an eagerness to see her cherry popped.

“Mrs. Marlow,” she squeaked. “You’re so naughty.”

“I know,” I cooed, my clit throbbing. “Let’s get you naked for my daughter.”

Aoi blushed. “I can’t believe this is really happening, but I’m glad. This will be so much fun.”

“It will be life-changing,” I promised her as I led her to the teacher’s desk. I pressed against her and kissed her with hunger. My tongue thrust into her mouth. I danced around with her as my hands untucked her blouse.

She had to be perfect for Sky. My futa-daughter deserved the very best.

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Sky Marlow

“Room 218,” I sent to Mrs. Reyes. “Wait for the signal.”

“Yes, Miss Marlow,” the naughty Latina teacher sent back.

“Looking at anything hot?” Natalie asked.

I yelped at my friend appearing and pressed my phone to my chest. My heart burst with activity. “Natalie! You bitch, you startled me.”

“Sorry,” Natalie said. Then she leaned in. “It must be hot if you’re holding it to your chest.”

“It’s the opposite,” I said. “Just the text message from Mom.”

“Well, that is hot,” Natalie said. “Mmm, how was Mr. Claes’s class?”

“So boring,” I lied, resisting the urge to tell my bestest friend all about my naughty fun.

“Well, this won’t be,” purred Natalie. She took my arm. “Your mother has found the perfect virgin. You were so right to point her out.”

“Yep,” I said.

Rounding the corner appeared Georgia. The reverend’s daughter blushed at the sight of us. She quivered with excitement. I couldn’t help but tease her by pulling her to me and kissing her on the lips right here before everyone.

Girls gasped and guys wolf-whistled as I thrust my tongue into Georgia’s lips. I slid my hand down around her waist and grabbed her ass. She kissed me back even as she whimpered. I could feel the embarrassment melting off of her.

“Sky,” she moaned when she broke the kiss. “We’re at college.”

“You’re just so cute,” I told her. “Mmm, so you’re coming along to play?”

She blushed even more scarlet. “I am. Your mother is just so… so…”

Annoying! I wasn’t sure if that was my thought or Spice’s. She sounded just like my own mind.

“Sexy,” I supplied. It was the truth. My futa-mom was sexy, but she was also so damned annoying. She had corrupted both Natalie and Georgia with her angel-gifted cock.

But I had my plan.

“So, shall we?” I said, hooking her arm, a pretty girl on both sides of me.

“Fuck, yes,” said Natalie as we headed to the nearest stairs. “This is going to be so much fun. Ooh, we’re going to have a blast.”

“Yes, we are,” I said, eager for it to begin.

We reached the second floor. It was a ghost town. Everyone had flooded downstairs to eat and escape their classes. I hummed as the three of us counted rooms and came to 218. I certainly had never been in this one before.

I pushed it open and groaned at what I saw.

Mom and Aoi were naked and sitting on a desk. Well, Mom was sitting on a desk. Aoi was sitting on her, Mom’s futa-cock buried deep in the Japanese virgin’s asshole. The girl squirmed, her small breasts quivering. She was a cute girl naked. Her face twisted in delight. She whimpered while my futa-mom stroked the girl’s thighs, hands sliding towards that black bush hiding that virgin twat.

“Mmm, there’s my sexy futa-daughter,” purred Mom. “How’s school been.”

“Boring,” I lied and peeled off my top, exposing my own small breasts. My blonde hair swayed.

“Well, I’m sure this will liven things up, won’t it?” Mom said. Her fingers slid up and up Aoi’s thighs and reached the girl’s bush this time.

Aoi groaned at my mother’s caress. My futa-mom’s fingers slid through the girl’s black bush and clearly rubbed at her virgin folds. My clit throbbed as I worked off my jean skirt. I shoved them down my legs and stepped out of them, naked.

“Mmm, why don’t me and you have some fun?” Natalie cooed.

“Sure,” Georgia said. “You don’t mind, right, Sky?”

“Oh, we’re not exclusive,” I said. “You can have sex with anyone you want. Natalie, make her scream.”

“We’ll do,” Natalie moaned.

I smiled and advanced, my futa-cock sprouting. Aoi’s slanted eyes flashed down. She adjusted her glasses and whimpered. Mom groaned. I bet she loved that tight ass squeezing about her cock and giving her such a naughty massage.

My futa-cock grew bigger and bigger. By the time I reached Aoi, I was at my full girth. She licked her lips, her eyes staring down at my girl-cock. Her hands rubbed up and down her thighs. She whimpered.

“I know, it’s hot,” I said. “Why don’t you touch it?”

Aoi shot both her hands down with greedy hunger. She grabbed my cock and stroked it. She pumped my dick up and down my shaft. I groaned at this wonderful sensation. Pleasure rushed through my body.

It was so incredible. I smiled, my futa-cock throbbing and aching. I would have so much fun fucking her pussy. I would pound her hard. It would be so incredible to do. Just the best. When Aoi guided me down to her pussy, I smiled.

“That’s it,” Mom cooed, her hands sliding up to cup Aoi’s small tits. “Guide her right to that pussy and make her cum hard.”

“Yes, Mrs. Marlow,” Aoi said, her voice so submissive and cute.

I groaned at the feel of her pressing my cock against her silky bush. Those curls slid over my folds moments before I brushed her wet folds. A shiver ran through me. It shot pleasure down to my cunt. I loved every moment of it. My smile grew as she rubbed me up and down that naughty slit. I felt her hymen.

I thrust.

Aoi gasped, releasing my cock. Mom groaned; the girl’s asshole must have clamped down hard on my mom’s futa-dick. Aoi’s hymen stretched for one glorious moment. The girl’s face twisted. She whimpered.

Her cherry popped.

My cock buried into untouched pussy. The opposite of Mrs. Reyes’s wonderful snatch. My back arched as I sank deeper and deeper into Aoi’s flesh. I savored this wonderful bliss. It was so amazing. I bit my lip and groaned out my passion.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned. “Oh, my god, that’s so good. That’s amazing. Oh, fuck, I love it.”

“You’re in me!” Aoi moaned. “You and your mother are both in me.”

“Yes, we are,” Mom moaned and leaned back on her elbows now. “Mmm, Sky, I can feel you in her pussy.”

“I can feel you, too, Mom,” I groaned. I cupped Aoi’s face and nudged her glasses with my fingertips. “Isn’t she just the best mother in the world.”

“Uh-huh,” moaned Aoi. Her pussy clenched down on my futa-cock.

“Just so amazing and awesome. She’s wonderful for getting you for me.”

“Oh, Sky,” cooed my mother, sounding so happy in that touched way mothers got. “Thank you.”

“Well, it’s true, Mom, you’re the best.”

Laying it on thick, aren’t you? Spice asked. That was definitely her. I was certain of it.

Just playing along, I said. I mean, she was a great mom. How many mothers would get virgins for their daughter to fuck?

She doesn’t let you go for MILFs, though. Don’t forget what we truly crave, Sky.

Right!

I drew back my hips, my futa-dick sliding out of Aoi’s deflowered cunt. I kissed her as I did, savoring the silky massage. I could feel my mother’s girl-dick through the flesh. I was incredible to enjoy. It made me so wet. So excited. I smiled as I slammed forward. I buried back to the hilt in her pussy as she moaned.

Her tongue slipped into my mouth. Her arms went around me, her thighs holding my hips. I pumped away at her. Mom moaned out her own pleasure, clearly enjoying the feel of my cock rubbing on hers through Aoi’s flesh.

It was exciting.

“That’s so good,” moaned Mom. “Oh, Sky, yes, yes, fuck her. Enjoy her. I’m so glad you love her as much as I do. She’s just so cute.”

Aoi was definitely that.

I kissed her hard as I fucked her pussy. I drove my cock into her depths over and over again. I savored every thrust. Every last plunge. It was exciting to do this to the girl. So much fun to ream her out. She groaned, her body trembling. Her pussy clenched around my cock as I pumped away at her.

I savored the pressure building at the tip of my cock. The silky delight of her pussy swelled it, bringing me closer and closer to that wonderful moment when I would just pump all my jizz into her cunt. I would flood her with every ounce of spunk I had.

“That’s it, honey,” my futa-mom moaned as I fucked into Aoi’s pussy. “Ooh, I can feel your cock thrusting into her twat. You’re fucking her so hard. She loves it. She’s squeezing her bowels down around my cock.”

I broke the kiss to moan, “Are you, Aoi?”

“Yes,” she squealed, hugging me so tight. “Your cock is plunging so hard and fast into my pussy. And your mother’s dick feels so good in my asshole.”

I licked her ear. “I bet it does.”

I nibbled on her earlobe. I licked at her as I thrust into her pussy. I fucked into her cunt with hard strokes. I loved the way her twat gripped my cock. My mother’s cock massaged mine through Aoi’s flesh. It was so hot fucking this girl while Mom’s futa-dick was buried in her asshole.

My pussy clenched, juices running down my thighs. The pressure swelled at the tip of my girl-dick. I would have such a mighty orgasm. Just a big burst of pleasure. It was incredible. I shuddered, gasping, moaning, reveling in this delight.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I panted, slamming into her cunt with passion. “That’s so good. Oh, that’s amazing. You’re going to make me cum.”

“Yes, yes, yes, I’ll make you cum!” Aoi moaned. “Because… because…”

Her pussy squeezed down hard on me.

“You’re going to cum on my daughter’s futa-dick?” my mother asked. “Huh, Aoi?”

“Yes!” the girl squealed.

Her pussy went wild around my cock. I gasped as I thrust into her spasming pussy. Mom groaned, her own mommy-shaft being massaged by the girl’s asshole. A big smile spread on my lips as I enjoyed every second of Aoi’s cunt sucking at my clit-dick.

I drew back my hips, the pleasure surging through me. It was incredible to enjoy. A wonderful delight that squeezed about my cock. I whimpered, my futa-dick throbbing and aching. I thrust forward into Aoi hard.

“Oh, yes, yes!” Mom gasped. “Ooh, take my cum in your asshole!”

“I am, Mrs. Marlow!” Aoi squealed, her pussy spasming with wild delight around my futa-dick.

Her twat sucked at my futa-dick. It felt incredible. I groaned, the pressure rising and rising in my cunt. I groaned, my face twisting with delight. I shuddered, my breasts jiggling. Then I erupted into her pussy. I flooded Aoi’s deflowered cunt.

“Fuck, yes!” I howled, unloading over and over into Aoi’s pussy.

“Oh, that’s good,” the girl moaned, her pussy rippling around me. “That is very good. You’re both flooding me. Mrs. Marlow! Sky!”

“Oh, Aoi, honey!” Mom groaned.

I shuddered as the pleasure fired out of my spurting cock and rippled out of my cunt. The heat rushed through me. Stars twinkled before my eyes. I trembled, my cock spurting over and over again. I loved the feeling. It was so wonderful.

Such a delight to experience this bliss.

Aoi held me tight while her pussy rippled and writhed around my girl-dick. She gasped and moaned, her face contorting with such naughty delight. She was such a sexy girl to enjoy. My dick throbbed with each spurt of cum.

Each blast of jizz flooded into her twat. I groaned as I hit the wild peak of my pleasure.

Behind me, Georgia squealed in her own orgasmic delight, savoring the bliss of cumming on Natalie’s mouth. I panted, staring down into Aoi’s cute eyes. They had such a gleam behind her glasses. She blinked hers.

“Oh, Sky,” she whimpered.

I smiled and slid out of her pussy, eager to have more fun before my plan went into full effect. I would get to rule this school. It would be amazing. My cock popped out of her cunt and my cum leaked out, matting her bush.

“Ooh, I have to lick you up, Aoi,” moaned my futa-mother.

I grinned. “Such a whorish mother.”

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

Madeline Marlow

Aoi slid off of my cock with a groan. I shuddered as her asshole massaged my futa-dick one last time. Then I plopped out. My dirty dick smacked against my stomach. I just had to lick her pussy clean. She brimmed with my daughter’s pussy cream. It would be such an amazing delight.

The girl sank down on the desk beside me. She knew what I wanted to do to her. I licked my lips, so hungry to devour her. To feast on her. It would be incredible. I slid off the desk, Sky panting a few feet away. Her gleaming cock twitched.

“Mmm, you can slide that into one of Mommy’s holes,” I cooed, brushing the crown of her cock with the back of my knuckle.

A graze that made her dick jump and my daughter moan.

I smiled and ducked my head down. Aoi’s black bush dripped with Sky’s futa-cum. That was such a delicious treat to see. I just pressed my face right into those curls, cum smearing over my cheekbones. Then I kissed right on Aoi’s twat.

I licked the cum that leaked out of her. My tongue flicked up and down her folds. I caressed her, savoring the mix of tart pussy and salty cum. My daughter’s cum. That made this so wicked. I shuddered as I thrust my tongue into Aoi’s snatch to scoop it out.

No hymen in the way this time.

“Mrs. Marlow,” she groaned, her hand grabbing my blonde hair.

“Mmm, such a wicked and slutty Mommy,” Sky said, moving behind me. The wet tip of her cock pressed between my butt-cheeks,. “I know what hole you want me to fuck. You want me to ream out this dirty and naughty hole.”

“I do,” I moaned, trembling as she slid her cock down to my asshole. It was such a treat to feel her nuzzling against my back door. “Fuck Mommy’s ass!”

“Gladly!” Sky said and thrust.

I shuddered as my anal ring widened to take her wonderful cock. I thrust my tongue into Aoi’s yummy pussy to lick out more of my daughter’s futa-cum as her naughty clit-dick popped into my bowels.

I groaned as Sky sank her cock into my asshole. My hands clutched at Aoi’s legs. I threw them over my shoulder as I licked the jizz out of her cunt. She gasped, her thighs clutching to my head, her heels rubbing into my back. She held me tight as I licked the cum out of her snatch.

It was such a treat to enjoy with Sky sodomizing me.

“Oh, my god, Mom!” Sky moaned as she bottomed out in my bowels. Her futa-cock throbbed in my anal sheath. What a wonderful delight that was.

Then a new delight joined the mix. Out of the corners of my eyes, I glimpsed Georgia and Natalie running up. The two girls ducked down. A moment later, two hot tongues lapped at the sides of my dirty cock.

“Oh, Natalie, you’re right, that does taste good,” moaned Georgia.

I had really corrupted that girl.

Yes, you did, whispered in my mind with such disapproval.

I ignored the futa-angel—Grace was such a prude—as the two girls licked at my shaft. They lapped Aoi’s ass off my dick while my daughter drew back her cock. She slid her cock out of my bowels, making me tremble and whimper. Such delight rippled through my body. I moaned out my delight as she slammed back into me. She buried to the hilt in me with her hard strokes.

I thrust my tongue deep into Aoi’s cunt. I swirled around in her. She moaned, her body shuddering. I loved the taste of her naughty pussy. That tangy flavor spread over my lips. It was such a yummy treat. I loved every moment of licking and lapping at Aoi’s pussy.

I gathered all that yummy cum I could out of her twat.

“Fuck, Georgia!” groaned Sky. “Look at you go. Just licking at my mother’s cock. You’re turning into a real whore.”

“I guess so,” she moaned. “I mean, I didn’t think I could be like this, but…”

“But you’re a dirty girl who’s eager to have such a wicked and naughty time.”

“Yes!” she gasped out.

“Mmm, she is,” Natalie purred. “Twist your head around, and you can suck at the tip of her cock.”

“Ooh, yes,” Georgia gasped.

Hot lips slid over the crown of my dirty dick and suckled. The pressure shot straight to my pussy and my asshole. My daughter’s cock slammed into my tightening bowels. I groaned at it, my body shuddering at the heat that rippled through my body. I groaned, loving every second of having my dick sucked and my asshole fucked.

My face scrunched up with bliss. The heat rushed through my body. I groaned, my face scrunching up. This felt so good. This was amazing. Just the sort of wicked treat I needed to experience. I shuddered, my asshole clenching down on my daughter’s clit-dick while Georgia sucked with sloppy hunger on my cock.

My tongue swirled around in Aoi. She moaned, those little titties of hers jiggling. She stared down at me, her face twisting with rapture. She was such an adorable girl. So sexy. She turned me on. Made my dick throb.

Georgia sucked hard on my dick while Sky fucked my asshole. She pounded me hard, my big boobs swaying. Then a naughty mouth latched onto my left nipple. Natalie suckled on my tit. She sent such wicked pleasure streaming through my body. I quivered there, reveling in delight. I was loving every second of this. It was incredible to enjoy.

I licked out more of my daughter’s cum from Aoi’s deflowered pussy, the pleasure surging through me. Sky’s dick reaming my asshole, Georgia’s mouth suckling at my futa-cock, and Natalie nursing on my nipple fired pleasure that mixed in my pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, my bowels clenching down on my daughter’s thrusting cock. “Oh, Sky, this is incredible.”

“I know!” she moaned, thrusting hard and fast into my asshole. “I love fucking your ass, Mom! God, it’s great.”

“Ooh, Mrs. Marlow!” Aoi moaned. “I love this. I’m so glad that you lied to Mr. Claes and snuck me out of class to ‘search’ me.”

“Mmm, it was Natalie who suggested you,” I purred.

“That was Sky,” groaned Natalie between suckles of my nipple. She nursed hard on me.

I gasped, loving that naughty feeling.

“I guess it was!” Sky moaned. “You were just so cute. Had to have Mom seduce you.”

“Such a loving mother!” moaned Aoi. “To do that for her daughter. You are so lucky, Sky, to have such a mother.”

My daughter’s stroke faltered. “Uh, yeah, I guess I am lucky.” Her hands tightened on my hips. “You’re amazing, Mom.”

“Sky,” I gushed in delight, my heart pounding with such joy. I squeezed my bowels down on her clit-dick. “Mmm, you don’t have to stop fucking my asshole.”

“Right.”

She picked back up, her hips thrusting forward. It was incredible to feel. I loved it. I reveled in the delight that swept through my body. I groaned, the bliss swimming through my body was intense. Incredible. I shuddered, loving the way she buried her dick into my bowels.

My asshole melted heat down to my cunt, meeting the suckling delight zapping up my cock from Georgia’s naughty mouth. The girl swirled her tongue around my cock. She teased me. I shuddered at the delight of this moment.

It was fantastic.

I thrust my tongue deep into Aoi’s pussy, scooping out more and more of my daughter’s cum. This incredible delight swept over me. My entire body swam with all the pleasure that they were giving me. Natalie nipped my nipple. Sky hammered my bowels. Georgia’s tongue caressed the slit of my cock. She probed it and then suckled.

“Mrs. Marlow!” Aoi moaned.

My mind was swirling with such naughty pleasure. It swept through my body. I groaned, my cunt on fire. I would have such a huge orgasm. All this bliss swelled and swelled in me. It was incredible to enjoy.

Sky’s futa-dick buried over and over into my bowels. Natalie nibbled on my nipple with her lips. I shuddered, my futa-dick throbbing in Georgia’s mouth. Pussy cream trickled down my shaft heading right for her lips.

She swirled her tongue over my cock. The pleasure was intense. She had to taste my precum and pussy cream. She moaned, the naughty girl clearly loving both. I moaned into Aoi’s pussy, my tongue sweeping around in her silky sheath.

I couldn’t find any more of Sky’s cum.

Mmm, which left me just Aoi’s yummy juices.

“Fuck, Mom!” Sky moaned as my tongue fluttered up and down Aoi’s pussy. Her silky curls rubbed on my face. “This is hot. I’m going to cum in your asshole.”

“I am going to cum on your face, Mrs. Marlow!” Aoi whimpered. “This is too good. Your tongue feels amazing.”

“She’s amazing,” Natalie groaned and nipped my nipple again.

A sharp jolt of pleasure fired down to my pussy and clit-dick. My bowels clenched down on my daughter’s futa-cock. The incestuous bliss swelled in my ovaries. I hurtled closer and closer to cumming again.

I groaned, so eager for that burst of rapture.

Sky hammered my asshole without mercy. The pleasure flowed right to my ovaries. They drank in the heat. My mommy-cum approached a boil. I shuddered, Georgia sucking with such pressure. She wanted my jizz flooding her mouth.

“Georgia,” I groaned into Aoi’s pussy.

I was so close to erupting. It was all building and building in me. I slid my lips up to Aoi’s clit. I nursed on her, the tart flavor of her cunt coated my mouth. It was such a delicious treat. I loved the taste. I sucked on her clit. I nursed on her with hunger.

“Mrs. Marlow,” she squealed.

Her tart pussy juices gushed out into my mouth. I groaned as I drank them down. My asshole clamped down on Sky’s cock plundering my bowels. The friction swelled. She slammed into my anal sheath.

Georgia sucked hard on my clit-dick.

I squealed with ecstasy into Aoi’s pussy. My orgasm exploded through me. Hot mommy-cum jetted into Georgia’s mouth. I flooded her with spurt after spurt of my spunk. At the same time, my asshole spasmed around Sky’s thrusting futa-cock.

“Fuck, Mom!” she moaned, feeling my flesh writhe around her.

“Cum in me,” I moaned between licks of Aoi’s furred muff. The Japanese girl moaned as her juices spilled down my chin.

Waves of ecstasy washed out of my cunt and jolts of rapture fired from my spurting girl-dick. I groaned, my daughter’s dick burying again and again into my bowels. Natalie kept suckling at my nipple. She nursed at me with such hunger, adding more delight to the pleasure consuming my body.

I groaned, my face scrunching up at how amazing this pleasure felt. It melted across my mind. Georgia nursed hard and Sky moaned as she buried her girl-dick to the hilt in my asshole. Her fingers tightened on my hips.

“Mom!” she gasped.

Her hot futa-cum flooded my bowels. She pumped my asshole full of her jizz. Spurt after spurt of her bliss washed through her. It was incredible. I whimpered, my mind melting from all the bliss that swept through me.

“Oh, Lord, yes!” I moaned into Aoi’s pussy. “That’s incredible.”

“Yes, it is, Mom!” Sky purred. “Oh, that’s just so hot. I love it! Ooh, yes, yes, this is the best thing ever!”

I nodded my agreement, Georgia sucking on my cock as I came down from the intensity of my orgasm. My daughter’s futa-dick fired a few more times into my bowels as I panted. Aoi whimpered, sounding so cute.

Natalie’s mouth popped off my nipple. “That was fucking intense. I want to get fucked—”

“What is going on in here?” a woman demanded. “If any of you are fornica…” Her words trailed off

I froze. My head shot up to see Lupita Reyes standing in the door staring at us. She looked shocked. My cock softened in Georgia’s mouth as the fear slammed into me. She caught us red-handed. I quivered there, my mind spiraling.

“No, no, no,” I whimpered.

“It’ll be okay, Mom,” Sky said and ripped her futa-dick out of my asshole. “We have to seduce her. It’s the only way to keep you from getting fired.”

But we couldn’t do that. Lupita Reyes was married. It would be wrong.

Right?

To be continued…

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Reading erotica, it often seems to me that many writers don’t actually seem to know much about actual sex, rather than writing about it, and it comes across as artificial. “Star”, about whom I’ll write in this episode of my memoirs, had plenty of experience of hetero sex, but had fought shy of writing lesbian scenes for this reason. After our two weeks together, though, she is now adept at writing them as well. Her readers can thank me for that.

Her flight had been delayed the previous night, and I let her lie in late before calling her hotel.

Apparently I wasn’t quite late enough. Her voice was thick and muddy with sleep on the phone.

“ ‘Ullo?”

“Your escort awaits, ma’am,” I said.

“Juliana!” I could hear the sudden surge of energy in her voice, as though she’d only actually woken up just now. “Is that you? Really you?”

“Kittykat,” I said, grinning with pleasure into the phone. “Were you expecting someone else?”

“I can’t wait to meet you. When are you coming over?”

I went to the window and looked out over the city. In the distance, I could see her hotel, a block of grey and white concrete towering over the skyline. Perhaps we were looking at each other across the kilometres, all unknowing. “You tell me. I await your pleasure.”

“Come over right now. I’ll go have a bath and freshen up.”

I looked down at the street and estimated the time it would take from the traffic conditions. “I’ll be there in three quarters of an hour.”

Driving across the city, I felt a pleasant tingling in my breasts as the distance between us shrank with each turn of the tyres. We’d met online, in a writing group on a website now long dead. I’d not fit in particularly well with the rest of the members of the group; people who apparently wrote only for the sake of the praise of other members, not to improve their own writing or give honest criticism which might help me improve. I’d been on the point of quitting the group altogether when I’d got a private message from her.

I still recall frowning at the computer screen as I read the name on the message. Star? Who on earth was Star? Was this some kind of scam? I was on the verge of deleting it unread, and then decided to open it anyway. If it was a scammer, I might at least get some harmless fun out of stringing him or her along.

It wasn’t a scammer. “Hi,” she wrote. “We haven’t met before. I’ve been busy at work these last weeks and didn’t have much time to come online – so I only just got the chance to read your submissions. They caught my attention at once. We need to talk.”

We talked. “This group isn’t much, I know,” she said. “I don’t like the narcissists much either. They seem to demand worship rather than actual readership, if you know what I mean.”

I’d chuckled when I’d read that. It was exactly what I’d been thinking, only I hadn’t put it into so many words. “Besides, they’re mostly prudes and get offended if I get racy, so I have to tone it down,” she added.

“Racy?” I’d asked. “What do you mean?”

“I write a lot of erotica,” she’d informed me. “I like sex, and I like writing about it. You aren’t put off by that, are you?”

This time I’d laughed aloud. Put off by erotica! “Not at all,” I’d assured her. “Why would I be?”

“Good. I’m glad you aren’t. So let’s do this: we’ll ignore the rest of these peoples’ carping and carry on with reading each other and commenting on how we can make our writing better. Is that all right?”

“That’s more than all right,” I’d said.

That had been years ago. Shortly after, the moderator of the writing group had thrown a hissy fit and blocked us both without a word of explanation, which didn’t matter much because by then we were communicating with each other mostly by private messages and email anyway. She was an excellent editor, with a keen eye for redundant verbiage and a good sense of how a story might be improved. What I brought to the table I really didn’t know; it seemed to me that her stories were mostly beyond criticism, but she assured me that I was a great help.

“If you say it’s all right,” she told me once, “I know it’s all right. Do you get my meaning?”

Back then we’d both been in other relationships; relationships, as it happened, which were crumbling to dust. Hers ended first, in a messy divorce, and I let her sob on my virtual shoulder until the ache eventually faded and she healed. My own boyfriend, meanwhile, decided, after five months together, that I wasn’t the person he wanted to share his bed with, and dumped me by text message while I was at work; and you can imagine what that made me feel like. It was Star who’d held out a hand to pull me out. (Regular readers of this series will be well aware that Star is not her real name.)

“You’ve got to live again,” she’d said. “Find pleasure in what is, not what was.”

“How?”

“Let’s write a story together.”

And so, little by little, I came back into the light. By then I’d named Star “Kittykat”; I have an inveterate habit of giving personal nicknames to people I like, nicknames which have meaning only for me. She’d laughed when I’d called her that for the first time. (And Kittykat isn’t the actual nickname I gave her, either, in case anyone’s wondering.)

“Kittykat? Why Kittykat? Do I look like a Kittykat to you?”

“What’s a Kittykat supposed to look like?” I’d challenged. “Anyway, you’re Kittykat now, so you might as well get used to it.”

And then there was a time when we’d both got very busy with work and other things, and our conversations had slackened off. When I had a little time free, she had none; when she was free, I wasn’t. Months passed, and dragged on for almost a year.

One evening I found myself sitting in front of my computer, going through old files, when I found that first story we’d written together, and it sent a pang through me. I’d gone online and straight to my email account, meaning to write her a mail.

An email from her was already there. “Thinking of you…” it began.

“I’m finally done with all this,” she wrote. “All the craziness, the months of insanity, it’s all over. Now, at last, I can take this holiday I’ve been dreaming of for years. And guess where I want to go? Will you make yourself free to spend time with me?”

“Whenever you want,” I’d replied at once. “Your wish is my command, my queen.”

She knew, of course, that I was bisexual, and said that though she’d only ever had sex with men, she had often wondered what it might be like to sleep with a woman. She’d even been made advances to by women a couple of times, but backed out because she wasn’t sure what to do.

“Also,” she said, “I’m used to being naked with men, but I’m not certain what it’d be like to strip in front of a woman. Women can be so judgemental, and I’m getting old and fat.”

“I won’t be judgemental,” I promised her. “Why don’t you send me a couple of nude photos if you want an honest opinion?”

After some hesitation, she did. One was of her standing naked in front of a fireplace, hands behind her head to thrust her breasts forward, with a shy smile on her face. The other was from below and between her thighs, looking up past her vulva at her face framed by her breasts, nipples outthrust.

“You’re extremely good looking,” I assured her with complete honesty. The sight of her labia, dark brown and peeking out from her pubic hair, had made me go wet between the legs. “You don’t have a thing to worry about.”

“At least I won’t be ashamed if I need to get naked in front of you,” she responded. “You’ve seen everything already.”

The rush of memories had occupied me right across town, so that the usual insane traffic hadn’t even exasperated me as it usually did. When I drew up at the hotel, the pleasant tingling of anticipation had intensified into a hammering of my heart. Absurdly, I felt like a teenager on her first date. I took a deep breath to calm down before reaching for my mobile phone.

“I’m here,” I said when she replied. “Are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” she said. “I’m coming down.”

I was waiting in the lobby when she emerged from the lift. The photos I’d seen of her, clothed and otherwise, hadn’t done her justice, though, not fully; they hadn’t shown how regal she was, how she carried herself like an empress. An empress of the night, her black skin offset by the green and purple dress she wore.

Then she saw me and the almost intimidating queenly air was gone, wiped away by a huge grin. “Juliana! There you are at last.”

I held out my arms and she rushed into them, hugging me tight. It had been a very long time since I’d hugged someone, and I held her, taking in the pleasure of feeling her warmth, the smell of her hair and perfume, and the pressure of her breasts against mine.

“Let’s go,” she said at last, breaking the embrace. “We’ll go eat something first. I’m starving.”

That’s how the day started. We had breakfast sitting opposite each other in a little cafe, the waitress darting puzzled looks our way. She was probably wondering what we were doing together, the tall black woman and the younger brown woman who’d kicked off her sandals as soon as she’d sat down. We ignored her, ate our pastries and drank our Cappuccinos.

I don’t recall much of that first conversation; perhaps I might have seemed stupid to her. I just sat across her, listening to her husky voice, telling myself that after a long, long time I was with a friend, someone I could be comfortable with, someone I didn’t have to always feel as though I was walking on eggshells around.

At one point she put her hand on the table, and I reached out and took it, almost afraid that she would snatch it away. She let me hold it, and even squeezed my fingers gently.

“Don’t look so tense,” she said. “I’m not going to bite.”

Later we drove around the city. It was only the first day of her holiday, and we had the whole two weeks ahead of us, so we didn’t enter any of the museums and the old cathedral which stood to the south, its huge spire always reminding me of a titanic shark fin cruising out to sea. And then we drove down to the beach out of town, where the waters of the ocean heaved back and forth and crashed ceaselessly on the shore.

She was surprised at the beach. “Why, it’s almost deserted!”

“That’s why I brought you to this one. It’s not a tourist trap…yet.”

She loved the beach. She lay in the sand and made angels with her arms and legs, laughing. She made a small sand castle with as much glee as a child, and put a tiny pebble on top. “That’s the king,” she said. The king promptly fell off his perch and the castle crumbled back into sand.

“And that,” she informed me solemnly, “is a revolution.”

I took photos of her standing in the surf, laughing and holding her arms out as the waves crashed around her bare feet. We took selfies, holding the camera at arm’s length as we held each other close. I was very conscious of the swell of her breast touching mine.

She prodded my foot with her toes. “Closer,” she said, pressing her breast into me. “You aren’t fully in the frame. That’s it.”

My knickers were uncomfortably soaked by the time she broke the embrace. “Are you all right?” she asked me. “Is something wrong?”

“Nothing wrong,” I said. My head was still swimming a bit and I needed to get myself under control. “How about going to a movie?”

So we went to watch something. It doesn’t matter what it was. The theatre was mostly empty, and the last three rows were totally unoccupied except for the two of us.

She sighed and laid her head on my shoulder, wrapping her arm round mine. “I’m so glad I came,” she murmured. “It feels so good to be with you.”

I could feel her cheek, nuzzling the side of my neck, and wondered if she could feel the thundering of my heart. “I’m happy you came, too,” I said inadequately.

The actress on the screen, Nordic to the fingernails, pulled off her shirt. Her breasts were small and pert, with round pink nipples reminiscent of little rosebuds. Her tiny shorts followed, revealing, for an instant before she turned away, a bare cleft like a sideways smile.

“She looks almost prepubescent,” Kitty said in my ear. “Do you like your women shaved or natural?”

My throat was so dry that I had to wet my lips before I could murmur an answer. “Doesn’t matter to me, really,” I said. “As long as she’s comfortable with who she is, it’s fine.”

“And…” I felt her hesitation, her nerving herself up to ask. “Just, er, out of curiosity, since I haven’t seen you unclothed…”

“I got a Brazilian wax done yesterday,” I said. I had got it done specifically for her visit, but I didn’t tell her that. “It’s more convenient when I’m in a bikini.”

“I can’t wear a bikini,” she said mournfully. “I’m too fat.”

“You’re fine for me,” I assured her. The Nordic actress was preening in front of a mirror, her hands cradling her breasts, and then slipped between her legs as she pretended to masturbate. Her gasps of simulated pleasure were so artificial that they were off putting rather than erotic. I found myself wondering what Kitty’s face would look like in arousal and orgasm. “You’re much sexier than that woman on the screen, and I’m seriously having a hard time keeping my hands off you. If only you knew…”

I didn’t get to finish the sentence. Kittykat’s face shifted on my shoulder, her cheek sliding up mine, towards the corner of my mouth. I turned to her, our lips merging, slipping over and around each other. Her tongue, warm, moist, alive, found mine.

How long that kiss lasted I have no idea. It seemed to go on forever and ever. It was as though it was the first time I’d ever been kissed. When we finally broke for a breath, her eyes were shining.

“My word,” she breathed. “Oh my word.”

“I…” I opened my mouth to say something, I don’t know what, to explain, perhaps even to apologise. But she leaned across and put her finger on my lips.

“Not a word,” she said. “Let’s go. I can’t bear another minute.”

“Go where?”

Kittykat smiled, a slow wide warm smile. “I believe the correct form of the question is, ‘your place or mine?’ “

As we drove back to my flat, she stroked my thigh with her hand, her fingertips grazing the insides of my thighs. “It’s been a while since I last had sex,” she said. “And now I’m so wet my knickers are soaked.”

I didn’t trust myself to reply.

“I hope you don’t have any plans for the evening,” she said.

“No other plans,” I managed.

“Great.” She pressed her fingers to the joining of my legs. “I love feeling this. It’s so warm. I never knew touching another woman would be so wet and warm.”

I finally found my voice as we were riding the lift up to my flat. “I’ve a bottle of wine, all chilled and ready. You like red, right?”

“Screw the wine,” she said. “The wine will wait. I want you, and I can’t wait.”

I fumbled the lock open and we entered my flat. The door had hardly clicked shut behind us and she was in my arms.

“Kiss me,” she said urgently. “Kiss me hard.”

We kissed, our lips crushed together so tightly I could feel her teeth against mine. Her tongue and mine danced, pressing and touching and tasting each other. Her heavy breasts pushed against mine, her hands roved up and down my back.

“God,” she moaned into my mouth. “You can kiss, can’t you? Take me to your bedroom and fuck me.”

We kissed all the way down the living room to the bedroom. Her hands were busy, pulling my T-shirt out of my slacks, pushing them down off my hips. “Take off my dress,” she said urgently.

The green and purple outfit hit the floor with a rustle of silk. She kicked off her shoes, hooked one leg round my calf, and pushed me down on the bed on my back. Contained only by her bra, her heavy breasts hung over me. I felt her hands, tugging impatiently, and my knickers slipped down my legs and off my feet. She stood looking down at me.

“You’re so lovely,” she said, crouching down between my legs. “I’ve often imagined what you might look like naked but I never really thought you’d look like this.”

“You could have asked me to send you a photo,” I told her. “You’d have known then.”

“I was embarrassed to,” Kittykat said. Her fingers fluttered between my legs, spreading open my vulva. “What should I do now?”

“It’s better that I do it to you,” I said. “Then you can do the same to me. After all, I’m the experienced one here.”

“Um.” Kittykat slid up the bed and crawled up me, her hands fluttering over my belly and breasts. I raised myself off the bed so I could take my bra off. “You feel so good,” she said, looking down into my face. “So warm.”

She did, too. My hands slipped under her bra. Her nipples were large and stiff with excitement.

“Wait a second,” Kittykat said, rising. “Let me take this damned thing off.”

In the amber light of the bedroom, her body was like a sculpted statue of mahogany. The curve of her back, the hollow limned by the reflected light, arched gracefully down to her flared hips, which tapered down to her surprisingly elegant thighs. Her arms, fingers long and dextrous, unhooking the bra and flicking it away, clad now only in her pale pink knickers. Her bare breasts swung, drawing my eyes after them. She slid onto the bed, rubbing her stiff nipples up my torso as she lay beside me. Her hand touched my cleft, unsurely, and then moved away.

I pushed myself down the bed until my face was level with her breasts, and touched the tip of one nipple with my tongue. She shivered. “Oh. That feels…oh.”

I took the nipple in my mouth, gently sucking, and pushed her breasts together so I could move my mouth from one nipple to the other and back again. Her hands were on the back of my head, rhythmically pushing my mouth on to her breasts. I could feel her chest rise and fall with the increased pace of her excited breathing.

“Harder,” she murmured, pushing down on my head. “Suck harder”.

As I sucked on her erect nipples, lashing my tongue around the nubs of her areolas, I slipped one hand down the gentle swell of her belly to the soaked fabric of her knickers. Through the thin cloth I could feel the wet heat of her sex. I passed my fingers inside the waist of the underwear and down the groove of her cleft. Her labia parted before my fingers, and the soft moist tunnel of her vagina enfolded them. I pushed them in and out while I sucked on her nipples, but the little undergarment limited my movement. She arched her back.

“Please,” I thought I heard her murmur. “Come on, come on. Please.”

Trailing kisses down her belly, pausing briefly to dip my tongue into the dimple of her navel, I pushed myself down between her thighs. I could smell her sex now, a salty warm tang. It had been a while since I’d last been with a woman and I’d desperately missed that unique aroma. I kissed and nibbled the insides of her thighs, edging up towards the knickers. She bucked her hips.

“Get them off me,” she whispered.

Hooking my fingers on the waistband, I pulled them down. The fabric was so soaked with her juices that the cloth stuck briefly to her tissues. She sighed as they slid down her thighs and fell away from her body. Her pubic hair was a dark thick triangle between her spread legs.

As I parted her labia with my fingers, her clitoris sprang out at me, a nub like a little turret pushing out of the top of her cleft. When I touched it with the tip of my tongue she almost jumped. “God!”

“Relax,” I said, remembering that this was her first time with a woman. “Just relax and enjoy what I’m doing to you.” Her vagina was deep pink shading to purple, reminding me of a hibiscus flower, the tissues slick with her moisture. I put my fingertip at the tip of her clitoris and began moving it in semicircles. She sighed and laid her head back, her breasts rising and falling fast. Moisture dripped out of her vagina to form tiny drops on her labia.

“God,” she repeated. “Oh god.”

“It’s just the beginning.” I pointed and stiffened my tongue and began licking up and down her cleft, dipping into her vestibule and vagina to taste her salty juices before going back to her labia again. She clamped her thighs around my head and began to heave, her hips rising and falling in time to my licks.

It was time. She was almost at her orgasm, I could feel it. I put my tongue on the top of her cleft, flicking it side to side across her clitoris. With a cry, she came, shuddering all over as she bucked frantically, thrusting her vulva against my mouth, grinding her hips side to side. On and on her orgasm went, seeming to reduce in intensity only long enough to let us both catch a breath before it flared again. On and on, until we both lost all sense of time. Her vagina, my tongue, her thighs around my head, her soft cries, the drumming of her bare heels on my back, these were the only things in the world. And yet she came, again and again.

At last it was over. Her thighs loosened their grip and fell apart. She lay on her back on the bed, gazing up at the ceiling, a stunned expression on her face. Her breasts rose and fell as she gasped for air.

“Kittykat?” I asked. “Are you all right?”

Her lips hardly moved. “That was…I never knew it could be like this. It was never like this before.”

“We’re just getting started,” I said. Putting my right middle finger in my mouth to moisten it, I slid it – my hand palm-upwards – into her vagina. Her tunnel, hot and moist, clutched at me. She gasped.

“Am I hurting you?” I asked. “Let me know if I hurt you.”

“No, no,” she said quickly. “Don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” I promised her. My finger began stroking back and forth, rubbing inside her. Suddenly I found what I was looking for as she moaned and went rigid. I began pressing my fingertip rhythmically on the front wall of her vagina, rubbing it back and forth, and she began thrashing, her hands clutching at the bedspread as she cried out and her hips bucked against my hand so hard I had difficulty keeping my finger inside her.

“What was that?” she whispered when she’d finally stopped coming. “What on earth was that?”

“Your G-spot,” I said. “Here it is.” I pushed in another finger, in a corkscrew motion, and rubbed the backs of my fingernails against it. She shuddered.

“Give me a chance to catch my breath,” she said. “You don’t want to orgasm me to death right at the start.”

“Not a chance of that,” I laughed. “I need to get off, too.” Taking my fingers out of her vagina, I took a pillow and nudged it under her hips so that they were raised off the bed. I then crawled up her body, my nipples rubbing on her belly, then knelt over her and lifted one of my legs over hers.

“Spread your legs,” I commanded. “As widely as possible. Then hold your vagina open with both hands.”

“What are you going to do?” she asked, obediently spreading her labia apart with her fingers.

“You’ve heard of scissoring, right? Tribadism?” Spreading my own labia apart so that my clitoris bulged out from under its hood, I lowered my vulva to hers. “This is how it’s done.”

It had been a while since I’d scissored with another woman, and I’d forgotten the unique sensation of one’s own moist membranes kissing someone else’s, our labia meeting like mouths. Kittykat, who’d never felt it before, gasped, but I think I did too. Holding myself apart with my fingers, I began rubbing my clitoris against hers, first slowly, and then building a rhythm as I speeded up.

“Try not to move,” I said. “Let me do all the work.” With every thrust of my hips her wet pubic hair rubbed deliciously against my clit. “Let me…” my voice trailed off as I felt the first rush of my orgasm approaching, and then it struck. Crying out, I ground my vulva against hers and was hardly even aware when, with a small scream, she came too. Then my strength gave out and I fell forward on her, our sweat-slick bodies touching.

She held me to her bosom, both of us breathing hard, waiting for our racing hearts to slow down. Her fingers slipped through my hair. “That was incredible,” she said quietly, “I never knew sex could be like this. No wonder you go for women.”

“It’s not always that lesbian sex is better,” I said. “It’s like hetero sex, you have to work at it and practice, and sometimes it’s good, and sometimes it’s perfect.”

“Oh, right. It must be true what they say – that it’s who you do it with that matters most of all.”

“Also, look at this from the educational point of view,” I grinned. “From now on, you can include lesbian sex scenes in your writing, and knowing what you’re writing about.”

“Ha. I can see the dedication. ‘For Juliana, who showed me how to have sex with a woman.’ That should interest readers.”

“You make it sound as though I used a chalk and whiteboard.” I laughed. “You’ll stay here now, of course? There’s no need to waste money on your hotel.”

“I’ll stay,” she said, with a slight smile. “If you want me to, that is.”

“Shall I show you how much I want you to?” I asked.

“Show me,” she challenged, and I drew her to me again.

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Two young lovers have hot steamy sex in the school showers, while their coach watches.

A revised version of my first story. I’d love some feedback.

When I was 16 I realized that I was a lesbian, and I quickly met my girlfriend Katey during swimming practice. But that’s a different story. This is the story about how I became captain of my schools swimming team when I was 17.

Swim practice had ended and I was getting dressed, when Katey came and whispered in my ear that she wanted me to hang back. I smiled wickedly, because I knew what she meant. I purposefully dawdled, took things out of my bag and then put them back in, anything to waste time.

Eventually everyone left and I immediately locked the door and whipped off my clothes. I looked around but couldn’t see Katey, then I heard the sound of water running. I found her in the showers, hot water already steaming up the room; she was sitting on the floor playing with herself, water forming a cascade down the v-line between her buxom breasts, down her toned stomach, to where her hands met her pussy. She gave me that “come hither” look and I walked to her, the hot water hitting my head and flowing over my red hair and down my shoulders. It ran over my pert, perky breasts, all the way to my smooth pussy. I was soaked in no time, but it was nowhere near how wet my pussy was getting from just looking at her with two fingers buried inside herself. She was still sitting on the floor, so she leaned forward and her tongue ran up my slit and danced across my clit. I gasped as my lovers skilled mouth flicked and probed me, my young quim spasming as Katey started me on the journey closer and closer to ecstasy. I ran my hands over my chest and tweaked my pink nipples, already hard with arousal, the small bursts of pain mingling with the overwhelming pleasure coming from my loins. I brought my hands down and grabbed Katey’s head, and I began to grind my lovers face into my hungry pussy. Suddenly the rising pleasure exploded in me, surging orgasmic euphoria throughout every part of my body.

I fell to my knees and into katey’s arms, with the warm water of the shower enveloping us like a cocoon, our lips met and I tried to express my feelings for her with just a kiss. Her lips parted and our tongues entwined, I could taste the residual juices of my pussy in her mouth. My hands started to explore her slender body, feeling my way to her breasts. I pinched one of her nipples and smiled as she gasped into my mouth. With my hands on her breasts I pushed her down onto her back and licked my way down her body, stopping briefly to nibble her pointy nipples. I was between her knees and I took a moment to admire the little patch of brown pubic hair that she kept unshaven above her otherwise bare mound. I leaned down and gave her bush a little kiss, and then I ran my tongue down and I started licking her smooth pink pussy. Her pussy lips parted and I could taste her juices as they started to flow into my mouth. The water from the shower was a good cover because it drowned out the sounds of Katey moaning. Her moans reached new heights when I wrapped my lips around her clit and flicked my tongue across it rapidly.

Suddenly I felt the hair on the back of my head stand up; I felt eyes on us. We were being watched. With katey’s pussy still in my mouth, I looked up. Standing in the door way to the showers was our swimming coach. Even though the room was full of steam, I was still able to see that she had her hand down her pants and her other hand was kneading her breasts over her track suit top. I locked eyes with her while my tongue danced across katey’s clit. I took two fingers and thrust them deeply into my lovers slit. Katey moaned load, her back arching, as she reached orgasm. My mouth was flooded with her fluids and I happily drank the sweet nectar. I still had my eyes on my coach, and I saw her give a quiet moan as she too reached her peak. She took her hand out of her pants, straightened her clothes and was about to leave. She stopped and looked at me, and I saw her mouth the words “thank you” before she turned and left.

I crawled over Katey and kissed her, letting her taste her juices this time. It was about then that I noticed the water had started to turn cold. I got up, and bent over to help Katey get up. The wet floor cause us to slip and we ended up back on the floor, where we lay, laughing at our own clumsiness. I looked into my lover eyes and gave her a peck on the lips. Then I started to chuckle even more, this time at the absurdness of our coach catching us, and fingering herself while watching two of her students having lesbian sex in the showers after hours.

“What’s so funny? We just fell down, it’s not that funny” Katey asked me, smiling.

“I just thought it would feel different being watched, let alone caught” I replied, brushing a little hair out of her face.

“What are you talking about?” a puzzled look spreading over her beautiful face.
I cocked my head and was about to ask her if she was serious, when suddenly it hit me. She didn’t know.

“You had your eyes closed the entire time, didn’t you?” I asked, about to burst into laughter. She nodded and got even more confused when I did start laughing, the sound echoing off the walls.

“Stop it! And tell me what you are talking about. Did… did someone see us?!”
I got to my feet again and helped her up, this time we successfully made it out of the shower.

“Ok, I’m sorry I laughed at you. I wasn’t really laughing at you, just laughing more at the added absurdity” I put my bra and panties on and started to get into my jeans.

“Come on! Spill it, tell me what happened.” Katey was brushing her hair, still completely naked.

“It was about the time I was head deep in your vag that I noticed we had an audience”.

“Oh my god! Who? Are we busted? Why didn’t you stop?” her brush clattered to the ground as questions fired from her like a machine gun. She looked like she was getting ready to run away. Needless to say I was loving it. I knew once I told her all of it she would calm down and we would have a good laugh together.

“Coach Fisher” I said with a smirk.

“Coach Fisher! Was she mad?”

“Well they way she was 2 fingers deep in her own cunt, I’d say no… She’s not mad”.

“She was masturbating while watching us? Holy crap that’s awesome!” she hugged me, her nude body pressing against my half dressed self. And then we laughed, she did forgive me for torturing her like that, and agreed that she would have done the same thing. We finished getting dressed and shared one last kiss before exiting the change room. As we left, we made plans to get together in a couple of days and see a movie. I had to get home and do my homework. Then I was babysitting the next day, so I didn’t have much time to see her again for a couple of days.We hugged as we went our separate ways.

“Goodbye, Eve.” And in a whisper in my ear “I love you”.
My heart almost burst with emotion.

“I love you too, Katey” and I risked a kiss, right there on the sidewalk, outside of the school. Blushing furiously, we both went our different ways.

Later that evening, while I was wracking my brain around some science homework, the phone rang. Then my mom shouted up from the living room;
“Eve! Phone for you!”

Thinking it might be Katey; I ran to the kitchen and grabbed the cordless and raced back to my room.

“Hello.” I was surprised to hear Coach Fisher on the other end.

“Hello Eve, I just wanted to call you about the little display you and Miss Katey were putting on this afternoon. I would like to say that I greatly enjoyed the show and I would very much like to see more. I am thinking of promoting you and Katey to co-captains of the swim team, and I’d like to see both of you in my office immediately after next practice to discuss your possible promotion and the benefits that such a position entails. Of course this kind of position means you’ll have to stay late after each practice but I’m sure we’ll find some constructive ways to spend that time. I am about to call young Katey and inform her as well. Again, I’ll express my appreciation and wish you a good night. Goodnight Eve, see you tomorrow”

And the line went dead. I sat there in my room, stunned at the sudden turn of events. The realization hit me and I started to scream and cheer and dance around my room.
I couldn’t wait to hear from Katey, and discuss the possibilities of the “meeting” in coach’s office after practice next week. The anticipation was already growing in my chest.

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