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The futa has one hot study session at her friend’s house!

Futa’s Wild Passion

Chapter Seven: Futa’s Naughty Study Session

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to FallenAngelX00 for beta reading this!

I felt like a million bucks as I walked through the college, trailed by my little sister. Allie and I had just had a naughty time in the bathroom. Of course, right before that, I had a naughty time with my new girlfriend Wendy. I had deflowered her while Allie lurked in the stall next to us, masturbating to the sounds of our love-making.

My sister was my secret lover. My incestuous delight. We couldn’t let anyone know, so when Wendy confessed her love for me and wanted to be my girlfriend, I thought it was perfect. I didn’t want to hurt her, but if I had a girlfriend, things would be easier.

And since I had a cock now, Wendy didn’t consider us lesbians. I didn’t know what it made us actually. The lesbian dean of my college thought it still meant she was gay for liking my girl-dick while Wendy thought it meant she was actually straight. She was thrilled to now be able to openly express her feelings for me.

It was so complicated.

I reached the cafeteria and spotted my friends having lunch. Wendy saw me first and squealed. She bounded to her feet and took two steps towards me before she stopped, this flush of embarrassment crossing her nineteen-year-old face. We were the same age. Keeping her blonde hair in an elegant French braid kept her heart-shaped face clear of her hair. She had blue eyes that shone.

I took her hand and then glanced at our friends. Pita was there, of course, my Hispanic friend arching a naughty eyebrow at us. She knew why Wendy had taken me off. Victoria had a speculative look. The brunette also knew my secret. She had blown me with Pita and Wendy in the bathroom before classes.

My other two friends, Briana and Tina, looked with some surprise at Wendy and I holding hands. Briana had long, black hair and a speculative look on her pale face while Tina shook her head. Her short, brown hair swayed about her face.

“What is up with you two?” Tina asked.

“We’re dating,” I said.

Briana’s jaw dropped. Victoria smirk grew. “I knew you were gay, Wendy.”

Wendy gasped. “I’m not gay because…” Then she glanced at me, her eyes wide. “I mean, should we tell them.”

“I’m a futanari,” I said at the top of my lungs. I heard a few gasps from nearby tables. “I, eh, came down with Futanari Syndrome yesterday.”

“That’s the secret that you and Pita have been hinting at!” Briana gasped.

“Oh, my god, Jenny!” gasped Tina. She bounded to her feet. “Are you okay?

“I’m great!” I said, tightening my grip on Wendy’s hand. “I’m a futanari, and so it’s not gay. Because I have a…” My cheeks burned. “Well, I have one of those.”

“A cock!” a guy shouted from a nearby table.

“Yes!” I said with pride. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. I know you have one, James. Only mine’s bigger.”

James clamped his jaw shut as sniggers burst around him.

I caught a glimpse of Allie sitting down with her friends. Kathy Greene, the sexually adventurous minx I’d been hearing so much about, leaned over and whispered to my sister. She nodded her head. I hoped Allie wouldn’t talk about our incestuous affair. I didn’t think she would, but…

She was an excitable girl.

“I’m so happy for you both,” Tina said and then hugged Wendy and me, pulling us so tight. “Ooh, I’m more than a little jealous that you snagged her up first. A real, live futanari.”

“Yeah, I bet Pita must be so disappointed,” said Briana.

“Right,” Tina said, pulling away from us. “You watch that futanari porn star.”

“Oh, well,” Pita said. “I mean, Jenny and I are sex friends. I hope that’s okay, Wendy? You know, since you two are dating.” My Hispanic friend gave me a speculative look. She knew I had a secret lover but thought it was my MILF neighbor.

“It’s okay,” Wendy said as she pulled me to the table to sit down with our friends. “We, uh, talked and… I understand that futanari have increased libido.”

“So I could be your sex friend, too?” said Tina.

“Yeah,” I said, my futa-dick swelling in my panties. “If Wendy’s okay with it.”

“Just so long as you remember she’s my girlfriend,” said Wendy a little possessively. “We’re going on a date on Friday.”

“Yep,” I said.

“And she’s coming over to my house to work on a project tonight,” Pita said. “And other things.”

“Isn’t your mom going to be home?” I pointed out. “And we need to get the project done.”

Pita’s face fell and we all giggled.

The rest of the lunch hour passed swiftly. I had a feeling that Veronica and Briana also wanted to be sex friends with me. This being a futanari was having a lot of perks. I just hoped I didn’t hurt Wendy. Maybe I would develop feelings to match hers, but…

Allie had claimed my heart so fast. It was so hard knowing she was eating lunch only twenty feet away.

The word that I was a futanari buzzed through the student body. Everywhere I went, people whispered. I felt girls and guys giving me strange looks. Sometimes curious, sometimes disgusted, and sometimes they were inscrutable. Professors welcomed me and told me they supported my decision to come out as a futanari.

“You’re so brave,” was said a lot to me over the course of the day. Sometimes, random girls would give me friendly hugs, girls I didn’t even know, and boys would give me fist pumps or high fives.

Others just gave me cold shoulders.

There was no way I could use the girl’s locker room for PE, my last class of the day. I took advantage of the offer to use the coach’s private room. It was installed a few years ago to cut down on any sort of rumors of inappropriate behavior between students and staff.

Of course, there was a whole group of lesbian professors who did naughty things with students. Dean Washington led them.

My cock felt so obvious during PE. Everyone seemed to be looking at it, which only made me pop a boner, as boys put it. I was so hard and aching, my gym shorts doing little to hide my arousal. Girls giggled and guy scowled as they realized just how big I was.

I couldn’t help it. The girls were looking cute in their shorts, especially Heather. Her butt was bubbly and cute, just molded by the red gym shorts we wore. My cheeks burned. I was so thankful when it was over and I could go to the private room and shower.

It was such a relief to strip out of my gym wear. I stood naked under the shower in the small room. It had a sink and a toilet with a shower in the corner. The entire floor was tiled and the room was open. You had no privacy, but it was a single use.

I ignored my hardon, fighting the urge to masturbate right here. I didn’t have that much time. I was soaping my breasts, rubbing my hands over my round tits, when the door creaked open behind me. I gasped and whirled, covering my tits.

My cock swung hard before me.

Coach Clarkson stood there, her eyes widening. Her cheeks went red and, for a moment, I thought she was going to enter. She stared at my dick bobbing before me, water dripping off of it. I didn’t know what to do.

Then she pulled the door shut. “Sorry, I forgot you were using it.”

“Oh, right,” I said, trembling. “I should have locked it.”

Didn’t I? Had she peeked in? Did she want to see my futa-cock? People always gossiped that a female gym coach was a dyke, but I didn’t think Coach Clarkson was. She didn’t have that look. Of course, neither did Wendy. Still, it must have just been an honest mistake.

But what if it wasn’t…?

Fantasies of the coach slipping in and doing things with me beneath the shower spray burned through my mind as I finished washing. It was so hard to pull my panties up and over my girl-dick. I really, really wished I had masturbated.

If coach Clarkson had caught me…

I was turning into such a pervert.

I headed to meet up with Pita and go home with her. I passed more students telling me, “You’re so brave!” like I had any control with coming down with Futanari Syndrome. It was just a strange roll of the genetic dice. I came up snake eyes or maybe double sixes.

I guess it depended if I saw being futa as having a glass half empty or half full.

Half full. I was liking having a futa-dick.

“There she is!” Pita grinned when I sauntered up. “Let’s give it up for Jenny! She’s so brave!”

A group of girls, with a few guys, clapped and cheered for me. They ranged from freshman Allie’s age to my fellow sophomores up to seniors. I blushed at the attention. It was so sincere, I could see it in the girls’ eyes, but it was also so cringy and embarrassing at the same time.

One guy held up a sign proclaiming, “Futanari ally!”

I fought the urge to roll my eyes. I was sure the guys were just there to score on the girls, but I didn’t want to be rude. So I smiled and waved to them. I blew a few kisses. More than a few girls had smoldering looks in their eyes.

I might end up with more sex friends then I could handle.

“Okay, okay,” Pita said. “Do I need to turn the hoses on you? Let’s go.”

She grabbed my hand and we headed to the city bus that would take us to her house. I saw Allie about to board a different bus and waved at her. She flashed me a thumbs up then grabbed her phone and sent a message.

I pulled it out and blushed. It was a shot of her pussy and said, “I’ll be wet and waiting for you to get home.”

When had she taken that pic?

“Secret message from that MILF of yours?” asked Pita as I thrust my phone back into my purse, my futa-dick still hard from my coach fantasy.

“Yeah,” I said. “She, uh, sent me a dirty pic.”

“You going to tell Wendy about her?” Pita asked as we climbed into the bus. It had the smell of vinyl from the green seats.

“Maybe,” I said as we took ours. “I want to feel her out. She’s okay with some sex friends, but…”

“But you already love someone else.” Pita leaned back. “That sucks for Wendy. Maybe you shouldn’t date her.”

“Maybe I’ll feel something back,” I said. “She gave me her virginity. I couldn’t just say no. She’s my friend. I do love her, just not that way. Yet.”

We discussed my upcoming date with Wendy, debating what I should wear and where we should go. We had things narrowed down when we got off at her stop. We walked down the street to her house, still talking. Pita wanted me to wear a thong, but I just couldn’t with my futa-dick.

“I’ll pop out the moment I get hard,” I said, my cock throbbing at nearly my full girth, the tip peeking out the top of my waistband. I was glad I wasn’t tucking.

“I know,” Pita said. She darted up to her front door and whirled around on her porch to face me. “That’d be so hot. Then Wendy could find it while you’re in the theater. Give you a little BJ.”

“Oh, my god,” I groaned. “You got a pervy mind.”

Pita winked at me. She whirled around and opened the door. “Mom, I’m home. Jenny’s with me. She’s a futanari now!”

“Pita!” I groaned.

“She’s a what now?” Mrs. Asis asked. She peeked in from the kitchen wearing an apron over her sweatpants and t-shirt.

“A futanari,” said Pita. “She got that Syndrome yesterday. Wild, right? We’ll be studying and working on our project.”

“A futanari…” Mrs. Asis’s jaw dropped. She had the same golden-brown skin as her daughter, her curly-brown hair falling around a face dotted with flour. “You grew a…?”

“Yep,” I said, my cheeks on fire. “Eh, we got a school project to work on. So, we’ll be studying.”

“Sure,” she said, sounding dazed. “Er, have fun.”

“It’s a school project for boring biology,” said Pita, rolling her eyes. “We have to give some dumb report on ants. It’s so stupid.”

Mrs. Asis didn’t have a followup.

We reached Pita’s room and shrugged out of our backpacks and dropped our purses on her bed. She had two chairs and we pulled both up at her white desk. It had pink flowers drown around the edges, painted by hand by her father when she was little. We spread out the books and she opened her iPad and docked her keyboard to it.

“Okay, let’s dive into ants,” she said. “They use pheromones to communicate. Is that why you turn on every girl at our college?”

“What?” I gasped. “I don’t have pheromones. The doctors didn’t mention it.”

“It’s an urban legend,” she said. “Some say futanari turn on every woman they meet.”

“I don’t do that,” I muttered. “You’re just a freak into futa-porn and Wendy had a crush on me.”

“And Veronica or your secret lover or Dean Washington.”

“Veronica just got caught up in the excitement you spawned, my secret lover and I connected on an emotional level and making love was just natural, and Dean Washington is another freak that likes schoolgirls. I’m not the only one she’s enjoyed.”

“Kinky,” said Pita, squirming. She glanced down at me. “You’re hard. I could give you a quick BJ so we could work. You know, take care of my sex friend.”

Her words made me shiver. “Your mother…”

“Is cooking.” Pita’s eyes smoldered. “What do you say?”

I nodded my head, needing relief.

Pita grinned. She flipped up my skirt, her greedy hands reaching for my panties tented by my cock. The gray fabric stretched to constrain my girth. The tip pulsed with my heartbeat, precum leaking out against my stomach.

“What a beautiful thing,” Pita whispered. She stroked her finger up to the tip of my cock.

I groaned as she circled it. Her touch was exquisite. Pleasure shot down my cock to my pussy. My back arched. My breath quickened. This heat rippled through me. My head tossed from side to side. She smeared the precum across my crown.

“Pita,” I whimpered. “Hurry.”

“Right,” she said. She tugged on my panties and leaned over. Her head lowered—

KNOCK! KNOCK!

The door opened on the heels of those two quick raps. I squeaked and pita bolted upright. My skirt was bunched around my waist as Mrs. Asis bustled in with a tray that held a pitcher of iced tea, lemons floating amid the ice, and two glasses.

“I thought you girls needed some refreshment,” she said, a motherly smile on her face. She had wiped off the flour from her cheeks. She came to the desk.

I pushed down my skirt, hoping she wouldn’t notice the action. My cheeks burned. I sat so stiffly while Pita burst to her feet and rounded on her mother.

“¡Mamá!” Pita hissed. “You can’t just barge in here.”

“I knocked,” she said. “And why can’t I barge in here. I mean, you’re just studying, right.”

“Of course,” Pita said, her voice suddenly tight. “That’s all. We have this project we’re working on. It’s on… on…

“Ants,” I supplied.

“Yes, ants,” Pita nodded. “See, we have books.”

Mrs. Asis set the tray down on the night table beside the desk. “That’s wonderful. And this tea will help. You need to be focused. I find that a nice glass of iced tea helps me focus. I want you two girls to do well. Especially you, Jenny. Don’t let Pita’s laziness drag you down.”

“I’m not lazy, Mom!”

“Oh, then you did all your chores over the weekend?” she asked.

“I’ll get to them,” Pita muttered. “Now get out so we can study. Out, out, out!”

“Okay, okay, honey,” Mrs. Asis said. She smiled at me. “See what I mean.”

I giggled until Pita shot me a look. Then I clamped my mouth shut.

Her mother strode out and I noticed how the tight skirt she wore swayed about her rear. She had a nice rump. Older women had their charm. My fantasy of my mother and Reverend August danced in my mind. They were both sexy, mature beauties. And so was Mrs. Greene, my professor. Mrs. Asis was a riper version of Pita.

“She left the door open,” muttered Pita. She darted to it and closed it. “Can you believe her?”

“Yeah,” I said. “So rude.”

“Right?”

She flounced back to the desk and then glanced at the glasses. “Thirsty.”

I nodded.

She poured us each a glass and we sipped our tea. Neither of us mentioned how close we came to the blowjob. I knew I was a little skittish from our near miss. If Mrs. Asis had caught us… I shivered, knowing she would be furious. Pita wasn’t allowed to have boys in her room with the door closed, and if her mother made the connection that we were up to naughty things, I had a feeling I’d be classified as “male-adjacent” or something.

I had a cock. Close enough.

We started putting our presentation together and sipping on the tea. There was a delicious scent in the air. It was a tart musk. My eyes widened as I realized just what it was that I was scenting. I squirmed.

That was Pita’s pussy. My own sweet musk was in the mix, but I was filtering that out. Realizing I was smelling her arousal had my cock aching and throbbing. I shifted in the seat and glanced at my friend. Her golden-brown cheeks were a little flushed.

“What?” she asked me.

“Horny still?” I asked.

“God, yes. Are you still hard?”

I nodded, my dick throbbing and aching. I glanced at the door. As that pressure built and built at the tip of my cock, it was harder and harder to be worried about Mrs. Asis. She’d dropped off the drinks. She thought we were studying. She wouldn’t come back.

I swallowed. “Could you…”

“Yep,” my friend moaned. “I’d love to. God, I am so wet. Could you finger me while I did it?”

“Yes!”

Our hands dove for each other’s crotches. My futa-dick was so hard, her thighs so soft, her fingers so silky. I slid up her legs as she went up mine. We pushed each other’s skirts up. I exposed more and more of her golden-brown thighs, my futa-dick throbbing and aching. I shuddered as her hand found my cock while I found her panty-clad pussy.

Her juices had soaked through her underwear. I smiled and rubbed up and down her. I teased her, making her shudder while she squeezed my cock through my panties. My cheeks burned in delight while her cream stained my fingers. I pushed harder, so eager for—

KNOCK! KNOCK!

The door flew open. “Now why is this closed?” Mrs. Asis asked as we ripped our hands from each other’s crotch. My shoulders hunched, embarrassment burning across her cheeks. “You shouldn’t have your door closed.”

“It’s Jenny, Mom,” Pita said. “What are you doing?”

“My tamales are finished,” she said and I could smell the spicy delight. I straightened and turned in my chair to see her holding a tray covered in the steaming treats. My mouth watered. My cock was so hard, pressing on my crotch. I must have a huge bulge, but…

“I love your tamales, Mrs. Asis!” I gasped.

“I know,” she said, smiling. “When Pita mentioned this morning that you were coming over, I thought I’d make some for you girls.”

“Mom!” hissed Pita. “We’re studying!”

“And you can’t do that on an empty stomach,” said Mrs. Asis. She glanced at me and smiled. “Right, Jenny?”

“Right!” I said, my dick still hard, but my stomach gave a hungry growl. They just smelled so good. She made these spicy ones with seasoned meat in them.

Mrs. Asis winked at me as she set down the tray on the edge of the desk. On my side. They were right there. I couldn’t help snagging one and gasping as it was still warm. I juggled it from hand to hand like a hot potato.

“Careful,” she said. “Let them cool a few minutes. I know, you just want to eat my treat, but you have to be patient.”

“I know,” I said, shuddering as I noticed how tight her sleeveless blouse was. It molded to her large breasts and had a scooping neckline. They were such succulent and beautiful tits. My futa-dick throbbed even harder than before, my pussy soaked with juices.

Mrs. Asis straightened up. “Okay, study hard. And keep this door open, Pita. You know the rules.”

“Jenny’s not a boy!” I gasped.

“She’s a futanari. Which is practically the same. No hanky panky.”

“We’re just friends,” I huffed.

“That’s what I told my parents when I was your age. I know all the tricks, mi gatita. Door stays open. Understand.”

“Yes, Mamá,” Pita muttered.

It was unfair. I needed that orgasm, but not with the door open. I had to content myself with snacking on the tamales. They were so good. They melted in my mouth. The spicy treat and iced tea were perfect.

If I couldn’t get a blowjob, I’d settle for other delights.

Pita muttered the entire time, squirming as we worked. Her mother kept drifting down the hallway, not pausing, but just making sure that nothing was happening. Why did Pita have to let her mom know I was a futanari? We could have had some fun before that happened.

We worked for the next hour and a half on it. I shuddered, biting my lip. The urge to cum surged through me. I had Pita’s spicy musk filling my nose and the memory of the lush breasts cupped in Mrs. Asis’s tight blouse filling my mind. She was such a sexy MILF. I just wanted to stroke off. I couldn’t wait until I got home. It would be so hot and delicious to cum.

“Oh, my god, we’re done,” Pita said, leaning back. “You think that’s good enough. Why do we have to get a dumb report to the class?”

“So we can defend our position,” I said. “You know, get some public speaking and debate experience.”

“Blegh!” She swiveled in her seat, glancing at the open door. “No point in cranking the tunes and getting wild on my bed. I was really, really looking forward to that reward. This sucks.”

“What sucks, mi gatita?” Mrs. Asis asked as she passed us. She paused.

“Just this assignment,” Pita muttered. “We’re finally finished.”

“Oh, good, you can rake the backyard like you were supposed to over the weekend.”

Pita fixed her mom a hard stare.

“Do I need to talk to your father when he gets home?”

“No,” muttered Pita. “I guess you’ll be heading home, Jenny.”

“Oh, you’re not staying for dinner? I’m making chicken fried rice. You’re more than welcome to stay.”

“Uh, sure,” I said, staring at that lush MILF.

“Fine, let’s go,” muttered Pita. “You can hang out or something.”

“Um, let me just use the restroom,” I said as Mrs. Asis moved off. “I need to…”

“Oh, right,” Pita said, glancing down. “It must suck having that monster down your panties. Take care of business.”

“Thanks,” I said, breathing a sigh of relief. “I’d help you out, but…”

“But the S.S. Mom is on the prowl. She’s got her sonar up and running. Why did I tell her you’re a futa?”

“Your mouth always gets you in trouble,” I said.

“Mmm, that was what I was hoping.” She licked her lips which made my cock throb.

I shuddered. “Go, go, before I ruin my skirt by exploding right here.”

She laughed and darted away. I heard her heading downstairs while I slipped out and went into the upstairs bathroom. I closed the door and locked it. The room was decorated mauve and gray, with a fuzzy cover over the toilet seat and decorative soaps shaped as flowers flanking the sink. I wiggled out of my skirt, groaning as I dropped it to the floor.

“I’m just having too much fun in bathrooms today,” I muttered as I wiggled out of my panties, freeing my erect cock.

I had been hard for two hours. It was such a relief to take care of things. I didn’t sit on the toilet but leaned my rump against the counter. I shuddered as I fisted my cock, pumping my hands up and down my girth. I pictured Mrs. Asis sucking on my dick, my mother watching on. It was so naughty.

In my fantasy, Pita’s mother worked her mouth up and down my cock, matching my stroking rhythm. I closed my eyes, feeling the building pressure at the tip. That need to erupt swelled and swelled with every stroke of my hand. I groaned, my heart pounding so fast and hard.

It was incredible. My toes flexed and curled. My hips wiggled from side to side.

Footsteps padded down the hallway.

I didn’t care. The door was locked. It was fine. I could just masturbate and no one would know. I stroked my cock faster and faster. I felt that wonderful, building release. That need to explode. I imagined my mother urging Mrs. Asis on.

“Suck my daughter’s girl-dick hard. She needs it. Ooh, she’s—”

CLICK!

I gasped as the bathroom doors locked snapped open. I whirled to see Mrs. Asis entering naked, her large tits swaying before her. She held a small rod in her hand, slender and able to fit in the pinhole on the outside door handle.

“Oh, god, I need this,” she gasped as she rushed towards me.

Before I could even react, my friend’s mother was on her knees before me and sucking on my girl-dick. She sucked it into her mouth with a hunger that had my pussy clenching. The heat rushed through me. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Mrs. Asis!” I gasped, staring down at the married woman sliding her mouth up and down my cock.

It felt incredible to feel that hot mouth around my dick. Her hand stroked the base of my cock while her tongue darted around it. Her breasts swayed beneath her, brushing my knees. Her nipples were hard and fat.

She sucked with hunger, this wild look in my eyes. I was so shocked. So confused by what was happening. I hadn’t noticed any sort of attraction from her. She was just being a mother. Bringing us snacks in that tight blouse and short skirt and…

“You changed!” I gasped. “You were in sweatpants and a t-shirt when I arrived.”

She popped her mouth off my cock. “When Pita said you were a futanari, my desires just surged into overdrive. I know this is wrong, that you’re my daughter’s friend. I’m married, but… but… ¡Madre de Dios! I need to suck on your cock and… and… Lick your pussy!”

She dove her head beneath my dick and licked at it.

“Oh, my god,” I gasped as she licked and lapped at my twat.

Mrs. Asis’s tongue fluttered up and down my labia. She parted them, brushing my hymen. She groaned, her hand stroking my cock with fast and furious strokes. I trembled against the bathroom counter. I shuddered, the door wide open, the married MILF consumed with her lust for me. Her wedding ring flashed as she stroked up and down my cock.

This was incredible. Why did I affect some women so much? My older twin sisters and my mother hadn’t been consumed by lust, but others seemed to be. Pita had her futa kink she wanted to enjoy, but Veronica and Wendy had succumbed fast. Allie had surrendered to me while we wrestled.

But she also had a crush on me. So had Wendy.

Was that how it worked? If they had a crush on me, an attraction already, they were overcome when the found out I was a futa? Did that mean Mrs. Asis had shown some interest in me before? She was married. Straight. Had a daughter.

“Oh, my god, Mrs. Asis,” I moaned, her tongue darting through my folds. “Oh, my god, that’s good. Oh, yes, yes, yes!”

She licked and lapped at my virgin pussy with such intensity. Her tongue fluttered up and down my folds and brushed my hymen. My breasts jiggled in my blouse and bra. I bit my lip and then pulled off my top, exposing my tits. She moaned into my cunt.

“Yes, yes, get naked,” she panted. “Like me! Ooh, you’re so sexy, Jenny! You have this huge cock!”

I shuddered, reaching behind me and undoing my bra’s clasp. In a flash, I had it off, my tits jiggling free as the MILF devoured my cunt. She nibbled on my labia. My eyes squeezed shut, enjoying the pleasure flowing through me as my friend’s mom devoured me. She fluttered her tongue up and down my hymen, stroking my pussy lips.

The pleasure surged to the tip of my dick. I moaned and gasped, the ache incredible. Her left hand stroked me with wild pumps. I tossed my head from side to side. My cunt clenched, the waves of heat surging through me almost drowning me. I sucked in deep breaths. This was an incredible treat to experience.

A hot delight that had me shuddering and groaning and gasping out in rapture.

“Mrs. Asis!” I gasped.

“Oh, you taste so good,” she panted. “So sweet.”

She pulled her face from my pussy, her lips stained in my cream. Then she darted her head up and sucked my cock back into her mouth. I gasped, my entire body shuddering. My tits heaved. I grabbed the counter’s edge with both my hands, gripping on for dear life as she sucked with such hunger on the tip of my dick.

It was incredible.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned, my head tossing back and forth. My fiery hair danced around my shoulders. “Mrs. Asis, that’s good. I’m going to cum. Oh, you’re going to make me explode.”

She moaned in delight, sucking hard. Her golden-brown cheeks hollowed. Her left hand, darker than my cock, pumped up and down my shaft. Her wedding ring glinted. This was so naughty. She was married and worshiping my cock.

A hot wife blew me.

My virgin pussy clenched. Juices soaked my bush and then dribbled down my thighs. The ache swelled and swelled. The pressure grew at the tip of my cock. It was an incredible delight to enjoy. A naughty passion that would have me exploding in rapture.

I whimpered and tossed my head back and forth. My breasts jiggled and shook. Her tongue danced around the tip of my cock. That spongy crown teased me. It was a wild delight. I whimpered louder and louder.

“Oh, Mrs. Asis, yes,” I moaned. “I’m going to explode. I’m right on the verge and… Yes!”

She ripped her mouth off my dick right as I erupted. The first splash of pearly cum splattered across her face, painting a line from her right cheek to her left, coating her upper lip with my hot spunk. Then she aimed me at her large, brown breasts.

“Yes, yes, cum on my tits!” she moaned as I erupted. “Ooh, I love it when my husband cums on my tits. Yes, yes, coat them.”

I gasped in shock at those words. My dick splattered her tits. I splattered them in my jizz. This wild lust surged through my body. My pussy convulsed and spasmed. The heat slammed into me as my cock painted her breasts in my spunk. It ran over her heaving orbs.

“Mrs. Asis!” I gasped, every eruption slamming pleasure into my mind.

The cream dribbled across them. It ran over her plump flesh. I loved it. My heart pounded in my chest. My pussy convulsed. The heat washed out of my cunt, mixing with the electricity firing from my futa-dick. I bit my lower lip. She shuddered, stroking my cock and squeezing out all of my cum on her big tits.

“Oh, yes, that’s good,” she panted as I spurted a final time. “Ooh, you covered me in your jizz, Jenny.”

“I did,” I said in awe.

“Do you like the taste of your own jizz?” she asked, standing up. “My husband, he does not, but you’re partly a girl.”

I love it,” I moaned.

She smiled. “I always had this fantasy of my lover licking my tits clean.” She hefted those brown breasts at me. “Would you?”

I nodded my head in delight.

I cupped her big tits and leaned down. I fluttered my tongue out and lapped across them. I groaned as I gathered up my salty girl-cum off her large tit. My fingers squeezed into her flesh, massaging my spunk into her skin.

My tongue darted up higher and higher, licking and lapping and gathering up all of my spunk I had painted on her boob. She shuddered, her hips wiggling from side to side. She cooed in delight as I feasted on her. My tongue flicked out, caressing her, teasing her, loving how she whimpered.

She made such naughty sounds.

“Oh, yes, Jenny,” she purred as my tongue climbed up her soft flesh towards her nipple. “Ooh, that’s it. Lick me clean. This is so hot.”

Her tongue flicked out, lapping up the cum on her own lips. She shuddered, tasting the same salty delight that I was. My virgin pussy clenched and my dick throbbed hard as I lapped up the jizz on her hard nipple, batting it with my tongue.

Then I sucked on it.

She gasped, her body quaking. Pleasure burned in her eyes. She shuddered, wiggling her hips from right to left as I flicked my tongue over her nub. I swirled around it, teasing her areola. The taste of my jizz lingered in my mouth.

A wonderful flavor.

“Oh, yes, yes, you’re just such a treat,” she moaned. “You know that? Just an utter delight, Jenny. I love it.”

I loved the feel of her.

I sucked on her fat, hard nipple. It felt incredible in my mouth. Suckling on it felt so relaxing. This was a woman’s breast. A mother’s nipple. I nursed on it, my pussy clenching and my futa-cock aching. I quivered.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched a line of jizz running down the soft curve of her other breast.

Hungry, I popped my mouth off her nipple and attacked it. I licked up my jizz, savoring the salty flavor. She shuddered and moaned, watching me clean up my own seed from her tit. She bit her lower lip, groaning.

“That’s so hot, Jenny. Ooh, I need your cock in me. I need to have that big dick sliding into my pussy.”

I popped my mouth away and moaned, “Yes! That sounds so hot. Let’s do that!”

She grabbed my shoulders, her fingers biting in tight. Then she grabbed me and pushed me towards the toilet. I set down on the fuzzy cover. It tickled my rump, my cock bobbing before me. Then she mounted me. She sank her weight down while pressing her cum-splattered tits into my face.

“I really wanted my lover to lick the cum off my tits while I rode his cock,” she moaned. “Her cock. ¡Mierda! You have a cock, Jenny! That’s so hot.”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned, gasping as the MILF’s pussy brushed the crown of my cock. This hot pleasure surged through me as she wiggled her hips. She nuzzled that hot and naughty pussy against me. She teased me.

I shuddered as she sank her cunt down my futa-dick.

Her married pussy engulfed my cock. She was hot and juicy. Her soft tits smeared my cum across my face as I groaned. She hugged my head to her breasts while I licked and lapped. Pleasure rippled through me, her hot cunt massaging my clit-dick.

I throbbed inside of her. I twitched and ached. My hands grabbed her ass. I squeezed her rump as she rose up me. She slid her dick up to the top of my cock and then slammed down it. I groaned into her tits, my virgin twat squeezing.

“Oh, Jenny,” moaned the MILF. “Oh, you’re so big. You’re huge. You’re filling up my cunt!”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned, lapping up cum dribbling down the inner slope of her left tit. “You’re wet and tight.”

“You’re bigger than my husband,” gasped the MILF. “Than any of my past lovers. Yes, yes, you’re amazing.”

Her hips swiveled from right to left. She danced around me, stirring me up. This wonderful bliss surged through me. The heat burned around my futa-dick. The pleasure was intense. Incredible. The delight had my cock throbbing and aching.

She slammed her pussy down my shaft. She worked her cunt up and down my futa-cock faster and harder. She swiveled her hips from side to side. She stirred around me. The pleasure was incredible. A hot ache that made me groan.

She gripped me with that juicy twat. That wonderful and hot cunt milked me. Every time she rose up, she squeezed about me. Her pussy seemed to suck at my ovaries buried in my virgin depths. They quivered, full of cum wanting to spurt into her hot cunt.

“Oh, Jenny, yes!” she moaned. “I’m going to explode on this dick. It’s amazing. I can’t believe you became a futanari!”

“I know!” I moaned, pulling my face from her tits. I stared up at her. My cum stained her cheeks. I darted up and licked it, savoring that salty flavor.

“Mmm, you have cum on your face, too.” She lapped at my cheek. Her tongue darted around my face, licking up the smears of my jizz that streaked me. Her breasts rubbed into my upper chest, her nipples hard.

The toilet creaked beneath us as she rode me faster and faster. She worked her pussy up and down my cock. She teased me. Drove me wild. It was an incredible passion. This heat would have me exploding over and over.

Her pussy clenched tight about my cock. She slammed down me. She took my shaft to the hilt again and again. The pressure built and built. Her tongue bathed my face, hot and naughty. I shuddered as she cupped my face and kissed me.

She thrust jizz into my mouth.

My hands dug into her rump as we shared my futa-spunk. My virgin pussy clenched. The heat flowing down my dick brought me closer and closer to a boil. The silky friction burned hotter and hotter as our tongues dueled.

She broke our kiss and moaned, “Yes, yes, Jenny. Are you going to cum in me?”

“I am,” I whimpered. I loved cumming in girls. In women. Thoughts of birth control flashed through my mind, but… “I’m going to pump so much futa-jizz in you.”

“Yes!” Mrs. Asis panted and slammed her pussy down my futa-cock. She took me to the hilt. Every inch of her cunt was around me. “¡Madre de Dios!”

Her pussy spasmed around my cock. She went wild. The pleasure was intense. Amazing. I gasped and shuddered beneath her. I savored the feel of her cunt spasming and convulsing around me. That delicious pleasure massaged my cock.

“Mrs. Asis!” I moaned as she brought me closer and closer to my explosion.

“Cum in me, Jenny!” she moaned. “Let me feel that impossible, amazing clit-dick erupting in me I need it!”

“Yes!” I howled so loud. My voice echoed through the room. I groaned, unable to hear anything but my pleasure. My cum fired into her cunt, the toilet seat creaking beneath me.

Blast after blast of my jizz pumped into her. That wonderful, amazing spunk flooded out of me and into her married pussy. Mrs. Asis gasped, her cunt spasming faster around my cock. She milked me as she threw back her head.

Her pussy sent me hurtling into the stratosphere of rapture. The amazing pleasure burned through my mind. My fingers dug into her rump as I gasped out my bliss. Stars burst across my eyes with the same ferocity as my jizz spurting into her juicy cunt. Waves of bliss washed out of my virgin twat, inundating my mind with ecstasy.

“Mrs. Asis!” I moaned, my pleasure hitting that wonderful peak of rapture. I loved cumming. It was the best.

“Oh, you darling futanari!” moaned Mrs. Asis. “¡Mierda! That’s good. Mmm, you have a delicious cock.”

I fired the last blast of my cum into her married pussy. That wonderful blast seared bliss through my mind. I hung at the pinnacle of my orgasm. For one more glorious moment, riding on the waves of bliss washing out of my cunt, I hung there.

Then I descended into panting bliss.

I moaned, leaning back on the toilet. I panted, her tits heaving before me. She squirmed, her cunt rippling about my cock as her orgasm died down. She stared down at me with hot and hungry eyes, her curly, brown hair spilling down to her shoulders.

“Oh, Jenny, that was—”

“¡Que mierda, Mamá!” screeched Pita.

My friend stood in the doorway of the bathroom looking shocked at what she found. Enraged. My stomach rippled. I’d just had sex with my best friend’s mother. I felt so terrible. My stomach clenched as I realized I just ruined everything with Pita.

I’d hurt her.

To be continued…

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A woman meets an old friend

The air was stiff but breathe able, the sun was blazing down that afternoon. I remember because that was the day that my life had changed and I became who I am today. It was a typical Thursday, nothing special was going on, just work at the bar tonight. I got up about noon, started the day a little late but that wasn’t uncommon. I jumped in the shower letting the warm water caress my body. Letting the spray hit my chest and then roll down to my pussy. I lather up the cloth getting it nice and soapy, as I began to rub my body.

Now before I continue, let me tell you a little about myself. My name is Laura and I’m 28 years old. I live in a single apartment that my parents bought me as a ‘get out of my house and never come back type of things’. I came out to them while I was in high school and was as they would say ‘unnatural’ but whatever I don’t care. Any how I have a tight body, which I keep up. I’m about 5’7’’, long legs and huge tits they are around a 38DD. But I’m not fat just the opposite I have a small waist. My face is angelic or innocent looking I guess according to everyone. Even thought that is not the case at all. I have brown hair that’s highlighted and chestnut colored eyes. I’m somewhat of a knock out to men and a bomb shell to women.

But back to the story, I rubbed the cloth all over my body and paid careful attention to my pussy. Slowly rubbing and caressing than slowly pushing a finger inside. Moaning I leaned against the shower wall and spread my legs wider. Inserting another finger and pumping in and out, I could feel my walls squeezing my finger and I panted and pumped faster. Moaning louder I reached with my other hand and grabbed one of my tits and massaged the breast. The shower was hitting at the perfect angle, where the spray was actually hitting my clit. Panting and pumping even faster I came in only a few minutes.

Pulling my fingers out I sucked the juices off and enjoyed the taste. Quickly I finished my shower, and got out heading to my bedroom when there was a knock on my door. Thinking to myself ‘who the hell that could be’ I reached for my bathrobe and went to the front door. Looking through my peep hole I saw a woman outside. Slightly opening the door, I poked my head out.

“Yes, can I help you?” I asked

“Thank god, it’s you. Do you remember me?” she replied

“No”

Now would be a good time to tell who this girl is. Her name is Alex and is the one who changed my life and help me make myself the way I am today.

“Jeez you’re still as forgetful as always. Even in high school, you could even remember to do your homework. It’s me, Alex; you know one of your best friends, who moved away in the middle of our freshman year. Ringing any bells?” She looked annoyed.

Then as if a fog lifted from my mind and I remembered. Alex was my best friend back in our freshman year and when she had to move I was heartbroken because I never got the chance to tell her how I truly felt about her. On a more than friend bases, I wanted her and I wanted her bad. But I somehow managed to control my feelings whenever she was around. But when it was just me in my room, I would finger fuck myself into a coma each night dreaming about her and me doing sexual things together. But I never had the courage to actually tell her fearing it would ruin our friendship.

“Alex? Oh my god, ALEX!!!” I screamed as I opened the door wider, pulling her inside for a hug. Totally forgetting I had my robe left open which thing keeping it closed was my hand.

After pulling apart I notice she’s blushing and staring at my lower body. I glanced down and quickly cover and tie the sash around my robe to hold it in place. Blushing too, I closed the door acting as if nothing had happen. I lost contact with Alex after she moved.

“What are you doing here? And who did you find me?” I asked

“Huh… oh right I called your house seeing if you still lived there, but your mom answered telling me you had moved out after high school and she gave me your address and then hung up.” She explained.

You got to love mom always straight to the point no questions asked. But I was glad she didn’t tell Alex about me. I guess you could say I was still scared of her finding out.

“So what are you doing here? I thought you would never return to the city?”

“Well you see I moved back here because of a job and since I lived here before I thought it wouldn’t be so bad since I knew a few people in town. Plus, I want to come visit you one day since you never call anyone back and to see how u were doing” we moved to the kitchen as she talked about the job and the company she worked for some more.

I looked Alex over. And man I could not complain, her body was amazing, her breasts looked to be a 38 C. and I recall she looked to be 5’4” with blond hair cut into a smart bob. That framed her face. She had gray eyes and a small waist. And those legs looked firm and kept in shape. But what was really shocking was her ass it was nice a round, perfect for grabbing. She was wearing a tight t-shirt with jeans that left nothing to the imagination. I was starting to get wet just thinking of all the things I could do to her. But told myself not too, because she could find out about the really me who likes women. Pulling myself away from those thoughts I rejoined the conversation.

“That sounds amazing you get to do all of that stuff and you’re happy about it? I wish I had your job.” I said. Not really meaning it, I enjoyed where I worked. I got to meet new people every day.

“Speaking of jobs” as I finally noticed the time, “I’m going too late to mine if I don’t hurry up and get dressed.”

I the whole time she was there I forgot that I was only wearing a robe and that it was slowly approaching the time for me to head to work.

“You should come to the bar, where I work, with me. I’ll give you a free drink if you do?” I teased not actually expecting her to really come.

She replied, “Yeah I’ll come with you. Plus it gives us a chance to catch up”

I go into the bedroom and begin to get dress for work. Wearing a tight fitting black T-shirt and form fitting jeans with matching white thong lingerie set. After I finished my hair and make-up I was ready to go. I came out looking for Alex when I heard moaning coming from inside the bathroom. Knocking I asked if everything was all right.

“Yeah …I’m fine…I’ll be out in a minute”

“Well hurry up or I’ll be late for work” I exclaimed.

At the bar, it was pretty packed more so than usual because a bachelor party was going on and it seemed the more drunk they got more people showed up to join in. I didn’t have much time to spend with Alex until about closing time. The boss had come out earlier and asked if I could close up since he was feeling all that good.

Knowing me I said I would and that he would have to pay my over time. He agreed and left before the bachelor party came into full swing. And boy were things getting wild with them. After serving there drinks again, Alex came up to the bar and order a gin and tonic.

“Coming right up” I smiled as I prepared the drink

“I can’t believe you’re a bartender. I always though you would run your own business by now Laura.”

I laughed as I recalled having a similar conversation with one of my co-workers earlier that week.

“Yeah I thought so to, until my parent kicked me out and paid for the apartment I live in now that I have to keep up with. That dream was kind of put on the back burner for a while until it turned up not to be happening any time soon.” I replied as I handed her, her drink.

“Why did your parents kick you out?” she asked a little confused.

“Yea… um let’s not get into that right now.” I shrugged off the question. Ok, more like avoid the question complete still feeling a little uneasy about the whole spilling my guts to the girl I use to love.

“Hey could we get another round over here” someone from the party had called and I was saved or so I had thought.

The drink order kept coming in and I could hardly keep up, by the time it was closing hour I couldn’t have been happier. I could finial breathe and take a break. I hadn’t seen Alex for the rest of the night since the conversation earlier.

Thinking to myself she must have gone home seeing that it’s five in the morning. She emerged for the booth I the far back.

“Hey you, I thought you had gone home by now I didn’t mean for you to stay with me the whole night.”

“It’s ok. I don’t have to be at work tomorrow.” She shrugged it off as if it was no big deal.

“Well ok. I’m just about to close up and then we can leave together. Give me 30 minutes to clean up the place than we can go.”

I left to start the cleanup and true to my words I was locking up the joint a half an hour later. We drove back to my apartment. The car ride on the way as slightly strand, see the hour I didn’t complain.

Once back at my apartment, I invite Alex in. closing the door behind us, we went in to the kitchen.
I offered her something to eat.

“No thanks, so are you going to answer my question earlier?” She asked.

“What question?” I tried to deflect from answering but it was no good in the end.

“Why did your parents kick you out?”

“Oh for nothing really, so how are your parents doing?” I asked again avoiding the question.

“Their fine other than the fact that they hardly talk to me now a days” she complained.

“Why?”

“Huh… Oh yeah they found out I was a lesbian”

“WHAT?” I chocked

“I’m gay, so they stopped talking to me” she played it off as if it wasn’t a big deal.

I was shocked here I was afraid to tell her I was gay and she ends up spilling her guts as if time and distance had not done anything to our friendship.

“Re…Really? I never would have known. You don’t strike me as being gay or anything.” I stated

“Huh, really?” she asked

I looked at her in a new light. ‘She’s gay’ was the only thing going through my mind as I stared at her wanting. She must have seen me staring because her next question was the start of it all.

“Have you ever been with a woman?” she stared me down with some gleam in her eyes as if she would jump me any minute. Not that I didn’t want her too, but still she was my best friend back in the day. She’s the girl that I loved than, and I believe now.

“I…I…Yes I have” I murmured

“I see. So than you won’t mind if I do this than will you?”

She came around the counter to where I was standing, and gently leaned her head forward to softly lay a kiss on my lips. I trembled for more as I grabbed the back of her head and kissed her harder. I gently pressed my tongue to her lips which she opened willingly. My mouth crushed hers as I felt the old feeling of wanting from the past.

I ran my hands over her body. Cupping her breasts, giving them both a gently massage, before I lowered one of my hands to cup her mound through her jeans.

She moaned in my mouth, and started to do the same with me copying my moves, when she stops kissing my lips she begins with my neck. I moan as she slowly kisses and suck on my neck. Then she begins to suck on my earlobe. I couldn’t take it any longer I had to have her.

I grabbed her by the waist and hoist her up onto my hip, as I made my way down the hall to the bedroom. We started to kiss again with her on my hips. We enter the bedroom; I put her down and attack. I rip at her shirt, lifting it above her head so I can have access to her breast. Down on my knees I stuck my hands under her bra pushing it up. With my mouth I captured the nipple and slowly started to lick and suck. While my hand was busy massaging and groping the other. After a good few minute of playing with her nipple, I switched to give the other breast the same loving.

She held my head into place as I worked her breast moaning louder every time I nibbled. A good couple of minutes ran by before I started to lower my head further down her body. Creating a path of kisses before I reached the top of her jeans, I undid the top button and slowly slide the jeans down her legs. She was wearing a black lace thong.

Glancing up, her face was flushed and she was breathing hard, I moved my head forward head for the treasure between her legs. I could smell her excitement. I closed the distance a laid several kiss on top of her mound. I reached for the sides of her thongs and pulled them down.
Leaning forward again I kiss her mound and reach with my other hand for her clit. I slowly begin to rub her clit until I feel her become wetter I than lower my head to her slit and begin to lick up and down. Pull a lip into my mouth a slowly sucking. I started to work two fingers into her hole, pumping in and out. Her moans were beginning to be drowned out as she pushed my head forward ushering me to go on. Panting hard she begins to call my name.

“Laura… don’t stop, don’t stop… it feels so good… ooohhh, right there, baby LAURA”

I smiled think ‘yeah I’m not going to stop anytime soon’. I pumped my fingers faster into her, feeling her walls contract around my fingers, squeezing tighter with every thrust. I abruptly stopped my work on her, she yelled at me.

“Why did you stop?” she looked on the verge of tears and was angry.

“Because I want to be naked too” I responded.

With that she moved forward and grabbed the hem of my shirt, lifting it over my head. I began to undo my pants, when she dropped to her knee and lowered them down my legs. I than swiftly took my panties down as well. I moved to unclip my bra, letting it slide of my shoulder and onto the floor. It felt good to have my tits released. The cold air caused my nipple to stand at attention, but it wasn’t the only thing. I was soaking wet,
I could even smell my own arouse. I looked down at Alex and I swear she looked ready to devour me. I barely had time to think, before her mouth was attacking my clit. Sucking and licking around and around, sometimes even biting. I lost all words and thoughts in my head. I moaned so loud I thought the neighbors could hear.

I grabbed the back of her head pushing it forward, humping her face as she licked my slit. Begging her to do it harder, at that point did she thrust two fingers inside me roughly, I screamed from the sudden attack. She pumped her fingers in and out of me. I felt like I would explode with sexual tension that was building up. I grounded my pussy on her hand while she sucked my clit. Moaning I clinched her hand as I prepared of a huge orgasm. When she abruptly pulled her hand away I almost screamed, but instead she replace her fingers with her tongue and the shear feeling brought me over the edge. I held her head firmly in place as I climaxed all over.

Once my orgasm subsided, did another wave hit as she moved her tongue inside. After a few minutes she let me calm down long enough to push me down on the bed. With her lying on top, we started to kiss passionately.

“That was amazing” I said in between kisses.

“Good…” was a she all she could say before I flipped us over and start to kiss, suck and lick my way down her body, placing small kisses around her mound before I reached any further inside her lips. I licked the outer lip and started to suck and nibble a bit before I moved to the other side to give it the same attention. I could hear her moans grow louder as I continued further inward.

I spread her lips apart and stuck my tongue inside her wet sopping hole wiggling my tongue around, feeling her wall tightening. I moved my tongue in and out reaching further in. enjoying the taste of her as she squirms and wiggles. I wrap my arms around her hips to hold her in to place as I attack her pussy without thought. I feel the tension in her body as her voice became inaudible. She was on the brink of climaxing, I quickly removed my tongue and push two fingers in and pumped as fast as I could while sucking on her clit.

It brings her over the edge, and she climaxes all over my hand and face. I slowly bring her down from her high. Once she was calmed I moved up to kiss her, letting her taste her own juice.

“Oh my god, that was amazing” she stated in-between kisses.

Laughing I told her it wasn’t over just yet, and moved off the bed and headed to my closet. When I came back I had a nine inch dildo strap-on fasten to my pelvis. I slowly walked to her, enjoying the look on her face as I neared. I told her to turn over with her butt sticking in the air.
Once she did, I moved behind her and rubbed the dildo over her pussy. She gave a shudder, and asked for me to put it in.

“Oh god… yes stick that in my Laura, let me feel you inside me…”

Since I didn’t want to wait any way I drilled the cock into her without hesitation. I impaled her over and over almost coming all the way out, she screamed to be fucked harder and faster. For some where a pulled out a lot of energy and gave her just what she wanted.

“Do you feel that bitch… do you feel me slamming into you. You fucking tease” I asked.

It seemed that all my past frustrations came forward as I fucked Alex as hard as I can, thinking it was my only chance to prove to her that I was in love with her.

I fucked her so hard that the bed began to shack and hit the wall. She gripped the sheet in her hands, as her mouth was open and she became inaudible again. Slamming even faster into her I reached around and pinched her clit. That pushed her off the edge and she climaxed against the strap-on. I pushed deep inside as the vibrations set me off as well.

When we both finally finished, we fell forward, with the dildo making a popping noise as it slid out. Lying on top I quickly laid kisses on her face and neck before kissing her lips.

“That was great” I whispered as I spooned next to her.

“I agree that was the best sex I had in a long while” she murmured as she began to go to sleep.

I got up quickly to take of the strap-on before we both went under the blankets naked holding each other until morning.

The next day I told her the truth about why my parents kicked me out and would you believe she laughed. Telling me that she already knew why my parents kicked me out but wanted to hear it from my mouth. Which I more than did last night, I also ended up telling her me true feels which she already knew as well since she had them too and last night only confirmed her suspense.

Epilogue

A few years have gone by and I and Alex now live in a house in the downtown area. And she helped me reach my dream of opening a new business which she is the co-owner too. And business could not be better since I mostly get to do nothing but test out the products on my girlfriend each night.

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Laura, a lesbian, has been blackmailed into taking part at an experimental program at the Mayim Clinic which aims to recondition her to enjoy hetero sex….

Chapter 12
RECEIVING CUM

When Laura got home, she found Erica kneeling naked and handcuffed in front of the front door. She must have been there a long time – Laura was later than normal. Laura wondered how many passers-by had seen her girlfriend waiting there with her tits on show while Laura had been enjoying orgasms at the Mayim Clinic. Ultimately, though, she didn’t care. She had some needs to take care of.

She helped Erica up and led her to the bedroom. Once there, she filled the strap-on with the fake sperm, fitted it to Erica, and got Erica to stand in the centre of the room. Then Laura undressed, and knelt before Erica, just like the girls in the Mayim Clinic’s conditioning tapes. She felt her pussy dripping already. She opened her mouth, and let Erica push the dildo between her lips, and then she started sucking on it happily while her hands slid between her legs to start stroking her twat.

Laura suckled blissfully on the plastic dick until it spurted its load of delicious semen into her mouth. She orgasmed as the sperm hit her tongue. Then she removed the dildo from Erica, pushed her lover down onto the bed, and sat on Erica’s face while Erica licked her cunt to a second orgasm. Erica received no attention to her own pussy; Laura wasn’t in the mood for making Erica happy, only for satisfying her own lusts.

After riding Erica’s tongue to a satisfying climax, the two girls climbed under the covers, cuddling, and fell asleep.

The next morning was Tuesday. Laura had remembered her new arrangement with Alistair, for early morning “counselling” and so she got Erica to drive her into work early. It would mean that Erica was sitting around at her own work early with nothing to do, but one of the benefits of her new relationship with her lover was that Laura didn’t have to care. “Go into the toilets and masturbate until it’s time to work, honey,” she said, kissing Erica on the lips as she got out of the car. She said it jokingly, but with an edge, and she knew that Erica would do exactly what Laura had told her to do.

After Erica left, Laura realised she was going to have to do much the same. Alistair had specified that he wanted to find her pussy wet when he saw it, so Laura was going to need to get it moist. She was worried that Alistair would corner her the second she entered the building, so she instead found a dirty, trash strewn alleyway behind the departmental building, leant up against one of its filthy walls, and dug her fingers into her panties, trying to arouse her pussy.

At first she couldn’t get her twat interested. She kept thinking of Alistair, and of how horrible her life was. But then she started to picture Amy from the clinic, naked and kneeling in front of her, and that helped. And from there, her mind went to the video from last night – all those sluts taking cocks into her mouth – and suddenly she found she was dripping wet and breathing heavily.

That was weird, she thought. From the blowjob video? Well, all those sluts HAD been pretty hot, with their tits out like that. Laura guessed she just had a thing for kneeling, naked girls. Anyway, she was ready, so she went inside and headed to Alistair’s office.

Alistair was waiting. His initial reaction when Laura walked in was disappointment. Laura didn’t understand why at first, and then realised she was wearing her normal work clothes again, instead of the sluttier getup from yesterday. She was grateful; she didn’t want to provoke Alistair any more than she had to.

Alistair closed the door behind her and drew the blinds over his window, and then motioned Laura to sit down. She did.

“Take your panties off and put them on my desk, and then show me your goods,” Alistair demanded casually as she too sat down.

Blushing, Laura pulled her panties out from under her bum, slid them down her legs, and placed the lacy pink garment on Alistair’s desk. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her large tits from out of her bra, and hiked up her skirt and spread her legs to show off her wet pink twat.

Alistair clearly liked what he saw. His face reddened, and the front of his pants tented. He slid forward to within reach of Laura. Tentatively, he reached out and stroked Laura’s left tit. Laura let him, even when he painfully pinched her nipple. He then groped and squeezed the other boob, before lowering his hands to Laura’s cunt.

She gasped as he suddenly slid a finger between her labia and up inside her wet snatch. How was this happening? A man’s finger was in her vagina. And she was letting it happen. Her face was scarlet with shame and humiliation. She sat, unmoving, as he slid the finger in and out of her twat, and then gasped again as he added a second finger, and began to intermittenly stroke her clitoris with his thumb.

“Your bitch lover’s name is Erica, right?” asked Alistair, as he masturbated Laura’s pussy. Laura nodded, beginning to breathe heavily again.

“I want you to tell me every erotic act you’ve ever performed with your bitch lover Erica,” said Alistair. He used his free hand to extract his cock from his pants. It was hard, and bulbous, with visible veins. It was uncircumised and there was a small amount of milky white liquid – pre-cum, Laura guessed – pooling at the tip. Alistair began to slowly stroke his cock as he played with Laura’s pussy.

“You’re going to keep talking and telling me things you’ve done with slutty little Erica until either I cum or you do,” Alistair said. “If you stop talking before one of us cums, you’re fired. If I cum, I’m going to aim my dick at your face and cum on it. I might get some in your clothes or hair. I’ll give you a warning, though, so if you don’t want cum on your face you can lean forward and take it in your mouth instead. If you don’t want to swallow my cum, I’d advise you to think real horny thoughts and orgasm quickly. Don’t even think about faking it; if I’m not convinced it’s real, you’re fired.”

This was awful. Was this going to be what it was like every day now? Laura was finding it hard to think with Alistair’s fingers in her twat. It wasn’t as bad as being on the pill, but her pussy was definitely interfering with her rational thought. She decided she had no real choice to play along.

“We’ve kissed,” Laura started. “We’ve tongue kissed. I’ve stroked all of her body. I’ve felt her tits and squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples. I’ve stroked her ass and put my finger in her anus. I’ve rubbed her pussy and rubbed her clitoris and put my fingers in her pussy and fingerbanged her.”

Laura stopped for breath. Her pussy was feeling good but she was nowhere near an orgasm. She was going to run out of things she’d done with Erica long before either of them came at this rate. She decided to draw them out more.

“Um, I’ve sucked on her tits. I’ve taken her nipples into my mouth and nibbled and licked them and made Erica moan. I’ve licked and bit at her labia and licked her salty cunt juices off them. I’ve teased her clitoris with my tongue and sucked on it. I’ve pushed my tongue into her vagina and drank her cunt juices, and then licked up and down her pussy, back and forth over her clitoris to make her cum. I’ve masturbated her pussy with a long purple dildo while I kissed her and squeezed her tits. I’ve called her a slut and whore and made her beg me to let her cum. I’ve rubbed my cunt against her boobs, and against her cunt, and scissored with her, rubbing our pussies against each other until we orgasmed. I’ve made her lick my pussy and tongue-fuck my vagina and I’ve cum all over her face. I made her lick my anus once to see if I liked it. We 69 a lot, eating out each other’s cunts at the same time.”

Alistair was grunting and moaning now as he furiously pumped his cock. His fingers were pistoning in and out of Laura’s pussy now, completely ignoring her clitoris, which made it hard for Laura to cum. She wanted to reach down and finger her own clit but she didn’t want to be more of a slut in front of Alistair than she had to.

“I’ve pinched her clitoris and made her cry, ” Laura said. “I’ve made her kneel in handcuffs and lick my pussy. I’ve fucked her with a strap-on dildo and used her as my bitch. I’ve made her drink pig sperm….”

At this last one, Alistair moaned, and cried, “Now, Laura!”, and pulled his fingers out of her snatch. Laura was distracted for a moment, and didn’t realise what he meant, but then it came to her – he was about to cum. His dick was pointing right at her face. He was going to splatter her with semen, get it all over her clothes. Everyone would know what she’d done this morning.

Without thinking any further, Laura slid off her chair, landing on her knees in front of Alistair. She leant forward and wrapped her mouth around his hard, sweaty dick. Almost immediately, the dick twitched in her mouth, and then began pumping hot, salty sperm over her tongue. She felt Alistair’s hands on the back of her head, forcing her down onto his cock, and her exposed tits pressed up against one of Alistair’s legs, but she didn’t care. The taste of sperm had sent her to heaven. It was like when she had kissed Erica after Erica had sucked Michael’s cock, only better. It was far better than the fake sperm she used with the strap-on. Laura gulped down the warm, sticky liquid, revelling in its salty, slutty taste, and when it was done she continued to suck on the cock, hopeful of the possibility of more.

There was no more, however, and when the last of the sperm was gone, Laura began to come to her senses, and realised she was on her knees sucking her boss’ cock. She tried to pull away, but Alistair held her head down on his penis for nearly a minute longer. Meekly, Laura didn’t resist.

Finally Alistair let her up. As she straightened herself, Alistair pointed to his now-softening cock. “Wipe it clean on your tits, honey,” he said. Reluctantly, Laura leant in, took the cock in her hand, and wiped the tip and sides back and forth on her boobs, leaving a shiny, sticky smear. She looked up Alistair for approval.

“Good slut,” he said. “Well, this has been good counselling.” He tucked his dick back into his pants. “I hope you’ve learned something. I guess you can go back to work now.”

Laura nodded, stood up, replaced her tits in her bra and buttoned her blouse. She reached for her panties, but Alistair stopped her.

“Oh, no,” he said. “These are mine now. You can wear new panties every day and give them to me each morning. I know girls like shopping for panties so this will give you an excuse to do it more often. And it will remind us both of how many times you’ve come into this office to act like a slut.”

Laura blushed, but didn’t object. She pulled down her skirt to hide her pussy and ass. It wasn’t a particularly short skirt, but with no panties she felt extra exposed. Her mouth still tasted like cum and she felt that anyone who saw her must be able to tell what she’d just done, even though objectively she knew she looked fine. It didn’t help that her cunt was still wet and complaining that it hadn’t been allowed to orgasm.

Alistair let Laura leave his office, and she began her regular work day.

Geoffrey and Candy still spent the day looking at Laura like a lying whore, but there was nothing Laura could do about that. Other than that, it was a comparitively easy day of work, and it left Laura free to think.

Mostly what she thought about was her debt. She needed to have $1,000 by Friday. Between her and Erica’s finances she could certainly find the money, but she was going to have to do it every week, and she knew she couldn’t keep it up while still meeting payments on the house and buying food and clothes.

It was made harder by the Mayim Clinic. Laura couldn’t just take a second job while still having to visit the clinic most nights.

At lunch she broached the subject with Michael.

“Michael, I know you do well financially,” she said. “You’ve got those investments your parents made for you, right? And you already own your home?”

“Yes,” said Michael warily, picking at his lunch.

“Erica and I are in some pretty tough financial times right now, and I was wondering if maybe we could borrow some money.”

Michael laughed. “I don’t know. Is Erica going to keep sucking my cock when I visit?”

Laura stiffened, and Michael realised he’d gone too far. “I’m joking! I’m joking! How much do you need?”

“About a thousand dollars,” said Laura. “This week. And.. maybe more later.”

Michael look at her in incredulity. “Jesus, Laura, a thousand dollars? What’s going on with you?”

“I just made some bad investments,” Laura said. “We’ll recover soon.”

“I don’t know,” said Michael. “That’s a lot.”

Laura swallowed awkwardly. She knew this was a big ask. Michael was a friend, but he was also clearly sexually interested in Erica, and in Laura too for that matter. Laura wasn’t prepared to pimp Erica out for money, but Laura had spent her life cockteasing boys; maybe now she could get some use out of it.

She reached out and put her hand on Michael’s leg. In that position, leaning forward, she knew Michael could see down her cleavage.

“I’d really appreciate it,” she said. “It would mean a lot to me. And I know it would mean a lot to Erica too.”

“When will you be able to payit back?” Michael asked.

“I don’t know,” said Laura honestly.

“You can have it,” sighed Michael. “I’ll transfer it to you today. But I want to come tomorrow night, okay? And check up on you, make sure you’re doing okay.”

Laura frowned. “I don’t know if I’m free tomorrow night. I’ll have to check.”

“That’s the deal. If you can’t find time for me this week, I’m not doing the money.”

Laura sighed. “I’ll check it out and let you know tomorrow, okay?”

“It sounds good,” said Michael. They stood, and hugged, and returned to their work, lunch concluded.

That evening Laura turned up to the Mayim Clinic flushed and aroused as normal, high on the effects of her aphrodisiac pill. But she had some things she needed to ask about first. She told Amy she had some questions, and so Amy got her to undress, and then led the nude girl to Dr Windred’s office.

“I need tomorrow off,” said Laura. She felt strange, sitting here nude again in a professional office. Amy was here, and Dr Windred, and Royce, who was unabashedly starting at her tits. She remembered the last time she was here she had masturbated in front of all these people. Her pussy was drooling and she wished she could masturbate now.

“Laura,” said Dr Windred, “This is a very specific program. We need to keep up your conditioning each weeknight now or it will impact our results.”

“I have some things I need to do and if I don’t get them done I might not be able to come back here anyway.”

“Just this Wednesday?” asked Dr Windred.

“Actually I kind of need a night each week. I need to take up a second job to make ends meet, and the weekend plus a weeknight, plus the Tuesdays and Wednesdays I have off normally, might be enough to make a difference.”

Windred and Amy exchanged looks, and were silent for a moment.

After a while, Windred said, “Look, we can spare you this Wednesday, and afterwards – well, we’d prefer Thursdays, so let’s make it Thursdays after that – but we need to keep up the conditioning regime. We’ll let you go, on the condition that you take your pills that morning instead, and then take another dose in the evening. And we’ll generally have an additional activity for you – homework to keep you up to date.”

Laura blanched. She remembered the last time she’d been at work on pills. She’d made a complete slut of herself. Could she survive doing that once every week? Her pussy tingled at the thought – eagerly, almost – and she tried to ignore it. There was really no choice – she would have to. Maybe it would be for the best – maybe it would help her build up a resistance to the drug and not be such a whore when she was on it.

“Okay,” she agreed.

“Excellent!” said Dr Windred. “Then let’s go to the conditioning room. And we’ll tell you tomorrow’s homework when we’re done with today’s program.”

When Laura followed Amy to the conditioning room, she was confused. The chair was gone, unbolted from the floor. In its place was a metal contraption, about waist height, with what appeared to be a series of arms. Directly in front of the contraption, two rubber phalluses emerged from the floor.

Royce came in behind them. “Today you’re going to learn how to kneel, Laura. Kneel in the middle of the floor there, so that the cock goes in your pussy.”

Hesitantly, Laura moved to the rubber dildos. She saw that they had been lubricated, although she was so wet that they probably didn’t need it. Slowly, she lowered herself onto her knees, using her hand to steer the rubber cock into her pussy. She sighed with pleasure as it slipped between her twat lips and into her fuckhole. She lowered herself further, and found that it was the perfect length to let her rest her knees on the ground without it poking too uncomfortably deep into her vagina. When she was in a full kneeling position, the second, shorter dildo poked at the entrance to her anus, just like it had in the chair.

Next Royce came over to her, took her hands, and moved them behind her back. She felt something cold and metal touch her wrists, and realised that her hands were being cuffed behind her back. She panicked a little, but Royce put his hand on top of her head and pushed down, and Laura realised that in her current position, even the tiniest pressure downwards made her completely unable to move. She was trapped, impaled on the dildo.

Laura’s pussy was still dripping, and she tried to buck her hips against the phallus in her cunt, but it was unsatisfying. She wished it would vibrate or something, but it remained inert.

Next Amy came over. She behind Laura, and reached out to touch Laura’s hair. Laura could feel Amy’s boobs pressing against her back, and it felt maddeningly good. She didn’t know what Amy was doing at first but she soon realised that Amy was plaiting Laura’s hair into pigtails, one on either side of her face. Why?

She found out soon enough. When the pigtails were complete, Amy extended two metal arms from the machine in front of Laura. The arms ended in powerful clamps. Amy fed one pigtail into each clamp, and then pressed a button. The arms retracted back towards the machine, and Laura felt her head being pulled forward by her hair. She was forced to lean forward as best she could with the dildo inside her. Then the arms loosened, and Laura was able to move back to a more comfortable upright position, although her hair was still trapped in the clamps.

Lastly, Amy attached the last element to the machine, and its purpose became clear. She screwed a large black plastic dildo into place in the centre of the machine, directly in front of Laura’s face, with the tip pointing at her mouth. It, too, was on a moving arm, and Amy quickly checked that the dildo could move foward toward’s Laura’s face, and then move away again.

Finally Royce attached the things that Laura had been fearing – the painful alligator clamps, biting into her nipples and twat lips, with their wires trailing away into Amy’s instrumentation. The pain felt awful, but somehow good too. Laura barely even registered the humliation of having Royce feeling around in her pussy as he attached the clips.

With all that done, Amy started the movie.

It was different this time. Instead of moving straight into porn, it instead showed the face of a girl. The girl looked deeply unhappy – she was frowning, sniffling, and she had clearly been crying. It was a close up, and it made Laura uncomfortable to look at. It was stressful and weird, just staring at this image of an unhappy girl.

Then the dildo on the machine, the one at Laura’s head height, slid forward, and banged against Laura’s lips. Laura was surprised, and didn’t even have time to open her mouth. As soon as the dildo’s forward progress was impeded by Laura’s closed mouth, an electric shock blasted through Laura’s pussy and tits. She felt herself pissing on the floor a little, and she opened her mouth to scream.

As soon as she did, the dildo slipped inside, plugging Laura’s mouth like a big cock-shaped gag. At the same time, the dildos in Laura’s pussy and ass began to buzz, and the one in her pussy began to slowly and deliciously pump in and out of her twat. And up the screen the image changed – it no longer showed a sad girl, but rather a happy one, delightedly suckling on a man’s cock. The girl was kneeling in front of the man with her hands behind her back, just like Laura was kneeling, completely nude with her tits very much on display, and it looked like nothing in the world made her happier than the big dick that was pumping in and out of her mouth.

The end of the dildo in Laura’s mouth tasted like sperm, and Laura wondered if it was primed to release fake semen just like her special strap-on. The combination of the sudden cunt-stimulation and the less stressful image on the screen was making Laura feel good, and she began to bob her head up and down on the rubber dick in her mouth.

Then, just as suddenly, the dildo withdrew from her mouth, and immediately the vibration in her pussy stopped and the screen image changed to another close-up of a miserably unhappy girl.

It stayed there for a while as Laura fidgeted uncomfortably. Then she felt her head being pulled forward. The clamps were tugging on her pigtails pulling her face forward via a firm grip on her hair. Laura resisted for a moment, confused, but then felt the electric shock in her pussy and tits again, and so obediently leant forward. The motion dragged her down onto the dick again, and she opened her lips and accepted it into her mouth. It pushed forward as it entered her mouth, and Laura found she was gagging on it uncomfortably, completely unable to move or pull away because of the machine’s firm grip on her hair.

The vibrator in her pussy, however, had gone into overdrive, violently pumping in and out of her twat. It was a much stronger sensation than the last time and Laura loved it. She moaned around the plastic dick in her mouth happily. On screen once again the sad woman had vanished and been replaced by a delighted kneeling slut sucking a cock. In this one the man had firm control over the woman’s head and was keeping her face trapped against his groin while he skullfucked her. The woman was rubbing her pussy in a way that suggested she was in sexual heaven.

It went on like this for a couple of hours. When the dildo wasn’t in Laura’s mouth, the vibrators were still and the screen showed upset girls. When Laura sucked on the dildo, her pussy got rewarded and the screen showed her happy cocksucking bimbos. If Laura was the slightest bit reticent in accepting the cock into her mouth, she got a shock. In the second hour it started shocking her if Laura did not also pleasure the dick, by exploring it with her tongue and bobbing her head up and down on it as best she was able. The rewards were always better when Laura’s head was being controlled, and after a while she began to get frustrated when the machine just offered her the dick without also pulling on her hair.

She didn’t cum nearly as often as on previous visits to the clinic, because of the long stretches of no stimulation, but each orgasm she did have was deeply satisfying, and whenever she orgasmed the machine would know, and a little spurt of semen would fire from the tip of the plastic cock into her mouth. Laura swallowed the sperm eagerly, and found that it heightened her orgasm knowing that the tasty treat was coming.

When the program eventually stopped, and Amy came to uncuff Laura and disentangle her hair from the machine, Laura was as usual in a state of sexual confusion. It felt strange to close her mouth properly after spending two hours wth a cock going in and out of it. She realised that she was kneeling in a puddle of urine from where she had wet herself after the electric shocks. Amy was looking at the urine in digust.

“Next time you wet yourself like this, Laura, we’re going to make you clean it up, okay?” Amy said.

Laura just nodded. That seemed fair. She felt embarassed for wetting herself like a little baby.

Amy helped Laura climb off the twat and ass dildos, and then said, “You need to lick them clean, Laura.”

Laura understood. She had gotten the dildos all messy with her pussy juices and it was only fair that she clean them up. Laura got down on all fours. It meant kneeling in the puddle of piss, which was gross, but Laura was too confused to really register it. She leant down and licked and sucked on the two plastic dildos that had just been in her pussy and ass. The pussy one tasted good; the ass one tasted gross. Laura automatically took the larger, pussy dildo into her mouth, just like she had the one of the machine, and bobbed her head up and down on it. The motion made her tits dip in and out of the urine puddle, which felt good.

As she stayed there on all fours, licking the dildos that had just been inside her, she felt two fingers enter her pussy from behind. She moaned happily and bucked her hips against them. They penetrated further into her twat, deeper and deeper into her fuckhole, until suddenly Laura came again, moaning with a mouthful of plastic dick.

As the orgasm rolled through her and then retreated, Laura caught sight of the camera in the corner and suddenly remembered that these sessons were taped. What had they just taped? A pink-haired big-titted nude lesbian slut, crawling on all fours in a puddle of her own piss, sucking on a dildo that had just come out of her cunt while someone fingerbanged her twat.

And not just someone. Laura took her mouth off the dildo, turned her head, and realised it was Royce who had just been violating her pussy with his fingers. She had let a boy bring her to orgasm. Her body shook with horror. She staggered to her feet, blushing. There was urine dripping from her nipples, and soaking her knees and lower legs, and she couldn’t believe how degraded and slutty she had just been. She couldn’t make eye contact with Royce, instead just backing away from him to the corner of the room.

Amy followed Laura relentless to the corner. “You look pretty like that,” she said, and when Laura’s butt bumped into the corner and she had nowhere else to go, Amy stepped up to her and, to Laura’s surprise, gave her a passionate kiss on the lips. Laura kissed her back, pleased but confused. After the kiss, Amy said, “Good girl,” and then passed Laura a dildo.

“This is your homework, Laura,” she said. “All you have to is, every two hours, spend five minutes rubbing your pussy while sucking on this.”

Laura was relieved. She didn’t mind sucking on a dildo. She enjoyed it.

“Does this one… spurt anything?” she asked hesitantly.

Amy laughed. “No. We just want you to get used to having a cock in your mouth when you’re feeling sexual pleasure.”

Part of their conditioning program. Laura was torn – was she being conditioned? Conditioned to enjoying giving blowjobs? She wasn’t, was she? Probably not. Sexuality didn’t work that way. She was born a lesbian; it wasn’t a choice or something she had learned. And if she was finding she enjoyed sucking on dildos… well, maybe she had always been predisposed to sucking on dildos, and they were just helping her learn that. A dildo wasn’t a cock. It was just plastic or rubber.

When she got home that night, she proved she was still a lesbian by having her girlfriend lick her pussy until she came. But first, she put the strap-on on Erica, and knelt naked in front of her lover sucking on it until it filled her mouth with sperm.

**

Laura was scared of her Wednesday. She was going to have to be on the pill all day, and then take another dose in the evening before Michael came over. She was scared of what she was going to do and how she was going to act.

She took out some of her frustration on Erica in the morning. She slapped Erica in the face twice over minor irritations, told her she was a slutty little fuckpig, and then used the strap-on to fuck Erica violently in the cunt. The dildo ejaculated pig sperm into Erica’s pussy, and then Laura made her clean the sperm up by transferring it from her pussy to her mouth using her hand. Afterwards, when Erica had showered herself clean, Laura refused to let her wear a bra or panties to work, and made sure Erica was wearing her shortest, sluttiest skirt. If Laura was going to be in heat all day, Erica could damn well show off her goodies as well.

Torturing Erica made Laura feel a little bit better. She was amazed at how much she was enjoying this new relationship where she degraded and dominated Erica so thoroughly. She still loved Erica but it was like something inside her had always wanted to rape and humiliate women, and it was now rising to the surface. Laura had experienced more satisfying orgasms in the last few weeks than she’d had in the entirety of her life up to that point.

Laura took her pills before leaving the house, and by the time Erica dropped her off at work Laura’s pussy was drooling. There was no need for her to masturbate in the alley to get ready for Alistair like she had done yesterday, but Laura did it anyway, grateful for the chance to touch her engorged vulva. It felt wonderful to stick her fingers into her twat and bring them out coated with slut-nectar. Remembering her “homework”, she took the dildo she had been given out of her purse, and slipped it into her mouth. The feeling of having a hard phallus inside her mouth made the masturbation feel even better. She pumped her hand in and out of her cunt for five blissful minutes, and then relucantly withdrew it, put the dildo away, licked her hand clean, and went inside.

Alistair was pleased to see her, and even more pleased to see her so visibly aroused. Laura’s face was flushed and her nipples strained, hard and erect, at the fabric of her blouse. When he closed the door and shut the blinds, Laura needed barely any prompting to pull off her panties and give them to him, and then extract her large ttis from her bra and display them for him.

“You look like a slut this morning, Laura,” Alistair said. Laura only blushed.

Alistair looked her up and down. “I think you look like so much of a slut that you’re probably going to make me cum again. You can leave your clothes on if you want, but if you want to take them off so you don’t get cum on them, I won’t object.”

To Laura’s cunt-addled mind, this seemed like a fine idea. She stood, and removed her skirt, shirt, and blouse, ending up nude except for her high heels. Alistair told her to stand like that, her legs slightly spread, cupping her tits with her hands, and she did, while he used his phone to photograph her.

Then she sat in the chair opposite Alistair, with her legs spread, and he got his cock out of his pants. He told her the game would be the same as yesterday – she was to talk while he fingered her pussy and stroked his cock. He would warn her when he was about to cum, and she could attempt to get her lips around his dick before he spunked all over her face. The topic today would be, “Parts of Laura that Alistair could ejaculate on or in.”

Laura had learned from yesterday that a mere list wouldn’t last until Alistair could orgasm. As she felt his fingers probing her pussy, delightfully pushing into her twat and teasing her fuckhole and clitoris, she started her speech.

“You could cum in my pussy. You could push your dick up into my vagina and pump my womb full of hot, sticky sperm, and get me pregnant, and then watch as your semen dripped out of my twat and ran down my legs. You could force your dick into my anus and cum up into my rectum. You could cum all over my feet and get your sticky sperm betwen my toes. You could cum on my tits, and decorate by big melons with sperm, and watch it drip from my nipples. You could fuck my mouth and cum all over my tongue and down my throat, fill up my belly with your man-juice.”

Alistair was already breathing hard and furiously pumping his cock. Laura thought it wouldn’t take much to bring him to orgasm. Then she suddenly felt her own pussy twitch and spasm as she herself came; she stopped talking to moan sluttily and buck her hips against Alistair’s hand. When she regained control of herself, she looked at Alistair. Wasn’t the game supposed to stop if Laura came?

“Keep going,” growled Alistair, pinching Laura’s clitoris. Laura squeaked, and continued talking.

“You could cum on my pretty face,” she said. “Spread spunk all over my lips and nose and get it in my eyes. You could spurt your sticky goo into my hair.” She paused. She was running out of body parts. “You could cum in my panties,” she ventured, “and then make me wear them, feeling your sperm squelching against my twat all day. You could cum in the cups of my bra and then have me put it on, squishing the sperm against my boobs. You could cum in my purse, all over my phone and wallet so that everything I have is bathed in your sperm.” She thought again. “I could take you home and let you fuck Erica, watching as you pump load after load of jism into her pussy….”

“Now, Laura!” said Alistair.

Laura scrambled from her seat, trying to get her mouth over Alistai’s cock. She was eager to feel his dick in her mouth, to drink his cum. But this time she wasn’t fast enough. It began twitching when she was only halfway to her knees, spurting its white fluid, and she felt the hot sperm slatter first over her tits, and then onto her face. She got it in her mouth before the third spurt of fluid, and gratefully felt the semen wash over her tongue instead of getting on her skin.

She knelt there naked in front of her boss, sucking on his dick, until she judged that there was no more jism remaining. At some point his hands descended to stroke Laura’s hair and pull her closer to his cock; Laura felt unreasonably happy when they did. She lowered her hand to her pussy and manipulated herself to another orgasm as she waited for Alistair’s penis to soften in her mouth.

“Good slut,” cooed Alistair as he stroked her hair. “Good little lesbian slut.”

Afterward, when Alistair had pulled his dick from her mouth and tucked it back into her pants, Laura became aware of the sperm on her face and tits. It wasn’t a lot, all told, but it was wet and slimy.

“I should wash this off,” Laura said self-conciously. “Can I have some tissues?”

“No,” said Alistair coldly. “It looks good on you. Just rub it in.”

Laura sat there awkwardly, not knowing what to do.

“Do I have to fire you, Laura?” said Alistair. “I have work to get on with. Rub the sperm into your skin, then get dressed.”

Reluctantly, Laura put her hands on her tits and began to massage the goo into her melons. It was sticky and slimy, and the best she could do was distribute the puddle of jism out across her tits, leaving her funbags covered in a shiny wet sticky sheen. She repeated the process on her face; she cheated a little by pushing some of it into her mouth and swallowing, but there was still enough to leave an obvious sticky smear on her lips and cheeks when she was done.

The worst part was looking down at her sticky sperm-covered tits and thinking, briefly, to herself: they look better like this. They look right.

(To be continued….)

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Time for sports

Part 2 of ?

I forgot to mention some key parts of my family. My mom she works 12 hours a day on the week days and 8 hours on Saturday, and off Sunday. My older sister Sara is about 6’1 with long brown hair and curves that would make you jizz in your pants, her face kinda looks like Jessica Alba but 10 years younger. She is very smart but don’t expect her to make you laugh she has no sense of humor at all. know for Kelly. she is about 5’5 her body is perfect for a 15 yr old she has a high B cup a perfectly rounded ass. and the legs that would make you bite your lip if you saw them coming out of a shower . she is a very average intelligence wise but she could always make me laugh.

So i after Kelly and I just finished she and i started talking.

“that was Great David” Kelly said surprisingly
“yeah it felt so good” I said
“you know that was my first time” she said
“Really” I said acting surprised
“yeah i’ve never” she said
“you were great” reassuring her she did a good job
“now go to sleep we have school tomorrow” i said

she nodded then snuggled close to me

i woke up knowing that it was about 5Am
i knew my mom sleeps till about 730 and my older sister wakes up at 7 i decided to have some fun with Kelly
so while see was sleeping i started to jerk off until i got hard and i started to like Kelly’s pussy and she moaned but stayed asleep so i got ready got some KY lubed her and my self up and prodded her vagina
she was still asleep so i penetrated her and went slowly and faster then i pulled out and prodded her asshole she woke up and kept moaning i penetrated her asshole

“oooooooooooooooowwwwwww” she whimpered but she knew if she screamed we would get caught
“what are you doing” she whispered
” its ok ill go slow” i whispered back
she nodded

i went a deeper little by little i could tell she was biting her pillow but she liked it then i pushed the rest of my rock hard cock in her ass

“go faster” she said
“are you sure” i said
“go as fast as you want” she said in a way that made you think she loved you

i went as fast as i could thrust myself deeper and deeper into her ass then came inside of her tight little ass

“uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” she moaned
“that was amazing” she whispered as i laid back next to her

we laid there until 6 am the she went to take a shower

i sneaked into the bathroom then got into the shower with her and just held her and we just stood in the shower and let the hot water run over our body i turned her around

” i love you” i whispered into her ear
“i love you to” she whispered back biting my ear as she said it
after the shower we got out and got dressed for school and we waited on the couch watching tv
we were waiting for our sister but she was probably still asleep so i went up stairs and woke her up to get ready for school

” Sara wake up” I walked over to her and gently shook her
” OK OK OK” she yelled

she got up and went into the bathroom

i opened her dresser because i knew she had some morning after pills i took one i went down stairs and got a glass of water and walked over to Kelly

“her take this” i said
“what is it” she said
“its the morning after pill you take it if you have unprotected sex and you dont want a baby” i said
“oh ok” she replied

she took the pill and washed it down with water after we continued watching tv my sister came down and we left for school after we got to school i gave sara a hug

“see you after school sara” i said
“see you later little bro” she said

me and Kelly walked to homeroom and we sat next to each other as the teacher finished taking attendance we left and i was so bored but then the Gym coach came up to me

” hey David is it” the gym coach said
“yeah coach” i replied
“i have a question would you like to try out for our football team as Quarter Back we could really use someone with your abilities” he asked
“coach i would live to play football for you but i need to ask my sister if she could stay after to take me home” i replied
“ok here go ask her” he said and gave me a pass to go to my sisters class and ask her

i ran to my Saras math class and walked up to the teacher and gave her the note

“Sara your brother needs to speak with you in the hallway” the teacher stated
” ok miss Abernathy” she said

she walked out to the hallway and said

“i need to ask you something sis” i said
” well” she said
” the coach of the Varsity team asked me to join the team and i was wondering if you wouldn’t mind staying after school to drive me home” i asked
“as long as it is ok with Kelly” she said
“i dont think she will mind” i said

as i just said that i though tof the glorious sex we had last night and again this morning

“well its ok with me now i have and excuse to watch the football practice” she said
“ok i need to get back to gym class” i gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek and ran back to gym

as i got to the gym the coach stopped me

“is it ok for you to be on the team” he asked
“yeah my sister said it was ok for me to play” i replied

He handed over the forms and the play book study this up and be at practice with those forms tomorrow

i went about my day and after my last class i met up with my sisters and for some reason this guy was hanging all over my sister sara

” come on babe just touch it” some random guy said

i could tell Sara didn’t want this guy so i grabbed him and threw him to the ground and just continuously threw all my weight into every punch after about 4 punches my sister pulled me off and drug me to the car .

“you ever come near my sister ever again i will kill you” i yelled at him

the funny thing was my gym teacher was right there and didn’t do a thing

when we got home i flipped through the playbook then put it back in my back pack

i took the papers forged my mom signature but you couldn’t tell because i remembered every curve of my moms signature i finished the forms then did my homework which took about 10 minutes. i made some dinner for me and my sisters i do it because i remember all the good recipes from the cooking shows.
We sat down to eat because my mother rarely was home for dinner.

” kelly i told Sara it was ok that i joined the Football team and you wouldn’t mind staying after school ” i told Kelly

” Its ok i can do my homework while you practice” she replied
“if your gonna play football i think i might join the cheer leading squad” Sara replied
“you should join to Kelly” she added

“I will we can both cheer for David” Kelly replied

“i dont mind” I said

that night my mom went to bed earlier then usual so i sneaked up stairs and went into Saras room she was waiting up just laying in bed. i could tell she was so ready for me but i grabbed her hand

“come with me” i said
she said “ok”

we walked down stairs and back into my room i told her to lay next to Kelly who was already asleep so she did kelly was a heavy sleeper
so i drug my bed over it was easier because it was on wheels to my sisters and tied them together i woke up kelly by putting my finger in her tight little ass hole she jumped and was scared that Sara was laying next to her

“you know i heard you guys last night” Sara said
“you did” kelly said in astonishment
“you moan loud enough for me to hear” Sara replied
“well i guess you didn’t hear this morning” i said

Kelly blushed in embarrassment

“you stud you” Sara said

so i was laying behind Sara and Kelly was on the other side of Sara i started to rub Sara’s pussy and while i was doing that kelly and sara were kissing passionately and it made me super hard almost instantly i could tell Sara was wet and i stopped rubbing her and slide my dick into her also tight pussy she was shocked that i did that so fast

“god your so big” Sara said
“yeah he is” kelly agreed

I kept going harder and deeper the i came deep inside her young pussy

Sara laid on her back and kelly went down on her and started eating Sara out. i got up and started to eat out Kelly while Sara was having back o back orgasms and kelly was starting to get wet as i was just getting Hard again i got on my knees behind her and put my dick deep in side her she she tried to pull back but i grabbed her hips and just thrusted deeper into her i could tell she was in pain probably soar from the other night but couldn’t stop not then then i came deep inside her and fell over in exhaustion and my Kelly laid behind me and Sara in front of me

We were all basically spooning Kelly fell asleep almost instantly bu Sara and i were still u i was kissing the back of her neck and she was rubbing her ass against my soft dick after about 5 minutes i got hard again i started Prodding her ass hole i could tell she already did it there a couple time but i didn’t care so i penetrated her ass and just went slow i didn’t want to cum again so quickly but after about 5 more minutes i just went crazy on her ass as fast as i could and finally released inside of her and we both feel asleep and i had set the alarm for six so Sara could get back upstairs and i untied my bed and pushed it back.then laid back next to Kelly. I went back to sleep but i woke up and Kelly was blowing me so i just unleashed it into her mouth and she ran to the bathroom i went after her

“Im sorry” she said
“its ok” i said

She grabbed my hand and drug me into the shower and turned on the hot water and just as we got in Sara opened the door and joined us

Kelly and Sara lathered me up then each other

i grabbed Kelly and just held her as Sara Held me Sara reached down and started to fondle my Penis all the while i was felling up Kelly squeezing her breasts

i dint realize that Sara had put her head in between my legs and started sucking me off and just then i came into her mouth then she stood-up and shared it with my other sister letting it run out of her mouth and into Kellys they both swallowed my glorious cum.

(i will post more tonight or tomorrow if i get some constructive criticism)

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Tess wants to test a new toy

“You want me to do what now?”

Sam stared down at the strap-on in confusion. The tool itself wasn’t the issue, she and her long-time girlfriend were no strangers to strapping up and taking the other for a ride. It was the large, red, canine phallus that was attached to it that made Sam raise an eyebrow. To add to the odd factor, she spied a long tube attached to a syringe, which Tessa had explained could be filled with a suspiciously realistic-looking cum-like lubricant.

Tessa was on her knees with her palms pressed together as she begged, “Please! Just this one time!”

“Just to clarify; You want me to shift into my hybrid form, put on this wolf dick dildo, and mount you. Am I getting all that correct?”

Tess glanced away then back at Sam. “Yes. I want you to mount and fuck me like you’re trying to put puppies in me.”

Sam felt her wolf side perk up. She could feel her muscles start to expand at the very idea. Leaning forward, she said in a low voice, “Say that again.”

She saw Tess’s pupils dilate at the shift in tone. “I want you to mount and fuck me like you’re trying to put puppies in me–!”

Sam was on her feet with her hand around Tess’s throat. She pressed the smaller redhead against the wall with enough pressure on her neck to assert dominance but not enough to hurt. Hands and feet shifted and grew thick grey-brown fur, sharp claws grazed the back of Tess’s neck, and within seconds Sam was looking down on her petite girlfriend from well over a foot above her head.

Rough padded fingers caressed the soft skin of Tess’s throat. Sam smiled at the shiver that ran through her girlfriend’s body. “You want me to breed you, little girl?” her voice was much deeper, more feral in this form. It didn’t matter how gently she spoke, there was always the hint of a growl in her words.

She could smell the immediate reaction of Tess’s arousal, but she waited for the verbal confirmation. Tess finally took a breath and nodded, “Yes. Yes, please!”

Sam growled low in her chest, eliciting more of the sweet scent of lust from her girlfriend. With great care, she squeezed her hand around the slender neck and leaned down to give her a long, deep kiss. She reveled in the whimper she received and used her thick wolf tongue to leave her small human breathless.

Tess took a huge gulp of air when Sam finally pulled away. The redhead’s freckled cheeks were flushed red and her eyes sparkled with desire. Needing no further instruction other than a curt nod to the strap and lube, Tess quickly set to work preparing everything. Their strap-on was custom made for someone with a tail, and Tess was quick to hook the equipment onto Sam’s narrow hips.

She jumped when Sam growled; She had been getting too handsy with Sam’s nethers while arranging the parts that went around her thick legs. The werewolf had wanted to go easy on her eager girlfriend, but Tess knew the rules during play.

While Tess was on her knees, Sam placed a paw on the back of her head and pressed her face toward the lubed-up dildo. With the cum lube plunger in her other paw, Sam squeezed a little out to rub on her girlfriend’s face. She had to admit the sight was incredibly hot, especially as Tess looked up at her with her beautiful green eyes just as her lips wrapped around the tip.

She watched as Tess took the red cock in her hand and stroked it. Tess kept eye contact as she trailed her tongue along the detailed veins to the knot. More of the cum oozed out of the tip then quickly licked up by Tess’s enthusiastic services.

Drool dripped from Sam’s maw as she watched. She hadn’t been so sure about the role-play until now; This was possibly the sexiest thing Tess had ever done for her. Flexing her hips, Sam pushed the phallus into her girlfriend’s waiting mouth.

‘What I wouldn’t give to have a real cock right now,’ she thought as she watched Tess swallow more and more of the strap.

She humped the sweet mouth and started to pant. Her heavy tongue lolled out one side of her mouth and her vision started to tunnel. This happened sometimes when she was in this form. More of her wolfish nature would come out when she was too excited. Finely tuned ears picked up the slick sounds of the silicon sliding in and out of her girlfriend’s mouth, the slight chokes and gasps with each pass that nearly dove down the back of her throat, and the beautiful moans of pleasure. Her nose was overwhelmed with the scent of Tess’s desire and soon Sam felt her human side fading back as the wolf took over.

Thick fingers grabbed a handful of Tess’s hair and yanked her away from the cock with a pop. She choked and looked up to ask Sam what the hell that was for when she saw the feral look in the werewolf’s golden eyes. The beast before her panted and stared down at her with a hunger that made her heart sink.

“Sam…?”

Without warning, Tess was thrown to the ground and pinned on her stomach. Hot breath grazed her ear as the wet nose snuffled in her hair and down her neck. She tried to remain as still as possible while the wolf tore her shirt and shorts from her body.

This wasn’t what she had pictured when the idea had come to her the other day. She knew Sam went wild at times, had witnessed it when they had started dating, but Sam always knew who Tess was even during the full moon. Now, Tess wasn’t so sure if this creature was still her girlfriend.

Yet there was also a massive side of her that was incredibly turned on at the turn of events.

Strong hands pulled her back and she felt the tip of the dildo brush her backside. She was set up on her knees and her torso was forced down with a paw. Tess bit her lip as she watched the werewolf align the cock. This was so fucking hot; Sam had always been the dominant one in the bedroom but there was this careful sense of control whenever they had sex. Now, the animal within her was going full force with reckless abandon.

She lifted her hips like a good bitch and whined as the head pushed inside of her. A muscular forearm wrapped around her waist as the rest of the torso laid on her back. The cock was bigger than she had expected but it slid in with ease, stretching her more at the middle of the shaft, then stopping as the massive knot.

Sam’s breath was coming fast and hot. Drops of drool fell onto Tess’s face as the two of them adjusted to the fit. Then Sam’s hips began to pump.

This wasn’t the careful, romantic build up she was used to with Sam. No, this was the rutting of a mating animal. She really was being fucked as though Sam was going to put puppies in her, and it was fucking amazing! Tess’s cries of pleasure turned to whines and gasps as the strap-on pumped in and out of her at a rapid pace. The slick sounds of her soaked pussy added to the animalistic nature and all she could do was press her face into the carpet and take it.

She was surprised by how quickly her orgasm was building. ‘No, no, no!’ she thought through the haze. ‘Not yet!’

Managing to move her head enough to look around, Tess found the plunger for the cum lube. Sam was in no state of mind to know to use it. So it would be up to her to deliver the main event.

“Come on, baby, breed your girl! Fuck, you’re an animal!”

Tess clutched the plunger in her fist as Sam continued to plow her into the floor. Her body was on fire from the pain and pleasure of it all, and she even found herself drooling as much as Sam was. Everything was perfect, she felt like her head was stuffed full with cotton and all she could think about was the beast taking her from behind; Breeding her like a good mate.

She heard Sam whine above her and knew the time was almost upon them. Tess pulled the plunger close to her chest as the massive she-wolf began to tremble. Sam’s wolf head pressed into hers, nearly crushing her under the weight, and then Tess felt her stiffen.

Her climax hit as the knot popped into place and the wave of cum sprayed into her womb. Cries of pleasure mixed with her girlfriend’s low moaning howls as they rode their orgasms together. Lubricant spilled from around the knot and down her sensitive clit. The two of them collapsed into a heap on the floor; Tess’s lower half being pulled as Sam rolled onto her side.

She must have passed out because the next thing she felt was the *pop* of the knot being pulled from her. “Ow! Careful, babe… I’m,” she took a breath and fell to her side, “I’m still pretty tender.”

“Is that really all you have to say?!” Sam’s worried voice demanded. “I completely blacked out, your knees are a wreck- Tess! Are you alright?”

Tess rolled over and pulled the distressed brunette on top of her. She whimpered when the dildo pressed against her aching clit. Then she gave a weary smile and kissed Sam on the nose. “I’m fucking great! We should do that again sometime!”

Sam stared at her girlfriend completely dumbfounded. She leaned forward and gave Tess a tender kiss and said, “You’re insane.” She smiled, “I love you.”

“I love you too, you filthy animal.”

Sam gave a playful snarl and the two girls settled down for some well-deserved rest. Tess just wondered if Sam would be up to trying some of the other dildos she ordered.

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The angel Aurora faces down the vampire Damien. But is she still righteous after falling from Heaven?

The Vampire’s Kiss
Chapter 7: Angel’s Stained Passion
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Aurora the fallen angel had thrown off the shackles of Heaven’s pathetic rules. All they did was constrain the forces of good and allow evil to flourish unchecked. To allow Jezebel to flourish unchecked and protect her client, Faust.

Aurora would see the vampire Faust slain and Jezebel’s plans undone. She would not flinch in the pursuit of righteousness. She would use every tool at her disposal, including the vampire Damien. He had once been a good man, a vampire hunter until he and his wife Abigail ran afoul of Faust’s twisted machinations.

But Damien had to be reined in. Already he had turned one virgin into his thrall, a mortal gifted with enhanced physical attributes, and another girl into a vampire. She feared what he would do now that he had a taste of blood. She needed to hone him into her weapon and aim him at Faust.

She would throw him like a javelin at the vampire. He would kill Faust to rescue his wife and avenge their treatment.

Then Aurora would have a decision to make. If she could still harness Damien and keep his appetites under control, she could use him to hunt more vampires and the other denizens that lurk in the shadows and preyed upon mankind.

But not if he kept feasting on women. Even if he turned his victims into vampires, he still destroyed their lives and gave them only a shadowed unlife. Even poor Britney Lawson, his thrall, had her life irrevocably altered. She was tied to his energy. When he died, so would she.

In a way, she was already dead, just like Mary Daniels, his vampiress.

Aurora reached Chicago, tracking Damien’s trail. While she had been in Heaven receiving her punishment, he had moved from the small town of Pingree Grove to the city. It was a good sign. Faust and Damien’s captured wife were in the city. He was focused.

She reached a club, its dance music thudding into the dark night. Crowds of men and women, all reeking of sin and drugs, queued to get in and lose themselves to hedonism. Damien lurked on the second floor, in a loft apartment over the club. She circled the building unseen in the Ether and landed before the loft’s door.

“Aurora,” gasped Gideon, the angel that had assisted her. He still monitored Damien after she had been hauled into Heaven. “You’re wings.”

Her once white wings were stained with ash. She flared them as she glared at the angel. “Do not interfere, Gideon, I would hate to have to injure you.”

“Injure?” Angels could appear in a variety of forms limited only by their gender. Gideon adopted a scholarly appearance. The shock of her words caused his wire-rimmed glasses to slip down his nose. “Aurora, you wouldn’t.”

“I do what must be done for the good of the world,” I answered. “I am free of the rules. It is time to intervene.”

Gideon swallowed. “Your presences is disrupting the probability factors surrounding Damien’s mission. Right now, he is focused on killing Faust and rescuing his wife. Things are progressing mostly to your liking. No intervention is necessary.”

“Has he fed again? Has he increased his victims?” Aurora’s eyes seized his. “Well?”

Gideon swallowed. “Twice. He has a second thrall and turned another vampiress. They are inside going through the change. Other then them, Damien is alone.”

“Then more evil has been allowed to be perpetrated,” Aurora declared. “I will make sure Damien understands.”

Aurora stepped into the real world, manifesting without Heaven’s permission. It was wonderful to act under her own agency. She grasped the doorknob, twisted, and threw the door open. She stepped through into the loft and faced Damien.

Damien recognized her. He stood naked and powerful, his dark-brown hair giving him a dark, rugged, bad boy vibe. He had the body and face that women panted after. At his feet lay his newest victims, a light-skinned African-American and a gorgeous Hispanic. Blood scented the air.

“I tried to save you,” Aurora said as she strode across the loft, her head shaking at his victims. I will keep you from becoming a complete monster. “This has to stop. You can’t keep ruining women’s lives and making them yours. You need to find your purpose again.”

“Or you’ll kill me?” snarled Damien.

He lunged at Aurora.

The fallen angel had not anticipated Damien attacking. She had anticipated reaching through to Damien’s good heart. She had glimpsed it still even after the change. He did fight against his nature. Technically, he had avoided killing, though turning two women into vampiresses and another two into thralls skirted that edge.

“Wait,” she cried out before he crashed into her.

His weight bore them to the floor. Gray feathers rained in the air as he pinned her to the floor. His eyes blazed as he stared down at her. His strong fingers held her shoulders. Her large, naked breasts heaved beneath him, and she was all too aware of his cock pressing on her belly.

“Do you think you can stop me from killing Faust? I will not be easy prey for Heaven and the hunters. I will rescue my wife.”

“I’m here to help you,” Aurora snarled. She bucked her body and threw him over her head. She flapped her wings and popped up to her feet. She spun around. “You just need to control your dark appetites.”

Damien moved fast. He was a trained hunter, an expert fighter, and now he was enhanced with a vampire’s supernatural strength and reflexes. When she threw him, he let the momentum carry him into a roll. He came up and jumped at the wall. Aurora frowned until he twisted and planted his feet square on the wall.

He leaped and threw himself at her.

“Heaven’s light,” she gasped right before Damien crashed into her stomach. The air burst from Aurora’s lungs. She had manifested. She had a body so long as she walked the mortal world.

A body that could feel pain.

The force of his impact threw her back. She soared across the room and crashed into one of the loft’s support columns. It was solid concrete, rebounding her body. The plaster that covered the column cracked and fell with her to the ground.

“Damien,” she coughed as he rushed at her. “You do not want to do this. I am a warrior of light. A sword of Heaven. Purity blazes in me.”

Damien bared his fangs.

Aurora’s tool against the darkness was lost. He rushed at her, his face set. He would kill her. She summoned her sword. It flashed to life in her hand, but its pure blaze sputtered and flickered. She didn’t care. It was a weapon made of Heaven’s light. She lunged as she stood, thrusting the sword at his chest.

Damien twisted, and her blade rushed by him. He slipped past her weapon and into her guard.

“I will not be easy meat,” he growled and seized her right wrist. His other hand slammed into her throat. If she were human, her broken trachea would have seen her choking and dieing.

But her body was made of sterner substance—light.

She growled, anger seizing him. He had become evil. He was out of control. If he would not serve righteousness, then she would kill him. She formed a fist with her left hand and planted it hard into his stomach. The vampire grunted and staggered, his grip slipping on her throat and sword arm.

Aurora wrenched her sword arm free of his grasp and did a high kick, catching him in the guts right. He grunted and staggered back, giving her room to swing her sword. She hissed like an angry cat as her sputtering blade of light slashed at Damien.

He twisted and moved back. He held up his arms defensively, his feet spaced wide, moving on the balls of his feet. Ready to strike. He was coiled, his eyes moving. He sought a weapon to defend himself with.

Aurora wouldn’t give him the opportunity to reach a weapon. She sprang at him, her wings flapping behind her. She had been trained to fight with blade. Her attacks were quick and efficient. She did not leave herself open. Damien had no choice but to retreat before her onslaught, his eyes searching for any holes in her attacks he could exploit.

Aurora never gave him one as she kept swinging. “You should have let me talk,” she snarled. “I was here to help you.”

“Right,” Damien sneered. “An angel would help a vampire.”

“I want Faust dead. I want Jezebel’s plans foiled.” Her sword hissed as it arched through the air, trying to find Damien’s flesh.

She admired his skill as he retreated from her blade. He was the best of the Knights Venator. Look at him move know. What an instrument for Heaven he could have been if he had only kept his appetites in check.

But his skill and his undead state kept him from tiring. She drove him across the room. They moved in a circle. She could never quite pin him into a corner, and so long as he kept dancing back, she couldn’t get to him.

Not without leaving herself open to reprisal.

“Why did you harm those two women?” Aurora asked, an idea forming in her head.

“Because I could,” Damien smiled. He glanced at the two naked women. Both stirred, their changes almost complete. “I understand vampires now. Why they feed? I thought it was just hunger, and it is. But there is so much more to it than satiating something so…bestial. Blood is intoxicating. It’s life, and those women gave it to me. Willingly. The ultimate surrender to my dominance.”

“You lie,” she snarled and then swung her blade a hair too hard. It left herself open as she recovered.

Damien lunged in, reaching to grasp her arm. He forced Aurora to dance back before she could bring her sword up again. He halted his attack, retreating, waiting for his next opportunity. He had a hungry smile on his face. He was a lion stalking her, waiting for the moment to pounce.

Aurora couldn’t help the wicked thrill that went through her body. His dick was hard, his eyes dilated. The fighting aroused him. Her nipples hardened as she swung her blade at his flesh, and heat flushed her pussy.

Her body burned with life. Her blood pounded through her veins.

“I can smell your excitement, angel,” Damien grinned. “Are you sure you don’t want me to do the stabbing? Put away that sword, and I’ll take care of your hot cunt.”

“You are filthy,” she snarled, freeing her passions. She let herself attack wildly, her sword flailing. “I would never sleep with a vile creature like you.”

“Are you so sure?” Damien laughed. “Aren’t you curious why those two women surrendered to me? They let me drain them. They begged for it. They were willing and offered themselves up to be fed upon. Don’t you want to do the same? Don’t you want to experience the ecstasy of my bite?”

“No,” Aurora snarled. “I will end your perfidy.”

“I can smell your blood. It’s as sweet as your cunt.”

The angel’s pussy clenched. Flashes of lying beneath him, his cock plunging through her pussy, shot through her mind. She couldn’t deny his raw magnetism. Abigail, his wife, had enjoyed Damien’s primal strength many times. Aurora had witnessed their shared passion.

She pictured herself in place of Abigail.

“You’re getting wetter,” Damien grinned. “I can smell it. I can see the beads of dew adorning your bare pussy lips. Put away your sword and surrender to me.”

“I will never be your whore!”Aurora screamed, putting all her passion into her attack as she feinted with a hard, overhand swing.

To Damien, it would look like she had overcommitted to her attack. He danced to the right to let her blade swipe past him. Then he lunged in, expecting her to be off-balance. Swinging too hard was a danger in sword fighting. You had to stay in control at all times.

And Aurora was still in control. Damien’s words did not effect her.

She pivoted and lunged. The blade of her sword, burning with Heaven’s purity and therefore anathema to a vampire, slammed through Damien’s belly. “I’ll just kill Faust without you,” Aurora hissed as the sputtering light of her sword blazed brighter, strobing through the loft. “And I’ll make sure to put Abigail out of her misery.”

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You have to kill him, the demon Jezebel whispered from Father Augustine’s soul. She had corrupted the priest and possessed him. Her dark powers had flooded through him, banishing the holy. It’s the only way to save Mary and Britney. Kill him, and they’ll be yours.

Father Augustine shuddered in the D’Angelos’ living room as he listened to the demon. The priest had been yoked by his desires. For three decades, Father Augustine had denied himself the pleasures of the flesh. All while he had lusted after the nubile creatures that swept through his small church. When he wasn’t aiding Damien and Abigail D’Angelo on their vampire hunts, he was fighting off the desires inflamed by the women of his parish.

In confession, he heard their sins, their wanton acts of debauchery. Even the married women had their affairs. He ached to enjoy them, to make the women satiate the lusts they stirred in his loins. He wanted to fuck them.

To degrade them.

Now, thanks to Jezebel’s intervention and possession, he had yoked two whores to his will. And the good father yearned for a third.

You have enough communion left to make Mrs. Lawson yours, Jezebel cooed, her soul trembling in delight. She felt the Father’s pleasure and experienced his bliss when he buried his cock into his whores’ flesh. Then together you shall find her wayward daughter Britney.

Father Augustine’s back straightened. His dick was hard beneath is black cassock, yearning to feel the married woman’s lusts. Her husband was out searching for their eighteen-year-old daughter who had fallen into Damien and Abigail’s hands.

Yes, yes, you have to kill them. They’re vampires now, purred Jezebel. They’ve gone to Chicago.

The demon needed Damien dead. She had a pact with Faust, an agreement to protect the vampire from Heaven’s servants. It was clear Heaven sought to use Damien to kill Faust. In the last few hours, her certainty had grown. Jezebel could feel it through the Ether. The priest would be her agent, an unholy shaman who would dispatch Damien without Faust even knowing he was in danger.

Go and seduce the MILF, purred Jezebel. She is weak. A whorish woman. Remind her of her affair. Remind her that she is a slut like every other woman.

The priest’s grin grew as his dick throbbed harder. He swept out of the blood-filled house of the D’Angelos to head next door.

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Father Hyrum Augustine’s dick ache despite the blood in the air.

The coppery reek permeated the house. The violence and unholy lusts that had been committed in the house would forever stain it. His heart beat faster as he listened to the feminine voice. She whispered such sweet advice.

Donna Lawson was a MILF begging to be fucked hard. Her body was wasted on her boring husband. She inspired such lusts in the priests. Lusts only her married cunt could satisfy. Her blonde, busty beauty burned through his face. She was a mature flower, her body kept lean by exercise. And those lips. Red. Lush. Cock-sucking lips.

The priest marched out of the D’Angelos house with purpose.

“Father,” Joy called from the gray church van parked between the D’Angelos’ and Lawsons’ residences. The blonde was the first of Father Augustine’s holy warriors. She had drank his communion and been bound to him, gifted powers. Father Augustine didn’t know what those powers were, but he was certain Joy would manifest them at the right time. “What is going on?”

“The darkness has claimed my friends,” he answered, “and twisted them into vampires. This is why you were chosen. Fetch the communion cup. It is time to transform a third whore into something holy.”

“Yes, Father,” Joy said, a big smile on her youthful face.

Joy and Samantha, a brunette with a pair of sexy glasses on her face, stepped out. Samantha had thought she was innocent, but Father Augustine had shown the bride-to-be that she was truly a whore. But he had saved her, too, and given her holy purpose.

The two young women followed Father Augustine into the Lawson’s house. Just inside, a portrait of the family hung on the wall. Britney Lawson looked as scrumptious as her mother Donna, a younger, sweeter version of the ripe peach the priest would eat tonight. Donna’s husband, Tony, was a weak man, overweight and with a soft smile on his lips. An infant was cradled in Donna’s arms.

“Father Augustine,” Donna said. She sat on her couch, her hands crossed before her, and tears stained her cheeks. “You have to help me find Britney. This isn’t like her. She doesn’t stay out late. I know she’s eighteen, but not for long. Please.”

Father Augustine cupped Donna’s chin and lifted her eyes. “I will help you, Donna,” he said, stroking her cheek and wiping away her tears, “but you must embrace my teachings. You must abandon your whorish ways and become a holy warrior to face the darkness that has claimed your daughter.”

“Darkness?” She swallowed. “Holy warrior? What are you talking about, Father? My daughter’s missing, and you want to preach about sin?”

He tightened his grip on her chin. Energy tingled out of him into her skin. “Woman, your daughter has been taken by a vampire. When I speak of holiness and darkness, these are forces that every day clash around us. This is not preaching.” He bore into Donna’s eyes. She wanted to look away, but she couldn’t.

She senses my power. I bet her pussy’s getting wet, the whore. Women are always sluts for power.

“If you want to see your daughter rescued, you must abandon your whorish ways and embrace the holy,” Father Augustine growled. “Do you understand me?”

“I’m not a whore,” she protested. “I’m a married woman.”

“Who had an affair,” growled Father Augustine. “Does your husband know Ryan isn’t his son?”
She froze. “Please, that was a mistake. I ended it. I want to put that in my past. I was weak, Father.”

“Yes, you were weak. You are weak. You are a woman, slave to that hot, wet hole between your thighs.” He ran his thumb over her lips. They were wet. He pulled her lush lips apart and pushed his thumb inside. “You are a whore, but I shall redeem you with my communion.”

Donna trembled. Her lips were wrapped tight about his thumb. Something kindled in her eyes. His touch aroused her. Another whore, unable to control herself. The way she sucks on my thumb. She wants my cock. She yearns to feel it in her mouth and drink my seed.

The slut.

“Look at you,” Father Augustine growled. “You can’t help yourself. You’re sucking on my thumb like it were a cock. You want my cock, don’t you? You want to suck it. You’ve made me so hard with your whorish ways.”

“She’s a slut, Father,” Joy said. “Just like we were.”

“Mrs. Lawson,” Samantha purred, “embrace his holy teachings. He will cleanse you and make you pure. He did it to us.”

“Just surrender to me and I will save your daughter and purify your whorish soul.”

She sucked harder on his thumb. Her tongue brushed it, circling it. His cock throbbed, eager to feel her warmth. Donna’s cheeks blossomed with color. She let out a moan. A whore’s moan. She is a wanton slattern. She tempts me.

And she claims to be a pure, married woman.

Father Augustine pulled his thumb from her lips. “Do it. Take out what you truly desire and suck like the whore you are. Satiate your lusts.”

“Father, I…” She licked her lips. “I don’t know what is going on. I shouldn’t…my daughter is missing…but…” Her hand trembled as she reached out and squeezed his bulge through his cassock. “I can’t…fight this. I…I am a whore. It’s like my body has betrayed me. I’m so wet. So hot. Father, please forgive me.”

Her hands pulled up his cassock. She licked her lips, her blue eyes lidded with her passion. For a moment, Father Augustine imagined her youthful daughter kneeling beside her mother, eager to suck his cock with Donna.

“I am a whore. What is wrong with me, Father?”

“Just surrender to me,” he told her. “Surrender and I shall save your daughter. You shall be my holy warrior. I shall channel your lusts into something pure.”

“Yes,” She panted as she lifted up his cassock and exposed his dick. He wore no underwear beneath. It flopped out, thick and throbbing. “Oh, yes, it is so much thicker than my husband’s. I need to suck it.”

Donna Lawson swallowed the priest’s cock.

“Yes,” he groaned. “Satiate your lusts.”

“What a whore,” Joy moaned as she clutched the communion chalice filled with a mix of the priest’s cum and Samantha’s virgin pussy juices.

Father Augustine groaned as she sucked. Her cheeks hollowed. Her lips sealed tight. So red about his shaft. She bobbed her mouth while her tongue swirled around his sensitive cock. She was skilled. His balls already throbbed.

She needs to teach Joy and Samantha how to truly suck my cock.

“That’s it, whore,” growled Father Augustine, his balls aching.

The MILF’s hands found his balls, massaging them as she bobbed more and more of her mouth down his cock. His dick’s tip rubbed along the roof of her mouth and brushed the back of her throat. The pleasure raced up his dick.

He groaned and ran his hand through her blonde hair. She sucked louder. He loved the wet sounds as she worshiped his cock. She couldn’t help it. Her lusts had consumed her. Donna’s blue eyes burned with them as she stared up at the priest.

He shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He had to attend to her husband. The last thing he needed was for John Lawson to interfere. He struggled to concentrate—Donna’s mouth sucked so hard—as he scrolled through the address book. He had most of his parishioners numbers saved.

Father Augustine found it and dialed.

The phone rang while Donna worked her mouth down his dick. The tip pressed into the back of her throat. The Father’s eyes widened as John picked up. “Father Augustine?” There was a hint of panic in the man’s voice. “Have you found Britney?”

It took a moment for the Father to responded. John’s wife had deep-throated the priest’s cock. Her throat constricted about the end of his cock, massaging it. His balls boiled over. Sweat beaded on the priest’s forehead.

“Your wife and I…will find her,” gasped the priest. His voice throbbed with power. “We will be very diligent. You have nothing to worry about.”

“I do?”

“Nothing,” the priest continued. “Your wife has been chosen. Even know she prepares to purified by her new communion.”

“Okay,” John said.

“She is no longer yours, but mine,” growled the priest.

Donna moaned about his dick. Her passion humming about his dick. The priest shuddered as the whorish MILF pleasured him. She knew whom he talked to. He could see it in her eyes. It spurred her to please the priest more.

“Yours, Father? I don’t understand.”

“Your wife has taken vows,” groaned the priest. “Holy vows.”

“Like a nun?”

“Yes,” groaned Father Augustine as Donna slid her mouth back up his dick, sucking the entire way. She was eager for his cum to spurt into her mouth. She hungered for it. “Like a nun. You need to come home and take care of your son.”

“Okay,” the weak-willed man said. “I trust you, Father.”

“Yes,” groaned Father Augustine as his cum exploded from his cock. Donna moaned as she drank down blast after blast of the priest’s jizz that spilled into her mouth. She swallowed and sucked, eager for every drop of the priest’s cum. “Hallelujah, your wife has drunk my seed and is ready for her communion.”

“Seed, Father?” asked John. “What are you—”

The priest hung up, his body buzzing with pleasure. Donna licked her lips as she stared up at him. Her eyes were lidded with passion. She was ready for the communion. Without being asked, Joy stepped up. She held the goblet to Donna’s mouth.

“This is my body,” the priest panted as Joy pressed the cup to Donna’s lips. “This is my blood. This is my essence mixed.” Joy tilted the cup and Donna drank the last of the holy communion. “Eat and drink this in remembrance of my authority.”

Donna shuddered and black sparks rippled across her body. A lasting connection sprang between Father Augustine and the MILF. The feminine voice purred in delight from the priest’s soul. Donna gasped, then her voice cut off as both Joy and Samantha kissed their sister-warrior, their tongues swiping.

The sight stirred Father Augustine’s lusts. “Joy, you will drive us to Chicago while Donna satiates the lusts you three have churned in my body.”

“Yes, Father,” Joy smiled.

Donna smiled. “And how will I satiate you, Father?”

“How do you think?”

“With my wet, hot hole,” she moaned. “My cunt.”

“We should go before your husband arrives. The last thing we need is to hear his blubbering.”

Donna nodded and rose, her nipples tenting the front of her halter top. They were fat and hard. Father Augustine squeezed her breasts through her clothing. They were his. Donna shuddered and moaned. He pushed her clothing down, exposing her pink nipple. He pinched it and led her out of the house to the van.

The MILF shuddered as she trailed after the priest. Her pupils were dilated and her hips shifted in the tight shorts she wore. Father Augustine glanced down at her gorgeous legs, sleek and tan, and so firm. He couldn’t wait to feel them wrapped about his body.

Joy reached the van and started it up while Samantha threw open the sliding, side door, revealing the back of the van strewn with weapons and other equipment to kill vampires. Crossbows, white oak quarrels, shotgun shells full of salt, ampoules of holy water, and silver coated machete filled the van.

“Oh, my,” Donna gasped as she looked around. “We are going to fight evil.”

“Yes, we are,” groaned the Priest, his dick aching. He slammed the door shut behind them. “Strip me.”

“Yes, Father,” Donna and Samantha purred in unison.

Joy pulled the van from the curb as the Father’s two sluts pulled up the hem of his cassock. It didn’t take long to strip the priest when he wore nothing beneath his vestments. His body was firm and strong beneath. He kept in shape to aide his hunters. While he never ventured into a vampire’s nest on hunts with the D’Angelos, he had been prepared to.

“Now strip each other,” the priest grinned.

The two women turned to each other. Donna licked her lips while Samantha had a gentle smile. Samantha reached out and seized the hem of Donna’s halter top, peeling it over her head. Her breasts were held by a low-cut demi bra. The priest had pulled her right breast out of the cup, but the left was still contained. Barely.

“Have you ever been with a woman, Donna?” Samantha asked. “Or did you manage to fight that whorish desire?”

“I fought it.” Donna licked her lips as Samantha unclasped her bra and spilled out the MILF’s heavy tits.

“Now you don’t have to,” purred Samantha as she clutched both of Donna’s heavy breasts. “Neither of us do. We are holy sisters now. Me, you, and Joy. We are united by Father Augustine’s holy communion. So this is not a sin.”

Donna moaned as Samantha leaned over and sucked on the fat, pink nub. Father Augustine stroked his cock, not fast. He savored the lesbian sight playing out before him. Samantha’s glasses slipped down her nose as she sucked and nibbled. Her hands slid down Donna’s flat stomach to her shorts.

A snap echoed through the van. Donna’s shorts came undone. Samantha’s hands pushed them off Donna’s hips while the younger woman kept sucking at Donna’s nipple. The MILF moaned and stroked Samantha’s brown hair.

“This is…wonderful,” Donna gasped in awe. “She’s so gentle. Oh, yes. Mmm, I love your lips.”

Donna was left in only her skimpy, light-yellow panties. Her legs spread as Samantha rubbed between Donna’s thighs. The gusset of her panties grew wet. Father Augustine licked his lips as he stroked himself a little faster, the pleasure spilling through his body.

“Father,” gasped Donna as Samantha slid off her panties, “can she…?”

“Eat your whorish cunt?” growled the Priest. “Yes.”

“Mmm, I would love to,” moaned Samantha. She pushed up her glasses before she lowered her face between Donna’s thighs.

Donna leaned back. Her large breasts shook and jiggled as she laid out on the back of the van. When the vehicle hit a little bump, the movement translated through her heavy tits and they shook like jello. Though no jello was so sweet to gaze upon.

“Father,” gasped Donna as Samantha took her first, loving lick through Donna’s pussy.
Samantha’s lips were pressed into the golden hairs of Donna’s bush. The young woman licked and nuzzled, eager to please her new sister and her priest. Father Augustine savored the sight of his submissive women pleasuring each other for his amusement.

“That’s it, lick her whorish cunt. Donna needs to cum on your lips. She needs to be wet and ready to receive my cock.”

“Yes.” Donna’s eyes squeezed shut. She let out a low moan and humped her hips into Samantha’s eager, licking tongue. “She’s so amazing, Father. Oh, yes. I never had a man do this to me. I had heard. It’s so wonderful.”

“Cherish the gift. Use me and your holy sisters to keep from sinning and tempting men with your whorish body. You have been purified and you must remain that way.”

“Yes, yes, pure,” she moaned. “So pure. Mmm, eat my cunt. Yes, yes. So good. Keep licking with your tongue. Oh, Lord, that’s amazing.”

Father Augustine reached out with his free hand and pinched the MILF’s nipple. She bucked and gasped, her eyes widening as he twisted. “Are you enjoying her tongue, whore?”

“So much, Father. I love it. I’m going to cum. Oh, yes, I love cumming. And now I don’t have to feel guilty.”

“No. Let yourself satiate your whorish lusts.”

Donna’s face contorted. Her back arched and her tits jiggled. She let out a long, low moan as her body thrashed. Her orgasm burst through her. Samantha licked harder, gathering up the MILF’s naughty juices.

“Hallelujah,” groaned Father Augustine. “Satiate yourself on Samantha’s slutty lips. Let her pleasure you. She’ll drink down all your juices.”

“She is, Father,” gasped Donna. She bucked again. “Oh, Lord, I’m cumming. I can’t stop. It’s wonderful. Her tongue is so wicked. She keeps licking me and pleasing me. Oh, yes. Oh, Lord, yes.”

“Move to the side, slut,” Father Augustine growled. He could no longer contain himself. He had to satiate the lusts the two whores stirred in him.

Samantha moved, her lips and chin stained with Donna’s excitement. Father Augustine settled between Donna’s thighs. The MILF, still trembling, reached down and grasped the priest’s cock. She guided him to her hungry, wet pussy.

“Fuck me, Father,” gasped the MILF.

“Fuck her,” moaned Samantha. “She needs more. I couldn’t get rid of all her whorish lusts.”
Donna rubbed the priest’s dick against her dripping flesh. Her fat labia pressed around his dick and then he popped into her depths. He thrust forward, burying into the married whore’s cunt. She gasped and clenched down on him, embracing him with her warm silk.

“Father Augustine!” Donna moaned in delight.

“Yes, fuck her, Father,” panted Samantha as she ripped off her dress. She was naked beneath, the dark-brown curls adorning her pubic mound dripping with her excitement. She straddled Donna’s face. “Pleasure me, holy sister, my lusts are consuming me. I need them relieved.”

“Yes,” purred Donna with a greedy hunger.

The MILF’s pussy clenched on Father Augustine’s cock as she pulled Samantha down. The younger woman’s eyes widened behind her glasses as Donna took her first lick of a woman’s cunt. She moaned, loving it, and licked again.

“Devour her,” growled Father Augustine. He fucked the MILF harder, his balls slapping into her flesh as he savored her hot depths. “And pleasure me. Make me cum. I will flood your whorish cunt.”

“Yes,” moaned Donna, her voice muffled by Samantha’s pussy.

Samantha was in heaven. Her round breasts jiggled before Father Augustine as she rode Donna’s mouth. The priest leaned over, sucking on Samantha’s small nipple. She squealed in delight and grasped his shoulders. Her grip was strong as she squeezed.

“Yes, yes. Eat my pussy, Donna. Satiate my sinful body. Mmm, yes. I love your tongue. You’re doing so good. I hope you love the taste of my pussy. I loved yours. It was delicious.”

Donna answered with a moan.

Father Augustine sucked hard on Samantha’s small nipple. Then he nipped her flesh. He kept fucking Donna, savoring her tight, wet sheath. It gripped his cock. His flesh ached in her depths. He drew back and thrust faster, pounding her, eager to explode into her hot depths and hear her scream out in bliss.

His balls boiled over. Her pussy clenched and relaxed on his flesh, massaging his cock. Every stroke through her silky flesh increased the pressure in his balls. He sucked harder on Samantha’s nipple as he neared his orgasm.

“Donna, yes, right there,” gasped Samantha. Her fingernails bit into the priest’s shoulders. “That’s what I need. Oh, yes, oh, wow. I’m going to cum so hard on you. Yes, yes, yes.”

The slut bucked and shuddered as her orgasm exploded through her body. Donna drank down the juices that flooded out of Samantha. Father Augustine released her nipple and watched his slut’s face contort with pleasure. Her glasses slipped off her nose, threatening to fall off as she threw back her head and screamed.

Donna’s pussy spasmed on the priest’s cock. The MILF’s orgasm rippled through her pussy. His dick ached in her depths. She wanted his cum, and the priest was more than happy to give it to the slut. He drew back and slammed into her depths, grunting as he exploded.

His cum pulsed from his dick. Every blast sent pleasure shuddering through him. The feminine voice that whispered in his soul cried out her bliss, experiencing it with him. He savored cumming in a married woman’s pussy.

I have stolen her from her husband. Father Augustine smiled as the thought sank through the fuzzy haze of bliss on his mind.

“Father,” Joy asked. “Where are we going in Chicago?”

Damien will try to kill Faust. He must be protected. “Faust Tower.”

“Yes, Father.”

Samantha sucked his cock into her mouth, cleaning him as he relaxed. He stroked the slut’s hair and closed his eyes. He had to prepare himself to kill Damien and Abigail. He had worked with them for a decade. They were the closest thing to a family the priest had.

But now they had to be destroyed.

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Abigail seethed as she was used by the humans. For hours they had fucked her. Their filthy seed dripped out of her ass and cunt. Their jizz painted her face and hair. More dripped from her body, slowly drying on her skin.

She couldn’t do anything but act like a dog for them. A bitch for the rich elite of Chicago to fuck for the amusement of her Sire. And Faust hadn’t even stayed around to watch all of her humiliation. He had left hours ago. That was part of the punishment.

Her Sire cared so little he couldn’t even be bothered to watch.

A doggy bowl swimming with cum was plopped before her. “A contribution from the staff,” laughed a woman with a shrill voice. “They were all so eager to see you fed, slut.”

A foot clad in stiletto heels shoved Abigail’s head into the swimming bowl of cum. There had to be dozens and dozens of men’s jizz to fill the bowl so deep. The cum filled her mouth as the sharp point of the heel pressed her face in deep.

If she were human, she would have drowned.

Anger burned through Abigail. She wanted to rip out the cunt’s throat that ground her face into the bowl of cum. But she had her orders from her Sire. She couldn’t harm anyone or even feed off of them. She had to obey.

She swallowed, drinking up the cum. The salty jizz flooded down her throat. Her pussy burned and she moaned into the jizz when a cock entered her, fucking her hard from behind. The humiliation only made her burn hotter.

I am a slut. Sire was right.

Why are you putting up with this? a familiar voice demanded from Abigail’s soul.

The world vanished as the voice yanked Abigail down into darkness. Chains clinked about Abigail, binding the vampiress to her Sire’s will. She hung in a void. Another Abigail floated before her, free and wild. Abigail envied the way Dream-Abigail looked. Her red hair was wild and fiery, her fangs sharp, her body strong, eager to hunt.

“Why are you letting these humans debase us?” Dream-Abigail demanded, seizing the real Abigail.
“Because these are Sire’s commands.”

Dream-Abigail seized the chains. She pulled at them, trying to undo them. But not even the wild and free Dream-Abigail had the strength. Abigail only smiled. Serving Faust was her purpose in life. He had created her.

“That motherfucker!” raged Dream-Abigail. “I’ll tear him apart for what he did.”

“Sire?” Abigail gasped in shock. “You can’t.”

Dream-Abigail embraced the real one. Their breasts pressed together. Heat burned in Abigail’s pussy. Dream-Abigail kissed her hard, thrusting her tongue into the real Abigail’s mouth. Abigail sighed into her doppelganger’s kiss.

I will break free, Dream-Abigail screamed in Abigail’s thoughts. Then we shall avenge our husband’s murder.

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Damien D’Angelo was surprised to be alive. The angel’s sword had rammed right through his guts. The light of her blade pulsed and flickered. It should be attacking him. Purity was anathema to a vampire, and nothing should have been more pure than heavenly light.

The angel’s golden eyes widened in shock as she stared at her blade rammed through his guts. It even went out his back. It hurt. A stabbing, agonizing pain that only made Damien’s cock harder. His blood scented the air, spilling about her blade.

“I don’t think you’re so pure anymore, angel,” Damien grinned as he pulled himself up the blade. It slid through his guts. Hot rapture shuddered through him. He seized her shoulders and took a second step. “Is it your lusts? Has your wet, hot, angelic cunt poisoned you with filthy desires? I can see it in your eyes and smell it from your cunt. You want to fuck me.”

“You are twisted, Damien,” she hissed.

Damien took the final step, groaning in ecstatic agony. His cock brushed her smooth pubic mound, throbbing as it slid up her flesh to rest against her stomach. Her breasts and hard nipples pressed against Damien’s chest. The vampire held the angel in his embrace. One of his hands slid down to squeeze her ass.

“That’s what makes you so wet, Angel,” he grinned, his fangs out. “I can hear your heart thudding with excitement. And I know you can smell that sweet cunt dripping juices down your thighs. You smell as delicious as your blood.” Damien leaned forward. She tried to pull back, but he held her tight.

His lips met hers.

The angel’s eyes closed. She moaned into the kiss. Her sword twisted through his guts. His dick throbbed even harder pressed against her flesh. Damien undulated his hips, ignoring the sword cutting more of his flesh, and allowed his cock to pop between her sleek thighs. He pressed his shaft against the hot, dripping flesh of her cunt.

Damien broke the kiss. Her lower limp trembled. One hand groped her ass, but the other moved up to caress her cheek. “What’s your name, Angel?”

“Why do you care?” she demanded, arching her neck, almost inviting Damien to drink from her blood. Her nipples were hard points in his flesh. She quivered.

“Because your gorgeous,” Damien grinned. “Because I want you to be mine, Angel. You’re corrupt and soiled like me. Embrace it. Feel my cock on your pussy. Imagine it in you.”

“Aurora,” she moaned as she shuddered. Her thighs shifted, sliding her hot pussy on his cock. “You think you can claim me?”

“I have.” Damien didn’t fake his confidence. “That’s why you’re grinding that hot snatch on my cock. You want this. You are tired of being good. That’s why you burst in here with your righteous anger. You’ve broken the rules. That’s what’s soiled you.”

“The rules allow evil to triumph,” she spat. “Evil like Faust.”

Damien snarled. The memory of the vampire soiling Damien’s wife over and over while he was bound helpless to the wall burst through him. “Faust will die. We’ll kill him. Me, you, and Abigail. Unless you want to keep thrusting your sword through me. I kinda like it.”

“You are disgusting,” Aurora hissed. Her sword vanished. She stared into his eyes as she tremble,d her body on the verge of lashing out. The angel seized his face and pulled him down to her lips. Her ash wings flared behind her as she thrust her tongue into his mouth. She undulated faster, grinding her hot flesh on his dick. Her juices coated him. Aurora broke the kiss, her lips so red. “And so am I. We’ll kill Faust.”

Damien pulled Aurora down to the floor as they kissed. He didn’t mount her. He wanted the angel’s complete submission. He stretched out on the hard floor. The beating of the dance music vibrated through the wood into his back. Below, the scent of a hundred or more humans seeking to rut filled his nose.

Aurora straddled him, her pussy grinding on his cock while her large tits thrust forward. Damien licked his lips. His fangs ached to sink into her neck. He wanted to taste angelic blood while he fucked her heavenly cunt.

“Fuck me, angel slut,” Damien growled. “Grab my cock and place it into that hot snatch. Sink down on my cock and ride me. Satiate your lusts.”

Aurora rose on her sleek thighs. She grasped his dick and guided it to her pussy. She moaned in delight as she rubbed it against her hot flesh. His enhanced senses felt every fold and silky crevasse of her pussy slide along his dick.

Then she sank down on it.

“Heavenly light, yes,” gasped Aurora. Her wings flapped hard as she slid her pussy up and down his cock. Her hot flesh gripped him tight. Her breasts jiggled as she shuddered. She thrust them forward, inviting him to seize them. “What a cock.”

Damien grasped her perfect tits. He squeezed her pillowy flesh in his hands. His fingers sank in tight. Her pussy clenched and she let out a shuddering moan. He moved his fingers to her nipples, pinching them, stretching them. Hurting her.

The angel slut loved it.

“Mmm, play with my tits,” she groaned as her hips writhed. “Show me how to be wicked. Damien, your cock is wonderful. Oh, Lord, that’s good.”

Damien smiled at her blasphemy. Her pussy rippled as she savored the words. Her golden eyes lit up. She licked her lips and leaned forward. Her silver hair fell about her face as she slid her pussy faster and faster up and down his cock.

“Worship my cock with your cunt, angel slut,” groaned Damien. “Let me feel that snatch cum on my cock. Lord, you have a great pussy.”

“Angelic?” she purred.

“Fuck, yes.”

Aurora leaned over farther, dangling her tits over his lips. He could reach up and bite them, drink her blood, but he wanted to drink from her neck. She rocked on him, her head tossing and her golden eyes fluttering. Her ivory neck beckoned.

“Lord, that’s good,” she moaned. “Lord, God, Lord, I love this cock. Oh, yes. Lord, I’m going to cum on this cock.”

“Keep blaspheming, slut.”

“Yes,” she purred. “Lord, I love your cock. It’s so big, Lord. It stretches my pussy. God, yes. I’m going to cum.”

“Do it,” panted Damien. Her pussy was so tight on his dick. She was heaven as she slid her wet cunt up and down his shaft. He shuddered beneath her, eager to spill his load into her hot flesh.

But he held off. He wanted to experience all her delights when he came.

“Yes, yes, Lord, yes,” the angel cried out. Her wings flapped hard, swirling wind around the studio. Her moans were so sweet. Her pussy so hot. She slammed down his cock. “Lord, I’m cumming!”

Her pussy spasmed about his dick. She moaned and gasped, falling forward onto his chest. Her pillowy tits rubbed against his hard muscles. Her nipples caressed him as she spasmed and writhed on his cock. Damien gripped her ass, sliding her cunt up and down his dick as her orgasm spilled through her body. Her pussy massaged his cock, eager for his cum.

“Yes, yes, Lord, yes,” she moaned, turning her head and presenting her neck. “Take me, Damien.

Damien didn’t hesitate. She had surrendered. She was his now. His angel slut.

Aurora’s cunt tightened hard on Damien’s cock when he sank his teeth into her neck. She let out a moan of pure, orgasmic delight. She spasmed harder on him as another climax rocked her body. Her wings flapped harder as her blood pumped into his mouth.

Damien’s dick erupted. Her blood was so sweet. So delicious. He had never tasted its like. As he drank, he knew he had corrupted something that had once been so pure. She was only slightly stained before Damien claimed her, but with every pump of her heart, she spilled more of her blood into his mouth and she became more and more soiled.

“Lord, yes,” she screamed as her pussy milked his cumming cock.

Aurora’s blood flowed through Damien. His jaw locked. He couldn’t let go. Every time he drank her blood, his cock erupted. She gave it to him. He drank her blood, imbibing it and growing stronger. His fingernails dug into the meat of her ass as he fucked her up and down his cock.

He kept cumming.

The blood and Damien’s orgasms carried him higher and higher. He trembled as the pleasure exploded from his loins. It washed through him with powerful bliss. The ecstasy lifted him up. The music thudding from below vanished. Aurora’s heaving body fled. Only her constricting pussy milking his cock and her sweet blood remained to his senses.

Damien saw beyond this moment. He connected with something vast and ancient. It was the last ties Aurora had to Heaven. She had been an agent of Heaven, blessed with foresight of events. Gifted to know how her actions might play out and affect her targets.

She had three targets: Faust, Abigail, and Damien.

Damien ignored Faust and himself, focusing on Abigail. She knelt in a room. Her body dripped with cum. She had been used, violated, forced to be a whimpering, simpering, defanged vampiress for the amusement of humans.

For a single, clarifying moment, Damien knew exactly where his wife was.

He crashed back into his orgasming body. He released Aurora’s neck, drinking down the last of her blood as the Angel bucked and heaved above him. She rose, her wings flapping hard as she reached the peak of her orgasm.

Aurora’s wings were crimson. Stained.

“Damien, what did you do to me?” moaned Aurora. She glanced at her wings, her eyes wide with shock and horror.

“Claimed your submission,” the vampire grinned. “And you are going to help me save Abigail.” Anger boiled through him. “Right the fuck now.”

Aurora’s pussy spasmed a final time on his cock. “Yes…Sir.” Her wings fluttered as she savored the word. “Let’s save your wife, Sir.”

To be continued…

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Rachel comes back to finish off the nights events

Characters

Emma- age 16
Height 5 foot 4
Hair colour blonde
Eye colour blue
Breast size 34B

Rachel- age 16
Height 5 foot 4
Hair colour blonde
Eye colour blue
Breast size 34B

Emma just stared at her sister. She turned to her wardrobe, opened one of the doors and looked in the mirror. She reached down to try and peel the tattoo off. She was lightly scratching but nothing was happening. “What is this?” Emma asked frustrated. “That is a tattoo.”

“Why isn’t it coming off?!”

Rachel held up the pen she had used to tattoo her sister. Emma looked up and saw what was in Rachel’s hand. A tattoo pen. The tattoo was real and was most definitely not coming off. “It’s ok Emma I plan to add some decoration to make your pussy look pretty.”

“What do you want now?”

“Well last night I said you’d eat me out. But because you were totally out of it I let you off. Mw I’ve come back to finish what I started.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” Emma asked years coming to her eyes.

“Because we shared a womb, we were meant to be together and because I’m the oldest that makes you my property.”

Emma just stared at her sister dumbfounded. She was literally lost for words. Her brain didn’t know what to do. “On the bed now, n your back” Emma didn’t move, she couldn’t move. Rachel saw her bitch wasn’t moving so she moved up behind her and gave her a slap on the arse. Emma gave a little yelp and then moved for the bed.

She lay down flat on the bed taking quick glances at her tattoo hoping the next time she looked away it would disappear but it didn’t. Rachel removed her dressing gown revealing she was still naked from the night before.

Rachel moved over to the bed and straddled Emma’s belly, “relax little sis, this was meant to be.” Slowly Rachel moved up Emma’s body and straddled her sisters face.

For a second Emma couldn’t breathe, all she could smell was her sisters essence that now covered her mouth and nose. “We’ll go on then” Emma heard Rachel say. Slowly she stuck out her tongue and lightly touched Rachel’s vagina. Rachel let out a slight moan above. Then Emma had a thought. What if she went quickly got her sister off and then she could be gone? Again she stuck out her tongue eliciting another moan from her sister. It tasted strange, a little salty, a little plain but something else shone through which she couldn’t place. Never mind. She felt a little braver now she had a plan in her head, she pushed her tongue up again and slipped it into her sisters virginity. Her sister gasped at this and said “good girl” Emma continued thrusting her tongue in and out of her sister in the hope it would be over soon.

Rachel felt her sisters tongue flick at her opening and moaned at the delicious feeling. Then she was surprised when her sister slipped her tongue into her virgin entrance. “Mmm” Rachel moaned. “Oh god yes!” Emma was a natural. Then she felt Emma’s tongue explore her clit “yes!” Rachel moaned. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Rachel gasped one more time as she gushed over her sisters face. “Oh my god Emma not only are you a good whore you’re a good pussy licker too.”

Emma felt Rachel lift herself off of her face and Emma gasped for as much as she could. Rachel was talking but Emma wasn’t listening. She saw Rachel come back over but this time she was facing away from Emma.

Rachel got up feeling like she’d been taken to heaven and back. Then she remembered what else she wanted to so from last night. She walked back over to her sister walking on just her toes as she could rub her thighs together doing this. She straddled Emma again this time facing away from her face. “Lck up” she said and then she lowered her arse hole onto Emma’s face.

Emma was surprised when her sisters bottom came down to meet her face and then she remembered what her sister had said last night. She wanted Emma to lic her arsehole. Nervously Emma reached up with her tongue and started circling her sisters anus trying to avoid the inside. “Ooh yes!” Rachel moaned. She rocked back slightly forcing Emma’s tongue inside her anus.

Rachel moaned again as Emma’s tongue slid into her arse. “Oh my god!” It felt so good. Her sister struggled beneath her licking all of her walls in the process. It felt so alien to have an object enter her anus instead of leaving it but at the same time it felt so good. At that moment she climaxed again and her anus gripped Emma’s tongue like a vice.

Emma felt her tongue slide into her sister. It tasted vile she struggled but that only made her lick everywhere inside her back door. It was a strange texture inside one she couldn’t describe and wouldn’t want to remember. She heard her sister give a longer louder moan and then felt the walls of her sisters anus clamp around her tongue. For a minute they stayed in that position as Rachel came down from her high.

“Good girl Emma. Now get dressed for school.”

They both stood, Rachel spanked Emma once and left. Emma looked in the mirror again. She felt used and dirty. She reached into her wardrobe. She pulled out a shirt. She looked for a pair of trousers but couldn’t find any so reached for a skirt. She then started searching for panties, a bra and some socks but to no avail. She looked in one of the draws and found a note. On it was written “whores don’t need underwear, love Rachel” reluctantly Emma put on her shirt and skirt. She stood up and then realised there was something wrong with her skirt. It was ay too short. It only just came past her arse by about 1/2 an inch. She sighed and walked down the stairs feeling the cold air against her vagina made her shiver and feeling it against her nipples made them stand up. They were clearly visible through her shirt. She’d just have to hope she could get through this day. Then there was her tattoo. What was she going to do about that? All these thoughts followed her to the kitchen table.

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Mark’s miraculous healing was caught by a news crew and broadcast to the World.

The Devil’s Pact
by mypenname3000
edited by Master Ken
Copyright 2013

Chapter Thirty-One: The False Miracle

Visit my blog at www.mypenname3000.com.

“What did you do to me?” I asked Theodora in confusion.

The nun was still straddling me, my cock still inside her pussy. When she mounted me, when I submitted to her, I had expected her to exorcise me and steal my powers. Instead, she gave me something else, some golden power. The power had sunk into the very fiber of my being, the very essence of my soul. I could see her aura, no longer the gold of a nun but the silver of a regular person. What was going on here? Mary was bound and gagged and I could see the confusion in her green eyes.

Theodora’s aura flashed to black as I asked my question. “I gave you my Gift,” she answered, and then her aura was bleeding back to silver. From my talks with Karen I learned a lot about how Thralls worked. If I gave someone a simple command their aura would return to silver eventually. How long it stayed black would depended on how much the command went against the person’s nature. Theodora’s aura returned to silver so quickly, she would have answered my question willingly. A person only stayed a Thrall if my commands rewrote their personality. Like the commands I give cops to view everything I do as being legal. Or those SWAT officers that raided my house, I realized.

I glanced at the last SWAT officer who was frowning in confusion. Theodora’s control over him was gone along with her powers. He glanced at me, recognized me. “Sir, do you need some help.”

“Free me,” I demanded. “And Theodora, go free Mary and then sit on the couch.”

“All right,” Theodora said and got off me as her aura went black.

The SWAT officer uncuffed me and helped me to my feet. Theodora bent down and ripped off the duct tape over Mary’s mouth. Mary winced, then moistened her lips. “I can’t do anything about the zip ties,” Theodora said in a panic as she realized she couldn’t fulfill my command.

“Fine, just sit on the couch.” I motioned to the SWAT officer who walked over to Mary, pulled out a knife and cut the plastic zip ties retraining her. She was staring at me in astonishment, rubbing her wrists, and then she flew across the room, hugging me fiercely.

“You were shot,” she cried, tears running down her face. “You were dying! How?”

“Lilith,” I answered, holding Mary to me. I buried my face in her auburn hair, inhaling the flowery scent of her shampoo.

I looked over at Theodora and anger filled me. She attacked me, killed Chasity and five of my bodyguards. A white-hot rage gripped me as I stared at the woman as she sat calmly on the couch. I looked at the SWAT officer. “Kill her,” I ordered the man.

He drew his 9 mm. The very same handgun Theodora threatened my Mary with just minutes ago, I thought with satisfaction. Theodora glanced at the gun. Instead of fear, her face became calm and she closed her eyes.

“No!” Mary shouted, pushing away from me. “Put the gun away!”

The SWAT officer froze as he struggled with conflicting commands. Mary slid between the man and Theodora, arms out-stretched. What was going on here? Did Theodora do something to Mary when she captured her? Place some sort of spell on my fiancee? These damn nuns were cunning, that was for sure. Theodora was staring at Mary with blossoming hope.

“What’s going on, Mary?” I demanded. “She killed Chasity.” Theodora flinched and tears started falling from her eyes. Why did that make her cry?

“She’s my mother, Mark.”

Mary’s words crashed into me. I stared at Theodora. They did look alike, the same heart-shaped faces, same cheekbones. I remembered discovering the golden thread that touched Mary’s aura. The same golden thread that touched Shannon and Missy’s auras. I must know someone who is a nun. Mary’s words echoed back in my head from last week when I discovered the thread.

“How?” I asked. “I thought your mom ran off with some musician?”

“He was a Warlock,” Mary answered. “He…he did some bad stuff to my mom. Karen rescued her and Mom thought her relationship with dad was destroyed so she became a nun.”

“You said you gave me your gift, Theodora? So, what, I’m a nun?”

“Yes,” she answered. “Well, I guess you’d be a monk, actually.”

“Mark, you changed when she said that word,” Mary said. “Look in a mirror. You look eighteen.” Mary rubbed a hand along my bare chest. I didn’t bother to put on a shirt when I came looking for Mary. “And your chest. Umm, you’re all muscley,” Mary purred. “And your aura, its bronze, now. Not red. Or even gold.”

“Bronze?” I asked. “Is that because I am a monk, Theodora?”

Theodora frowned. “I don’t know. The last monk died years ago. I honestly do not know much about them. And, please, call me Tiffany. I gave up my powers, I am no longer Sister Theodora Mariam.”

I looked down at my chest and noticed defined pecs and a six pack of abs. I felt different, too. Stronger. More alive. I found a bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like myself, sort of. I looked a little younger, a little more boyish, and the fat in my face was all gone. The fat was gone from my entire body and I had muscles. Not the bulging muscles of a weightlifter, but the toned muscles of a man in peak physical shape. I did a few poses, marveling at my physique.

“Umm, you look so hot,” Mary cooed. I glanced back to see her licking her lips.

I walked over to her and scooped her up in my arms. She was almost as light as a feather. She laughed, hooking one arm around my neck and I kissed her sweet lips. I carried her back to the living room and went to set her down but her arm tightened around my neck in protest.

“Why did you do this, Tiffany?” I asked, trying not to get distracted by Mary’s ticklish finger running across my chest.

She bit her lip. Mary did that same thing when she was thinking. “I want my husband back,” she confessed. “And I wanted to test you. Mary said you were a good person, deep inside. When you submitted, I made my choice. Maybe with my Gift, it will help temper you and bring out the better person inside you.”

“And would you have really shot your daughter?” I growled.

She shook her head. “No. I couldn’t do that. I would have ordered Dennis,” she glanced at the SWAT officer, “to restrain you and exorcise you. I just had to know what my daughter saw in you. Deep inside you’re a good man, try and remember that.”

Anger was still choking at me. “And what am I supposed to do with you. Am I just supposed to forget what you did to Chasity?”

“She’s my mother, Mark,” Mary whispered.

“And you hated her, Mary!”

“I didn’t know the truth,” Mary answered, tears brimming around her eyes. She wiggled in my arms and I sat her down. Mary walked over to the couch and sat down next to her mother, and hugging her tightly, whispered, “I love you, mom. I never really stopped loving you. I think that’s why I was so angry with you. Why it hurt so much when you…disappeared” Mary looked up at me. “Let’s go home, Mark.”

Mary’s eyes pleaded with me. “Fine,” I answered, flatly.

Mary hugged me and kissed me, her hands roaming my body. “Thank you, Mark. For coming for me.”

“Always,” I whispered and stroked her face. “I love you.”

“I am sorry,” Tiffany whispered, clutching her hands guiltily. “I thought I was doing the right thing when we attacked you.” She gave a bitter laugh. “It was all for the greater good.”

I ignored her and scooped up Mary in my arms again. She giggled happily as we walked out of the house. “A girl could get used to this,” she laughed. Tiffany trailed after us and I had to set Mary down when we reached the cars. The bodyguards all happily hugged Mary, all of their professionalism vanishing into relief that their Mistress was safe. Mary and I slid into the back of 51’s car. Tiffany slid into the front seat. Anger burned in 51’s eyes as she looked at Tiffany. I couldn’t blame her. I wanted to rip the blonde woman’s head off. Mary may have forgiven her mother, but how could I ever forget that Chasity is dead.

Mary snuggled up against me on the drive back and I stroked her auburn hair. “What did you have to give Lilith?” she asked.

“Karen,” I answered. “Until her child is born.”

“Of course,” Mary nodded in understanding. “Karen would have died with you.” Mary hands were rubbing softly along my muscled chest. “I’ve always had a weakness for a muscular chest,” Mary purred. My cock stirred in my pants.

“What were we doing when we were interrupted?” I asked Mary with a smile.

“This,” she said and pulled my lips down to hers and her kiss so was fierce and sweet. I pulled her up into my lap, running my hand around her body through her dirty sundress. I felt her breasts, fingering her hard nipples and swirling them beneath the fabric. Mary’s kiss grew more passionate as I played with her breasts.

“I need you, Mare,” I whispered, my cock achingly hard in my pants.

Mary purred, “I can feel just how much you need me.”

Mary reached under us and deftly unzipped my jeans and fished my cock out. Her fingers were hot on my hard cock and she gently guided me to her wet pussy. I groaned loudly as she sank down onto me. I was back inside my filly and I hugged her tightly to me. Her lips were hungry as she kissed me and her hips were pumping wildly on my cock.

“Mary!” Tiffany gasped in the front seat. “What are you doing!”

“Fucking my fiancee. We were trying to have make-up sex when everything happened.” Mary didn’t stop riding me as she glanced over her shoulder at her mother. “Mom, you’ll need to get used to this. We’re a very affectionate family, now.”

Tiffany blushed as prettily as Mary ever did. “What does that mean?”

“I’ve slept with dad. And with Missy and Shannon,” Mary answered as she continued sliding her wet cunt up and down on my cock. “And with Mark’s mother and sister.”

Tiffany gaped at her. “Jesus Christ, Mary.”

“If you want to be with Dad, there’s a few ground rules we need to cover,” Mary told her.

Tiffany sighed. “Of course. You two are Warlocks. Just…just let me be with Sean.”

“That’s between you and dad,” Mary answered. “First, incest is not wrong. Second, it’s okay to have a sex slave. Third, you need to let me perform the Zimmah Ritual on you and, finally, you have to let Mark and I protect you. You can ignore anything else I tell you to do.”

I watched Tiffany’s aura transform from silver to black. Mary nudged me, her hips stopped pumping. I sighed. “Fine. Tiffany, you can ignore my commands if you want.”

Mary smiled and started pumping on my cock again, to my relief, and I moaned as her pussy pleasured me. The disgust on Tiffany’s face vanished and a smile formed on her lips. “You’ve grown up into a very beautiful woman.”

“I can see why you became a nun,” Mary laughed. “You look as young as me. Shannon’s not going to be happy.”

Mary’s pussy was gripping my cock nice and tight as she rode me and I pushed down the straps of her sundress to expose her perky, freckled tits and sucked a nipple into my mouth. I circled the hard nub with my tongue as my hands kneaded Mary’s plump ass.

“Oh, fuck, I love your cock inside me, Mark!” Mary groaned. “Umm, my randy stallion!”

She was bouncing faster and faster on me and I could feel my balls tighten, threatening to fill her with my cum. I released her nipple. “Gonna cum, Mare!”

“Ohh, are you going to fill your naughty filly’s cunt with your cum?” Mary moaned. Her hips were pumping wildly on my cock. “Cum in me! Cum! Cum!”

Her chants grew louder and louder, urging me to flood her pussy. She slammed down hard on me, her cunt rippling on my cock as she came, milking my cum out of my balls. I felt it squirt into her, four powerful blasts that left me breathing hard. Mary rested atop me, her cunt gently squeezing my softening cock as she kissed me and hugged me tightly.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again,” Mary said, and there were tears shining in her eyes. “I don’t ever want to see you hurt and dying. You hear me, Mark Glassner?”

“I won’t, Mare,” I lied to her. I couldn’t control the future, and Mary knew that. So I lied and she pretended to believe me. I brushed the tear from her eye and kissed her softly on the lips.

Mary snuggled up to me. “Good.”

“I am starting to see what you like about him, Mary,” Tiffany smiled. “So, how are Shannon and Melissa?”

“We call her Missy,” Mary smiled. “And she’s grown into a beautiful and very annoying teenager. She has a boyfriend named Damien and they are so cute together.”

Tiffany blinked back tears. “When I last saw her, she was just learning to walk and called me ‘baba’. She couldn’t say mama, yet.” Tiffany sniffed. “And what about Shannon.”

“She’s engaged,” Mary answered. “George is alright.”

Tiffany swallowed. “And your Dad?”

“He’s good. He still has that ridiculous ponytail.” Mary paused. “We gave him a sex slave. You’ll like her. Although Dad likes her to dress up like a naughty schoolgirl. I think all those years of teaching High School girls may have corrupted him.”

“A sex slave? I guess I’ll have to get used to that.”

“Oh, she’ll be yours as well if you and Dad get back together,” Mary giggled, then her giggle turned into a frown. “Mark, I think we need to talk later.”

I opened my mouth to ask why, when my phone rang. I fished my phone out of my pocket. The caller ID said it was the house. “Hello.”

“Mi Rey,” purred Desiree. “Have you saved mi Reina, yet?”

“Yeah,” I said. “She’s sitting on my cock.”

“That’s so amazing!” Desiree cheered and in the background I could hear the excited shouts of all the sluts. “Mi Rey,” Desiree started saying then paused. I could hear the hesitation in her voice.

“What, Desiree?” I asked. Fear constricted my heart. Did Xiu die? Last I saw, she was on her way to the hospital with a bullet in her guts.

“Fiona’s back from watching Karen and that puta, Lilith, appeared and took Karen.”

“I know,” I answered, sadly. Lilith promised to return her, unharmed, when she had her child. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Okay, mi Rey,” Desiree answered in relief. “We all are eagerly awaiting your return.”

As we approached Mountain View Court, Shaw Road was lined with news van. The Puyallup Police had corralled the media around the sign the for neighborhood. Cameras flashed and the media pressed in on our cars as the cops pushed them back and let us through. The street looked different; most of the emergency vehicles were gone. The few neighbors we let stay in their houses were out, inspecting the damage and cleaning up the mess.

Everyone was waiting for us out front. All our sluts were there, save Karen and Xiu. My Mom and her girlfriend Betty, their sex slave Joy, and my little sister, Antsy, and her slave, Via. And Mary’s family: Sean and his slave, Felicity, Shannon and George and their slave, Starla, and Missy and Damien, and their slaves Dawn and Mrs. Corra. Tiffany’s breath caught in her voice as she saw her family.

“Wait in the car, mom,” Mary suggested. “Let me talk to them.”

I stepped out of the car and helped Mary out. The sluts all rushed to us, hugging us tightly and kissing us both. Antsy and my Mom came up, tears in my mom’s eyes, and I pulled them both to me and hugged them fiercely. I kissed Mom on the lips, then my baby sister.

“Umm, big bro, you’re ripped!” Antsy exclaimed. “What happened to you? Everyone said you were shot and got better. We spent the entire shootout hiding in the basement. We were all too scared to come out until after you left.”

“Was it a miracle?” my mom asked. “Everyone said a miracle happened.”

“Sure,” I muttered, glancing over to Mary, who was hugging her father and sisters.

“Dad, there’s something I need to tell you,” Mary said, biting her lip. “I…”

“Who is that in the car?” Sean asked, frowning.

“Theodora!” Antsy hissed, recognizing the former nun, and I caught her arm as she tried to run over there. “That fucking bitch!”

I pulled her back. Part of me wanted to let my baby sister claw her eyes out. “It’s okay,” I lied to my sister.

“That’s what I want to talk to you about, dad,” Mary continued.

Sean ignored his daughter, walking slowly to the car. Tiffany slipped out, looking like a scared deer in headlights. “Tiffany?” Sean asked, stunned.

Tiffany’s lip quivered. “It’s me, Sean. I…”

Sean fell to his knees before her. “I’m so sorry,” he sobbed, “for whatever I did to drive you away. Please, forgive me! I never meant to hurt you!”

Tiffany knelt down and cupped Sean’s face. “You didn’t do anything, Sean.”

“Then why, Tif?”

“Because Kurt Bronson made me.” Pain twisted on Tiffany’s face. “Kurt has powers, like Mark and…and Mary. He…”

Sean hugged her tightly. “Tell me this isn’t a dream?”

“I’m real, Sean.” She pushed away. “Can you forgive me? When I was freed from Kurt’s powers I was too scared to find you. I…I thought you would hate me. I…I didn’t have faith in your love.”

“That doesn’t matter,” Sean whispered. “Everyday I felt empty without you. Like the best part of me was missing.”

Tiffany was smiling and crying. Then she saw her daughters. Shannon and Missy were staring in disbelief. Anger started to twist Shannon’s face and Mary bent over and started whispering to her sister. Missy walked forward, almost in a daze, and knelt down next to her parents.

“Are you really my mommy?” Missy asked, in the littlest girl’s voice.

“Yes,” Tiffany said and pulled her youngest daughter into the embrace she shared with Sean. “My little Melissa’s grown up into a beautiful, young woman.”

Missy flushed. “No one calls me Melissa. It’s Missy.”

“Missy,” Tiffany smiled, stroking her youngest daughter’s face. “I like that.”

Shannon stalked up. “You’re back, huh.”

Tiffany stood up. “I’m sorry, Shannon. I…” Shannon slapped her mother and then stalked off.

Antsy broke from my grasp and walked over to Tiffany. “Bitch,” Antsy snapped. “What did I ever do to you! I was nice to you and you tried to destroy my life.”

Tiffany flinched from her words. “I…I was wrong. Please, Antsy, I am so sorry for deceiving you. I…” Antsy’s slap caught Tiffany unprepared and she staggered back.

Sean stepped up between the two women and glared at my little sister. “That’s my wife,” he growled at Antsy. Antsy sniffed and stormed off, dragging Via, her sex slave, behind her.

My mom walked up to Tiffany, who stared warily at her. “Hi, I’m Sandy,” she warmly greeted. “Mark’s my son, so I guess we’ll be family soon.”

“I guess so,” Tiffany answered and my mom hugged her and kissed her on the lips. Tiffany flushed. “I guess that’s how friendly the family is, now.”

Sean grabbed Tiffany’s shoulder. “Come on. I think we need to talk in private.”

Tiffany flushed. “I would like that, Sean.”

“Shannon will come around,” Sean told her, putting his arm around her shoulder. “She tried to take your place. She had to grow up too fast. I wasn’t much help, I’m afraid.”

I pulled Mary to me. “Let’s go inside.”

She gave one last look at her parents as they walked down the street, then nodded. She took a deep breath and asked, “Did Alice die?”

“She was alive last I heard,” I answered. “But she was in critical condition.” I swallowed. “Was that your mom’s doing?”

“Yeah,” Mary whispered, tearing up. “My mom went from being used by one side to being used by the other.” Mary frowned, biting her lip. “Mark, I think…I think we need to be more careful about our powers. About whom we use them on.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Mark, you’ve broken up people’s marriages and relationships. And who knows what other consequences have happened. You raped that girl, too.” I flinched at her words. Mary took a deep breath. “We could use our powers to help people. Make their lives better. Not destroy them.”

“So, no more fucking any woman I want?” I asked her, pointedly.

“Well, no,” Mary frowned. “Just, don’t ruin their lives. Don’t break up their relationships. Give them some happiness. And…And maybe we should release the sluts.”

“What?” I asked in surprise. “No, no. I love my sluts!”

“I love them, too, Mark. But, what if deep inside they’re unhappy. What if they’re like my mom. I say we give them a choice. Free them and let them choose to be with us.”

“I’m not sure we can free them from the spell,” I protested. “They may still be tied to us.”

Mary shrugged. “We can at least give them back their free will, like we did with our family.” Mary paused, then pointed out, “You say I’m all you really need.”

I sighed. “Fine, Mary. But we need the bodyguards.”

“For now,” Mary said with a nod. “Maybe we can find others who are willing.”

“Okay.” Then I grinned, “You do know if there are no sluts around, I’m making you do all the cooking and cleaning.”

Mary giggled. “You haven’t tried my cooking. You might regret those words.”

Inside the house, the sluts were busy sweeping up the broken glass, or wiping up the blood stain from Xiu’s wound. Sam was at the table, a pile of books spread out as she was busy translating the Magicks of the Witch of Endor.

“Sam, is there a way to break the Zimmah bond?” I asked her.

“I don’t know,” Sam answered, adjusting her silver glasses on her round face. “I haven’t found that spell in here, yet.”

“Find out,” I ordered.

Mary and I changed into some clean clothes and then gathered the sluts around the dining room table. I looked them all over; slutty Alison sitting on Desiree, her fiancee’s, lap, Lillian with her black hair highlighted with blue and purple streaks, cute and innocent Violet and April, dusky Thamina, caramel-skinned Jessica, cinnamon-skinned Willow, sandy-blonde Noel, doll-faced Korina, olive skinned Sam, and strawberry-blonde Fiona.

Only Xiu and Karen were missing. And Chasity. I closed my eyes, forcing back the tears. Mary may have been able to forgive her mother, but I’m not sure I will ever be able to. Chasity was such a wonderful, and dependable, woman. There was grief and worry on all of the sluts’ faces. They miss Chasity as much as I do.

“Master, Xiu is in surgery,” Willow, our doctor slut, reported. “The surgeon is very good. He seems to think she’ll survive. But…the bullet caught her in the uterus and they are performing a hysterectomy. 04 and 47 are in the ICU and have been upgraded to serious. Doctors do not expect 30 to survive. Alice is also still in critical condition and is in surgery.”

Mary looked over the sluts. “I have come to care for all of you very much,” Mary started, biting at her lip. “We forced you to be our slaves and…”

“We wanted to be your slaves,” Alison protested.

Violet nodded. “You and Master are so wonderful, how could we not want to be your slaves?”

“Yeah,” April nodded. She looked so cute and nerdy with her glasses on.

“Well, Mark and I want you to choose to be with us,” Mary continued.

“Oh, I choose, Mistress,” Thamina eagerly said. All the other girls also chimed in eagerly.

I swallowed. “Until tomorrow at noon, all of you can make your own decisions and will not have to do what Mary and I tell you. Tomorrow you will return to the house and we will let you choose to stay with us or we’ll let you go and live your lives.”

Mary repeated my words and the girls suddenly changed as they realized what had happened. Pain, anger, confusion clouded their faces. The girls begin to yell and shout and cry as Mary and I left the house. We gathered up the ten bodyguards and headed over to Good Sam Hospital. Xiu and the bodyguards that got shot were there, and they were all hurt because of us. The least we could do is be there for them.

My Mustang was ruined. A round came through the garage and punctured the engine block. Mary’s Eos had a shattered windshield and a shot-up fender. As we were getting into the back of 51’s cop car, Chief Hayworth walked up. He was a whip-thin, iron-hard man wearing a navy blue dress uniform. He was Chief of Police of Puyallup and shook my hand with a firm grip.

“What a mess,” he said sadly, shaking his head. “Officer Vinter was a fine cop.”

Yeah, Chasity was the best. “What have you told the media?”

“The truth,” he answered. “A group of disgruntled Pierce County SWAT officers attacked you and six officers lost their lives and many others were hurt. Sheriff Erkhart is being grilled by the media. It looks bad for him.”

“Can you have a few of your cops stick around to keep the media out of the street?” I asked.

“Sure, Mr. Glassner,” he nodded. “I hear you’re running for office. State rep, right?”

I looked around at the neighborhood, frowning. I was starting to agree with Mary’s plan to run for the Rep for the city of Puyallup. I could do a lot of good with my power, change things. Make them better. So things like this would not happen anymore. I could make sure that Chasity and the others did not die in vain.

“Yeah, can I count on your support?” I asked the Chief.

“Sure,” Chief Hayworth smiled.

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Vivian Anders – Spaneway, WA

I stared at the pregnancy test. Two pink lines.

“I’m pregnant,” I whispered to myself. I looked over at my girlfriend, Cynthia, who was staring expectantly at me. “I’m pregnant, Sin.”

When my period did not come on time I tried to tell myself I was just late. It happens to some women. Not to me though, at least, not since I was fourteen. But maybe I was just stressed or something. I had finally come out to my parents about being gay and moving in with my girlfriend, and things were stressed. I barely had time to think about the possibility of being pregnant as my Christian parents badgered me about sexual reorientation therapies. But, I was a week late now, and there was only one man who could be the father.

Mark Glassner.

I could remember that glorious day that Mark Glassner walked into the Starbucks. It was a Thursday morning and I was standing in line. Mark walked in, kicked out all the customers and fucked me and Cynthia and Mary. It was so hot. And I fell in love with Cynthia that day. Since then, Cynthia had quit her job, and we were supporting ourselves by streaming our lovemaking on nasty-girls-live.com.

“You’re pregnant?” Cynthia asked. The punk girl’s expression became so soft and loving. And then she gave an excited squeal. I had never seen her like this at all. “We’re having a baby!” She hugged me and kissed me. I would have to thank Mark when I saw him for giving me a family. I guess I would see him at his wedding. The invitations arrived late last week and Cynthia and I spent a fun day shopping for dresses.

“…at Mark Glassner’s residence.”

We broke our kiss, glancing at the TV. The news was on and they were talking about Mark Glassner. He was in the news a lot since that day. Cynthia and I had been following his exploits, wondering how he could do the things he did. He caused that Orgy at Best Buy the same day he fucked us at the Starbucks. And there were all those bank robberies. On the TV, there was a clip of men in black shooting automatic weapons. I frowned, what was going on?

“Violence erupted in this quite street in South Hill,” the female reporter said. The crawl at the bottom of the screen identified her as Debra Horne-Darnell of Q13 Fox News. “I’m standing here in the aftermath of a brutal attack by the disgraced Pierce County SWAT Officers on the home of Mark Glassner. Last week, it came out that this very same SWAT unit was embroiled in a sexual misconduct scandal centered around the Glassner residence. What you are about to watch is graphic,” Debra warned.

An image of Mark Glassner talking with a black-haired woman plays on the TV. I jumped as Mark takes an entire gun-full of bullets to the chest. “Oh no,” I gasped and Cynthia squeezed my hand reassuringly as I watched the father of my child dying on the TV.

“As Mark lay dying, the SWAT Officers attacked,” Debra reported. “My cameraman and I were on the scene prepping a story when we captured the firefight.” More clips of a shootout are shown. We would catch glimpses of Mark being worked on by two women, one in a slutty nurse’s outfit and the other in a slutty cop’s outfit during the firefight. In fact, the SWAT seemed to be fighting women dressed as slutty cops.

“How strange,” I whispered to Cynthia as I was riveted to the TV.

“What?” she asked.

“The cops are all dressed like slutty cops you’d see at Halloween.”

Cynthia gave a wicked laugh. “I bet that’s Mark’s doing.”

“The most amazing part came after the firefight ended,” Debra said. There was something in her voice, almost reverence. Awe, maybe?

The clip changed to a group of paramedics, three of them, working over Mark when suddenly a scarlet light engulfed the dying man. Everyone around him froze, the paramedics, the watching cops, everyone. Then Mark pulled off the oxygen mask, ripped out the IV and sat up. My heart hammered in amazement. What was going on?

“What the BLEEP!” a paramedic shouted, his expletive censored. My thoughts whirled in my head. That paramedic was right, what the bleep?

Mark started pulling off the bandages and in full HD you could clearly see perfectly unblemished skin beneath the bloody bandages. Mark gave a wordless, exhilarating scream, then shouted, “I am alive! Mary, I’m alive!”

“It’s a miracle,” the female paramedic gasped. “The wounds have healed. My God, they’re completely gone.”

A confused chatter broke out amongst the cops and firemen standing around. “How?” someone asked. “A miracle,” and, “Praise God,” could be heard.

“What are you?” a fireman asked, and the clip ended, cutting back to the studio with a picture-in-picture of Debra live on location.

“What do you think happened?” the anchor asked Debra.

“A miracle,” Debra said, her eyes shining with unprofessional fervor. “Mark Glassner is some sort of divine creature, a God, maybe. It explains everything about him. How he…”

Debra’s rant was cut off and the anchor apologized, “We’re having technical problems with the signal from Debra. A tragic day in South Hill, six cops dead and many more injured, from a shoot-out with…” I turned the TV off.

I rubbed my belly, my eyes wide in amazement as I glanced at Cynthia, her eyes just as wide. Mark Glassner was a God. He was shot and killed and came back to life. He was a God. That’s how he made an entire store, full of people, fuck each other. How could you refuse a God anything. I reached down, stroking my flat stomach.

A little god was growing inside me. Cynthia reached out and stroked my belly, tenderly. She was thinking the same thing I was. Mark Glassner had blessed my family and the entire world needed to know. I pulled out my phone and sent out a tweet, “#MarkGlassnerIsGod, and I am carrying his child!”

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Aurora Miller – Graham, WA

My phone vibrated. My sister sent me a tweet. Well, a re-tweet from someone named Vivian Anders. “#MarkGlassnerIsGod, and I am carrying his child!”

I frowned. I knew Mark. I could vividly remember that day three weeks ago when he walked into the Victoria’s Secret where I worked. He was accompanied by his girlfriend, Mary, and some pink-haired chick they called their ‘slut’. Before I knew what was happening, Heather, my co-worker, and I were sucking Mark’s cock while his girlfriend and slut modeled lingerie.

To this day, I do not know what came over me. Whatever Mark said, I would do. I sucked his cock, then I happily ate my first pussy, Heather’s, as she returned the favor. A sixty-nine I think it’s called. Mark wanted us to eat each other’s cunts, so we did. We would have done anything for him and his girlfriend. Afterward, Heather and I could not look each other in the eyes. We knew we weren’t ourselves that day, but neither of us could forget what Mark made us do to each other. Heather switched shifts so we wouldn’t work together anymore, that’s how awkward it had grown between us.

I searched on my phone about Mark being a god and found on youtube a thirty minute, unedited news clip dubbed, “The Miracle in South Hill.” The clip was uploaded by reporter-deb13. I watched in fascination as Mark got shot by a woman a bunch of times in the chest, the intense firefight that followed, and then the scarlet light and the miracle of Mark getting healed. At the end of the clip, the poster, Debra Horne-Darnell gave a breathless rant about how Mark Glassner was a God or some sort of divine being. Then the rest of the clip was her interviewing the cops, firemen and paramedics who witnessed the miracle. All of them agreed that Mark was shot five times and then, miraculously, was healed. All of them, these professional-looking men and women, were shaken. Some with disbelief, others with worshipful awe.

My eyes were wide in comprehension. I had been touched by a God, tasted his seed.

I was blessed.

I started typing a comment; the world had to know.

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Beth Philips – Sumner, WA

I sat on the couch, next to my husband, Eric, watching the “Miracle in South Hill,” youtube clip on my tablet, those annoying earbuds pinching my ears. I had to wear them so I wouldn’t disrupt my husband’s precious TV time.

It was him, I realized in astonishment as I watched the clip. The man who fucked me in the bathroom of the Larson Volkswagen Dealership three weeks ago. My husband, Eric, and I had been out shopping for a new car when this man walked up to me and told me to go to the bathroom and wait for him naked. Not understanding why I did it, I followed his orders. The man fucked me in that bathroom while my husband waited outside the door. Eric thought I had a stomach bug, but really I was having the best sex in my life.

I couldn’t stop thinking of the man, whom I later learned was Mark Glassner. Every time my husband’s small dick was in me, the few times he’s fucked me since that day, I thought of Mark’s big cock. How great it felt as it plowed into me. Eric hadn’t satisfied me with his cock, since. I even had to buy a dildo to pleasure myself with, pretending it was Mark fucking me again.

A few days ago, I found out I was pregnant. After Mark, I hadn’t slept with my husband for a week. The timing was right with my ovulation cycle for Mark to be the father. I didn’t know how to tell my husband I was having another man’s child. I didn’t know how to tell my husband that I didn’t want to be his wife anymore. There had been a rift growing between Eric and I that Mark split-wide open that day.

And now my entire world had changed. When I got home from work, I got on reddit like I always did, and this youtube clip was on with over 7000 up votes. So I clicked on the link and I could not tear my eyes away for the entire thirty minute clip. My mind was whirling, what had I just witnessed? A miracle? A God? I started scrolling through the comments. People were debating, some said it was a hoax, others a miracle, and a few claimed it was aliens. One comment jumped out at me, from aurora45: “I drank Mark’s seed. I am blessed by him. He is a God. My coworker and I pleasured each other for him. All it took was his word, and we were his slaves. He is a God!”

He is a God.

No wonder Eric’s cock couldn’t satisfy me. I had lain with a God. What mere mortal cock could ever satisfy me again?

A God planted a child inside me. My hand rubbed unconsciously at my stomach.

Another user, Anastasia Milburn, created a Google+ Community titled, “Women Who’ve Lain with Mark Glassner.”

I clicked on the link and read with fascination as Anastasia described meeting Mark while jogging and how he commanded her to jog naked with him. When they returned to her house, Mark fucked her in the kitchen as her husband showered upstairs. “Now Im Mark’s slut and my husband’s slut,” Anastasia typed. “And Ive never been more happy. I missed my period 2day. I may be carrying Mark’s child. My hubby is so happy 2 share me w/ a god.”

Anastasia also posted a video, clearly taken on a cell phone. “It’s over, Stan,” a woman shouted. The image showed a different angle from the youtube video. Police and ambulances started streaming in. “My god, I think Mark’s been shot,” the woman cried in alarm.

“It’ll be okay, Ana,” the man, presumably Stan, said.

The video played for a few more minutes with the occasional comment from Anastasia and her husband, Stan, as paramedics started working on Mark and then the crimson light and Mark was sitting up. “Ohmygod!” Anastasia gasped over and over. “Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod!”

“A miracle,” Stan whispered in awe.

And the video ended.

Other women were joining the circle, describing their encounters with Mark Glassner and his consort, the beautiful Mary. Lucy McKay wrote, “I worked at Best Buy and was there during the orgy. Mark Glassner fucked me from bhind as I eat out this Muslim’s cunt. No one nows how Mark made us all fukc each other. He must be angel or a God or somthing.”

My pussy began to itch in my pants. I had to get off. “I’m going to lie down,” I lied to Eric.

“Sure,” he said. One of those stupid singing-competition shows was on. Eric loved them. He would be watching TV until ten. Plenty of time for me to get off once or twice.

I took my tablet into the bedroom, shimmied out of my pants and panties. I ran a finger through the fine down of hair that grew between my legs, yellow as cornsilk and just as soft. I was growing damp, matting down the hair around my pussy. I pulled out the big, purple dildo from my panties drawer and got comfortable on the bed.

Yvonne Deponty wrote, “I work as night concierge at Four Seasons in Seattle. few weeks ago, Mark and 6 nekkid women piled out of limo in teh middle of night. Mark took one look at me and I was butter in his hands. He fuk my snatch hard in teh elevator ride up to room. Ive never been such a slut in my life and I luv it. :-)”

I pushed the dildo up inside me, groaning as the rubber cock filled up my cunt. I gripped it by the base and started to gently push it in and out of my wet cunt. A shiver of pleasure ran through me and I eagerly read the next account.

“Hi every1, I’m Macy,” Macy Gladwyn wrote, “and yd I was in court to divorce my loser husband when Mark walked in with 2 women and sat bside me. His women wore chokers that said they were his sluts. Alison, I think 1 was named, and the other was a beautiful mexican. I suked Mark’s cock and he fucked me up the ass in the courtroom!!! He told teh judge to let us fuck and the dried up ol hag just let us!!! I cum so hard!!”

I slid my dildo faster and harder inside me. My breath was quickening. I’ve never been fucked up the ass before. Eric always wanted to do it, but it always sounded so dirty. But reading Macy’s account left me wondering what it was like. Maybe I would shove my dildo up there and give myself a nice little cum. I wiggled my hips and let out a soft sigh and kept reading.

“Hey all,” Bonnie Slate wrote. “I’ve not fucked Mark. But I’ve ate out his fiancee, the very beautiful Mary Sullivan. Shes most heavenly woman I’ve ever met. She seduced me while I took her measurements for her weddign dress. My little pussy’s gettin wet just thinkin bout it. She came in yesterday with her bridesmaids and we had a wild time in my backroom. Mark must b quite a guy to please tha t woman! *-)”

I was really ramming the dildo in as I read Daffodil Ethan’s account. “Just graduated from Rogers, class of ’13 yay!!! 🙂 On last wk of school, Mark walked into our locker room and sent our gym teach packin. He ordered us gals to strip naked and we had a orgy in locker room. It was so wild. I gave Mark a titty fuck with my big ol cans and he gave me a nice cum bath.”

Daffodil upload a pic of her ‘big ol cans’. She was a lovely girl, brunette, with big tits topped with fat, pink nipples. I pictured those tits wrapped around Mark’s cock, and him spewing white cum all over those luscious melons. I licked my lips, pumping my dildo so fast in my pussy until I shuddered, my tablet sliding off my chest onto the bed next to me as a nice cum flowed through me.

I pulled out my dildo and licked my tart juices off. I fumbled for the KY jelly I kept in a drawer on my nightstand, Eric rarely gets me wet anymore, so I had to start buying lube. I got my dildo nice and slick, bent my legs, and searched for my asshole. I found it, rubbing my big old dildo on it and slowly started to push. My asshole resisted and resisted and I pushed harder and then the dildo slipped inside.

“Holy shit!” I gasped. I felt so full back there.

I grabbed the tablet and kept reading. There was a reply to Daffodil’s story from Addison Savidge. “Oh wow I was in tht gym class. That was wild. I ate out so many girls cunts. Super fun!! I’ve been dreaming about Mark coming back for my Junior year. He’s like one of those Greek gods, in myth, ya know, who cumes down and fuks us mortal chicks!! ”

I started sliding the dildo in and out of my ass. It felt surprisingly nice once I got used to it and I kept reading my tablet as I gently fucked my dildo in and out of my ass. I wished it was Mark’s cock reaming my ass. I bet that would feel even more amazing. That Macy girl was so lucky to experience Mark’s cock in her asshole.

“Me and mom jog /w Mark every morning! :-)!!!” a Cassie Blackwood wrote. “I luv being Mark’s slut /w my mom. We so close now. At home me and mom are sluts for daddy!! Im so glad I met Mark!! I’d tots worship him!”

Yes, yes! I would worship him, too! I would kneel before Mark and suck his cock and receive his blessing straight from the source. I was close to cumming, ramming the dildo harder and faster into my ass. “Oh, Mark!” I moaned softly. “Umm, let me be yours! Let me taste your godly cum!” My orgasm crashed through me, stars swimming in my eye and I could see Mark. He was watching me, I just knew it. Watching me cum for him.

Panting, I slowly pulled the dildo out of my ass. Glancing at my tablet, I saw there was a new post. “I’m out on street where Mark lives. hoping to get glimpse of him!” a Nina Royceston posted, along with a pic of her in front of a housing development called “Mountain View Estates.” She was a pretty teenage girl with black hair in a plaited braid and a smiling face. She wore a red sundress decorated with white flowers. The photo was captioned with, “This is the dress I wore when Mark fucked me in the movie theater.”

I found my pants and a pair of comfortable shoes, then I pulled on the most revealing blouse I had. No bra, I wanted my assets to be on display. I knew what I had to do. As I walked out into the living room I took one last look at my pathetic husband.

“I’m leaving,” I told him.

“Where you going, Beth?” he asked, eyes still focused on the TV.

“To be with my God.”

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Rose Cunningham – South Hill, WA

“Oh mom,” I moaned.

I was sitting on the couch in the living room letting my mom lez out on my pussy. She was really good at it. Her tongue was digging through my blonde-furred muff as I gripped her brown hair and ground my pussy into her gentle lips. My twin sister, Daisy, was kneeling behind Mom, a strap-on dildo, fiery red, plowing in and out of Mom’s cunt. I was licking my lips, watching Daisy’s melons bounce about as she gave it to mom, nice and good.

I loved lezzing out with my mom and my twin sister. And it was all thanks to Mark and Mary. That wild day when we were shopping at Lowes as a family and we ran into Mark and his girlfriend. It started out as a boring day being dragged along with my parents as they went on one of their home-improvement kicks, then turned exciting. With just a few words, our whole family was fucking Mark and Mary in the Garden Section of Lowes.

And my family has never been happier. We just love each other so much, we delight in expressing it. And my mom was really expressing how much she loved me with her delightful mouth on my pussy. Her tongue was probing my hole, wiggling around against my sensitive pussy walls. She wiggled her face from side to side, the tip of her nose bumping wickedly against my clit.

“Mom’s giving it to you great, huh, Rosie?” Daisy panted.

“Oh yes!” I moaned. “Mom’s making me feel amazing! I’m gonna cum real soon!”

“Lezzie slut!” Daisy taunted with a smile.

“You’d know all ’bout that, Daisy,” I retorted.

The door opened and Dad walked in. “You got to see this,” dad said. I was a little miffed, his three women were in a delightful lezzie orgy and he was ignoring us, turning on the TV to Fox News.

I rolled my eyes. Dad was such a news junkie and he watched boring old Fox News all the time. I wish he wouldn’t, all it did was get him worked up about Obamacare and how Obama was a secret socialist trying to deliberately ruin the country. The worst part was, mom stopped eating my pussy to look at the TV. I groaned in frustration, I was so darn close to cumming.

“…calling it the Miracle in South Hill,” the news anchor reported. “A man that reports name as Mark Glassner, was shot multiple times in a shoot-out between police and heavily armed men.” My heart clutched in fear. Who would want to shoot Mark. He made our family so happy. “While paramedics were working on him, this footage was caught by the local Fox Affiliate in Seattle.” There was a man, Mark, I guess, lying on the ground being worked on by three paramedics and then a scarlet light flashed and he was sitting up. “He was shot five times,” a white-faced paramedic said on-screen. “And then…he was fine. Not a wound on him. It was…a miracle. The man is something special, something holy.”

The man is something special, something holy. The words echoed in my head. I saw my twin’s blue eyes widening in realization. Of course he was special and holy. “He taught us to love each other,” I whispered.

“He did, Rosie,” my mom whispered, her eyes shining with wonder, then she bent down and started loving my cunt some more and I was soon cumming on her lips and praising Mark for giving me my new, loving family.

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Rachel Hirsch-Goldstein-Blum – Butler, Pennsylvania

I was cuddling with Jacob on the couch of our apartment. Everything was in boxes. We spent the first day back from our honeymoon packing up the house. Escrow would close on our new house in a few days and then we could move in. We were taking a break from the packing to make a little love. Jacob’s cheeks were all stubbly with his five o’clock shadow and I loved the rough feel of his whiskers on my skin.

He slipped his hand up my blouse, finding my breast, when the front door opened and Leah walked in. I smiled happily at seeing her. Leah was our wife, and our lovemaking break would be even more fun with her. I met her on my honeymoon when Mark and Mary invited me to have fun with them over the weekend. My poor husband had to spend most of our honeymoon alone while I was out having so much fun. Leah was Mark and Mary’s chauffeur and, to my surprise, I fell in love with the vivacious blonde. But I also loved my husband, so I brought her with me when I returned to Jacob.

Jacob and Leah seemed to be hitting it off and we were one happily married threesome. Technically, only Jacob and I were married, but maybe one day we could all be married. Jacob found an interview Mary gave where she talked about how wrong it was for the government to oppose bigamy. Mary said in the interview that people should be free to marry whomever they want, even multiple whomevers. If anyone could change things, it would be Mark and Mary.

Jacob, being the great guy he was, stood up and took the box from Leah’s hands and gave her a quick kiss on the mouth. “You need to see the news,” Leah squealed. “People are saying Mark died and came back to life.”

“What, like Jesus?” I asked. That’s what Christians always said, we Jews killed him and then he came back to life.

“Yes!” she squealed. “It’s all over the news and youtube. He was shot and then magically he was healed. They’re calling it a miracle. People are calling him a God. There’s a whole bunch of women posting about their experiences with Mark and some are gathering in front of his house.”

A God. That was impossible. But, there was something…different about Mark and Mary. No one could do what they did. People just obey them. I glanced at Jacob and saw the wonder in his eyes. He was realizing the same thing.

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Dr. Molly Klerk – Good Samaritan Hospital, Puyallup, WA

I walked past the sluttily dressed cops guarding Xiu Liu’s hospital room, glancing through the window at her. She was in ICU, recovering from surgery. She took a bullet in the stomach, but her chances of survival were good. The bullet passed through a wall before striking her in the lower abdomen and lodging in her uterus. Unfortunately, her uterus was too damaged to save and was removed by the surgeon.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw Mark Glassner and Mary Sullivan sitting next to the patient. And my pussy started drenching my panties. I rubbed my thighs, trying to relieve the sudden ache in my clitoris. A little more than two weeks ago Mark was in the ER because of a head wound. He had a light concussion and, in the middle of the exam, I found myself sucking his cock. I had no idea what possessed me to do it. And then, while examining some scrapes on Mary’s arm, I found myself eating out her pussy.

The whole hospital was buzzing about Mark’s miraculous recovery this afternoon. Paramedics I’ve known for years, dependable men and women, swore Mark was bleeding out from multiple gunshots in the torso when there was this scarlet light. When the light faded, Mark was perfectly fine. I’ve even seen the footage on the news. It was unbelievable.

“He’s a god,” Ryan, one of the paramedics, whispered to me. He was a solid man, with years of witnessing the worst that could happen to a person without getting fazed. Today he was white-faced and had an awed, almost reverent tone to his words. “Or something not of this world. The police all talk about him like he’s the greatest man in the world. It’s like they’re under his spell or something.”

A spell. Was that what happened to me? Were Mark and Mary the divine given flesh?

I opened the door, I needed to check on Xiu’s vitals.

“Dr. Klerk?” Mary asked with frown. “Right, that’s your name.”

My heart hammered, she was as beautiful as I remembered. The most beautiful creature in the world. And then I saw Mark and gasped. He had transformed. He was younger, and thirty pounds lighter since I last saw him. His shirt was tight on him, and I could see the outline of muscles. He was a flabby guy two weeks ago. This is impossible.

I was in the presence of Gods.

I fell to my knees. That’s what you do when you’re before a God, right? I vaguely remember that from Sunday school as a child. Mark was standing over me, and I started to tremble. “Let me worship You,” I found myself saying.

He knelt down, cupping my head and turned my face up to look at Him. His eyes were so blue. “Worship me, huh.” His voice was so deep and commanding, I could feel it reaching into my soul. “Sure, you can worship me.”

He stood up, and I knew what to do. I pulled the zipper of His pants down and fished out His cock. It was hard and throbbing in my hand. I started sucking, swirling my tongue around His cock as I bobbed my head. I could taste His salty pre-cum. His hands gripped my head and He started slowly thrusting His cock into my lips.

In and out slid His cock as I sucked hard, wanting to give Him the best pleasure I could. His cock was brushing the back of my throat and I was pleased to hear His moans. Then His cock was pushing at my throat, His hands pulling me towards his groin. I almost struggled, but then I remembered myself. It wasn’t my place to resist a God. I relaxed my throat and His cock was sliding into my throat, my lips brushing against His brown, wiry pubic hairs.

He pulled out and then pushed down my throat. Over and over He thrust into me. “Fuck, she’s got a great mouth,” my God moaned.

My Goddess gave a throaty laugh. “Umm, I remember her licking my pussy. Hurry up and cum, Mark. I want to feel her lips on me. To, um, how did she phrase it? To worship my horny cunt!”

My pussy was soaking my panties with the anticipation of worshiping my Goddess. “She’s doing a great job ‘worshiping’ my cock, Mare!” He pulled His cock back until only the tip remained in my mouth. “Here it comes, slut!” my God moaned, and then His holy cum was shooting into my mouth. Delicious and salty, and so much I was having trouble swallowing it all, and some was running sticky down my face.

My God pulled His cock out and I licked my lips. I glanced at My Goddess, Her legs were spread and I could see Her juicy pussy between Her legs. She smiled wickedly as I crawled across the floor, the linoleum hard on my knees. I would probably get a run in my pantyhose, but I didn’t care. I could smell Her arousal, sweet and spicy, as I neared. An intoxicating bouquet. Her thigh was silk on my cheeks as I brought my eager mouth closer and closer to Her pussy. She tasted divine and I delighted in the mewl of pleasure that escaped Her lips.

I felt my God’s hands caressing my ass. He lifted up my white, doctor’s coat, exposing the conservative, purple skirt I wore. He pulled that up as well, His hands rubbing across my panty-clad butt. There was a ripping sound, my pantyhose I realized, and then I felt the gusset of my panties being pushed to the side, exposing the shaved lips of my wet pussy.

I came when my God entered me, my body shuddered and my pussy spasmed about His cock. I moaned my passion into my Goddess’s wonderful pussy. My cunt felt so full of His cock. So wonderfully full. He started slowly pumping in and out of me, pleasure tingling in and out of my body. My Goddess’s hands were in my bleached-blonde tresses, pulling me into Her sopping pussy. My tongue slid through Her slit, lapping at Her hard clit and savoring Her delicious flavor.

“Ohh, you’re making my pussy feel so great, Doc,” my Goddess purred. I sucked Her clit into my mouth and She gasped. “Fuck, she’s good, Mark.”

Every stroke of my God’s cock in my cunt was bringing me closer and closer to another orgasm. Every thrust shoved my face into Her pussy. My lips and cheeks were smeared with Her savory juices. I was so happy that my body was worthy enough to satisfy these Divine creatures. A furnace was growing inside me and then Her hand tightened in my hair as Her orgasm quivered through Her body, flooding my lips with Her ambrosia.

“Oh fuck!” my Goddess moaned. “Umm, fuck, she’s making me cum!”

“Good slut,” my God growled. “Your cunt is nice and tight, uumm, I’m gonna flood it with some cum.”

“Please, please,” I moaned. “Please flood my unworthy pussy!”

I came as I felt His first blast of cum flooding my pussy. I spasmed, my vision darkening, as the most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt rolled through me. I was breathing heavily as my orgasm faded and realized I was lying on the floor, the cold linoleum pressing against my cheek. I struggled to my feet, my panties trapping His seed inside me.

Remembering why I came in, I picked up Xiu’s charts and started checking her vitals out. “How is she?”

I jumped, My God had spoken to me. Staring down at the floor, I answered, “She is doing well, um…” How did you address a God? I settled for, “Sir,” fearing that would not be good enough. “She is not out of danger, but she should recover.”

“Good,” He sighed.

“I…um…if you would excuse me,” I stammered. My face was flushing in embarrassment. They did not teach you how to address a living God in medical school.

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Lucifer – The Abyss

I floated in the Shadows, shining as bright as the sun watching the vermin scurry about. Humans. The very word left a bitter taste on my lips. Those disgusting, vile things that infested the earth. To think the Creator would have had me bow down before such weak and selfish beings. As if I, the Son of the Morning, who once led the Hosts of Heavens, would kneel before some worm that crawled in the filth.

Alas, only a third of the Host shared my opinion and I was struck down by my brother, Michael, and cast out of Heaven for my rebellion. So, I turned my attention to those first humans: Adam and Eve. They were so easy to corrupt. The woman was so trusting. She was long accustomed to conversing with my brethren in the Garden and gladly ate from the Tree of Knowledge when I suggested it to her. When Adam found his wife and she showed him the fruit, he knew exactly what that fruit represented, and the lust for Power blossomed in his soul, and man sinned for the first time. My amusement as they were cast out of the Garden was only temporary, however, as more and more disgusting humans were born.

So, I committed more mischief. Set the humans to worshiping false idols, lying with their women and producing the Nephilim, the great, giant men. I urged the humans to greater and greater wickedness. But, my mischief was only tolerated for some time before I was chained in the Abyss.

Long had I plotted, long had I manipulated the destiny of man. Long had I awaited a pawn to shatter the chains of the Abyss. And today, all those schemes had finally began to bear fruit. I peered into the Mortal World, at the entrance to a street where the foolish sheep were gathering, bleating their praise for Mark Glassner.

All of my enemies played right into my hands. My brother Gabriel missed the subtle manipulations to the future I made, allowing me to guide him into making one, fateful mistake. To attempt to kill Mark Glassner in the most spectacular way possible. Thanks to my interference, all the myriad ways that Gabriel could have defeated Mark seemed too risky, leaving today’s attempt as the only viable plan. And Gabriel took the bait, the fool.

Now, two of his Priestesses were dead and the third passed her gift to my Pawn, Mark Glassner. The stupid woman was tempted by love. I once told Lilith all the things men would do for love, and Tiffany did not disappoint me. She betrayed her side just to spend the brief moments of her life with her “true love.”

I smiled in pleasure, thinking of Lilith. Another enemy that was playing her part exquisitely.

Lilith put on airs that she was better than the humans, but she was once one of those rutting beasts, and was just as easy to manipulate. I gave Lilith the tiniest bit of freedom and she acted so predictably. I knew her scheming, lust-filled soul so well, I could easily anticipate what she would do. As I told her, everything she does serves my ends. Oh, she doesn’t believe that. Lilith foolishly thinks she is the master of her own fate, but she will learn that I have always been her master.

Today, she healed Mark Glassner for me. Oh, sure, she thought her actions served her selfish interests. And thanks to the human’s technology, the entire world is witnessing the “Miracle,” and the foolish sheep are deluding themselves into believing that Mark is special, is divine.

Is a God.

The blind sheep will worship Mark. They will love him. He will be their false savior, leading mankind astray. And as more and more of those foolish sheep bleat his praise, the chains of the Abyss will weaken. But, first, a savior needs to rescue his people from danger. And that will be you, my sweet, stupid Lilith. Soon your vessel will be born, and you will escape the Abyss. You will carve out your own kingdom to rule. Your lust for power, your hatred of men, will lead you to contend with Mark. You will not be able to stop yourself. And the sheep will thank him when he rides in on his white horse and frees them from your tyranny.

I had won. I just had to wait for the dominoes to topple and fall.

To be continued…

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To star in the school play, Xotchitl will have to fuck her futa-sister. Can she do it?

Futa Naked In School – Futa’s Taboo Naked Performance

Chapter Two: Juliet’s Naughty Futa Practice

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Xochitl Estevez’s Week, Monday

A nervous trepidation rippled through me as I approached my house. I could see my futa-sister’s car was in the driveway. She was already home. I swallowed, not wanting to see her. I was just glad I was clothed now.

This week, I was chosen for the Program.

I was thrilled when my name was called. I was eager to have fun going to classes naked for a week. I had as much sex as I could at my college. I used all opportunities to ask for relief—a ten minute period at the start of all my classes were I could masturbate or ask for a volunteer to get me off—and had so much sex. I wanted to fuck all the futas I could.

All the futas but one.

Isidora.

My futa-sister was the last dickgirl in the world I wanted to fuck. I didn’t want her girl-cock anywhere near me. She was such a bitch. Though she was older than me, she was always copying my style, dressing in tight jeans and belly shirts to show off her body. She used it to fuck every girl she could. She was always bringing home a different one.

There was nothing more annoying than hearing the gasp and moans of your futa-sister getting lucky in the next room while you were trying to do your homework.

She ruined everything. Everything!

Even going naked at my college was spoiled because of her and my part in the school play. I was going to be Juliet. I would be naked and performing my heart out. I was especially looking forward to the love-making scene with Romea. I wanted the entire audience to watch me tremble and gasp and moan. My co-star, a cute freshman named Letizia, would have made me cum so hard on her futa-cock. I would have screamed my head off.

“Why did you have to go and break your leg?” I muttered in Spanish as I stalked up to the front door. Why did my futa-sister have to be Letizia’s understudy?

I reached the front door. I could hear talking inside. Had Isidora brought home one of the girls at school. I’d seen her getting her futa-dick wet a few times today, fucking girls in the hallway without any sort of shame.

I wrenched open the door and entered the house, slamming it shut behind me.

“Xochitl,” my mother said in Spanish, shaking her head. “How many times have I told you not to slam the door? You’ll break something.”

My cheeks warmed. I shuddered and started playing with my black hair, streaked with purple highlights. “Sorry, Mom,” I muttered. “I forgot.”

My mom sat on the couch in our living room. It was covered in a plastic sheet to protect it. She could be a little anal about stains after Isidora screwed the mail lady on the couch a year ago. Just fucked her hard and sent her on her way to deliver mail with a pussy full of cum.

And left a big wet spot on the couch.

The plastic shifted as she looked at me. She patted the seat beside her. My futa-sister was sitting on the recliner playing on her phone. I groaned at the sight of Isidora being naked. She must have stripped nude the moment she walked into the heated house and left behind the cold, January air. Her small breasts rose and fell while her futa-cock spilled half-hard over her right thigh. She smiled and texted something.

“Arranging a date for tonight?” I demanded as I marched towards the couch.

“You know I don’t date,” said Isidora.

“That’s right,” Mom said. “Your futa-sister is having fun. I hear you’ve been having fun, too.”

“She fucked a few futas during the day,” Isidora said without looking up.

My cheeks warmed as Mom clapped her hands in delight. “That’s wonderful. I’m so glad you both were chosen for the Program. How many futas did you make love to?”

“Mom,” I groaned as I stumbled towards the empty spot on the couch beside her.

“Ten?” asked Isidora.

“Ooh, ten, really?” Mom asked. She sounded so impressed. “That’s wonderful. I’m so proud of you for accepting your sexuality. And were there any girls?”

“No,” I muttered. I sat down beside her, the plastic crinkling beneath me. “I’m only into futas, Mom.”

“Right, right,” Mom said. “So am I. Nothing wrong with that. Not every girl can be bi.”

“Some are even lesbians,” said Isidora. “Watch out. I bet Adile is on the prowl for you. She likes to eat out every girl in the Program she can.”

“Not if the girl’s pussy is full of cum,” I said then blushed.

“Well, if you fucked ten futas at school, I bet that must be the case.” Mom glanced at me. “Are you soaking the panties you’re wearing with staining cum?”

“I douched myself before putting them on,” I muttered, my ears burning now. “Do we have to talk about this.”

“About your school day?” Mom patted my thigh. “Honey, I love hearing about your day. I wish the Program existed when I was your age. Why, I didn’t lose my virginity until my senior year, can you believe that. And here you are, nineteen and already fucking so many guys.”

Not all adults were as accepting of the new order to the world. But my mom was. Her salon was offering all sorts of services to girls who wanted to take advantage of the laws and go topless or naked. A wide variety of nipple piercings and even hooks that would just hang from your hard nubs. They offered advanced trimming of pubic hair into wild shapes or dyed them into colorful hues. Labial piercings, bellybutton charms, and more.

“So, who was the best fuck?” Mom asked.

I shrugged. “There were some good ones. I had a lot of fun.”

“I bet you did.” Mom beamed at me. “Ooh, you’re growing up so fast, Xochitl.”

“I’m nineteen,” I muttered. “An adult, Mom. Sex is no big deal these days. It’s just fun. You don’t have to get worked out over it.”

“Sorry,” Mom said. “Well, that means you’re going to be naked for the opening of your play. I guess the sex scene will happen even faster. I was going to tape it and show it to all my friends. Let them see what a modern, young woman I had for a daughter.”

“I might not be doing the play.”

“What?” Mom gave me this look. Then she put her arm around my shoulder. “Why would you say that? You can’t quit. You’ve been so excited about it. You’ve been talking everyone we know into going so they can watch you get plowed by that cute co-star. What’s her name?”

“Letizia,” said Isidora. “And she’s not in the play any longer. She broke her leg at school.”

“Oh, well, that means you’re Romea now, aren’t you?” Mom said, beaming at my futa-sister.

“Yep,” I said. “That’s the problem.”

“What is?” Mom glanced at me. She blinked her large eyes. “You don’t want to act with your futa-sister.”

I stared at her in shock. “You know what that means, right? We’ll be having sex.”

“And?” Mom smiled at me. “I had hoped you two would get closer when the incest laws were repealed. It might calm down some of the fighting. And I do love hearing the sounds of passion echoing through the house.”

I stared at my mom like she was from another planet.

“Well, you and your futa-sister could try to get along,” Mom said. “Honestly, Xochitl. You claim your not a child.”

“On my eighteenth birthday, when I was about to blow out the candles, you could hear her fucking my friend in my bed!” I hissed.

“Your friend was having a delightful time with your futa-sister,” Mom countered with a pleasant smile on her lips.

I let out a frustrated shriek. “You just don’t get it! I hate her! She copies me! She fucks my friends!”

“You could fuck her friends,” Mom suggested. She gave me another bright smile.

I shrieked again.

“Now, really, Xochitl.” She shook her head. “So you’re going to drop out of playing Juliet, something that you’ve been excited about for weeks because you have to have sex with your futa-sister while acting.” Mom shook her head. “When you watch those shows with all the sex in them, do you think the actors always want to have sex with each other? They’re acting. It’s not real.”

“This is so unfair,” I muttered. “I can’t believe this. If that dumb Letizia didn’t have to jump off the bleachers showing off how big her dick is, I wouldn’t be in this spot.”

“So you’re going to give it up?” asked Mom. “You’re going to let that nice Meaghan take your place. Will she be as good a Juliet as you will be.”

“Of course not.” I lifted my chin. “Ms. Tyrell chose me for the role after the auditions. I smoked her skinny ass.”

“She’s got a nice ass,” Isidora said, still playing on her phone, her cock harder now. It was twitching with her heartbeat, throbbing, pulsing, beading with precum.

I hated that naughty itch in my depths. So I glared at my futa-sister.

“I think I know what to do,” Mom said as she stood up.

I looked at her, this hope rippling through me. “You’re going to talk to Ms. Tyrell and have her recast someone else to play Romea?”

Isidora lowered her phone, her brow furrowing. Her small breasts rose as she drew in a deep breath. She had the same golden-brown hue to her skin as Mom and me. She didn’t like that at all. I wasn’t surprised she wanted to fuck me.

Probably why she always dressed like me.

“No, no,” Mom said as she began unbuttoning the front of her blouse. “I’m going to show you just how wonderful of a lover your futa-sister is.”

My jaw dropped. “You’ve had sex with Isidora? She’s your futa-daughter!”

“And?” Mom asked. “It’s not illegal any longer. We could have sex whenever we want, and no one, not even your futa-mother, could stop us.”

“But… but…”

“And, no, we haven’t made love before.” Mom smiled at Isidora. “Though it has crossed my mind a few times. You are quite the randy futa. My beautiful futa has such a big rope. I’ve seen the satisfied smiles on the girls after they leave your room.”

Isidora had her own satisfied smile on as she set her phone on the coffee table. Then her eyes focused on our mother working open her blouse. I just sat there shaking my head in stunned disbelief. This could not be happening. My mother could not be about to have sex with my futa-sister. I didn’t have a problem with incest normally, but…

“You’ll see how good of a lover your futa-sister is, and I’m sure that will help relax you,” Mom said.

“You can’t do this in front of me!” I objected. “It’s lewd!”

“Xochitl!” Mom said, sounding firm. “The point of the Program and the new laws is to free people from such thoughts. Nothing is lewd. Sex between consenting people is beautiful.”

“Yeah,” Isidora said, a big grin on her lips, her dark eyes hunger. Her nipples thrust brown and hard before her. “Besides, you fucked our drama professor before me.”

My cheeks burned. “Ms. Tyrell was just calming me down.”

“And that’s what I’m doing,” Mom said as she reached behind her and unfastened the bronze bra she wore. “Calming you down.”

My mouth went dry as Mom’s large, lush breasts came into view. They were soft and had a pillowy jiggle to them. My cheeks burned as they swayed back and forth. I couldn’t believe this was happening, and yet…

There were Mom’s tits. They were so from and plump. Her nipples were as big as Isidora while her breasts were actually even larger than mine. They were impressive tits. I had a lush pair of D’s, and Mom… Damn. I squirmed at them, staring at those hard nubs. I used to suckle from them. This strange tingle rippled through me.

“Damn, Mom,” groaned Isidora. She had a hungry look in her eyes. She rose to her feet, her hard cock thrusting out before her. “You’re gorgeous.”

Mom’s cheeks blushed dark. She let out a girlish giggle. “You’re not just saying it?”

My futa-sister, her cock throbbing hard before her, shook her head. Her tits and dick both swayed as she reached out and cupped our mother’s breasts. I swallowed. I wanted to flee. I didn’t need to see this, but I was rooted to the spot by this taboo energy rippling through the air.

They were going to have sex before me. They were going to commit incest. My mother’s wedding ring flashed on her hand as she reached out to cup my futa-sister’s small breasts. They were kneading each other’s tits, fingers digging into forbidden flesh.

Isidora’s head drifted in. Her mouth nuzzled into our mother’s plump lips. They kissed, Mom’s eyes closing. She tilted her head to the side, whimpering and shuddering. Her fingers dug into my futa-sister’s tits.

My pussy soaked my panties.

My hands rubbed on my jeans as they came closer together, my futa-sister’s cock rubbing into our mother’s stomach. It slid up Mom’s flat belly. Their tongues danced together, both groaning and whimpering as they shared their taboo passion.

This was really happening.

“Oh, my,” Mom panted when they broke the kiss. She fanned her face, her eyes wide. “You’re really good.”

“So are you.” Isidora squeezed Mom’s tits. “Maybe I inherited that from you.”

Mom shuddered then she gasped as Isidora leaned over and sucked our mother’s fat nipple into her mouth. My futa-sister’s lips locked around the nub. She suckled. My thighs squeezed together, my clit aching. My heart pumped passion through my veins.

I wanted to look away, but… but…

I couldn’t.

I groaned while Mom whimpered. Her dark hair swayed about her shoulders as she trembled. Isidora suckled with hunger, nibbling and playing with Mom’s hard nipple. I swallowed, my entire body trembling as my pussy grew hotter and hotter.

“Oh, Isidora,” whimpered Mom. “Mmm, what a good futa-daughter you are.”

“You’re just so gorgeous,” Isidora said while her eyes darted over to glance at me. “See, Xochitl. I won’t hurt you.”

“Not why I don’t want to fuck you,” I muttered.

My futa-sister pressed her face into our mother’s heavy breasts. She nuzzled between them, her head turning right to left. Did Isidora like big tits? I glanced down at my large boobs swelling my top. I swallowed as my futa-sister reveled between Mom’s, my eyes flicking to Isidora’s small tits. They were barely A cups.

I bit my lip as Isidora turned our mother. Mom didn’t resist. She allowed my futa-sister to guide her into the chair. She sank down, her skirt rustling. Isidora stood over her, cock thrusting from the folds of her shaved pussy. Mom grabbed it and leaned in, nibbling on the tip.

“Damn,” Isidora moaned. “I’d love to let you suck it, but…” She glanced at me. “I’m supposed to be showing the brat how happy I make women.”

Mom popped her lips off my sister’s girl-dick. “Mmm, you’re right. Maybe later I’ll suck you off?”

“Futa-mom’s going to flip out,” I muttered.

“Your futa-mom likes to watch,” said Mom. “And so do I. It’s hot watching her with another woman. I bet you like to watch, too, Xochitl. Exhibitionist often have a streak of voyeurism, too.”

My cheeks burned. How did she know I was an…? Right, I told everyone how eager I was to be fucked before them.

Isidora sank to her knees before the chair. She slid her hands up Mom’s dark skirt to the waistband. With a deft skill, she hooked the elastic waistband and pulled them down, revealing a pair of satin, bronze panties that had a nice sheen to them.

Mom squirmed on the chair, lifting her legs and letting my futa-sister remove her lower garment. Mom’s breasts rose and fell with her excitement. Her fingers found her nipples, twisting them as she squirmed in place.

My futa-sister leaned her head down. I shifted my position, craning my head. I couldn’t help how hot this was. As much as I loathed Isidora, incest was always exciting to watch. My pussy ached to be touched. My fingers itched to unsnap my jeans and slid in.

“You can masturbate,” Mom said like she’d read my mind.

“I’m fine,” I muttered.

“Mmm, so am I,” Mom moaned. Isidora was nuzzling into her panties’ gusset, licking at the fabric right over Mom’s pussy.

“Getting a taste of your flavor,” said Isidora. “You’re sweet.”

“I know,” Mom said then giggled.

Her mirth turned to moans as my futa-sister yanked the gusset of Mom’s panties to the side exposing a thick, dark bush. My futa-sister buried her face into the tangle of silky strands to lick at our mother’s pussy.

I swallowed, my pussy clenching. Mom groaned. Her fingers twisted her nipples while she squirmed on the chair, the plastic creaking beneath her. It was clear she loved what my futa-sister was doing.

“Oh, wow, Isidora,” groaned Mom. “Ooh, you could give your futa-mother a few pointers. Yes, yes, just like that. Oh, yes. I like that. Mmm, that’s my clit, you naughty futa!”

My hand rubbed at my jeans, my sweat soaking in the denim as I watched my mother squirm and gasp. Her head tossed back and forth. Her face scrunched up. Her whimpers echoed through the room. Her back arched and her breasts jiggled with their full plumpness. My hands crept higher up my jeans as she twisted her nipples.

My futa-sister’s licking grew louder and louder. I could hear her feasting on our mother’s juices. I worked my tongue across the roof of my mouth, struggling to moisten it. My ears burned as hot as my dripping cunt.

Mom loved it.

“Isidora, yes!” Mom gasped, her cheeks flushed a dark crimson. It contrasted with the brown hue of her skin. Her dark eyes fluttered while the plastic crinkled. It stuck to her back as she shuddered, her moans echoing through the living room.

I bit my lower lip.

My hands gripped my upper thighs, begging to slide higher.

“That’s it, Isidora,” she moaned. “Ooh, yes, yes, show your sister how good you are. Oh, Xochitl, are you watching.”

“Yes,” I croaked.

“Good, good!” Mom’s eyes fell on me. She smiled. “Your futa-sister is going to make me cum. Oh, Mother of Goddess, she’s skilled.”

I swallowed, my throat aching. I needed water. I squirmed, the plastic crinkling beneath me while my pussy begged for attention. My large breasts felt constrained by my bra. I wanted to free my tits. To yank down my tight jeans.

Mom’s head tossed from side to side. She was coming closer and closer to cumming. Her moans echoed around the living room. Her back arched, thrusting her big tits forward. She squeezed them now, kneading them.

“Isidora!” Mom gasped. “Oh, Mother of Goddess, yes!”

Her howls were unmistakably orgasmic. I witnessed her incestuous pleasure crossing her face. My mother came on my futa-sister’s hungry mouth. My entire body shook, that itch so powerful between my thighs as I watched Mom thrash in bliss.

She bucked and shuddered, cumming hard on my futa-sister’s mouth. I swallowed, staring in awe at the sight. My fingers inched a little higher up my jeans, sweaty palms rasping against the denim as I watched. Mom’s big breasts heaved. Her face tossed back and forth.

“Isidora!” she moaned. “My sweet Isidora!”

“Mom!” groaned my futa-sister.

Then Isidora was rising. She’d sensed the same thing that I had: our mother was ready for the next level of intimacy. Isidora grasped her big futa-cock. It thrust hard and powerful before her. She stroked it as she settled her knees on the edge of the chair between Mom’s spread thighs.

I trembled as I watched the incestuous tableau before me. My futa-sister’s cock pressed into the pussy that had birthed us both. It was such a taboo act. My cunt clenched as Mom’s pussy lips spread wide, sliding around my futa-sister’s girl-dick.

Isidora sank into our mother’s twat.

Mom moaned with wanton passion, her arms and legs wrapping around my sister’s body. Mom hugged her tight, fingernails biting into my sister’s back. Isidora moaned, her ass clenching as she buried her cock to the hilt in Mom’s pussy.

“Oh, damn,” I muttered, my hands sliding higher, almost touching my pussy. The incestuous sight had me trembling.

Isidora drew back, her ass flexing, and then plunged into our mother, bringing another gasp from the older woman. Mom’s face, shining over Isidora’s shoulder, twisted with pleasure. The chair creaked as they both writhed, moving together, sharing their passion.

I had caught glimpses of my futa-sister in action. I had witnessed her fucking in brief spurts, but this… There was no looking away as I witnessed the raw, incestuous passion shared by them. Mother and daughter were united in rapture. My breath caught.

My right hand reached my crotch.

I rubbed up and down the groove of my vulva, pressing cotton panties into my hot flesh. I couldn’t look away. Isidora’s curvy ass rose and fell as she drove her futa-dick into Mom’s pussy. My futa-sister thrust with passion. My cunt clenched with envy. My fingers massaged my labia through my clothing.

My clit throbbed.

I rubbed harder, faster, pleasure rippling out of me as I watched in breathless awe. I groaned, my body twisting and shuddering. The chair creaked. They gasped and panted as their flesh smacked together over and over.

My two fingers rubbed at the seam of my jeans, my body shuddering as I watched their rutting. Their flesh smacked together fast and hard. My mouth grew drier as I watched it. Isidora was making Mom moan in rapture.

“Oh, yes, yes! You’re amazing! Oh, I have such a wonderful futa-daughter!”

“Mother of Goddess, you’re tight, Mom!”

“Ooh, Isidora, I like that! Your cock’s hitting just the right spots. I’m going to cum so hard on this dick!”

“You want to milk me dry, don’t you?” Isidora slammed hard into Mom’s cunt. “You want to feel my incestuous seed spurting into your cunt.”

“You know it!” she moaned. “Oh, Mother of Goddess, yes! Ram that cock into me. Fill me up! Yes, yes, Isidora!”

I trembled, my breath coming faster and faster as they kissed. I heard the smacking of their lips. Mom must be tasting her own pussy on Isidora’s lips. This was insane. I couldn’t believe this was happening and yet…

I was glad.

My fingertips burned as they rasped against my denim. The heat grew and grew. This breathy delight built in me. My pussy clenched. My body shuddered as they made love. It didn’t anger me like it normally did when I saw Isidora fucking someone.

My futa-sister looked so sexy as she pleased our mother. I brushed my clit, my little bud throbbing. I focused on it, massaging it through jeans and panties. I groaned as the recliner rocked. Isidora’s girl-dick vanished into Mom’s twat over and over.

I bit my lip, my heart pounding in my chest. This envious ache grew in me. My mom was experiencing such bliss right now. I could hear it in how she moaned, in how her fingernails scratched across Isidora’s back. My futa-sister was giving our mother such rapture.

I wanted that rapture. I wanted a futa—any futa—to fuck me right now. To ram a girl-dick deep into my twat and give me that ecstasy. I shuddered, my clit aching, throbbing. I pressed my fingers hard into it.

And came.

My orgasm exploded through me.

My pussy convulsed, juices gushing out of me. I felt them soaking through my panties and then the denim. They coated my fingers massaging my clit as my neck arched. Stars burst across my vision while the rush of pleasure shot through me.

I added my moans to the incestuous gasps and groans coming from the chair.

I bucked on the couch, my mind melting beneath the rapture. My head tossed back and forth as I savored the bliss. It felt incredible. Amazing. I whimpered, my eyes fluttering. Waves of darkness nibbled on the edges of my vision. My chest rose and fell, my breasts aching.

“Isidora!” Mom groaned. “Oh, yes, yes! Cum in me! Ooh, give Mommy that wonderful jizz!”

“Yes!” my futa-sister grunted. Her voice sounded so passionate. “Just cum on my cock, and I’ll flood you. I want to feel this twat writhing around me.”

“Ooh, yes, yes!” Mom’s thighs tightened around my futa-sister’s waist. “I want that. I want to cum on my futa-daughter’s big cock!”

Isidora thrust hard into Mom’s pussy. She buried into her, plunging deep. My heart pounded. My cheeks burned as I watched them. I fanned my face, squirming on the ground as I came down from my orgasmic high.

I just came, and it wasn’t nearly enough. It wasn’t the same rapture Mom was building towards. My mother was getting what every woman truly craved, something hard and long slamming into her pussy. Filling her up. Stimulating her. Driving her towards the peak of rapture.

“Mom!” my futa-sister groaned. “Oh, damn, Mom, cum on my cock and… Yes!”

“Isidora!” Mom squealed.

She bucked beneath my sister. I groaned, knowing it was happening. Mom was cumming hard. She was lost to the bliss of my sister’s big cock. I groaned, licking my lips, my heart hammering in my chest as I watched their passion.

Isidora slammed into Mom. My futa-sister’s ass tightened. She shuddered and Mom squealed. I knew incestuous seed was flooding into the pussy that birthed me. Birthed us. It was such a heady, taboo sight to witness. It left me breathless, squirming.

Aching.

“Oh, Isidora, yes, yes!” groaned Mom. “Ooh, you cum as hard as your futa-mother! She’ll love hearing about this!”

I shuddered at those words. My parents were kinky.

Isidora groaned as she pulled out of Mom. My futa-sister’s big dick popped out, coated in Mom’s cream. It gleamed, so thick and hard. Then my eyes noticed Mom’s pussy gaping open, her pink depths swimming with pearly spunk that slowly leaked out of her, matting her brown bush.

“Mmm, Xochitl, honey,” Mom moaned, “come lick me clean. Lick out your futa-sister’s spunk from my pussy.”

Those words sent a hot shudder through me. I wanted to say no, but I was so turned on from witnessing their incestuous passion. My body quivered. My pussy clenched, aching for more. I stood up on shaking legs, my eyes locked on Mom’s twat and the salty cum leaking out of her.

I’d never eaten pussy before. I had never wanted to, but… but…

Mom wanted me to lick her clean.

I fell to my knees before the recliner, my hands landing on her smooth thighs. She smiled at me, her large breasts rising and falling as I leaned my head in. She had this motherly expression of joy on her face mixed with the wanton look of a woman reveling in lust.

I licked my lips before I nuzzled into my mother’s pussy.

I shuddered at the kiss of her wet pubic hair against my face while the scent of her sweet cream filled my nose. The scent was seasoned with salty cum. My tongue flicked out, licking through her folds, gathering up the mix of incestuous fluids. I shuddered at the flavors, at the feel of my mother’s silky petals. A hot shudder ran through me.

I licked again and again. It tasted so good. This wicked sensation rippled through me. My fingers tightened on her thighs as I thrust my tongue into her pussy’s depths. Her silky walls surrounded me. I was nuzzling into the hole that had birthed me. I lapped out my futa-sister’s cum mixed with sweet cream.

This was so heady. A wild rush.

It was different from eating out a futa’s pussy. There was no clit-dick thrusting up before me, no shaft bobbing and twitching, seizing my attention. Instead, I stared at her lush breasts as they shook and quivered, her body trembling from my touch.

“Oh, yes, Xochitl,” Mom groaned. “What a sweet daughter. Mmm, doesn’t your futa-sister taste good?”

“Mixed with your cream,” I moaned, my tongue fluttering up through her folds. I brushed her little clit poking out of her pussy. Not a big dick, but that small bud.

Mom gasped as I sucked on it for a moment.

I groaned as Isidora’s hands caressed over my rump. She was behind me, watching me. I should be mad, but I was too busy feasting on Mom’s pussy to care. I was too turned on by the incestuous sight to stop her.

I needed a cock in me. Any cock. Even hers.

I thrust my tongue into Mom’s twat. I swirled around inside of her. She whimpered and groaned as I lapped out more of my futa-sister’s cum. Isidora tasted good mixed with pussy. I had to eat out other creampies. This was amazing.

My futa-sister’s hands slid around my hips and found the fly of my jeans. The fastener popped. The zipper rasped. She worked the tight denim off my rump and pulled my jeans down my thighs. I groaned into our mother’s pussy. This wicked thrill ran through me.

“Mmm, show your sister all your skills,” Mom moaned. “Teach her how to eat pussy. You’re so good.”

“With pleasure, Mom,” Isidora moaned. “Xochitl, I’ve wanted to eat you out for so long.”

I gasped as my panties ripped off my ass and down my thighs. Before I could say anything, my sister had her face buried into my snatch. She licked through my juicy folds, stimulating me, teasing me the way she had Mom. Incestuous bliss rushed through me. I groaned into Mom’s pussy.

I licked with more eagerness. My tongue darted and danced. I rooted around inside of Mom, searching for more cum while my futa-sister lapped at my twat. Her tongue danced over my folds, teasing me, sending such pleasure shooting through me.

She was good.

Very good.

I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to think about how Isidora got so skilled. A nervous twist ran through my stomach as a flash of her and all those girls she’d fucked swam through my mind. I tightened my grip on Mom’s pussy and sucked on her clit.

“Xochitl, yes!” Mom moaned, her little bud throbbing in my mouth.

The chair creaked beneath her while my futa-sister’s tongue fluttered against my clit. She batted it while her fingers slipped into my pussy. I gasped at that, feeling her digits pumping in and out of me. I trembled, squeezing down around her, my heart racing.

This was such a rush. I couldn’t believe this was happening. My futa-sister was fingering me, thrusting over and over into my depths. My pussy gripped her, molten from my masturbation, aching for stimulation.

For pleasure.

I was so close to cumming already. What had my futa-sister done to my pussy? I whimpered around Mom’s clit, nursing with hunger as the incestuous touch of Isidora’s fingers and tongue drove me wild. My pussy gripped her digits while my bud throbbed against her hungry tongue.

“Oh, Isidora, she loves it!” Mom moaned, her hands sliding through my hair. “Ooh, she’s moaning around my clit. She’s going to make me cum!”

“Good,” Isidora moaned. “Make our mother cum!”

“Yes, yes!” Mom moaned while my futa-sister jammed her fingers deep into my twat.

My own pleasure swelled. My futa-sister’s tongue fluttered against my clit while I nursed on Mom’s bud. Her large breasts heaved as she gasped out. Her thighs tightened around my face. Then she cried out in pure rapture.

Her sweet cream bathed my face.

This incestuous rush ran through me. I made my mother cum. My pussy clamped down on my futa-sister’s thrusting fingers. My clit drank in her fluttering caresses. I whimpered and then my climatic delight rushed over me.

“Isidora!” I gasped into Mom’s pussy as my twat writhed and spasmed.

I shuddered and moaned, cumming hard, my tongue fluttering over Mom’s folds. I lapped up her juices and more of my futa-sister’s cum. I trembled, my mind melting. I whimpered and groaned, then gasped as I was pulled away from Mom.

Isidora turned me over and pressed me down on my back. I stared up into my futa-sister’s eyes as her hands pushed up my blouse, exposing my large tits constrained in a lacy bra. She squeezed my tits then she lowered herself down between my thighs, her futa-cock bobbing for my convulsing pussy.

I needed a cock in me. Any cock. Her cock!

I grabbed my futa-sister’s dick and brought it to the folds of my writhing twat. I groaned as she thrust into me in a single plunge. I gasped, my flesh spasming around her dick while this incestuous rush shot through me.

My futa-sister was in me.

“Xochitl!” she groaned, her face twisting in pleasure.

“Isidora!” I groaned, trembling, caught up in the wild passion we just shared.

Her lips kissed mine, tasting our mother’s sweet cream on my lips. I tasted my tart juices on hers. I shuddered, her hands squeezing my tits through my bra. My legs gripped her hips as she drew back her cock through my spasming depths.

Then she thrust back into me.

She filled me over and over. It was incredible. A dizzying, incestuous bliss rippled through my body. My orgasm intensified, my pussy convulsing with more fervor about her clit-dick. She groaned into our kiss, burying her dick over and over into my cunt.

“Oh, yes, yes, enjoy each other,” Mom whimpered. “That’s so beautiful.” I heard the click of a phone taking a pic. “Your futa-mother’s going to love this.”

I ignored her and just savored that dick finally scratching that itch in me. Isidora plunged her futa-cock deep into my pussy over and over. She touched those delicious delights deep in me, stimulating me, sending orgasm after orgasm through my pussy.

I clutched her tight, our tongues dueling as her girl-dick thrust hard and deep into me. I shuddered beneath her, my hips bucking up to meet her thrusts, my clit throbbing every time her pubic bone rubbed against it. My pussy never stopped convulsing. Delight rippled through me over and over.

A never-ending storm of rapture.

My fingernails clawed across my futa-sister’s back. Her girl-dick buried to the hilt in me with rapid plunges. I whimpered into her lips, my pussy celebrating the bliss by writhing about her thick shaft. She filled me.

“Ooh, you two are so beautiful together,” groaned Mom.

Isidora thrust harder.

“Yes, yes, I’m so glad you’re finally getting along. Oh, love your little sister, honey. Plunge that big dick into her. Ooh, yes, yes, she’s loving it.”

I broke the kiss and moaned, “I’m cumming so hard, Mom!”

“Of course you are.” Mom stood over me, naked and smiling, her phone aimed down. “You two are beautiful.”

“Mom,” I groaned in embarrassed lust, another orgasm rippling through me.

My futa-sister girl-dick thrust hard and deep into me. She kissed at my neck, nibbling with her hungry lips. I groaned, stars rippling across my vision. My nipples ached in my bra. I trembled, gripping her body tight as my pussy writhed around her thrusting dick.

Somehow, my orgasms grew more and more powerful. Each one had me bucking and trembling. They spilled together, bleeding from amazing bliss to the next. Her girl-dick thrust so hard. So deep into me. It was incredible. I felt so drunk on this moment.

“Isidora!” I moaned.

“Xochitl!” gasped my futa-sister. She lifted her face and stared into my eyes.

I gasped at the intensity in her dark depths. They arrested me. Mom faded away as I peered into my futa-sister’s intense gaze. Her girl-dick thrust harder, faster into me. She sent another orgasm rippling through my body.

I moaned and gasped. There was something in her eyes. Something that frightened me and entranced me. She slammed her girl-dick deep into me. She buried to the hilt in my spasming depths, her pubic bone grinding on my clit.

Pleasure burst inside of me, sending fresh waves of climatic bliss through me.

“Xochitl, yes!”

My futa-sister’s girl-dick erupted. Her incestuous seed flooded my pussy. Spurt after spurt of her cum flooded me while the intensity in her eyes only deepened. I trembled beneath her, feeling like a little leaf tossed about in a hurricane of passion.

She kissed me with a hot and hungry mouth, her eyes closing, snapping me from that gaze. I bucked beneath her, another orgasm rippling through my body. My pussy milked her futa-dick. Her cum spurted over and over into me, finally soothing that hot fire in me.

I groaned into the kiss, our tongues caressing each other. I whimpered as she trembled atop me. Her dick fired a final blast of girl-cum into me. I held her tight, my orgasm carrying me to the heights of rapture, to a trembling plateau of ecstasy more intense than any I had felt.

My futa-sister made me cum!

She broke the kiss and I panted. “I think… I think I can do this,” I whimpered. “Be your Juliet.”

“Good,” she whispered into my ear. “Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you, Xochitl. You know that, right?”

I almost said something, but then I noticed Mom watching us. Her presence made my cheeks burned. “I know,” I muttered. “You can get off of me now before Mom has an aneurysm of joy.”

“You both are just so beautiful,” Mom said, sounding misty-eyed. “Wait, cuddle together so I can get a photo for the Christmas card.”

“Mom!” I groaned and covered my face in embarrassment while my stomach roiled.

What was up with that look in my futa-sister’s eyes?”

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Tuesday

I could do this.

I was at rehearsal at the end of my second day going naked. I had tried not to think about this moment all day. I had thrown myself into every diversion I could. I fucked every futa I had the opportunity to enjoy. During lunch, I let them run a train on me. Girl-dick after girl-dick had fucked me. Cum in me. All my holes. I had been dripping jizz for my first class after lunch and found out that Alanna Glass was more than happy to lap up my sloppy cunt.

Now it was time to prove that I could be Juliet.

A nervous ripple ran through my stomach. What did that look in my futa-sister’s eyes mean?

“Okay, let’s start from the kiss,” said Miss Tyrell. I was on the stage bed, my naked breasts rising and falling. My futa-sister moved in, her small breasts quivering while her large cock thrust hard before her.

This pit formed in my stomach. I could do this. I made love to her last night. It wasn’t bad. My futa-sister wasn’t as terrible as I claimed. My heart pounded in my chest as she slipped onto the bed. It was just a mattress. No sheets during rehearsal.

Her eyes gleamed as she stroked my face. That look I found in her gaze the night before returned. It was so deep and frightening. I caught a glimpse of it last night just as she erupted in me. Now it was so huge. This yawning pit surged through me as she leaned down to kiss.

“My Juliet,” she whispered. “But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east and Juliet is the sun!”

Hearing those flowery words sent this ripple through me. I squirmed, feeling everyone’s eyes on me. They were all watching my futa-sister leaning in to kiss me. Her lips came closer and closer. My stomach knotted.

What was this fear growing in me?

I felt like I stood on the precipice. I yawning abyss stretched out before me. I was about to do something irreversible. A violent tremble ran through me as her lips were about to reach mine. Footsteps shuffled around us. Someone coughed. Clothing rustled.

People were watching this moment.

Panic seized me.

“No!” I gasped, thrusting my arm out before me. I pushed my futa-sister away before her lips reached mine. “No, no, I can’t do this!”

Isidora gasped. Her eyes became so vulnerable, so hurt. She recoiled back from me as I scrambled across the bed. What was wrong with me? I shook as everyone stared at me. Ms. Tyrell shook her head, disappointment on her face. I trembled, my stomach queasy.

Then I bolted off the bed and raced out of the auditorium.

To be continued…

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Lola embraces her desires for futas and wants to share her desires with her best friend!

Futa Naked In School – Innocent Girl’s Futa Awakening

Chapter Two: Lola’s Accepts Her Passions

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Lola Lovell’s Week, Wednesday

Sandra and Asuka supported my best friend. I wiped the cum on my finger off onto my belly as Macie lay slumped in Sandra and Asuka’s arms. They stood in the doorway of the class while the rest of my escort for the Purity Society gasped in the background.

“Lola had sex?”

“But she’s supposed to be pure!”

“If she couldn’t do it…”

“It’s that pill President McTaggart made her take.”

Anger murmured through my supports as I bit my lip. It was the pill’s fault. I wasn’t in control any longer. It had taken over my lusts. Until my week in the Program was over and I could stop going my to college classes naked, I couldn’t fight the pill. I tried. I struggled my best and then…

Then it just clicked in my mind.

The pill controls me.

I relaxed after that and just embraced it. I left behind my physics class to masturbate in the futas’ restroom. After I came, I decided to surrender to the lust I’d had all week for that bitchy Shelena. She was a horrible, bully futa, but she had that big, Black dick. She sent me pics of it all week. Of her fucking other White girls, promising me how much I’d cum on her cock.

I decided to find out. It was what the pill wanted.

It had been glorious. She fucked me like a little slut from behind. I was bent over the toilet, my thick, blonde bush soaked with my juices. She had rammed her ebony shaft into my cunt and popped my cherry. I came hard on her clit-dick and she flooded me with cum.

The same cum I had offered to Macie. She’d come to my class with the others of my Purity Society had come in to be my escort and prevent me from being molested by the futas all day. Of course, the pill wanted me to be molested.

I spent the last two days fighting this. I could have just surrendered. I was so stubborn. No wonder President McTaggart insisted that Nurse Luann Mutton give me the pill. The college’s nurse was a helpful futa.

“Oh, no, Macie,” I said. “I’m sorry.” I fanned at my friend’s face. “Let’s get her to the nurse’s office.”

The other girls glanced at me.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that,” I said. “I’m still Lola. I’m just… It’s the pill. I can’t help it. I’ll be pure on Monday.”

“If you say so,” said Asuka, her voice neutral. She glanced down at my thighs slick with Shelena’s cum. The futa had fired so much in me. It was leaking out of me, soaking my blonde bush and reaching my thighs. “I mean… You offered it to Macie.”

“Well, it does taste good,” I said. “You want to try it?” The pill wanted that. It made me so juicy thinking of feeding the pure girls futa-cum straight from my pussy. It would be so hot if they licked it out of me.

Lesbianism was another dirty thing the pill wanted me to try. Macie was so hot. I’d noticed before, seeing her naked when we changed at sleepovers or at the pool. All those memories burned through my mind. Her tits were round and topped by pink nipples. I was so hot for my twenty-year-old friend. So eager to just enjoy her.

My pussy clenched, forcing out more cum.

“Lola, um, maybe you should go home,” said Asuka.

“I can’t,” I said. “I’m in the Program. They’ll just force me to do a make-up day. They did that to that freshman girl. Ginny, right. Ginny Reynolds in the first week. Besides, I’m fine. It’s just the pill. I don’t even mind right now. It’s an amazing pill. If you took it, I’d bet you’d love to lick my pussy clean. Do you want to do that?”

“Eww,” Asuka said. “That’s so filthy.”

“I’ll pray for you,” Sandra said. “Let’s get Macie to the nurse’s office and then… And then you can just… enjoy the pill, Lola.”

“Yeah,” Asuka said. “We, uh, we understand. I hope you’ll be pure on Monday, but…”

I could see fear in their eyes. They were terrified of being chosen and having to take the pill. They shouldn’t. The pill was amazing. I was so glad I took it. I was doing all those things I thought were shameful because I didn’t have to fight my lusts. I had no control over them.

It was so wonderful to be free of guilt and shame.

“I got her feet,” I said. I glanced over at my physics professor, Ms. Ridley, and called, “We’re taking her to the nurse’s office. She’s just a little over-excited.”

“A little,” muttered Asuka. “You tried to thrust cum in her mouth.”

“I know,” I said, shaking my head. “That’s a shame. Sex really isn’t that bad. It’s fun. No, it’s more than fun, it’s amazing. Shelena fucked me so hard.”

“Shelena?” groaned Asuka. “That’s who you had sex with? She’s the worst futa on campus. She’s always saying such nasty things to us.”

“I hear she makes this one girl have anal sex with her so Shelena won’t bully her futa-girlfriend.”

“I know, she’s a terrible person, but her girl-dick…” I shuddered, my pussy melting. “It’s incredible. And rumor has it that Ginny’s futa-girlfriend has an even bigger cock. I have to try her out before Friday.”

My friends shook their heads as we headed through the halls. The rest of my escort had melted away. I felt bad for them. They had been getting in trouble to help me out and, thanks to the pill, I didn’t need it. I was sure I’d make it up to them come Monday when I was back to normal, but until then…

“I bet Adile would lick my pussy,” I said. “I want to try at least one girl. Just to find out if I like it.”

“That’s the pill, right?” asked Asuka.

“Of course.” I laughed. “I wouldn’t want to be with a girl normally. I never even thought of it until right now, but…” I glanced over as we headed through the halls, students staring at us in concern as we carried Macie to the nurse’s office. In one corner, Adile was doing just what I wanted. She was licking out the other girl who was enrolled in the Program this week. The Turkish lesbian had Monica Rocha gasping and moaning.

Just like Shelena had me earlier.

My pussy grew hotter as I watched the sight as we headed down the hall. Adile looked so into it, licking the girl hard, and she was bucking and shuddering. Her face glowed with rapture. Did my face look like that when I was cumming on Shelena’s cock?

I hoped so.

As we neared the nurse’s office, I realized no one was groping me. For the first time since I’d gone naked on Monday, no futa was trying to get to me. Turned out, you just had to carry a passed-out friend to get her help to keep them at bay.

That made me happy. As good as sex was, getting Macie to the nurse’s office was more important.

We round the corner and saw it ahead. We were near the main offices. I shifted my grip on Macie’s legs. She was heavier than I thought considering she only weighed one hundred and twelve pounds. Maybe skipping PE wasn’t the best idea for the Purity Society.

Asuka opened the door and we carried her in. I called, “Nurse Luann.”

No one called her Nurse Mutton. Once, I’d heard the futa-nurse joke, “What am I, a side of meat?”

I bet she had a big piece of meat under her skirt. A thick and hard futa-cock.

I shook my head as Nurse Luann emerged from her small office into the main room. She had three beds that curtains could close around them and all the standard stuff you’d find in a doctor’s office.

“What happened to her?” she asked as the three of us set Macie down on the nearest bed.

“She fainted when I offered her some cum,” I said. “Shock, I think.”

“Yeah,” Asuka said. She glanced at Sandra then the two hurried out of the office not looking at me twice.

I grit my teeth. They might be embarrassed by the pill controlling me, but Macie was their friend, too. I shook my head and then faced my school’s nurse. She wore pinks scrubs that, though loose, couldn’t hide what a busty futa she was. Her bleached-blonde hair fell in curls about her tanned face. Concern shone on her round face as she reached the bed.

“She saw that you had sex?” asked Nurse Luann, thumbing back my friend’s eyes.

“Yeah,” I said. “For the first time. In the bathroom. I lied to Ms. Ridley and told her I had to use it in the middle of class.”

“And you know you could get in trouble for telling me that,” she said.

I shrugged. “It’s the pill. I guess I really don’t care. Shame, guilt, it took those all away from me and amped up my lusts to a million. I just saw Adile licking pussy in the hallway, and I thought it would be hot to eat a girl out. I’ve never really thought that before.”

“Mmm,” the nurse said. She then held up my friend’s wrist and checked her pulse with her fingers, frowning. “You’re dripping with cum, Lola.”

“Yep, it was amazing. Shelena licked my pussy and then fucked me hard.”

“The quarterback, huh?” The nurse stood up, her futa-cock tenting the front of her scrubs. “That’s interesting.”

She grabbed a blood pressure cuff and a stethoscope. She wrapped it around my friend’s arm and squeezed the bulb to inflate it. I watched as it expanded more and more. The nurse listened with the stethoscope as she bled out the air slowly.

“Blood pressure’s good,” she said. “Shock can cause some people to faint. Triggers the vagus nerve and causes vasovagal syncope, which lowers blood pressure rapidly. Usually, the sight of blood can do it, but also other bodily fluids. Especially if it’s a shock.”

“So it’s my fault?” I bit my lip. “I mean, I knew that, but… I didn’t expect her to faint.”

“No,” the nurse said and then gave me a clinical eye. “You know you’re leaking cum. That’s not sterile.”

“Oh, no,” I said. “I’ll clean up.”

The futa-nurse licked her lips. “Let me take care of that. It’s a… medical issue so we can justify that for the Program rules.”

The staff couldn’t have sex with students unless they were officially dating—even if that was only a for a week as Ms. Tyrell, the drama professor, did, dating a new student every week—or if it was part of a lesson or some way connected to their job. The nurse doing something medical related definitely skirted the line.

The old me would be horrified, but I was controlled by the pill.

“Clean away,” I purred.

The nurse smiled. “The pill’s had an interesting effect on you.”

“It’s utterly enslaved me, and I don’t care. My body loves it.”

The nurse fell to her knees, her bleached-blonde curls dancing about her tanned face. She had such hunger in her eyes as she leaned in and stroked my thighs. She purred in delight as she licked at my inner thigh, gathering up the pearly spunk that smeared my flesh.

“Mmm, mixed with barely legal cunt,” she moaned. “Your twenty, right?”

“For another two weeks,” I said.

I gasped as she licked again, her tongue climbing higher. She lapped up the jizz coating my thigh, her tongue hot and naughty on my flesh. My hair danced about my shoulders. This wicked heat rippled out of me. I groaned, my cunt clenching. My heart pounded. The beat thundered through my chest. I bit my lower lip.

Her tongue gathered up all that spunk. She purred as she licked me. She lapped and licked and fluttered her tongue up and down my thigh. I groaned as she went higher and higher. She neared my pussy, my cunt on fire.

Her hazel eyes had this fire in them as she neared my pussy. She was almost there, licking at the cum right at the apex of my right thigh. I quivered, so ready for her to lick and lap and feast on my cunt. To drive me wild.

Instead, she pulled her head away.

“Nurse Luann?” I moaned.

“Mmm, got to clean your other thigh,” she said. She licked right above my knee, gathering up a salty blob. “Futa-cum is a treat.”

“I didn’t know you were bi,” I moaned.

“It’s such a delight to enjoy both girls and futas.” She smiled at me. “You should give it a try. Going down a girl. It’s different from a futa. No big dick in the way and only a little clit to play with.”

“I haven’t gone down on a futa,” I said. “No sucking her cock or licking her cunt.” I liked saying that word. Cunt. Pussy. Tits. All those words I used to think were too dirty now the pill made me say with relish.

“You will,” she said and then licked up a long line of cum.

I shuddered and moaned, “Gosh, that’s nice. Ooh, yes, yes, I can’t wait for you to eat my cunt. It’ll be so gosh, darn good.”

She snorted. “You can say cunt but not goddess or damn?”

“I can’t say the Lady’s name in vain,” I said, glancing down at my cross dangling between my round breasts. My dark-red nipples looked so hard, so in need of being touched.

I did that.

I twisted and squeezed my nipples as the nurse licked up my thigh again. She neared my cunt again, licking and lapping, bathing my skin with her hot saliva. I trembled as she came closer and closer to my twat. To licking me.

This time, she didn’t stop.

“Nurse Luann!” I gasped as she reached my blonde bush. She nuzzled into my pubic hair, my golden curls spilling around her face. “Oh, yes, yes!”

Her tongue fluttered through my folds. She felt different from Shelena. That futa had just given me a few licks before I exploded while Nurse Luann was loving my pussy, her tongue digging through my folds. She explored me, not just enjoyed licking me.

The difference was subtle but amazing.

I gasped, trembling there. I twisted my dark-red nipples as the futa-nurse’s tongue slid into my deflowered depths. That was something Shelena couldn’t have done. The futa-nurse’s tongue hooked in me like it was scooping out…

The cum.

The nurse groaned as she savored the jizz flavored by my cunt. My spicy aroma filled my nose, a heady delight that had me swaying. I groaned, my heart pounding in my chest. The pulsing beat surged over me. It pumped hot blood through my veins as she licked and lapped at me.

She devoured the cum out of my cunt.

“Nurse Luann!” I moaned. “Oh, gosh, yes, lick that girl-cum out of my cunt! Ooh, you’re such a naughty nurse!”

“I am,” she purred. “Seeing you little strumpets sauntering around the campus naked, or nearly so, and being unable to touch you is torture. I just want to feast on you.” She shoved her tongue deep inside of me and scooped out more of the jizz. “Mmm, it’s been trying.”

I twisted my nubs, glad I could help her out. It seemed like such a dumb rule. Why shouldn’t the professor’s get in on the fun? They were already starting to. Stacie Ward and Coach Castellano, Randi Bjork and Ms. Rowbottom, Johana Jordan and her mother the biology professor. I used to put on blindfolds and earplugs when professors would find an excuse to enjoy the students enrolled in the Program.

Why have this one line that couldn’t be crossed? If the students wanted it…

I gasped as her tongue flicked up to my clit. She swirled it around my little bud, stroking me. My breasts jiggled. I tugged hard on my nipples, savoring the jolt of delight rushing down to my pussy. I shuddered, wiggling my hips from side to side.

This felt so amazing. A naughty, wicked thrill that had me trembling. My heart quivered. The passion surged through my body. My cunt clenched and relaxed. The heat built and built in me. A naughty thrill that would have me exploding.

I bit my lip as she sucked on my bud. Her fingers jammed into my cunt, plunging deep into my twat. I gasped, my back arching. The penetration was shocking and sudden. It was just what I needed. My orgasm hurtled towards me.

“Nurse Luann,” I moaned, swaying, my blonde curls dancing about my shoulders. “Oh, gosh, I’m going to cum.”

“Like a little schoolgirl-slut?” the nurse hissed then sucked on my clit.

“Just like that!” I gasped. “I’m a schoolgirl slut thanks to the pill!”

It controlled me.

I came so hard.

The joy of my orgasm rushed through me. That wonderful, delicious heat swept through my body. I gasped, my cunt writhing and spasming about her digits. She jammed them deep and hard into my cunt, teasing me as the cream gushed out of me.

Her lips abandoned my clit to lick up the spicy juices flooding out of me. Her tongue danced around her fingers plunging in and out of my cunt. I groaned, my tits jiggling, pulling at the nipples gripped in my digits.

“Oh, yes, that’s so good! Oh, Nurse, Luann, you’re such a good pussy licker. Gosh, yes!”

“And you have such a yummy cunt,” purred the nurse. “Such a treat to eat you out.”

“Oh, yes, yes, that was nice,” I panted. “Ooh, thank you! Now I can—”

“Oh, gosh, no,” groaned Macie.

My head whipped around to find my friend sitting up on the exam table. I shuddered and saw my friend staring at me, her eyes wide. They were locked on my naked tits, my fingers pinching my nipples. Then she flicked down to the futa-nurse pulling her head away from my pussy.

“Lola, you’re…” Macie shook her head. “That’s…”

She looked so cute. This lust seized me, the pill taking control of my body, and I threw my nude body at the exam bed. I landed on the paper covering, the padding hard beneath my knees. I loomed over my friend.

She leaned back as I leaned in. I grabbed her face, feeling the softness of her skin. Her eyes went wide with panic. A strand of her brown hair fell over her tan forehead. My head darted in and kissed my best friend on the lips.

Hard.

I thrust my tongue against her mouth, wept up by the tide of lesbian lust that rippled through me. My entire body buzzed from the wonderful and delicious orgasm the futa-nurse just gave me. Now the pill wanted me to make my friend feel just as amazing.

I liked the idea.

My hands held her face as I kissed her. She whimpered, struggling to pull away from me. I kept it up, wanting her to relax. As she retreated, I pressed forward and soon I was lying atop her, my naked breasts pressing into her dark blouse. She squirmed on the exam table beneath me, her tits feeling so soft through her clothing.

My hand slid from my mouth as I kept kissing her, not wanting to let up. I wanted to make her feel amazing. My touch stroked down her soft neck to the high collar of her blouse. I kept kissing her as I went lower, finding were our tits pressed together.

I kneaded her breasts, savoring touching my friend’s tits. A girl’s tits. The bible said this was a sin. A girl should only lie with futas, and only if they were married. Sex was for reproduction and the symbolic union of Jesusa and the Church, a physical union of futa and wife that mirrored the spiritual one.

I didn’t care. I wanted Macie.

My fingers kneaded and played with her breasts, massaging the side of them. She whimpered and shuddered beneath me. I loved the feel of her. The way she whimpered and groaned. My tongue darted through her mouth, teasing her.

I wanted her to surrender.

To find this amazing.

She tasted so sweet.

My friend felt so naughty beneath me.

The door closed, the futa-nurse leaving us alone. My friend whimpered. She sounded so cute. Her eyes were squeezed shut. My fingers dug into her breasts through her blouse. I slid up her flesh, bruising my own.

I found her nipples. Through her bra and blouse.

Hard nipples.

My pussy clenched as I massaged my friend’s nubs. She shuddered on the table beneath me. She squirmed. Her body felt so warm. She sighed as I massaged her nipples, her mouth opening. My tongue fluttered inside. I caressed her tongue. I teased her.

She let out a groan and then she kissed me back.

Every girl knew nipples were the gateway to their sexual sin. Massaging them, playing with them, and teasing them made a girl get wetter and wetter. Without the pill to control her, I had to use that other method. The one futas had used for thousands of years to make girls succumb to naughty pleasures.

Macie surrendered to me.

I pinched her nipple with my left hand through her clothing, kissing her with such hunger. Her lips moved with mien. She moaned and squirmed beneath me. My right hand moved down her body, finding her hip. Her skirt. I began tugging it up, shifting around, my knees and legs on it and pinning it in place.

My patience paid off when I worked up her skirt enough to brush her bare leg at her knee. She shuddered against me, her eyes snapping open. She stopped kissing me as my hand slid up her thigh. She shook her head and whimpered as my fingers crept up her silky skin.

I broke the kiss, my finger stroking her nipple. “It’s okay. It’s just the pill.”

“I haven’t taken it,” she whimpered.

“But I did,” I told her, nuzzling my nose against hers. My finger circled her nipple through her blouse as my right hand climbed higher and higher. “I just want to eat your pussy. You don’t have to do anything in return.”

“Lola,” she groaned, squirming. Her nipple felt so hard. “I… I mean… Our vow. We’re supposed to be pure, and this… this is…”

“I know,” I said. “But just remember that it’s all me. You have nothing to feel ashamed of.”

I kissed my friend again, eager to give her such a wonderful delight. To make her feel amazing. My hand reached her panties. I shuddered as I felt a heat flowing from her. I pressed on the cotton, feeling her bush beneath along with her passion.

I turned her on.

She whimpered as my fingers pressed her panties into her bush. I slid lower until she squirmed. I knew I was touching the right spot. I was rubbing her vulva through her underwear, caressing her virgin pussy.

This wicked heat ran through me. This naughty passion. A dizzying wave shot through me. I was touching my best friend’s pussy through her panties. I was stroking her. Doing something so wicked. The pill was amazing.

It forced me to do this delicious thing.

I slid my fingers to the right, finding the leg hole. I dipped in, brushing her pubic hair. Macie whimpered and shuddered. She kissed me back, harder. The pill was infecting her, too. I had turned her on so much she had surrendered to this delight.

My fingers stroked through those silky pubic hairs and slid up and down her curls. I teased her, loving the feel of the juices on them. Then I found the hot flesh of her pussy. My own cunt clenched, aching to be touched.

Good thing Nurse Luann made me cum, or I’d be in real trouble.

My tongue darted into Macie’s mouth, dueling with hers as I stroked up and down her hot flesh. Her juices coated my fingers. She whimpered and groaned, struggling beneath her. Her tongue darted through my folds. It was such a delight. A naughty and wicked heat that surged through my body.

My tongue flicked across my lips, the heat burning through me. I shuddered, my heart pumping such wicked passion through me. My juices flowed down my thighs, soaking through my thick bush, as I stroked up to her clit.

She gasped into the kiss.

I broke it and smiled, rubbing her little bud. “Mmm, you like that, huh?”

“Yes,” she groaned, her face twisting. “We shouldn’t do this, Lola. It’s going to change everything. We’re supposed to be pure.”

“We are pure,” I told her. “It’s the pill. We’re not to blame.” I stared into her eyes. “There’s no guilt when you’re not in control.”

“But I’m in control,” she whispered.

“Nonsense,” I purred and kissed her again, a quick nip. “This is all me. You’re just helpless to my touch. And I’m going to touch you. Lick you. Eat you.”

I couldn’t wait. I had to taste her.

I pushed down her body, my breasts dragging over her dress. Her cloth caressed me. It was amazing. I shuddered as I settled between her thighs, my hands pushing up her skirt high enough to uncover her plain, white panties. So boring. They were disarrayed, her brown pubic hair sticking out on the side.

Macie lifted her rump as I drew them down. Her legs thrust into the air and pressed tight as I slid the panties up them, her furred muff peeking between her thighs. I licked my lips. Over my own spicy musk, a sweet scent grew.

Was that her pussy?

A hunger swept through me.

I threw her panties down beside us, pressed her thighs apart, and ducked my head down. I didn’t hesitate to press my face into my best friend’s virgin twat. I licked at her pussy. Her silky hairs caressed my face. This wonderful delight rubbed against me. I shuddered as my tongue stroked out and lapped across her folds. It was such an amazing delight to experience.

To enjoy.

I nuzzled into her pussy, licking with such hunger. I just wanted to experience everything she had to offer. To revel in all the delights of her sweet pussy. My tongue fluttered up and down her juicy slit. It made me feel so naughty.

I reached her clit and nibbled on it.

She gasped and squealed, her body shaking with delight. Her head tossed back and forth. This wonderful passion surged through me. It made me so hot to experience this delight. Juices melted down my cunt as I feasted on her.

“Lola!” Macie groaned. “Oh, Lola, this is so wrong, but… but…”

“It’s the pill,” I told her. I licked my lips. “I never had a thought of eating pussy until it, okay?”

“You never did?” she asked, her voice tight.

“Nope. But I am glad the pill’s making me do it. Ooh, you taste amazing.”

I buried my face back into her pussy. I licked and lapped and feasted on her. I loved this. Savored my tongue dancing over her folds. I shuddered, the pleasure surging through my body just from the thrill of eating out my first cunt.

My best friend’s cunt.

My left hand shot down between my thighs. I thrust my digits into my deflowered pussy. I couldn’t wait to take my next cock in her. I pumped them in and out of my hot flesh, savoring the juicy feel. My twat squeezed down around my digits. This head rush rippled through me. It was incredible.

I moaned into her twat as my masturbation sent me hurtling towards another orgasm. The depravity of eating Macie’s sweet cunt had me on the brink of my climax already. My tongue licked and lapped up and down her virgin flesh.

I brushed her clit. I danced around it. Then I fluttered my tongue against her hymen. She was still one hundred percent pure. That was so hot. My tongue pressed against it. I wanted to penetrate it. I wanted to poke my tongue through it.

My fingers.

My pill wanted that, but not enough to make me do it. Not enough that would go that far with my friend. She deserved to have the futa she loved and marry do that to her. Or just the one that made her so hot she had to be fucked like a slut in the bathroom.

That was fun.

“Oh, Lola,” she whimpered. “Lola, you’re… you’re…”

“Making you cum?” I asked. I sucked on her clit.

She yelped and nodded, her dress rustling around her. She clapped hands over her burning cheeks. “I’m going to… to do that. Have my orgasm. Oh, Lola. Yes!”

She bucked suddenly and then she cried out as her juices flooded over me. I gasped, lapping up her virgin folds. She whimpered and bucked. Her breasts jiggled. I savored the delight. My tongue danced over her fold.

She tasted so good. That wonderful flavor of her sweet cream bathed my tongue. It was fresher. Hotter. I reveled in it. My pussy clenched on my plunging fingers. My thumb rushed my own clit. Sparks exploded.

I joined my best friend in orgasmic rapture.

The exam bed creaked. It groaned as she shuddered through her pleasure. Then she panted. She collapsed, panting and groaning. I licked at her a few more times, my own waves of pleasure rushing through my body.

“Lola!” she moaned.

I darted up her body, my pleasure rippling through me. I kept plunging my fingers in and out of my cunt as I kissed her with pussy-stained lips. I let her taste herself on me. She gasped and stiffened. Her tongue danced with mine.

It was an incredible experience. I loved her as my orgasm peaked. My entire body trembled through my rapture. I broke the kiss as my ecstasy died into buzzing rapture. I stared into her eyes, searching.

“That was… nice,” she said, blushing.

“It was just the pill,” I told her. “So no guilt.”

She nodded. “We… we should get back to class.”

“Right,” I gasped. “It’s calculus. We have to get going.”

She blushed and grabbed her panties. She drew them over her shoes and up her legs. I caught a final glimpse of her pussy before she seated them. Nurse Luann gave us a note explaining our absence before we were hurrying through the halls.

Macie held my hand as we rushed in silence, my tits jiggling.

We burst into Ms. Miller’s calculus class, every eye turning to us. “Sorry for being late,” I said. “I had to take Macie to the nurse’s office.”

“I just fainted,” Macie said, taking her seat. “Sorry.”

“I’m glad you’re okay,” Ms. Miller said.

“Can I have my relief?” I asked. “I missed the start of class, and I’m horny.”

Macie gasped and gave me this shocked, stunned look. I gave her a hopeless shrug. The pill needed more. I was on fire. My pussy drooled, needing a futa’s cock to fuck me hard and fast. I craved it.

“Sure,” the professor said. “If you need it that badly.”

“I do,” I moaned, trembling.

“I’ll do it,” Guanting Chan said, standing up. The Chinese futa, and head of the A/V club, wore a blouse with a bow tie, her long skirt falling to her knees.

“No, I got you, Lola,” said Isadora Hardy. She gave me a big grin, her brown hair swaying about her face.

“Both of you!” I said and fell to my knees. “First one to my pussy gets to fuck my juicy cunt, the other gets my mouth.”

They both charged forward, stripping off their clothes. Guanting’s skirt came off, revealing a pair of dark pantyhose clinging to her lithe thighs, her futa-dick swelling the front of the red panties she wore beneath. Isadora’s jean skirt let her get naked faster. She hauled it up and over her waist then shoved her blue panties to the side. Her girl-dick popped out.

She landed behind me and reamed her girl-dick to the hilt in me. I moaned as she slammed deep and hard into me, feeling me with that amazing cock. My entire calculus class watched with shock and hunger in their eyes.

“Lola is really getting fucked?”

“That video Shelena posted is fucking real!”

“Damn, the prez of the Purity Society getting wild!”

“It’s just the pill,” I moaned as Isadora fucked me hard. She pounded me with powerful strokes, burying her girl-dick over and over into me. The senior futa hammered me.

“Damn,” Guanting moaned. She fell to her knees before me, fumbling with her nylons. I gasped as she just ripped them open, the pantyhose splitting. The red of her panties became so much more vibrant now that it was no longer covered by the black. “You’re so sexy, Lola.”

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Macie whimpered. “This is like a nightmare.”

“Sorry,” I moaned as Guanting’s cock came out. “The pill, remember.”

“Yeah,” she said, sounding desultory.

Guanting ripped her panties to the side. Her cock flopped out, thrusting from a thick, black bush. I smelled her sweet pussy juices moments before she pressed her clit-dick against my mouth. I opened wide, shuddering as I swallowed my first girl-dick.

It was incredible to have her cock in my mouth as Isadora pumped away at my cunt. Guanting moaned, her bow tie tight about her throat. Her round breasts jiggled in her white blouse as she gripped my sandy-blonde hair.

“The president of the Purity Society sucking on my cock,” moaned Guanting. “Wow, this is amazing.”

“I know,” panted Isadora. “I’m so glad you asked for relief.”

Me, too.

I sucked hard on Guanting’s cock as Isadora hammered my cunt. Pleasure rippled out of my aching pussy. She wasn’t as big as Shelena, but she still felt amazing in me. I whimpered, drool running down my chin as I blew my first cock. It was naughty. Salty precum coated my tongue.

My round breast jiggled as I rocked between them. Isadora’s crotch smacked into my rump. My cunt clenched down on her thrusting futa-dick each time. It was incredible. My mouth slid a few inches up and down Guanting’s dark-olive cock, pleasure crossing the nerdy futa’s face.

She tightened her grip on my hair and fucked my mouth.

I liked that. It made me feel like such a slut. The pill reveled in it.

“Damn, look at Lola go!”

“That’s so hot!”

“Maybe they’ll cum fast and I’ll have my turn with her.”

“Always tomorrow.”

The sounds rippled around me as I blew Guanting and took Isadora’s cock in my cunt. The silky friction fed my orgasm as much as the watchers and the thrill of blowing my first cock. I was doing so many firsts today. I reveled in it, my eyes squeezing shut as I just enjoyed this wicked and wanton pleasure.

Guanting thrust her hips forward. Two futa-cocks fucked me now. I was impaled between them, spit-roasted on their dicks. It was incredible. I whimpered, my tits swaying. Isadora churned my cunt to a froth, bringing me closer and closer to that magical eruption.

It wouldn’t be long. Isadora’s steady, hard thrusts were bringing me towards that wonderful orgasm. I loved cumming. The pill made me into such a slut. I shuddered, welcoming their cocks in me, moaning about Guanting’s futa-dick.

“Oh, damn,” Guanting groaned. “Lola! I’m going to flood your mouth.”

I moaned around her girl-dick and opened my eyes. I wanted her to know that was okay. I sucked with hunger, nursing on her dick. My tongue danced around her shaft as she fucked it in and out of me. Her dick drove to the back of my throat. I couldn’t take her entire length.

What a shame.

My pussy didn’t have that problem. I took every inch of Isadora’s cock. She plowed deep into me, stretching me out. I whimpered, feeling everyone watching me. Macie watching me. My orgasm swelled faster and faster.

I couldn’t take much more of this. Isadora’s cock churned my pussy towards a frothy climax. My cunt clenched and relaxed on her, flaring the pleasure. She gasped and groaned, driving her girl-dick hard and deep into me.

“Shit!” she moaned. “Goddess damn, your tight, Lola!”

“Cum in her!”

“Give the slutty prez what she craves!”

“I always knew you were a slut, Lola! You were trying too hard to deny it.”

“The Program is amazing.”

“Yes,” Guanting moaned and then erupted.

Her hot futa-cum fired into my mouth. My eyes widened as I tasted the jizz fresh from the source. The salty flavor melted across my tongue. I whimpered, gulping it down. I swallowed blast after blast of the amazing delight.

Isadora rammed her girl-dick into my cunt. I came.

My pussy convulsed around Isadora’s girl-dick. She gasped as she drew back and slammed into my convulsing flesh. The pleasure flooded through me. An amazing rapture that swept through my body and drowned me in delicious lust.

Guanting ripped her cock out of my mouth and gained her feet.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled. “Cum in me, Isadora. Cum in my cunt!”

“Fuck, yes!” Isadora gasped. She slammed into me. “Take it, prez!”

Hot futa-cum slashed into my cunt. I groaned, my mouth lingering with the taste of Guanting’s jizz while Isadora’s flooded me. Spurt after hot spurt of her jizz pumped into my twenty-year-old twat. My breasts swayed as the pleasure surged through my body.

“Macie!” I moaned. “She’s cumming in me. The pill is incredible.”

My friend wouldn’t look at me. She was the only one. I shuddered, my mind melting. My orgasm peaked in me. Isadora pumped the last blast of cum into me and then my climax passed. I panted, my tits heaving.

“My turn?” Alisya Corwin asked hopefully.

“No, no, we still have ten minutes left in class,” said Ms. Miller, let’s get back to work.

I nodded and stood up, cum matting my pussy. I slumped down beside Macie, feeling like a million bucks. I stretched my arms, my tits jiggling. The pill was satiated, for now. But lunch break was next.

I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that Macie fled to join the Purity Society and didn’t want to sit with me. Well, that was fine. I ended up not see Macie for the rest of the day, but I didn’t let that concern me. I was having too much fun.

During lunch, while she was off with the Purity Society, I ended up having a threesome with Ginny and her futa-girlfriend Candice. Turned out, the futa did have a bigger cock than Shelena’s. That cute, nerdy freshman made me cum so hard while I moaned into Ginny’s pussy.

“Want to make a porno with us on Friday after classes?” Ginny asked. “In the A/V Club? It’ll help the school out.”

“Sure,” I said, grinning. The pill thought that sounded like a blast. “Just so long as I can fuck Candice again.”

“There’s a few other members of the A/V club that will get their dicks wet, too. You’ll love it.” Ginny smiled at me. “I like finding girls to come to the shoots because Salome is still a virgin, and the only futa I fuck is Candice. But since I was gangbanged during my week in the Program, I make sure she gets pussy to make up for it.”

She was a loving girlfriend, though I was shocked to learn that Salome and her futa-girlfriend were waiting for marriage to have sex. They weren’t even in the Purity Society. The two Hispanic futas were cute together.

I wondered what would happen to Salome if she was slipped the naughty pill…

I asked for relief in my next three classes and had a blast. I was dripping with cum when I walked home naked. Why put on clothes? It was a warm day. Futas I passed on the street appreciated it, and I took a dick up the ass from a hottie out for a jog.

It was only when I got home, I realized I hadn’t heard from Macie since calculus.

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Lola Lovell’s Thursday

The next day, I was dripping with cum when I realized that Macie hadn’t shown up to college. I received dirty looks from members of my Purity Society as I moved through the hallway. They must have heard about what I’d done with Macie. How I’d loved her.

I texted Macie for the tenth time. I contacted her on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram. I sent her a Snapchat, and not a nude one like the pill wanted me to do, but strictly from the shoulders up. I hit her up on WhatsApp.

She ignored them all.

I found something that could finally tame the futa pill and the wild effect it had on me: worry.

I was so concerned about my friend that I didn’t beg for a futa to fuck me during my relief time in my physics class nor my calculus. My lust evaporated despite the fact I’d taken a fresh pill that morning, handed over by President McTaggart when I gleefully stripped naked before getting fucked hard by the twin futa-sisters, Danita and Shanene Hayward. I took one in the pussy and the other in the asshole. It was an incredible delight.

I had pushed Macie too far. She had clearly freaked out, lost to the same shame that used to control me before the pill. Now that I was on it, I wasn’t sure I could ever go off of it. I mean, I know I should return to being a pure girl, but just doing what it wanted was so much easier than fighting my desires all the time.

Having sex felt amazing.

When lunch arrived, I marched down to the college’s nurses office. I had to fix my friend, and I knew just how to do it. I had such confidence, marching forward, my tits bouncing. The futas seemed to sense that I had somewhere to be and most just gave me light gropes on the ass or tweaked a nipple.

I wanted to enjoy myself, but Macie was more important.

I reached the nurse’s office and entered it. “Nurse Luann.”

“Oh, hello, Lola,” the futa-nurse purred. She wore pink scrubs again, a hungry smile on her face as she sauntered out of her office. “Do you need to be… cleaned up?”

My cheeks burned with desire. “No, no, I need another pill.”

She arched an eyebrow at me. “Didn’t you take one this morning when you arrived.”

“It’s not for me, it’s for Macie.” I bit my lower lip. “I don’t think she reacted the way I wanted her to after yesterday. She’s skipping classes and not answering my messages. That’s not like her. I want to take the pill to her house. I know it will calm her down and help her relax. Like it did for me. Then she won’t feel any guilt or shame over what we did yesterday.”

I didn’t. Thanks to the pill.

The nurse bit her lip. “Okay, Lola, there’s something you need to know.”

My brow furrowed. “Uh, what?”

“The pill was just a placebo.”

My head cocked. I shook it. “The pill I took? The one that turned me into a slut? That made me so horny I stopped caring?”

“It’s just a sugar pill,” she said. “It did nothing to you.”

My jaw dropped. The room spun. I grabbed her arm for support as the impact of her words struck me. The blood rushed to my brain and then this boiling darkness hit me. Sounds retreat as I felt myself falling and…

To be continued…

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