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As a young working adult, Sarah sets out to visit her cousins on her own

Sarah, who now has a full understanding of what she is and how she became (or was trained) to be a submissive lesbian slut, has decided to visit her cousins house, where Sarah’s world came tumbling down a number of years ago. For the full story, you should read Training Sarah Part One through Four. She arrived on a Saturday afternoon and her cousins were going to be at their mom’s house on Sunday. So Sarah would stay the afternoon and evening with Aunt Judy and visit with her cousins the following day before going back to the city.

Upon arriving, Aunt Judy dressed in a light summer skirt and a cotton blouse was taken back by the sexy aura surrounding Sarah, she just seemed to ooze sex from every pore, and it sent a chill through Aunt Judy’s body. Dressed in a tight fitting pair of hip hugging designer jeans, and a button up white dress shirt buttoned to give any onlooker a tantalizing view of her young full breasts and glimpses of her sheer sexy bra. Aunt Judy was no slouch, and had kept herself in great shape over the years, and having just divorced a few years ago, she was a cougar on the prowl.

Judy mentioned something about having some friends over the play cards later that evening, but encouraged Sarah to make herself at home in her daughter’s room, and she would make some lunch while she unpacked. Upon entering the room, Sarah felt many emotions rush to the surface, as this is where she was seen licking her own pussy juice off her fingers, fingered one cousin to an orgasm and licking her pussy juice off her fingers, and got caught eating her other cousins pussy right before everyone went to sleep. A shiver went through her body, causing her nipples to harden and her pussy to begin to moisten. She walked slowly into the bathroom, looked over her shoulder to make sure nobody had walked in the room, and then opened the hamper. She pulled a pair of crumpled up, dirty panties from the hamper and raised them to her nose taking a deep breath…they smelled just like she remembered. She unbuttoned her jeans and pushed her other hand down the inside of her jeans and past the waistband of her panties and went straight to her throbbing pussy. She then looked closely at the panties, moving them around in her hand to expose the crotch, opened her mouth and stuck the crotch of the panties in her mouth and closed her lips around the panties.

Like a lightning bolt from the sky, her Aunt’s voice bellowed, “What in the fuck are you doing?” As Sarah wheeled around with the panties still in her mouth, and her hand still on her pussy, she saw her Aunt’s shocked face just a few feet away. Fumbling for words, she could find none, and simply dropped to her knees, wrapped both arms around Aunt Judy’s right leg, buried her face into her Aunt’s thigh and began sobbing. In the next 5 minutes she spilled her guts about everything. Her sister’s blackmail, masturbating in the bathroom while munching on her daughters panties, fingering one and eating the other daughter, and how she was addicted to eating pussy. The chill had returned to Judy’s body, but this time her nipples had hardened like bullets and her pussy was reacting much like it did when she watched porn movies. Rather than scold Sarah with contempt, she turned into Sarah slightly, causing Sarah’s nose and mouth to be just under the hemline of Judy’s skirt, and when she completed the turn, she rested her hand on Sarah’s shoulders which positioned Sarah’s nose against the front of Judy’s now moistening panties.

Sarah could smell Judy’s pussy, and as she wrapped her arms around her Aunt’s hips and her head slipped entirely under Judy’s skirt, Judy reached backwards to the bed an lowered herself slowly onto the bed. Wasting no time, Sarah slipped the crotch of her Aunt’s panties to one side, took a deep breath, and gave her Aunt’s pussy a long, deep lick, which evoked a low moan from her Aunt. Returning one hand to her own pussy, she proceeded to lick, suck and nibble her Aunt to a rather intense orgasm. Sarah then stood up, pushed her jeans and panties to her ankles, unbuttoned her shirt and removed her bra. Standing completely naked in front of her Aunt, she bowed her head, and told her Aunt that she had been a bad girl. She should not have seduced her that way, and now she would submit herself to her Aunt’s punishment, whatever it may be!

After an intense orgasm, and seeing a gorgeous, naked, submissive lesbian that had just eaten your pussy in front of you, many ideas ran through Judy’s head. Almost immediately, Aunt Judy said, “At my card party, you will be the waitress, you will wear a short jean skirt, you’ll find a pair in the top drawer over there, and you will wear the top you came in. No panties, no bra, and you will do whatever is asked of you. Once again, Sarah was in somebody else’s control, her pussy was on fire, and she needed to cum. Aunt Judy pulled her panties off her legs, tossed them at Sarah and said, go ahead, suck whatever pussy juice you want off those panties while you masturbate. Go ahead, I want to watch.

With that, Sarah began sucking on the crotch of the panties in one hand, and began to masturbate her pussy with the other. Aunt Judy just watched the spectacle and began to stroke her now naked pussy. What a find she thought, sure beats surfing porn on the internet.

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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 15
JOB INTERVIEW

On Saturday morning there was an email from Laura’s blackmailer.

She found it early in the morning. She’d gotten up early, and Erica was still asleep in bed, sprawled nude across the sheets, recovering from the raping Laura had given her last night. Laura had crept out of the bedroom, gone to the computer room, bared her tits to the computer’s camera, and then checked her email.

To: Pink-Haired Fucktoy
From: You Know Who
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Good little slut! We are very pleased with your progress at the Mayim Clinic. You are being a very obedient little lezzy pet and we are happy. We have enjoyed watching you rape the cute little fuckpuppet you liive with every night. Thank you for that.

Thank you also for the $1,000 you deposited last night. Good little slutkitten. We won’t need to cut any parts off you this week.

This weekend we have some very special rules for you to follow. They apply from right now until you wake up on Monday morning.

1) You are not to touch your own panties for any reason this weekend, including touching them with an item you are holding. You will probably need your slut lezbo girlfriend’s help to put them on this morning and take them off tonight.
2) You are only to refer to those giant whore tits you have as “fuckhandles”, “sex-balloons”, “milkbags” or “rapemelons” for the rest of the weekend. Use all four terms; cycle through them and don’t leave any out. You are not to indicate your tits in any way other way, including using other words for them, pointing at them, referring to them as “they”, “them”, or “those”, or using non-verbal noises such as coughing.
3) You are to answer any questions about your breasts, your chest area, or any clothes covering your breasts fulsomely and honestly.
4) Instead of a regular bra, you are to wear the special bra that has been delivered to your house. You will find it on your doorstep, along with instructions for wearing it. If you are ever required to explain why you are wearing it, you are to indicate that you like it and that you feel it suits you.

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Laura looked at the instructions. Not touching her own panties was strange, but Laura couldn’t immediately see a difficulty with it. Having to call her breasts…. those names was obscene. If she understood the instructions, she wasn’t allowed to avoid talking about her breasts if it was otherwise appropriate to do so. But having to describe them using those words was beyond humiliating.

Honestly, though, how often did Laura talk about her breasts? Hardly ever, right? She could go a whole day without mentioning them, easy.

The instructions would have been completely trivial except that Laura needed to go looking for work today. She needed an extra job to meet the repayments to her blackmailer. She didn’t have time to send off resumes and wait for replies so she was going to have to go directly to businesses and hope they would hire her on the spot.

The fourth requirement worried Laura. She snuck out of the computer room to the front door, and opened it slightly, covering her still-bare tits with one arm. There was a box sitting there, which Laura pulled inside before closing the door again. There was no sign of who had sent the box but it had clearly come by post, not hand delivery, which Laura was grateful for.

Inside, her heart sank to see the bra. It was nothing but a short length of chain, with each end terminating in a metal clamp. The only other thing included was a photo of a big-titted blonde slut. The slut had clipped the chain to one nipple, passed it around the back of her neck, before bringing it down and fastening it to her other tit.

Laura had to take a deep breath. The “bra” was not only humiiliating, but it looked painful. The clamps at each end were of cruel ridged metal. Tentatively, Laura eased one onto her left nipple, and was unable to stop herself squealing in pain. She had to jam her fist in her mouth to stop herself from waking up Erica.

She looked down at the chain in distress. It was hanging heavily from her left nipple, pulling agonisingly on the soft flesh of her boob. Should she take it off? But she had to wear this this weekend or the blackmailer would… hurt her. Hurt her worse than a clamp on her nipple. Laura tried to calm down and ignore the pain. She lifted the chain, slung it around the back of her neck, and pulled it down towards her right breast.

The chain was too short. It stopped a good four centimetres above her right nipple.

Laura wanted to cry in frustration. It didn’t fit. What was she supposed to do? Tell her blackmailer she couldn’t do it? Would he even reply, or would he just punish her immediately? She pulled on the chain, willing it to reach her nipple, whimpering as it pulled her other funbag upwards.

And it almost did reach. Laura’s left breast was tugged obscenely upwards by the chain, but it almost reached her right. Maybe if Laura lifted her right boob a little…

With a squeak of triumph, she released the second clamp onto her right nipple. Pain shot through her fuckbags but the chain was in place. Cupping her boobs tenderly in her hands, she went to look at herself in the bathroom mirror.

She looked bizarre. Both her breasts were being pulled upwards by their nipples, giving the general impression that her tits improbably angled upwards. The pressure of the chain on the back of her neck was uncomfortable, and her breasts hurt immensely. Unless she was cupping her breasts, every step made them bounce and tug on the chain, which resulted in agonising pain in her nipples. Was she really going to wear this torture device the rest of the weekend?

Laura knew she was. The alternative was too awful.

Trying to ignore the pain in her nipples, Laura dressed herself to look for work. She put on a short pink skirt, and found a white woolen sweater that went some way to concealing the odd angle of her tits. She put on her makeup and styled her hair, and then went to wake Erica up for help with getting her panties on, just as her blackmailer had said.

Erica, of course, wanted to know what was up with Laura’s tits. Gritting her teeth, Laura said, “It’s just a chain that pulls on my nipples. I like it. It suits me.” Erica opened her mouth to ask another question; Laura spoke first. “Can we please stop talking about my… my sex-balloons? Just help me get my panties on.”

Subdued by Laura’s angry tone and fearing punishment, Erica said nothing further, even though she was clearly dying to know why Laura needed help putting on her own underwear, and why Laura was calling her breasts “sex-balloons”.

Once Laura’s panties were on, she thanked Erica with a kiss, slipped her feet into some high heels, and set out in the car to try some workplaces.

Driving felt strange. Laura couldn’t help but feel that every other driver on the road must be able to tell that she had a chain clipped to her nipples, pulling her… rapemelons upwards. She blushed the entire way into the city centre, and when she finally reached the city and parked she had to take several long deep breaths to talk herself into getting out of the car. It felt like she was exposing herself as a colossal slut to anyone who even looked at her. Who was this pink-haired whore deliberately abusing her own fuckhandles in public? But it wasn’t that bad, Laura told herself. She looked at herself in the rear view mirror of the car. You couldn’t really tell, unless you were staring straight at Laura’s bosom. In a sudden motion, committing, she opened the door and stepped out onto the sidewalk, and not one person turned to stare at her. Everyone continued about their business, oblivious to Laura and the distracting pain in her tits.

Laura spent that morning walking from shop to shop, asking about the possibility of casual vacancies on weekends and/or Wednesday nights. At each store she left a copy of her resume. But nowhere did anyone sound enthusiastic about employing her. She had concentrated mainly on clothes shops and boutique retailers. Sometimes the shopgirls that she spoke to looked at Laura’s chest disapprovingly, and Laura would blush. She didn’t know if they had some inkling of the chain pulling her fuckbags upwards, or whether they just had the same opinions about girls with big tits that Laura did, but she knew she wouldn’t be getting a call back from any of those shops. Others seemed suspicious of her pink hair, or possibly the slow, careful way Laura was walking to avoid having her breasts bounce agonisingly against the chain.

At midmorning, Laura stopped for a snack, and had a large bottle of soft-drink and a small side of chips. She then decided she would have to re-focus her efforts. Men tended to like her better than girls – a curse for a lesbian, but a reality nonetheless – so probably she should be looking for work in places staffed by men. If people were going to be giving her boobs strange looks anyway, they may as well be aroused instead of disgusted.

At first this plan didn’t seem to be working either. The various boys and men she met as she continued to hand out her resume did appear to WANT to work with the buxom pink-haired kitten in front of them, but they regretfully explained there just weren’t positions open this time of year. Laura became increasingly frustrated.

Finally her luck changed when she applied at a supermarket. The man wearing a name badge she happened to approach at the service counter turned out to be the store manager, inspecting the shop floor. He introduced himself as David, greeted her warmly and suggested she come upstairs to the offices for an interview immediately.

He led Laura up stairs – stairs which caused Laura’s tits to bounce and tug on their chain painfully – into a small waiting room-slash-break area. Here he apologised and said he just had some brief business to take care of, and asked Laura to wait for a moment.

Laura took a seat. She had just become aware of a pressure in her bladder from the soft drink earlier. She crossed her legs and tried to ignore it; she was so close to an actual interview.

David vanished into an office, and a long time passed. Laura checked her watch regularly, and soon half an hour has passed with no sign of David. She was just about to get up and leave when he finally emerged.

“Ah, Laura, was it? I’m so sorry about the delay. An important phone call came in which tied me up for a while. Would you like to come in now?”

Laura stood, trying her best to smile warmly, and followed him into his office, where she took a seat.

“So,” David began, “You were after one of the checkout positions?”

“Yes,” Laura began, then had to take a deep breath. Her bladder was REALLY full. “Actually”, she said, “I’m sorry, but would it be all right if I took a moment to use your loo?”

“Of course!” said David. “Through there!” He gestured at a door to the side of the office – clearly he had a private bathroom. Laura gratefully went through it, almost running.

On the other side there was indeed a well appointed private bathroom – a single room containing sink, toilet and bathroom. Laura headed for the toilet, but then paused. She had been about to pull down her panties, but had just remembered – she was not allowed to touch her own underwear.

Her face coloured. How was she supposed to piss without taking off her panties? The thought was rhetorical, because she knew how her blackmailer wanted her to do it. He wanted her to wet herself – to piss in her underwear and then walk around in wet panties until she could get home and get Erica to take them off her.

Laura was in an agony of indecision. She knew she was going to have to do it – wet herself – because there was no way she could hold her bladder until she got home to Erica, and the only other option – asking someone to help her take her panties off – seemed even more humiliating. But if she did it here, she would have to go back out and sit through a whole interview with David with urine-soaked panties. If she could hold it in until the end of the interview, she could run outside afterwards and wet herself in an alleyway or something, and then phone Erica and get her to pick Laura up in the car while she hid from view.

Laura didn’t know if she could make it through the interview. She actually sat down on the toilet and thought about pissing there and then. A tiny trickle of urine emerged from her uretha and dampened the front of her panties slightly. But then she stopped – she couldn’t do it, piss herself here and then go talk to a man who would definitely notice. She got up from the toilet again, flushed it to avoid suspicion, and went back outside.

Laura’s bladder was really full now – so full it hurt. In that respect it matched the agony in her chain-bound tits. Laura found it hard to think about anything other than her painful boobs and her need to piss.

“Sorry about that,” she breathed, as she resumed her seat.

“No worries,” said David cheerfully, and began the interview

Laura used all of her effort to concentrate on David’s questions and answer them charmingly and professionally. Yes, she had worked in retail (a lie). Yes, she was good at resolving conflict. Yes, she was great with customers.

After about 15 minutes David’s questions ground to a halt. He was staring at Laura’s breasts. Laura tried to ignore it.

“I’m sorry, are your clothes all right?” he finally asked. “Your… bust appears to be at a strange angle.”

Laura flushed with embarassment. Her mind raced through potential responses. She wanted to just say, “Yes, it’s fine,” and move on, but she remembered rule 3 – she was to answer questions about her breasts fully and honestly. Surely, though, her blackmailer wouldn’t know how she answered this question?

Or would he? What had that call been that David had taken before Laura came in? Was it possible her blackmailer was checking up on her? That was paranoid, was’t it?

Laura remembered the picture of the knife. Better paranoid than dead. She would obey her rules.

So what would she say? What was full and honest? Perhaps, “My breasts are at an odd angle a bit because I’m wearing a special bra.” Except that’s not the way she’d have to phrase it.

“My…. sex-balloons…. are pointing upwards because I’m wearing a special bra,” she said. She felt like crying. It was so humiliating to describe her tits that way. And she needed to piss so badly.

David’s brow furrowed. “What kind of special bra?”

Laura closed her eyes, not wanting to look at him, trying to hold back tears. “A length of chain that loops around the back of my neck and then clips to the nipples of each of my rapemelons.”

David was baffled, horrified, and maybe a little aroused. “Isn’t that painful?”

Laura nodded, sniffling. “It’s very painful.”

David said, “Then why would you wear it?”

Laura knew the answer: “Becuase I like it, and it suits me.”

David was silent for a long a couple of long minutes. Too long. Laura couldn’t control herself any longer. Maybe if she’d been happy and confident she could have held onto her bladder but crying and humiliated, she no longer had that control. She made a quiet little moan, and then started to piss into her panties. She felt the hot piss gush from her pussy and immediately begin soaking into and through her undwear, soaking her crotch.

In the silence of the room, what she was doing was obvious, and it became more obvious as the pool of urine on her seat grew, and began to drip down onto the floor. All of her rear was soaked in it – the front and back of her panties, the back of her skirt. The skin of her ass was wet with piss. And still she couldn’t stop, could do nothing but sit and feel the hot urine gushing from her pussy into the wet cotton of her underpants.

David listened to her pissing for a few seconds, a disgusted look on his face, and then stood. He walked over to where Laura sat, bent down, and pullled up her sweater to expose her tits. Laura let him; it didn’t occur to him to stop him. She was pissing herself in this man’s office – how could she say no to him? It still felt weird to have her boobs exposed in front of a man, but not nearly as much as it used to. Certainly not as strange as wetting herself in front of him. She wanted to stop, but she couldn’t. Her breasts lay there, big and round and exposed to his gaze.

David reached down and gave one of the chains on Laura’s tits an experimental tug. Laura yelped in pain. Her flow of urine was slowing now. Her piss was no longer in her bladder; it was in a deep puddle on the chair around her buttocks, and on the floor below. David leant against the edge of his desk and regarded the piss-soaked slut in front of him.

“How big are your tits, Laura?” he asked, finally.

“My fuckhandles are 32 double Ds,” said Laura. She shifted in her seat, and felt some of the warm puddle of urine slop over the side of the chair and onto the carpet.

“Fuckhandles, huh? Is that how men use them?”

Laura knew she had to be truthful. “I haven’t had a man use my milkbags that way, but my girlfriend uses my sex-balloons as fuckhandles sometimes.”

“Are you a lesbian, Laura?”

Laura nodded.

“And are your tits real?”

“My rapemelons are all natural,” Laura replied. She wasn’t sure whether she should be proud of having natural tits, or ashamed that her boobs were so sluttily big without augmentation. She felt a little of both.

“Well, obviously,” David said, “you are completely unsuitable to work at the checkout. You can’t hold your bladder and you go around torturing your tits in public.”

David’s crotch was at the same height as Laura’s face. A part of her mind recognised that she was in the perfect position for him to reach out and pull her hair until her face was right up against his dick. She squeezed her legs together eagerly.

“But I might have another job for you,” he said. “Do you want it?”

Laura felt a stab of apprehension. “What is it?”

“A girl who’s just wet herself on my new carpet doesn’t really seem to be in a position for asking questions, Laura.”

Laura blushed. “I’m sorry.”

“I’ll tell you anyway,” said David. “I own the Pretty Titty Club. It’s a strip club. I want you to work there.”

“As a stripper?” Laura said. This was awful – she couldn’t be a stripper! She was acutely aware of the warm, wet puddle she was sitting in, though, and just wanted this to be over.

“No, stripping requires talent. You have to be able to dance and be reasonably fit. I’m not sure you’re good enough to be a stripper.”

Laura felt offended, but said nothing.

“I think you’d make a good drinks girl, though. You just have to wander around, ask the customers for orders, and bring them their drinks.”

Waitressing? Laura could do that. More to the point, she knew that with these piss-wet clothes she wouldn’t be looking for any more work today, and she had to get started earning more money to pay her blackmailer’s demands. This was the only job offer she’d had all day.

“I can do that,” she said, hopefully.

David looked down at her with an amused smile. “It’s topless waitressing, Laura. You’d need to keep your tits on display, just like this. And you’d need to start tonight. Can you do that?”

Laura didn’t want to. It was prostitution by degrees. It might not be as bad as stripping, but it was still selling her body to men, even if what she was selling was only the right to ogle her boobs. But… did she have any choices?

“I’d need to be able to keep wearing my…. special bra, for tonight,” said Laura hesitantly.

“I think our customers might like that even more,” said David. “Do you want the job?”

“Yes,” said Laura, defeated.

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Erica picked Laura up after the interview, responding to a summons on Laura’s phone. She pulled up near to the supermarket, and Laura scurried out of the alleyway where she had been hiding, her skirt visibly wet with piss and piss-streaks running down her legs. She got into the car and felt her damp clothes squelch against the leather of the seat.

Erica looked at Laura, curious. “What’s wrong, baby?” she asked. “What happened?”

“Nothing,” said Laura. She was furious. Furious with herself for wetting herself in public, for going out with this painful chain on her milkbags, for agreeing to become a stripper. She hated herself and her life and was on the verge of tears.

Erica caught an edge in Laura’s voice, and they drove home in silence.

The whole drive, Laura couldn’t take her mind off her humiliation and degradation. She had never thought she could or would do these things – deliberately hurting her fuckhandles for the pleasure of an anonymous abuser; agreeing to bare her rapemelons for money, urinating in front of a stranger. It was awful. And as she looked across at Erica, and realised Erica had had a relaxing morning at home while Laura had been doing those things, she felt herself getting angry at Erica too. She stared at the pretty bitch in the driver’s seat and got more and more furious. This was Erica’s fault. If Erica would just make more money at work Laura wouldn’t need to be doing this.

By the time they got home and parked in the driveway, Laura was choking with rage and shame. And when she got out of the car and saw that she’d left a little damp puddle of piss on the expensive leather seat, that was the last straw.

“Erica,” she said. “Come over here.”

Erica was just getting out of the car. “What’s up?” she asked, walking around to Laura’s side of the car.

Laura pointed down at the pissy seat. “Lick the seat clean, Erica,” she said.

Erica balked. “What?”

Laura slapped her across the face. Erica squeaked with pain.

“Lick the seat clean,” Laura said again.

Erica clutched her slapped face. “What…. why is it wet?”

“You made me wet myself,” said Laura. “Lick it clean.” She grabbed Erica’s hair and pulled down on it, forcing Erica to her knees. Erica started to cry, so Laura slapped her again. She wished Erica would stop making a scene: the neighbours might see.

“Lick it,” Laura hissed, and finally Erica obedeyed. Hesitantly, the pretty blonde crawled across to the car door, leaned over the seat, and began to lick at the damp seat cover. Her face crinkled up in disgust, but she kept at it, as Laura watched, until she had run her tongue across the entire seat and the only moisture left was her own saliva.

“Good girl,” said Laura. She pulled Erica to her feet again by her hair, closed and locked the car, and then led Erica inside the house. Erica was still crying, but quietly.

Inside, with the door closed, Laura led Erica to the bathroom. Here, she pulled off her sweater, revealing her chained sex-balloons, and then removed her wet skirt, letting it fall to the floor. “Take off my panties,” she said to Erica. Erica, fearing being slapped, knelt in front of Laura and pulled her soaked panties down her legs.

Once Laura had stepped out of the panties, nude now, she looked at Erica, kneeling on the ground, still holding the wet lingerie.

“Put them in your mouth,” she said.

Erica looked up at Laura, pleading with her eyes.

“Put them in your mouth,” Laura said again. And to her pleasure, her girlfriend opened her mouth and put the pissy, wet underpants into it. Laura thought about her girlfriend’s mouth filling with the sour taste of piss and felt her cunt tingle a little. God, she loved hurting Erica. And Erica was still crying. She remembered the feeling of Erica’s tears against her pussy, and how good it had been, and it prompted her to step forward and guide Erica’s face to rest against her twat.

Erica was confused – she felt like she was being asked to lick her girlfriend’s vagina, but her mouth was full of pissy underwear. She soon learned what Laura had in mind though. Laura planned to use Erica’s entire face as a masturbation toy, and to this end she began to rub her wet pussy up and down across Erica’s face, gripping Erica’s hair as makeshift handles. She smeared her cunt juices back and forth across Erica’s cheeks and forehead, savouring the feel of Erica’s nose running up and down her twat valley, between her labia, feeling the warmth of Erica’s tears on her thighs. Erica made muffled crying sounds, but Laura ignored them, because she was focusing on something else, something she very much wanted to do right now.

And there it was – her bladder wasn’t quite empty. And by relaxing as best she was able while in the throes of sexual arousal, Laura was able to let the last of her urine flow out and bathe her lover’s face. She moaned happily as she pissed onto her girlfriend’s face, even as she rubbed her pussy vigorously back and forth across the unwilling bitch’s features. This was right. This was the degradation that Laura had gone through, and now Erica was sharing in it, because that’s what girlfriends were for. She felt an orgasm building, and squealed out loud as it hit her just as the last of her bladder emptied itself.

Her knees went weak, and Laura lost her footing, falling safely but gracelessly to the bathroom floor in front of Erica. She ripped the panties from Erica’s mouth and kissed her deeply and passionately, Erica tasted like urine and cunt juices but Laura didn’t care. She kissed Erica again and again. The orgasm from abusing Erica had been amazing, and she felt deeply grateful to her girlfriend. “Good slut,” she murmured as she kissed the crying girl. “Good slut.”

Erica, confused, kissed Laura back, and the only thought in her mind was how lucky she was that Laura would kiss her even when she was soaked in piss, and even after she had made Laura so angry somehow. She felt grateful to be so loved. “Good slut,” she whispered to herself.

(To be continued…)

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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 17
INTERLUDE AND RECAP

To: Master
From: Your Little Slut Amy

Thank you again, Master, for letting me pay off my debt to you by being your little fuckslave, working for you at the Mayim Clinic under Dr Windred. I hope you’ve enjoyed the view from the cameras at my home. I masturbated for you specially last night – did you see? You’re a good master, and I know I’m a terrible disgusting slut.

This is the report you asked me for on that cute little lesbian bitch Laura. I’m so happy you sent me such a gorgeous big-titted slut for our lesbian experiments, and I almost wet myself when you gave me access to all the cameras you had her set up in her house and workplace. I love watching the clueless little slut degrading herself. I feel like I’m sopping wet all the time just thinking about it.

I don’t know how much of it you already know – I assume you watch her cameras too – but I try to be a good slut so I’ll include everything. Besides, sometimes everyone needs a moment to refresh on what they already know. I know that I’m a stupid slut who forgets things all the time, for example.

LAURA BEFORE THE INTERVENTION

Laura is 21 years old. She has 32DD cup tits, pink hair, and an adequately fit body. She is a lesbian and has a live-in lover, Erica. Before the intervention she had never had a sexual encounter with a male, and took pride on her lesbian identity. She firmly believes that lesbians are born, not made, and a true lesbian never has sexual thoughts about men, never goes through ‘phases’ of sexual identity, and would never gain sexual pleasure from anything done by a male.

Nevertheless, she enjoys cockteasing male friends by dressing attractively and flirting. She particularly likes to dress like sexualised anime characters. She has poor life-organisational skills, and manages her money poorly. She is particularly ashamed of the size of her fuckmelons, and has identity issues around associating her breast size with porn actresses, who she has contempt for.

THE INTERVENTION

Laura racked up a substantial gambling debt online of nearly a million dollars. That debt is owed to you, Master. Following her non-payment of the debt, you made it clear that you knew who she was, knew where she lived, and could arrange for her and her lover to be raped or killed in their sleep. You instructed her that she would pay at least $1,000 off the interest on her debt every week, and in the mean time would obey your instructions in every respect, or else she would be raped and killed. (A similar arrangement to my own relationship with you, Master!)

As a result of this new arrangement, you have caused Laura to do the following things:

(1) Install software on her computer giving you full remote control over it, including her webcam.
(2) Never sit in front her webcam without her tits bare.
(3) Attend an experimental program run by the Mayim Clinic, where I work. (More on that later.)
(4) Install cameras in her home, car and workplace giving you (and me) full and intimate vision of every aspect of her life.
(5) Film a video of herself claiming she desperately wants to be raped and fantasises about it constantly, and provide it to you, to be made public in the event she ever goes to the police with sexual assault allegations.

The results of attending the Mayim Clinic and needing to find money to pay off her debt have changed Laura’s life significantly.

THE MAYIM CLINIC

On your instructions, Laura attends an experimental program at the Mayim Clinic, where I work. She comes by every weeknight except Thursdays for a session of anywhere between one and four hours. On Thursdays, when she doesn’t attend, we give her homework.

The official goal of the Mayim Clinic program is to show that lesbians can be reoriented to enjoy heterosexual sex. As Laura doesn’t believe this is possible, she isn’t too worried by the goals of the program. However, as you know, Master, the program is actually funded by you, and the goal is to instead condition lesbians to degrade and humiliate themselves and other women, and be obedient fucktoys for men.

The program is run by Dr Tara Windred. She doesn’t know the true extent of the program, or your involvement in it, and she leaves most of the details of the program to myself and her other assistant, Royce. (Royce is creepy. I know he’d like to rape me, but he hasn’t, because I think he thinks he’ll get in trouble if he does. He doesn’t realise that you’ve forbidden me to ever complain about rape, Master. On the other hand, it gets me wet when he plays with that slut Laura and helps her humiliate herself. I’d love to watch him rape that little pink-haired bitch.)

Each time that Laura attends, she takes a powerful aphrodisiac that makes her unable to think of anything but her cunt. It’s hilarious to watch her on it – she acts like a total bimbo. Then we set her up on one of a variety of fucking machines. The machines teach her valuable heterosexual skills like how to suck cock, and at the same time she’s forced to watch a video with training images. The machines masturbate her when she’s experiencing things we want her to learn to like, and electroshock her twat when she’s seeing something she should avoid.

She’s so far been taught the following behaviours:

(1) She can get wet and orgasm while watching porn of women abusing other women.
(2) She can get wet and orgasm while watching porn of men fucking women.
(3) She has become strongly sexually fixated on semen and ejaculation, and fantasises about tasting cum. She rationalises this as a taste in foodstuffs, and not a heterosexual fantasy.
(4) She has been trained to thank the Mayim Clinic staff for degrading and hurting her after each session, and she occasionally also thanks others in her life for humliating and abusing her.
(5) She can orgasm while her tits and cunt are in pain.
(6) She instinctively opens her mouth when a cock-shaped objected is presented to her, and receives sexual pleasure from sucking on it. The pleasure increases when her head is held down on the cock by pulling her hair.
(7) The idea of refusing to take a cock into her mouth, or seeing others do it, is subconsciously associated with pain in her mind.
(8) She instinctively licks clean objects that have been in her pussy, including dildos or her hands.

In addition, a tracking microchip has been embeddded in Laura’s cunt flesh that monitors her location and her state of sexual arousal and transmits data back to the Mayim Clinic – and, through us, to you, Master.

LAURA’S DILDO

As a result of Laura’s new fascination with semen and ejaculations, she has bought herself a strap-on vibrating dildo capable of ejaculating a range of fluids when it “cums”. Laura keeps a small supply of liquids to use with it, including human cum, pig cum, fake cunt juices, breast milk, and urine. She likes to suck on it until it sprays semen into her mouth. She also likes to use it to rape her girlfriend and fill Erica’s mouth or cunt with pig cum and urine.

ERICA

Erica is a slim brunette with D cup breasts. She is Laura’s live-in girlfriend, and has a deep submissive streak. She doesn’t know why Laura is acting differently these days, but does know that Laura is in debt and has to do additional work to pay for it.

As part of Laura’s work with the Mayim Clinic, we advised her to change her relationship with her girlfriend so that Erica would not question her about some of the stranger and more humiliating things we were going to make her do. Much to our surprise, Laura took this as an excuse to enslave and abuse her girlfriend, exploiting Erica’s insecurity and love for her to turn the girl into a total fuckslave. Laura now rapes and traumatises her girlfriend as a way of coping with the degradation in her own life, and appears to gain a lot of sexual satisfaction from doing so.

Erica has had the following new experiences since Laura’s intervention:

(1) She has agreed to let Laura slap her while she is being fucked.
(2) She greets Laura returning home from work by kneeling naked by the open front door with her hands cuffed behind her back.
(3) She has been fucked with Laura’s ejaculating dildo and had pig cum spurted into her cunt. Laura then licked the pig cum out of her.
(4) She has drunk pig cum from the ejaculating dildo.
(5) She has learned to clean the ejaculating dildo by licking and sucking it clean and making sure its excess contents end up in her stomach.
(6) She has posed for photographs in which she is masturbating and pissing, which Laura has provided to us at the Mayim Clinic.
(7) She has dressed up like a whore by Laura and shown off to her friends Taylor and Michael.
(8) She has been forced by Michael to suck his cock twice until he came in her mouth, and then blamed for it by Laura.
(9) She has drunk piss from the ejaculating dildo.
(10) She has been hand-fed cucumber that has spent several hours in Laura’s pussy first.
(11) She has frequently had her clitoris pinched and hurt by Laura during sex.
(12) Laura has pissed on her face.

MICHAEL

Michael is a colleague of Laura’s at her main job at the Department of Families. Before the intervention he was a close and loyal friend, who Laura nevertheless cockteased the way she teased most males. More recently, he has leant a large sum of money to Laura to help her with her initial debt repayments. Now he visits their house occasionally to “check on his investment”.

While Michael may have been content to leave the investment on friendly terms, Laura, due to thinking with her pussy, has managed to set up a situation on two occasions where a drugged and whorishly dressed Erica has tempted Michael into raping her mouth. On the second such occasion, Michael saw Laura masturbating as she watched her girlfriend’s mouth being filled with Michael’s cum. Now it is clear that the “return on investment” Michael expects is sexual.

THE DEPARTMENT OF FAMILIES

Laura’s main job is with the Department of Families, where she works part-time Mondays, Thursdays and Fridays as a generic desk drone. Her immediate supervisor is a man named Alistair, who has long lusted after Laura. As a result of Laura’s new behaviours after the intervention, and the heavy aphrodisiacs she has been made to take by the Mayim Clinic, Alistair has finally had an opportunity to gain a sexual hold over Laura.

Laura’s general reputation at the Department has diminshed substantially:

(1) She has been made to formally declare her status as a lesbian and describe her relationship with Erica in sexually explicit detail in departmental paperwork.
(2) She has signed a statement admitting that she shows off her tits to tease men at work.
(3) After claiming that Alistair had tried to sexually assault her, she was made to retract her accusation by you, Master, and say that she’d made it up because she was “a dumb slut who likes attention”. She was made to repeat this retraction, along with the reason, to all her work colleagues.
(4) Once it had got around that Laura was a rape liar, she was assaulted in the toilets by her bimbo-ish co-worker Candy and made to lick out Candy’s cunt, because Candy had always been curious and no one would believe Laura about this kind of thing anymore.
(5) Laura has turned up to work on several occasions dressed like a slut, and spent several days in a blissed-out haze of arousal due to aphrodisiacs.

ALISTAIR

As a result of Laura’s probationary status at work, she has been required to spend an hour in “special counselling” with Alistair each morning, which Alistair takes as an excuse to abuse and exploit Laura.

(1) He initially made her show him her bra each day to prove that she was wearing one.
(2) She is required to show up to her counselling sessions with her cunt wet and aroused, and spend the session with her tits and pussy bare and on display.
(3) He makes Laura take off her bra and panties in his office, and then keeps them each day, meaning that she spends the day with no underwear and has to regularly shop for new ones.
(4) For a while, he played a game where he would finger-fuck Laura while masturbating his cock, and make Laura talk about something slutty like her sex life with Erica. This would continue until she came or he did. She never managed to cum before him. She was encouraged to attempt to catch his ejaculation in her mouth to avoid having him cum all over her face and tits.
(6) When Laura gets cum on her skin, Alistair won’t let her wash it off, instead making her rub it in and go back to work. He has filmed her licking semen off her tits and rubbing the remainder into her fuckbags.
(7) Due to Laura’s humiliation at working in public with cum on her face, Alistair has told her that on any day where she suggests to him a new degradation he is allowed to visit on her, she can suck his cock to ensure that his cum ends up in her mouth instead of on her face.
(8) Laura has agreed to be completely nude in counselling sessions going forward in exchange for the privilege of drinking his cum on one day rather than having it on her face.

THE PRETTY TITTY

Laura has recently started a second job at a strip club, the Pretty Titty, where she works as a topless waitress. She obtained the job in a humiliating interview where she wore a length of chain painfully clipped to her nipples and wet herself in front of the owner. She attends the Pretty Titty on Tuesdays and Wednesdays during the day and Saturday and Sunday nights.

Her work name there is “Kitten Tits”, and her work involves waitressing with her boobs bare. She gets incredibly horny at work due to the sexualised women around her, but her manager there, Edgar, has given her a “masturbation break” where she can take care of her pussy once per night. As a result of her work at the Pretty Titty she is becoming used to being ogled and groped by men, and soon will find it normal for men to be enjoying her naked fuckbags.

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Well, that’s about it, Master. It’s already amazing how much more of a degraded slut Laura is than when you started her off. She’s now being degraded and sexually assaulted almost every day of her life, and she’s well on the way to learning the skills she needs to be a good fucktoy for men. I think the hottest thing is how she’s started raping and hurting her lover entirely of her own volition. My recommendation is that you take action to further develop that behaviour, master – a slut is a thing of beauty, but a slut who knows how to properly treat other sluts is a joy forever.

Per your instructions I’m now going out clubbing to try and get someone to rape me. I know that I need to be pregnant within two months and that I’m not allowed to consent to sex wiith men until I am. I am looking forward to having my slut tits fill up with milk for you, Master.

Yours faithfully,

Fuckslut Amy
c/o The Mayim Clinic

(To be continued…)

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This is the third chapter of the same story. I recomend that you read the first two stories if you already haven’t. I think this will be my last story, thanks to the kind and contructive comments.

I’m having a nice productive day at work. Numbers and facts are just so black & white and I find it calming. I turn in my chair and pull a report from my messenger bag, before I set it on my desk I notice a tissue drifting to the floor. Picking it up I quickly notice a lipstick kiss from Kendra with a little note “Can’t wait ’till you get off work” I then easily breathe in the scent of my favorite perfume, hers.

My mind drifts and now all of my reports are an irritant as I sigh heavily. I muster as much fortitude as possible although my typical 10 hour day isn’t over just yet. Giving in, I start to pack up my laptop and a few current projects and lock my office.

Smiling at my assistant, “Hey Jenny, I’m going to finish the rest of my day at home, let me know if you need anything…okay?”

“Are you feeling okay?” Jenny worries.

“Yeah, I just need a report that I forgot at home.” I say as I try to sound sincere.

“Okay…don’t work too hard, see you tomorrow!” The young girl bubbles out.

I drive home although get stuck on the freeway with rush hour traffic. I curse under my breath and mumble “What the hell?” not being familiar with rush hour. Finally getting home I pull into the 2 car garage and eagerly enter the house dropping my belongings outside of the laundry room.

I giggle when I hear a faint “Shit, shit, shit” from Kendra as I make my way through the house following a path of rose petals.
Even though I am eager, I slow my pace…since she was not prepared for me to come home this early. I pass through the kitchen and see a note with a freshly lit candle.
“I need you, I want you, I am waiting…”

Still following the rose petals I enter the bedroom to find a bottle of champagne and chocolate covered strawberries on the bed. I kick off my heels and enter the master bath to find Kendra in the large claw foot bath tub. The sight is simply captivating; Kendra’s tan shoulders contrast against the milky water filled with herbal salts and red rose petals floating on the surface. I smile as I let a sigh of content escape my lips. I truly feel that I will never get tired of her innocents and simple beauty.

Kendra tries to give me a seductive smile but ends up laughing, “You asshole, you’re never home early!”

“I’m sorry, after I found your note this afternoon, I just couldn’t wait any longer.” I say as I lean over the tub and kiss Kendra’s full pouty lips, although pull away when she grazes my lips with the tip of her tongue. Her eyes remained closed for a moment and she whimpers slightly.

Suddenly she grabs my wrist that is supporting my weight and pulls me into the tub. With a large splash, water over flows on to the floor. Laughing together, I adjust myself on top of her as she tries to help remove my wet clothes that are now clinging to me. Kissing is a pure art with her; anyone would get lost with her captivating lips and tongue with one taste. She can make my usual stubborn side weak with need within moments. I am pleased to know that I am having a similar effect on her when we don’t even break for air. With our lips never being far, we gasp and breathe into each other’s mouth with pure need and moaning at our unique intimacy. We can’t share enough, if it is taste, breath or wet heat…we can’t be satisfied. Kendra gets frustrated with the buttons on my blouse and moves her attention to the zipper on my skirt. She soon loses patients there as well and resorts to raising the fabric up my waist.

Needing to feel her skin, I run my hand from her hip to the back of her knee. Raising her leg, I hook her foot on the outside of the tub. Even though the water is warm Kendra shivers when I run my blunt finger nails up her thigh, close to but don’t touch her pussy. Even though at first I try to resist my hand inevitably moves like a magnet to her hairless mound and my finger easily slides through her folds and we moan together. Feeling the slickness proves how turned on she is and that only excites me more.

She rolls her head back on the edge of the tub and I graciously start kissing, sucking and nipping at her tender skin. Kendra moans deeply when I run my teeth along her neck and latch on to her skin but pull away before I mark her perfect skin.

“No, don’t stop!” She begs.

I growl with desire because she has never wanted me to give her any noticeable love bites. Tasting her skin is overpowering and I move two fingers towards her entrance although wait for her to pout in frustration. I lick my way back to her earlobe and bite gently. She pushes her damp skin closer to my lips wanting more and I moan at her need.
Knowing neither one of wants to wait any longer I try to prolong this evening by teasing my fingers through her slick swollen tendrils although can’t wait anymore and thrust both fingers into her hungry pussy. Kendra lets out a loud cry of surprise and pleasure. She was whimpering with every little movement, I watch her chest rise and fall with each faltered breath. I think briefly that I am the luckiest woman and wish others could witness this beautiful woman below me although know that I want only her and need her to want no other. I grin knowing that I selfishly have her to myself and won’t give her up for anything in the world. Soon her panting and moans turn to groans and into an animal like growl when my thrusting motion gets faster. Moving slow is no longer an option for either one of us. Gently rubbing her clit with my thumb is replaced with a slamming motion and I curl my fingers slightly to graze her sweet spot.

I pant heavily with desire and my eyes move quickly, trying to capture every feature at the same time. Kendra’s eyebrows rose with every thrust of my hand. She tries to look into my eyes but her eyes flutter shut in between moans and whimpers. Her mouth is open as she tries to gasp for breath but she can’t make up her mind if she wants to smile or bite her lip.

I get more and more turned on knowing that she is closing in on her powerful climax. With my right hand on the back of the tub I support myself and bring my knee behind my left hand and start rocking her whole body with a noticeable force. Water splashes over repeatedly and adds another element that makes me want to go faster and harder.

Kendra suddenly moves her hands to the edge of the tub holding on with white knuckles. She tries to talk although can only mutter out “Okay……okay…okay…ooo..kaaaayyyy!”. Each one said faster and higher pitched than the one before. Her eyes slam shut as she pushes her head against the tub and arches her back before every muscle in her body stiffens then jerks with unpredictable spasms. I start to slow my pace and kiss her gently. I smile when I notice her jaw is still quivering between ragged breaths that wash over my face.

“Thank you” She whispers as she slowly opens her eyes.

“I love you” I whisper back as I kiss her forehead.

“Mmmm…. I love you too, sweetheart”……”But I’m going to test that theory in two minutes.”

“Ahh, I was wondering what all of the flowers and sweet notes were all about” I chuckle as I crawl off of her and get out of the tub.
I strip off my wet clothes and throw down a few towels to soak up the mess that I made before getting back in the tub. Resting my back against the opposite end of the tub, I reach behind my head and fumble for the handle to add more hot water to the oversized tub. Reaching into the water I grab Kendra’s leg and massage her calf muscle. “So, what’s up?”

“Well….” Kendra sighs. “I decided to tell my parents about you, I mean us and was hoping you would go with me for support?”

“Absolutely, but are you sure. I might punch them if they’re not nice to you” I joke but then quickly regret making light of the situation when I see only a small tight smile on her face. “Not a problem, babe. I will be there for you.”

“I would appreciate it, I’m afraid I might chicken out if you’re not there.” She says with noticeable stress in her voice. “I sent my mom a text. (sigh) I thought we could meet for coffee before you go in to the office in the morning…what do you think?”

“Sure, whatever you need.” I try to reassure her, raising her foot I gently kiss her toes. “Then as soon as I get off of work, we’ll go into the city and celebrate your birthday!”

I try to change the tone of things and lift her spirits. No matter how hard I tried there was still a heavy tension with her the rest of the night.

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Morning comes and I try to calm Kendra’s nerves. Her hands were shaking slightly and I could feel her heart pounding whenever I would give her a hug.

Pulling into the parking lot and putting the car in park, I look over and smile at Kendra. My arm is on the headrest and I caress her fresh love bite on her neck and lean over to kiss her. She only pulls away with a tight smile. Looking me briefly in the eye, she sighs heavily,

“What’s the worst thing they can do?” “Just hate me the rest of their lives, right?”

“Oh sweetie, I am sure everything will be just fine.” I try to encourage her although she only rolls her eyes and turns to get out of the car.

As we walk into the coffee shop I quickly notice John Stevenson, the gentleman that sat in my office a few weeks earlier. We negotiated details between our companies and he was none the wiser that I had been sleeping with his step daughter. Sitting next to him was a striking woman, besides the short silver hair was a perfect older version of Kendra. She stands to give Kendra a light hug and kiss on the cheek, Kendra replies with a short “Good morning, Mom….Father.” John doesn’t stand and only narrows his eyes when he recognizes me although doesn’t say anything. Sitting down across from them, nothing is said for a moment until John sternly waves off the waitress when she tries to hand us menus.

“This is…um…my girlfriend, Madison. This is my mom, Vivian and my step father….John.” Kendra stumbles out with a noticeable fear.

“It’s nice to meet you dear.” Her mom says warmly while extending her hand to me.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you Mrs. Stevenson. I’ve heard so much about you.” I lie.

Vivian replying, “We always enjoy meeting any of Kendra’s friends”.

“No Mom, this is my girlfriend. Remember when you asked if I was seeing any one?”

Vivian’s face drops; John calmly pushes his chair back and sets down his napkin that was balled in his fist. “Good day” were the only words he spoke before leaving to walk outside. Through clenched teeth Vivian leans forward,

“Congratulations, you’ve upset your father in record time, Kendra” grabbing her expensive purse she turns and leaves without saying another word.

Kendra drops her head into her hands and sighs, “Well that went better than I thought.”

“I think they like me, but it might be too soon to start calling them Mom and Dad, huh?” I try to joke.

“Fuck it, he never liked me anyways and she always took his side over mine.” She says nervously “Cheer me up, Maddie! Tell me again what we’re doing tonight for my birthday.”

“Well….” I draw out and smile. “You….old lady…..”

“Hey chica, you’re still two years older than me!” she chuckles.

I thought she was overly paranoid earlier this morning but she actually knew exactly how it was going to go. I continue while noticing that Kendra is starting to relax and lightens up a bit.

“We are going to meet up with Tracy and Tammy, the infamous T-N-T around five and we’ll all take my car into the city. If that is okay with you?”
She laughs and nods for me to continue. “We have reservations at that fancy French place that you read about.” She smiles. “Then we are going to take a cab to Club X and get giggity wit it!”

“You’re such a dork!” She rolls her eyes playfully.

“And I got us a room that overlooks old downtown.” I lean and whisper against her shoulder. “Then I am going to devour your body into the wee hours of the morning” biting at her skin sending goose bumps down her arm.

“Oh god,” She moans lightly while staring blankly at the table.

“But until then, you better keep your hand out of your panties. That is my job.” I say before dragging my teeth against her bare shoulder and draw small circles with my finger at the base of her neck. She whimpers slightly at my touch.

“Let’s get going, you can drop me off at my office. Do you mind, getting the rest of our stuff ready today?” I ask.

“Not at all”, she smiles.

We continue talking as we make our way back to the car and Kendra hops in the driver seat. As we make our way down a few side streets we continue to finalize our plans for our long weekend and I lightly run my fingers up and down the top of her thigh.

“I think I am going to take the bottom drawer of your dresser and dump all of our toys into a suitcase!” She teases me.

“Please do!” I reply as I lean over and run my hand under her summer dress. On the inside of her thigh, teasing the tips of my fingers closer to her pussy. Once she pulls into the parking lot she slides a little lower in the seat and widens her legs as much as possible. I move my thumb to press against her tendon at the apex of her legs and immediately notice that she’s not wearing any panties. My eyes widen and then cup her whole mound and squeeze firmly.

“What do we have here, naughty girl?!” I husk out as I lean over to kiss her neck.

As she rolls her neck, she mewls softly before trying to talk.

“I wanted to remind myself of the new me (I squeeze my palm disrupting her normal thought pattern)…th…this morning and…..also give you s…something to think about. I wanted to make sure you had proper moti…vation to avoid any late meetings or (my middle finger slides through her moist heat)….mmmm…conference calls.”

“You don’t have any problem there” I husk out as I curl my middle finger and continue to caress her wet labia.

Suddenly we both jump when someone raps their knuckles on the hood of the car. I turn quickly and remove my hand, flipping down Kendra’s dress.

“Kiss her already and get to work, you’re not on vacation yet!” My boss Bill laughs out. “Morning, Kendra!” he continues with a smile.

“Morning, Bill!” Kendra replies as she turns 7 shades of red.

I give her a quick kiss as I giggle against her lips. “I’ll see you at 4:30, okay?! Love ya!” As I get out of the car. I quickly catch up with Bill and wave bye to Kendra.

I start my work day by organizing my daily agenda and in concentration, I flip through a few reports and put my pen sideways in my mouth to free my hands. Although inevitably I smell Kendra’s femininity on my middle finger and I close my eyes and breathe in deeply. I have a smile of happiness knowing just moments earlier I was stroking her slit.

My eyes snap open when my phone buzzes and hear my assistant say “Mr. Stevenson is…..”

Right then my office door opens swiftly and is closed by an irritated John Stevenson. He takes a few long strides and stands before my desk and I stand to meet his posture. He raises one finger and points at me and through clenched teeth he growls

“You are going to drop this…this thing that you have with my daughter and tell her that you made a big mistake.”

“And if I don’t?” I say with complete confidence.

He smirks with equal confidence, “I will pull my company’s million dollar contract and not only for your division but for the whole East Coast. Then I will sue you for contract violation and that you were involved with un-ethical acts of research when you started dating my new VP’s Assistant.” He continues with even a little spittle coming out of his mouth. “You have until Monday; I expect to hear from you when I get back from my business trip.”

Without waiting for any retort, he turns and walks out of my office and I hear him politely apologize to Jenny for the unscheduled interruption and wish her a nice weekend. God, he is so damn arrogant, it makes me sick.

I fall to my chair with my mind racing, “He can’t do that can he, Kendra doesn’t work for him?!?” I ask myself. “Fuck!” I say out loud. If he has the proper attorneys, he could do almost anything that he sets his mind to. I feel tears pricking at the back of my eyes. How will Kendra take this, is she confident enough with her new orientation to endure this battle? If I lose my job would our new relationship be strong enough to withstand it?

I can’t think, I want to go talk to my boss but don’t know how he will take it. He has always been supportive, although when it comes down to it….business is business….”Damn it.” I swear under my breath. I try to think about all of the possibilities and what will be best for Kendra and me. I just don’t know if Kendra will truly put me before her father.

My day goes by painfully slow and can only come up with a half ass plan. 4:30 finally rolls around and I grab my messenger bag and my lap top. Inside I have a copy of the contract that will now be the focus any spare moment I can find even though I decide to wait until Sunday to tell Kendra. Hopefully I will be able to come up with a clause in the contract and an overall plan on how to handle this whole situation… but right now I don’t want to ruin Kendra’s birthday weekend.

I walk out to the parking lot and I see my vintage Mustang already parked in my reserved spot and Kendra has already moved over to the passenger seat. As I open the door I take a deep breath and try to put on my best fake smile. Turning to see Kendra’s smile genuinely makes my tight shoulders feel better….slightly. Leaning over for a kiss releases more stress… momentarily.

“Remember where we left off this morning?” as she slowly starts sliding her dress up.

I smile at her beauty and playfulness, “Slow down there tiger, don’t get me started just to leave me hanging! We got to go pick up the girls by 5.” I explain.

We drive right to Tracy’s place to pick up her and her girlfriend Tammy. We drive directly to the city which takes a little over 2 hours. The girls are well on their way to enjoying themselves since they have been passing a flask back and forth. Although since I was driving I mainly sulked in my frustration. Every once in a while would catch Tracy staring at me through the rear view mirror and she was even so bold to mouth the words “What’s wrong?”

I shake my head and sigh in frustration because even though I was able to fool Kendra up to this point, Tracy wasn’t buying it!

We reach the hotel, unpack and still arrive via cab to our 8 o’clock dinner reservations. Waiting for our meal to arrive I order a round of dirty martinis. When Kendra excuses herself to the restroom, I reach over and steal Tracy’s drink and slam it in one gulp. I needed a little extra alcohol tonight but didn’t want to tip off Kendra that I was upset.

“So NOW are you going to tell me what’s going on?” Tracy asks.

“NOPE.” I say tightly and Tracy then knows by my tone to let it rest.

I have a couple more dirty martinis and slowly start to unwind. After dinner we all squeeze into a cab and head to a popular gay night club. As soon as we walk in they quickly usher us to a roped off VIP area after giving them my name.

Kendra smiles at me and leans over and whispers in my ear, more like yells over the loud thumping music “Sweetheart, you shouldn’t have!”

“I wanted to make it special, happy birthday, baby!” I return with a light kiss.

As they all get seated, I tell them that I am going to go to the restroom and will be right back. I try to work my way through the crowd and find the bathroom through sea of people and flashing lights. Suddenly a few people move out of my way and there stands John Stevenson. The only thing that is wider than my eyes is his. Before he can say anything a handsome young man in a tight muscle shirt crashes into him throwing his arms around him and yells in an overly dramatic voice, “Johnny, there you are big guy! You almost lost me!”

I smile from ear to ear knowing that ol’ Johnny here has a secret! I see in his eyes a pleading look. I signal with my eyes over to the VIP area, indicating where Kendra is sitting.

“Come on, let’s go!” He yells at the young man.

“Buuuttt….Johnny Be Good, we just got here!” the young stud whines.

I laugh out loud and continue to make my way to the bathroom. When I return to the roped off area I quickly decide to never tell Kendra about what I saw. That will be up to Johnny Be Good, I giggle at the thought of his pet name. Sitting down next to Kendra, running my hand along her thigh, I get her to look at me. I grab her neck and kiss her passionately as I force my tongue into her mouth. She yelps in surprise but quickly kisses me back with the same hunger.

“Mmmm, I got to get you drunk on dirty marties more often!” She replies.

“I’m not drunk, I just love you…happy birthday baby!” I smile.

I look over in Tracy’s direction, to only see a slight smile of relief on her face. My longtime friend knows that for whatever reason, everything is better now.

We continue to dance and party into the late night hours. Watching Kendra dance in her tight black dress has me worked up and I want to get back to the room as soon as possible. It was just too much because while she danced her dress even though it was mid-thigh has now drifted up and revealing more of her stunning thighs. When I caught a glimpse of the top of her garter belt, I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her off the dance floor.

“We are going to take an early cab back to the hotel; we’ll see you gals in the morning!” I say loudly to Tracy and Tammy.

Back at the hotel, the elevator door dings and Kendra and I are alone. I lean against her and successfully pin her to the wall. Kissing my way across her chest, I take in the lingering scent of her perfume and she sighs at my touch.

“What does my birthday girl want tonight?” I husk out against her neck and end with a gentle bite to her earlobe.

“I’m yours; use me any way you want!” She whispers to my ear.

“Mmmmm, promise!” I groan to my sexy woman as I move my thigh between her legs and press against her core.

“I….I dare you” Kendra whimpers against my neck.

I release a deep throaty growl of desire only to be interrupted as I hear the elevator doors open. I turn around to be more presentable to the new passengers. Kendra and I see a husband standing with his mouth gaped open, frozen in place. Then the wife clears her throat loudly and elbows him in the ribs.

“We’ll take the next one, thanks” She hisses.

Alone again we look at each other and giggle. As the elevator travels the last two floors we are barely able to keep our hands to ourselves. Once we arrive on our floor, I step into the hallway and take off my heels and Kendra follows my lead. She knows what I’m silently asking for and she pulls ahead slightly so I can watch her from behind. My eyes start at her bare feet and legs and slowly move up as I drink her in. She knows when my eyes get to her ass because I moan quietly but it quickly turns to a groan when she adds a little wiggle and sway to her step. Finally we reach our room; Kendra gets the key card out of her clutch purse but so cleverly drops it and bends over slowly to pick it up.

“Oh my God!”

I husk as I grab her by her hips and pull her ass into my crotch and grind against her slowly. The door opens and we stumble in to our room and immediately wrap each other up with groping hands. Kissing her roughly, I find the small zipper at the middle of her back and lower it, oh so slowly. My pussy aches at the sight of her body that would be naked if it wasn’t for her black stockings and garter belt. My red dress has now joined hers on the floor and I step to her. Moving her quickly, she lets out a whimper when I pin her to the wall. With steady pressure, I push my thigh between hers. We moan together as she lowers herself to increase the pressure but I bring it back to tease her. Lacing our fingers together, I raise her arms above her head. I attack her neck, knowing it is one of her weak spots.

“Don’t…do not move your hands”

I mumble into her neck. My hands cup her small round breast and I toy with her stiff nipples. Kendra knows and enjoys when I make demands during our love sessions. She arches her back to push herself into my hands, although I pull back again denying her the satisfaction. With my hands now braced on the wall next to her hips, I lower my head and gently flick her left nipple with the tip of my tongue. A soft whimper escapes her lips.

“What was that, did you say something?” I say against her breast, letting my warm breath tease her skin.

“Hmmm, no…” She breathes out.

“Oh, I thought you asked me to stop.” I say with a smile again and watch her skin erupt in goose bumps.

“No, don’t stop!” She gasps out almost in a panic

I flick her other nipple and then drag my teeth across the hard pebble like skin before taking it in my mouth. I lash at her hungrily and then stop abruptly. Letting my fingertips lightly dance across her pelvis, her firm stomach tightens at the sensation. My other hand caresses her thigh as I let the tip of my finger trace lightly under the lacey top of her stockings and then drag my nails to her ass and repeat the same teasing with her lacey panties. Touching Kendra’s body has me drunk on her and can feel my heart beating in my throbbing pussy. My hunger for her taste returns. I leave a trace of wet sloppy kisses down her stomach and to her hip as I drop to my knees. I take large gentle bites at her hip and roughly grab her ass. She rewards my efforts with a whine wanting more. Moving my way to her beautiful pussy, I kiss her gently. She mewls in anticipation although keeps her hips still. I hum and chuckle lightly against her womanhood, appreciating her obedience. With the full length of my tongue I slowly slide through her love petals. She is so wet and sweet in taste I could not hold back anymore. I have always enjoyed the taste of a woman although I am completely addicted to her and only her. Now wanting my fix and wanting to satisfy my appetite, I lash at every inch of her with the strength of my tongue. Kendra raises her leg over my shoulder and pulls me into her wetness. We both benefit from this new position as I take in more of her. My nose rubs gently across her clit and I inhale to add to my enjoyment. Growling at the sensation all of my senses are at max level when I tease her love hole with my tongue and she drops her hips slightly taking more of me in. We lock eyes and her pupils are wide at the sight of me devouring her cunt. She couldn’t keep her hands still any longer and she braces herself with one hand against the wall and the other grabs at my long wavy brown hair. Even though she is so close she tries to push me away. I know she wants to build her climax as long as possible and please me as well although I will not have it. I enjoy her sweet juice being all over my face and keep a firm latch on her throbbing clit with my firm lips and push my face harder into her. Kendra could not keep the free falling feeling from hitting her body and forfeits the fight. She tries to yell my name but only grunts of pleasure escape her lips when she exhales after holding her breath. Her body shudders harder than I have ever witnessed and her hips continue to roll into me for the longest time as my face gets soaked with her juice. Slowing my motions slightly I draw large circles with my tongue across her swollen, pulsated tendrils. Opening her eyes she looks longingly into my eyes and brushes my bangs out of my eyes. Giving her one last kiss on her wet mound, I stand and passionately kiss the woman I love.

“Oh lord, Madison! Why can’t it be my birthday every day? That was so awesome!”

“Anything for my love!” I explain.

“As for you, my love, get on the bed.” Demands Kendra.

I protest caringly, “Just try to tell me what to do, this is your birthday… let me give you a massage.”

Kendra accepts with little protest knowing that I am a lot more stubborn than her and also she loves it when I massage her and knead any unknown stress from her body.

While she lays on her stomach, I start at her feet. Gently but firmly move my knuckles across the ball of her foot. Then move my strong thumbs into her calf muscle. When my touch has relaxed her whole body I continue to enjoy every inch of her skin with kisses. Her skin is getting to me and I feel light headed and need my own release. As I kiss my way up Kendra’s back, I add a few gentle bites and swirls of my tongue. Once I get to her neck I chuckle to myself because my birthday girl has fallen asleep. I fall to my side and snuggle up next to her. Soon her rhythmic breathing has me relaxed and I fall asleep too.

“Mmmm” I moan as I slowly wake to Kendra’s fingers gently caressing my back as she kisses me in between my breast. “And good morning to you, love” I say with a rough sleepy voice.

“Good morning, I am sorry I fell asleep on you last night. Will you ever forgive me? She playfully pleads.

“I don’t know, I’m pretty upset” I tease back and try not to giggle.

“How about I eat your puss, until you forgive me?” She chuckles against my skin.

“I don’t know it might take a while, I’m pretty mad!” I chuckle.

I can’t help but let out a full smile at the simple thought of her between my legs. She slowly moves lower with each kiss and lick. Below my bellybutton she pauses to add to the anticipation. I whimper wanting her to continue lower. I can feel her smile against my skin and I groan dramatically and push down on her shoulders and she laughs before she continues lower. Suddenly we are interrupted by an evil laugh ringtone coming from Kendra’s cell phone. She looks up at me and rolls her eyes in anger.

“That’s my asshole step dad, always ruining everything. I’m not going to be yelled at this early in the morning, he can just leave me a voice mail.”

“Oh come on, don’t be a baby… I think you should get it” I smirk, trying not to indicate anything with my words.
She reluctantly rolls off the bed to retrieve her phone. Sitting back on the bed she stares at her phone for a second before sighing and hitting the green accept button. As she answers with a stern “Yes, Father” I slide over in the bed and bite at her bare ass playfully and she pushes me away with a stressed clearing of her throat. I giggle silently remembering John’s pet name from his young boy toy. All of a sudden I see Kendra’s shoulders relax and she continues with a series of okays and uh-huhs.

“Yes father, I mean dad… I’ll do that…..okay. I love you too.” Kendra says into the phone before hitting the end call icon. Kendra looks over at me with the most confused look on her face, although I am already smiling from ear to ear.

“Well…I think hell just froze over! That was my dad and he just told me that he loves me and that he will always support me…..and he even said that I made a good choice in you and how smart you are. He even told me to tell you hi…..?!?”

“See, I told you should have taken the call!”

“I think that has to be the best birthday present ever!” She says with a big toothy grin.

“I am so glad you and your dad are doing better.”

“No, I mean the best present is that I now get to be with you and don’t have to hide it!!” she says as she lays down on top of me.

“Now I want my birthday cake” as she resumes to her previous spot between my thighs.

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The futa and her little sister spy on the busty twins!

Futa’s Wild Passion

Chapter Eighteen: Futa Spies on the Twins

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to FallenAngelX00 for beta reading this!

Allie had her laptop out and booted up on my bed. She was wearing a skirt, but I knew she didn’t have panties on underneath. Her naked twat had flashed at me when she’d raced before me up the stairs to reach my bedroom.

I reached beneath my skirt and shimmied out my panties. My futa-cock groaned in relief. Even these roomier panties, designed for transwomen who hadn’t had their sex change operation to remove their penis, didn’t quite have enough for a futanari. We were just hung. All fifteen or so of us in the world. So there was little chance of having clothes that fit our massive cocks.

It tented the front of my skirt. I hiked that out and let my pale shaft spill out. Allie was busy navigating her laptop with the touchpad. I slid onto the bed behind her, my cock nuzzling into her thigh. She threw a look over her shoulder, her strawberry-blonde pigtail almost smacking me in the face as it whipped around her head.

“Mmm, I need that cock in me,” she moaned, her blue eyes twinkling.

“My cock was just in you,” I pointed out. We had just returned home from our incestuous study session with my friend Pita and her hot mother. The four of us had sex in all manner of ways, thoroughly enjoying each other.

“But that was, like, fifteen minutes ago,” Allie said. “That’s so long for me to go without you in me.”

“You go longer than that every day at our college.

“And it’s just torture,” she moaned. “Don’t you know how much I suffer because your futa-cock isn’t in me.”

“My apologies,” I said, sliding my cock up her thigh. “I’ll fix that right now.”

Allie let out a theatrical sigh. “You’re the best. I love you, Jenny.”

“And I love my cute, adorable, bratty sister,” I purred.

She giggled, not objecting to any of those adjectives.

My cock reached her pussy. I nuzzled into her twat, savoring the feel of sparse, eighteen-year-old bush covering her tight cunny. She opened up the spy program she used to connect to our twin sisters’ laptops.

I could hardly contain blurting out what was about to happen. So I thrust my futa-cock into Allie’s pussy.

She gasped and shuddered. Her cunt clenched down on me as my futa-dick slid deeper and deeper into her pussy. Her wonderful snatch massaged me. The pleasure flowed down my cock to my own snatch. The heat rippled there and then washed out through my body in wonderful ripples.

I hugged my little sister tight as I marinated in her pussy. I reveled in the incestuous grip of her silky, hot flesh about me. She groaned and shifted in my arms, her back rubbing against my breasts. My nipples throbbed against my bra.

“Okay, let’s see if the twins are magically doing anything naughty,” Allie said.

She opened the webcams. We had two different feeds. One was a close up of Tara, one of our older sisters, who looked to be using her laptop. She was peering at the screen, her green eyes studious. She had the same color irises as me but had our mom’s blonde hair instead of my fiery locks. Allie was in between the twins and me. The other camera showed Sara—I could tell the difference between them by how they parted their hair, Sara always on the right side. They were identical unless you really knew them. Then you could see minute differences in facial structures and little blemishes on their skin.

Naked, of course, it got even easier to tell them apart since Tara had her clit pierced and Sara both her nipples.

“See, they’re doing nothing,” sighed Allie. “Our older sisters are so boring. They could be having hot twincest all the time.”

“And inviting a certain, bratty little sister into their bed?” I asked, drawing back my cock.

“Yes!” Allie shouted.

“Shhh,” I said. “We have to keep it down.”

“Right, right.” Allie squeezed her pussy down around my withdrawing cock, sending a flare of pleasure down it. “Can’t have those two prudes find out the rest of us our fucking. They’ll ruin it all. Ugh, I can’t believe the four of us came from the same pussy.”

“And what a yummy pussy that is,” I said, remembering the last time I had sex with our mother.

“Uh-huh,” Allie whimpered. “If the twins weren’t home, we could be having fun with Mom. They better not be around on Saturday to ruin Mrs. Asis’s visit.”

Pita and her mom were coming by on Saturday to, hopefully, let Mom join the fun.

I slid my hands beneath Allie’s shirt as I pumped away, the twins busy with their homework. My fingers slid up and up my sister’s belly to reach her breasts. I squeezed her small tits, kneading them as I savored her pussy. Her cunt squeezed around me.

She whimpered, wiggling her hips and stirring her juicy cunny around my cock. I loved my sister. Loved being in my sister, too. My cunt drank in the pleasure her pussy generated. I trembled, waiting for the fun to begin.

Tara leaned back from her laptop and thrust her arms over her shoulders. Her large breasts stretched out the tank top she wore. “I need a break.”

“Yeah, me, too,” said Sara. “My head’s starting to hurt.”

“Think we have time before dinner?”

“They’re home, Tara.”

Allie perked up. Her cunt squeezed around me. “Why do they care if we’re home.”

“That little pipsqueak is not watching us any longer. She’s got to have grown bored with spying on us.”

“They know?” Allie gasped. “Wait, does that mean…?”

“Fine, but we have to be quiet,” Sara said. “Mmm, sixty-nine?”

“I could eat you out and cum at the same time,” Tara said and popped off her tank top. Her breasts appeared, jiggling in her black bra. She unhooked that next. Her large tits spilled out right before the camera, her gold nipple rings on display.

“Holy fucking shit!” gasped Allie. “I knew it! I knew they were into twincest! I told you, Jenny! I told you they were doing more than studying in their room!”

“Yes, you did,” I moaned, thrusting harder as Tara stood up and crossed to Sara. The webcams caught them from two different sides. They were both topless as they kissed with hunger.

I knew they were lovers since the lunch break today. At the secret lesbian club meeting in the dean’s office, I had learned that Tara and Sara had been seduced into sapphic incest by none other than the head of our college.

Tara and Sara were just like me: afraid that the family would find them disgusting for engaging in incest. They had revealed themselves today in the middle of the orgy hoping I would be too turned on to care.

Little did they know I had been banging Allie and Mom all week.

“This is so hot!” Allie groaned as they kissed, her pussy squeezed around me. “We’re going to have so much fun messing with them before we reveal we want to join in.”

“Mmm, yes, it’s fun teasing a sister,” I said, rolling her nipples between my fingers.

“Yes!”

Allie squirmed so much as I pumped away at her pussy. I thrust into her hard and fast. I savored how her snatch squeezed around my cock. She massaged me with her silky grip, sending such bliss shooting down to my twat. The pleasure grew and grew in my snatch, flowing down my clit-dick.

The twins shoved down the other’s skirt as they kissed with hunger. They wore matching panties, black and lacy that hugged their asses. They each shoved their hands into the other’s panties, cupping the other’s butt-cheeks. They gripped and kneaded each other, moaning as they kissed.

“So hot!” groaned Allie. “Mmm, Jenny, we got them.”

“Yes, we do,” I cooed.

I savored every stroke into my little sister’s twat. Her excitement sent a wicked thrill through me. The twins drifted to the bed, still kissing with their hands down the other’s panties. They reached the bed and broke the kiss. The ripped down those panties and kissed again.

Allie gasped, her cunt squeezing around my futa-cock. “Does Sara have a pierced clit? I thought I saw something.”

“No idea,” I lied, thrusting away at my little sister’s twat. I pumped hard and fast at her, reveling in plowing into her snatch. “But sure is sexy. Mmm, they’re going for it.”

Sara ended up on the bottom. Tara’s breasts swayed, her nipple piercings flashing, as she straddled her twin’s mouth. She settled down on Sara’s mouth. Blonde hair fell around Tara’s face as she went for Sara’s pussy.

The twins sixty-nined.

Allie groaned.

I thrust harder.

I pumped away with passion at my younger sister’s cunt as we watched our older sisters devouring the other’s pussy. They feasted on each other. They licked and lapped and ate each other out with such passion. It was so sexy to watch.

It made my cock so hard. I thrust into my little sister’s snatch. I pounded her hard and fast while Tara and Sara moaned their passion, their rapture coming out tinny through the laptop’s cheap speakers. They licked with enthusiasm.

“So hot!” gasped Allie. “They’ve done this a lot. Incest runs in the family! We’re all such horny perverts!”

“Yes!” I gasped, pinching her nipples. “And a certain bratty sister is the worst!”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

Her pussy went wild around my girl-cock. I shuddered at the intensity of her orgasm. Her flesh quivered and writhed with such enthusiasm around my clit-dick. It was a wild thrill to enjoy. A wicked and wild passion. I drank it in. I loved every moment of her pussy going wild around my shaft.

She sucked at my cunt. She drove me wild. I buried into her snatch as I watched the twins devour each other. Sara’s hands clenched around Tara’s butt-cheeks, holding tight. Fingers dipped into Tara’s crack.

“Yes, yes, Sara, go for it!” hissed Allie. “Finger Tara’s asshole.”

Tara spasmed.

“You wicked sluts!” Allie moaned, bucking harder in my arms, her pussy sucking at my girl-dick slamming into her heavenly snatch.

I groaned at the wild thrill of her pussy convulsing around me. That hot embrace spasmed with such hot intensity about my girl-dick. I groaned, my body bucking with wild enthusiasm. I panted and thrust into her, unable to hold back.

I erupted.

I shuddered and bucked on the bed, holding Allie tight, as I pumped her cunt full of my jizz. My little sister’s pussy went even wilder about my cock. She spasmed and writhed. She milked me with her silky glove. Juices gushed out of me. This amazing pleasure surged through me.

It was awesome.

“Jenny!” Allie moaned, bucking in my arms. “Oh, Jenny! Jenny!”

We weren’t being quiet, but it didn’t matter now.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I panted. “Oh, my god, that’s hot. That’s delicious. Mmm, I’m cumming so hard.”

“I bet you are!” Allie shuddered. “I know you are! I can feel it!”

Hot and wild eruptions of cum fired out of my dick. I groaned, the pleasure screaming through me. Stars burst across my vision. I bucked and moaned, loving every minute of that delicious rapture screaming through me.

I hit the peak of my pleasure and panted. A momentary wave of darkness washed across my expression. When it cleared, the twins were still devouring each other while Allie’s pussy wrung the last of my cum out of my dick.

“I just knew it!” Allie groaned. “Didn’t I, Jenny? I called that they were lovers.”

“Yes, you did,” I said, stroking her arm.

“Oh, we’re going to fuck with them during dinner,” Allie purred. She licked her lips. “They have no idea you’re fucking me and mom. I’ll make them squirm for keeping this from me.”

I tried to hide my smile. Luckily, Allie had her gaze glued to the screen.

The twins were moaning louder and louder. It was clear their climaxes approached. They were both squirming, their big boobs rubbing into the other’s belly. They moaned and gasped. Then they bucked.

Their orgasms moaned through the cheap speakers, almost screeching into shrilling feedback. The pair were in heaven. They licked up all that yummy pussy juices. I could say, after the last five days of fucking, that my sisters all had yummy pussies.

Not surprising since Mom’s was just divine.

Tara slid off of Sara. The pair turned around. They planted hungry kisses on the other. They loved each other like Allie and I did. I smiled at the twincest love on display. Their secret romance exposed to our eyes.

“They’re so cute together,” Allie said. “Just like me and you.”

“Uh-huh,” I said. I wanted to share my relationship with Allie to the world, but there were more and more people I could tell about it. Allie’s naughty friend, Kathy Greene, was in the lesbian club as were my friend Briana, Dean Washington, and a few other professors I didn’t know that well.

They all accepted Tara, Sara, and me having sex. Allie would be a cinch. Kathy would want threesomes with us, and then we could seduce Kathy’s mother, my professor Mrs. Greene, into our fun, too. She just had a baby and her breast milk tasted amazing.

“Dinner!” Mom called from below. “Come on, girls, get down here and eat it. Then you can get back to your studying.”

“Oh, we’re going to be studying all right!” Allie said, watching as Tara and Sara scrambled to get dress. “Mmm, studying twincest tonight!”

I giggled.

She wiggled off my cock and scampered off my bed, not bothering to do more than shove down her skirt and adjust her tank top. I grabbed my discarded panties and pulled them on while Allie pressed her ear to the door. Then she burst out into the hall.

“Oh, hey, how’s studying going?” Allie asked.

“Fine, fine,” one of the twins said. I couldn’t tell them apart by voice.

“Cool, cool, what are you studying? Biology?”

“History,” the other twin, or maybe the same one, answered smoothly.

“Oh, yeah, what? Women’s liberation? Studying how we got free to vote and own property and have jobs and be lesbians.”

“Lesbians?” One of the twins asked. “You’re weird, Allie. You know that?”

“Sure, sure, I’m weird,” said Allie. “I mean, you and Tara are always in your room. Alone. Studying all manner of things. Why, I bet it’s positively cozy when you two are feverishly studying. Just working each other into a lather as you memorize this or that. Poke around. Probe. Get into the subject matter real deep.” Allie sniffed. “What’s that smell?”

Then she darted away, giggling.

I shook my head and stepped out. The twins both had smirks on their faces. “She’s not subtle,” Tara said while Sara added, “Why didn’t she just accuse us of being dykes?”

“She wants you squirming all through supper,” I said as I strolled past them. “She wants you afraid that she’ll tell mom about what you two are doing in there.”

“What a brat,” one of the twins said.

The other grunted in agreement then added, “I’m not sure I want to play with her.”

“Oh, don’t be like that,” I said. “She’s got a pussy full of my cum. I know you’re both dying to taste it out of her tight twat.”

“Yes,” they groaned together.

Allie was helping mom set the table, something suspicious. “I kept hearing these weird noises while I was studying,” Allie said. “I don’t know what they were. Like the house was settling or something. It came from the twins’ room.”

“Oh,” Mom said. “I’m sure it was just nothing. This house isn’t young. Bound to hear funny sounds.”

“True,” Allie said, looking up. “Tara and Sara, did you two hear any weird groaning coming from your bedroom just a few minutes ago?”

“Just the normal sounds,” one of the twins said.

“Yep. Nothing unusual I heard.”

“See,” Mom said brightly, setting down a creamy mushroom and chicken casserole in the center of the table. “Go get the green beans, Allie.”

“Sure!” Allie said and gave the twins piercing looks. Then she darted off.

I set down to Mom’s right, who was at the head of the table, with Tara on my left. Sara sat across from her twin and Allie came back with the green beans and took the open seat across from me. She had this big grin on her face.

“I bet the twins wished it was tuna casserole,” said Allie as she spooned green beans onto her plate. They’d been cooked with bits of bacon for more flavor. “They just love fish, right? Especially fish tacos.”

“Oh, absolutely,” said Tara. She glanced over at Sara. “You know, Sara makes the best fish tacos I’ve ever had. Just knows how to spice them up.”

“Mmm, but Tara’s are pretty good,” Sara added as she scooped up the casserole on her plate.

“Oh, you should make them tomorrow for dinner,” said Mom. “I’d love to try them. We won’t have Jenny, so we can have a casual night.”

“Yeah, do that,” Allie said. “Show mom just how you like to each other’s fish tacos.”

“I don’t see why you’re saying that like it’s weird,” said Sara. She gave Allie a fixed look. “They’re just tacos.”

“Delicious tacos,” Tara groaned.

Allie’s vexation flashed across her face. This was not going the way she wanted. She shifted in her chair, giving Tara and Sara studious looks in turn. My sister’s blue eyes narrowed. I wondered what was going through them. Was she trying to figure out if the twins were missing her signs, or if they were playing along with her and acting like what she said was perfectly innocent?

Allie spooned up her casserole and stirred it around. I could almost hear the little hamster in her mind running fast on the wheel, her thoughts practically squeaking as she toyed with her food. Then she took a big mouthful.

“That’s a strange perfume you have on, Sara,” Allie said, glancing at our older sister beside her. Allie leaned in and inhaled. “What is that, Ode de Tara?”

“I’m not wearing any perfume,” she said.

“Then what is that musk?” Allie glanced at Mom. “You smell it.”

Mom inhaled. “I smell the casserole.”

“It’s really good,” Tara said and took a large bite.

Allie sighed then she shifted, “They’re studying history up in their rooms.”

“Yep, history of lesbians,” Tara said without missing a beat.

“Have to do a lot of research,” Sara said, not even smiling. “It’s for our class. We’re in an LGBT module.”

“It’s been quite fascinating. The things we’re learning. Just delving deep into the material. We were having a heavy study sesh when you called us down for dinner.”

“Yeah, we could have just kept going at it.” Sara smiled. “I’m eager to get back to it. I got that itch.”

Tara nodded. “You know that itch, right, Allie?”

Allie glared at them both. “This isn’t funny.”

“Why would lesbians be funny?” asked Tara.

“You’re not homophobic, are you?” Sara asked. “I know Reverend August is, but I didn’t think you are.”

Flashes of Reverend Helen August danced through my mind. I had masturbated to her and mom with my cock on Sunday. It had been while I was cumming thinking about them that Allie had burst in on me and capitalized our relationship.

“I’m not homophobic,” Allie said. “But Mom is. She doesn’t like lesbians. She agrees that it’s wrong. I don’t think she would like what you two are studying.”

“Oh, they can study lesbian history,” Mom said. “Eat your dinner before it gets cold, Allie.”

Allie let out a frustrated screech.

Mom wince. “Now, really, Allie, it’s not that bad.”

“They’re having sex!” Allie said, pointing at Tara and Sara. “They’re having sex all the time. They eat each other’s pussies. They were just doing it.”

If she expected the twins to panic at that, Allie was in for a shock because they just each took a bite of their casserole. Sara let out a groan of delight and squirmed beside me like she thought she’d eaten the best thing in the world.

“No, really, Allie,” Mom said, standing up and moving behind her. “Why would you think they were having sex just now?”

“She put software to spy on us through our laptops,” Tara said and turned to Mom. “I don’t see what the big deal is since she’s having sex with you and Jenny. You’d think she’d understand.”

Allie’s jaw dropped.

Mom leaned down and kissed Tara right on the lips, slipping in plenty of tongue.

Allie’s eyes bulged.

I leaned over to Sara and kissed her on the lips, thrusting my tongue into my older sister’s mouth.

Allie let out a strangled groan.

Mom and I kissed our respective twin, tongues dueling. I stroked Sara’s thigh beneath the table. She cupped my breast through my top, squeezing my round mound.

“What the hell is going on?” Allie demanded.

I broke the kiss and smiled at Allie. “Why, family dinner. Now, would you like to lick a creampie out of Sara’s pussy or not.”

“Of course I would!” Allie said. Then her eyes widened. “You knew, Jenny! You knew they were having sex! You set me up!”

“You were trying to set us up,” Tara said.

“I found out at school today,” I said. “The twins knew you put spyware on their computer and they’ve been so frustrated for days thinking you were going to bust them. They haven’t been able to have sex in their bedroom like they love. So they need some extra loving.”

“Mmm, they do,” Mom purred. I had called Mom today and let her know all about our planned fun for dinner.

“I… You… This…” Allie stamped her foot. “You were all messing with me.”

“Yep,” I said as I stood up and pulled Sara with me. I grinned at my older sister, my futa-cock eager to make love to her again. “You can be a brat, Allie. I love you—I really, really do—but you deserved some teasing back, don’t you? I mean, you did put spyware on their computers.”

“So I could confirm they were in the throes of twincest, tease them to distraction, then offer to join the fun. Then the three of us were going to seduce you and then we were going to go for Mom as a team. I didn’t expect you to become a futa or… or…” Her words trailed off. “Oh.”

“Yeah, kind of a brat.” I smiled at her. “But that’s why we’re going to go to the living room, have sex, and you’ll have to watch. Then you get to join the fun. How does that sound?”

“Amazing!” Allie jumped up and down, her pigtails dancing. Then she spun around and threw her arms in the air. “The entire family. All five of the Riter girls getting it on! Oh, this will be so hot! Kathy Greene will eat her heart out if I could tell her.”

“She’s in the secret lesbian club at our college,” said Sara casually as she led me to the living room. “She’s eaten mine and Tara’s pussies loads of time. Even both of ours together.”

“WHAT?”

I giggled at Allie’s echoing screech. This was a lot of fun. Allie needed to be teased from time to time or her brattiness would grow so large, it would swallow the whole world in her mischievousness. And she was so cute when she was frustrated, too. I wanted to just rain kisses all over her.

In the living room, things progressed. The twins ripped off the sweatpants and t-shirts to reveal their naked bodies. Mom had her sweatpants and top off, too. She was equally naked beneath. Was I the only one in the family wearing panties?

Mom and Tara were making out with hunger, my sister pinned beneath Mom on the couch, by the time I was down to bra and underwear. Sara was on the floor, her legs spread wide, her pierced clit gleaming. She tugged on it, watching me.

“Hurry up!” she moaned. “I want that cock in me. Once wasn’t enough. I need you pounding me, Jenny.”

“Yes!” Allie hissed. My sister came up behind me and yanked down my panties.

I gasped as my cock popped out. My clit-dick bobbed before me. It twitched and throbbed with my wild heartbeats. The spasms rippled up my cock. I groaned, pussy juices trickling down my thighs. I unhooked my bra while Allie pushed on me from behind.

“Get in her pussy so I can lick her clean!” Allie moaned. “Right now, Jenny!”

“How do you put up with her?” Sara asked as I peeled off my bra, baring my round tits.

“When you love someone, you put up with all their brattiness.” Then I giggled. “And, honestly, she is so wild in bed. She is a minx. You’re going to love her enthusiasm channeled into appropriate places.”

Mom moaned her agreement.

She broke the kiss with Tara and kissed my sister’s neck to her boobs. Mom pressed her face between them, rubbing those lush mounds into her face. Tara groaned, her blonde hair fanned over the couch’s armrest.

“Mom!” she groaned. “Ooh, you’re a boob girl, huh, Mom?”

“They’re just so sexy. I love all my daughters’ boobs.”

Smooch.

“Mmm, and these are just such lush and delicious ones.”

Smooch.

As mom kissed all over Tara’s tits, I was pressing my cock into Sara’s pussy. I brushed her clit piercing, making her gasp, then I slid down to the entrance to her juicy twat. My older sister grinned at me, her eyes wide and bright.

I leaned down and I kissed her on the mouth. I thrust my tongue past her lips. Mine dueled around with hers while my cock slammed into her pussy. I groaned into the kiss as my clit-dick penetrated to the hilt in my sister’s snatch.

She squeezed around me. She held me tight and squirmed on the floor. Her fingernails scratched along my back. They slid down to my rump. She gripped me. She held me tight. Her digits dug into my plump ass and pulled me into her snatch.

I loved it.

I kissed her with hunger and pumped away at her twat. I thrust with hard strokes. I rammed into her, churning her up. It was so exciting to do. I reveled in it. I loved every moment of penetrating her cunt and stirring up her snatch. She kissed me with hunger. Her tongue danced and played with mine.

“That’s so hot,” Allie moaned. I felt her breath washing over my cock as it pulled out of Sara’s pussy. “Just watching you pump away at her cunt. Are you going to knock her up?”

“Maybe,” I groaned, no longer afraid of that prospect. “After all, Mom might be a mommy again.”

“Yes!” Mom groaned. She was kissing down to Tara’s pussy now.

“That would be so hot,” Allie purred. “Just like watching your cock plunge into Sara’s pussy.”

I thrust into Sara, my round breasts pressing into hers. She groaned, her blue eyes sparkling. I rubbed my nose against hers, loving the sounds she made as my cock rammed into her pussy over and over again.

Then I gasped as Allie’s lips nuzzled in to lick to my cock as it pulled out. She lapped up Sara’s juices. She was supposed to just be watching, but she felt so good on me, I couldn’t tell her no. I rammed forward. Her tongue slid through my pussy folds, teasing me.

Sara gasped, her pussy clenching around me. I shuddered, loving the feel of her around me. I pumped away at her, thrusting with all my enthusiasm into her snatch. My sister’s tongue licked at my cunt and cock. She smacked her lips in between her teasing flutters.

“Mmm, you two taste so good,” Allie groaned.

“She feels amazing in me!” panted Sara, her snatch squeezing on me.

“You should cum on her dick!”

“Yes!” Tara moaned. It might have been in answer to Allie, or It could have been because Mom devoured her. Tara thrashed on the couch, getting feasted on by Mom.

It was hot to watch with my cock driving into one sister’s twat while the other licked at my futa-dick and cunt. My ovaries brimmed with the load of cum that I would fire into Sara’s pussy. I would make her explode.

Her snatch squeezed around me. The pleasure shot down my shaft to my cunt. Allie’s tongue fluttered through my folds as I thrust back into Sara. Another exciting bit of stimulation that was driving me to the edge.

“Oh, yes, yes, Mom!” gasped Tara. “Oh, my god, I can’t believe how good you are at eating pussy! You’re amazing! Sara, you have to feel Mom eating you out!”

“Are you cumming on our mother?” asked Sara, her snatch clenching around my futa-dick.

“You better fucking believe I am! “Tara howled. “Mom! Mom! Drink down all that cream gushing out of me! Oh, fuck, isn’t that just the best fucking pussy you’ve eaten?”

“Mmm, I can’t choose between my daughters, now can I?” Mom moaned between licks.

“Besides, she hasn’t tried mine yet!” gasped Sara as I drove into hers.

“We taste the same!” gasped Tara. “Oh, yes, yes, Mom! You rock!”

“Do they taste the same, Jenny?” Allie moaned.

“Yes!” I gasped, driving hard into Sara. “Just both so delicious. But not as good as yours. Yours is the best pussy, Allie.”

“I love you so much!” Allie fluttered her tongue against my pussy lips. She drove her tongue into my cunt and swirled it around. I groaned, my twat squeezing around her. Then I was drawing back and her lips kissed down my cock.

I slammed back into Sara, and my older sister gasped. Her hands shot up and squeezed my tits while her pussy clenched around my girl-cock. The friction increased. Sara’s green eyes squeezed shut. Then her cunt went wild about my dick.

I groaned at the feel of her cumming on my cock. Her pussy juices gushed out around my girl-cock. Allie squealed in delight, no doubt getting a face full of our older sister’s cunt cream. I slammed back into that wonderful pussy and joined her.

“Jenny!” Sara gasped as I pumped into her.

“Yes, yes, Sara!” I moaned, my futa-cum firing from my girl-cock and my pussy juices squirting from my spasming twat.

Allie rubbed her face into my pussy, licking and lapping and devouring the cream flooding out of me. Her tongue fluttered through me, adding waves of delight that washed through my orgasming body. I shuddered and moaned, Sara squeezing my round breasts.

My older sister’s big boobs heaved as she came on my cock. Her climaxing pussy writhed and spasmed. Her hungry flesh sucked at my dick. She worked out all the cum in my ovaries. I groaned as I fired that final blast into her, whimpering and moaning.

“So much cum,” panted Sara. “Ooh, so much jizz is in me.”

“Yes!” Allie hissed. She fluttered her tongue through my pussy and then panted, “Out of the way, Jenny. I have cunt to eat!”

“Rude,” I panted. “You can at least ask nicely, Allie.”

“Sorry! I’m just so excited! The twins are finally playing with us, and I just want to lick all of your cum out of Sara’s pussy, so will you pretty, pretty please move so I can devour her and feast on her and enjoy every bit of her!”

Allie fell into breathless pants as I graciously slid my futa-cock out of our older sister’s twat. I slipped to the side and Allie rolled over onto her knees. Still gasping for breath, she buried her face into Sara’s shaved twat and licked.

Sara groaned in delight.

Tara purred, drawing my attention. She had turned over to kneel on the couch. Mom had moved before her, settling down on the armrest and looked prepared to be eaten to a mind-numbing orgasm by her daughter. Mom’s hands seized Tara’s blonde hair, pulling my sister’s head lower and lower.

“That’s it,” cooed Mom. “Mmm, just lick and lap at my pussy. That’s where you came from.”

“Mmm, and it looks yummy, Mom!” Tara pressed her head into our mother’s cunt and started licking. Mom’s back arched. Her boobs heaved. She trembled there, looking like she was in heaven. I smiled, knowing the feeling.

I moved onto the couch behind them. Mom smiled at me then nodded to Tara’s curving rump. I grinned and winked at my Mommy-slave. With my cock dripping in Sara’s pussy cream, I boldly brought it to Tara’s butt-crack.

I slid in, savoring the silky texture. Tara didn’t even lift her head as she moaned, “Do it, Jenny!”

“Ooh, anal’s hot!” groaned Sara as she shuddered on the floor, a recipient of one of Allie’s amazing pussy-eating jobs.

I found Tara’s asshole. I shuddered at the incestuous thrill rippling through me. Then I pressed forward, staring into Mom’s blue eyes. They sparkled with her own illicit delight, shuddering as Tara devoured her.

My older sister’s anal ring parted with surprising ease. She was no virgin back here. She did groan as my cock stretched her out. I popped into her bowels and, lubed by her twin’s cream. I panted, savoring every inch that I slid into her.

More and more of my cock vanished into Tara’s wonderful asshole. Her bowels devoured my clit-dick. My pussy clenched, juices running down my thighs. My boobs jiggled in delight. They swayed together as I bottomed out in my sister’s asshole.

“Ooh, fuck her hard,” Mom moaned, her large tits jiggling. “She’s got her tongue so deep in me. It’s such a delight.”

“I bet it is,” I moaned, my hands sliding up and down Tara’s sides as I let her bowels stretch around my girth. She might have taken dildos and vibrators back here, but I had a big cock. “Make her cum, Tara. She birthed us.”

“Yes, she did!” purred Tara.

“Nine months in my womb,” Mom said, this dreamy look crossing her face. Then she gasped. “Tara! You wicked slut! Mmm, I love what you’re doing to my pussy with your tongue.”

Smiling, I gripped Tara’s hips and drew back. My cock slid through her bowels. That velvety delight of my sister’s asshole massaged my cock. The pleasure surged down my shaft to my pussy. My cunt clenched, the heat boiling through them and reaching for my ovaries full of all that cum.

I slammed back into her bowels. I buried into her hard. Fast. I slammed to the hilt in her. My crotch smacked into her rump. The echoes jiggled through the bedroom. My breasts bounced and heaved with every thrust.

My hands roamed Tara’s body. I found her jiggling boobs. I squeezed them, gripping them tight as I sodomized her hard. My sister’s bowels clenched on my cock on every withdrawal, sending rapture blazing through my pussy.

“Yes!” I moaned, slamming back into her.

“Mmm, that’s it,” Mom moaned, her blue eye smoky. “That’s how you eat your Mommy’s pussy. Yes, yes, I’m going to cum.”

“Do it!” I hissed. “You can cum all you want!”

“Thank you!” My Mommy-slave shuddered. Then she gasped and bucked.

Tara groaned, clearly enjoying the mouthful of pussy cream she got to lick up. And I savored the delight of fucking her asshole hard and fast. I buried into her, watching Mom’s tits heave. Her head tossed back and forth, her mane of golden hair sweeping behind her.

She groaned and gasped. Her passion echoed around us. It was such a delicious thing to hear and witness. I slammed to the hilt in Tara. I groaned, my futa-dick throbbing and aching. The pleasure built at the tip, wanting to explode out of me.

I squeezed up my sister’s tits as she feasted on Mom, sending another climax bursting through her—she went multi-orgasmic with ease. I found my sister’s nipples. I twisted them. Tugged on them. She squealed into Mom’s pussy.

“Jenny!”

Her bowels writhed around my cock.

“Oh, Jenny, yes!” hissed my older sister, her bowels spasming and writhing around my cock.

I gasped and buried into her sucking asshole. My back arched. My pussy clenched. Then I joined my sister in incestuous heaven. I fired out my jizz. The cum spurted over and over into her bowels. I gasped and groaned, pumping my delight into her asshole. Stars burst across my vision. Great big bursts of bliss that had my mind reeling.

Tara moaned. Mom groaned. Sara gasped. She, too, was cumming. Everyone but Allie was, and she was happily feasting on Sara’s twat. I shuddered, my pumping my futa-cum into Tara’s writhing asshole. She worked out all my spunk. I hit the pinnacle of rapture.

Panted.

“Ooh, you know how to fuck a girl in the ass,” panted Tara.

“Yes, yes,” Allie groaned. “Tara, I got to lick your butthole clean now. Get over here.”

“How can I say no to that?” asked Tara as I pulled out of her asshole.

“You can’t,” I told her, watching my older sister crawl off the couch and rush over to Allie.

“I’m going to eat your cunt, cutie,” Sara said, sitting up, and grabbing Allie’s waist. She tickled our little sister’s sides. Allie’s strawberry-blonde pigtails danced as she burst into giggles, her sticky face turning red.

“And you, slut, you’re going to suck my cock clean,” I said to my Mommy-slave.

“Yes, Mistress,” Mom cooed.

I stepped off the couch, and she sank down before me, big tits swayed. She opened wide and sucked my dirty cock into her mouth. I groaned as she bobbed her head with hunger. She polished my pole, sucking on it with such delight. Her blue eyes shone up at me with such joy.

She was the happiest serving. Pity she and Dad never figured out just how submissive she was when he was alive. Well, I would take care of her in his place. I stroked my hand through her hair and savored her sucking on my dick.

She bobbed her head. She worked her mouth up and down it. Her head twisted. She swirled her tongue. I groaned, loving how hungry she was. She sucked and slurped and loved my futa-dick. I smiled, my pussy clenching.

Allie knelt behind Tara and feasted on her cum-filled asshole while Sara nuzzled into our little sister’s twat and licked at her. She smiled, finding the cum I’d left in Allie earlier. I savored this moment, my pumping hips driving my cock to the depths of Mom’s throat.

She swallowed my dick with submissive ease.

I loved the way my cock slid down her gullet. I groaned, my breasts jiggling. My pussy clenched. She sucked with such hunger on me. Her fingers grabbed my rump. She held me tight. Her fingers dug into my ass while her lips nuzzled all the way into my blonde bush.

“Just like that, Mommy-slave,” I cooed.

I fucked her throat hard as my sisters moaned beside us. Mom’s hungry mouth and tight throat polished my futa-dick clean of Tara’s bowels. Mom’s tongue danced around my shaft as I buried down her gullet over and over.

She sucked. Slurped. Drool spilled out of the corners of her mouth. She stared up at me with motherly submission.

“Yes!” I moaned, pumping away at her. “Oh, yes, yes, Mom! Oh, that’s good. That’s amazing. Mmm, just keep sucking on my cock. That’s wonderful. Oh, you’re giving me all that pleasure I want. Ooh, look at you go.”

She danced her tongue around my dick. She polished it with her hunger. I drove my futa-shaft down her throat over and over. Her nose nuzzled into my blonde bush on every downstroke. The pleasure hit that wild pinnacle in me.

On my next thrust, I erupted down her throat.

Pussy juices gushed down my thighs while my cum fired straight into her belly. My sisters moaned in delight while I enjoyed our mother. I swayed, stars bursting before me. I held Mom’s head tight, my body bucking. Tits heaving.

I savored this incestuous rush. Our entire family was able to love each other. It was incredible. We were so fortunate to be so close. My head tossed back and forth. My cock spurted a final time. I hit that pinnacle of heaven.

“Yes!” I moaned.

Mom stared up at me with love.

I pulled out of her and grinned, eager to join the fun. Mom, my three sisters, and I all descended on each other into a wild tangle of incestuous passion. We loved each other the way only a family with a futa could.

Sadly, it had to end.

“Okay, it’s a school night,” Mom announced, cutting short our family orgy. We were all sticky and panting and happy. “Now, don’t pout at me, Allie, you’ll have plenty of time to have sex with your sisters and me.”

“The rest of your life,” I said, grinning at her.

“Yes, but now you have homework. I know you didn’t get any studying done at the Asis’s. I spoke to Mrs. Asis before you came down for dinner, so I know just what you four were up to.” Mom’s eyes sparkled. “And she’ll be coming over on Saturday for afternoon tea, so we’ll have plenty of fun. But only if you get your homework done.”

“Right!” Allie gasped and darted upstairs.

“Holy shit, Mom got Allie to do homework,” Tara said. She hooked Sara’s arm. “Amazing.”

Sara nodded in agreement. “Incest has really changed that girl. Mellowed her.”

“That’s just being in love,” said Mom, smiling at me. “Now, I know I’m your Mommy-slave, but you have to do your homework, too, Jenny. I’m putting my foot down. If you want to spank me for this, it’ll have to wait.”

Tara and Sara both stared at me with looks of awe.

I winked at them.

I headed upstairs to do my homework. Wendy texted me more than a few times, eager for the date we were going on. So was I. Tomorrow would be dinner, a movie, and then back to her place for another movie. Her parents weren’t home, and I was going to give her quite a wild night. I had such a huge surprise for her.

If my plan worked, my girlfriend would finally admit she was gay and be happy with that. I wanted to set her up with Victoria. I think they would be cute together. And, of course, I would be there to have kinky threesomes with them whenever they wanted.

I was looking forward to tomorrow.

Allie joined me for bed, and she fell asleep with a pussy full of my cum and my hand resting on her belly wondering if our daughter had already started growing in her. I’d done some research on futas. And we could have children. Either futas or daughters. Apparently, we had like a Z chromosome.

An X and a Z and you got a naughty girl like me!

To be continued…

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A mother mind-controls her son into being her cock-slave and her daughter into being her virgin lover!

Incestuous Mind Control Explodes

A Story of the Institute of Apotheosis Research

Chapter Seven: Mommy Pops Daughter’s Cherry

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2018

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

Deidre Icke’s buzz from her orgasm instantly vanished as a wave of fear washed over her. Alexis clutched her swollen, pregnant belly. Deidre’s eighteen-year-old daughter rubbed herself, her eyes so wide, a look of shock on her face.

“I… I…”

Alexis was pregnant, but only a few weeks. She shouldn’t be showing. In the last hour she’d gone from having a flat belly to looking five or six months pregnant. It should be impossible, but she had been exposed to the Halo.

They weren’t meant for pregnant women.

“What do we do?” Alexis gasped, staring at her twin brother, the father of her child.

Alex grabbed her, his face pale. His head shot around, looking lost. A moment ago, he was in charge here, using his mind control powers. He cast his gaze around the hallway while Alexis pressed against him, her entire body trembling.

“The infirmary,” Deidre said. The panic was sweeping through her, but she couldn’t let it swallow her. She had to act. To be in-charge here for her children. “Come on. Let’s go.”

“Yes,” her ex-husband, and master, said. Robert rushed to his children, taking hold of Alexis’s from the other side. “It’s going to be okay, honey. We’ll get you to Dr. Velikovsky and you’ll be fine. You’ll see. Everything will be all right.”

“Yeah,” Alex said, his voice tight.

“Come on,” Deidre said, backing away. “It’ll be perfect. You’ll see. Dr. Velikovsky knows about the nanites. He can help you.”

Alexis nodded her head, her face tight, her eyes tremulous. Deidre glanced at her daughter’s belly and… it looked larger still. Alexis gasped, her hand rubbing at her belly. She shot Deidre a look of awe and panic.

“I… I think my child just kicked,” she whimpered.

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Sirvard Vahan – Cancer

I loved my abusive husband kneeling before me. His beardless cheeks made him look so pathetic, almost effeminate, instead of the strong, burly, Muslim man who would “discipline” me with his fists. He had to prove he was stronger than me. Better.

When things went wrong in his life, I had to suffer.

For years, I convinced myself that it was my lot in life. That a Muslim woman had to endure this. The only way to get into Heaven was to please my husband. If I didn’t… So I swallowed my dignity and endured. Then the Halo arrived.

I became something more.

He held the harness of the strap-on for her, the fleshy dildo bobbed up and down before him. He whimpered, having to serve her. He was just my dog now. I smiled, loving thinking of the bastard like that. This was how husbands should act. They should serve their wives.

Men were good for nothing more than their cocks. To breed their women and give them daughters. And to be used for the pleasure of their cocks. My son had an amazing dick. He fucked me hard. He was a good son now.

He was my good cock-slave.

“Mmm, Mom, that looks big,” said Anahit, my eighteen-year-old daughter.

“You’re ready for it,” I told her, feeling a little prickle across my thoughts as my powers sank into her. “You’ll stretch, and it’ll feel incredible. Once I’ve broken you in, we’ll find you the perfect cock-slave for you to enjoy.”

“Okay, Mom,” Anahit said, her pale face smiling. Like me, she was a Syrian Armenian, a minority population. When I was pregnant with Edvard, my twenty-year-old son, my husband and I came to the U.S. as refugees.

I stepped into the straps. I shivered as my husband lifted it up my leg. He wanted to deflower our daughter. He was working up the courage to molest her. Now I would enjoy everything he wanted from Anahit.

And Anahit would beg me to do it.

I glanced at my daughter, her pale, flushed body sitting on the dining room table. Her older brother knelt before her, his face smeared with her pussy juices. Edvard had eaten Anahit to several orgasms, pleasing her the way a man should. They never should hurt their women, but only give them pleasure when the woman chooses.

Then spend the rest of the time taking care of them and being their slaves. No longer would women have to serve their men. I would change everything.

My husband brought the strap-on harness up to my waist. I glanced down at him and said, “Dog, did the store clerk teach you how to put this on?”

“He did, Mistress,” he said, his voice strained with humiliation. “I have to make sure the base is over your clit so you can feel it.”

I nodded my head, my naked tits jiggling before me. My dark-brown nipples thrust out hard from my pale tits. They swayed before me as he adjusted the dildo. I groaned as my clit throbbed, loving the feel of the dildo. He tightened the vinyl straps, getting me ready to pop our daughter’s cherry.

“How many times did you fantasize about deflowering our daughter, Dog?” I asked.

“So many times,” he groaned. “I don’t know, Mistress. I would think about it all the time. She’s so young, like you were when we married. Just as beautiful.”

“Are you saying I’m not beautiful?” I hissed.

He flinched. “Of course you are, but… She was fresh. New.”

“Go kneel in the corner, Dog!” I snapped, my fingers pointed. “Watch as I make our daughter into a woman. She’ll enjoy it when I do it. You would have just hurt her. Made her cry. Defiled her. I’ll love her, Dog!”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said and started to rise.

“Crawl!” I snarled, such anger roaring through me. “You’re a dog! A bitch!”

My husband crawled across the floor, his head hung. It was a pathetic shuffle. I shivered, feeling so powerful. He reached the corner in moments, turning around to watch. I smiled, gripping my fake cock. It thrust before me, far bigger than my husband’s dick.

“Anahit, you are going to love this,” I commanded. “A good daughter always loves her mother’s dildo fucking her.” My thoughts prickled.

“I will, Mother,” she said, a smile spreading across her lips. Her small breast quivered. Her dark eyes stared at the dick that would deflower her. She licked her lips, her fingers playing with my dark-brown nipples.

I advanced on her, the dildo bouncing before me. It was hard and flexible. I would fuck it into her and make her into explode. I would give her such pleasure. My daughter smiled at me, her eyes burning, her body flushed.

Her brother watched, too, kneeling there, his hands on his knees, his cock thrusting hard before him. He was a little bigger than his father. My pussy clenched. I loved having my son’s young cock in me. He would have turned into a monster like his father. The dog had been training Edvard, but I rescued him.

Now he was my cock-slave.

“Did your brother give you a great orgasm?” I asked Anahit as I moved up to the table, her thighs open wide. Her shaved snatch gleamed with her juices. Like other Muslim women, we shaved our pussies for hygiene reasons.

But it did look so sexy, so girlish and tight, her lips barely parted to show off her virgin flesh.

“Yes, Mother,” she said, her eyes gleaming. “He did a great job. An amazing job.”

“Good,” I said, pressing my dildo against her virgin flesh.

My daughter shuddered. She whimpered and leaned back on her hands. Her small tits quivered as I moved the dildo’s round tip up and down her slit. Her juices coated the tip. She whimpered as I pressed against something. A barrier.

Her maidenhead.

This was what my husband craved. He’d popped my cherry on our wedding night, and then thought he could raise his daughter to experience that delight again. But I would enjoy this so much. Anahit stared into my eyes with such eager need.

“Please, Mother,” she moaned, her dark eyes glassy with desire. “Take me. Love me. I want you, too. I know it’ll feel incredible.”

“Mmm, I will,” I said. “But something is missing. Edvard, my cock-slave, I need you fucking me.”

“Yes, Mother!” he groaned and bounded to his feet with the enthusiasm of a young man.

He moved behind me. His cock grazed my rump. I shivered as the tip, wet with his precum, slid down between my thighs. I shivered as he slid across my taint and found my pussy. This was all a man was good for.

Fucking a woman. Giving her pleasure and his seed. Maybe my son would quicken a child in me. Another daughter to raise right, or another cock-slave to mold into pleasing me.

His cock found the entrance of my pussy. I groaned as he rammed into my depths. I shuddered as he stretched out my sheath. He filled me, plunging deeper and deeper into me with a single thrust. His crotch smacked into my ass, the slapping sound echoing around me. My tits heaved.

Anahit gasped as the force of the impact pressed the dildo’s tip against her maidenhead.

“Mother!” she moaned.

My son drew back his cock. I stared into my daughter’s eyes as the pleasure rippled through my cunt. My snatch clenched down on his shaft. Then he thrust into me. His shaft slammed deep into my pussy again, a wave of delight soared through me.

His hands gripped my breasts. He grunted and groaned as he loved my pussy. He hammered me hard, thrusting into me with that thick cock. It was so wonderful to feel him in me. He pounded me so hard. He thrust into my depths and churned me up.

“Oh, yes!” he groaned. “Mother! Your pussy!”

“Yes!” I moaned, pushing the dildo against my daughter’s hymen as he pounded me. She shuddered and whimpered. She stared at me with such need.

“Please, please, pop my cherry, Mother!” moaned Anahit. “I need you in me. So badly.”

I stared into her eyes and saw my daughter’s need while my son hammered my pussy. I readied myself. Edvard drew back his cock, my pussy drinking in the hot delight of his shaft, the friction incredible. Then he thrust into me.

The force propelled me forward.

Anahit gasped as my dildo buried into her cunt. Her hymen tore with ease. My daughter’s lower lip curled as the fleshy dildo vanished into her snatch. Her pussy swallowed it. I drove it deeper and deeper into her.

“Mother!” she gasped, her head thrown back. “Oh, Mother, that’s incredible.”

I smiled, hearing the pleasure in her voice. I only had pain on my first time. My husband just stabbed into me, pumped a few times, then came. It grew better after that, but he didn’t take the time to love me. To eat me out and get me ready.

I kissed my daughter. I thrust my tongue into her mouth while my son pumped away at my pussy. Pleasure spilled through me as my hips moved, matching his rhythm. I fucked my fake cock in and out of my daughter’s deflowered cunt.

She moaned into my kiss. Her tongue danced with mine, her arms hugging around my neck. Our breasts pressed together, her nipples hard, smaller than mine. Pleasure tingled through my body. It was incredible. My pussy clenched on my son’s cock, feeding off the bliss from my nipples and the sparks flaring from my clit.

Every time I buried the dildo into my daughter, propelled forward by my son’s hard thrust, pleasure burst from my clit. It was wonderful. I loved it. I trembled and shuddered, the pleasure rippling through my body. It was such a wondrous thing to experience.

My tongue dueled with my daughters. We moaned into each other’s lips, sharing this wondrous, incestuous rapture. My cunt clenched about my son’s cock, the pleasure building and building in me. It wouldn’t be long until I exploded. Until that amazing pleasure burst through me.

I fucked my daughter harder, faster. The table creaked as she squirmed on it. Our breasts pressed tight together as she clung to me. Edvard pounded me. He grunted as he drilled that cock into me. The thick head rubbed along the top of my pussy walls, stimulating me.

“Mother!” he groaned. “Mother, you’re just so hot and tight.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped, breaking the kiss. “Oh, yes, fuck me, cock-slave! Love my pussy!”

“I love it, Mother!” he moaned.

Anahit giggled. “And I love your fake-cock, Mother! Oh, this is incredible. You’re making me explode. Oh, yes, yes! Just fuck me. Slam into me. I’m going to cum, Mother! I love this!”

“Cum!” I moaned. “Never be ashamed of your pleasure!”

“Never!”

She kissed me again. Her tongue thrust into me. She moaned into me. It was so hot. My pussy clenched down on Edvard’s cock. The friction surged through me. Stars danced before my eyes as my pleasure swelled through me.

I couldn’t take much more.

My daughter gasped in my delight. She moaned into my mouth. Her tongue fluttered in my mouth, dancing with it. Her body clung to me. She was cumming. I made her orgasm on her first time. I clutched her tight, reveling in this moment.

It sent me over the edge.

“Yes!” I howled, breaking our kiss. “Oh, yes, yes!”

My pussy convulsed around my son’s cock. My snatch writhed about that amazing dick. He churned me up. I buried my dildo into my daughter’s cunt, my clit bursting with pleasure, adding to the convulsing bliss rippling through my body.

“Mother!” he groaned as he fucked into my twat.

He grunted, pounding me. He whimpered and then gasped, “May I cum in your pussy, Mother?”

I shuddered. That was just the way a good cock-slave should behave. “Yes! Yes! Give me your seed!”

Edvard drove his cock over and over into my writhing pussy, stimulating me. More and more waves of rapture washed out of my snatch. My mind drank it in. I trembled between my two children, stars bursting across my vision. It was delicious.

He grunted as he rammed into me. His hot, incestuous seed spurted into me. It was wonderful to feel it spilling in me. It was incredible. My pussy spasmed and milked his cock. I drew out more and more of his cum.

It was wonderful. My mind melted. It was just so incredible.

“Mother!” Edvard groaned.

“Mmm, yes,” I moaned as I buzzed on my orgasmic high. “Such a good cock-slave.”

“Oh, Mother, thank you,” Anahit moaned, her eyes floating before me. “I feel so amazing! That was the best.”

“Of course it was,” I said, rubbing my nose against hers. “Mothers always make sure their daughters are pleased.”

I groaned as my son pulled out of my snatch. I whimpered, his seed in me. I clamped my pussy tight to hold in his seed while I was eager to have more fun with my daughter. I pulled the dildo out of Anahit, making her whimper in the process, then I turned around.

“Edvard, Dog, I want the house cleaned before you go to bed,” I said. “Dog, you can sleep on the couch for now.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said, sitting in the corner, his face flushed.

I shivered, loving that he watched me deflower our daughter.

“Now, me and you are going to have a delicious time in bed,” I said, grabbing my daughter’s hand.

“Yes, Mother,” she said, her voice so bright.

She hopped off the table, her pussy juices dribbling down her thighs. I led her through the house, passing my crawling husband and son. I kept my pussy clamped, trying to hold in my son’s jizz. I wanted my daughter to have a yummy treat.

We headed up the stairs. Our feet slapped up the stairs. Then we burst into my bedroom. My husband would never share my bed again. I’d never have to sleep beside him, listening to him snore, while my body ached from his latest beating.

“I want you to lick me clean,” I purred, stretching out on the bed. “Eat all your brother’s cum out of my pussy.”

“Yes, Mother!” Anahit moaned, licking her lips. “That sounds so naughty.”

“Mmm, yes, it will be,” I said, spreading my thighs.

I couldn’t hold it in anymore. The jizz trickled out of me, dribbling down to my rump as my cute daughter settled down between my thighs. Her black hair spilled about her face as she leaned in. I trembled, licking my lips, eager for this amazing moment.

Her tongue licked up that line of cum that dribbled out of me, flicking her tongue right to my shaved pussy. I gasped. My toes curled as her tongue fluttered through my folds. I whimpered, loving the feel of my daughter’s tongue.

“Ooh, that’s it,” I groaned. “That’s how you do it, Anahit.”

“You like it, Mother?” she asked, her eyes staring up at me.

“Yes, yes, lick all of your brother’s cum out of me,” I moaned.

She fluttered her tongue through my pussy. She licked and lapped up and down my snatch, gathering all that wonderful jizz leaking out of me. My hips wiggled from side to side as she feasted on me. She thrust it into my pussy, scooping it out of me.

Her tongue fluttered through me. My ass squeezed and clenched. My legs spasmed as the pleasure flowed through me. My back arched. My breasts jiggled as my sweet daughter feasted on me. Her tongue was so different from her brother’s. She was gentle and delicious, so feminine and loving.

“Oh, Anahit,” I moaned. “Mmm, I love you so much. You’re just such a naughty delight. Oh, wow, you’re going to make me explode.”

“I will, Mother!” she moaned. Then she jammed her tongue into my depths.

Pleasure rippled through me. I licked my lips, my breasts heaving. My hand squeezed and kneaded them. My fingers dug into my tits. My fingers slid up to my nipples. I pinched them as my daughter devoured me.

Her hands grabbed my rump. I groaned as she kneaded them. She nuzzled her lips tight against my pussy. The pleasure surged through me. I twisted my nipples as her fingers squeezed my butt-cheeks. Her tongue swirled through me, teased me.

“Oh, yes, Anahit!” I moaned as her fingers clenched again. “That’s good.”

“You taste so good, Mother!” Anahit moaned. “Especially with Edvard’s cum in you!”

“Yes, yes, such a good daughter!” I panted. “I’ll lick you clean after your cock-slave fucks you.”

“Yes!” she moaned, her fingers shifting on my rump as she thrust her tongue deep into my cunt. Her fingers were on the edge of my butt-crack.

A wicked idea popped into my mind. Something depraved and wanton. I didn’t have to be ashamed of it. I was free to act on my desires. I could do what I desired. I had the power to change the world and make it better.

“Finger my asshole, Anahit!” I moaned, my thoughts burning.

“Oh, Mother!” she gasped, her fingers sliding into my butt-crack. “Oh, that’s so dirty.”

“Uh-huh!” I moaned. “But we’re women. We can do whatever we want! We can enjoy our desires!”

Her fingers found my asshole. I groaned as she pressed one against it. I gasped as her digit wiggled into my rectum. The pleasure swept through me. My eyes squeezed shut. My fingers pinched my nipple. I twisted my nub as her tongue fluttered up my pussy and her finger reamed into my asshole.

She pumped it into my butt-hole. She fingered me as she devoured my pussy. She licked all the cum out of me. She devoured me. She made me feel amazing. I groaned, my back arching, grinding my snatch against her face.

The pleasure surged through me. My orgasm came closer and closer to erupting through me. Her finger wiggled through me. Her tongue fluttered into my depths. The dual delights fueled me. I pinched my nipples hard.

I came.

“Anahit!” I moaned.

My pussy convulsed. I bathed my daughter’s face with my passion. My asshole writhed about her finger thrusting into my asshole. My eyes squeezed shut. I bucked against her, smearing across her face as her tongue licked me.

The pleasure flowed into my mind. This rushing warmth of incestuous passion. My daughter pleased me. Loved me. It was incredible. I licked my lips as I moaned, my toes curling. I needed to do something to her.

“Straddle my face!” I moaned. “Oh, what do they call it! A… a sixty-nine! Let’s lick each other!”

“Yes, mother!”

My daughter moved. She spun around me, her finger twisting in my asshole. She straddled my face, pressing her pussy down to my mouth. I licked my lips, staring at her deflowered snatch. Last time I ate her, she had a hymen.

This time I thrust my tongue deep into her sweet depths.

“Oh, Mother, yes!” she moaned, her hips humping against my face. Her heat spilled over me. Her cream dribbled down my cheeks. “Oh, lick me! I love it when you lick me!”

I moaned into her depths as she licked at my orgasming cunt. Another wave of pleasure shot through me. My hands grabbed both her butt-cheeks, pulling her down on me. My tongue swirled through her depths. I loved that I’d opened her.

We both gasped and moaned. We shuddered, the bed creaking as we writhed together.

Her juices flowed into my mouth. That sweet cream.

She moaned into my snatch.

Her tongue fluttered around my clit. She swirled it around my bud, her nose brushing my pussy lips. She squirmed around atop me, my nipples rubbing into her supple belly. Such pleasure rushed through me, my orgasm burning through me again and again. My fingers dug into my daughter’s rump.

My tongue probed as deep into her. I fucked into her over and over. I massaged her, pulling her butt-cheeks apart. My fingers slid into her crack. I had to give her the same thrill she gave me. I loved her finger probing into my asshole. She wiggled it around in me, stirring up my butt-hole.

My finger found her puckered sphincter.

“Oh, Mother, yes!” moaned my daughter. “Finger my dirty butt-hole! Don’t hold back! Women can do anything!”

“We can!” I moaned and pressed my finger against her asshole.

It was so incredible to feel her hot asshole spreading over my finger. Her velvety bowels swallowed my finger. It was incredible to experience. I reached deeper and deeper into her. She moaned around my clit, sucking so hard on it.

Another burst of pleasure shot through me. It was incredible to feel. My hips wiggled as her finger fucked faster and faster into my asshole. We were both moaning, gasping. Her juices poured into my mouth. They were so sweet. We were driving each other wild.

My tongue fluttered through her, teasing her, pleasing her. She was just such a wonderful creature. Her asshole squeezed about my digit. Then she squealed into my pussy. Her snatch writhed about my probing tongue.

Her cream squirted into me.

We were cumming together. Mother and daughter united in incestuous bliss. Her small nipples rubbed on my stomach as she shuddered atop me. She moaned into my cunt. Another climax spasmed through me.

Rapture drowned my mind. It was such an incredible delight. I whimpered and groaned. I bucked on the bed. It squeaked and groaned as we both loved each other. It was just such a delicious treat. We loved each other.

Pleased each other.

“Mother!”

“Anahit!”

My pleasure surged me to the heights of pleasure. It carried me to ecstasy. I soared on incestuous bliss. My held my daughter, her asshole writhing about my finger. She trembled atop me as we loved each other.

And then we collapsed.

My daughter turned around and snuggled against me. She hugged me, kissing me with her lips stained with my spicy juices. Her tongue fluttered through my mouth. She ground against me, teasing me, making me feel amazing.

I loved her so much. I held her, coming down from my orgasmic high. She was just so sweet. I was so glad that I could save her from the pain and suffering I had experienced. She wouldn’t have a husband who beat her, but a cock-slave who worshiped her.

“You’re going to change things, aren’t you, Mother?” Anahit asked after a few minutes. She was cuddled up to me, a big smile on her face.

“Yes, I am,” I said, my smile growing. “It’s going to be amazing. We’re going to the mosque tomorrow, and we’re going to teach all the men the truth. Sons will become their mother’s cock-slaves. Husbands will stop hurting them. Mothers will teach their daughters about love. And it won’t stop there. We’ll tell everyone we can.”

“Wow,” Anahit said. Then she frowned. “If sons become their mothers cock-slaves, what about the daughters? Where do they get theirs?”

“You mean yours?” I asked her, giving her an impish smile. “Well, you can borrow Edvard until I choose one for you.”

“Can it be Achmed?” she asked, a big smile bursting across her lips. “He’s so handsome, and I know he’s not like father.”

I used to think that about Dog. That he wasn’t like my father. When my parents told me they arranged a marriage to Dog, I was so excited. It took me years for that naïve infatuation to be beaten out of me.

“Well, he has an older brother,” I said. “So, yes, he can be your cock-slave. That’s were daughters get theirs from. Women who have an extra cock-slave. Achmed will worship you. He’ll give you a big, strong son to love you when you’re a sexy mother like me.”

My daughter beamed at me.

“And Achmed will give you daughters to raise and love and deflower just like I did for you.”

“Oh, wow,” Anahit said. She shivered against me. “Oh, mother, that sounds so amazing. I can’t wait. It’s going to be so grand.”

I gave her a kiss on the forehead. “Yes, it will. Mmm, get some sleep. Tomorrow’s going to be a long, fun day.”

“Yes, Mother,” she said while my thoughts prickled. Her eyes closed and she was asleep in moments, cuddled up to me.

I shivered, my pussy still tingling. Maybe I should have Edvard join us…

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Willis Chevrolet – Capricorn

Garnet, my nineteen-year-old daughter, bobbed her mouth up and down my cock as I drove the bronze Camaro through the streets. It was my new car, stolen from the asshole who cuckolded me. He thought he could fuck my now ex-wife without consequences.f

I grinned as I roared down the night streets, pleasure shooting down my cock. I gave him consequences. He could never orgasm again unless he fucked my ex-wife, and she never would fuck him now. Thanks to my new powers, gifted to me by the bizarre Institute, I had finally taken control of my life.

My whore of a wife wouldn’t walk all over me. My daughter wouldn’t follow in her footsteps. Now Garnet was a loving daughter, pleasing me with her mouth as I drove. It was incredible. My dick ached and throbbed in her mouth.

“Damn, Garnet!” I groaned. “I always wanted to experience this.”

She just moaned about my cock, her blonde hair spilled over my lap. She sucked hard. She loved my dick. I’d fucked her hard. Up the ass and then the pussy. I used my daughter’s body. I reveled in her while my son enjoyed his mother. She was his slut now. Jason would use her until he got bored with her.

I didn’t care what he did with the cunt. She wasn’t my wife any longer.

Garnet’s tongue danced across the crown of my dick. My balls tensed as she sucked hard. I groaned, gripping the steering wheel hard. The suction was incredible. My nuts quivered, full of cum aching to burst into her mouth.

The Halo gave me such stamina. I could cum over and over again. I could satiate all my desires. I would have such a great time. And with my abilities, I would make the world a better place. No more cheating spouses. I would deal with all the slut-wives and asshole-husbands.

“Just keep loving Daddy’s cock, Garnet!” I moaned. “I’m going to pump so much cum into your mouth.”

She whimpered about my cock and sucked harder. She craved it.

“You’re Daddy’s slut now. You love worshiping Daddy’s cock.”

She moaned, her buzzing passion stimulating me. Pleasure rippled through me. It shot down to my feet. I jammed down on the accelerator, speeding down the road. I didn’t care if a cop saw me. I’d just tell the cop to let me go.

I could do anything.

Garnet’s hand found my balls. She massaged them, her fingers so delicate. She wanted my cum spurting into her mouth. I could feel her hunger. It was incredible. I groaned, struggling to focus on the road.

“Shit!” I grunted. “Daddy’s going to cum so hard. You’ve got to swallow every drop. You have to make Daddy feel amazing.”

I knew she would. She was good girl now. I saved her from being a whore like her mother.

My daughter’s tongue fluttered across the tip of my dick. Her tongue teased me. Stimulated me. Then she sucked hard. My balls jumped in her hand. Her fingers massaged them, coaxing my nuts to a boil.

I exploded.

“Swallow all of Daddy’s cum!” I grunted.

My jizz spurted into her mouth. Blast after blast of my incestuous cum splashed into her mouth. Ecstasy rushed through me. My balls tightened. I grunted, gripping the steering wheel as the pleasure burned through me. Stars rippled across my vision as more and more of my jizz spilled into her hungry mouth.

She swallowed it all. She moaned as she gulped down my jizz. My daughter loved it. She savored every bit of it. I groaned, my head swaying as the pleasure rippled through me. This wonderful heat billowed through me.

“You are such a good girl!” I moaned. “Damn, Garnet. You love Daddy’s cock!”

She swallowed the last blast of my cum. Her mouth ripped off my dick. “I am your good girl, Daddy!”

I smiled at her as the pleasure buzzed through me. I gripped the steering wheel, paying attention to the streets while my entire body almost floated out of the seats. I glanced at where we were, my forehead furrowed.

“I think we missed the street,” I said, working the steering wheel to turn us around.

“I like this plan, Daddy,” she said. “You should make sure everyone is faithful to their spouses. Then they’ll be happy.”

I smiled at my daughter. “And what should I do if I found someone’s a cheater?”

“Mmm,” my daughter said. Then she grinned at me. “You’ve already done it to Mom and that asshole.”

I nodded my head. “Make the cheating wife into a sex slave and the cheating husband impotent.”

“Then give the poor spouse cheated on a faithful person.” My daughter bounced in her seat. “We should offer counseling services. We have to find all these people to make everyone happy.”

I pattered her thigh. “I like it,” I said. I glanced down the street, remembering the address. “I think that’s it.”

My daughter squealed in delight as I pulled into the driveway. My new wife was in there. I turned off the car. That asshole Mitch not only fucked my wife, but he was fucking other women, too. He was a cheating asshole. A woman peered out the curtain, spotting the car.

Mitch’s wife deserved better than she got. She would get better.

I climbed out of her husband’s car—my car—and marched up to the door, Garnet following after me. I was so eager to meet my new wife. She wouldn’t cheat on me. She would love me and cherish me the way a wife should.

And I would love her.

I knocked on the door.

“Did you loose your key, Mitch?” a woman called. A deadbolt lock twisted. Then the door opened. “Is that…” She gasped. “Oh, you’re not Mitch. Who are you?”

“You’re new husband,” I said with a grin, my thoughts burning.

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Alex Icke – Virgo

I helped cradled my sister as we rushed through the Institute. The halls were mostly deserted. Mom had ordered the evacuation before I could stop her. I just hoped Dr. Velikovsky was still around. He was the Institute’s medical doctor, on hand to help with any issues plus he was one of the men who helped produce the nanites. He had an important piece of the puzzle.

I wasn’t sure I’d want it re-created. Why share these abilities with others? There were already eleven “gods” out in the world beside my sister and me.

Alexis gasped, trembling between Dad and me. All thoughts of the future banished. What was happening to our child? The nanites must have sped up the development, but were they doing anything else to them?

“We’re almost there,” Mom said as she led, my cum spilling down her thighs. It was a strange detail to focus on, the pearly cum smearing across her flesh, but my heart hammered in my chest.

My sister and child were in danger.

“Okay, just around the corner,” Mom added like we didn’t know our way around. She had a breathy, tight quality to her voice. “Yes, yes, he’ll be there. Dr. Velikovsky will be there. He’ll see to it.”

We rounded the corner and came across Katherine Velikovsky, wearing her nurse’s uniform (and I don’t mean pink scrubs, but that classic look of the white skirt and blouse, only hers fit her like a Halloween custom), holding a box of files. She gasped as she saw us, dropping what she held. Papers burst across the hallway.

“It’s Alex!” she shrieked.

“Quiet, Katherine! Don’t run!” I barked, my will rushing out while pain flared across my mind. “Get inside the clinic!”

She darted back inside as we rushed to them. A moment later, her father, Dr. Isaac Velikovsky appeared in the doorway, his face grim. He drew in a deep breath, his hands thrust in the pockets of his white doctor’s coat.

“Doctor, my sister’s pregnancy has accelerated. You will help her! Your daughters will assist! You won’t try and escape.”

“Of course I’ll help her,” he said while my thoughts barely buzzed at all. “Come on, get the poor thing in here. I was afraid this might happen.”

“Afraid?” Mom said. “You knew this might affect her pregnancy and didn’t tell me.”

“Well, it’s not like we tested the nanites on anyone before we sent the first to the Goddess Maria Talon, now did we, President Icke. However, Dr. Bailey speculated in her notes that the nanites would have some affect on fetal tissue, perhaps causing spontaneous growth.”

“No speculation,” I growled. “Look at my sister’s. She looks about ready to pop.”

“Mmm, she does.” He glanced inside. “Melany, get the ultrasound. Katherine, yes, yes, good, you got the bed ready.”

Melany and Katherine were the doctor’s daughters, both in their earlier twenties. Since the revelation about father/daughter incest, I knew the two had grown a lot closer to their father, shifting to wearing the naughty nurses outfits as they worked in the Institute’s clinic. I imagine they were eager to take the place of their dead mother in his bed and…

None of that mattered at this moment. Why did my mind keep going down these strange avenues. I needed to be focused on my sister. I trembled as I helped her into the clinic. Melany, the younger sister, was rolling a cart across the small clinic. It resembled the small medical suite of a nurse’s office at a college. The brunette gave me a smile, her large tits almost spilling out of her top.

“Just set her right here, Alex,” she said, her face tight, her cheek pale.

“Don’t be afraid,” I ordered. “Melany, Katherine, it’s okay. You’re still your father’s sex slaves. He owns you. I won’t take you away from him. I won’t even fuck you unless he’s bred you.”

A relieved sigh escaped Melany’s lips as my thoughts prickled.

“Here you are, Alexis,” Katherine said, her sandy-blonde hair dancing about her head. She took my sister’s arm and helped ease her down on the hospital bed. “Oh, wow, you look ready to pop. Are you in any pain?”

“Just… feels weird,” she said. “I can feel my child squirming around inside of me.”

“That’s to be expected,” Katherine said. “Do you have to pee?”

Alexis nodded her head.

“They press on the bladder,” Katherine told her. “You’ll have to go more often. That’s natural. And are your ankles sore?”

“A little. And so are my breasts, especially my nipples.” She glanced down. “They’re bigger.”

“You’re milk’s probably coming in,” Melany said, lubing up the ultrasound sensor. “It’s natural to be sore. Helps to play with them.” She glanced at me and a naughty smile crossed her lips. “Or let your brother play with them.”

Katherine grabbed a thermometer and put it into my sister’s mouth, then clipped the blood oxygen senor on my sister’s pointer finger. I swallowed, staring at my twin sister. The thermometer beeped and Katherine took it then made a notation on a chart.

“Is it fine?” I asked.

“98.1,” she said. “Just fine. And oxygen levels are fine, too.” She grabbed a blood pressure cuff and wrapped it around my sister’s arm. She inflated it and my sister wince. Katherine released the pressure, listening with a stethoscope. “127 over 93,” she said. “Good, good. A little high for you, but pregnancy can cause that.”

“Okay,” Alexis said, shivering naked on the bed.

Dr. Velikovsky finished washing his hands and drew on gloves as he crossed the room. He had a friendly smile. “Okay, let’s take a look at what’s going on in your womb.”

“It’ll be fine, right?” I asked, my heart pounding.

Mom took my hand. “It will, you’ll see.”

Dr. Velikovsky, however, didn’t tell me it would be fine. He just looked at me then took the sonar probe from his daughter and placed it on my sister’s swollen belly. A black and white image appeared on the screen. It didn’t look like anything I could recognize. He shifted it around. What might be her internal organs appeared then…

I frowned. Was that a head.

“There we are,” Dr. Velikovsky said. “Looks like a baby at 31 weeks and… Oh, my, yes, that explains why you look ready to pop.”

“What does?” asked Alexis.

“Twins,” he said. He tapped the screen at what looked like tiny hands holding each other. He turned up a volume and two thudding rhythms could be heard. “Both have strong heartbeats.”

I drifted towards the screen, a feeling of awe swept away the fear as I stared at my twin children in my sister’s womb. I reached her bed. Her hand grabbed mine, squeezing it. I couldn’t breathe. My mouth felt so dry.

“They look healthy,” the doctor said, “and… Yes, yes, they are growing still. I don’t know how long it will be, but you’re giving birth soon, Alexis.”

“Twins,” she whispered in awe. On the screen, one twitched, his or her leg spasming. My sister gasped, her free hand grabbing her belly. “I felt him.”

“Her, actually,” Dr. Velikovsky said. “That one’s the girl. The other’s a boy.”

“Of course,” I said, trembling in awe.

My sister’s hand clutched hard at mine. I felt a shock of fear through her bond. I glanced at her, seeing a look on her face. “What?”

“I… I can feel them, Alex,” she said. “Their minds. They are so powerful. I… I…” Her lower lip trembled. “I think they’re more powerful than us.”

“Dr. Blavatsky is never wrong,” Cindy or Mindy said. I’d forgotten about the twin sisters. They must have followed us to the clinic.

I glanced at the twins standing before their father. They held each other’s hands, both smiling.

“What do you mean?” I demanded.

“Maybe Dr. Blavatsky saw this,” said one of the twins. “Maybe our scrying wasn’t wrong about Ulrich. Or you, Alex.”

“Maybe this is how the true Gemini gods are created,” the other pronounced, a big smile crossing her lips.

To be continued…

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I wrote this some time ago about and for my partner, Claire, who is a very private person. However, it was recently my birthday, and as one of my treats she has said that I can post this for everyone to read, because she knows how much I want to. Thanks, honey – love and kisses, for always.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2010

I love my partner, Claire, for so many reasons – her kind and loving nature, her lively personality, things she says and does, how good she looks (dressed and undressed), the way she looks at me (ooooh, shivers down the spine!), just everything – but I know without a doubt what turns me on most all: it’s her ass, her hot sweet cutest butt!

She’s 35 years old, but I swear she’s stolen that ass from some cheerleader half her age – it’s so trim, so tight, so firm, so fucking sexy. And yet, it’s also got a hint of fullness, of rounded curve, that has the magical allure of a grown woman – a woman who knows her own body and how to receive and give pleasure (and, oh! believe me, she does, she does). The combination just rocks my world, and she knows it, the minx, wandering about in those tight jeans. In the summer, around the house and garden and on holiday, she puts on these little blue denim shorts, cut so high on the leg that I can see the gusset of her panties – and when it’s hot, and she’s hot, and there are no panties on underneath, I can see that too and my knees go so weak that I can hardly walk.

Claire isn’t a tease, but she does know the effect her wonderful ass has on me. At five foot nine inches, she is just a little taller than me, lithe and slender with lovely long shapely legs … legs that soar up to those perkily curved and jutting buttocks, to join at the wide magic space between them, where I part the flare of her hips to find my secret garden of delights, my heaven on earth.

Sometimes, when we have been out for a walk or down to the local shops for a few groceries, and are strolling home, she knows just what I want most of all. She rests her hand on my forearm, and as my heart skips a beat for joy, she whispers in my ear, her warm breath making me tremble:

‘Count to 10, honey – and then follow me home!’

So I take any shopping bag that she has been carrying, maybe her coat as well if it would spoil the view, and I wait those few seconds whilst she walks ahead several paces. Then I follow my babe down the road, admiring the lovely ass that is being presented purely for my pleasure. And she knows that I am, she knows full well how much it turns me on, and that turns her on too, and she puts that extra sensuous sway into her walk so that it becomes a strut, she is stalking down the street with a ‘fuck me’ wiggle to her hips with every stride, and I can’t tear my eyes away from the swing of her butt and the cleft of her ass in the tight jeans or slacks that she usually wears. It is a good thing I am wearing a skirt and not trousers, or there would be a huge damp patch around their crotch, a real give-away. As it is, my pussy is open and drooling, my panties are sodden and sticking to me, my pulse is pounding, my palms are sweaty, my throat is dry, and I am nibbling my lower lip in breathless appreciation and anticipation.

I catch up with my honey as she stands unlocking the front door of our house, and, because it is out of view from the other houses nearby, I come up close behind her, slip my arms around her waist and then up her front to cup her shapely 30C breasts (in the summer, if she has just a T-shirt on, I’ll run my hands underneath it and squeeze her tits in their bra, or sometimes she isn’t wearing one and I stroke their cool firm flesh). I pull her tight against me, pressing my breasts into her back, drawing the curve of her ass between my hips and grinding my crotch against it with a gasp. I find her earlobe, lick and nibble it, and I whisper in her ear that she is temptress and is going to get just what she deserves as soon as we are inside!

Her breath catches, and she fumbles at the lock, for she is just as eager as me, she has the same need and desire burning in her cunt. The door swings open and we tumble into the hall, dropping bags and handbags, throwing aside jackets and hats and scarves and all of that, and we fall into each others’ arms like we’ve been parted for a year.

I grab the front of her jeans, unsnub the big brass button, feverishly tug down on the zip so that it peels apart, and I plunge one hand down inside, finding and cupping her Venus mound. My other hand seizes one of those deliciously pert ass-cheeks, pulling her firmly close whilst my fingers inside her trousers are rubbing up and down her pussy-cleft through the sodden cotton of her skimpy panties, and she gives a soft moan of pleasure – the hot minx, she loves to turn me on so much! I am kissing her mouth, her neck, telling her how amazing she is, how much I want her, how much I love her.

Claire is either tugging my camisole top off over my head or unbuttoning my shirt and stripping it down my back and arms, she wants to get her hands and mouth on my breasts which – thank the heavens – she enjoys so much; I’m a 34D, so there is plenty for her to play with. Once my top has been discarded, she will unsnap my bra at the back and fling it across the hall, or if she can’t wait even for that she will pull the bra cups down and let my tits spill out. She kneads my mounds like dough, squeezing my aroused stiff nipples between her fingers, making me gasp in my turn and redouble my pressure on her pussy. I jerk the gusset of her panties aside, and push a finger into her pussy – easily and smoothly, her labia are parted and her hole is oozing juices, it is like sliding into soft butter. As I penetrate her, she arches her back in pleasure, pressing her flat stomach against me, riding her pussy down on my upthrust finger and grinding her cunt against the palm of my hand.

She releases my tits, having warmed me up very nicely (thank you sweetie-pie!), and she reaches for the hem of my skirt and pulls it up, bunching it around my waist. Now it is my panties that are breached by a questing hand, seeking the glory-hole, and she homes in on my cunny like a cruise missile finding its target, and when she thrusts two fingers into my vagina it blows me apart, blows my mind.

Wrapped around each other, her jeans sliding part-way down her smooth thighs, we stagger the few feet into the living room – there’s no time to make it up the stairs to anything so civilised as a bed, our hunger for each other is so fierce. We kneel down on the rug in front of the hearth, arms entwined, kissing passionately, our tongues roving thirstily inside each others’ mouths.

I pause for a second and swiftly remove her top, and sometimes her sweet pointy breasts are swinging free, the nipples already stiff, ready to be kissed. Usually, she is wearing a bra, and I’ll take a moment to stroke her through the fabric before slipping my hands inside. She looks so delectable in a lacy demi-cup, or something with little feminine decorative touches – often I will have bought it for her, as I love to shop for lingerie and I see so many beautiful and sexy items that I know my babe will look hot in (it’s selfish, really, for I will have the pleasure of seeing her curves so delightfully displayed, I will have the thrill of unveiling her special places by removing them).

She puts her head back for a second, giving a shake to her shoulder-length brown hair, and I kiss the base of her throat with a fierce growl of possessiveness – you are mine, all mine, only mine! I give a firm tweak to her tits, and then quickly reach behind her back to remove her bra. Now I take one of her bright pink nipples into my mouth, licking it and sucking it and nibbling it with my teeth, whilst one hand keeps a firm grasp of her other breast. Her jeans have dropped to rest around her knees, fully revealing her sky-blue bikini panties with their dark blue patch around her pussy. My other hand delves for treasure again, but this time inside her panties, and my thumb presses on her clitoris whilst my forefinger curls round to push upwards into her vagina again.

My honey soaks up this attention for a moment, her eyes closed and a blissful grin plastered across her face, but then she pulls backwards and puts her hands on my shoulders. I know the next move, and my eyes widen in anticipation … she wants me, oh! she wants me, is ringing in my ears like the bells of heaven.

Claire eases me down with tender loving care, and I am lying on my back on the deep-pile carpet, naked above the waist (if my bra was still on, she would undo it first). My skirt is bunched around my middle, and I put my legs together for a moment whilst she tugs my panties down and off, and then I spread them apart. I know that this is how she most loves to see me – I have been wearing one of the combinations that she likes best: the black pencil skirt that comes to an inch or two above my knees, plain sheer black hold-ups, and my black leather boots. It gets her so wet to see me like this, sprawled on my back, arms and legs outflung in an X-shape, the skirt hoisted up and my knees wide apart, my pussy fully exposed and my labia puffy and open down the length of my slit.

She gets to her feet and for a moment stands over me, drinking in the view that she enjoys so much. Her trim body is fully revealed, her jeans remaining at half-mast, and almost without realising it she has slipped a hand inside her own panties and is gently stroking herself. I gaze up at her through half-lidded eyes, trying to look vampish, and I stretch languorously, deliberately pushing my breasts upwards into the air and arching my thighs as open as they can get. It is an unmistakeable offering of my cunt, shouting ‘fuck me!’ louder than any words ever could.

Claire swallows and licks her lips, her eyes gleaming. With a quick motion, standing first on one leg and then on the other, she pulls off her shoes (or sometimes those lovely light-brown cowboy boots that she likes), her trousers and her panties. She stands above me, totally nude, her hands resting akimbo on her hips, her pointy tits silhouetted against the white ceiling of the room, so that I am gazing directly up between her legs at her pussy.

She straddles me and then sinks gently down to her haunches, and her gorgeous butt is just above my face, as she settles into place on top of me for a mutual oral 69. I run my hands over her smooth flanks, down from her waist to ease her buttocks apart, and I draw her pudenda down onto my mouth. Claire gives an exhalation of breath as she feels the tip of my questing tongue along her slit, and then a louder gasp as I take a firmer grip around her thighs, pulling her pussy fully onto my face, and I thrust my tongue like a spear into her gaping vagina, lapping up the juices, savouring the special taste of my girl, my lover.

With a frisky shake of her head, Claire slips her hands around my thighs from underneath to keep them wide apart, and then she makes me squeal by running her tongue from my belly-button down across my pelvis to the clitoral hood at the top of my pussy. Adjusting her angle, she thrusts two fingers of one hand into the bottom opening of my vagina, whilst her agile tongue slurps around my clitoris, teasing it and rubbing it and nibbling it. Once she has it targeted, her fingers start a rapid pistoning penetration, making me jerk my butt up off the floor in reaction each time they smack home. She’s drilling me for oil, and she’s going to be rewarded with a gusher real soon!

We are fucking fast and furious, so aroused and so lustful for each other. I am devouring her cunt with my mouth, growling with passion and pleasure as my eyes are fastened on the stunning ass that is bobbing inches above me. Claire is beginning to pant for breath, but taking only quick gulps for air before she goes down on me again, and her finger-fucking never loses a beat – in fact, she is increasing the tempo.

Quickly, urgently, too soon, we both reach our climax, almost together. I think I am the first to come, by a few seconds, my whole body shaking as if under the impact of a rapid machine-gun burst of pleasure bullets. It makes me hug her tighter and closer, and rasp my tongue over her clit, sucking so hard I am stretching her skin. My lover gives a throaty wail, and I feel her tremble in my arms and her juice spills onto my lips and cheeks, warm and tangy and with that wonderful just-cum flavour and smell.

For a moment we are spent, exhausted volcanoes after our Krakatoa eruptions, and she rests her cheek on my sweaty inner thigh, her eyes closed and her lips and nose against the side of my pussy. I slump backwards, releasing my grip on her legs, my head on the carpet but my eyes still worshipping the sweetly-rounded ass that is quivering just a few inches above me.

Claire raises her head and looks back over her shoulder at me, a happy and contented grin on her face. She runs her tongue around her lips, looking like a cat who has just emptied a bowl of cream – and I did cream, oh yes, I creamed for you, my sleek cat, my pussy-cat … my pussy-lover. With a smile, she says that she had better put the groceries in the refrigerator – the bag is still lying, unheeded, where it was put down in the hall. Ever practical is my sweetie-pie, and I love that about her too.

So she gets to her feet, and if it’s a cool day maybe reaches for her T-shirt and shrugs it back on – the effect is actually sexier than complete nudity, for her tits are visible points thrusting into the thin cotton, and it comes down only to the top of her hips, emphasising the naked availability of the cunt and ass below. My perspective from the floor gives me a wonderful view of her butt as she deliberately flounces towards the door into the hall – but there she stops and turns towards me, striking an artful pose against the door-frame, legs apart and pussy exposed.

Claire says my second most favourite thing:

‘Go upstairs and wait for me, honey – I’ll only be a moment!’

Then she says my most favourite thing:

‘Choose a strap-on, and put it on – because I need a real hard fuck real bad!!’

She blows me two kisses, and with an excited laugh she peels herself away from door-frame and skips out of view towards the kitchen, effortlessly scooping up the bag of groceries on the way.

All my energy comes coursing back, my lust for her not sated but redoubled. With an electric thrill, I get to my feet and hurry up to our bedroom, eager to be ready and waiting there for my babe when she comes tripping up the stairs.

If you enjoyed reading this, you may like my fictional stories as well – they are all 100% lesbian … to find them, follow the author link in the header at the top. There is also one other true story about the two of us, called ‘What I Did On My Holidays’.

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Just having some fun, my fav subject, lesbian incest.

The novel I was reading was really getting hot. I let my fingers trace my hard nipples through my tank top and then pinched each nipple…hard. I moaned lightly. I could feel that familiar tingling deep in my pussy, I smiled at myself and felt my clit stiffen as I remembered the lady at the news stand who looked me up and down as I approached the counter.

She was about my mother’s age 42, and a blonde like me. I was wearing my super tight white jean shorts that show of my tight ass and the crease of my cunt. I dropped the book on purpose and turned to pick it up parting my legs to give her a good look at my pussy outlined in the crotch of the skin tight shorts. I took my time picking up the book and when I turned I could tell that she had been checking me out. I stared right at her titties and the big hard nipples that were poking out even though she wore a bra underneath.

I put the book on the counter and the lovely blonde’s raised her eyebrows, “Aren’t you a little young for this sort of thing?” she asked quite-like.

I pressed myself against the counter so my firm perky titties rested on the counter. I wasn’t wearing a bra and my small hard nipples pressed against the thin fabric. I saw the woman’s eyes dark around the store then she leaned forward and whispered, “If you come in the back for a minute I will give you your choice of any novel you want. I’m sure the woman new I was only fourteen and I loved the way she looked at me. I nodded.

The woman came out from around the counter and I saw she was wearing a short skirt that showed off the luscious curves of her ass. She moved to the door turned over the “open” sign and then locked the door.

She then took my hand and led me through a door to a small room in the back. There was a desk and an old couch with a blanket thrown over it.

“You stand here beauty, I just want to look at you for a moment,” she said as she sat on the couch. “I’m Lilly, and I think you are the sexiest little thing I have seen in a long time.”

“Thanks, I said not knowing what to do next, so I squatted spreading my legs in front of Lilly, “So where are the books you were talking about?”

“Oh my, aren’t you a picture. I have a girl of my own about your age, her name is Nicole and you are so much like her in so many ways, what’s your name sweetie?”

Lilly’s eyes were fixed on my crotch so I ran a finger up the slit in the crotch of my shorts. “Do you like my body mommy…do you…you can call me Nicole, do you want me mommy, do you want to touch me?”

Lilly hesitated, I thought at first I had gone too far, but then Lilly said in a breathy voice, “Come here and sit on mommy’s lap Nicole,” Lilly whispered with lust in her eyes.

I smiled, and tip-toed over to Lilly and slid onto her lap. I noticed a framed photo siting on the table by the couch and picked it up. In the photo there was a sexy girl with blonde hair wearing a skimpy red bikini.

“Mommy, you must like this pic. Look at how shows off my body, and how hard my little nipples are, “ I took Lilly’s hand and placed it over my right tittie, “See how hard my little nipples get for you?”

Lilly began to caress my firm tittie, rolling my hard nipple between my fingers.

“I think you bought this bikini for because of the way it shows of my little cunt lips. Mommy, I think after work you look at my picture and touch yourself, rub your pussy thinking of how much you want me…don’t you mommy?”

I spread my legs on Lilly’s lap and unzipped my shorts, and in a few movements pushed them off and threw off my tank top. I sat back down now naked, spreading my legs for Lilly.

“You can touch me mommy, I want you too, and I’ve wanted you to fuck me for a long time. See how wet my little cunt is for you mommy,” I sighed.

Lilly seemed transfixed by my wet pussy, then she turned her head and kissed me hard on the mouth. Our tongues collided as this hot mom devoured my mouth. Her mouth kissed and sucked its way down my neck and was suddenly all over my small titties, sucking and licking and biting on my stiff little nipples.

I noticed that Lilly’s phone has slipped out of her pocket. I moaned when I saw it light up, it was on silent. Nicole’s ID came up on the display.

I moaned as I reached over and opened the call and said, “Oh mommy, tell me how much you’ve wanted to fuck me, how much you’ve wanted your sexy little Nicole,” I hissed, “Get undressed as you tell me.” L
Lilly quickly pulled off her top and bra, then unzipped her skirt and pushed her skirt and panties down together. She was such a beautiful woman with her big round titties and her clean shaven cunt that glistened with her mommy juices.

“Oh Nicole baby, every day when you stumble out of bed in your bikini panties and no bra and you parade around your coffee and your toast, it’s all I can do to keep my hands off you.” Lilly continued to pinch and pull on my nipples as she launched into a sexy rant, totally unaware that her daughter could hear every word, “I want to grab those sweet firm boobs of yours and suck them for hours, then I want to bury my face in the crotch of your sexy panties and take in the smell and feel of your pussy against my nose and mouth. I want to rip those panties off you and gently open your beautiful pussy with my fingers and sink my long mommy tongue deep into your hot young cunt. Oh fuck Nicole, I want to tongue fuck you and eat you, and suck and lick your clit until your cunt explodes on my mouth and then I want to swallow every drop of your pussy nectar.”

I see that the call is still connected and my cunt almost creamed on the spot.

“I have to eat you baby, I have to eat your hot young cunt,” Lilly growled and got down between my legs and plunged her tongue deep into my pussy.

“Oh fuck, mommy that feels so good, I love your tongue inside my cunt mommy. Don’t stop, please don’t stop mommy eating out your little girl.”

Just as Lilly buried her face in my cunt I saw the door to the room open a crack, and Nicole, the real Nicole popped her head in. She had her own key to the store but to my surprise as she slipped into the room behind her mother’s back she was completely naked. She held a finger in front of her lips and smiled at me as she quietly closed the door and leaned back against it, spreading her legs and slipping two fingers into her sweet looking cunt.

The whole seen was too much for me. Lilly was now pinching my clit between two fingers and pulling hard on the slick little nub while, Nicole, the real Nicole, had spread her puffy cunt lips and was finger fucking herself while furiously rubbing her cunt with the other hand.

“Oh fuck mommy, you are going to make me cum, oh fuck yes, make your little Nicole cream all over your face!” I whimpered and began grinding my cunt into Lilly’s mouth and fingers. Nicole looked directly at me and narrowed her eyes as she finger fucked herself at a torrid pace. I couldn’t hold back any longer, My cunt began convulsing as I pressed it as hard as I could into Lilly’s face cum spewed from my cunt hole splashing all over Lilly’s face. I screamed and looked over at Nicole to see cum squirt forth from her cunt as she continued to rub her clit furiously.

Lilly clamped her mouth over my cunt and sucked the next weave of cum deep into her throat. Lilly began to suck on my clit again but it was too sensitive and I had to push her away.

Nicole had slid to the floor against the door and there was a large cum spot between her legs. Lilly kissed me on the mouth long and hard so I could taste my own cum.

Finally when I caught my breath I said softly, “Oh mommy, you made Nicole cum so fucking good.”

“Yes, and your cunt juice tastes so good little girl,” Lilly sighed and kissed me again.

“No, Lilly, I mean for real,” and I nodded towards Nicole.

Lilly turned and a socked look came over her face. We were both shocked when Nicole made a rush for her mother and grabbed and clasped her hand to her throat in a choke hold. I quickly moved as Nicole contined to coke her mother brining her to her knees and pushing her back onto the couch.

“You want to fuck me mommy,” Nicole screamed, “Then let’s do it here and now!”

Nicole released her mother’s throat and with a quick motion spread her mother’s legs roughly slipping her legs in a scissor formation on either side of Lilly’s as she slammed her wet cunt into her mother’s pussy.”

“Oh, baby, no, this isn’t right,” Lilly pleaded.

Nicole, slapped her mother’s face hard then slapped each of her beautiful tits harder, “I heard everything mommy, I heard how much I turn you on. You stupid bitch don’t you know how long I’ve wanted this to fuck you like the lesbo slut you really are? Fuck, yes, I can feel your clit rubbing on mine mommy, oh fuck it’s so good.”

“Oh baby! Oh my Nicole, fuck me, fuck your mommy hard, I am a slut, I’m your slut my daughter, my love, oh fuck my lover!” Lilly whimpered grinding her cunt hard into her daughter’s pussy.

“You,” said Nicole, “Spit on my ass and finger fuck it, “I’m going to cum all over my mother’s hot wet cunt!”

I smiled at the invitation and parted Nicole’s perfect ass cheeks, I spit on it once then twice and watched as my spittle ran down her ass crease over the tight wrinkled anus. I licked and sucked on my finger and when I let the finger circle her tight asshole Nicole stopped thrusting and I worked my finger in to the first knuckle. Suddenly Nicole thrust back quickly sending my finger deep into her tight teen ass.

Nicole groaned and continued to grind her cunt into her mother’s puffy pussy lips. They were kissing and moaning now. With my free hand I slipped a finger between Lilly’s ass cheeks, her asshole was slick with pussy juices and I slammed my finger into her mommy ass without warning.

I was ass fucking both mother and daughter and had a front row seat as they cunt fucked each other to the point of climax.

Nicole looked into her mother’s eyes, “Oh fuck mommy I love this, this is want I wanted all along. This is why I teased you, walking around half naked, leaving my cum-soaked panties on top of the laundry basket, tell me you licked them mommy, oh mommy tell me.” Nicole whimpered

“Oh fuck yes, I licked and sucked every drop of your cum from those panties Nicole, then I stuffed them up my cunt and rubbed my clit until I came all over them…Oh my little girl your cunt feels so good and with a finger in my ass mommy is going to cum. Please cum with me baby please cum all over mommy’s big wet cunt~ Lilly pleaded.
“Yes! Oh yes, mommy!” Nicole growled as saw her hips circle more rapidly and she slammed her cunt harder into her mother’s.

I slipped two fingers into Lilly’s ass and rammed one finger up into Nicole’s ass as hard as I could. Mother and daughter screamed as I leaned closer to between their legs and my face was soaked with spurt after spurt of mommy daughter cum and I finally removed my fingers from their convulsing asses.

For a long time they lay together kissing and whispering to each other so I quickly got dressed and silently made my way out the back door of the store.

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Nicole is looking for the “big one,” an orgasm she can find only while bound tightly in a rural setting. She has found the perfect abandoned barn, but things don’t turn out exactly like she expected.

“Down on the Farm” is a commissioned work. How many chapters there will be and what direction it will go depends entirely on the person who commissioned the story and is paying for it.

Finally three is finished!!!!

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Ever wake up after a long night of heavy drinking and wonder how the hell you got to where you are? Well that is how I felt when I woke up laying beside Snow; without the hangover and the wondering whom the fuck was beside me. Looking over at her sleeping I cannot help but think over the chain of events that led up to me filling my own sister with my cum. As I think over last night events, my cock begins to grow erect. Against what Snow had planned during our sleep, we still ended up side by side instead of me laying over her. Still, she now lay with her legs wide open, as if she is just waiting for someone to fill her pussy with their cock. I’ll give you two guesses on who is going to do that, first guess does not count.

Moving slowly, as not to wake her. A watches minute hand moved faster then mine. Climbing between her legs sitting back on my knees I look down at her body, exposed for me to see. My eyes start at the calf of her left leg and travels up to her thigh. As my gaze crosses her beautiful pussy, it glistens with her juices. She must be having some amazing dreams. Smirking as my roaming eyes continue to travel up her body, following the curve of her hips up to her perfect breast. As I lower myself over her body, I could not help myself. Lowering my head, I ever so gently flick my tongue over her sensitive nipple.

A small moan escapes her still sleeping form. Freezing believing I had awaken her I watch her continue to sleep, watching for any sign that she woke up. After several minutes of inactivity, I realize that she is asleep. Now I can give her what she wanted. Reaching down between us, I grab my cock, aiming it to the entrance over her pussy. As I get my cock close to her, ready to plow deep into her, three loud bangs come from down stair.

The sudden banging makes me startle, waking Snow under me. As she looks up at me she smirks, “Well hello. May I help you with something Mister?”

I smirk looking at her and drag the head of my cock up her pussy lips; a moan escaping her lips, “Maybe later. I think someone is at the door.”

“Aww I guess we have to go see who it is. I might want to go get some clothes on first.” She teases as I climb off the bed and start getting dressed.

I laugh softly looking at her as I close the fifth and final button for my black bdu pants, “Unless you want to turn on whoever is at the door I would suggest it yeah.” She laughs and walks towards the door slowly, swaying her hips as she walks. Smirking my right arm swings around and smacks her ass cheek, leaving a nice red handprint on her right ass cheek, “Go on now” command filling my voice.

Her movements quicken as she moves through my bedroom door, “Yes Master.” Her tiny voice calls out as she disappears around the corner. I shake my head slowly and walk through the bedroom door, grabbing my cell phone and a shirt on the way.

I had just begun to descend the stairs when whoever was at the door decided it would be a good idea to slam their fist against the door again. “HOLD YOUR HORSES I’M COMING!” I yell as I descend the stairs. They must have heard me; they started banging on the door without pause. With a slight growl, I descend the stairs two at a time. After proceeding down the short hallway, moving past the doorways to the kitchen and the living room, I throw open the door planning to give whoever is there an ear full. As the door swings open the fist that was pounding on the door does not meet the resistance it was expecting, cause the fist swings downward narrowly missing my nose. “WHOA!”

Standing in the doorway, a serious expression on his, is the same person that had stopped the trash can. Kristoff stood there staring at me, “Vlad, where have you been. Both Ghost and I have been trying to get a hold of you.”

“Snow came home from college last night; we were up late watching movies. What’s going on Kris?” My voice obviously displaying my worry now. By this time, Snow had walked up behind me in a white band shirt and white Tripp pants with black stitching.

“Her father and his friends have been drinking. They are trying to force themselves on her. We are going to get her right now, and put an end to this bullshit.”

Snow pushes me in the back before I can respond, “Let’s go damn it, we need to help her.” Stumbling forward I can do no more then nod.

We three rush to the car and Kristoff jumps in the front of a midnight black 67 impala. Climbing in the back Snow goes in first followed by me. As I sit down I look over to the driver side to find an older version of Kristoff sitting in the drivers seat, “Josh, how long have you been back in town?”

Josh turns to me, “Man, I got back yesterday. I was the one that dropped off Snow. Kristoff and our folks treated me to dinner then I slept in my own bed. Then get woke up this morning to Kristoff banging on my door.” He states matter of fact and turns back forward and starts to drive, Kristoff point the way to Ghosts’ house. As we go, we lay a very simple but effective plan.

Seeing as how both Josh and Kristoff had been training in various Martial Arts since they could walk we thought it best that if any fighting started they would handle it. Josh, Kristoff and I would climb into her bedroom window; which is thankfully on the bottom floor of the house. Snow would wait outside and help Ghost out of the window. Things do not always go as planned however.

We pull up a few blocks from her house. As we climb out of the car, everyone takes a good look around at the surroundings. The baby puke green house surrounded on three sides by the woods. Josh motions for everyone to remain silent and starts leading us through the trees, following my instructions on getting to her bedroom window.

Getting close to the window we can already hear them banging on her door, threatening to bust it down to get to her. Ghost already had the window open, quickly packing her clothes. Without hesitation Kristoff climbs through the window, since Ghost knows him, with Josh following close behind. Climbing through the window, I notice that they are already in position. Kristoff and Josh standing between where Ghost is still packing all her clothes and the door. As I help her pack a bag, her father keeps banging on the door and yelling. Between the banging and the slur from being drunk, it was impossible to understand what was being said.

Just as we are shoving the last of her clothes into one of her bags the door bust open and her father stumbles in, two of his friends behind him. He stands their looking dumbfounded that he did not face his daughter, just two male teens. The sound of her bag hitting the ground outside must have caught his attention because he looked up. Stumbling forward he had almost forgotten the boys until Josh spoke, “Si tuleris unum cenabis apud inferos gressus nocte.”

Her father stopped, looking at Josh confused. Kristoff answered his unasked question, “It is Latin for ‘Take one more step and you will dine in hell tonight’.” Kristoff continues to stare down her father, who decided not to listen and stumbled forward, drawing back for a hard right haymaker. Kristoff just stands there waiting for her father to swing; knowing he will never get close. As her fathers’ right arm swings forward at Kristoff, Josh explodes into a blur of movement. Moving forward into the path of the swing, he brings both arms up catching her fathers swing on his forearms. The moment they make contact Josh throws a right backhand punch; the knuckles of his right hand slamming into her fathers jaw filling the room with a sickening cracking sound. As his head bounces out to the side, throwing him off balance, Josh brings his right leg up as if to put his knee to his own chest then brings it back down hard. The sound of bones shattering echoes as the downward kick connects with her fathers’ knee.

As her father drops down to his knees, screaming in pain, Josh disappears through the door dragging one of her fathers’ friends with him. Kristoff takes a single step forward with his right foot and swings a hard cross kick as he turns his body from right to left. His right leg whips around, striking her father in the tip of his chin. His body crumbles as if someone just hit a switch. Without checking on her father Kristoff rushes into the hallway just in time to tackle the third man as he tried to go after Josh.

Ghost looks confused for a second and mumbles something. Looking at her, I tilt my head, “I didn’t catch that.”

Ghost looked up at me, “There were four guys in total.”

No sooner then she finished speak then Snow started screaming, “SNOW!” I rush to the window and quickly climb through. Ghost tries to follow until I yell over my shoulder, “GHOST! GET THE GUYS!” She knew I was talking of Josh and Kristoff. Not looking back, I follow the sounds of someone struggling; suddenly coming to a clearing in the woods just as the man throws Snow to the ground. He leans over her and starts trying to undress her; the sounds of clothing ripping filling the air. Seeing no other option, I grab the first thing I can think of, a rock about the size of my fist. Running up behind him gets his attention focused on me instead of my sister just in time for me to swing and slam the rock against his temple.

His body crumbles and falls to the side; laying unconscious. Josh, Kristoff and Ghost break through the tree line looking at Snow and I, the blood still dripping from my hand. Snow stands and hugs me tight, taking the rock from my hand and dropping it to the ground. Kristoff runs over grabbing my arm, “Come one, we got to go. Someone heard the fighting and called the cops. I can already hear the sirens.”

I nod slowly and turn the direction I am being pulled. Running along behind the others as if in a dream. Seeing Ghost stop running long enough to grab her bag from the ground outside her window. Josh slides across the hood of his car and quickly climbs into driver seat as Kris entered the passenger side. I ended up in the back with Snow and Ghost clinging to either side with my arms around them. Kristoff jumps into the front seat and Josh floors it.

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The next day I am sitting on the couch flipping through the channels on the TV with one foot propped up on the table while Snow and Ghost sit in the kitchen. They were cooking supper for us. Josh and Kristoff had stayed the night to make sure her father did not come after us. They had gone home when it seemed obvious that he was not coming.

Suddenly a series of three quick vibrations happen in my right pocket, scaring the prime mortal hell out of me “Oh shit!” I scream loudly and could not stop myself from laughing. Hearing my girly ass scream the girls come running. Stopping they stand dumbfounded as I fumble in my pocket “Sorry, my pocket vibrated and scared me.”

Ghost and Snow both started laughing watching me “You fucking pussy.” Snow and Ghost said at the same time.

Standing I walk over to them, a mocking hurt expression on my face “To hell with the both of you.” They laugh all the harder as I check the text that damn near made the room smell of piss. “Hey, go get ready. We are going out.”

Ghost raised her eyebrow looking at me as Snow spoke “And pray tell where are we going?”

“We are going to The Crypt.” The Crypt was a bar the next town over that serviced mostly Goth kids. However, Emo and Scene kids were known to come and go.

“Why are we going there?” Ghost ask as she steps closer. She loved going to The Crypt. Even though we were under age, we were able to go in because we were friends with members of some of the more popular bands that came to play there. We just had to endure this big ass black X on our hands. Well, except for Snow.

“Salem’s Lot is playing tonight.”

“I thought James said they couldn’t get booked this weekend. Some bullshit about another band threatens to pull out of the battle of the bands next month if they didn’t get to play this weekend.” Ghost replied quickly, Snow confused as hell looking at us.

As I go to respond, Snow cuts me off, “Okay hold up. Who the hell is Salem’s Lot and who is James?”

Ghost laughed as she looks at Snow “Sorry. James Salem is a friend of ours, about your age.”

“And Salem’s Lot is the name of his band.” I said to her without missing a beat.

She nods slowly looking at me “Sounds legit to me.” She smiles and grabs Ghost by the wrist and pulls her up the stairs. I could not help but stare at their asses as they ran up the stairs, my cock slowly growing semi erect as I think of the things I would do to those asses. Checking the text again seeing that we had about an hour before Josh and Kristoff showed back up to give us a ride. Shrugging I tossed my nightmarish phone onto the couch and walked up the stairs slowly, hearing Snow and Ghost talking in Snows bedroom. I could not hear it all, just them trying to decide what to wear. Slowly shaking my head, I walk into my bedroom. Deciding on a pair of black tripp pants, no chains, with toxic green stitching and a long sleeve shirt. Designed for the left side to be the same shade of toxic green while the other side was black. Moving quickly from the bedroom I head into the bathroom to go a head and get my shower over with while they decide what to wear.

Meanwhile in the bedroom of Mrs. Snow, Ghost is looking through her bag. The more she looks the more upset she gets. Snow walks over and gently puts a hand on her shoulder “What’s wrong?”

Ghost looks up at her, tears forming in her eyes “I truly have nothing to wear. Everything I had was dirty when I shoved it in the bag. The only thing that was clean was some clothes I laze around the house in.”

Snow smiles reassuringly to her “Don’t worry about it. You can borrow some of my old clothes tonight. We will make sure your clothes are washed tomorrow…”

Suddenly Ghost throws her arms around her “Oh, thank you!”

Snow smiles softly and hugs her, slowly stroking her hair “You are welcome Sweetie. Now, let us see if we can’t find something for us to wear.”

In the twenty minutes it took me to shower, they had set a new record. Two females had gone through closest and dresser drawers, coming out with two full outfits. When I stepped out of the bathroom, having to hold up the heavy pants because I had forgotten a belt, Snow stood there tapping her foot. As soon as I cleared the doorway, she rushed past me to get past me. Either by accident or intentional her breast had been pressed to my arm as she went by.

When we had gotten her to our house the night before Ghost had felt dirty so she had showered almost as soon as she got inside. Then again this morning. Looking through Snow’s bedroom door as I passed by wondering if she was feeling well, she was nowhere to be seen. That was when I heard movement downstairs in the kitchen and had forgotten they were in the middle of making supper when the text had come in.

Smiling softly I make my way into my bedroom to finish getting ready. Did not take much more. Socks, boots, little eyeliner and two pyramid studded leather bracelets. I was ready to go. My medium length black hair was hard to do anything with style wise so I just brushed out the tangles and let it have its way.

Finally finished I make my way down the stairs to the kitchen about to offer to help her with supper, however that was out of the question. She had it ready and on the table. It was not much, however it still looked amazing. Shells and white cheese, instant mash potatoes and chicken strips. Smiling to her, seeing that she had not gotten ready yet, I step up behind her just as she was putting the last plate of food on the table. As I get close, I slide my arms around her from behind. “Looks good enough to eat love.”

She smiles and turns her head to me, kissing my cheek as her hands cover mine, “I would hope so. Honestly, Snow did most of the work. I just watched and followed her instructions.”

“Never the less.” Smiling to her, I kiss her softly as I hold her to me. Enjoying the feel of the softness of her lips on mine. About that time, we hear the bathroom door open. Obviously, Snow was finished.

Ghost breaks the kiss and looks at the door to the kitchen before pulling, almost reluctantly, from my arms “I got to go get ready. Should not take long. Go a head and eat if you want, I will when I get done.”

I did not get the chance to respond before she was out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Smiling as she does I turn back to the table and pick up one of the chicken strips from my plate, regretting it instantly. It would appear that they were the last cooked because it burnt my fingers. With a grunt, I dropped the strip back to the plate and began to check that I still had fingerprints left.

With my dignity in shreds, I move back into the living room to retrieve my phone, making sure I got no new messages before depositing it into my pocket. With a small yawn, I fall down onto the couch and lay my head back, closing my eyes. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know Ghost is shaking me awake, “Come eat. They should be here soon to get us.”

Standing slowly I smile to her looking over her outfit. Snow and her had chosen quite well. She stood before me wearing a plain black t-shirt, a black thigh length skirt with her black converse. Under the t-shirt must have been one of Snows fishnet shirts because as the sleeves of the tight t-shirt ends fishnet covers the rest of her arms. Nodding approvingly, I smile to her, “I like it.”

Taking her hand in mine, I walk with her into the kitchen to eat. Seeing Snow in almost the same outfit, only her classic white, I know it might be an interesting night.

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Walking into The Crypt was always like walking into a second home for me. Tonight was no different. Salem’s Lot had been booked at the last minute; however, they still had the place packed. Wading into the crowd, Ghost, Kris and I sporting fresh black sharpie X’s on the back of each hand, we make our way towards the front. We were running a bit late so the band was already in full swing. Currently they were playing one of their original songs “Lilys Of The Valley.” He had never explained what he had used as an influence; however, it was the only song written by the drummer. It was about a women being beaten by her husband until she could not take it any more and poisoned his food. Even without explaining it, it was still their most popular original song so the pounding beats had the entire place in a roar.

After about an hour of playing James announced that they were going to have a brief fifteen minute intermission so they could refuel. Most of the crowd walked outside, however we just moved over to a table. “Hey, the girls are going to use the powder room. Why don’t you three get some drinks for us while you go to the counter?” All three of us were about halfway through the process of sitting down when Snow said this. Obviously, we were not planning on going to the counter. She took Ghost away before we could point this out. However, we did anyway.

As Snow and Ghost get to the bathroom, they are both shocked and relieved to see that there was not a line. Ghost had finished before Snow did so by the time Snow came out of the stall, Ghost was already washing her hands. Snow looks at Ghost from where she was just outside of the stall door, biting her lower lip. She had been stealing glances at Ghost all night hoping she would notice. She had a girlfriend back at college, but that was a long way away. They were loose relationship however. As long as Snow shared every detail, she did not care.

Snow slowly moved in behind Ghost and wraps her arms around her waist, washing her hands in the same sink. As she feels arms go around her Ghost jumps for a moment before looking in the mirror and seeing Snow. Smiling to her reflect Ghost ask the obvious question, “What are you doing?”

Snow smiles to her in the mirror as she comes up with a response on the fly, “It is more eco-friendly if we use the same sink.” She presses herself closer to Ghost. Her breast pressing into her back and her hips pressing against her ass.

Ghost gives the faintest of a shiver from the closeness, hoping Snow did not notice. Truthfully, she had been stealing peeks at her for most of the night. She had never been with another girl before. She was curious. Very curious. However something stopped her from making the move right there. Vlad. While she had been thinking about this Snow had leaned her head in close and began placing soft kissing along the exposed flesh of her neck. Ghost closed her eyes and moaned softly. The thought of him brought her eyes back open to look at his older sister in the mirror. “What about Vlad?” Was all she could manage to ask.

Snow looks at her in the mirror before she slowly kissed her way along her jaw line, whispering softly to her, “I am quite sure he will be alright with his sister tasting you. Thrilled even.” As she spoke, her breath landed on Ghosts’ flesh, giving her words a gentle physical caress.

Another quiet moan escapes Ghosts’ lips as she speaks, pressing her ass back against Snows’ hips. “We shouldn’t disappoint him then.” She smirks into the mirror as she speaks.

Snow smirks over her shoulder, “We really shouldn’t.” As she speaks her hands come to rest on Ghosts’ waist, her lips finding their way back the younger girls neck. Slowly she nips at the young flesh as her hands begin to caress Ghosts’ sides and stomach, her hands working her shirt and fishnet upwards.

Snow feels the younger girl drop her head to the side giving her more access to the lovely flesh. Once the shirt is about halfway up her stomach Snow slowly slides her hands under the fabric of her shirts. Her fingers dancing along the flesh as they made their way upwards. Coming finally to their destination, Snows’ hands cup her breast through the lacey fabric of the red bra she had loaned the girl. Her fingers massaging and kneading the soft flesh. With a faint moan, Ghost arches her back, trying to press her breast more into her hands.

That was all the encouragement that Snow needed from Ghost as arched into her hands, making her grasp at he girl’s breast more, letting her fingers nails dig in through the red lace of the bra. She smirked against the back of her neck, feeling how Ghost’s breathing was picking up as Show began to grind against the girl’s ass. Running her right hand lightly down Ghost’s stomach letting her nails graze along her flesh, Ghost’s muscles tensed as another slight tremor moved through her body. Snow’s left hand still on her full breast kneaded and massaged more before she moved her hand down to cup it more as her index and middle finger moved up to pinch her nipple between them feeling it harden.

Ghost whimpered more feeling the pinch to her nipple but more so when she felt Snow’s hand traveling lower to the waistline of her skirt then down along the apex of her thighs and along her right inner thigh. Ghost raised her eyes to look at Snow in the mirror once more, her tongue peeking out across her bottom lip from both nervousness and lust. Snow looks back at her, watching her face as she nips lightly once more at the back of her neck before moving her head around more to the side and running her tongue along it. Ghost watches her do it as well as feeling the hot moisture of her saliva on her neck and bites her lip even harder, causing it to swell just a bit.

Snows left hand moves down more before finding the hem of her skirt, sliding her hand under it and back along her inner, grazing her pussy lips lightly before rubbing her fingertips across her mound. Feeling Snow’s hand moving up her thigh to her mound, Ghost lets out a soft moan, letting her eyes close partially, goose bumps following the path of her touch. Snow moved her fingers down over her mound to a lot her lips, pressing the matching red lace panties between her lips and smirking at feeling how wet Ghost was getting just from the light play.

Suddenly grinning, Snow drops her hand from her breast to wrap her arm around Ghost’s waist and pulls her backwards, walking her as Snow continues to tease her through the panties pressing hard enough to push the panties into her entrance just a bit, making them even wetter. She was pulling her back into the stall she had just come from and Ghost let her, her body trembling waiting for, wanting whatever came next. As soon as Snow had Ghost back into the stall, she pushed the door closed and locked it almost shoving Ghost into her, pinning her against it, which made Ghost whimper out in surprise and excitement.

Snow pulled her hand away from her wet pussy and bringing her damp finger up to Ghosts lips, growling lightly in her ear. “Suck it off, taste that cunt.” Ghost moans lightly again parting her lips to suck Snow’s finger into her mouth, moaning more at the taste of her own juices. Smiling now, Snow pulls her fingers from Ghost lips then runs her hands down along the girls’ arms to catch her hands and pull them upward to the top of the stall door. “Grab hold and don’t let go.” Snow whispers in her ear causing Ghost to grip the top of the stall door as Snow starts to move down along her body, pressing her breasts against her back then her ass as she squats in the floor.
Pushing Ghost’s skirt up she leans in more to run her tongue teasingly along her pussy through her panties, making the younger girl gasp and tremble more. “Oh fuck…” Snow knowing now how wet her panties were suddenly reaches up and yanks then down to her ankles, pulling to make her step out of them. When Ghost does, she stuffs them in her pocket. “I think my brother will love to have these.” Ghost tries to look back over her shoulder down to Snow with a blush staining her cheek just to cry out softly as Snow runs her tongue between her pussy lips and across her entrance.

Then Snow suddenly went at her, shoving her tongue deep in her waiting pussy, rubbing it along her walls just to find her sweet spot and flicking her tongue across it, making Ghost grip the top of the stall harder, making her rise up on her tip toes as a wave of pleasure hits her. Snow reaches up and places her hands at her hips pulling her back down just to start pumping her tongue in and out of her pussy, tasting her juices as the girl becomes wetter and wetter. It all so shocking and exciting that it does not take Ghost long to get really turned on. Here she was in the bathroom of the Crypt, with Vlads’ sister, having her first girl on girl experience.

Snow tasting her lust grins against her pussy and pulls her tongue out to run it up between her pussy lips and tease her clit, flicking it, circling it even grinding it across it making Ghost cry out more. The younger girl rocks her hips back, pressing more against Snow’s tongue just as Snow brings her index and middle finger up to push them inside of her pussy making Ghost stiffen and moan out more as they start moving inside of her hard and fast. The speed and friction as well as Snow’s tongue still working Ghost’s clit hard and fast makes her cry out more as her knuckles turn white as she grips the stall door hard. It hits her hard and fast, she climaxes, her orgasm making her almost scream out just as another girl starts to come in the bathroom. However, hearing her calling out she pauses and then steps back out with a laugh deciding to wait till the two were done.

Snow laps her juices that drip from her pussy as she still fingers her, pushing her excitement higher until she feels her coming down then she pulls back, licking her lips and then her fingers as she stands. When she does, she takes the panting still whimpering Ghost’s hair and yanks her head back to kiss her hard, rolling her tongue across her letting her taste her own cum. Before pulling back and smirking at her. “Good bitch.”

Snow walks out of the stall, spinning the wet panties on her finger. Looking at where Ghost was still panting hard in the stall she smirks, “Just wait until we get home tonight. That’s when the real fun begins.” He says to her as she winks, walking past the Raven-haired girl that had tried to come in before. The panties still in full view.

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