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    Claire’s relucant work at the woman-demeaning organisation “Titcage” has gradually changed her into a degraded slut.

    Chapter 29
    THE LOBBY DIVISION AND ANOTHER PARTY

    Michael welcomed Claire back to work by fucking her cunt. After she removed her panties, he bent her over his desk and stuck his cock into her twat. Claire had been expecting this for a while now and it came as no real surprise. She cried a little as he raped her, but let him do what he wanted, and soon he ejaculated in her vagina and then pulled out.

    ‘The sperm will be your panties today, Claire,’ he told her. ‘Don’t clean it up.’ She stood there, obediently letting it drip down her thighs.

    He gave her her new requirements for R grade.

    R Grade
    Presentation:
    – Does not wear clothes or cover body between waking up and twenty minutes before leaving for work or school.
    – All immediate family and housemates see her tits weekly.
    – All close friends have seen her tits.
    – Does not wear underwear of any sort
    Attitude & Obedience:
    – Kneels on ground rather than sits on chair unless ordered otherwise.
    – Demeans self without being prompted.
    Routine:
    – Spends four hours a week crawling on all fours, two of them naked.
    – Eats one meal a week from a bowl like a dog.
    – Once per week spends a weekday with an active vibrator in her twat held in place by her clit ring.
    Toileting:
    – Cleans her cunt after pissing or masturbation by wiping it with hand then licking hand.
    – Always pisses self in public while wearing a swimsuit.
    Masturbation:
    – Masturbates or has dildo in twat while eating.
    – Often masturbates in public in places she can’t be seen (cinemas, outdoors at night, etc)
    – If caught or seen masturbating, does not cover herself and continues masturbating until orgasm or told to stop.
    – Licks clean any object that has been in her twat.
    – Reliably becomes wet when abused, humiliated, hurt or degraded.
    Treatment of Sluts:
    – Encourages male friends to hurt and rape other sluts.
    – Encourages female friends to be naked or dressed sluttily around men; is cruel to them if they do not obey.
    – Holds a porn viewing night at least once a week with at least three attendees, at least one of them male. Dresses sluttily and ensures the porn features rape and degradation of women.
    Treatment of Men:
    – Encourages male friends to photograph her naked; poses for these photographs.
    – Is fucked in the pussy twice a week.
    – Sucks cock three times a week.
    – All male friends have felt her naked tits and feel comfortable touching them whenever they please.

    Claire looked at them. They were even sluttier than anything she’d done so far. Porn viewing parties? Having to kneel instead of sit? Masturbating while eating? But she knew she would do them. Her earbuds had told her she would, and they wouldn’t lie to her, because they spoke in her voice. She was the kind of slut who would do these things.

    Michael went on to tell her that she was being transferred to a new division today. It was the Lobby Division, the part of Titcage that actively worked at lobbying politicians to legislate less rights for women. It was on the third floor. Steph (‘Cuntcandy’) and Kitten would be going with her, but Sluthole (Michael said, stroking Claire’s tits) would be staying behind.

    The Lobby Division, Claire noticed immediately, had a lot more sluts of higher grades. Most of the women here were crawling around on all fours. They all had breasts at least as large as Claire’s – some much bigger – and Claire thought she could see what looked like sperm drying on the faces and breasts of some of them. A few were completely naked, and Claire obediently (and eagerly) stared at their perfect, nude cunts.

    The sluts here didn’t have real workstations or desks – only the men had that privilege. Instead the sluts would kneel along one wall, with their backs to the wall, their clit rings connected to short chains coming from the floor, and their collars connected to leashes tied to the wall. Each girl had a small laptop in front of them to work from. From time to time men would come by and get blowjobs from a slut they liked the look of.

    Claire had barely connected her collar and clit ring to the restraints when she got to see Steph give her first blowjob. A young man had seen her the second she walked in, and was waiting eagerly for Steph to get in place. As soon as she was chained and leashed, he stepped up and pushed his cock into her face. Steph tried to turn her face away, but the leash and chain left her little room to move. The man slapped her face, and when she opened her mouth in surprise he jammed his cock in.

    Steph started to cry, and had to be slapped again to made to start sucking on the dick in her mouth. Claire watched, fascinated, as her sister was raped, and by the time the man ejaculated in Steph’s mouth Claire’s pussy was dripping wet.

    The work in lobby division on the laptops involved Claire reaching out to sluts on Titcage’s blackmail list and getting them to record testimonials supporting Titcage’s lobby efforts. The testimonials were always deeply humiliating and usually caused the sluts to betray their own deeply held beliefs. They made Claire’s pussy wet to watch.

    A few samples:

    “My name is Melinda and I’m a lesbian. I like to claim that lesbianism is something I was born with and not a choice, but secretly I just do it for the attention I get from boys. Nothing makes me wetter than a boy watching while I tongue-kiss a girl. Every time I lick my lover’s cunt I secretly wish a man would burst in and rape us both.”

    “My name is Jessica and I have been raped three times. Every time I was raped I filed charges with police, but what I didn’t tell the police was I orgasmed in ever rape – one of them twice – and that each night I lie away rubbing my pussy while I think about the way I was used. I hope I get raped again soon.”

    “My name is Jen and I get sexually harassed at work. Workmates call me ‘bitch’ or ‘cunt’ and comment on the size of my tits or how loose my pussy must be, and they grope my boobs whenever they feel like it. But I love it. I love being demeaned and I love the attention and I wish they’d just pull off my clothes and use me.”

    For many videos Claire requested three versions: a ‘straight’ version where the slut was clothed and as respectable as a slut could be; a ‘horny’ version where the girl was clearly masturbating as she spoke, and a ‘whore’ version where the girl was completely nude on camera.

    But Claire’s real work happened in the lobby division meetings. Male staff would meet with a businessman or politician to discuss Titcage’s agenda. Claire would be invited to these meetings, and she would kneel under the table and suck the dick of the visitor to keep him in a receptive mood to the presentation.

    Claire learned of her first “success” in her dick-sucking role about a week after she started in Lobby. Michael told her the national parliament had voted for changes to sexual assault laws. It would now be a defence to a charge of rape if the rapist could prove the girl had dressed in a particularly slutty fashion, or had deliberately cockteased her rapist. Many, many more rapists would be able to enjoy freedom because Claire had sucked politician cock so well. And as an added benefit, evidence in rape trials would now be more focused around how slutty the victim looked and whether she was a cocktease. Practically every rape victim would now be thoroughly humiliated and degraded in court.

    Claire was told all this while Michael was fucking her pussy. She had a pig-cum popsicle in her mouth so all she could do was moan. She was horrified at what she had done; she had helped degrade thousands of women throughout the nation. And yet at the thought of some slut sitting there in court, being asked whether she had deliberately brushed her tits against her rapist, being asked if she was secretly begging to be raped, Claire felt her pussy spasm around Michael’s cock, and she orgasmed.

    At home, Claire had to get used to masturbating while eating. Her father was shocked the first time Claire did it, sitting naked at the table and rubbing her twat while she ate, but then he thought it was wonderful. He instructed Claire and Steph to make sure that the food Claire was served was appropriate for her new hobby, and so Claire soon found that she was regularly being served sausages, which her father made her eat ‘properly’ – which meant fellating them before eating them – and tuna tacos, where she would be made to lick the tuna melt out of the shell. Her father thought these were hilarious, and soon found a range of other phallic foods for her to suck on or concave dishes for her to lick out.

    Claire had to compound her humiliation by telling her father that her Titcage rank required her to eat out of a dogbowl. Her father helpfully bought a dogbowl with the custom name ‘FUCKTWAT’ written on the side, and at least one night a week he would put it on the floor and pour Claire’s dinner into it, so she could lap it up with her tongue on all fours while trying to rub her pussy.

    And her father would never let her cum. He would always slap her hand away just as she was breathing heavily, and then beat her pussy for being slutty and then smear her cunt juices on her face.

    As a result, Claire always went to bed horny, and she relied increasingly on her sister to kiss her and rub her tits and finger her twat for her until she came. She felt incredibly guilty performing sex acts with her sister but she was always so wet by bedtime she couldn’t help herself.

    The sex helped Steph forget about work. Claire’s sister was now sucking several cocks a day, and drinking piss as well. The men always set Steph’s clit ring to buzz as they raped her mouth, to help her associate cocks with arousal. It was messing with Steph’s head and the girl always came home crying with a wet pussy.

    During the week Ben took Claire to another party. Amy, Soo-jin, Jace and Elena were there, along with a busty brunette called Shay and two guys called Chris and Emmett. The boys all enjoyed Claire saying hello them by giving them a long hug, and Jace enjoyed it when Claire supplemented her hug by tongue kissing him.

    Claire was wearing a short skirt and a tight pink bikini that didn’t quite fit. It looked intensely slutty and her tits were squeezing out of the sides of the bikini in all directions. Naturally she had no panties. She looked like a whore and hated it, but she had made the mistake of letting Ben choose her outfit for the night. Claire’s tits themselves were shiny and sticky, a leftover of the titjob she’d given Ben before dressing. She could feel the sperm making her nipples stick to the inside of her bikini.

    “Wow,” the new boy Emmett said, after getting his hug from you. “Don’t you feel underdressed?”

    Claire paused, thinking about her rules. “No,” she said, “this is exactly what a bitch like me should wear.” She had wanted to say ‘girl’, but that word wasn’t appropriate for Claire. And besides, she was supposed to demean herself unprompted now.

    Amy had a surprise for Claire; the redhead was leading her friend Elena around on a leash! Elena looked miserable and humiliated. ‘We’re an item now,’ Amy explained. ‘It turns out Elena has had a crush on me for years, haven’t you Elena?’

    ‘Yes mistress,’ said Elena.

    ‘She has been rubbing her cunt every night like a slutty lesbian while thinking about me, haven’t you, Elena?’ said Amy, enjoying herself immensely.

    ‘Yes, mistress,’ said Elena.

    The party was just getting started. Claire had poured herself a drink, when she heard Jace say, ‘Hold on, I need to go take a piss.’

    Claire realised she was obliged by her rules to do something. She felt herself turn red. She had to ask to watch. Did she have to say it in front of everyone? She sidled over to Jace, and whispered in his ear, ‘Can I watch?’ She felt her whole body flushing with shame.

    Jace looked down at her. ‘Man, you are such a slut,’ he said. ‘All right, sure, you can come honey.”

    Claire followed Jace to the toilet. They both went inside and he closed the door behind them. Claire suddenly realised another rule. She was inside a bathroom; she needed to be naked. Crying, she started to pull off her clothes.

    ‘Damn, bitch,’ said Jace. ‘You know I really do have to piss, right?’ Claire, naked now, her tits and cunt on display, just nodded, tears running down her face.

    Jace reluctantly turned away from Claire, and tried to piss, but her show had made his cock hard. ‘Fuck,’ he said.

    ‘I can help,’ Claire said quietly. She got Jace to sit on the toilet, then knelt in front of him and took his dick into her mouth. She then proceeded to suck him until he came in her mouth. She showed him her mouth of sperm until he got the idea and gave her permission to swallow. Then she put his cock back in her mouth and held still while he pissed in it.

    ‘Your piss tastes good,’ she said afterwards, ‘I liked the way you used me as your toilet. Thank you.’

    ‘I liked using you,’ said Jace, standing.

    ‘You can take pictures of me if you like,’ said Claire quickly.

    It turned out Jace did like. He took several photos of her kneeling naked by the toilet with little drool-lines of sperm and piss running from her lips. Claire posed, cupping her tits for him.

    Afterwards she dressed and went back to the party. She had several cups of rum, the second and third flavoured by her own urine after she pissed outside in the backyard. Then Amy moved the party into her bedroom. She said she’d bought Elena a new vibrator, and Elena was keen to show it off for everyone.

    This presented another problem, in that Claire had to be nude in bedrooms too. She quietly asked the group who assembled in the small room if they would mind if she took her clothes off. No one did, so she did a humiliating strip in front of everyone until she was nude, and then knelt by the bed.

    It turned out Elena was stripping too. Claire didn’t know what hold Amy had over Elena, but it was clear that Elena wasn’t happy as she stripped naked in front of her friends. Then Elena got on the bed, crying, and began to rape her own twat with a big purple dildo while everyone watched.

    Claire remember Ben using Claire’s mouth to fantasise about Elena. She also remembered her rules.

    ‘I bet Ben would like to fuck Elena,’ she said quietly. ‘Would he be able to?’

    Elena froze, dildo half-in, half-out of her cunt. Amy laughed.

    ‘Why not? Go for it, Ben. She’s very tight.’

    Elena dropped the dildo and tried to scramble away. ‘Catch her,’ Claire urged, staring at Elena’s cunt. Ben did, and then took out his cock and proceeded to stuff it into the weeping girl’s wet twat

    ‘This is wrong,’ said Soo-Jin backing away.

    ‘She won’t say that with a cock inside her,’ suggested Claire, not even understanding what she was saying. As she watched, Jace stepped over and grabbed Soo-Jin, and began ripping off her clothes. Shay started to scream, and then Emmett was grabbing her and exposing her large tits.

    It was a rape party. Girls all around Claire were being raped, and she had suggested it. Jace was shoving his tool into Soo-Jin’s ass, and Emmett had Shay pinned to the ground with his cock in her mouth.

    Claire rounded out the party; she went over to Chris before he could take matters into his own hands, and kissed him on the mouth while she extracted his cock. Then she bent over the bed, her ass sticking out, and let him slide into her cunt from behind. It felt great. Claire’s face was only inches from Elena’s cunt, and she had a great view of it being raped by Ben’s dick, until she found something else being put in front of her. It was Amy’s cunt.

    ‘Please lick me, Claire,’ Amy breathed. Claire complied. The cunt was dripping wet and salty and warm and Claire loved it.

    The raping went all night. Claire took all the men in her cunt at some point; at one point she had a dick in her pussy, a dick in her mouth, and Shay being forced to lick her clitoris all at the same time. She raped Soo-jin herself at one point, twisting the little Korean slut’s clitoris until she agreed to lick Clair’s beaver. And she had the pleasure of using her tongue to lick Ben’s sperm out of a weeping Elena’s vagina.

    Amy, who had started out so horny and excited, was crying by the time the second of her male friends had urinated in her mouth. Covered in cum, she 69ed Shay while the men all watched, and then had her cunt raped twice more. When she tried to get away earlier in the night, the men caught her and then, at Claire’s suggestion, Ben whipped Amy’s tits and cunt with a belt until she agreed to stay until they were done.

    Through it all, Claire thanked the men and told them how much she liked being raped and being filled with their sperm. She also encouraged them to take photos, and they did. All of them got good shots of a nude, cum-soaked Claire begging for their cocks.

    At the end, as the exhausted men finally stepped back from the pile of naked, sticky, crying girls, Claire took the time to tell all the girls that if any of them made rape allegations, she would testify that they had asked for sex and orgasmed many times. And all the men’s photos of them would go into evidence.

    Claire licked each of the departing men’s cocks clean as they left, and invited them to come over to a regular porn viewing night she was thinking of having at her place. They agreed they would, and then left.

    Ben escorted Claire out to the car to drive her home, and it was then that the sexual high finally wore off Claire, and she thought about what she had done to meet her Titcage rules. She realised she had encouraged and aided in the violent rape of several of her friends, that she had raped several of the girls herself and licked cum from their pussies, that she had fucked total strangers and let them cum and piss in her, and that she had agreed to host another similar party in the near future at her own house.

    She doubled over and vomited.

    (To be continued….)


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  • The Rogue’s Harem Book 3, Chapter 8: The Princess’s Resonance

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    Princess Ava opens the vault as her father arrives with the Paragon’s monsters.

    The Rogue’s Harem

    Book Three: The Rogue’s Passionate Harem

    Part Eight: The Princess’s Resonance

    By mypenname3000

    Copyright 2018

    Note: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this.

    Chapter Twenty-Two: Rebirth

    Ealaín – Az, Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch

    My pussy clenched down on Sven’s cock as his question echoed around me. I shivered and glanced to my left, locking onto my charge. My wife now. Kora writhed in a daisy chain with the others, lying on her side, performing such a delicious act of love as she ate Zanyia’s pussy. The lamia’s tail swished as she devoured Nathalie who had her face buried into Princess Ava who feasted on Greta who lapped at Aingeal, who finished off the chain by pleasuring Kora.

    My heart melted at the sight of it. A pang formed in my stomach that cut through the pleasure of my orgasm. Everything was so confusing. I thought I’d done the right thing by convincing my Goddess-mother of where Kora should be. It was best for her heart, but it would hurt her.

    I would hurt her.

    “I don’t know,” I said, a wave of hopelessness washed through me. What could be done about any of it? Sven’s deal with my mother had such precise stipulations.

    How did this happen to me? I shouldn’t be this involved. I was never meant to fall in love with my charge. I was her muse, here to inspire her in the sexual art and her other endeavors, to protect her from the dangers of the world so she could focus on bringing beauty into the world.

    “You don’t know?” Sven said, his hands sliding up my body. He found my large breasts, squeezing and kneading them, his cock hard in my cum-filled pussy.

    “You made a promise to my mother. You know why I can’t do anything.” I looked over my shoulder at Sven, his blue eyes shot into mine. “You can’t have her adventuring with you. And she’s pregnant now, too. All the more reason that she has to give this up.” Saying these words hurt. I didn’t want to split her up from Sven. I wanted her to be with him, but…

    I was wrong. Kora should be with her brother. She loved him. She was his wife now, but…

    “You’ll be with her?” he asked, voice low.

    “Always,” I breathed, shuddering beneath him. That was true. I would be with Kora for as long as I could be; her living muse.

    “At least there’s that,” Sven said, his hands squeezed my breasts. “I… I trust you to protect her for me.”

    A wave of joy washed through me. Tears tinged my eyes. I don’t know why, but his faith in me… It touched me. This man had pulled me into the fold of his harem. His sister wanted me to be apart of all of this, so he welcomed me, too.

    For her.

    I turned my head as he leaned down. I shuddered as he kissed me hard. I felt the strength of his lips on mine. His hands squeezed my breasts. I squeezed my eyes shut. Because of me, our family would be split apart soon.

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

    Princess Ava

    I still buzzed from the celebration of our nuptials. If Priest Otmar and his wife hadn’t started urging us out of their temple because they had others who needed to use it, we would have made love for hours more, inspired by Kora and her brother.

    Our husband.

    I felt like glowing as we stepped out of the temple. The sun was past its zenith and heading towards the day’s end. I stretched my back as a wave of joy washed through me. My back popped for a moment, my dress swaying around my thighs, rustling with my movement. I stared out at the people bustling down the street, mostly Zeutchian humans with blond or brown hair, their skin as pale as mine.

    None of them knew we were all Sven’s wives now. That I was pregnant.

    A giddy thrill washed through me. Every time I thought about it, that I was pregnant with his child, not my father’s. I was free of my father and his horrible spell. I no longer had my lusts twisted, inflaming my body to lie with him. I didn’t feel a single urge to be with him.

    I felt like a different woman. I was reborn inside the temple.

    “I know,” Kora said, appearing at my side. She smiled, her face flushed. Her blonde hair, gathered in a pair of braids that fell down her back, smiled at me. Her pink priestly robes clung to her lithe body. She hooked her arm with mine. “We’re both pregnant!”

    “Yes!” I beamed at her. “Our children will be born at the same time. They’re going to grow up, so close to each other.”

    Kora nodded her head, her free hand sliding down to rub at her stomach. I hoped that her brother’s child grew in her. I knew I had conceived and prayed she had, too. It was such a naughty thing if she had, the proof of their incestuous love. My lust for my father had only one good outcome: I accepted Sven and Kora’s taboo relationship.

    I got to revel in it. Enjoy it with her.

    I strolled beside her, smiling with joy, my free hand rubbing at my belly. I had Sven’s baby growing inside of me. I was his bride. My joy felt so bright inside of me I was surprised I wasn’t glowing as bright as the sun. It wanted to burst out of me. I wanted everyone to know how happy I was.

    The other women walking with us, the other members of the harem, looked just as delighted. Zanyia had an extra zest to her scamper as she scurried at Sven’s side. Greta and Nathalie giggled as they held hands, glancing at each other with such beaming joy. Aingeal’s laughter floated down from above. If I could see her, I knew she would be beaming, her big tits jiggling. Even Ealaín, walking on Sven’s other side in her armor, strode with such purpose.

    The sun set before us, peeking through the buildings that lined the streets we strolled down. We moved through the bustle. Sven strolled at the front, moving with that swagger of his. Even he had an extra boldness to his step.

    Why not? He just married a harem of women and made us all cum over and over.

    I kept smiling at passing women. I couldn’t help myself. I was one of Sven’s women. Not them. It made me feel… special. I was a part of something different. Something amazing. I didn’t know what the future held. We had to destroy the amulet about Kora’s neck and defeat my father.

    He needed to be stopped. Peace needed to come to the Strifelands. Two hundred years of fighting wasn’t accomplishing anything. No one had the strength to rule the entire country. The Empire of Zeutch would never be restored. Something else needed to take its place.

    A peaceful coexistence of the various princes.

    It didn’t take long for us to reach the Temple of Krab. It rose before us, that squat, unassuming building almost ignored by the flow of traffic of people as they visited the more popular temples. Nearby, the priestesses of Slata lounged before their temple, wearing their skimpy robes, enticing men, and women, to visit them, to pay to homage to the Mother Goddess in their arms.

    How could Krab compete with that.

    Sven led the way into the temple, marching up the few steps up to its porch with boldness. The door lay open, unlike this morning, and he marched through. His boots rang on the steps inside, Ealaín’s armor clinging beside him.

    Master Theophil appeared out of an alcove, wiping hands off on the leather apron he wore of his bare chest. The older man, with the brawny build of a blacksmith, glanced at us, nodding his head. His eyes fell on me, considering.

    I smiled at him.

    “Well?” Theophil grunted.

    “It worked,” I declared, lifting my head. “I am creating life inside of me.”

    “We’ll see,” Theophil said. “Come.”

    I took a deep breath. What would be in there. I shivered beside Kora, feeling the weight of my power upon my shoulders. It was all on me to open the vault, to reveal the way forward. Once we had the amulet destroyed and stopped one problem, then we could turn to deal with my father.

    I let out a sigh. What happened to him? Once, while my mother lived, he was a good man. A good parent and husband. But did this icy ambition lurk in him even then? Did that affable smile he used to have hide the mind of a man who could enslave thousands of his own people and force them to puppeteer an army of stone statues? To allow the vile nagas across the mountains to send their raiders. How many slaves didn’t make it to the stocks but stayed in their lands.

    Men and women my father was supposed to protect and instead he allowed to be brutalized.

    My hand clenched. I had to open the vault. We needed to stop him. So, I had to do this. I had to get us into it.

    Journeyman Carsina appeared, the Valyan woman’s bluish cheeks smudged with black grease. Her red hair fell in messy curls about her face while her leather work grab creaked with her steps. She flicked her eyes over us, a naughty gleam in them.

    “Sven’s still alive,” she said, “and yet you all looked thoroughly pleasured.”

    “He’s a master at it,” Zanyia said.

    “I’m just surprised he’s still alive with all of you,” she said, glancing at my husband, a gleam dancing in her ruby eyes.

    “Not for a lack of trying on our part,” Aingeal said, her voice a sultry purr.

    Master Theophil grunted as he headed down the stairs to the basement. To the vault.

    “I’m blessed by Slata,” Sven said, a note of pride in his voice.

    “Yep, he once made a priestess of Slata cum so hard with his cunnilingus skill, she blessed him with the stamina to please all of us,” Kora said, such pride in her voice. “And you know how much whores those priestesses are.”

    “Oh, yes,” nodded Carsina. “I prefer worshiping in their arms more than Saphique’s.”

    I blinked at that. Most women who used temple prostitutes went with Saphique. Her lesbian priestesses knew how to please women better than any. Even Kora, trained in the sexual arts, didn’t know all the secrets of Saphique.

    “Saphique doesn’t create,” I said as it hit me a moment later. “That’s why.”

    “That’s why,” nodded Carsina. “She’s denying the purpose of her body and convincing whole swaths of women not to enjoy motherhood. It’s the ultimate act of creation, and a portion of womanhood denied them. Even if they don’t like men, it’s a shame that they miss out on the purpose of their womb.”

    “Women are more than their wombs,” Kora said even as she rubbed her bred belly.

    “Definitely,” Carsina said, her voice echoing down the tunnel leading to the vault. “Just like a man is more than his cock spurting his seed, but that doesn’t change what his dick was created to do.”

    “I thought it was created to make women cum,” Sven said, throwing a roguish grin over his shoulder.

    I giggled. “Yours is good at that.”

    Carsina licked her lips.

    Theophil stopped by the at vault and glanced at us. “Do you want to just fuck him now, Carsina, or can we open the vault first?”

    “Oh, I can wait,” Carsina said, a bright smile on her lips.

    “Hey, he’s a newly married man!” exclaimed Aingeal. She grabbed Sven’s arm, pressing her naked tit to him. “Luben married us, and we all have to be faithful and honor each other. His dick is only ours.”

    I frowned at Aingeal, her pink butterfly wings twitching behind her.

    Sven arched an eyebrow. “You didn’t swear to be faithful thrice.”

    Mock anger flared across Aingeal’s face. “I swore to Luben, the most stuffiest and boring of gods, to only love my husband and wives. So, I can’t let you enjoy any other pussy but ours.”

    “Oh,” Carsina said, her head lowering.

    “Don’t mind Mistress Aingeal,” Zanyia said. “If you want to be Master’s sex slave, it’s okay. We’ll let you join. He doesn’t get a choice about sex slaves, and you’d make such a beautiful one with that skin.”

    Carsina blinked. “Sex… slave?”

    “You don’t want to be his sex slave?” Zanyia asked, her voice flat. “Because it’s the—”

    Master Theophil let out a barking throat clear that echoed down the hallway. “The vault, or did you want to just fuck him right here, right now while the rest of us waste our work time having to listen.”

    Carsina cheeks blushed darker. “Sorry, Master.”

    “See, you already know what to call him,” Zanyia grinned.

    “Enough,” Sven said, his words flat. He placed his hand on Zanyia’s head, scratching her between her ears. “Ava… Let’s get this over with.”

    I drew a deep breath and approached the silvery, shimmering brilliance of the vault. I shuddered at the metallic diamond door. My hand shuddered as I touched it, feeling the slick surface. My soul quivered as I felt the mechanics inside begging for me to control them. I slipped into puppet the controls and unlock the vault.

    Unlike last time, something quivered in my womb and the machinery responded. The mechanism didn’t rebuff me this time. I slipped my control into it with ease. I turned it, my fertilized egg acting as a strange, metaphysical key that fit perfectly into the vault’s lock. A loud, shuddering snap rang. The vault door rang like a bell.

    “Krab’s mighty hammer,” breathed Carsina.

    Theophil grunted, but something sounded… eager. Not even he knew what was truly in here. He must have run this temple for decades wishing to get through it, waiting for the imbuer to arrive and open it. Why had Krab built this vault? Why had he set it up where only a female imbuer could open this.

    The door creaked open.

    Carsina gasped.

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    Prince Meinard – Echur, Princedom of Kivoneth, The Strifelands of Zeutch

    “Newest report from the front are not… inspiring, your Highness,” Gunther said as he stood before me, his back straight. The bluff-faced man, his blond hair cut short, stared at me without flinching. “The forces of Prince Reinhold caught our men out of position fording a river. The rear guard was cut off and are pressed against the banks. We’re going to lose a third of our army.”

    “It doesn’t matter,” I said, staring up at him, my hands folded before me. “We are about to gain new allies. The storm will break.”

    “Of course, your Highness,” he said, his voice flat. “Even if you restore the Lodestone, your Highness, reports are that Prince Reinhold destroyed every statue. It would take us years for artisans to replace that many.”

    “We have another source of power,” I answered, my stomach clenching. The Paragon’s hideous followers were almost to Az. I glanced out my study’s window. The sun sank towards the horizon. It wouldn’t be much longer before—

    A touch quivered my soul. My proxy needed me.

    “That will be all, Gunther,” I said.

    The man blinked, his fingers flexing. I could see the objection forming on his lips. But then he bowed. “Of course, your Highness. I will deliver the rest of my report… at your convenience.”

    The moment Gunther withdrew, I leaned back in my chair, closed my eyes, and imbued my statue.

    My soul flowed out of me and poured into my metallic body. My eyes opened. I stared up at the darkening sky, oranges and reds above my head. I sat up in the wagon and heard screams echoing around me. Men and women shouting and crying out in panic. I looked around to see people racing off the road, fleeing before the monstrosities of the Paragon, the foul creations of the Biomancer Vebrin, charging down the road.

    The Colony pulled the wagon down the road at breakneck speed. The wheels bounced and a sickening crunch echoed from below. In our wake, a broken body lay sprawled on the ground, crushed by the wheels.

    The Hunger hissed in delight, the centipede-like horror peered out of the back of the wagon, curled about itself. I glanced around and saw Az looming before us, the sun setting behind the city. Before the gates, the city guard formed up in their armor, readying to defend the city—my city—from the monsters with me.

    A pit opened in my stomach as we hurtled towards the growing squad of soldiers. My own people.

    I flexed my steel hand. I needed the Paragon’s help. These men would die tomorrow defending Az from Prince Reinhold’s army, or they could die today ensuring Kivoneth’s survival.

    Chapter Twenty-Three: The Princess Resonates

    Sven Falk

    The vault opened on creaking hinges. Both Theophil and Carsina stared in awe at the dark room. My own stomach swelled in knots. This was it. It wouldn’t be long before we had the location of the Altar of Souls and…

    I glanced at Kora. She held the ruby that held Vebrin’s foul soul. A look of such hope crossed my sister’s face. She gazed upon salvation, freedom from the burden about her neck. She didn’t know what the cost would be.

    Lights flickered to life inside. Crystals set into the ceiling shone a radiance on him. Ava, with a hesitant step, entered the vault. I followed her, Zanyia heeling me, Ealaín right behind us. I frowned as I entered, looking around the room at…

    Suits of armor. Exotic armor. Armor made out of strange designs. Plate armor that looked made of rubies and sapphires, the way that the vault door looked made of diamond-impregnated steel. Another had a gleam of yellow, like the helidors imbued in its steel had the sun’s glow trapped in them. There was a harness of leather straps and another suit of armor made of black leather that…

    I shook my head, the black of the leather so dark it almost swallowed the light, becoming almost a negative space that almost arrested my gaze. I could just stare at it.

    Carsina gasped nearby while the rest entered the room. Greta let out a squeak and Nathalie groaned. Ealaín’s armor clinked as she drifted towards the glowing suit, admiring it with her gaze. I wanted to keep looking at the black leather but… but…

    “Where’s the map?” I asked.

    “Not a map, the key,” growled Theophil. Then he let out a harrumphing grump. “You don’t need me for this.”

    I caught his gaze, his muscular arms folded before him. “What?”

    “Carsina can explain it.” A smile crossed his lips. “Unless you want me to enjoy your women.”

    I frowned at that, but he strode out of the vault. Whatever excitement he felt was gone. Vanished.

    “What did that mean?” Aingeal asked.

    “These are Powered Armor,” Carsina said in awe. “They’re forged by Krab himself. These are what he created for the gods to wear and they’re… here. I’ve dreamed of seeing them before. It is the highest goal of the Esoteric Crafts, a skill no mortal has ever mastered.”

    “Why would Theophil think I’d want him to enjoy my women?” I asked, trying not to stare at the black armor.

    “Because it requires the Blessing of Surrender to bond the armor with the wearer,” Carsina said. “I’d have to have sex with any who would don them. Well, any priest or priestess would. So if you want him enjoying your women. Or you.”

    I gave her a hard look.

    “These are so… interesting, Master,” Zanyia said. She crouched before the harness, her ears twitching with such excitement.

    “They are, Master,” Nathalie said. My eighteen-year-old sex slave stood before the ruby suit of armor, her hand reaching out to touch the deep-crimson surface. She traced the stylized pattern of flames worked into the armor.

    “Yes,” I said, moving closer to the leather armor. It did swallow the light. It was darker than everything around it. I stood before it, looking at the dimensions of it, my critical eye studying it. I hadn’t worn leather armor since training in the Fencing College of Az, but… “It’s a good thing you’re sexy, Carsina.”

    “I am?” she said, moving up alongside me. She pushed up her glasses on her nose. “And why is that?”

    My dick swelling hard, I said, “Because I need—”

    “This is it!” Ava said, standing over a hammer made of diamond. Scintillating light reflected off of it. “This is what I need.”

    She grabbed it.

    The brilliance inside the hammer flared to life. I flinched before it as the air hummed and vibrated. I felt something shift around us, like the foundations of reality had changed ever so slightly for me. Ava groaned from the light as it flooded through the room.

    It grew brighter and brighter. I raised my arm to ward my eyes. The light surged with such intensity. It shone through my skin, my bones dark lines around cherry-red flesh. I flinched away, closing my eyes. But it shone through my skull. It radiated through my mind.

    “This is it!” Ava cried out as the room quaked.

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    Prince Meinard

    Soldiers died.

    Blood sprayed through the air as the monstrous horrors of Vebrin surged into Az’s militia. I strolled in the wake, making myself cold, beating down any queasiness. I had strode through battlefields before in this very body. I witnessed men hacked down to fall in expanding puddles of crimson, twitching and moaning as their life poured out of them.

    But this…

    The Hunger slithered into a squad of men. The segmented body dripped tar that coated the ground in its wake. Its mandibles ripped through steel plate and into the flesh of Az’s defenders with ease. Men screamed as it ripped off legs. It scuttled through their midst as they hacked at it with ineffective strokes of swords or thrust with spears, points skittering off the chitinous thing.

    It wrapped around one man, pouring its oily tar across shining armor. The man screamed as the Hunger’s mandibles pierced into his skull. I clenched my iron fist and made myself colder than winter. Colder than death. These men had to die for Kivoneth to survive.

    Flames burst around the Hunger. It became a blazing, undulating bonfire. The fire raced down its oily trail, burning around the feet of the squad. Men fell to the ground, the tar coating their armor blazing. Smoke rose out of joints of their armor as they cooked alive inside.

    I was grateful I couldn’t smell.

    Masonry crashed to the ground to my left. Men screamed as a building collapsed onto them, burying another group of soldiers in heavy stone. A cloud of dust burst from it, rolling across the ground. The Formless oozed out of the rubble, the beige, viscous thing moving along by thrusting out flowing appendages to seize the ground and pull it, moving towards more carnage.

    The Colony dissolved into a cloud of brown, buzzing insects, sweeping into another group of Soldiers. They screamed. One guardsman burst out of the roil, his face covered in swelling bites dotting his face. He collapsed after two steps, gurgling, foam frothing at his mouth.

    I shook my head. Why did they need me? Why hadn’t they gone after Sven and his women before? Why did they bother using the naga to retrieve the amulet when they could do this? A hundred soldiers already dead and more dying in moments. The Hunter ripped through more soldiers, the emaciated, bear-like thing drenched in viscera.

    Why did they need me here at all?

    They could depopulate a city on their own and—

    Chords of music filled the air. Zithers and lyres, mandolins and flutes. Voices sang as the bards from the College of Az appeared, a motley group of men and women playing their instruments, forming a concert of reverberating power. Their harmony assaulted the monsters.

    The Formless contracted in on itself. The buzzing insects of the Colony fell out of the air to quiver on the ground around the groaning, spasming, dying men stung over and over by their venomous bite. The flames wreathing the Hunger snuffed out while the Hunter bellowed and thrashed.

    The bards music filled the town while the fencers flowed in around them, the deadliest fighters.

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    Ava

    My womb quivered as the hammer blazed with light. I shuddered, feeling my soul bond with the arcane device. Such joy burst inside of me as I felt the power sweeping through the diamond. It stored this energy in its matrix, awaiting my arrival.

    Power flowed through the room. It resonated with the armor. As the light faded so I could see again, I witnessed my family standing before them. Greta swayed in front of the sapphire-impregnated plate, one hand touching the banded skirt, the segments shaped like undulating waves. Ealaín shook her head before the suit that glowed with its own warmth. My husband stood strong beside the umbral leather.

    “These armor were placed here for us,” I said in realization, my eyes sweeping around the room. I could feel each and every suit of armor through the hammer. Felt them quivering, waiting to be donned by those I love.

    “What?” Carsina asked as she rose from the ground. She pushed up her glasses. “What do you mean by that, your Highness? These were forged by Krab. They are for gods, or at least demigods.”

    “No, they were put here for us.” I focused on her. “You said it yourself, this vault awaited my arrival. I’m the imbuer to open it. Look at them. They all drifted to the suit of armor that was meant for them.”

    “It calls to me,” Ealaín whispered, her hands reaching for the buckles of her mundane armor.

    “Then I guess we should get started,” Carsina said, her hands reaching for the ties of her leather jerkin. “Sven, you can go first. I’ve been waiting for this all day.”

    “It’s not necessary,” I said in realization. “The armor has already surrendered to them and merely awaits their donning.”

    “That’s not possible,” Carsina said. “The armors need the ritual to attune them.”

    “Well, it is possible because they’ve all had sex with me.” I held up the hammer, feeling the armor through them. “Don yours, Sven.”

    He touched his dark suit.

    Chapter Twenty-Four: The Biomancer’s Creations

    Prince Meinard

    The Hunter thrashed as duelist surged around him. Acrobats flowed in too, men and women trained by the College of Az to gain complete mastery over the movements of their bodies, bending and swaying them in ways impossible for others. It gave them such dexterous precision with the knives they threw. Blades glanced off the thrashing Hunger’s chitinous hide.

    The bards music grew louder, the monsters quivering. Duelist and fencers, holding their rapiers and epees, their narrow swords gleaming in the dying sun, swarmed at the thrashing Hunter. It snarled, clawed paws covering ears as it collapsed on its back. The Bards of Az knew how to use music to bewilder, enchant, daze, stupefy, or lull into peace. They were taught the perfection of music, how to turn it into a true magic.

    They would kill the Paragon’s followers. He would lose his chance for allies. His armies would retreat back. He would be lucky to hold onto his original princedom, let alone the half-dozen he conquered over the last five years.

    “No!” I snarled and charged at the bards. I had to kill them. “You won’t—”

    A complex melody arouse out of the cacophony. The sound resonated with my metallic body. A quartet of bards stared at me, a windy-haired sylph leading them, her fingers dancing on the flute she held to her lips, her eyes hard on me.

    My metallic body shook with the music. It vibrated my soul controlling my proxy. I growled, stumbling to my knees. My body grew stiffer, harder to move. It resisted me as the music reached my soul, quivering me and—

    My conscious was thrown out of my proxy.

    I screamed out in the wordless void between bodies. I hung there, reaching for my proxy, fighting the music hurtling me back to my body and… The music vanished. I was in the void. I was beyond the mortal world. Their song didn’t wrap around my soul, didn’t chain it with precise musical notes, pitched to perfection.

    I struggled, still reaching out to my metal body and…

    I could touch it. It still vibrated from the song, the buzzing keeping my soul from inhabiting it right now. But that didn’t stop me from grabbing the limbs. From making it rise again. If I had flesh, I’d furrow my brow in shock.

    I was… puppeteering it. I was controlling it without inhabiting it. I could see it standing in a shadowy world, witness the fencers attacking the monsters. Helpless, they would finish off my allies. I couldn’t let that happen.

    I marched my proxy forward. I controlled its every step. I couldn’t see through its eyes. I couldn’t move it with skill, but it still responded. It still gripped its iron sword, ready to swing it, to cut down my enemies.

    To kill the bards.

    No sound reached me as my sword scythed through the air. The bards died, hacked down by my brutal strikes. From all directions, the fencers came. They stabbed and swung their blades, They struck my solid, iron puppet. Their attacks rebounded leaving only small nicks and mars. A sword snapped against my proxy.

    I swept the proxy’s blade before it, killing more as I controlled the puppet towards the bards. If I could smile, I would. I was untouchable. Their musical magic couldn’t harm me. I was beyond them. I charged at another group. They scattered, their music faltering, their symphony ended. The iron puppet crushed any defenders in my proxy’s path.

    The resonating stopped attacking my body. I flowed into it once more.

    Sounds burst into my ears. Men groaned and screamed around me. The bards fled, leaving behind their dead or dying companions. Broken instruments lay in spreading pools of blood. Now my smile came. They thought to stop me.

    I was their prince. I ruled this city. They sought to defy me!

    I cut down an acrobat, his body collapsing into two pieces of meat. I opened my mouth to shout and gather the monsters around me when the light burst up into the sky.

    I gaped at the brilliance as it shone, a beam blazing into the darkening sky. It drove back impending night for a moment as the ground shook. I shifted my body as buildings quivered around me. Then the beam of light snuffed out like it never existed.

    An owl hooted.

    “They’re at the temple,” buzzed the Colony as it loped past, once again in the strange shape of the spindly hound. “We must hurry. They can unmake it!”

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    Sven Falk

    I ripped off my leather jerkin. I had to don the armor. With Ava holding the hammer, I could feel it beckoning me. It was mine, made for me by a god a thousand or more years ago. I shook my head at that thought.

    I grabbed the cuirass, touching the light-drinking leather. I felt it quiver beneath my touch and whisper a name. I repeated it, “Frozenshadows.”

    Carsina gasped. “Are these the lost armors?” Her head cast around as I pulled the boiled cuirass over my head, the stiff leather sliding over my torso like a shirt open at the sides. “Yes, yes, that must be Silence and Sunburst. Rubyforged and Tidewalker. Why are they here? Why did my god make them?”

    “I don’t know,” I said as I found the buckles of the cuirass. They were on both sides near my hip. I pulled them tight, the armor fitting around my chest, back, and shoulders with such perfection. It fit the shape of my torso and the contours of my muscles.

    Nathalie, naked, pulled on the half-breastplate of her armor. It cupped her small breasts, lifting them into a nice bit of cleavage. The red metal hugged about her torso with the fit only found in tailored cloth. It left her lower stomach bare. Her fingers buckled the straps with a skill that she shouldn’t possess. The girl had never worn armor in her life, but she looked so comfortable in it.

    “Wow, Greta,” Ava said. “You look delicious in Tidewalker.”

    “Thank you, Mistress,” the busty blonde said as she adjusted the banded skirt of wave-like metal that hugged her upper thighs, descending from her waist. The half-breastplate cupped her breasts into a generous cleavage and also left her belly bare.

    “You should see Zanyia,” Kora said. “Hers hardly covers anything.”

    “I know,” my lamia said as she wore the leather harness. It was just bands of narrow leather that wrapped about her body, one strip across her breasts, just hiding her nipples. “It even fits around my tail and—” She thrust her arms forward. From the bands of leather wrapped around her wrists came a pair of triangular punching blades that filled her hands.

    “What are those?” Kora asked.

    “Katars,” I said, buckling on the leather greaves over my boots and black trousers. “They like them to the east in the naga lands.”

    “Yes,” Zanyia said, rising up on her two legs to stand like the rest of us. She thrust her hands forward. I didn’t hear a sound. Not a rush of air, not her bare feet shifting on the ground, not even the grunt of exertion.

    Zanyia’s ears twitched. Her mouth moved, but I didn’t hear a word. Then she cocked her head to the side and blinked her golden, cat-slitted eyes. “Oh, wow, Master, it can make me silent. Ooh, no one will hear me coming now.”

    I nodded, buckling the last strap and… I felt the armor around me. It became an awareness in the back of my mind, something I could… control. Suddenly, my hands and arms became shadows. My entire body blurred and fuzzed and faded away.

    “Sven!” Aingeal gasped. “Oh, wow, that’s an impressive illusion.”

    “That’s not an illusion,” Zanyia said. “It’s like shadowmancing. I saw them rush at Master.”

    I grinned as I held out my hand. Shadows rippled down my blurry, almost hidden arm and formed into a long, narrow blade.

    I held a rapier of shadows in my hand.

    “This armor…” Ealaín glowed, her yellow armor pulsing with light. Like Greta and Nathalie’s, it was a half-breastplate, cut low to show off her midnight-black tits, her dark flesh at odds with her radiance. A skirt of mail fell down past her rump and glowing greaves adorned her lower legs.

    “It’s beautiful,” I said, my eyes flicking to all four of my women in their armor.

    “I guess none for us,” Kora said, glancing at Ava and Aingeal.

    “Well, we have our magics, don’t we?” Aingeal said, her wings fluttering. “Besides, I’m already so fantastic, I don’t need armor to make myself special.”

    I smiled at Aingeal while Zanyia scampered around behind her, leaping and bounding about without making a sound.

    Ava, however, trembled. She held up the hammer then turned in a slow circle until she pointed the diamond hammer at the wall. “There.”

    “What?” I asked.

    “It’s to the east by the Despeir Mountains,” Ava answered. “Where we can destroy the phylactery.”

    “The Altar of Souls?” I asked, my heart clenching.

    She nodded her head.

    From above, a loud crash resounded. A rumble shuddered through the building.

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    Prince Meinard

    Blood and gore dripped off my iron body. The streets of Az bled. The Paragon’s monsters attacked more than the soldiers and bards, they killed any who stood in our way or blundered into our progress. Men, women, even children lay broken in our wake, their lives dripping from all our forms.

    The price was worth it. Had to be worth it. My people had sacrificed so much to see me ruling all of Zeutch. All of the world. I had enslaved so many, killed more in my conquests. What were a few more pittance in compared to that. If I didn’t press on, if I didn’t pay the price, it would mean all those died for nothing.

    My ambition needed fulfilling.

    We reached the temple. It was so unassuming. Nothing about it proclaimed it was the heart of Krab’s power in Az. That this was a place dedicated to any god, let alone one as important and powerful as Krab. My own divine ancestor.

    The Hunter snarled and charged forward. Shadows dripped off of its emaciated body. It set its shoulders, the bear-like thing passing by the square pillars holding up the roof of the temple’s porch. Its claws scratched on marble. It crashed into the door.

    With a loud boom, it burst through it. I charged after, the Hunger scuttling beside me. Behind us, the Colony chittered and buzzed with excitement. In moments, I leaped over the rubble of the door and entered Krab’s temple.

    An old man stood waiting for us. He wore leather pants, scarred and burned, stained by hours upon hours of labor. Despite his age, the man’s body was all hard muscle, sinew cording across his powerful build. He wore gauntlets made of clear crystal, of diamonds, that sparkled with a fiery brilliance. They flexed into fists as he faced us.

    The Hunter dove forward, half-concealed by shadows, rushing at the old man.

    He punched hard, not caught off-guard by the blurring attack. His gauntlet struck the Hunter in the snarling muzzle. Ice burst from the diamonds. They spilled over the Hunter’s bestial face. The force of the blow threw the monster down. It crashed to the ground, rolling, spasming, jaw frozen shut.

    “This is Krab’s temple,” the old man said, his words simple. “Vebrin’s creations do not belong here. Leave, your Highness.”

    I marched forward as the Hunger slithered forward, dripping its foul tar.

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    Sven Falk

    “Is the temple under attack?” I asked, whirling around.

    Kora grasped her pendant as she turned. The light caught it, the ruby flaring with scarlet brilliance for a moment as she looked up above us. Something walked across the ceiling, something heavy. A metallic thud echoed.

    “Let’s go!” I snarled and charged out of the vault, shadows flowing around me.

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    Prince Meinard

    The old man’s diamond-clad fists battered the Hunter to the ground. The writhing things undulated its body, breaking the sheets of ice forming across its chitin and spindly legs. Its tar grew hard, freezing on its body as the old man attacked with the steady rhythm of a blacksmith hammering at the forge.

    I rushed in, raising my sword high.

    The old man thrust a hand at me, fingers splayed wide. A blast of arctic fury surged out of him and struck me in the chest. The cold assaulted my iron body. It grew stiff, brittle as the chill spread through me. My attack faltered as I fought to keep my balance. Frost spread over my iron flesh, reaching to encase me.

    The old man shook his head then drew back his fist. The Hunger quivered on the ground. The Colony edged to the right, looking almost… fearful. Cold air swirled around the old man, a winter fury ready to be unleashed.

    “Gods dammit!” I snarled, struggling to move my body. The frost immobilized me now, gripping all my joints, making me into a statute. “Las’s putrid cum.”

    The old man’s fist crashed into the Hunter’s head. Chitin cracked. The thing’s body spasmed. The old man raised his fist again.

    The Formless dropped from the ceiling.

    The oozing thing engulfed the old man in moments. Through the viscous monster flesh, I could see the old man thrashing, his body moving slow as… As the Formless devoured him.

    Footsteps echoed from my right. I wrenched my half-frozen head around. The frost slowed its spread, melting away. Brittle cracks echoed as I wrenched my joints into motion, turning to face the charging footsteps.

    Sven appeared in the doorway, wielding a rapier made of darkness.

    The coldness melted inside of me. A great, bubbling anger surged through me as I stared at the man who stole my daughter. She was mine. I had her love, her passion. She would have borne my heir if it wasn’t for this Las-damned bastard before me.

    “You!” I snarled and charged.

    To be continued…


  • Tom and Morgan “Growing Together” Pt. 3

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    The end of Pt. 2, After Morgan, found out her and her father lust after each other, she came home from college and has just stumbled onto his playroom.

    Copyright 2018 by tcs1963

    Edited and some re-writes 2019

    Co-edited by takemedown…

    All rights reserved by the Author

    ((((((((((((At the end of part 2)))))))))))

    Re-written to be told from Morgan’s perspective.

    Morgan has returned home from college for the summer and stumbled upon her Daddy’s sexual relationship with her classmate, Mary.

    Tom and Morgan

    Growing Together Pt. 3

    A Daddy/daughter Story

    I was so turned on while I watched my Daddy interact with our neighbor, Mary. Then I heard him use my name when addressing her, It made my tight little cunny sloppy wet.

    As my orgasm approached my body began to tremble and shake. I grabbed for my sensitive crotch, causing my knees to buckle. Then as my orgasm grew more eminent it caused me to lose my balance.

    Suddenly I stumbled and fell against the garage. There was a loud thump causing my Daddy to look towards the window. Apparently, afraid that the neighbors possibly heard Mary’s squeals and moans.

    As I tried to regain my composure I peered into the window again to see if Daddy had heard my clumsiness. He was looking around to see where the sound had come from and I ducked down to go unnoticed.

    Daddy pulled his slippery and rigid cock from Mary’s pussy, making a wet sound. He slapped her ass, telling her to quiet down and walked towards the door.

    As he continued to investigate the noise he covered his cock with his hands. I saw him and hurried to move away from the window. But with my panties around my thighs, I tripped and fell.

    Falling to my hands and knees just as Daddy opened the door. He finally saw me with my bare ass shamefully displayed in the air and all he could do was smile approvingly.

    He reached down and Picked me up in his strong arms, and heaving me over his shoulder he carried me like a sack of potatoes into the garage. Setting me down onto a wooden chair that he had bolted to the floor.

    Daddy strapped me in tightly, leaving me very little wiggle room. As he positioned me my panties slid even further down my thighs. The continued exposure had my little pussy very moist and excited.

    After I was secure Daddy walked up grabbed my blouse, ripping it open putting my pointy little tits on display. Along with the rest of my tight little college body.

    I started in with pleading by this time, telling him how sorry I was and that I hadn’t been spying on them or anything.

    “Daddy, I’ll be a good girl,” I said using my little girl voice.

    My Daddy just smiled saying, “Little girl, Daddy knows you will be good, and I’m gonna show you why.”

    As he reached again for the paddle, peppering Mary’s ass with spanks along with some verbal abuse for good measure.

    I cringed while watching it as Mary’s screams penetrated my soul. Even as I struggled I couldn’t do anything but watch as my Daddy turned her ass a bright red. Mary wiggled her ass trying to escape her unmerciful punisher.

    I looked down at my Daddy’s crotch and it had started to swell. The head of his cock so engorged, the head was looking angry. With each spank of Mary’s enflamed ass, Daddy became more aggressive as the precum was forming on the tip of his cock.

    What I hadn’t noticed was how excited and juicy Mary’s tight little cunt was getting. I could feel the excitement building in myself as my moisture built up. I also realized in my excitement that I didn’t want Daddy to stop.

    Just as Mary’s screams reached a crescendo, Daddy stopped spanking her and started to gently rub her rose-red asscheeks. The hands that caused so much pain now soothing her tortured skin.

    Mary’s breathing was labored and her tears streaked down her face in abundance. But my Daddy seemed to ease all of that with his raspy whisper.

    I couldn’t stop feeling sorry for her yet I wondered deep in the darkest part of my mind if Mary hadn’t been stimulated in some way. Daddy had just given the most brutal spanking I had ever seen to Mary and still she purred like a cat as his hands pet her.

    When it was over as my Daddy tended to Mary’s sore ass. He reached for some medicated lotion, rubbing her ass and soothing her pain.

    I could hear Mary cooing and moaning as Daddy gently massaged her sore ass cheeks.

    Whispers of, “Thank you, Daddy” from Mary.

    Daddy was kissing and nuzzling her thighs as he knelt and applied the ointment. I was watching and thinking after such a barbaric display of punishment, how could he be so gentle and loving.

    Daddy then leaned in and licked her very moist slit. Mary squeaked and made a loud groan. As her hips shifted pushing her steamy pussy back against his mouth.

    Daddy stood up, and I watched as he dipped his fingers into her cunt getting her self made moisture, and rubbed it all over his cock.

    Leaning in and whispering to Mary, “You are such a good girl, and Daddy is so proud of you,”

    Then he positioned his very stiff cock between her ass cheeks. The ass he had just brutalized, my Daddy intended to use for his personal enjoyment.

    Daddy pushed forward with his hips, spearing her anal passage. Mary gasped loudly and then sucked in and held her breath. His big cock sliding right into her tight rectum, obviously causing some discomfort.

    Growling some, Daddy started squeezing more and more of his large cock into her asshole. Stretching her open to accommodate his size.

    Making her squeal some, but never telling him to stop. Slowly her groans grew louder, but they weren’t the groans of pain. Mary was actually struggling to receive my Daddy’s cock.

    I could sense that Daddy was beginning to enjoy himself. Looking at the strained look on Mary’s face, she was beginning to feel pretty good too. So I watched more intently as he fucked her tender asshole, trying to learn her techniques.

    Along with his shit eating grin and more forceful thrusts, Daddy was grunting and moaning as he picked up the pace. Which let me know that he was enjoying the feelings that Mary’s asshole was giving his cock.

    Daddy’s mouth dropped open and I could tell he was close to cumming. His movements became more erratic and he buried his cock into her abused ass. Mary let out a yelp as his hot cum splashed inside her.

    Still confused over my own Daddy using my name as he hatefucked the neighbor girl. It was still an incredible turn on for me. It also amazed me how comfortable my Daddy was at causing Mary’s young body pleasure along with severe discomfort as well.

    My eyes went wide and my mouth agape the more I watched Daddy fuck and punish Mary. It was paramount to watching the rape of a schoolmate.

    But I couldn’t help wondering if Daddy would be so aggressive with me because I think I wanted him to be.

    Daddy looked back at me smiling and noticed that his chair was soaking wet from my moisture.

    Grunting and smashing his body against Mary’s sore ass, the wet sounds of Daddy’s cock sliding in and out of her tight sphincter was taking its toll on me.

    I was so excited and my pussy was so sensitive. Sliding and wiggling my ass against the hardwood, hoping to massage my wet pussy against the seat of the chair.

    After what seemed like hours Daddy finally came. I watched as he pulled his cock out of Mary’s tender asshole. When he made a loud growl. Mary just grunted as his warm deposit ran out of her ass and dripped to the concrete floor.

    Daddy looked back at me and smiled, and then asked, “Do you like Daddy’s games, little girl?”

    I was virtually speechless, not only had I just witnessed the punishment and sodomy of a school friend, who was close to my age, But I had watched my own father as the Punisher.

    Shocked and more than a little confused, but mostly turned on. I just shook my head in a yes motion, mumbling, “Yes Daddy”

    My body’s reaction to the sexual performance I had just witnessed, showed exactly how aroused I really was.

    Just then, Daddy started to release me from the punishment chair, grabbing my wrist and leading me over to a small cot in the nearby corner.

    As he helped me lie down, Daddy clipped some wrist and ankle shackles to me. Startling me again.

    He quickly silenced my fears by saying, “It’s going to be fine kitten, trust me.”

    Daddy finished locking my wrists above my head and he reached up towards the ceiling and pulled down a bar on a chain pulley system. Shackling my ankles to it, keeping my legs spread wide apart.

    I felt no discomfort except towards my modesty. I had never been this exposed in front of Daddy before.

    He then cranked an old rusty handle and my legs slowly lifted up into the air. I was realizing how incapacitated I was, and remembering it was my own father who put her into this predicament.

    Then Daddy walks over to where Mary is restrained, loosening her bonds and setting her free. He whispered into Mary’s ear, and immediately she moved between my legs, hungrily looking down on my needy little cunny.

    Daddy snapped his fingers and Mary attacked my super moist pussy like a hungry dog. Her tongue stabbing into it deeper and making me squeal a little.

    Mary’s tongue expertly licking and manipulating my labia with her tongue. Sucking my swollen clitoris between her teeth. Making me squirm as my pussy flowered open to her.

    Daddy sat off to the side of me smiling triumphantly. Quite proud of the fact that he could direct Mary’s every move.

    I could feel my first orgasm approaching and there was nothing I could do about it.

    Mary moved her hands underneath my ass cheeks lifting me off the bed. Moving my pussy even closer to her tongue as she slid it in deeper.

    Wiggling my hips upwards in an attempt to help her slide deeper and I made a loud groan.

    Then my orgasm washed over me like a tropical storm hits the coast. My body trembled violently, and my cunny flooded with sweet nectar.

    My Daddy smiled down on me, as Mary started sucking my lips and hole even more ravenously. I even felt her tongue and lips slide down onto my tight little asshole.

    Digging and scooping my sweet nectar from my cunny, causing my body to shiver from the inside out.

    Mary could certainly eat pussy like an expert and she was talented in serving my father’s every wish.

    Daddy just sat in his chair and orchestrated the lesbian ravishment of me and watching her bring me to orgasm after orgasm.

    The bed had become soaking wet with my juices and Mary’s saliva. I just reconciled myself to relax and enjoy my sensual torture.

    Just then Daddy yelled “STOP”,

    Mary leaned up in a kneeling position, leaving my pussy flexing and tingling from my orgasm overdose.

    Walking up to Mary he gripped her up by the back of her neck and she stood and hopped off the bed.

    No sooner had Mary’s feet touched the floor, she knelt down at his feet. Looking down at the floor and waiting for his next command.

    I noticed how much control over Mary, that Daddy had, but she just couldn’t look away from his magnificent 9-inch cock.

    Daddy smiled when he saw me lick my lips at the sight of his throbbing appendage. Literally, the cock that had helped make me, had me lusting for it.

    Daddy was going to make me beg for his swollen cock. But Mary leaned in and teased the head with her tongue first right in front of me.

    I was so on fire for Daddy’s cock that she started squealing, “Please Daddy, please.”

    Daddy just smiled again, reaching into his cabinet and pulling out a Hitachi Wand. Waving it at me and then putting it right against my pussy.

    Then he reached for a piece of leather and attached the vibe so it wouldn’t move. Turning it on at medium setting, made a tremble shoot through my cunny and traveled up my spine, making me mumble incoherently.

    Then he snapped his fingers and Mary engulfed his cock almost completely. Groaning and slobbering as it moved in and out of her throat.

    Mary seemed to have become Daddy’s complete servant with just the snap of his fingers.

    My cunny was pulsing just watching her serve my Daddy and wishing it was me. The truth be known as sensitive as I was down there, I still wouldn’t have wanted it to stop.

    Daddy was running all of it, controlling all Mary’s actions and my orgasms. He was running all of it.

    The vibrating wand had my cunny so wet and sensitive that I couldn’t think straight.

    Every time Mary swallowed Daddy’s cock I opened my mouth as if he was using me as his cum receptacle.

    Daddy looked down on me as I was struggling against the vibrating torment. Smiling, he asked if I’d like to taste him.

    All I could do between controlling my body sensations and going completely insane was shake my head yes.

    Sliding his cock from inside Mary’s mouth. A line of her saliva clung to her lips and the tip. As he pulled his cock out it snapped back. Daddy stepped closer and I could smell his crotch.

    I could smell his unique scent, his manliness and musk mixed. It was so powerful I wanted to smell more of it.

    I was frightened yet I knew I wanted this more than I wanted to breathe.

    After watching Mary serve Daddy I wanted to please him too. I wanted to give myself, mind, body, and soul to him, and I trusted him to use me as he pleased.

    My own Daddy fucking me like a common street whore and using me to drain his balls. Then I felt the heat and tasted his skin, as Daddy’s cock lay across my lips.

    The End …

    of Pt. 3


  • A Divorcee’s Unexpected Journey, Part 2

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    The sequel to Part 1 that introduced a divorcee and the start of her sexual journey.

    CHAPTER 11

    Nearly six months had passed since the day the escaped prisoner had arrived and in one day altered Becky’s sex drive and her life. She had spent several nights with Amy and with Rita as they had explored the wonders of lesbian sex. For Becky, it was a highly enjoyable outlet, but she also realized she was not totally committed to the lesbian lifestyle. She still thought and fantasized about getting fucked by a hard, male cock.

    One of her oldest friends was Sally, whose husband, like Becky’s ex, had been successful in real estate. She was a few years older than Becky and while they were busy raising their kids, they hadn’t socialized much. Becky decided to call Sally, a licensed counselor, to meet for lunch.

    During their conversation, Sally got the impression that Becky was expanding her horizons after her divorce. Becky didn’t go into detail, but Sally suggested that perhaps some formal counseling sessions might be in order.

    “Look, I don’t think you have any serious issues,” Sally said as they wrapped up the conversation. “I realize we’re friends but if we can treat this as a client-patient relationship, I hope you’ll feel that you can just open up and talk about your feelings. Sometimes the best therapy is just hearing yourself express your thoughts out loud.”

    Becky started seeing Sally on a weekly basis. Through Sally’s savvy questioning and Becky’s desire to have someone to talk with – she considered Sally more a friend than a professional counselor – Becky talked about her experiences with Amy and Rita. She left out the part of the escaped convict. But as she discussed her explorations of her lesbian side, she also made it clear that she missed being with a man. She didn’t really like the idea of getting back in the “dating world” and the more she thought about her situation, the more uncertain she was how to proceed with her social life.

    Because of their friendship, Sally wasn’t reticent to come up with a plan that could help Becky while also having some extra benefits. After the most-recent session, Sally mentioned that they hadn’t seen each other outside of their professional relationship. They decided to meet the next morning for coffee.

    Sally mentioned that she thought Becky, either because of the counseling or just her own fortitude, was looking like a beautiful, confident woman. She had just celebrated her 40th birthday – an occasion which she basically ignored as just another day on the calendar – and Sally told her that she believed Becky was primed to “blossom.”

    To that end, Sally had a plan to help her friend and client.

    “If you don’t have any plans Saturday night, why don’t you come over to the house for drinks,” Sally said, trying to keep it innocent and low key. “We’re good friends with this couple, Steve and Jennifer. They’re both about our age and lots of fun, great conversationalists. Brian and I always enjoy getting together with them. Why don’t you join us?”

    “I, well, it sounds nice but … won’t I kinda be like a fifth wheel?”

    “Nonsense. What, do you think it’s something where you have to be paired up?”

    Becky didn’t notice the twinkle in her friend’s eyes and Sally felt a familiar sexual tingle when her friend agreed to attend.

    When Saturday afternoon arrived, Becky couldn’t decide why she felt nervous. It was almost like she was going on a date. After debating what to wear, she selected a simple red dress with a black belt.

    And when she arrived, she immediately felt overdressed. Sally was wearing jeans and print blouse.

    “Shit, I should have called and asked what the dress was,” Becky said with a frown.

    “Don’t be silly. You look great.”

    Sally’s husband Brian soon walked up and gave Becky a quick hug and peck on the cheek. “It’s been too long,” he said. “You look fantastic. We’re really glad you could make it.”

    Becky followed them into the den where she met Steve and Jennifer. Like Brian, Steve was wearing a polo and jeans. Jennifer was wearing a short black skirt and a dark gray blouse. Her long, sleek legs were crossed as she sat on the couch.

    Just then, Becky was a bit surprised to see another couple walk in from the kitchen.

    “Ah, this is Brian’s brother Eric and his girlfriend,” Sally explained. “Eric just got out of the Marines after 15 years and has started a private security company. They just got into town last night for a surprise weekend visit.”

    Eric was a few years younger than Brian. He was wearing a tight crew-neck t-shirt that emphasized his rock-hard physique and his muscular arms. He had steel-blue eyes and a military buzz cut.

    “Nice to meet you Becky,” he said. “This is Lilly.”

    She appeared to be in her late 20s. Becky immediately thought that she looked like a young Diane Lane, the actress. She was wearing jean shorts and a blouse that was tied at the bottom to reveal a tight and toned midriff. Becky made a mental note that if Eric was in such great shape, he’d likely not be dating a girl who wasn’t also a fitness buff.

    As these types of gatherings often do, it moved into the kitchen where the men stood around drinking and talking while the women drank and talked while sitting at the table. The conversation flowed and so did the wine and beer. There were snacks and sandwiches to munch on and the words and laughter made for enjoyment for all seven participants.

    Around 10 p.m. Becky was feeling a pleasant buzz from two – or was it three? – glasses of wine. Brian and Sally were excellent hosts and made sure everyone was well-served. Becky as sitting at the table with Eric and Lilly, who explained that she was a personal trainer. Eric’s stories of his time with the Marines were fascinating and Becky enjoyed his sense of humor.

    “Well, I wonder where the others have gotten off to,” he said as he finished one of his tales. “Let’s go see if we can find out.”

    He extended his hands to each woman and they walked toward the living room.

    CHAPTER 12

    Becky thought she could hear some muffled – voices? moans? – but when Eric led them into the room, she let out a soft gasp.

    On the couch, Brian and Jennifer were making out, their lips locked in a deep soul kiss with their arms wrapped around each other. On the recliner, Sally was sitting on Steve’s lap. Her blouse was unbuttoned, and his hands were fondling her breasts through her lacy bra.

    “Sally … what the hell? What are you guys …?”

    “Becky, sweetheart, what we are … we’re swingers. Steve and Jen are two of our best – BEST – friends. And we’ve got other couples we hang out with. It’s my opinion that you are more than ready to try this lifestyle.”

    Eric slipped his strong arm around Becky’s waist and pulled her close. “We do it, too,” he whispered in her ear. “Last night, the four of us – Sally, Brian, Lilly and me – we had quite a wild time.”

    Becky’s brain started whirring with the idea of the two brothers swapping the two women in their lives. And thought of the petite Sally together with Eric’s ripped body painted quite the erotic picture.

    Lilly was on Becky’s opposite side and she reached for the zipper of her dress and started sliding it down her back. As the skin was exposed, Lilly covered it with light kisses.

    “I’ve been thinking of this sexy body all night long,” she cooed.

    “Hey, you too, slow down,” Sally said, untangling herself from Steve and getting up. “We need to move this into the den.”

    The two couples led the way with Becky, Eric and Lilly following. The den was down the hall from the living room. The furniture had been pushed back to the walls and the floor was covered with a couple of small mattresses and dozens of large pillows. Becky also noticed that there were three padded benches arranged around the floor.

    Sally and Jennifer each stripped down to their bras and panties and led their two mates toward the center of the room where they laid down. Becky remained standing with Eric and Lilly by her side.

    “Mmmmmm, time to finish,” Lilly purred as she unzipped Becky’s dress all the way to just above her ass. Eric unbuckled the waist belt and tossed it aside. Lilly’s hands pushed it off her shoulders and then helped ease it over her hips, so it pooled at Becky’s feet.

    She was wearing a matching bra and panty set, lavender trimmed in black, with black thigh highs. In a word, hot. In another word, sexy.

    Brian and Steve’s hard cocks were out and were being stroked by Jennifer and Sally. Seeing Becky standing there in her lingerie caused their dicks to jerk and their eyes to narrow in appreciation.

    “Damn, Becky,” Brian said. “You’re smokin’ hot.”

    Lilly moved around to face Becky while Eric moved behind Becky, his strong hands moving over her hips and sides.

    “Your turn. Undress me, please.”

    Becky briefly closed her eyes as she felt her insides churning, her heart pounding. She then reached for the knot holding the blouse together and undid it; Lilly was braless. Becky’s hands moved inside the collar and pushed the garment over her shoulders. It slipped down her arms to the floor. Her breasts were full and natural and firm. They sat high on her chest and their upturned tips were topped by gum drop nipples. Becky felt a shiver of desire race through her nervous system.

    Lilly unsnapped her shorts and shoved them down, stepping out of them. She was wearing boy shorts panties, their thin straight strip accentuating her tight abdomen and ass cheeks.

    Eric had slipped off his shirts and jeans, his erect cock was tenting his boxers. He moved behind Becky and his strong hands grasped her hips and then moved around to her stomach and up to cup her bra-encased breasts.

    Again, he was whispering in her ear. “Since you’re single tonight, is it OK if Lilly and I help make sure you don’t get lonely?” She couldn’t see, but she could almost hear the smile in his voice as his hands expertly fondled her mounds.

    Lilly watched Eric’s hands on Becky’s breasts and smiled. She grabbed Becky’s hands and pulled them to her tits. “I saw how you looked at ‘em,” she said. “They’re all yours.” And then she leaned forward to kiss Becky’s cheek before moving her sensual lips to Becky’s mouth.

    With her hands fondling Lilly’s wonderful breasts and the kissing starting to increase in intensity, Becky moaned with pleasure. Lilly’s right hand moved down to Becky’s panty covered mound and started to rub lightly. The gusset of the garment was moist. Lilly pulled away and looked Becky in the eyes.

    “Mmmmmm, sweetie, we are gonna have so much fun.”

    The other two couples were fully engaged as well. Clothes had been discarded and each couple was 69ing. Jennifer and Sally now had the best and only view of the threesome and they occasionally paused their cock sucking to assess the progress. Seeing Becky being handled by Eric and Lilly caused the two women to grind their crotches hard against their male’s mouths and groan with pleasure.

    Eric unsnapped Becky’s bra and Lilly pulled it down and off. They both started to fondle Becky’s naked breasts, flicking nipples and molding the fleshy peaks. Becky could feel Eric’s hard cock pushing against her ass and she pushed back.

    Lilly knelt and her thumbs hooked the sides of Becky’s panties, pulled them down over her hips and to her feet where she stepped out of them. Lilly then took Becky’s hands and pulled her down to the cushions.

    Eric stood above the two women. He pushed his boxers down over his tree-trunk thighs and his erect cock bounced after the elastic waist band was pulled free. It was a solid and thick nine-incher and curved upward like a scimitar. It was a cock that matched its owner’s physique.

    It was also uncircumcised. Becky had never encountered one and Lilly seemed to read her mind as they knelt next to each other and appraised Eric’s manhood.

    “You ever had an uncut prick,” Lilly whispered, leaning close to Becky’s ear. “Playing with the foreskin can be a lotta fun.”

    To demonstrate, she fisted Eric’s cock and slid her hand down, revealing his purple cock head. A pearl of precum indicated his arousal.

    There were loud groans and squeals of satisfaction from nearby as the two couples completed their orgasmic journeys. Two cocks emptied their seed in two willing mouths and two pussies pulsed as Jennifer and Sally ground out their passions on their partners’ faces.

    Both women rolled off and the two men turned their heads to see what else was happening. Soon all four gathered around to watch the threesome and to let that erotic scene restoke their passions.

    With her hand around the base of Eric’s cock, Lilly pointed it toward Becky and her free hand went behind her neck, pushing her toward the erection.

    Becky needed little encouragement. Her desire was rising steadily, and her breasts rose and fell with her fast breathing. She extended her tongue and lapped around the tip of Eric’s cock, gathering the dollop of salty precum. His rod jerked and she heard him groan.

    While Becky started her oral explorations, Lilly slipped her panties down and off. She moved behind Becky, reaching her hands around to cup her breasts as her mouth kissed, licked and nuzzled Becky’s shoulder, neck and ears. Her soft lips elicited moans from Becky and those vibrations around Eric’s cock head provided pleasurable sensations.

    The other two couples, returning to their “regular” unions, cuddled together, propped against cushions. Breasts and cocks were being fondled in languid manners as they watched the sex show. Becky was enthusiastically sucking Eric’s cock, her head bobbing back and forth, her mouth and tongue making slurping sounds.

    “Oh, guys, this is gonna be such a fun night,” Sally said as she sat between her three friends. “Becky looks like she’s gonna be a great addition to our group.”

    “You bitch,” Jennifer laughed. “All you care about is getting your hands on that body and your tongue in that pussy.”

    “That’s true,” she responded with a sly grin. “I’ve been lusting after her for years and wasn’t sure how she felt about swinging … by the way, have I told you how much I love being a counselor when things work out this way?”

    Lilly had one hand fondling Becky’s breasts while the other explored her soaked snatch. Becky briefly pulled her mouth off of Eric’s cock.

    “MMMMMM, gawd, I’m soooooooooo fuckin’ turned on,” she gasped.

    Just before she could return her mouth to Eric’s prick, his hands grabbed her head. “I wanna fuck you until you can’t walk,” he growled. He laid on his back, his prick pointing due North. “Climb on,” he commanded.

    Becky wasted little time straddling his hips. With one hand at the base of his cock, she rubbed the tip over her wet pussy lips, slicking his head with her juices and his leaking precum.

    “Sally,” Eric said in a low, passion-filled voice, “come over here and sit on my face.”

    Becky felt her never endings jangle as her petite friend disengaged from her husband. She straddled Eric’s head and his hands grabbed her thighs, pulling her hot cunt to his waiting mouth. She groaned as his tongue began to lick around her pussy lips.

    Lilly swapped places and fell into an embrace with Brian, whose cock was returning to hardness.

    Becky could wait no longer. She made sure Eric’s cock tip was lodged at her vaginal opening and then slowly lowered her hips to allow his rod to fill her completely.

    “AAAHHHHH GAAAWDDD. What a great hard prick.” She rolled her hips to enjoy the sensation of being skewered.

    Sally leaned forward and her hands gently held her friend’s face, her thumbs brushing over the smooth, soft skin of her cheeks. Their soft lips met. Sally’s pointy tongue licked Becky’s full lips and then both woman’s tongues were out and pushing against each other.

    Sally’s hands moved down over Becky’s neck and shoulders and then slipped down to capture her friend’s full breasts, her thumbs flicking and toying with the button-like nipples.

    When their kiss finally broke, they were gasping for breath. Sally was grinding her pulsing pussy against Eric’s mouth and Becky was starting to slowly raise and lower her hips to fuck his prick.

    Sally continued to fondle Becky’s boobs and the women made eye contact.

    “Becky, this is what I was hoping you would enjoy,” Sally said, her voice trembling with emotion. “With the right people, there’s just so much to enjoy sexually. Brian and I might not still be together if we hadn’t discovered how much we enjoyed swinging.”

    Both women then returned to concentrating on the male organs that were pleasuring their slick slits. Eric’s talented tongue was circling Sally’s vagina, licking at the full labia that were pulsing. He kept his tongue moving, slipping up and down her slit and at times pausing to tease the hard nubbin of her clit. Then his lips would attach to her opening, sucking the flesh inside his oral cavity. His teeth would nip at her pleasure bud, capturing it with his tongue whipping over the smooth, nervy nodule. Sally ground her crotch against her partner’s mouth.

    “Yeah, Eric, God, you know how to eat pussy,” she said. “I’m gonna stay right here and keep you at it until I cum.”

    Becky also was enjoying her ride. Kneeling astride Eric’s hips, she bounced like she was in an exercise class, her breasts bouncing erotically. Eric thrust himself to meet her downward moves and their crotches collided with breath-taking force, Becky grunting with each impact. His cock filled her deeply and each time it did her pussy clenched, enhancing his pleasure with its velvet grip.

    Eric reached one hand up to cup Becky’s right breast, the thumb flicking over the hard nubbin on its peak. His other hand reached down to between their crotches and began to stroke the top of Becky’s slit. His index finger found her engorged clit and began to lightly tease it.

    “AAAAHHHH HAAAAA MMMMM YESSSSSSSSSSSSS.” Her orgasm caused her entire body to shudder as she slammed herself hard on Eric’s body, impaling his cock deep inside her. He could feel her pussy spasming and he was breathing heavily – as heavily as he could with a cunt plastered to his mouth.

    As her orgasm abated, Becky was drunk with passion and desire. She saw Sally’s pretty little pussy being licked and eaten and her own slit was pulsing. She lifted herself free of Eric’s thick dick, eliciting a groan as it left the hot wet grotto. Becky sat back on her haunches and looked at the fuck stick that had given her so much pleasure. It was slick with her juices and the foreskin was slightly concealing the cock tip. She knew that Eric had a load of cum and she wanted it.

    She leaned forward slightly and spit on the cock head, then both her hands began to stroke up and down, twisting and teasing the prick. As she jacked Eric with her right hand, her left hand moved down to cup his swollen ball sack. She used her fingernails to lightly tease and scratch his scrotum and she smiled as his hips jerked in response.

    “I want all of your cum, Eric. I bet you have a big load ready and I want it all.”

    Sally was approaching her own climax and seeing her friend fisting the large erection while talking like a slut pushed her over the edge.

    She emitted a high-pitched squeal as Eric once again found her clit with the spearing tip of his tongue. She leaned forward with her hands on his muscular chest as her pussy throbbed with its climax. She then rolled off to the side, landing on her back, her hips still heaving as she began to slowly recover.

    “C’mon, Eric. It’s your turn. You need to cum.”

    Becky’s thumb rubbed over the sensitive knob, using the leaking precum to further slicken the sensitive flesh. That proved to be the clincher.

    “SHHHHIITTT YEAAAAH, you sexy bitch. Here it comes.”

    Eric thrust his hips upward and his cock twitched. The first glob of sperm exploded and went about a foot high, drawing a gasp from Becky at its power. She tilted his rod more toward her and the ensuing loads of jism landed on her face, chin and breasts. His cock spurted at least eight times, each one with a slightly diminished load. But it was still a copious amount of jism.

    As his cock quivered, Becky leaned forward and captured the shiny cock head in her mouth. Her tongue licked at the residue and coaxed a few more small squirts of his jizz.

    CHAPTER 13

    While one threesome had completed its sexual journey, Lilly was in the middle of her own three-way. With her hands and her mouth, she had Brian’s cock hard and throbbing. She laid on her back, put her feet flat on the cushions and splayed her knees wide. She reached down and parted her labia, revealing the glistening pink walls of her pussy.

    “I want you to fuck me hard and fast,” she hissed. Brian needed no further encouragement. He got on his knees and held the base of his cock, rubbing its swollen head over her labia. There was a squishing sound as his precum mingled with her juices. He then angled the head so that it lodged in the opening of her sex.

    He reached his arms around her hips, grasped her butt and lifted her slightly so that his cock was level with its target. Then, with one lunge, his cock impaled her fully. Her firm breasts bounced, and she grunted her approval.

    Brian’s hips began to rock back and forth, sawing his cock back and forth. Each time it completed its journey their crotches slammed together.

    Steve laid down next to Lilly and she turned her face to give her a deep soul kiss. His left hand moved back and forth over her firm boobs, alternating light teases with slaps and grasps. Lilly arced her back and growled into his mouth as their tongues danced.

    When he broke the kiss, Lilly grabbed his head with both hands.

    “Suck my titties and if you do a good job, I’ll suck your cock.”

    Jennifer made sure she wasn’t left out. She had observed the hot scene with Eric, Becky and Sally. Since meeting Becky earlier, she had been thinking unpure thoughts about the newcomer to the group.

    Becky had fell back on her side after taking Eric’s cum shots. She had been sated by her own orgasm and she watched as Sally and Eric cuddled and kissed, slowly and gently running their hands over each other’s body as they attempted to recharge their batteries.

    Becky felt a hand on her shoulder and turned slightly to see Jennifer kneeling next to her.

    “Good gawd, that was hot watching you three,” she said. “Everyone else seems to be occupied and I’ve been lusting after you since you walked in.”

    The two women exchanged sultry smiles. Becky noticed Jennifer’s c-cup breasts had thick nipples that seemed to be half an inch long. She felt a tingle in her cunt indicating that she was again ready for fun.

    “Why don’t you just lay back and let me make you feel good,” Jennifer said. “I’d also like to lick the cum off.”

    Becky closed her eyes and sighed deeply at those words. Jennifer wasted little time, her tongue lapping at the streaks of jizz on Becky’s torso. Jennifer then leaned over Becky’s mouth and opened hers. A thick glob of spit and sperm hung from her lips before plopping on Becky’s tongue. Jennifer then brought her lips to Becky’s and their tongues stirred the potion. Jennifer sucked some of it out, swallowed it and smiled.

    “MMMMMMM, tastes so good, doesn’t it?”

    Jennifer then moved down and mouthed Becky’s left breast, her tongue licking and teasing the turgid nipple. She lifted her mouth slightly and dropped a bit of spit on the nub, her fingers rubbing and massaging the slickness.

    She then cupped her breast and leaned forward, using her nipple to tease and rub against Becky’s spit-slicked bud. As the two nipples rubbed against each other, they bent and yielded to the passing, pressing flesh in a delightful way.

    Becky had craned her neck so that she could watch. Seeing another woman’s breast rubbing so sensually against hers, seeing nipple teased by nipple, was raising her sexual heat.

    She grasped Jennifer’s other breast and her fingers twirled the thick bud.

    “Please, feed me your boob; I want to suck your breast.”

    Jennifer moved up so that her mound hung over Becky’s face. Becky’s lips closed around the nubbin, her tongue flicking the smooth flat surface back and forth. She opened her mouth and sucked the top of Jennifer’s breast into her hot mouth, her tongue continuing to twirl and explore.

    “That’s it, babe, that’s perfect. Just like that,” Jennifer whispered/hissed. “I love having my breasts played with but it’s even better when it’s a woman doing it.”

    Jennifer’s hands kept busy with Becky’s breasts, rolling and molding the firm mounds and teasing the erect and sensitive nipples. Becky moved to Jennifer’s other breast and copied her ministrations.

    Meanwhile, Eric and Sally were heating up. His hands had been mauling her pert tits with one hand. His other hand was busy playing with her pussy, rubbing the clit and inserting first one and then two fingers into her tight snatch.

    Sally’s hand was jacking Eric’s cock, working the foreskin back and forth and using his flowing precum to lubricate the stroking. She kissed him deeply and then pulled away.

    “I need you to fuck me with that big cock of yours.”

    Sally’s tight little body was a huge turn on for Eric. And he had a special plan to give her a special experience.

    He stood up, then reached down and grabbed her ankles. He bent her back so that she was on her shoulders, lifting her body up and pulling her legs far apart. He then straddled her. His size and strength took her breath away as he handled her like a doll.

    “Grab my cock,” he growled. “Grab my cock and put in your pussy.”

    She had to stretch her arm to capture the rock-hard dick that was pointing up at an angle. Her small hand pulled it while Eric crouched a bit to improve the angle. Sally then was able to lodge the tip of his cock between her labia and at the entrance of her vagina. She thought she could feel his cock head pulsing as it made contact with her soft snatch.

    Eric took a few moments to adjust his position and that of his partner.

    “Sal, you ready? I’m gonna fuck you through the floor.”

    His eight inches plunged deep in his sister-in-law’s clinging cunt, whooshing the air out of her lungs. Once she could breath again, she let out a high-pitch squeal as his cock withdrew only to begin a powerful jack-hammering fucking motion.

    Jennifer was in the process of kissing her way down Becky’s body when Sally’s scream of satisfaction drew their attention. They observed the athletic coupling and then looked at each other with wordless awe.

    The pause didn’t last long. Jennifer was intent on eating Becky’s pussy. She kissed and licked her way down her torso. When she reached the pleasure zone, her fingers parted Becky’s labia which were slick with juices and swollen with passion.

    “Hmmmmm, so pretty,” Jennifer purred. “I love to go down on a woman. I hope later tonight you get the chance to return the favor.”

    With that, her tongue slipped its way through Becky’s heated slit, passing over the clit to start and ending near her pink and fluttering ass hole. Becky shuddered when Jennifer’s tongue tip slipped over her pleasure bud and she gasped when she felt it near her ass. Her partners had never paid much attention to that particular erogenous zone and she had never been partial to anal sex play.

    Jennifer sensed the taboo feeling and her tongue continued to play at Becky’s pink star fish. The strong tongue tip licked and prodded and Becky raised her ass in response. Jennifer licked her index finger and replaced her tongue with the digit, further pushing at Becky’s clenched sphincter. Then her finger popped into the first knuckle and Becky’s body arched off the floor and she shuddered from head to toe.

    “DAMMMMNNNNN … my ass … never felt anything like that. Feels … GOOOOOD.”

    Jennifer sawed her finger in and out but never pushed further. “We’ll save some for later,” she said, pulling her finger out with an audible plop.

    Becky collapsed back on the floor. She had experienced a mini-orgasm from the butt play and her stomach was quivering with uncompleted passion.

    Jennifer then took her partner to yet another level. She positioned herself between Becky’s splayed legs. “Use her hands and open your pussy for me.” With her pink inner flesh exposed and ready, Jennifer cupped her right breast and pushed against Becky’s pussy. She then began rubbing it up and down her sopping slit. Becky recalled her first

    Jennifer guided her tit to the top of Becky’s vagina and the nipple made contact with her swollen and sensitive clit. The two erotic buds were opposites that attracted in a most delightful way. Jennifer then rubbed her mound, topped by the hard nipple, up and down Becky’s slick slit. The feeling of her partner’s soft boob against her pulsing vagina caused her to arch her back and thrust her hips.

    “MMMMMM, WOWWWW. Love having your tit on my pussy… SO HOT.”

    Jennifer rocked her body back and forth, forcing her tit against Becky’s moist slit, the hard nipple making contact with her nervy pleasure bud on each upward stroke. Becky was breathing hard. Jennifer then broke contact and moved up to offer her breast to Becky’s mouth.

    “Lick it, taste your pussy on my tit,” she hissed.

    Eric was pile driving Sally with his thick cock. She was almost standing on her head as Eric held her splayed legs by the ankles as he drilled her with hard strokes. She groaned in pleasure with each powerful stroke.

    Brian’s fuck session with Lilly was nearing its end. His buttocks were a blur as he steadily stroked his rod in and out of her clutching pussy. She had taken Steve’s cock in her mouth and watching her tongue lick and lap around his friend’s hard cock was increasing his excitement. He could feel the tingling in his scrotum as a load of jizz was ready to be delivered.

    Eric was also nearing his climax. He looked down at Sally, her pert breasts bouncing in rhythm to his strokes, her eyes closed, and her face contorted with pleasure. With a last, powerful thrust, he impaled the petite woman fully on his cock and his hands pulled her legs upward. She was almost completely suspended as he arced his back and he felt his cock surge with its orgasm.

    “URGGHHH AAAHHHH MMMMMM GAHHHAGGGAHHH,” Sally was gurgling as she felt his creamy load flooding her clasping love tunnel. Her arms flailed as her orgasm hit, enhanced by her feeling of helplessness, the feeling of being totally controlled by her partner and his cock.

    Hearing his wife’s reaction and realizing that Eric had well-fucked Sally, Brian could no longer hold back. His cock impaled fully in Lilly’s pussy, he felt her strong muscles milking his rod. His lower body tingled as his load of jism fired off inside Lilly’s snatch.

    Eric had gently laid Sally on the floor where she was splayed like a rag doll. She heard the familiar sounds of her husband coming and turned to see the end of the tryst between Brian and Lilly. Brian pulled his cock free. It was semi-hard and a string of jizz trailed from his tip to Lilly’s slit, which was oozing some of his cum.

    Lilly pulled her mouth off of Steve’s cock but continued to stroke the spit-slick rod. “Sally,” she purred, “my pussy is full of your husband’s cum. Come here and use that pretty little tongue of yours and lick it up.”

    Those words seemed to electrify the room. Eric was laying on his side, propped up by his elbow. He closed his eyes and licked his lips. Steve’s cock jerked against Lilly’s slick lips. Becky felt her spine tingle at the idea of what was to happen. She exchanged looks with Jennifer and they both decided to move for a closer look.

    Sally, on her hands and knees, moved like she was hypnotized. She approached Lilly’s splayed legs and saw that her snatch was leaking her husband’s sperm. Almost robotically, Sally dipped her face until her mouth was covering Lilly’s pussy. Her tongue started to lap, and she tasted the salty cum mingled with Lilly’s juices. Lilly had gone back to sucking Steve’s cock, which was throbbing and close to orgasm. Lilly’s pelvis arched and one hand grabbed Sally’s hair, forcing her face deeper and harder against her crotch.

    Jennifer had yet to orgasm and she was far past the “edge.” She stood up, grabbed Becky’s hand and then took Eric’s hand and led him to one of the benches. “Lay down, stud. You’re gonna get ridden.”

    Eric did was he was told, lying length-wise. His cock was semi-erect, but Jennifer quickly stroked and licked it to full erection. “Sit on his face,” Jennifer told Becky. “Find out if he knows how to eat pussy.”

    Seeing that threesome scene start to unfold was more than enough for Steve. He grabbed Lilly’s head and pulled her close against his crotch as his cock began to spew its creamy seed. Then, he released her head and pulled out, firing off a couple of shots that painted her face with jizz.

    Lillly reached down and grabbed Sally by the hair, pulling her up. “C’mere,” she growled. Lilly still had a mouthful of cum and as they kissed the creamy jizz was swished and passed back and forth. Sally swallowed some of it, broke the kiss and began licking the creamy icing from Lilly’s face.

    Jennifer had climbed on Eric and was easing his hard, thick cock into her vagina. “Ummmmm, FUUUUUCCKKKK. That is such a great damn cock. Feels soooo good.”

    Becky was on Eric’s face, facing Jennifer. She could observe their coupling as she enjoyed Eric’s strong and talented tongue licking her pussy. His big hands were on her ass, pulling her cheeks apart to give him greater access to her crotch.

    Jennifer leaned forward and deeply kissed Becky, her hands coming up to fondle her full breasts. Becky reciprocated. As the two women’s pussies were being stimulated by mouth and cock, they enhanced the feelings by kissing and fondling each other.

    Her feet on the floor, Jennifer was able to ride Eric’s cock as hard as she wanted. And she wanted hard. She broke away from Becky’s kiss and started bouncing up and down on the rigid rod, her breasts bouncing delightfully.

    With Eric having to do little to satisfy Jennifer, he concentrated on pleasing Becky. His tongue circled her vagina, licking the lips several times before opening his mouth wide and sucking as much of her into his mouth as possible. His teeth lightly clamped on her distended clit with this tongue flicking over the erect bud. Becky ground her crotch hard against his mouth.

    He reached his right hand toward Becky’s mouth and offered his index finger. She gladly took it in, sucking and wetting it. Eric then pulled it free and quickly moved that finger to her ass hole. As his tongue and mouth worked on her aroused pussy, he felt the need to add to her stimulation.

    The tip of his thick finger toyed with her pink opening, teasing around the tight ring as Jennifer had earlier. Then he slowly started to penetrate, his finger slowly sawing back and forth until it popped through to the first knuckle. He then wiggled it around, trying to relax and loosen her anal muscles.

    Becky’s upper torso stiffened with the forbidden stimulation and Eric’s talented ministrations of her pussy. She brought her hands up to fondle her own breasts, teasing the nipples as she liked to when masturbating.

    The foursome had sated themselves and relaxed to watch the threesome’s sex play. Sally was in her husband’s arms while Lilly cuddled with Steve, idly fondling his semi-flaccid cock as he languidly toyed with her breasts.

    Jennifer’s pussy was clasping on Eric’s cock as she rode it hard and fast. Then, she leaned back, placing her hands on his legs for a different angle as she twerked her hips. By leaning back, she exposed her glistening pussy. Becky saw that and leaned forward, laying across Eric’s torso as he continued to pleasure her pussy with his mouth and gently ream her ass with his finger.

    Becky leaned forward for an up-close-and-personal view of Jennifer’s pussy sliding up and down Eric’s cock. Jennifer’s clit was rock hard and distended from its hood. That was what had drawn Becky forward. She moved her mouth closer, hearing the squish-squish of cock and pussy. Her tongue flicked out and she began to lick at Jennifer’s nervy bud.

    “AAAAHHHHGGGGAAAAWDDDD what are you doing? GGHGNNGHHHAAAAH. That’s so good. YESSSSSSS LICK MY CLITTY.”

    Jennifer’s body was quivering like she was experiencing an ice bath. She continued leaning back, driving her crotch against the hard dick and the soft mouth that was pleasuring her. He breasts were pointed up, the nipples erect and the puffy ends of her mounds.

    Eric felt the vice grip of Jennifer’s pussy walls on his cock while his tongue twirled around Becky’s cunt and his finger probed and teased her ass. The stimulation of her two holes plus having her mouth so close to Jennifer and Eric’s connection was enough to fire off her orgasm. She crushed her mound against Eric’s mouth and pushed herself up on both hands, moaning and groaning as she came.

    Eric’s balls tightened and he felt his cum ready to explode inside of Jennifer. When Becky rolled off, he gave words to his feelings. “Your cunt is so FUCCCCKINNNG TIGHTTT ON MY COCK. Ride that prick… YESSSSS GONNA SHOOOOT. HERE IT CUMMMMMSS.”

    Eric’s strong legs bucked off the bench and nearly unseated Jennifer, but she was impaled on his cock as it spewed streams of jizz deep inside her and that sensation fired off her orgasm. “YOUUUU BIG FUCKING STUDDDDD. OOOOHHHHHH THATTTT’S SOOOO GOOD. CREAM MY PUSSY WITH YOUR CUM.”

    When she pulled off Eric’s cock, strings of jizz dribbled over his crotch and his cock flopped back against his stomach. Jennifer was still on a high and still stimulated. She moved forward and her extended labia moved against Eric’s prick, sliding back and forth with a combination of his jizz and her womanly secretions. He moaned as his cock was almost painfully stimulated by the silky caress of Jennifer’s pussy.

    Finally, Jennifer dismounted and lay down beside Becky. Eric sat up.

    “Ho-leee fuck,” he said.

    CHAPTER 14

    It was after 2 a.m. and despite the allurement of continued love making the group decided they were tired, and their sexual energy nearly spent.

    Sally and Brian wouldn’t let Becky drive home and insisted she spend the night. There were three guest rooms, all adjoining a large guest bathroom. Sally gave Becky one of her sleep shirts and helped her get set up in the smallest guest room.

    Becky was pleasantly exhausted. Her mind replayed parts of what had happened, and she had to admit that “swinging” had been more than enjoyable. She then fell into a deep sleep.

    She awoke and glanced at the bedside clock and saw it was after 10. Her body felt sticky, especially between her legs. She knocked on the door to the bathroom and then entered to take a shower. It was a walk-in with a sliding door but not as large as the master bath at her house.

    Becky had just stepped under the water when she heard the bathroom door open. Brian walked in, slid open the door and stepped in. He was naked and his cock at full attention.

    “Mind if I join you?” he superfluously asked. He saw the look on Becky’s face. “Sally knows I’m in here; she suggested it. Everybody else is up and gone.”

    He moved closer, filled his hands with liquid soap and began to suds her back.

    Brian leaned close and Becky could feel the tip of his cock against his thigh. “I’ve been lusting after you for years,” he whispered. “When I confided to Sally, it was one of the things that got us started as swingers. We knew there was a lot of fun out there, a lot of great people and it’s just sex, it’s just enjoyment.”

    His hands began to move around her sides, and he pulled her even closer, his rod trapped against her back. “I was glad when you got divorced. I knew your husband was playing around on you and that’s not right. He’s a stupid fuckin’ idiot.”

    At those words, Brian’s hands captured Becky’s twin mounds, soaping them up and further hardening her nipples. She groaned and reached behind her to grab Brian’s cock. She started to stroke it and she could feel it quivering in her hand.

    Brian turned Becky around and pushed her against the wall away from the spray and kissed her deeply, a kiss she gladly returned. He reached down and grabbed her legs behind the knees, lifted her up and then pushed his erection against her mound. Becky reached down to help him position his swollen prick against her slit and then he thrust home in one move. Becky threw her arms around his neck and she began to hump against him as his hips moved back and forth to saw his rod in and out of her clinging pussy.

    Becky was a bit surprised that her pussy was so read to fuck with so little foreplay. Maybe fucking the husband of a good friend added to her excitement.

    Brian also was feeling this encounter deep in his crotch. Becky’s breasts were crushed against his chest, her hard nipples evident. Because of their position, his strokes were short and steady, but he could feel his scrotum beginning to tighten. Becky’s cunt walls were gripping his cock on each thrust and the sensation was eliciting a groan with every stroke.

    “Becky … gawd damn … this is so fucking great… I want to cum deep inside you.”

    She moved her mouth over his, their tongues passionately entwined as they each moved closer to a mutual climax. Becky’s thighs clamped around Brian’s hips, trying to draw him deeper inside. He pulled his cock to the very edge of Becky’s vaginal lips, then thrust home so that their crotches slammed together. Brian’s cock started to spurt his seed and Becky could feel it deep inside her. She shuddered as her orgasm crested.

    Their legs were shaky, but they moved back under the shower and cleaned themselves. Gobs of Brian’s cum leaked out of Becky’s pussy as she washed and massaged her mound.

    Brian turned off the shower and they stepped out, with Brian handing Becky a towel. As they were drying off, Sally came in carrying a cup of coffee. She was wearing a t-shirt and jean shorts.

    “Well, I hope you two had fun,” she said with a mischievous grin. She handed the coffee to Becky, who took a sip. After fucking her friend’s husband in her house, Becky felt a surge of guilt. Sally quickly picked up on her friend’s vibe. She stepped close and gave her a hug.

    “Girl, you have nothing to worry about,” Sally said, stepping back from the hug. “You have no idea how many times I’ve watched Brian fuck someone else. And he’s seen me fuck plenty of guys. That’s what we do – or what we’ve been doing. It’s the happiest we’ve ever been as a couple.”

    Becky finished drying off and wrapped the towel around her body before walking back to the guest room. Her clothes from the previous night were draped across a chair. Sally followed her.

    “Becky, I hope you had fun last night; it certainly appeared that you did,” Sally said with a small laugh. “We’ve played with Steve and Jennifer several times, but Eric and Lilly brought a lot of energy; first time we had swung with them was this weekend.

    “We realize this lifestyle is frowned upon by a lot of people. But for us, it’s all about fun and having pleasure. Marriages, relationships can go stale. We’ve found a group of folks who are mature, responsible, sexy. No drugs, other than booze. No pain, no bondage. We just like to get together … and fuck.”

    Becky was getting dressed while Sally was talking. “Anyway, since your divorce and after talking to you, I got the feeling you were ready to do something to jump start your sex life. You’re more than welcome to become a regular with our group.”

    The two friends hugged. “Time for me to get home. But … I’ll be back. Let me know when the next orgy will be,” she said with a grin.

    Driving back to her house, she decided she would agree to become part of the group. She thought she’d ask Amy and Rita to see if they might be interested. Her libido buzzed at the thought of her two female friends involved with her in a group orgy.

    Becky realized that she was feeling better about her life than she had in years – maybe ever. She remembered how this recent journey had started by being “captured” by an escaped convict. And now, she felt her life – and especially her love life – was on the right track.


  • Chilly Willy_(0)

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    Hanna finds out she cant give Willy a speeding ticket

    Willy was a cop, daughter of a cop, a sister to cops and cousin to many cops. A few months before her thirty-sixth birthday, she was slim, standing five foot nine with the wide shoulders, flattish chest, and slim hips with the incredibly powerful thighs of a swimmer. She loved water, and still swam when she got the chance. She had short unruly dark hair that was normally brushed carelessly back. Her most memorable feature were her eyes. They were large; the colours of a misty sea, sometimes gray, changing to jade green, depending on her mood. With classic cheekbones, a beautiful face, slim body, she still got carded when entering a bar where she wasn’t known.

    She helped the vice squad out from time to time, stake-outs, dressing in a plaid micro-mini and stiletto heels and halter-tops, long wigs, padded bra and tons of make up; it was not something she overly enjoyed. Being a detective, she loved, solving enigmatic robberies, catching “scam-artists”, that flocked to Vegas, getting them “off the street”. This was her life. She enjoyed most other aspects of her career, as a peace officer, the camaraderie, the sense she was making a difference. Like most cops, she hated the necessary paperwork and endless court appearances that went alongside any arrest. In addition, she shot “Sniper” with her custom Winchester 30.06 and was a member of the prestigious S.W.A.T.

    She had been born with a heart defect, simply put, it beat ten to fifteen beats a minute slower than average. Heart specialists had no cure for the defect. The slower heart rate had given her a solid phlegmatic outlook on life that even her failed marriage and divorce could not shake.

    Willy was late. The traffic on the freeway was light, almost non-existent, so she pressed the gas just a little harder. The 1963 Jaguar E-type was her only extravagance. It had cost her a fortune to rebuild from the hulk she had discovered at an auto graveyard in the desert just outside of the city. The twin chromed exhausts spat and growled as the sleek car shot forward at a greater pace. The monthly backyard family barbeque at her parent’s house, with her brothers and cousins was something she hated to miss.

    She had restored the British sports car herself; her brothers and dad spent countless hours helping her to recreate it, to the point it had first been driven off the factory lot in Coventry England forty odd years ago. The paintwork gleamed British Racing Green. Each piece of chrome had been re-chromed and burnished until they shone. The Engine and running gear had been sent back to the Coventry factory where it had been blueprinted and retooled to accept the higher octane, lead-free gasoline of the time, rather than the leaded pollutant it had originally been created to run on. The leather of the interior was buttercup brown, an exact duplicate of the later ’80 models, with soft as a glove the comfortable bucket seats that enveloped the person sitting in them. The dashboard and steering wheel had gone to a Jaguar specialist in California, the walnut refurbished, gauges replaced, and the leather re-stitched so that it appeared new and unblemished.

    Her concentration was shattered by the squawk of a siren behind her, the red and white revolving lights on the cruiser lit up behind her, stabbed her eyes in the rear-view mirror and she lifted off the gas and coasted to a stop on the shoulder of the road.

    The cop who exited from the cruiser looked like a poster-girl for female cops everywhere. Willy estimated her to be about five foot ten inches. She filled the khaki uniform, as if she had been poured into it. There was not a single wrinkle in the starched khaki uniform, which she could see. The basket-weaved double-clasped “Sam Brown” leather belt around her trim waist slanted down on her left side, and supported a holstered semi automatic pistol and pouches for spare ammunition and regulation handcuffs. Her blonde hair was tied back, as per the regulations, in a ponytail, that flowed out of the back of her baseball cap. Mirrored “aviator” Raybans hid and shielded her eyes from the desert glare, making it hard to estimate her age.

    “I clocked you at seventy six miles per hour, Ma’am. The speed limit posted for this section of the freeway is fifty-five. May I see your license and proof of registration please?”

    Willy fished in her purse and withdrew her wallet and handed it to the officer, gold badge open, identifying herself as a fellow peace officer. “Hi”, she greeted, “Willy Smits, Metro office, ” she said brightly.

    The cop looked at the offered badge, handed it back to Willy. “License and proof of ownership, please, Detective Smits”, she asked again.

    Willy sighed, leaned over to the glove box and withdrew the pink ownership papers and handed them to the officious woman, along with her plastic drivers license card.

    “The speed I clocked you at is above the level I can issue you a speeding ticket for. Regulation 47 of the bylaws concerning vehicular traffic on highways of Nevada state clearly states that when a vehicle is measured doing a speed in excess of twenty miles per hour over the posted speed limit, it be impounded and that a summons be issued to the driver for a court case. I have to impound this vehicle, and issue you a warrant to appear in court, Detective Smits. Will you step out of the vehicle please? I will radio for a tow-truck to take your vehicle to impound. Do you need to contact anyone for alternate transport, or shall I drive you to the nearest bus station? Perhaps you would prefer it, if I called you a cab?” the blonde cop stated blandly.

    Willy was aghast, “You are joking, right? I’m also a cop, how about a little professional courtesy?” She asked.

    The blond patrolwoman answered sarcastically, “Were you being professional by breaking the speed limit, Ms. Smits? Or are you chasing a suspect in your private vehicle? Perhaps you’re being chased?” She looked around hastily for the offending vehicle.

    Willy shook her head resigned to the fact that the policewoman was serious. She dug into her purse and pulled out her cellular ‘phone, while unbuckling her safety belt. She pulled herself out of the seat and stood beside her beloved Jaguar. She punched buttons of her ‘phone, and waited till the party she called answered. “Hi Mom, is Dad there? Yah, yah, I know everybody is there. I know I’m late and that the burgers are on the barbeque. Can I speak to Dad please?”

    She waited, holding the phone to her ear. After a few seconds her dad came the phone. “Hi Dad, can you fetch me? I’m on highway thirty five about five miles from you? No, no, the car is fine, in fact your traffic patrolwoman, um…” she squinted at the gold badge above the khaki uniform pocket, “Officer Fields, has just impounded it and is going to have it towed. Yes, okay Dad, hold on.”

    Willy handed the cellular phone to the blonde policewoman.” Its Deputy-Chief John Smits. He would like a word with you.”

    Hanna Fields took the offered phone and spoke. “Hello this is Officer Fields, Deputy-Chief. Yes sir, but… but I have followed the correct procedure in this case. I clocked the vehicle at seventy-six miles per hour. Yes sir, Chief. I understand. Thank you sir.” She flushed as she handed the Motorola back to Willy.

    “You are free to go officer Smits. My apologies for detaining you.” She turned, stalked to her patrol car with as much dignity as she could muster, climbed in, revved the motor and proceeded, with a squeal of rubber, to make an illegal U-turn over the painted median and head back the way she had originally come.

    Willy waived in mock friendliness at the disappearing squad car, as she climbed back into the cockpit of her jag, and sped off to enjoy her family barbeque.

    Her dad and brothers, most of her cousins, as well as many other relatives were on the force. The merriment of the occasion was not lost on her family. Her dad admonished her for the phone call while her brothers teased her all afternoon. Chilly-Willy became Leadfoot and Speed-demon.

    As the afternoon slowly descended into early evening, and the barbeque transformed into a game of family touch football, Willy turned to her father. “Dad, can you get me Hanna Fields’ home address?” She handed him her cellphone. Her dad punched in his office number and spoke to the clerk on duty. He wrote the address on a sheet of his notepad, and handed it to Willy.

    Dusk became evening as the various family members began packing up and her parent’s driveway and front yard no longer resembled a parking lot. Willy headed back towards the city, at the posted speed limit. She made a short stop at an all hours liquor store, and the florist alongside it. The Jaguar coasted to a stop outside a small home in a middle-income area of the city. The garden was sparsely populated. A white Honda still displaying New York plates was parked in the driveway. Tall unmowed grass showed that the occupant spent little time “smelling the flowers”.

    Willy stepped up and knocked on the front door, holding the bunch of red roses in front of her. Hanna was no longer in her uniform when she answered the door, Willy noted that Hanna’s eyes were china blue. She was dressed in a pair of cutoff jeans and cotton T-shirt with the red apple logo for New York emblazoned on the front. Her bare toes coated with coral nail varnish peeked up at Willy, giving the illusion of vulnerability.

    Willy offered the blonde the flowers. “Peace offering,” she stated sincerely.

    Hanna accepted the flowers. “Thank you, Deputy-Chief Smits’ daughter,” she answered levelly.

    “I really am sorry, Hanna. I can call you Hanna, can’t I?” Willy asked.

    Hanna shrugged as she answered, “I guess, although it still doesn’t make it right, thought. You abused the system. This is my first week on the job here. I have been the butt of so many jokes from everybody in the department since I got here. I thought you were just another part of my initiation,” she said grinning. Your sarcastic lil wave as I drove off…. ugh!” she grunted.

    Willy followed her into the sitting room. Cardboard boxes were strewn unattended on the floor, some still unopened. It was obvious that Hanna had not gotten unpacked yet. She handed Hanna the roses and wine.

    “Let me find a vase and put these in some water. Look in that box.” She pointed to an unopened box near the chair Willy was sitting on. You should find an opener and glasses in there, probably near the bottom.”

    Hanna rummaged through a half empty carton, and extracted a simple glass vase for the roses. She walked through a door to the kitchen. Willy could hear her filling the vase from the faucet.

    Willy found the glasses and opener in the box, and proceeded to open the wine. Hanna returned, arranging the roses in the vase as she walked. She placed the flowers on top of the TV set and settled onto the chesterfield across from the chair Willy was sitting on. Willy reached over and handed Hanna a glass of wine, then holding up her glass in a toast. “To you, Hanna, a new beginning and my humble apologies for abusing the system.”

    They drank in silence.

    “Do you like music?” Hanna asked, pointing to an expensive-looking black-faced stereo and huge box speakers. It’s all I managed to salvage from my divorce.” She slipped onto the floor in front of the stereo and selected a CD from a pile alongside the unit.

    Soon strains of “Smoke rings in the dark” filled the room. “I love his slow sensual rhythm,” she said.

    They sipped their wine and listened to the music, Hanna sitting cross legged in front of the stereo and Willy on the chair next to her. Their interpersonal ice began to thaw and they began to discuss their careers – the job, the city, crime and their lives. The level of wine slowly dropped until the last drop was deposited into Hanna’s glass. Hanna shrugged herself up onto her feet and weaved her way back into the kitchen. She returned with another three quarter filled bottle of wine she’d retrieved from the fridge.

    The level of the second bottle dropped steadily until it too was empty. By this time both girls were more than a little tipsy and they had begun telling each other little secrets about their pasts. Hanna had admitted to Willy that she had not had sex with anybody since she had begun divorce proceedings from her ex-husband a New York lawyer who had “gotten it all, ‘ceptin this goddam stereo”, in the divorce settlement, six months ago. She had moved to ‘Vegas to begin again, she was twenty nine. So far she hadn’t found anyone interesting enough to consider a bed partner.

    Willy admitted that she hadn’t had sex with anyone since she ended the relationship with her ex-husband ten years ago. Her problem was, because of her slow heartbeat, she’d never achieved an orgasm during intercourse with her husband or any man for that matter. The only way she could orgasm, was through lengthy sessions of masturbation, which left her emotionally and physically drained. Some mornings after “pleasuring herself” she was so sore “down there” it hardly seemed worth the effort. Her nickname in the department was “Chilly-Willy” because it seemed that she had no interest in any of her male colleagues.

    Willy rose unsteadily to her feet, peering at her watch. “I really should be getting home,” she said.”I have to be on duty in little over five hours.”

    “You can’t drive in that condition,” Hanna said, looking very official while sprawling barefoot on the floor in front of her stereo. “Gimme your keys,” she said holding out her hands.

    “No way you’re taking my car away from me, Hanna. You tried that once already today,” Willy replied.

    Hanna struggled to her feet, and walked to Willy who still was rummaging through her purse for the keys. “You cannot drive drunk, Willy. If you want, you can stay the night.” She pointed at the chesterfield. “You can spend the night on my couch, or you can sleep in the bedroom. It’s a big bed and I’m sure we’re both too drunk to fool around.”

    Hanna led Willy to the bedroom. “I’ll set the alarm for six. That gives you time to drive home, shower and put on clean undies, brush your teeth and stuff.” She pushed Willy onto the bed, hastily pulling off her own T-shirt and jeans. She climbed onto the bed wearing only her panties, next to Willy, who was struggling out of her clothes, and flicked off the light.

    Sometime during the night their bodies connected. Dawn started to spray warm desert sunshine into the darkened bedroom, while the two women slumbered in each other’s arms. Willy’s head nestled on Hanna’s shoulder, and Hanna had her arms wrapped around Willy, each hand resting on the taller girl’s breasts. Willy’s nipples had minds of their own and were throbbingly erect, thrusting into her palms. Unconsciously, Hanna bent downwards and kissed Willy’s neck.

    Instantly both girls were awake!

    Their eyes flew open as they hastily disengaged from each other. Hanna rolled off the bed. “I’ll get coffee. You’ll have time to get home and get ready for work,” she said, peering at Willy still sprawled on the bed. She couldn’t blot out the beauty of Willy’s eyes as the taller girl looked up at her, almost flaunting her taunt dark, hard nipples. She could still feel them pushing into her palms, that, and the warmth that Willy’s body had radiated.

    With that, still clad only in her panties, she turned and walked to the kitchen and began rustling the coffee mugs and filters.

    Willy stood up and, similarly clad only in her panties, silently followed Hanna to the kitchen.

    She approached Hanna from the rear, her heart pounding. She reached for Hanna, whispering to herself, “Here goes nothing.” She snaked both her arms under Hanna’s arms and then upward, her warm hands reaching up and encompassing Hanna’s large warm breasts. She flattened herself against Hanna’s bare back, her own engorged nipples pressing into Hanna’s flesh. Her breath was coming in gasps from fear of rejection and fear of the unknown. She’d never ever even considered having sex with another woman. “What if Hanna starts screaming? Rejects my advances? Laughs at me? There are endless possibilities of things that’ll go wrong!” All these thoughts flashed through Willy’s mind as she committed herself and body to this beautiful woman.

    Hanna sensed Willy coming up behind her and held her breath. “God what an idiot I am. She’s gonna freak out, damn me!”

    When Willy’s hands enveloped her breasts, and she molded herself to her back, Hanna’s nipples responded instantly to the touch, warming and hardening, their areolae contracting as the nipples enlarged themselves and became rock hard, pressing themselves back into Willy’s palms. Willy’s mouth touched the soft silky nape of Hanna’s neck through her mussed blonde hair. Soft lips kissed her, then Willy’s tongue began lapping where she had just been kissed. It sent tiny tingles of pure ecstasy down Hanna’s spine. Automatically, heat and moisture began seeping between her legs.

    Willy whispered, “You’ll have to help me, if you want this. I’ve never done this before.” Then she began to knead the breasts that filled each of her hands.

    “Neither have I,” Hanna panted, her hands covered Willy’s, guiding her fingers and palms as she pressed her chest into those warm loving hands. Unconsciously, she pressed her ass backwards into Willy’s crotch, feeling the warmth radiating there. Wanting more, she released one of Willy’s hands and slid her hand into her panties. She slipped her forefinger over her clit, feeling it swell until she was sure it was at least three times its normal size! “It must be at least an inch long,” she thought.

    Willy’s hand followed hers down, pushing and questing through the blonde pubic curls until her fingers slid over Hanna’s engorged clitoris. Willy’s fingers touched and circled her clit. This gentle touch overwhelmed Hanna. Her knees began to shake, her thighs trembled, an electrical tickle began deep in her belly, and her breath became gasps. Letting everything go, she grabbed the kitchen counter to keep standing. She arched her back as the first orgasm rocked her. She had always been quick to reach orgasm, but these last twenty seconds were a new world record. It didn’t end with the first wave, Willy’s fingers entered her, and, achingly slow, two fingers penised their way into her warm wetness. The gush of her juice surprised her, her body responded to the invasive fingers like nothing that she’d ever experienced before.

    Unable to keep herself erect, Hanna slid to the kitchen floor. Holding her thighs almost unnaturally wide, she lewdly pumped her pussy upward onto Willy’s rigid fingers her breath had become grunts of pure pleasure. Her back arched off the floor, and her eyes screwed tightly shut. Soon she felt Willy’s wet warm mouth and tongue on her pussy! The feel of her face, her soft cheeks, pressed in between her thighs was amazing. As her fingers flew into Willy’s hair, her whole body gave one mighty shudder and began delivering the most mind-blowing orgasm she’d ever experienced.

    Willy was intent on giving Hanna whatever she wanted. She’d followed her to the floor. The experience of her own frustration during her masturbation sessions gave her insight. She used every trick her own body had taught her to give Hanna an orgasm. Hanna’s body began to spasm rhythmically, her pussy enveloped her probing fingers. Liquid, squishy sounds gushed – sweet smelling lubricant emerged that pooled in Hanna’s blonde curls, and began running in rivulets down her thighs, Willy’s sensuality was now officially in overdrive. She lowered her face to meet the thrusts of Hanna’s pelvis, her tongue tentatively tasting at the escaping juices, until unable to control herself, she pressed her mouth as hard as she could against Hanna’s swollen lips alongside her flexing fingers and began to suck at the slick warm liquid Hanna’s pussy was creating just for her.

    Hanna’s squeal as her orgasm overtook her frightened Willy and instinctively she stopped, pulling her fingers free of Hanna’s pussy with an audible ‘plop’ sound. But she was unable to move her head away. Hanna’s fingers had dug into Willy’s hair, keeping her face captive between her heaving thighs.

    Finally, totally spent, Hanna, reclined on the kitchen floor. Still gasping, she released her captive. While caressing her shoulders and playing with an available ear, she groaned to the still kneeling Willy, “Boy, do you ever know how to cure a hang-over!”

    Weeks and weeks later, at the station, Willy was sitting in a toilet stall, as she listened to the two women who were chatting while putting on their make-up in front of the mirror of the ladies change room.

    “So, what do you think of the new girl?” one asked the other.

    “I sneaked a look through her file when she transferred in from New York. She seems to be a good cop,” was the reply.

    “So what’s the juice then? Tell me all,” the first woman demanded.

    “She’s divorced; no kids; been in three New York precinct houses since she left the police academy. She also has two commendations – one for bravery, one for merit. Her previous Captain in New York recommended her for sergeant, but she was passed over because she had marital problems, then she asked to be transferred here to Vegas.”

    “Marital problems, huh? So she screws around?”

    “Can’t say – that part isn’t in her jacket.”

    “So what is in the jacket?”

    “Well, she did see a shrink, but it didn’t have anything to do with the job.”

    “Is that all?”

    “Pretty much.”

    “Oh, then I know something you don’t.”

    “What?”

    “I hear she’s pretty tight with the chief’s daughter.”

    “Who, Chilly-Willy?”

    “Uh-huh, the ice princess.”

    “Wooo! Sounds like serious lesbo action.”

    “Oh come on now! All Chilly-Willy ever does is work. I bet she can’t remember who last touched her cunt.”

    “Oh? Why is her fancy English car in front of Fields’ place every night for the last two months then, huh?”

    “So Chilly-Willy bought a strap-on and they’re doing it, Big deal!”

    “Come on, let’s get out there, and save the world.”

    Willy heard the two gossip’s footsteps moving away and the door of the woman’s restroom opening.

    Willy stood, flushed the bowl, smoothed down her skirt and opened the stall door. After washing her hands, she exited the washroom, and followed the two female uniform officers towards the duty desk.

    She approached the desk sergeant, flashing her badge. “Hi, Bill,” she said. “I’m looking for Hanna Fields. She finished her shift about half an hour ago,” she stated.

    Not bothering to look up, the balding overweight sergeant grunted something and jerked his thumb over his shoulder at the squad room door behind him, and continued to study the papers in front of him.

    Willy walked into the squad room and found Hanna at a desk, completing every cop’s worst nightmare – the paperwork that follows an arrest.

    Hanna looked up and flashed a wide smile, her luminous blue eyes lighting up. “Hi, Willy. I’m just about done. Gimme five minutes, OK? I just need to finish this,” she said, pointing to the report she was working on, “and I’m finished for the day.” She grinned.

    Willy nodded and sat opposite Hanna, who scribbled furiously, and finished the report by signing it with a flourish.

    “All right then,” Hanna said, “Let’s give this to the D.S., then gimme a second to change into civvies, and we’re outta here.”

    Hanna opened a desk drawer, took out and holstered her duty pistol, rose, and headed for the door, followed by Willy.

    The white heat of the desert almost overwhelmed them as they stepped down from the stairs of the police station, into the sunlight. Almost simultaneously both woman reached instinctively for their sunglasses. Hanna’s were the mirrored Ray-bans “Aviator” that hid her wide expressive blue eyes. Willy’s were the less concealing Gucci wrap-around, that shaded her best feature, her luminous green eyes, and framed her classic cheekbones.

    The two girls walked side by side along the pavement, their hands “almost” touching. They made a contrasting pair. Hanna at five-eleven, the taller of the two by two inches, had a body that turned heads wherever she went. Her normally below the shoulder length natural blonde hair was pulled back, severely in a “pony-tail”. She’d slipped into a white midriff tank-top, which displayed her flat stomach and cute belly button and showed her lush 36C breasts to their best advantage. The faded Levi denims she’d put on looked as though they were bought a size too small and had shrunk in the wash.

    In contrast, Willy’s short, unruly dark hair was brushed carelessly back off her forehead. Simple little gold hoops pierced the lobes of her ears. A designer label crème blouse accentuated her shoulders without the aid of shoulder-pads; three of its buttons were open at her neck, displaying the outline of a pair of 32B cup breasts, without flaunting any inadequacy. Her narrow waist was cinched with a wide western leather belt and Navaho belt buckle. A gray-green skirt ended just above her knee, giving people who bothered to look a glimpse of well-developed thighs, calves and delicate ankles. Both women wore comfortable, though unfashionable, running shoes.

    As they reached Willy’s ’63 racing-green E-type Jaguar, Willy unlocked the passenger door and held it open for Hanna, before moving to the driver’s door and slipping behind the wheel. She moved the car into the late afternoon traffic, heading towards Hanna’s house.

    She described the conversation she overheard.

    “So what? It’s exactly what we’re doing, Willy,” Hanna responded.

    “But, I don’t own a strap-on, and we’re not lesbians,” Willy remonstrated.

    “No we’re not, but we can get a strap-on,” Hanna responded. “Stop there,” she pointed to a vacant parking spot in front of a well known sex shop. “Lets get one there,” she demanded mischievously.

    Willy guided the Jag into the parking place, locking the doors after they had exited.

    They walked into the large sex shop, hand in hand. A Goth-like clerk complete with pale make-up, darkened eyes, drab dark-gray dress, blackened hair, spiked bracelets and collar, disengaged herself from a co-worker and the magazine they were avidly reading. “Can I help you ladies?” she asked.

    Hanna blushed prettily. “Um, my friend is looking for a strap-on,” she said, pointing at Willy.

    The clerk nodded knowingly, “Any particular model or size?” she asked.

    This time Willy blushed. “Well no. Can you show us some?” she asked.

    “They’re all there,” the clerk answered and pointed absently to a wall, whose shelves were laden with dozens of varieties of dongs and strap-ons.

    Hanna giggled, “Holy shit, there’s hundreds!”

    Willy whispered, “You choose. You’re going to be on the receiving end.”

    Hanna and Willy walked along the isle, picking up various models, reading the deions or advertising that was printed on the packaging aloud to one and other. Finally, Hanna held up an 8-inch model she had taken off the shelf, and brazenly asked the bored clerk, “What’s this one like?”

    “Ah,” said the Goth girl clerk, sagely. “Good choice. It comes complete with a harness and batteries. It has a vibrating, molded head, sculpted shaft and has some really neat accessories.”

    “OK, “said Willy. “We’ll take it.”

    The two women giggled all the way back to the car, the discretely wrapped parcel clutched safely in Hanna’s hands.

    The conversation in the car was as light as the traffic was heavy. Amid sneak peeks and a lot of giggling, they arrived at Hanna’s suburban Las Vegas home.

    Once inside, they fell into each other’s arms on the sofa, in the sitting room. Hanna’s arms snaked around Willy’s waist, unbuckling the belt and tugging at the skirt. Willy kissed Hanna, her tongue flicking at Hanna’s teeth and her lips sucking Hanna’s tongue. Furiously they tugged each other’s clothing off until they both sat amid piles of discarded clothing.

    Willy’s mouth sucked lightly on Hanna’s neck, her wet warm tongue caressing the soft skin, her hands caressed Hanna’s waiting breasts. Teasing her nipples with her palms, she took the now heavy nipples between thumb and forefinger and pulled and pinched the nubbins until they glowed like ripe strawberries, their areolae shrinking as they crinkled.

    Hanna had begun to pant. Instinctively her thighs had spread themselves as wide apart as possible and her back arched, inviting her lover to take her. Slowly, teasingly slow, Willy moved her head down across Hanna’s shoulder, then she dragged her tongue down the valley between Hanna’s breasts, across her belly. She stopped briefly to explore and probe Hanna’s belly button with her tongue before heading down lower through the Hanna’s course curly pubic hairs until she found the treasure she so desperately sought.

    Willy’s mouth enveloped Hanna’s plump pussy. She sucked hard, drawing the wet warmth of Hanna’s lips into her mouth, her tongue pressed into Hanna like a tiny penis, its tip delving into the slit. She pressed her nose hard against Hanna’s clit, and began to shake her head from side to side, pressing and squishing Hanna’s engorged clit against her pelvis, at the same time making sucking noises as she slurped the lubricant Hanna’s pussy had begun to produce, just for her.

    Hanna gasped, arching her back further, thighs twitching faster and faster as Willy’s nose ground and squished her now super-sensitive clit. An electrical tickle began to expand from the base of her spine, tiny bursts of pure pleasure flowed upward from her thighs. She screwed her eyes tightly shut in concentration, her breathing becoming ragged grunts.

    Willy continued to make slurpy noises as she sucked at the juice that flowed freely from Hanna’s pussy. With her head buried in Hanna’s lap, Willy could feel the strong muscles in Hanna’s thighs contract with the building of an orgasm. Hanna’s knees finally locked, her thighs pressing hard against Willy’s ears, her fingers digging into her short hair, pressing her face deeper into her lap, the electrical waves of pleasure overtaking all sense of decorum.

    Hanna began to squeal, “I love you, I love you, I love you, Willy, please, please,” followed by a final long drawn out “Yessssssssssssssss,” as the orgasm rocked her deep inside her belly and exploded with an ecstatic shuddering that took her breath away.

    As her breathing slowly returned to normal, she opened her eyes and gave a mock sob, “Oh no, you forgot to use the strap-on,” she wailed.

    “I love you too, my baby girl,” Willy answered, lifting her head and licking her fingers like a cat laps at a bowl of cream. “Relax. We’ve got all evening to play. We’ll use the strap-on after dinner.”

    “Then I guess we’ve become lesbians, Willy,” Hanna answered.

    Willy nodded. “Yes, my darling girl. I guess we have.” She signaled her joy with a blissful grin.


  • Raped whilst riding part II

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    Further to Claire’s organised rape of me whilst out riding I continue to tell you stories of my experiences.

    Since Claire confessed her feelings to me after the rape incident our friendship blossomed. Although she worked for me as my groom she proved to be a very attentive bed fellow. She adored me and would do anything I wanted whenever I wanted it.

    I would come home from exercising one of the horses, my fanny wet with the constant rubbing in the saddle and she would be there to finish me off! She would take the horse from me and untack it and make it comfortable. In the meantime I would go upstairs to the privacy of my tack-room and wait for her there. By the time she came up the stairs I would have peeled my tight jodhpurs down to the top of my boots and would be sitting on one of the trunks waiting for her to finish me off.

    She would home into my wet glistening pussy like a bee to a honey pot, fall to her knees and lick me out to a body juddering climax! Alternatively when she was hosing the horse off I would catch her bending down and rub my hands up and down her tight breeches feeling her crack through the material, I would keep on rubbing her until her wetness appeared and make her cum.

    We had fun at my flat too, she would come round for supper, I would cook us a meal and afterwards we would sit on the settee together and tease one another. The attraction and craving for sex was never ending, we seized every opportunity to sexually please one another. She particularly loved tribbing, rubbing her hot wet slippery clit against mine and bringing us both off to climax. I discovered an online website which sold all different sex toys; I purchased a double ended dildo, not too long. We could insert in both our cunts and impale ourselves deep enough to still trib.

    We grasped each other and ground ourselves on each end of the dildo so that our clits touched each other and would fuck ourselves stupid. Afterwards we would lie side by side and stroke each other’s pussies until our climaxes subsided glistening in sweat and well and truly fucked.

    All was rosie until one of Claire’s brothers Steve re-appeared on the scene, these where the guys that Claire had organised to rape me whilst I was out riding one of the horses. Both brothers were nasty particularly the older one Steve, but I used to get so turned on by his dominant attitude. Claire became quite subdued on the yard and our relationship was being affected. I repeatedly asked her what was troubling her and she continued to avoid the matter.

    One day on the yard she appeared very red eyed and withdrawn. I took her upstairs and sat her down and crouched before her, looked her in the eyes and held her hands and pleaded with her to tell me what was troubling her. She eventually confessed that her old brother had been abusing her; she had told him she had fallen for me in a big way and was no longer interested in boys. He had apparently gotten quite mad and had raped her in her bedroom.

    Having enjoyed sex on both sides, I was a little turned on by the thought and asked her what had happened. She said she had got home from the yard and taken a shower, when she returned to her room in just a towel her brother sat on the bed waiting for her. Immediately she closed the door he stood up and yanked the towel from her body. Eyeing her pert little tits and her freshly shaven pussy he commented no wonder her boss liked eating fresh pussy especially like hers. Claire’s brother is a big man and no match for Claire and he man handled her across her dressing table, he crudely spat saliva onto his hand; wiped it on her pussy lips to lube his cock and plunged his thick cock into her. Her head was facing the mirror and he got off on seeing the shock and pain registered on her face has he rammed his cock into her.

    Not happy fucking her there, he withdrew, flung her on the bed and kneeled over her face and forced his cock into her mouth, he continued to push his cock until he reached the back of her throat causing her to gag and continued to fuck her face as hard as he could. She realised that unless she relaxed she would choke, she accepted her fate and sucked his cock. She figured the sooner he came the sooner his attack would be over.

    He soon cottoned on to her, feeling her tongue caressing his hard cock as he felt his balls tighten. He pulled out of her mouth, flattened her knees on to the bed and once again rammed his cock into her gaping cunt. He fucked her as hard as he could, grasping the flesh of her hips to bury his cock as deep as he physically could until he came, jettisoning ropes and ropes of his cum into her tight cunt.

    He lay over her sweating and panting until he got his breath back and then merely hauled himself off of her, wiped his cum dripping cock on her bath towel, threw it at her and left.

    By now in the tack room Claire was sobbing in my arms recounting the incident and mumbling that he wanted to fuck me too. I am so wet; it’s all I can do to keep clenching my thighs together to itch my wanton cunt. I am so horny I want to get a broom handle and fuck myself with it the thought of Steve fucking me in his brutal way was too much to think about!

    I sat with Claire quietly until she was calmer, it has taken all my will power to not turn the situation into a fucking session as I am so horny and forget that I need to allow her to get over these horrible thoughts of her brother. I have my back to the door hugging Claire and I realise that her body has gone rigid; I look up to her face and she is staring at the doorway; I turn around and see her brother standing there. He closes the door and locks it from the inside and puts the key in his coat pocket.

    He passes some crass comment about there being two ripe pussies in the room that both need a good cock and comes towards us both. He orders us to strip, Claire is very reluctant but of course I am desperate for a fuck in any shape or form and strip without hesitation! What a wanton slut I am! Eventually with some persuasion from me Claire stands naked also.

    He tells me to lay on my back on one of the trunks with my legs apart dangling off one end. He then tells Claire to lay in a 69 position on top of me but with her knees either side of my shoulder so I have full view of her pussy. He then tells us both to eat each other out, neither of us hesitates at this instruction and I immediately feel Claire’s tongue on my hot sensitive pussy, so I dive into hers and lap furiously at her clit knowing that if I get her turned on she will be more relaxed and possibly enjoy this diversion in our relationship. We start to bring each other to climax and her brother orders me to stop eating her out and slide his huge cock into her nice wet cunt. I have full view of this and watch intently as he peels open her pussy lips and pushes the head of his thick penis into her. He withdraws slightly and I watch her cunt lips being sucked out gripping his cock. He pushes in again deeper and deeper and withdraws again and I watch as the flesh of her cunt sucks against his cock in and out of her love hole.

    In the meantime she has my clit grasped between her teeth flicking her tongue back and forth and I start to feel my orgasm building. The sensation of her chewing on my clit button and me watching my girlfriend being fucked right in front of my face causes an orgasm that gives me such a rush that I feel like the cum is squirting from me, the release tightens my thighs and cunt muscles into continual spasms.

    My loud moaning, coupled with Claire’s brother watching his sister eat me out causes his thrusting into her slippery cunt to increase in momentum as his orgasm builds and I watch his balls tighten and the vein on the underside of his cock become prominent. He grunts and slams his cock into her has he spurts his spunk into his sister’s cunt once again. As his orgasm subsides and his hard cock softens it plops out of Claire’s cunt and drops onto my face.

    I quickly dart out my tongue and lick the cum off the end of his dick and suck some of his and her juices of the end. He looks down, grins at me licking his cock of its juices and asks if I like the taste, I of course nod greedily. So he tells Claire to sit up and squat over my mouth, I do not need to be told to enjoy the juices that will soon drip from her fucked cunt.

    By now his cock is hardening again and he walks round to the end of the trunk watching my open mouth and Claire’s cunt waiting for his spunk to travel down her fuck hole and dribble out and into my hungry waiting mouth. He pushes open my knees further, splits my pussy lips and pushes his cock into my wet waiting pussy. As he starts to fuck me slowly he watches the first drip of his cum leave Claire’s cunt and fall into my mouth. As the first proper rope of cum, dribbles like string in my mouth, I show him his cum on my tongue and move it around in my mouth enjoying the salty taste, then I swallow it down into my throat. He tells Claire to clench her cunt muscles to push more of his juice out as I suck them from her and savour them in my mouth.

    Claire is by now turned on by my tongue sucking and licking her and starts to grind her clit on my face; I continue to probe her cunt with my tongue to taste the last of him as I start to make her cum. He starts to fuck me faster and puts his thumb on my clit massaging it in circular motions he is rough and does not have the caring touch of Claire but I love it. Claire cums quickly watching her brother fuck her lesbian lover and as his climax builds he pinches and tweaks his sister’s nipples and she moans in pain.

    His orgasm and mine are not far behind and as he grasps my thighs, his balls slap against my arsehole as he plunges his cock in and out of my hungry cunt and as I tremble to another orgasm and coats his cock with my juices, he sprays the back of my cunt with his sperm. Panting with the exertion he orders Claire to come lick his cock clean of our juices, she has finally started to enjoy his cock and amenably licks him clean as I lay prone on the trunk watching her.

    Once he is clean, he orders her to crouch between my legs and clean me up too. She greedily slurps at my familiar pussy sucking his cum out of my cunt. He pulls his trousers back up and leaves without a word leaving Claire to continue lapping at our juices. Once she has finished, we hug and I hold her close telling her it wasn’t so bad was it, she admits she enjoyed it too but still prefers having sex with me, I am not sure if it was because it was her brother or just cock in general that she does not enjoy.

    After that her brother disappears off the scene and Claire becomes happy again but I must confess I am getting bored and our sex life no longer seems to satisfy me completely.

    During the school holidays, a parent who lives in one of the neighbouring villages approaches me to see if I will take on her daughter for some work experience, she is just 16 and is seeking a full time groom position once her exam results are released but would appreciate some work in the summer until she could cement a full time position somewhere.

    I met Sam and interviewed her. She was very quiet, petite, short dark hair almost undeveloped for a teenager and we agreed she would work for me for the summer until she could find long term employment. She proved to be very dedicated, had a passion for horses and keen to learn. I gave her training on my horses and she showed good potential but I was struggling to get her position truly correct in the saddle.

    One day, Claire wasn’t on the yard as she was having a well deserved day off, I was trying to explain to Sam whilst she sat on the horse, and how she should position her ‘fork’ in the saddle. Which in crude terms is how you seat your pussy in the saddle to be able to sit upright and correct. It was a very hot day and I had earlier removed my bra as it had rubbed my shoulders, so I was wearing just a t-shirt and whilst trying with raised arms to position Sam in the saddle, my nipples couldn’t help but rub against Sam’s leg and become very obviously erect.

    In the end I became so frustrated at being unable to get Sam to grasp the concept together with my aching nipples being rubbed against this young girl’s legs I told her to put her horse away and come up to the tack-room and I would show her what I meant on by sitting on a saddle on a saddle stand.

    First of all I set up the saddle on the stand and sat astride it to show Sam what I meant. I put my hand between my crotch and the saddle to show her the position I was trying to explain. Sam still looked at me querulously so I grasped her hand and shoved it between my legs to show her what I meant. The erotic shock my body received as her hand touch my pussy nearly caused me to jump up. I was so worried my reaction would bother her I immediately looked up at her face to gauge her reaction but she hardly seemed to have noticed.

    Hoping she had understood what I was once again explaining I got off the saddle and told her to hop on. Frustratingly she still did not seem to have grasped what I was struggling to explain so I stood closer to her and placed one hand on the lower part of the small of her back near the start of her buttocks and the other upturned between her legs. As I put pressure onto her back I tried to roll her ‘fork’ forward more so her clit was touching my hand, I could feel the warmth of her body as it touched and I really had to prevent myself from wiggling my fingers against her pussy.

    I removed my hands and told her to reposition herself but she still could not grasp it saying she could not feel what I meant. I stood back and looked at her, asking myself if I dare ask her to do it. In the end I bit the bullet and suggested she remove all her clothes and sit back in the saddle and I would place a mirror so she could see the outline of her spine and view the position correctly. To my delight she just shrugged her shoulders and said okay and stripped off completely. For a 16 year old she was so under-developed, she had tiny little buds for nipples and her pussy was tiny but covered in a very fair down fuzz that failed to hide her young little pussy lips.

    I started to feel an itch in my pussy but tried desperately to ignore it as she sat astride the saddle once again, this time her naked little pussy lips were on show not touching the leather seat of the saddle. I sighed to myself at the erotic sight sitting in front of me. I stood close to her and looked in the mirror at the image of a barely developed girl naked in front of me. Once again I placed one hand at the top of her arse cheeks and the other hand upturned between her legs and the saddle and slid my hand underneath her.

    I rolled her lower body onto my fingers so her clit was pressing quite hard onto my fingers. She finally started to grasp what I was saying and I suggested she try to simulate a sitting trot to see if she could hold the position. She started to jiggle around in the saddle and I could feel her clit rubbing against my hand. She continued to practise holding her position and I started to feel her wetness in my hand. I quietly told her she had got it right now and she could stop what she was doing.

    She continued to rub her wet clit against my hand and started to moan softly, I looked again in the mirror, what an erotic sight my hand between an innocent young girls’s legs her face the picture of ecstasy. Without wanting to distract her I removed my hand from her buttocks and lightly caressed her little budding nipples. They instantly responded to my touch and became hard little knots.

    She started to grind against my hand more urgently and I realised she was about to make herself cum. I removed my hand and sat astride the saddle stand behind her and gently pulled her body back onto mine so that she was leaning into me. With one hand cupping a tiny breast and pinching her nipples I placed the other hand at the top of the start of her pussy lips and slid my fingers down her slippery opening all the time looking in the mirror directly in front of us.

    I lightly stroked backwards and forwards over her clit and cunt opening as she lay moaning softly in my arms. I asked her if she wanted me to make her cum and she softly answered yes, so with my index finger I started to massage her clit button in gentle soft circular motions. As her breathing increased so did the speed and pressure of my finger on her little clitty, I could feel her body start to tense as her orgasm built. I strummed her little virgin clitty as fast as I could as her body jangled and built to orgasm, her soft moans built up to loud cries as wave after wave of orgasm coursed through her young body. As the feelings subsided I gently stroked her pussy and softly tweaked her nipple in my hand and nuzzled my lips into her neck kissing and licking her soft sweet smelling skin telling what a clever girl she was.

    Eventually she came out of her orgasm induced trance and quietly asked me if that was an orgasm, so I smiled and told her yes and asked if she enjoyed it and did she want to taste herself. She immediately nodded so I brought my cum soaked fingers up to her mouth, she gently drew my fingers into her mouth and sucked and licked them clean. I asked her if she liked the taste and she replied yes she did, I then asked her if she would like to taste me and see me cum and she nodded her head keenly.

    She got off the saddle stand and I noticed the huge we smear she had left behind on the saddle so I leant forward and licked if off tasting her juices, probably some of my own from rubbing myself against the saddle when riding and the taste of the leather. I looked up and saw her watching me licking her juices up as she ran her tongue around her lips. I stood up off the stand and pulled my t-shirt over my head and removed my boots, breeches and peeled my very wet panties off my hungry cunt.

    I stood naked in front of her, my nipples were hard in anticipation and my clit was so erect it felt like a molten rock, I begged her with my eyes to come and touch me and explore my very willing body. She walked towards me and reached out to stroke my tits, she very gently held one in her small hand and felt the weight of it before she grazed her thumb over my aching nipple. I groaned as I felt her touch me and the feeling rippling down into my pussy region like a tingling electric shock. I whispered to her to kiss me, she had such an angelic, young face, she put her lips to mine I opened my mouth and gently pushed my tongue into hers, licking the inside of her mouth dancing round her tongue. She sucked my tongue so erotically I nearly gushed there and then!

    Her mouth left mine and ventured down to my aching tits, she licked round one of my aureoles and drew my nipple into her mouth and sucked on it rubbing her teeth on the nipple she then proceeded to do the same to the other one. Her hands traced my ribs and my navel drifting tantalisingly slowly towards my pussy lips. As she reached the cleft of my pussy she applied a light exploring pressure and pushed her fingers further between my lips until two of her fingers forked between my clit, she rolled my clit between her fingers. To allow her better access I placed one of my feet up onto the trunk, opening myself to her investigating fingers.

    Her fingers slipped up and down the folds of my pussy feeling my clit and just touching the opening of my love hole, moaning with pleasure I urged her to insert her fingers into my cunt. She slipped two of her fingers in easily straight up to the knuckle and wiggled her fingers against my cunt walls. She slowly started to plunge her fingers in and out of my cunt; it was so wet I could here her digits making slurping noises against my juices. Why the feelings felt any different from Claire’s ministrations I could not answer, perhaps it was because Sam seemed so young and keen to explore my more than wanting body.

    My straight leg started to tremble and was starting to buckle so I moved from her fingers and sat down on the edge of the trunk and opened my legs as wide as possible. She seemed glued to my pussy as I sat and slowly dropped to her knees between my legs, I watched her young face as she moved closer to my pussy until I could feel her hot breath against moist lips. With her tiny hands she carefully opened my lips further until she could see everything and she leaned in and licked up from my cunt to my clit and savoured my juices. Again I moaned as I sat and watched this young girl enjoying my pussy.

    For the first few minutes she just seemed interested in licking my fanny clean of juices, then she started to chew on my clit button and my orgasm started to build and my moans became louder. Breathlessly I told her to jam her fingers in my cunt; she needed no more encouragement and pumped her fingers in an out of my hole. My orgasm blew big time! My cunt walls chewed on her fingers coating them with my cum juice, I had to tell her to stop fucking me with her fingers the feeling was so intense, She lay with her cheek to my inside thigh and gently licked my pussy again gorging on my juices.

    Once I recovered, I pulled her head up to mine, kissed her hungrily and suggested she stay over at my flat as long as she had her parents’ permission. She went and grabbed her mobile from her abandoned clothes and gained her parents’ approval before I had time to dress. We finished off the horses and walked across the yard to my flat. I cooked her spaghetti bolognese whilst she chattered away, as I watched her I had to keep reminding myself that she was 16 not about 12 as she looked.

    After supper, I asked her if she wanted to watch some tv, she declined and suggested we took a shower, I was quite surprised at her forwardness but who was I to argue. I have a large ensuite shower come wet-room so I showed her to my bedroom where we removed our clothes. I grabbed her hand and lead her into the bathroom, she said she needed to pee and squatted on to the toilet and pissed right there in front of me, I watched her urinate continuing to be turned on by her.

    I turned the shower on, we both stood under the water jets feeling them massage our bodies. With a sponge soaked in shower gel, I lathered her body taking time over her small breasts massaging the suds into her tiny pert nipples, I then moved my hands down to her bottom letting my slippery hands slide between her arse cheeks feeling her arse hole. I continued rubbing the bubbles into her moving round to her pussy and pushing my fingers between her tiny pussy lips.

    She took the sponge from me and lathered my whole body, her tiny hands soaping my tits and lower area. Once we were both lathered, she reached for the shower faucet and putting the shower head in her hand washed the lather off of both our bodies. She then turned the setting on the faucet on jet and pointed the hard stream of water onto my nipples. The sharp pulse of the water against my nipple was electric and once again I realised I was becoming wet with juices. I took the shower head from her hand, returned it to its holder and turned off the water.

    I passed her a towel to dry herself, she looked at me so disappointedly thinking she had done something wrong so I softly told her I wanted to make her cum and it didn’t involve the shower faucet. As I opened the door into my bedroom, I gasped as I could see Claire sitting on the bed naked, Sam and I stepped into the room obviously also naked also and Claire’s eyes opened wide in shock. She then blurted out that she had missed me today and had called over hoping to see me, then started to get upset as she realised I had obviously been up to something with Sam.

    I came to her and hugged her closely, kissing her face to reassure her, I then explained what I had been trying to teach Sam the right position in the saddle and things had developed from there. Claire reluctantly offered to leave, so seizing my opportunity I asked if she wanted to stay and join us, although Claire seem to struggle to make a decision I guess although she did not want to share me, she didn’t want to miss out either. She agreed to stay and I kissed her passionately hoping to reassure her and massaged her nipples with my fingers.

    She soon started to moan softly as I rolled her nipples between my fingers pinching them quite hard. Sam stood back slightly watching us, I told Claire to lie down on the bed and went to the bedside cabinet where my stash of ‘toys’ lived and pulled out a medium sized vibrator. I sat down beside Claire and told her to open her legs and show me her sex and I stroked her pussy with the cold vibrator. I turned the vibration on and held the point to her clitty so she could feel the full impact.

    Sam obviously could not see where she stood so I told her to come and sit the other side of Claire. Once she had sat down, I slowly slid the vibrator into Claire’s cunt twisting, pushing it in and out of her. Sam leant over to watch, so I asked for her hand which I took and placed it on Claire’s clit and told her to massage it. Claire’s moans and breathing increased as between us we started to build her to climax, her thighs started to tense and she tilted her hips further off the bed as her orgasm took over her body and caused her cunt to spasm against the buzzing toy.

    Sam removed her fingers and opened her legs and started to massage her own cunt, she then looked at both of us and asked if we would fuck her with a vibrator. Claire asked if Sam was still a virgin, to which she nodded so Claire then explained that her hymen was still in tact and that perhaps she shouldn’t. Sam pleaded with us both that she wanted to be fucked and wanted us to be the ones to do it. I told her to lay on the bed whilst I found another ‘toy’ as the one I had used on Claire would be too big for her.

    I rummaged in the drawer and found a long thin vibrator which would not stretch her little cunt too much. Claire was already on the bed next to her and was sucking on her little nipples so I lay down on the other side and stroked her downy pussy lips. She opened her legs further and I slipped my fingers down into her wet folds coating them in her juices I felt for her little cunt hole and pushed my finger into her little opening. She was really tight and I pushed in a little further stretching her a little more at a time until my finger was in knuckle deep. I gently rotated my finger from side to side to open her up some more.

    I removed my finger and without turning it on, slowing slipped the vibrator into the little opening. Because she was very lubed up the plastic penis slid in quite easily until it reached her hymen, so I turned the vibration on and slid the vibrator in and out the little way I could. She was obviously enjoying the sensations as she started to moan loudly, Claire stopped chewing on her little titties and moved down to her pussy and started to lick her clit. She moaned even louder and between breaths begged me to insert the rod deeper, I continued to hesitate as I felt I was deflowering a virgin, Claire obviously lost patience with my dithering and grabbing my hand holding the vibrator jammed it up into Sam’s cunt as far as she could.

    Sam squeaked a bit but the more I moved the vibrator in and out of her cunt the easier it felt and the soreness subsided. I twisted and pumped it in an out of her and Claire chewed and licked at her clit and before long Sam was screaming as her orgasm wracked her body in appreciation of our attentions. Whilst she lay there in a trance from her mind blowing orgasm, Claire realising I was lacking in attention, found our favourite strap on in the drawer and put it on. I kneeled next to Sam with my arse hanging over the edge of the bed and Claire rammed the cock into my very wet snatch.

    The strap on was quite large but it also had some bristly ribbed bits where the balls would normally be and as Claire slammed the cock into me the bristles rubbed against my clit. Claire grasped my hips and pulled herself into me, gyrating her hips to rub me at the same time, fortunately she did not need to exert herself too much as I came very quickly. Exhausted we collapsed on a heap on the bed, hugging one another with arms draped and cupping breasts or a hand lying over a pussy and fell asleep.

    When I woke in the morning, Claire had already gone but Sam lay soundly asleep so I got up, put on a short silky wrap and went to put the coffee on. As I stood in the kitchen reliving the past few hours the door chime rang, so I pressed the buzzer without thinking as I assumed it was Claire having forgotten her keys and waited at the top of the stairs. I was surprised to see it was Claire’s brother Steve, as he walked up the stairs toward me I realised he had full view of my naked pussy. As he came to the top of the steps he roughly pushed his hand between my legs and grunted that he wanted a fuck. I moved away from his hand and walked back in to the flat for him to follow.

    Aware that I had a very naked young semi innocent girl lying on my bed, I wanted to keep him occupied in the kitchen in the hope I could send him on his way with a quick blowjob but it didn’t take him long to realise I was trying to hide something. He walked through the flat looking in all the rooms until he came across Sam in the bedroom. I stopped him going in and dragged him back into the kitchen begging him to leave her alone, he growled at me that he wanted her and I had to help him at least that way he would be nice about it. If I didn’t help he said he would mutilate her young body so I bargained with him and suggested if I help him would he be gentle to her, reluctantly he agreed.

    He rips open my wrap and gropes my tits roughly, pinching and squeezing my nipples until they hurt. He ordered me to suck his dick whilst he undressed and pushed me to my knees, unbuckling his flies he pulled out his erect thick cock and grabbing my head he rams it into my mouth. I adore this man’s cock, it is thick and meaty and I love to push it deep in my throat whilst my tongue lovingly licks around his shaft.

    I place my hand at the bottom of his penis and pinch the base together trapping the blood, this makes his cock even harder and as I bob my head hungrily up and down I feel his cock tighten as he becomes closer to orgasm. I suck hungrily on his cock craving his salty spunk and as he blasts his juices into my mouth I suck his cock dry.

    I lead him into my bedroom and he goes to sit on the bedside chair facing the bed. Sam is fast asleep naked on top of the bed covers; I gently crawl on to the bed and lay down beside her. I lean over her and lightly lick and nibble at one of her nipples, I softly stroke the little cleft of her pussy lips. She wakes and stretches like a cat and immediately opens her legs to allow my fingers better access.

    She suddenly sees Steve sitting there stroking his soft cock and asks me who he is, I explain he is a friend and wants to play with us this morning. She seems very unsure saying her Daddy told her not to play with boys, I reassured her saying that I would be here all the time and would not leave her with him alone. In the meantime I had continued to stroke her pussy folds which had already becoming wet which seemed to distract her and relax her so she agreed.

    I realised that I did not have long to work on Sam’s cunt to stretch her opening big enough to accommodate Steve’s thick cock, he’s an impatient person and I knew if he lost the plot he would ram his cock into her without a care of the damage he would do to her. I grabbed the long thin vibrator, eased it into her wet hole and started to rotate it, stretching her cunt walls.
    I then got Claire’s thicker vibrator and inserted the head into her opening, she moaned that it was tight; I thought to myself you think this is tight wait until Steve rams his pole into you! I leant over and licked her little clitty in an attempt to relax her and lube her up more, I let my spit dribble from my mouth down onto her lips and the vibrator hoping it would slip in easier. With some more firm pushing the larger vibrator slowly slid into her cunt as her walls stretched open further.

    Eventually I managed to push the thicker plastic cock in and out of her tiny stretched cunt and she started to moan appreciatively at the sensation. By now Steve was massaging a huge erection and getting impatient so I mouthed at him begging him to please be gentle with her. He came to the bed and told Sam to crouch over me with her cunt over my face and her knees either side of my armpits. I continued to pump her cunt with the vibrator trying to buy time to make her bigger to accommodate him. He pushed her head into my cunt to gain better access to her and told her to eat me out; I then removed the vibrator and watched as he placed his huge cock head against her tiny cunt.

    Now I was seriously worried, her tiny body against him alarmed me, he was never going to get his cock into her without hurting. I pulled her pussy lips open as far as I could to stretch her as much as possible and started to rub her clitty with my thumb. He pushed his cock just inside her cunt and she moaned into my pussy that it was tight, he pushed a little way further and she complained it was hurting. I licked and spat as much saliva as I could around his cock and her opening hoping it would help.

    He pushed further and further in, I watched as her cunt slowly started to accommodate his thick member. Eventually his cock was buried deep in her cunt which was stretched so wide, it just didn’t seem possible. He tried to pull out a little to push back in but she was so tight so he grabbed her hips and pushed his pelvis up, impaling his cock even deeper into her she grunted as her rammed her.

    She continued to moan into my pussy as she licked and sucked my clit between her lips and teeth. Steve started to pump his cock back and forth into Sam; the force rammed her face against my pussy as he started to bury his cock faster and faster. I rubbed her clit as fast as I could hoping she would be able to feel it enough to come too. I saw his cock tighten and watched as he rammed his cock into her, spurting ropes and ropes of cum up into her. Her stomach muscles tightened and she wailed loudly as she came too, I think she was being fucked so hard she could barely breathe let alone make me come.

    Steve’s dick eventually softened and he withdrew from her, leaving a huge hole going deep into her womb, I stuck my tongue into her as far as I could and tasted their combined juices, Steve told Sam to sit up on my face as he knew I loved to eat cum juice and stood stroking his cock watching his cum leave Sam’s cunt and drip into my mouth. I savoured her young virgin juices mingled with his thick salty cum; I loved it so much I sucked at her opening like a greedy little whore.

    By now Steve’s cock was hard again, I desperately wanted him to fuck me but I also knew Sam would not be able to take him a second time. I pleaded with him to fuck me and hard as I needed his cock so much. He pulled my arse to the edge of the bed and flattened my knees to my chest completely stretching me open. He held his cock head to my opening and rammed it straight into me; he grasped my knees and pumped his cock viciously into me. I could hear his skin slapping against mine with the force of his cock fucking me, my cunt grasped his thick cock and I clenched my pelvic muscles stroking his member. I lay there enjoying the feeling of his huge cock ramming into my hungry cunt.

    I started to feel my orgasm build, his cock pushing against my g-spot, I tilted my hips further towards him trying to take more of his cock into me. We both came gasping as our orgasms ravaged through out bodies, his cum spurting deep into my cunt as my own cum coated his thick cock with my own sweet juices. As he rammed his last spurt into me he fell onto me burying his mouth into my neck gasping for breath, I held him close to me enjoying his tight muscley body raking my fingers down his back as my spasms subsided.

    Sam lay on the bed next to us, quietly watching us slowly recover from our orgasms. Steve pushed himself off of me and stood up looking down at us both, Sam quietly got off the bed; she knelt between my legs and started to gently lick our juices off of my gaping pussy. My pussy ached so much from Steve’s vicious pounding I could barely cope with her tongue on me but the thought of her eating and enjoying our juices like I did to her coupled with my lack of strength to tell her to stop let her continue.

    She placed her lips at the opening of my cunt and sucked the juices which were now trickling out of me into her mouth. Steve stood watching for a while but eventually I heard him go off to the kitchen to retrieve his clothes and then I heard the flat door close. I wasn’t worried, he would be back, he and I could not leave each alone.

    In the meantime I had two very willing playthings to entertain me!


  • The Voyeur Girl and the Vibrator

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    Two girls find a sexual interest in each other.

    It was 11:00 p.m., time for my nightly routine. I sat naked on the carpet next to the window in my bedroom. I fixed my head so that my eyes were barely above the window sill. The lights in my room were off, so it was easy to see outside into the darkness. I focused my sight on my neighbor’s window.

    From my bedroom in my two-story house, I could see into the window of Lucy’s first-floor bedroom. Translucent white curtains poorly guarded her window. The curtains were so thin that they were practically transparent whenever Lucy had on the lights in her bedroom. I doubt she was aware of how impractical and useless the curtains were. Through her window, visible from my room, was her computer chair. Whenever she sat in this chair, as long as it was dark outside, I could see her entire body from the left side, except her shins and feet.

    Lucy had a strict routine. Most nights at 11:00 p.m., she sat in her chair and watched porn. This night was no different. Her room was dark until she turned on her desk lamp. Lucy was of Latin descent. Therefore, her skin was a light brown color, smooth and creamy. She wore a pink tank top that fit her tightly, revealing the shape of her breasts and her flat stomach. Also, she wore a pair of blue pajama bottoms. She held her black hair in a ponytail. Although we still lived with our parents, Lucy and I attended college together, and I had been spying on her for several years.

    For the first fifteen minutes of her sitting, she played on her phone. Finally, she put on a large pair of noise-cancelling headphones and leaned forward to use the computer. I was unable to see clearly what the computer screen showed. Already, my body foreshadowed what I was about to witness when a tingly feeling in my pussy formed. After a few more minutes of her searching the internet, she leaned back. Now, I could see that she was certainly watching porn. The image wasn’t incredibly clear to me, but I had no doubt that the movements on the screen were two people fucking.

    She stared at the screen for a moment, then moved her right hand over her crotch and began to squeeze it through the fabric of her pajamas. She didn’t seem to get nearly enough pleasure from the constricted rubbing. She slid her pajama bottoms down to her ankles. She wasn’t wearing underwear. She had a black bush above her pussy. She took her right hand and brushed it against her pussy, then lifted her hand to her nose to smell her horniness. Next, she took her hand and started moving her pussy in slow, circular motions.

    As she massaged her pussy, she swapped between looking at the computer screen and looking at her crotch. I supposed she always left her light on so she could admire herself. I played with my nipples while I watched Lucy rub herself. I felt myself growing wetter, but I didn’t want to finger myself until Lucy orgasmed.

    She proceeded to rub herself faster and faster. Every once in a while she stopped to skip some of the porn. Perhaps she felt that she couldn’t last the duration of the video. Eventually, she was rubbing herself so hard and fast that her breasts were bouncing in a synchronized motion with her fapping.

    At last, her body signaled a climax. She slowly leaned backward so that her knees were close to the bottom of the desk. She breathed speedily, and her covered breasts rose and sank with each breath. She threw her head over the back of the chair and faced the ceiling. She hung her mouth open, and she closed her eyes. Her body jerked with every ripple of pleasure that shot through her body. Her knees powerfully buckled; they bounced between hitting the edges of the desk and hitting one another.

    Finally, she stopped her hand, but her head remained thrown over the back of the chair. She discarded her headphones and sat in quietness. She relaxed for a moment, enjoying that wonderful after-orgasm feeling. Her cumming appeared to be the last of her to-do items for the day; she appeared relieved and ready for bed. Gradually, her breathing returned to normal. Again, she smelled the fingers that she had fingered herself with. Then she wiped them onto the stomach of her tank top. She leaned forward and exited her computer screen from the filth she had been watching, then pulled up her pants. She returned the headphones to her ears and probably fooled around on YouTube for a little while.

    Even though I watched Lucy play with herself almost every night for years, the sight of her cumming never seemed to lessen in thrill. As usual, after watching her cum, I was dripping wet. I gathered myself and walked to my closet. I opened a small box in the back of the closet; inside was my pink vibrator, and it was my secret. I never told anyone about my purchasing it. It was a basic, nine-inch, pink vibrator. It didn’t have any special features. Its exterior was silicone, and it had four levels of vibration intensities. I always used the second lowest intensity.

    I climbed onto my bed. I spread my legs. I took four fingers and spread my natural lubrication around the whole of my pussy. The ceiling fan made my wet skin feel cool. My pussy begged to be touched. I cleared my mind of rational thoughts. I focused on my lust for Lucy. Lucy had a magnificent body. She carried an athletic figure. Her face was without flaw, and her hair was smooth and silky. Her breasts always protruded through the fabric of her clothing, giving rise to two, perfectly rounded mounds. Although I had never seen Lucy naked up-close, I imagined what she looked like if she were standing next to me totally nude. Peeking through her curtains only yielded a generalized view of her body. My imagination had to fill in the blanks.

    I sank the vibrator into my pussy. My wetness allowed the toy to slide with ease. Immediately, the unique sensation of sexual pleasure began to strengthen. I slid the dildo in and out of my dripping pussy, and with every motion of my hand, a ruffle of pleasure invaded my body. I took hold of my right breast with my empty hand.

    I pictured Lucy resting her pussy under the water faucet in her bathtub. As I brought myself closer to an orgasm, I visualized Lucy experiencing the same pleasure. As the wall of pleasure grew in my nether regions, I quickened the movement of my hand. Now, every time I slid the dildo in my pussy, I heard a faint squishing sound.

    Finally, I came. I covered my mouth so that my parents wouldn’t hear my moaning. The orgasm shook my legs and caused my body to convulse.

    ———-

    The next day, a Saturday, Lucy and I decided to go shopping for clothes at Forever 21. Before we went shopping, however, we ate at a restaurant next-door. Lucy wore a simple, black t-shirt, and I wore a tank-top. We both had on similar skirts that reached to our mid-thighs. We both ordered a turkey lunch meal, with a pint of hard apple cider, 8%. We relished the privilege of purchasing alcohol since we were new drinkers. Being thin girls, it didn’t take much alcohol to get us tipsy. When we finished, I was in what I call the “magic stage” of drinking. We weren’t quite drunk and were still conscious enough to walk around and think, but we felt carefree, light, and unworried. Too much alcohol, in my opinion, ruins such bliss, and too little is useless.

    Drinking usually made us giggly girls; this time was no different. We found humor in everything, regardless of how dull it was. After eating, we went into Forever 21, and rummaged through sexy outfits and clothes we liked. While walking toward the dressing room, I tripped over my shoe and nearly fell. Lucy laughed at me. Then I laughed at myself. The store employee who saw our shenanigans didn’t seem impressed by our behavior. We went into a dressing room together. This particular room was larger than most.

    Without wasting any time, Lucy removed her shirt, then her skirt. I had seen her in her underwear before, but, truly, Lucy fascinated me in every aspect. In addition to her charming and delightful personality, her beauty capsized my mind. Even parts of her body that shouldn’t have been attractive excited me; sometimes, oddly, just looking at her arm turned me on.

    Her face was flawless and clear. Her brown, chocolate eyes were intensified by the black makeup that surrounded them. Her teeth were as white as snow, and her lips were glossed with ruby-red lipstick. Her finger and toe nails were decorated with a paint that matched her lips. Her green bra supported her C-cup breasts, and her cleavage was tight enough that she could have held objects between them. Her tan skin was smooth and creamy. Her stomach was in good trim, and in her pierced navel, she had a small string of fake diamond. Her ass, perfectly rounded, swallowed the back of her panties. Her hairless legs were as smooth as the shell of an egg.

    I, too, removed my shirt and skirt. We tried on the outfits we had chosen and set aside the material we wished to purchase. The entire time we talked and giggled. After five minutes, I stated that I needed to pee.

    Lucy asked, “Do you want to hear a funny story?”

    “What?” I said softly.

    Lucy could hardly articulate the phrase without laughing. “One time, when I was little, I peed in a dressing room.” Her laughter halted her sentence. I chuckled too. She continued, “My mom was so mad at me.” She laughed even harder while still trying to use an inside voice.

    I mocked her, “that’s so dumb!”

    Then Lucy proposed something outrageous: “Let’s do it,” she said.

    “What?” I questioned.

    “Let’s pee in here,” she responded.

    My eyes widened, and I threw my hands up. “Are you crazy,” I asked. Though, I still couldn’t wipe the smile from my face. Lucy nodded and bit her lip.

    “We’re gonna get caught,” I reasoned.

    “Na,” she insisted.

    “Sit down,” she instructed.

    I hesitated. “Come on,” she begged.

    “Whatever,” I agreed.

    Lucy sat on the carpeted floor still in her bra and panties. She spread her legs. Her panties, like her bra, were light green. I followed her lead. I sat down facing her and spread my legs and looked back at Lucy. She didn’t say anything. She only smiled.

    Suddenly, her panties became dark. The darkness started small but grew rapidly. Lucy laughed uncontrollably. She peed so hard that the stream penetrated through the fabric of the panties and shot forward in my direction. Swiftly, her panties were wholly wet, and a huge blotch of pee began to diffuse through the carpet. She laughed the entire time she peed. Eventually, her yellow stream decreased and stopped.

    Again, I followed her lead. I started peeing. Immediately, my pussy felt the warmth of the piss. I, too, had a stream of yellow shoot through the fabric of my panties and into the carpet. I laughed so hard that the stream of pee changed velocity in synchronization with my laughing. Since I drank a lot, I peed a lot. By the time I finished, we both had wet spots beneath us the size of a large beach ball.

    “What the fuck did we just do,” I whispered in a nervous tone.

    Lucy laughed. “Hurry,” she said, “let’s get dressed.”

    We stood up at the same time. Some more drops of urine fell from our saturated panties. We draped our skirts over our wet underwear, put on our shirts, gathered our items, and left the room. Thankfully, nobody was waiting for our piss-covered room. As we walked through the store, the pee that was once warm gradually became now frigid; the wetness made my pussy cold.

    My parents were not home when we arrived at my house. Immediately we went into the bathroom upstairs. By this point, my panties were still wet, but drier than earlier. My pussy and thighs felt gross and sticky.

    “I need to take a shower,” I said.

    “Okay,” Lucy replied giggling.

    Lucy walked into the bathroom. She motioned me to follow her. I shrugged my shoulders and entered behind her. Lucy pulled off her panties; still wet, they curled up as she rolled them down her legs. Then she slipped out of her skirt. For the first time, I saw her pussy up-close, and it was perfect. She had black pubic hair that was trimmed, and she had shaven the edges so that no hairs would peek from behind her underwear or bikini.

    “What,” she said, noticing that I was staring. “Do I look good?”

    I didn’t respond. Next, she pulled off her shirt. Again, I gazed at her tits. As she reached to her back to unfasten the fabric, her breasts pointed forward. The bra dropped to the floor, and her exemplary breasts stared me in the face. Her nipples were small and dark brown.Lucy climbed into the waterless bathtub and started peeing again.

    “Lucy,” I shouted trying not to smile. She laughed.

    Lucy turned on the water and washed her piss down the drain. I undressed. She nodded her head and said, “hmm,” after analyzing me like she was awarding me a one-to-ten score in her head.

    She washed her pussy, her thighs, and her legs with the detachable shower head. She didn’t wet her upper body. I had to wait until she finished because there was not enough room for two. I sat on the toilet and watched her. She, however, only needed fewer than two minutes to finish.

    Lucy dried herself with a towel, then left the bathroom. I jumped into the bathtub and cleaned myself likewise. I dried myself with the same towel that Lucy used. When I entered my bedroom, Lucy was holding my special box; it was the box in which I hid my vibrator. The look on her face suggested to me that she had already looked inside the box to see its contents.

    “What?” I said shrugging my shoulders.

    “You have toys?” She asked.

    “I have one toy,” I said in a snarky tone, as if having a dildo was no big deal. “Give me that,” I said. I snatched the box away from her. She smiled and said, “okay, Ms. Hypersensitive.”

    “Well, it’s personal,” I replied.

    “Everybody play with themselves,” she insisted. “There’s nothing embarrassing about it, or, at least, there shouldn’t be,” she continued. “My parents might argue with that statement, though. You know about their religious views.” Lucy’s parents were piously strict about sexual matters, and if they knew she fingered herself while watching porn at night, they’d be displeased.

    She carried on, “I was just curious because I’ve never held one before in person.”

    My eyes widened slightly. I had taken for granted having my toy. Some people never have the privilege to buy one.

    “You don’t have one?” I asked. Lucy shook her head. She responded, “my parents don’t like that sort of stuff. I want one, but I’m terrified they would find it.”

    “Oh,” I reacted.

    I paused for a moment carefully choosing the words I was about to say.

    I quickly changed my mind. I said, “well, if you want to try mine, that’s okay.”

    Her face lit up, but she tried to hide her excitement. “You wouldn’t mind?” She asked. I shook my head. I handed her the box. She removed the lid and grabbed the pink dildo in her hand and held it to her nose.

    “It smells like old cum,” she snickered.

    “Why would you smell it?” I retorted.

    She handed me the empty box. She jumped onto the bed and rested her back against my pillows. Without wasting another moment, she turned on the monster. She used the strongest vibration setting. Its vibrations were so strong that she nearly dropped it. She looked at me and giggled. She seemed overjoyed.

    She drew the vibrator toward her pussy. I became increasingly nervous. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do; I awkwardly stared at her. Of course, I had spied her masturbation sessions before, but never with her knowing it. “Do you want me to leave,” I asked in a fragile voice. “Not unless this is uncomfortable for you,” she answered. I remained standing in the room.

    She spread her pussy lips apart and penetrated herself. She shuttered at its awesome power and held the toy with both hands as she crammed as much of it inside of her hole as she could. She kept it still, basking in the thrill of its pulsations. She glanced at me again and grinned, then closed her eyes and leaned back her head.

    She breathed through her nose and made hollow, breathless moans. She began to move the vibrator in and out of her pussy, mimicking the motion of a cock. Her countenance was determined; she focused and concentrated on the marvelous sensation that my toy delivered. Her pussy made sloppy sounds while she thrusted the toy in and out of herself. The hollow moans had now evolved into vocal groans. Her eyes clenched tighter and her mouth dropped. She shifted her left arm so that it was behind her head, exhibiting her shaven armpit. A line of thick, white cum ran from the opening of her pussy toward the bedsheets.

    Each of her moans crescendoed and gathered speed. She deeply breathed. Her right hand was now fucking her pussy as fast and hard as possible. Her left hand clenched into a fist. Finally, she climaxed. Her legs levitated her hips off of the bed, and her breasts rose into the air. Then her legs gave out and dropped her body back on the bed. Her uncontrollable legs rapidly shook up and down in a seizure-like manner. She came so hard that she was unable to moan; she made sounds that were similar to, but not exactly like, gagging sounds that were stuck in her throat. Her face was contorted with pleasure: her eyebrows lifted, but her eyes stayed closed. Her mouth alternately opened and closed. Her pussy contracted, and the thick, white liquid continued to ooze.

    After her sexual bliss had concluded, she sighed in relief, or pleasure, or exhaustion; I couldn’t quite tell. She threw the dildo forward onto the bed. She was stunned, breathless, and baffled. Her facial expression appeared confused like she had just awoken from a hypnotic trance. She took her hands and rubbed her face like one does when they first wake up in the morning. She looked at me, but her face communicated no expression.

    I sat on the bed next to her. Seeing Lucy climax in front of me made myself so wet that I could hardly stand it. I grabbed the dildo. It was slimy, gooey, and gross to the touch. The spot on the bed on which it had lain was damp. I tried to clean the toy off with a tissue, but one was not enough. She had dirtied the toy so much that it took three tissues to dry it. Even then, it still smelled like sex.

    Lucy recaptured control over her breathing and her body. We stared at each other. Without uttering a word, her lips drew toward me, and she pressed them against mine. We kissed: our lips twisted around one another’s, and our tongues danced, and we exchanged saliva. With our lips still together, she placed her arm on my shoulder, and I did the same to her. Then, she guided me to lie on the bed. I lay on my back as she mounted me. Our lips never separated. Now, her sloppy pussy was on top of my hips, our feet mingled, and our breasts touched.

    Lucy pulled away from my mouth. She held her head six inches from my face. I looked into her irresistible eyes. Her lipstick was smeared on her face. She sat upright while I remained on my back. I wiped my mouth; Lucy’s lipstick marked the back of my hand. She moved and sat at the base of my hips on the bed. She took hold of my knees and spread them as far as feasible.

    She loaded my pussy with the middle and ring fingers of her left hand. Her pinky and index finger pointed downward, and her thumb to the side. She steadily moved the fingers in a come-hither motion, stroking perfectly my G-spot. I gulped. The noises coming from my pussy sounded like someone wiggling their finger inside of a jar of jelly. While her left hand focused on my pussy, her right hand rested flat on my pubic bone. Her hands were cool to my sensitive skin.

    I melted into my bed, entranced in a world of gratification. I cared no longer for anything or anyone. I closed my eyes and concentrated only on the joy of being fingered. Every time I exhaled I moaned. The delight of sexual pleasure was so strong that I was no longer able to hold my hips still. I squirmed beneath her fingering. I grabbed my breasts with my unencumbered hands. I cupped them, squeezed them, and pinched them.

    As Lucy’s fingering delivered me closer to climax, she stopped. Suddenly, the pleasure rushed away from me. I opened my eyes and looked at her. She snatched the dildo from the nightstand and activated its highest vibration setting. Again, I closed my eyes. She guided the dildo inside of me. Immediately, the pleasure returned to my body.

    I felt the hairs on my arm stand up. Goosebumps clothed my skin. The vibrations from the dildo resounded throughout my body. At last, I felt the birth of an orgasm. I wasn’t cumming yet, but I knew that my climax was imminent. My short moans, which were divided equally among my breaths, now clumped themselves together. I only stopped making noise when I inhaled. I took my hands from my breasts and tightly clamped them on the bedsheets, fearing that I’d squeeze my breasts too hard. I became lightheaded, and my hips continued to squirm. My chest was pounding like horses’ hooves upon hard ground.

    Like a bomb, the growing orgasm finally exploded; the pleasure bounced through my veins, reverberating in every limb and nook of my body. The orgasm took my body captive: uncontrollably, I yelped a shrill squeal. My legs shook just like Lucy’s had earlier. My hands nearly ripped the sheets from the bed. I felt myself squirt for the first time in my life, and it sounded like I was firing a water gun. Mid-orgasm, I looked down to see the water ejecting from my pussy.

    Lucy retracted the vibrator from my pussy. She examined it; again, it was doused with female ejaculation. Unlike Lucy, though, I had properly squirted. Some had landed on her stomach and her thighs, and some stained the sheets of the bed before.

    After I had squirted, I felt empty. Lucy climbed on top of me and kissed me again. Then, she lay beside me, and we fell asleep.


  • My Roomate II

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    The night continues

    I paused for what seemed like hours, but in the end, rather than have Lanie sink her tongue into my pussy, it was me that wanted sink my tongue into her pussy. Yes, just the thought of it made my nipples harden and my pussy explode with wetness. So, I slipped under the covers, and made my way to the foot of the bed. I gently pulled one of her legs towards me, then, as I pushed the other leg outward, I slipped in between her legs. On my hands and knees under the covers, I placed my hands on the inside of her thighs, spreading her legs apart just enough to get my shoulders between her knees, and my face right over her pussy. I reached up to feel the front of her panties, and while she still had her hand in her panties, she has stopped fingering herself. I wondered for a moment if she had woken up, but I listened intently and heard the steady slow breathing of someone that was asleep, or drunk and passed out.
    I hooked my fingers under the elastic of her panties and pulled the crotch to one side, revealing her hand with her fingers still wedged between the lips of her pussy. Rather than disturb her fingers, I gently coaxed her fingers up and down and in and out of her pussy. In a short while, she began to finger herself once again. With her in the rhythm once again, I lowered my head to rest on the inside of her upper thigh, with my mouth inches from her pussy. I slowly nuzzled closer and closer to her wet pussy, then when my lips met her pussy lips, my tongue snaked out and took a long slow lick on her pussy. Slowly but surely, my licks became bolder and bolder, to the point where I nudged her fingers away from her pussy, so I could dig my tongue deep into her cunt. I was in heaven, and in my position, I easily slip my hand into my panties to give my sopping wet pussy some much needed attention. I could hear her breathing getting more erratic, her thighs closed around my head, and I felt her hand on the back of my head pushing my face into her pussy. Then as she came, her pussy released about a shot glass full of girl cum in my mouth. I was surprised, but it went in my mouth, and the surprise pushed me over the edge, and as I swallowed her cum I came on my hand, I forced myself not to lurch as I came for fear of waking her up. After she came, her legs relaxed, and her hand dropped to her side. I put her panties back the way I found them, slinked around under the covers to get back to my pillow, and had a great night sleep. The next morning, I acted as nothing happened, and apparently she had no idea what happened under the covers at all.

    That day, I made up a story about the apartment manager having someone come fix the heater, and while she was taking her morning shower, I reconnected the wire, but left the heater turned off. When we left for brunch, I turned it on so it would be warm when we got back. The day passed, and we went out yet again, (no we’re not alcoholics), later that evening we ran in to some of my friends from Jersey, who were out late for Jerseyites, being that they had to take public transportation to get back to Jersey and then drive from the station home. Sally asked if she could crash at my apartment if it got too late, and since I’ve known her for years, and (my evil brain working overtime) knowing she was bi-sexual, I thought it might make for an interesting evening. I told her no problem, just knock, but not to make it too late. After Lanie and I got in, we small talked a bit, I helped her fold out the sofa bed, told her that “if” Sally stopped by, and added that she always asked, but usually never came by, just share the sofa bed with her for the night. She agreed, I went to my room, stripped down to my panties and pulled on a t-shirt and hit the sack, of course leaving my door open enough to see the entire living room.

    It didn’t take too long for the covers to start rustling in the other room, and then I heard a vibrator start up. That surprised me, because I put dead batteries in her vibrator again. Shit, she must have bought a new one… She was working on herself with it for a little while, and I could see her pull her legs up under the covers, and could easily see that she had both hand between her legs going to town. Then I heard Sally knock on the door! The vibrator switched off, and it was dead silent for what seemed forever. Sally knocked on the door again, asking if anybody was home. I heard some rustling around, then Lanie’s feet hit the floor, she walked across to floor, turn the light on, unlatched the door and let Sally in. Sally apologized for being so late, and asked where she could crash. Lanie offered the sofa saying it would be a little tight, but it’s just a night. It took Sally no more than 5 minutes to get a glass of water, and strip down to her undies. She looked around for a second, then just unhooked her bra, saying “fuck it” I’m not sleeping in a bra, and she crawled under the covers. Lanie turned off the light and crawled in next to her. I could hear them talking a little then it got quiet. I figured that Lanie was getting close before Sally knocked on the door, and figured she would need to finish herself off before drifting off to sleep.

    It wasn’t long till I heard the cover rustling again, saw her spread her outside leg to create some room between her legs, but did not hear the vibrator. She must have been fingering herself to keep things quiet. She was just getting going, when I saw Sally roll over on her side to face Lanie,and reach between Lanie legs saying, “Let me help with that.” There was complete silence, as Lanie must have been stunned, but I could see Sally’s arm in motion, then she propped herself up, meaning that her breasts must have been inches from Lanie’s face while she worked on her wanting pussy. As Sally worked on her, she pushed the covers down past Lanie’s knees, and spread Lanie’s legs wider, by pulling on the inside leg. At the same time, Sally slipped between Lanie’s legs, looking down on the worked up woman while still working on her cunt. I could see Lanie’s panties being forced lower, and rather than fight the panties, Sally grabbed both sides of the waistband and pulled Lanie’s panties well past her hips, making the fingering much easier. Sally stopped fingering Lanie, and whispered to her, let’s get rid of these. With that, Lanie’s panties came off, and were tossed aside. Sally was on still on her knees between Lanie’s legs, and it must have been an erotic site for Lanie, as Sally slowly lowered her panties to her knees, then one leg at a time, removed her panties as well.

    Sally lowered her head to Lanie’s pussy and began going to work on her pussy. I could see begin to buck her hips, and could hear soft moans. As Sally buried her face in Lanie’s pussy, Lanie raised her knees up pressing Sally’s head between her thighs, and put both hands on the back of Sally’s head. By this time, my fingers were buried deep in my own pussy, and I could hear Lanie’s heavy breathing as well as the springs on the sofa bed creaking. As I heard Lanie cumming, I remembered the girl cum I swallowed the night before, and as I heard a cough and slurping sounds, I realized that Sally must have been surprised by the girl cum, and I came just thinking about the erotic site. As I watched through my door intently, I saw Sally raise her head, and still on her knees between Lanie’s legs, she leaned forward to embrace Lanie giving her a long wet kiss, and a taste of her own pussy. Sally rolled off Lanie and pulled on her outside arm which caused Lanie to roll over on Sally’s breasts. Sally cupped Lanie’s face in her hands and whispered, now it’s my turn. With that, Sally moved her hands up the top of Lanie’s head and began pushing her head between her legs. In moments, Lanie’s head was between Sally’s legs, and I could tell this was the start of something big.


  • The Lesbian Debt (Chapter 27) – Laura The Whore

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    Laura, a lesbian, is being blackmailed into a variety of activities designed to turn her into a cock-serving slut, including conditioning at the sinister Mayim Clinic, work as a prostitute, and a demeaning sexual relationship with her manager at her day job, Alistair. Addicted now to both the taste of cum and to sexually abusing her lesbian girlfriend, Laura slips further into degradation…

    Chapter 27
    LAURA THE WHORE

    The Mayim Clinic’s next step for Laura was one of the worst. And they made her beg for it.

    When Laura turned up, high on her aphrodisiacs, pussy dripping, she wasn’t strapped to a machine or shown any films. Instead she was merely stripped naked, made to stand against a wall, and watch as a naked Roy approached her, and eased his hard cock into her cunt. Laura made a token attempt to resist, but her well-conditioned arms refused to obey, and her soaking wet snatch offered his dick no resistance.

    Amy watched as Roy slowly fucked Laura, and after a while the pretty researcher removed her own clothes. A confused Laura just stood there, her cunt being fucked, and waited to learn what the program was for the day.

    “Laura,” asked Amy after a while. “Are you a good little hetero yet?”

    Laura moaned. She didn’t know how to answer. She wasn’t heterosexual. She was a lesbian. Her cunt squeezed Roy’s cock unhappily.

    Roy slapped Laura across the face hard. “Answer Amy.”

    Amy repeated herself, “Are you a good little hetero yet?”

    Laura moaned again, but she answered. “No… I’m a lesbian….”

    Amy moved closer and stroked Laura’s cheek. “Do you want to be a good little heterosexual, Laura?”

    “No,” moaned Laura.

    Roy slapped her again, and Amy repeated her question. “Do you want to be a good little heterosexual?”

    “No!” protested Laura. She earned another slap, and another repeat of the question.

    Laura didn’t want to say yes. It wasn’t the truth. She wanted to go back to being a non-slutty lesbian who loved her girlfriend. Only… was there such a thing as a non-slutty lesbian? She remembered wanting to lick pussy all the time. She remembered how she had cum from Erica’s tongue. Surely she had been slutty to want that? She was finding it hard to remember what things had been like before her blackmail.

    Amy was waiting for an answer. Laura didn’t want to get slapped again. “Yes,” she said.

    “Answer in a full sentence, Laura,” Amy chided her.

    Laura tried to think. It was hard to think on the aphrodisiacs. It was hard to think with a cock in her cunt. “Yes, I want to be a heterosexual,” she said. “I want to be a good little heterosexual.”

    “And are good heterosexual girls wet and ready to be fucked by men?” Amy asked.

    “Yes,” Laura said. It sounded right. She wished Roy would hurry up and fuck her harder so she could cum. He was pounding her so agonisingly slowly. She remembered she was supposed to use full sentences. “Good heterosexual girls are wet and ready to be fucked by men.”

    “And are you always a good heterosexual girl?”

    Laura wished Amy would stop asking her questions. She found it so hard to think of the answers. A good heterosexual girl? What did that mean? Oh – good girls were wet and ready to be fucked. Was she a good girl? She was wet so often recently. But not all the time. Sometimes she was dry.

    “No,” she answered. “I’m not a good girl. I’m not always wet and ready to be fucked.”

    “Well, we want to help you with that, Laura,” said Amy. She paused, because at that moment she saw Laura was approaching orgasm. Laura started to buck her hips against Roy and moan – she wanted to cum. But in response, Roy stepped back and pulled his cock out of Laura’s twat. Laura squealed in frustration and looked at Roy longingly. Why wouldn’t he let her cum?

    Roy watched her for long minutes, until she had calmed down, dropped back from the edge of orgasm, and then he stuck his cock back in her and continued slowly fucking. Laura made a long slutty moan.

    “We want to help you,” repeated Amy. “But only if you ask. A good slut is wet all the time, so what we want to do is change your collar to give you a shock any time you’re not wet. Just a little buzz at first, to remind you, but then progressively more painful shocks if you don’t do something about it. The chip in your cunt can read your arousal – it knows. It’ll just get you into the habit of playing with your cunt any time you’re not horny – even in your sleep.”

    Laura didn’t understand at first, and then the idea began to sink in. No – that was awful. She wouldn’t be able to maintain even her semblance of a normal life if she was horny all the time. She knew what she was like when her cunt was wet – she made stupid decisions and thought with her twat. She would humiliate herself everywhere. She couldn’t allow this. She struggled, but with Roy fucking her, her conditioning made her unable to escape.

    “Won’t it be nice, Laura? You’ll be this horny and slutty and dumb all the time. It will bring the good heterosexual slut in you to the surface, and help wash away the old bitchy Laura who teased men but didn’t fuck them. Won’t you love that?”

    Laura moaned again. No, she didn’t love that. She bucked her hips again. Why wouldn’t Roy make her cum? Maybe if she bucked a little harder….

    Roy pulled out of her again, and again waited for her to calm down before resuming the fucking.

    “Now, we wouldn’t do this without your consent, of course. If you want this, you have to ask for it. You have to beg for it, in fact, so we know you’re certain.”

    Laura felt relieved. There was no way she would beg for her life to be destroyed in that way.

    “But you need to know this, Laura. Roy is going to fuck you like this all night, for hours, without letting you cum. Just exactly like this. Although, maybe, if you beg hard enough for our new treatment, he *might* take mercy on you. Although I’m sure that won’t motivate you – what kind of lesbian would beg to be shocked when she’s not wet just so she can cum on a man’s dick?”

    Laura felt her heart sink. She knew what kind of lesbian – the kind that she was. She couldn’t control herself on the aphrodisiacs, and if Roy kept teasing her cunt with his cock she knew she was going to be a colossal slut and beg for the shocks in order to cum.

    And that was exactly what happened. It took two hours, but in the end Laura begged to have her right to a dry cunt taken away from her.

    She tried to resist, of course. She tried to be a good girl, a nice girl, like she had once thought she was. She tried to think of un-sexy things, but it was hard now to think of anything in her life that wasn’t touched by her sexual activity. She tried to remember how unattracted to men she was, how she hated them, but her mind just kept shifting to thoughts of cocks, of being raped by cocks, of sucking on cocks, and her cunt bucked happily against Roy’s dick in response.

    After 45 minutes, Amy offered Laura some help – a painful metal clamp on her clitoris. Laura accepted it, hoping it would stop her arousal. But in her hyper-sensitive state the pain only made her wetter. A half-hour later, Amy took it off again, and the pain of it coming off and letting blood back into her clit was a million times worse than it being on. Laura cried and screamed but when Amy offered her the same clamp on both of her nipples Laura said yes to that as well. She was desperate to try anything to help her control herself. Amy told Laura the nipple clamps were staying on until Laura’s orgasm, and from that point on Laura knew that every moment she resisted would make the agony of their removal worse.

    By the time she had been there two hours, Laura was drooling, eyes unfocused, unable to think about anything but the pain in her tits and her need to cum. She didn’t even realise what she was saying at first – mumbling, almost incoherent. “Please let me cum. Shock me. Change my collar. Please Amy. Please Roy. Please let me cum. I’m such a slut. Shock my fuckhandles. Shock my sluthole. Please hurt me. Please fuck me. Please.”

    She only understood what she was saying when she heard Amy laughing – a high-pitched, cruel laugh, a laugh that made Laura feel stupid and small. She knew why Amy was laughing – Laura was saying a stupid, slutty thing. She was thinking with her twat like a stupid lesbian cow. But she couldn’t help it. She needed to cum.

    “Say it clearly, Laura,” Amy said. “Say what you want.”

    Laura used the last of her brainpower to arrange the words. “Please make my collar shock me if my stupid cunt isn’t wet, Amy. Please. Please.”

    “Good girl,” said Amy, and stroked Laura’s hair. “Okay, Roy. Give her her fun.”

    Roy sighed with pleasure, eager to cum himself. He looked in Laura’s eyes and began to fuck her harder. Laura squealed with happiness, and embraced her long-awaited orgasm.

    Just as Laura was on the verge of cumming, Roy ripped both clamps off Laura’s nipples, and then slapped her hard in the face.

    The pain over-rode everything else. Laura didn’t even understand the sensations of her orgasm – they mixed with the agony in her boobs and the shock to her face into one big, confusing nervous shake. Her legs collapsed under her and she would have fallen if Roy weren’t pinning her to the wall.

    She felt Roy shudder and start to ejaculate into her, his sperm filling her womb. He held her there until his own orgasm had passed, and then let her drop to the ground. She lay there, naked, shuddering.

    Amy knelt next to Laura and made a few adjustments to Laura’s collar. “There you go,” she said. “All ready for your new life.”

    Laura knew the words she had to say. “Thank you Roy. Thank you for raping me. Thank you for cumming in my fuckhole. Thank you for slapping me. Thank you Amy. Thank you for putting clips on my clit and on my nipples. Thank you for hurting my slutty cum-tunnel and my big whore-balloons. Thank you for making me need to stay wet all the time now. Thank you for helping me be a good little heterosexual slut.”

    And she felt it. She felt actual gratitude. Of course she was grateful to these people, because otherwise Laura was an unbelievably stupid person for letting them do these things to her. She must have wanted them. And she must be grateful to have them done to her.

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    Laura cried hard when she came down from her arousal high – but she didn’t cry too hard, because of course she didn’t come all the way down. Her pussy started feeling dry on the drive home, and the chips in her tits and cunt gave her a little warning buzz, and Laura’s hand dipped to her cunt and started to massage it to keep herself aroused.

    Roy had smiled as he’d told Laura how she’d need to behave to get through her new conditioning. She’d need to drink a lot to keep her body hydrated – her cunt would use up a lot of moisture – and of course she’d have to piss a lot more as a result. She’d need to learn to piss while aroused, if she couldn’t do it already. (Laura could – she’d pissed into Erica’s mouth during sex enough times by now.) She could get a little help from her aphrodisiacs, but it wasn’t safe for her to take them around the clock, so most of the time Laura would be getting horny without drugs. She might want to sleep with a vibrator inside her to stay wet overnight, but Roy suggested she’d be better off just being woken by the shocks a few times and soon enough she’d learn to masturbate herself in her sleep.

    The worst bit was that Roy assured her that being horny all the time would have a lasting effect on her brain. It would impair her ability to concentrate, even while dry, and rewire her to put thoughts of arousal into her mind even when doing something unrelated. She would be measurably dumber, and more focused on sensation and less on social propriety. In Roy’s words, it would “bring out the real Laura”. It frightened and upset Laura to be told so openly how her brain was being changed but there was nothing she could do about it.

    And Roy was right. For the length of her blackmailing, Laura was never again able to think just with her brain. Part of every decision was made by her pulsing, dripping, needy twat.

    Laura did indeed learn to masturbate in her sleep, although for her first few nights she made Erica stay awake, licking Laura’s pussy, to keep her wet all night long. Laura’s dreams were filled with erotic and degrading images, and Laura never really got a full night’s sleep, which made it even harder to think clearly during the day.

    At home Laura would always sit on a dildo and bounce rhythmically to keep herself aroused. When out and about, she would find places to hike up her skirt and rub her pussy through her panties. If she felt herself getting dry at times when she couldn’t get away to masturbate, she would blank out and concentrate on her sluttiest thoughts.

    Those around her couldn’t help but notice Laura was constantly flushed, sweaty, and reeking of sex pheromones. Her nipples were constantly erect, poking through her blouse, and her face was vacant and distracted. Few said anything, but gradually any remaining respect for Laura as a woman, a friend or a coworker in those she knew vanished. Consciously or not, they recognised her as a slut.

    Laura barely noticed. She found it harder and harder to concentrate or care about what others were thinking about her. She spent more of every day thinking about her cunt, and how to please it.

    She orgasmed much more often now, of course. She also pissed more, as Roy had warned, linked to her increased water intake. At work she would piss into Candy’s mouth, and have the big-titted bitch lick her to an orgasm afterwards. At home she sometimes pissed in Erica’s mouth, or sometimes pissed while lying on her back in the garden, rubbing her cunt, not caring who saw her. With her head full of arousal, she found it hard to plan for her constantly full bladder, and wet herself occasionally, filling her panties with piss and letting it run down her legs as she blushed.

    At the Pretty Titty, Laura completed her transition to being a professional whore. She didn’t wait tables anymore – constantly aroused, she was just too stupid to do the job well. Edgar kept her in the back rooms, naked, being raped by a procession of strangers for money. In between tricks, Laura crawled out onto the stage to lick cunts and masturbate in front of a crowd.

    Laura’s customers used condoms, as was the practice at the Pretty Titty, and Laura was supposed to dispose of them afterwards, but more and more Laura found herself keeping the condoms. Sometimes she would drink from them directly after the client had gone, swallowing the delicious sperm, but other times she would take them home to supplement Erica’s bounty, giving her more cum to drink, to smear on her breasts, to put on her food, to push up Erica’s twat as she finger-fucked her beautiful abused slave girlfriend in front of the open window to the street.

    The Mayim Clinic set homework – each day Laura was supposed to take an IQ test on her computer, allegedly for the Clinic’s records but mostly to reinforce to Laura the effect her arousal was having on her brain. A despairing Laura watched her results diminish slowly, day after day, as she found it harder to harder to think about the questions she was being asked through the haze of slutty thoughts. She cried and masturbated as she watched herself getting dumber. After a week she stopped taking the test altogether, being unable to complete it without becoming distracted and browsing for pictures of big-titted girls giving blowjobs.

    At the end of the first week Michael came round to visit. Laura gave up all pretence of trying to act normal around him. She had been lost in a haze of slutty thoughts all day. When he arrived she greeted him naked at the door, hugging him tightly and wrapping her legs around him. She led him to the lounge, where she pulled him down on top of her, freeing his cock from his pants and guiding it into her cunt. She sighed blissfully as Michael began to fuck her, and kissed him on the lips (“like a good hetero slut”, her mind thought). She bucked against him until he ejaculated into her womb, then transferred as much of his cum as possible to her mouth.

    Then she licked and kissed him until he got hard again, and guided him to the bedroom, where Erica was tied up. Laura had made no attempt to make Erica wet today, and she used her own cunt juices to lubricate her girlfriend for Michael’s cock. Michael no longer saw the girls as his friends, but rather as his fucktoys, and Erica’s now-obvious lack of consent didn’t bother him. He blissfully raped Erica’s cunt as Erica cried, and when he came, Laura sucked his dick clean and then licked out her girlfriend’s twat. Laura then showed him how Erica could be made to drink piss, and Michael, blushing, experimented with using the lesbian as his toilet. Laura watched in horny stupid satisfaction as her friend pissed in her crying girlfriend’s mouth, rubbing her pussy idly the whole time. Afterwards she let Michael watch her piss into Erica’s mouth as well. Michael took photos, but Laura didn’t care. He left the girls some money and promised to come back to fuck them again.

    (To be continued…)


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  • Sinful Six: A Southern (sorta) Tale (maybe)

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    A group of people learn dirty things, and then fuck…

    Dark Recesses: Sinful Six

    Preface

    What follows is a story of excess. It’s raunchy, incestuous, and parts of it are downright depraved. But thankfully, it’s my story, and it’s a representation of the dirty visions that are playing in my head. But before you continue on to my “dirty, word movie,” know this: I’m not an editor, and I’m not and English major. That’s no excuse for laziness but I do try and write everything I write good (yes, I know). So, if you’re not bothered by some incorrectly placed punctuation, or maybe even a mistake or two, or three, or more, depending on how drunk I am, please enjoy, and please vote and comment. I love the feedback!

    As far as a part two… Well I don’t rightly know… But for now, just enjoy the goddamn story!

    I

    Lena Denson, 45yo, white female, 5’06, 135lbs, 34Bx27x37; brown eyes, and short, spiky hair was bored was ready to go home after being at work less than an hour. She worked the graveyard shift, and since it was a Tuesday night, she was sure that the hours were going to move as quickly as the hot dog rollers that were sweating juices from weenies at that very moment not two feet from her. She was working with Tawny Hobbs, 28yo white female, 5’02, 160lbs, 38Dx38x48, with blue eyes, and long, mid-back length hair that she regularly bleached blonde. She had a pretty face, and a decent enough personality.

    Usually, when Lena and Tawny work together, and it’s a slow night, they fooled around. Nothing too hot and heavy, but on a few occasions, they would each go down on each other in the back room. Each time Tawny ravaged Lena with her mouth, all she could think was that it was definitely better than the way her ex-husband did it. But then again, he never ate her out to begin with. Lena shivered as her thoughts washed over her, stimulating and moistening her pussy. She loved the taboo of the whole situation, and the added risk of getting caught. Tawny was the first woman that Lena had ever been with, and when Tawny put her mouth on Lena’s clit for the first time almost two years ago, she was hooked!

    Lena and Tawny were not just coworkers and lovers. They were also close friends. So close that they had each had told the other their deepest and darkest secrets; things that they’ve never told another living soul. Lena told Tawny about her abusive husband, as well as the occasional lascivious thoughts she would sometimes find herself having about her son, Hank, who had just turned 16, and her daughter Haley, who was 17, but close to 18. Tawny, being the honest to goodness deviant slut that she was, told Lena that she thought her incestuous thoughts were hot, and even admitted to masturbating to the thought of all of them together. She told Lena on several occasions that she thought that her son and daughter were hot, and that if given the opportunity, she’d fuck them both. Tawny’s tawdry statements would usually lead to Lena calling her a “kinky whore,” or something along those lines, to which Tawny would often reply, “I know.”

    Tawny Hobbs truly was a slut. She was a slut from a long line of sluts. She loved being a slut. She loved dick and she loved pussy, and she could not get enough of either no matter how hard she tried. Some nights it was with just one person; some nights it was with many. She was bisexual, obviously, and she enjoyed both men and women equally. She loved swallowing cum, and she loved having her ass fucked. She even loved having a cock in all three of her holes at the same time. She’s participated in orgies, gangbangs, and even an evening of bukkake with a close friend. That was one of her favorite nights actually. All of this, she has told Lena, and Lena does not judge her, and while she enjoys hearing about her experiences, she couldn’t imagine ever engaging in such scandalous things. She was satisfied with just her fantasies.

    On the particularly boring Tuesday night that the two of them were working together, Tawny had goaded Lena into telling her again about her incestuous fantasies, requesting that she be as specific as possible. Lena did her best to accommodate her by telling the fantasy that reoccurred in the devious recesses of the most private parts of her mind. It was a very vivid image that Lena had told Tawny about. An image of her face in between her Haley’s firm thighs while Hank pummeled her from behind. Each time she would tell Tawny about one of her fantasies, Tawny would either end up with her hand in her panties, or the two would end up in the back room so Tawny could latch onto Lena’s clit. Sometimes they would even follow the other home.
    This Tuesday night was different though… It was different because Andy had come in. Andy was 19, wet behind the ears, constantly horny, and since he was off that night and not the least bit tired, he decided to go by the Stop-Shop to see what his two favorite “in the middle of nowhere convenience store clerks” were up to on this balmy, August night. He also stopped by to see if maybe tonight was the night that he was going to get to opportunity to fuck one of them, or both of them if he was really lucky. He had known that the two of them sometimes fooled around in the store, and he was hoping that maybe they’d include him in some of the after midnight fun.

    The clock on his car radio read 01:30 when he pulled up to the Stop-Shop, and before he walked in, he dabbed cologne all over himself before swaggering into the convenience store, already sporting a semi. He saw Tawny at the counter, looking down at her phone. She was wearing a blue shirt that was low-cut, and showed off as much of her cleavage that she could get away with showing at work. She looked up, and smiled when Andy walked in.

    Andy has been coming into the Stop-Shop for months now, and for months he’s been flirting with both Tawny, and Lena; and both Tawny and Lena has told each other on several occasions that they’d like to see what he was packing, and how he used it; but it was just too fun to tease him. They talked about it every time he left the store though; about turning him out, especially Lena, who was old enough to be his mother. Andy walked around the store, pretending that he was going to buy something. All three of them knew why he was there though. He was there to flirt, and that was likely all he was going to do.

    “Hey Andy,” Tawny said in a sultry voice. “What brings your fine ass in here this late?”

    “Oh… Not much… Just bored and thought I’d take a little ride. Guess I just ended up here. Where’s Lena?” Andy approached the counter and leaned against it, stealing glances at Tawny’s cleavage, which was proudly on display.

    “She’s in the back doing inventory. It’s been slow as hell tonight, and the two of us have been going crazy trying to find something to do so… Lena decided to work while I played around on my phone. Hell, you’re our first customer of the night!”

    “Damn, that sucks,” said Andy, still stealthily looking at the dark crevice between Tawny’s pale, fleshy globes.
    Tawny knew that he was staring at her tits, so she bent over the counter to give him a better look. “Well, at least you’re here.” She winked at him and a mischievous grin stretched across her pretty face.

    “Hey Lena,” she yelled. “Andy’s here.”

    “Ok,” Lena shouted back. “Hey Andy!”

    “Hey,” he said.

    Tawny watched Andy’s eyes watch her. It was obvious that he had more on his mind than purchasing chips and a drink. He looked so young, she thought. He was cute as fuck though; baby face, blue-green eyes, and short brown hair atop a lean, and still somewhat boyish frame. She saw a thick bulge in his pants and felt an itch in her panties. Deciding that she had flirted with him long enough, she got bold, and honest with him. She looked him in the eyes and said, So Andy… When you gonna come by my place and fuck me with that big cock of yours?” Her eyes left his and made their way to his growing erection.

    “Anytime you want me to,” Andy replied, not skipping a beat to his own surprise, and hoping that the cracks in his voice didn’t give away the nervous excitement that he was feeling.

    “Oh yeah? Well how about later on this morning when I get off of work?”

    “Are you serious,” Andy asked, gulping loud enough for Lena to probably hear him.

    “Yes, I’m serious! I get off at 8:00, so why don’t you come over around 9:00?” She bit her lower lip and looked down at his crotch again. It was still swelling in his loose fitting shorts, and Tawny was looking forward to seeing how much bigger she could make it.

    “You’re fucking with me!”

    “No!” Her smile was growing wider. “I’m not fucking with you! I do want to fuck you though! I want you to come by my house later on this morning and I want you to fuck my brains out!”

    Lena was walking in from the back room when she heard Tawny propositioning Andy. ‘That fucking slut,’ she said to herself, smiling.

    “Hey Lena… Andy’s gonna come over after my shift and fuck my brains out,” Tawny said as Lena walked back behind the counter and stood next to her.

    “Sounds like fun,” Lena said in a light-hearted tone.

    “I think it will be,” Tawny replied, while she looked at Andy’s crotch. She pointed to the impressive bulge in the front of Andy’s pants. Involuntarily, she licked her lips. Andy was now blushing like a schoolboy that had just been caught passing notes.

    Tawny looked back to Lena, and the smiled when she saw where Lena’s eyes had drifted to. “You could join if you wanted to,” said Tawny, who was grinning like a deviant at a whorehouse.

    “I’d love to but my kids are home, and it would—,”

    “They can join too.”

    Lena shot her eyes at Tawny, and Tawny saw the angry look on her face. She had gone too far. Tawny apologized with her eyes and said, “You can come over some other time then.” Lena said nothing, and looked over at Andy. Thankfully, he looked clueless, and in over his head in regards to the entire situation.
    Andy told Tawny that he had to get going, but before he left, he asked her for her number. “So you can text me your address, and I can let you know when I’m on my way,” assured Andy. Tawny smiled, and told him to follow her into the back room so she could get a pen, which he did, like a puppy dog chasing after a treat.
    Lena watched Tawny take him back to their spot, which was far enough to be out of sight of the front door, but close enough for Lena to see what they were doing. She watched as Andy pulled out his cellphone and type in her phone number. There was a look of confusion on his face, but it disappeared in an instant when Tawny fell to her knees in front of him. She undid his shorts, and in a swift motion, took Andy’s cock out. Lena sucked in a breath as she watched Tawny take Andy’s seven inch cock into her mouth so she could caress it with her tongue. Lena’s pussy began to tingle as Tawny expertly took every inch of his cock into her hungry mouth. But she took it out just as quickly, and gingerly put it back into his shorts. Andy groaned, and had a look on his face that almost made her want to go into the back room to finish him off herself. When his cock was fully put away, they both walked back towards the front of the store. Andy made a bee-line for the exit, telling them both that he’s see them later.

    “Looking forward to it,” Tawny yelled out, but Andy didn’t turn around.

    Lena, was dumbfounded by what she had just witnessed. She felt the wetness in her panties, and she knew that her rock hard nipples would be visible to anyone that looked at her chest. Tawny saw them and smiled, but did not comment. She walked back behind the counter and stood next to Lena. A devilish grin was plastered on her face as she went back to playing on her cell phone.

    “I can’t believe you just did that,” Lena exclaimed, still staring at Tawny in disbelief.

    “Me neither to be completely honest with you,” Tawny admitted. She rubbed something off of her lip and then sucked on her finger. “His cock tasted really good though! And so did his precum! Mmm…,” she shivered. “There was a lot of it too!”

    II

    It was 8:30 in the morning and outside thermometers were already reading 75 degrees. Andy Jones, 19yo W/M, 6’00, 165lbs, slim build with some muscle. Brown hair and blue green eyes, barely slept a wink once he’d finally laid down, which seemed like hours after he had left the Stop-Shop. He couldn’t take his mind from the way Tawny’s mouth felt like wrapped around his cock. It had been torture keeping his hands off of it. Tawny forbade him to cum because, “I want a nice, fat, hot load of cum shot down my throat first thing when I get off of work in the morning… Then I’m gonna get off on that big dick of yours.” Her words had been running around his mind all night, and it was all that he had dreamed about when he had finally managed sleep.

    Andy sent her a text at 8:45, asking if she still wanted him to come over. She texted him back immediately with her address, and the words, “GET OVER HERE! I’M THIRSTY! ;)” Andy needed no further instructions. He hopped into his car and raced to her house, which thankfully was only about ten minutes from his own place.

    Tawny’s house was small, but nice, and it was obvious that she took pride in it. Andy got out of his car and made his way to her front door. He knocked, and someone that was not Tawny, answered the door.

    “You must be Andy,” the jovial voice declared. “I’m Tammy, Tawny’s Momma. Come on in!”

    Andy was caught off guard. ‘Tawny still lives with her mom,’ he thought to himself.
    He stepped into the house, and then took a second to look at the woman. Tammy could’ve passed for Tawny’s sister. The only difference between the two, aside from a few obvious years of age, was the size of Tammy’s tits. They were massive! And the only thing on her that seemed to be bigger than the glorious pair of globes, was her smile. Andy immediately realized that she was not wearing a bra under her tattered, threadbare nightshirt because her tits were sitting naturally against her chest, and they sagged somewhat. Her extra-large, and extra-hard nipples were standing out like garrison flags. They were surrounded by dark areolas that were visible to Andy’s curious, inquisitive, and lusting eyes.

    “Um… Hello Tammy,” he said finally. “How are you doing this morning?” He cleared his throat.

    “I’m well,” she said. “Just had my first cup of coffee and now…” She paused. “Well now I’ve got me a handsome lookin’ man in my house!” Tammy gave him a once over. He looked nervous as hell.
    “No need to be shy darlin’,” Tammy said, closing the door behind him. “There’s no secrets in this house. And certainly no shyness!” She winked at Andy, and then locked the door. “Tawny is still in the shower. She should be out in a minute, but you’re more than welcome to have a seat and relax, and make yourself at home!”

    “Thanks,” Andy said, still nervous, but strangely comforted by Tammy’s early morning enthusiasm.

    “Tawny sure was right about you! You are a cutie!” She moved closer to Andy and he felt her hard nipple up against his bare arm. “She told me you had a big cock too. Big enough that I might want to steal you for myself,” she quipped, grazing her hand against the hardening shaft in Andy’s pants. “Or maybe I should join the two of you and show Tawny how to really please a man.” She started leaning forward to kiss him, but Andy didn’t know what to do.

    “Mom,” Tawny yelled. “Leave him alone! He’s mine!” She walked over to where Andy and Tammy were standing. Her mother had already started in on him, she thought.

    Tawny was clad only in a small towel that was quickly losing grip of Tawny’s damp body when she walked into the living room until finally, it fell, showing Andy everything that she was going to offer him in the coming hours. He looked at Tawny, and then at Tammy. Neither seemed phased by the sudden nakedness. He looked back to Tawny as she sauntered towards him, and her mother. Her tits were as perky as a girl ten years her junior, and they were capped with smallish, pierced nipples, and pink areolas the size of half dollars. Tammy’s pussy was shaved bare. It looked so smooth and inviting, and he couldn’t wait to bury his face in it.

    “Go find your own man Mom,” Tawny exclaimed, grabbing Andy by the arm and pulling him away from Tammy.

    “Can I have him when you’re done,” Tammy pleaded. She looked at Andy, whose attention was still on Tawny’s tantalizingly thick form, but knowing full well that it would soon go back to her daughter’s if she didn’t do something drastic. She decided to even the playing field, and in a swift motion, she lifted her night shirt over her head, giving Andy a front row view of her 42 year old body. She threw the night shirt onto the ground and put her hands on her hips, shifting her weight over to her left leg. Andy’s eyes bulged out of his head and he thought he was going to pop right then and there.

    Like Tawny, Tammy was a big, beautiful woman, complete with thick thighs, a large, rounded ass, a set of wide hips that flared out far more than her waist, and a belly that, to Andy, was not at all unappealing. But unlike Tawny, Tammy’s tits were gigantic, and capped with nipples that were easily three quarters of an inch long. Her prickly areolas were as big around as bottoms of coke cans, and were so pink, that they were nearly indistinguishable from the rest of her pale, white skin. Andy looked further down to the patch of light brown hair that was between Tammy’s thighs, and Tammy commented. “Oh, don’t worry sugar… That’ll be nice and bald before that big cock of yours comes near it! And you can trust me on that!”

    “You’re such a fucking slut, Mom,” said Tammy in a serious tone. But she was still smiling, and looking at her mother’s nude body. Then she looked at Andy who was looking back at her once more and said, “See what I gotta deal with! Every time I bring a man or a woman home with me, and this horny bitch is home, I gotta compete with her!”

    Finally breaking his silence, Andy gulped and said, “So I guess this isn’t the first time something like this has happened?” He smiled nervously.

    “No, it isn’t,” Tawny said, cutting her eyes at Tammy, who was looking at Andy with lust in her eyes. “My horny-ass mother thinks that I should share more, but I have a tendency to be a little selfish when I bring someone home to fuck. That’s why I usually make sure that she’s gone, but since you’re sort of a last minute type deal… I didn’t have time to get her out of the house.”

    Andy thought that his cock was going to explode. Both Tawny and Tammy were now at his side, stroking and caressing their hands all over his body and making sure to focus most of their attention to his groin region. He watched both of them as they each shifted their glances from him, to each other.

    “Tell you what…,” Tawny said. “I’m in a pretty good mood this morning so…,” she paused again, and then looked at Andy. He had a knowing grin on his face. Tammy shook her head, looked down at the floor and then asked, “If you’re up for it, can my mom use you when I’m done?”

    III

    It was 08:15 in the morning when Lena Denson got home after her long shift at the Stop-shop. After opening the door, she dropped her keys on the kitchen table and then went straight to her liquor cabinet. She felt a little guilty for pouring a shot 15 minutes after eight in the morning, but after the night she had just had, she’d earned it. She took three shots total of vodka, and then put the bottle back in the cabinet. She pulled a beer from the fridge and then went to her room as the events of her shift drifted through her conscious mind.

    Fifteen minutes later, she walked out of her bathroom drying her short, brown hair with a towel. It was her routine every morning after work. Take a boiling hot shower to help wash away all the tension that had built up in her sore muscles the night before, and then slip into bed to drift off to sleep.

    She threw the towel into the dirty clothes hamper, and then walked over to her bed. The cool sheets felt good on her nude body, and she closed her eyes, hoping that the alcohol would help her drift off to sleep while slowly cleansing her mind of the evening’s thoughts. But she wasn’t that lucky. Images of Andy’s cock sliding into Tawny’s mouth dominated the space between her ears, and she couldn’t seem to push them out.

    She was jealous of Tawny; the dirty little slut. Jealous that she was getting to take first crack at Andy instead of her. It’s her own fault though, she thought. She could’ve easily stepped in and took him from her, and Tawny would’ve let her have him. She might’ve been a slut, but she wasn’t greedy, and by no means vindictive when it came to sex. She just happened to get at him first. She just didn’t know why she lied to them both; why she told them that her kids were going to be home when she knew that they weren’t. They had already texted her earlier that evening, telling her that they were going to be staying over at their friend’s houses. Maybe it was because she wanted to be alone with her thoughts, or because she knew that if she went over to Tawny’s, the subject of her kids would’ve been brought up, and she wasn’t ready for anyone else to know that about her.

    Her thoughts inadvertently shifted to Hank and Hayley, and the fantasy that had been recurring in her mind for months now. The image was clear in her head now: her son’s thick cock—almost as thick as Andy’s—pressing against her bare cunt from behind as she kissed her daughter’s upper thighs. She could almost feel the heat coming from Hayley’s shaved, tight little twat. Lena’s right hand gravitated to her own sex, and she rubbed herself gently. Her freshly shaved lips felt so good against the sensitive pads of her fingertips. “God, I’m so fucking horny,” she said aloud. The tuft of hair that was above her swollen pussy tickled her wrist, and she pulled away briefly. ‘Probably shoulda’ shaved the whole thing I guess,’ she thought. She reached over to her nightstand and opened the small drawer to retrieve her “husband” as she called it. She shouldn’t have though. Unlike her husband, this thing was dependable, and useful, and it knew how to make her scream. She twisted the bottom of the small, phallic toy, and it whirred to life. She brought it down to her folds and rubbed it up and down her bare pussy.

    Lena spent the next few minutes teasing her clit while she pinched her wrinkled nipples. Thoughts of Hayley, Hank, Andy and Tawny blew through her mind like a tornado, and she wished that the fivesome was in full force on her bed right now. Lena wondered what it would feel like to take both her son’s, and Andy’s cocks at the same time. She wondered if they would even fit in both of her holes at the same time. Tawny always told her that double penetration felt like nothing else she had ever experienced but, aside from Tawny’s finger in her ass, there hasn’t been much else. ‘Maybe if I was high,’ she thought as the little pink toy penetrated her pussy. It was slow at first, and the hand that was teasing her nipples had drifted towards her engorged clit, taking the place of her toy. She rubbed it gently as she fucked herself. Her thoughts were too vivid, and her fantasies too real. She wasn’t going to last long. Now her son was burying his cock deep inside of her while her daughter sat on her face, grinding her wet cunt lips across her face.

    Lena’s family was an open one, and her son and daughter talked to her often about anything and everything, and that included sex. Clothes were also fairly optional in the Denson house, which definitely did not help assuage Lena’s sexual desires. She wondered if either one of them had ever caught her staring. They were by no means virgins, and Lena had even had the suspicion that both of her children were bisexual.

    “Oh, fuck,” she moaned as her orgasm approached. “Fuck me Hank! Fuck me with that big cock and fill my pussy up. God it’s so deep! Your cock is so deep in my tight pussy! Fuck me baby! Fuck Mommy and make her cum!”

    The images got more and more vivid. She and Haley each had their faces buried in the other’s wet snatch. Hayley was on top of her while Hank fucked her from behind. Hard… He’s yelling that he’s about to cum. Hayley moans into her mother’s cunt and then pulls away.

    “Fill me up, Hank! Fill me up so Mom can lick it out of me! Do it,” she yelled as Hank buried his cock inside of her so he could let loose.

    Lena’s mouth watered at the thought of sucking her son’s cum out of her daughter’s freshly-fucked cunt, and her mind goes blank as her orgasm rushes over her body. She convulsed in wave after wave of pleasures and screams. “Ohhhhh Fuuuuuck,” she hollers as her pussy spasms. It took several minutes for Lena to catch her breath as she silently thanks god that her kids weren’t there to learn that their mother was a screamer.

    Her eyes were already starting to get heavy when she finally mustered up the strength to put her “husband” back into her nightstand. She made a mental note to clean her cum off of it when she woke up in a few hours. Sighing, she rolled over onto her side and then yawned. Sleep was slowly taking over. She closed her eyes, but then they immediately popped back open. The floor outside of her bedroom creaked, and she lifted her head off of the pillow to see if anyone was there.

    “Mom,” Are you ok,” her daughter asked in a frightful tone. Lena thought that she had died.

    “I didn’t know you were home,” she said in a hushed voice. “I… I thought that you were stayin’ at a friend’s house.”

    “I was… But then I changed my mind, so I had Sarah’s mom bring me home. Guess I got a little homesick for some reason.”

    Lena smiled at her daughter. She was so sweet, and so beautiful. There weren’t enough endearing words in the English language to express the love she had for her. She looked like a younger, slimmer, blonder version of herself. Hayley was the total package, and here she was, at Lena’s door clad only in a night shirt that was short enough to expose her bare pussy to her mother’s hungry eyes. ‘Why isn’t she wearing any panties?’

    “Are you ok Mom,” she asked again. “I was sleeping when all of the sudden I heard screams coming from your bedroom. Then I heard you yell some… Things… I thought something was wrong but then… But then I realized that you were moaning and well… I guess I just wanted to make sure that’s what was happening.” She and her mother blushed beet red. “I didn’t interrupt you did I,” she asked coyly.

    “No honey,” Lena said in an even, motherly tone.

    “What were you doing,” she asked, but only semi-rhetorically.

    “Well honey…,” Lena stammered. “I was uh… I was having some… Alone time… But I didn’t know that anyone was home… Otherwise I would’ve been a little quieter.”

    “Mom?”

    “Yeah sweetheart?”
    “Why did you yell out Hank’s name?”

    IV

    “Oh god Andy, please say yes,” Tammy begged, trying to slide her hand into his shorts, but Tawny smacked it away just before she could slip reach his belt.

    “Don’t pressure him Mom,” protested Tammy, who was busy replacing her mother’s hand with her own. But her hand wouldn’t fit under Andy’s tightly belted cargo shorts. “Why are you even wearing a belt,” she asked as she started to undo it.

    “Because these shorts are kinda big on me,” Andy replied above jerking hips as Tawny ripped the belt from them.

    “Well, you’re not gonna need these shorts for the next few hours,” said Tawny, who was unbuttoning them as if they were on fire, and absolutely had to come off at that very second.

    “Or the shirt… You’re not going to need that either so that can go to.” She motioned for him to remove the shirt and he did. “The belt though… You might need that…” She stopped what she was doing as a pouty look crossed her face. She put her index finger on her bottom lip, and said, “I can be a bad, bad girl… So you might need that to discipline me.

    Tawny finally got the button undone and then pulled down the zipper. She could see his bare, rock-hard cockflesh underneath the khaki material. “He’s not even wearing underwear Mom. He came prepared.” She let go of his shorts but they were being held up by his dick, so she grabbed them and pulled them down. Andy’s 7 ½ inch cock briefly pointed towards the ground, and the jerked back up. It stood proudly, and horizontally from the rest of his body. He had shaved almost all of the hair off, leaving only a small patch of trimmed hair above his engorged shaft. Tawny looked at it with an approving smile.

    “Goddam that’s a yummy looking cock,” Tammy said, falling to her knees in front of Andy. She grabbed it with her right hand and leaned in to take it into her mouth but her daughter pushed her away, just as her tongue was about to taste the precum-covered tip.

    “No Mom! That was not the arrangement. I told you that when I was done, you could have him.” Tawny grabbed Andy’s cock and pulled him into her room, closing the door behind her. Seconds later, she opened again. She walked into the living room and grabbed the belt, and then turned back around. The door slammed shut, but it did not lock.

    “Slut,” Tammy mumbled under her breath. “I’ll show her.” She walked to the opposite end of the house where her room was, and closed her own door.
    “Get on the bed,” Tawny demanded. She walked in behind him and closed the door. Andy obeyed, and fell backwards onto the queen-sized bed. Tawny joined him, but instead of falling on the bed like Andy, she crawled slowly onto the mattress; starting at his feet. She kissed his calves, and then his knees. She watched him watching her as her lips crept closer, and closer to where he wanted them to be, his cock.

    “Did you do what I asked you to do Andy,” she asked, stopping at his right thigh. She was looking into his eyes.

    “I didn’t touch… All night long… I wanted to so bad though… And now I feel like I’m going to pop the minute you touch it!”

    “That’s ok, baby. That’s what I want you to do! I want you to pump your hot load down my throat nice and quick. Then I’ll suck on it some more until it’s nice and hard again.”

    “Then I’m gonna fuck…” She started to move up him again.

    “Your…” She was getting close to his red hot shaft and Andy could feel her warm breath on the underside of his engorged shaft.

    “Brains out…”

    Andy let out a deep sigh of pleasure as the bulbous head of his cock disappeared into her wet mouth. He felt her tongue slide all around the top of his shaft, gathering all of the precum that had oozed form his cock since she’d stripped off his shorts. She moaned, and Andy could hear what sounded like swallowing noised, which led him to assume that she was savoring the flavor of his juices.

    “Oh my god,” he gasped. “Tawny that feels so fucking good! I don’t know how long I’m gonna last!”

    More of her mouth sank onto his cock, and he was starting to think that she was going to try and take the whole thing into her mouth like she’d done last night, but then she pulled her head back up and his cock fell out of her mouth.

    “Are you gonna give me that big load of cum I know you’ve got in these big, heavy balls?” Her hand cupped his sack, and she massaged it gently as her mouth reattached to his glans. She was taking most of his cock now, and Andy was doing everything that he could to hold on just a little longer so he could keep enjoying the ecstatic insanity of the situation that he was currently in. His steely cock was in the mouth of a woman that he barely knew. And evidently, when he was done, if he still had a pulse, he was going to fuck another woman that he barely knew. Her mother… Andy’s thoughts went to Tammy. He thought of the way she looked after ripping her shirt off. She looked like an older version of the pornstar Bunny De La Cruz. She had the tits too. Oh god did she have the tits! Hell they might’ve even been bigger than Bunny’s!
    Tawny’s mouth came off of his cock again with a loud ‘plop,’ and with her right hand she started to stroke it slowly. “You’re lasting longer than I thought,” she commented, and then licked from his balls to his shaft, making sure to wet every inch of him that she could. “I’ve been at it for almost five minutes and you still haven’t blown your load!” She licked it again. “Not that I’m complaining or anything.”

    Andy’s mind had wandered off to the fight that he’d witnessed before coming into Tawny’s room. Was he really going to get to fuck them both on the same day?

    “What are you thinking about up there?”

    “Nothing,” he said, snapping out of his reverie. “Just hope that I can make you…” He paused. “And your mom happy.” She let go of his cock and then crawled up the bed slowly, and when their faces were at the same level, she leaned in and kissed him passionately. Andy could taste what he guessed to be his cock, but he didn’t mind it all that much. He leaned into her and she relented, and laid on her back. His hand made a beeline to her D Cups. He squeezed, and kneaded her right tit, stopping only to pinch her taut, pierced nipple until she pulled away from his lips.

    “Andy,” she said, as her hand fell to his cock. She started stroking it again and said, “I’ve been sucking and playing with your cock now for over five minutes, and you still haven’t cum yet.”

    Andy wasn’t sure how to respond. “I’m sorry,” he said slowly.

    “It’s making me think two things… Either I suck at sucking cock… Which I know I don’t. Or you’ve got some hella stamina…”

    “Well I do jerk off a lot,” he admitted, and then his face turned beet red when he realized what he had just said.

    “Look… You’ve got nothing to worry about except pleasing me. And then maybe my mom can have you when I’m done.” She winked at him, gave him another kiss and then said, ”Besides… If I know my mother, and trust me, I do… You’ll probably be getting a two for one deal.”

    Another look of confusion washed over him as she made her way back to his cock.

    Tammy Hobbs, 42 year old white female, 5’01, 170lbs, was thickly built like her daughter, but with measurements of 36JJx35x45, her figure was closer to that of an hourglass. She had only a slight tummy, and luminescent, bleach blonde hair that fell to her mid back. In short, she was built like a BBW pornstar.

    Tammy closed her bedroom door, walked to her bathroom, and then immediately turned on the shower on. She jumped in, not even bothering with letting the water heat up. She wanted to get ready, and quick. She washed her body with fervor, making sure to get all the areas that she planned for Andy to have his mouth on—and his cock —in as thoroughly as she could.

    Once she was satisfied that she was as clean as she could be, she grabbed a razor and shaved her cunt bald. Even before her shower her pussy was soaking wet. But then again, it usually stayed that way, but now she was absolutely dripping. She pulled the fleshy lips apart to expose her engorged clit to the cascade of warm water coming from the shower head. A wave of pleasure let loose throughout her body, and she shivered in anticipation of things to come. Tammy Hobbs loved her clit; she loved it because was large, and it stuck out at least a half inch, and it was sensitive. So very sensitive…

    Tammy was out of the shower and dry in record time. She stood in front of her closet, looking for something to wear because she wanted to stand out; she wanted to make an impression with Andy so he would, hopefully, pay her some much needed attention. She decided on a pair of black hold-up stockings and black five inch heels. She quickly put them on and then stood in front of the mirror. Now, she really did look like a pornstar; a PAWG pornstar, and satisfied that she was going to blow Andy’s mind, she walked towards her daughter’s room.

    Tawny was stroking Andy’s cock while keeping her mouth on his head. She was sucking, bobbing and rolling her tongue around the bulbous head of Andy’s hard meat, only going down enough to take about an inch or so of his cock-shaft into her mouth. A mixture of spit, and precum collected around her lips as she slurped hard.

    *Click, click, click.*

    The sound of approaching heels.

    *Click, click, click.*

    Tawny looked up at Andy, who eyes were open wide. He heard them too. Her door opened with a flourish, and in walked her mom, clad in only thigh-highs and heels.

    Tawny, who was also now looking at her, glared at her mother and said in a whisper, “Ever the overachiever.”

    “Hope you saved some for me,” she said.

    Andy looked like it was his mother that had just walked in instead of Tawny’s. He sat up and stared at Tammy who was standing at the door looking like a pornslut. “What the fuck is going on,” he said aloud. The two women looked at each other and then back towards him. They smiled at him, but his look of confusion remained. Tammy approached, and got down onto the bed next to her daughter. Their faces were level, and to Andy’s utter shock, they both leaned forward and kissed, and not in the way a mother and daughter typically kissed. This was loud, sloppy, and passionate. He watched in disbelief as their tongues entwined. He heard wet, sucking sounds as Tammy started to suck on her daughter’s tongue, as if she were trying to get whatever precum that had accumulated in Tawny’s mouth. Tawny moaned, and then they each pulled away simultaneously.

    Tawny said, “I hope you’ve got a big load. Cuz’ now I guess I’ll be sharing it!”

    “Goddamn right, you will be,” Tammy said, taking Andy’s cock from Tawny and plunging her mouth all the way down on it. Andy watched in amazement as every inch of his cock disappeared into Tammy’s mouth, and down her throat. He was now at a peak of lust and sexuality that he had not known existed twenty minutes ago.

    “Get off of the bed and stand up,” Tawny ordered. She grabbed Andy’s hand and pulled him up. His cock plopped out of Tammy’s mouth and she groaned in disappointment. He got up off of the bed and onto wobbly legs. He fell back once, but then regained his balance—at least for the moment.

    “Come on mom. Let’s get on our knees in front of him so we can both suck his cock and lick his balls.”

    “Oh, fuck,” Andy said, knowing full well that he wouldn’t last five minutes in his current state of arousal.

    Tawny and Tammy got down in front of him, and they each took turns sucking and slurping on his cock, and his balls until every inch of his crotch was covered in thick trails of spit. They stopped only to make out, or they did both at the same time, each taking a side of his cock between their lips and then moving up and down his shaft in depraved harmony. And when their tongues connected at the tip of his cock head, they’d kiss.

    As each moment went by, and Andy got closer and closer to eminent release, the ladies, if one were willing to call them that, were now taking turns deep throating Andy. First, Tawny tried, and she managed to get two-thirds of his meat down her throat, but the she gagged and pulled back. A mixture of precum and saliva had formed a bridge between the head of his cock, and her lower lip, and she leaned forward to collect only to make an exaggerated gulping sound while looking directly into Andy’s eyes.

    Next, Tammy gave it a try, and she succeeded. Several times… Andy couldn’t take it anymore. He was on the verge of one of the most—if not the most powerful orgasms of his entire life. Tammy looked so hot with his cock buried to the hilt in her mouth. He looked further down at her swinging tits and stone-hard nipples. He tried to reach for one, but then he felt her tongue lick, and slather his balls while entire 7 ½ inches was lodged completely down her throat, and it finally drove him over the edge.

    “I’m getting close,” he said between labored breaths. “Oh fuck, I can’t hold back! Shit, here it comes!”

    Tawny had to push her mother away to get her mouth around his cock first as the first jet of Andy’s load shot out of his throbbing cock. Tammy, being the loving mother that she was, decided to let her have the first few shots of Andy’s cum. She latched onto his ball sack though, and sucked on it as if she could get some of his cum that way as torrent after copious torrent of Andy’s nut shot into Tawny’s hungry mouth. It quickly overflowed, and his seed fell onto Tammy’s cheek. She pulled back, and greedily moved his load into her mouth with her index finger, savoring its salty, masculine taste. Tawny was moaning as Andy shot more and more of his cum into her mouth. She was trying desperately to keep as much of it in her mouth as she could but there was just too much. She swallowed some of it, and she also let some dribble out of her mouth so her mother could have some as well.

    In total, six heavy blasts of cum flowed from Andy’s balls and into Tawny’s mouth, and when he was finally done, he pulled away so he could catch his breath. He fell back onto the bed in a sitting position so he could watch to see what was going to happen next. Tawny, who still had his cum in her mouth, opened up to show him what she’d managed to coax from his cock and balls. She looked over at Tammy who was licking her lips and hungrily awaiting Tawny’s incestuous, cum-filled kiss. Tawny and Tammy leaned in close once more, and then their mouths connected. ‘Holy fucking shit,’ Andy thought. ‘They’re sharing my cum! Christ, am I in a porno or something!’ He watched, mesmerized at the sight before him. Tammy and Tawny, mother and daughter that looked like they could’ve been sisters, were in the middle of a blasphemous embrace. Cum was dripping form their lips and onto their tits as they continued to kiss. Andy periodically heard gulping sounds as each woman swallowed what they could of his seed.

    “Oh my god that is so fucking hot,” said Andy, whose cock that was rapidly coming back to life from an incredibly brief refractory period.

    Finally, Tammy pulled away and looked at Andy. “Did you like that, sugar,” she asked, looking down at his cock while scooping remnants of his load from the corners of mouth. It was already hard again. Sucking sounds were coming from Tawny’s mouth. Andy looked down and saw that she’d latched onto her mother’s massive tit, sucking on it for all that she was worth while she shoveled all the cum that had fallen onto Tammy’s tit towards her needy, greedy mouth. She finally pulled away and then made contact with Andy, and then her mother.

    “He’s hard again already,” she said in a shocked tone. Her hand was over her mother’s, helping her stroke Andy’s 7 ½ inch cock.

    “What should we do with it now,” Tammy asked. She leaned in to kiss her daughter again. They frenched for a few moments and then Tawny pulled away. She made eye contact with her mom and then looked at Andy, and it looked to him that they were speaking without actually talking. Thy each smiled, and then looked back at Andy who was slowly stroking his slimy, spit-covered cock.

    V

    “Why did you yell out Hank’s name,” asked Hayley, who was walking into her mother’s room and towards the bed. She sat down, tucking one leg under the other, giving Lena a perfect view of her daughter’s hairless, 17 year old pussy.

    “Well honey,” Lena gulped, “I guess Mommy just got a little carried away in her fantasies and well…”

    “You mean you were fantasizing about Hank,” Hayley interrupted.

    “Honey, I’m not sure if we should be talking about this.”

    “But you said that we could talk to you about anything,” Hayley retorted. There was a gleam of curiosity in her eyes, and Lena knew that she wasn’t going to be able to dodge the question for very long, so she might as well clear the air with her daughter, and tell her about her mother’s lascivious imaginings.

    “Hayley… You know that I love you and Hank very much. And I would never do anything to hurt either one of you. But lately, I’ve been having these… Thoughts…” She paused, and then looked at her daughter. Hayley was looking at her intensely. Lena looked down at her teenage daughter’s thin, spaghetti-strap top. It was thin. So thin that Hayley’s hard nipples could easily be made out by Lena’s hungry eyes.

    “What kind of thoughts, Mom,” asked Hayley, who was following her mother’s eyes to see what they were looking at so intensely. ‘Is she staring at my tits,’ Hayley asked herself.

    Lena took in a deep, nervous breath and exhaled. “I’ve been having…improper thoughts about the two of you. Thoughts that I’m ashamed of having. Thoughts that I should not be having. It’s just… Well…” Lena stopped again. “It’s just that it’s been so long since I’ve had a lover that I could enjoy and be with that… Well, I guess my mind is wandering to those who are closest to me. You and Hank… I’m sorry I’m such a terrible mother.”

    “I don’t think that you’re a terrible mother. In fact…” It was Hayley’s turn to pause. “Well…” She cleared her throat.

    “Just say it sweetheart. You can tell me anything.”

    “Ok,” Hayley said, pausing once more. “I’ve also had some fantasies about Hank too.” She stopped, and then looked to her mother to see what her reaction would be. Acceptance… “I’ve also thought about you too.”

    Hayley put her head down and looked at the floor. It was her turn to feel ashamed. She wondered if she’d said too much; or gone too far. It’d seemed like an hour since she had said what she had said, even though it was probably less than thirty seconds. But her mother had still said nothing to her.

    “Do you think I’m a freak mom,” she asked in a meek tone.

    “I don’t honey! Not at all! To be honest, I’m kind of glad that you admitted that because I was starting to think that there was something seriously wrong with me!”

    “I don’t think so, Mom. I just think that you’re horny, and you’re looking for affection and attention. Attention that I know daddy never gave you.”

    “You’re right honey but, this isn’t your problem. And even though you and I share similar fantasies, you shouldn’t have heard me earlier.”

    “What’s the hurt, Mom? We’re both reasonable people. And I’m almost 18 so it’s not like I’m a kid or anything. Plus, I’ve had sex before. With guys and girls, so it’s not like any of this is new to me.”

    “What are you saying Hayley,” asked Lena, who was starting to feel her juices drip from her cunt and onto the bed.

    “I’m saying that if we’re both conscious enough of our fantasies, and open enough to admit to each other that we have such fantasies, why then should we not be able to explore and enjoy those fantasies?”

    “I see the debate team has certainly paid off young lady,” Lena said, cracking a smile.

    Hayley chuckled and said, “Yeah, I guess so.”

    Lena and Hayley did not speak again for some time. They just stared into each other’s eyes, and tried to figure what the other was thinking. Hayley, who was bolder than her mother by far, moved closer to her while simultaneous untucking her leg. This gave Lena a better view of her pussy, but it was still dark in the room.

    “Why don’t you turn on the light,” Hayley asked, and Lena reached over and switched on the lamp that sat on the nightstand. The light blinded her momentarily but when her eyes adjusted, her eyes fell to her daughter’s crotch, which was now completely unobstructed, and visibly moist. Lena involuntarily licked her lips at the sight of her daughter’s puffy pussy. It looked so fresh; like she’d just shaved it only moments ago. Lena wanted to reach for it; wanted to feel the heat that she knew was emanating from it.

    “Do you like what you see, Mom,” Hayley asked, scooting even closer.

    Lena gulped and muttered, “Yes.”

    “You can touch it if you want,” Hayley said as she casually spread her legs even further apart.

    “Oh my god,” Lena gasped. “We should not be doing this!”

    Hayley looked into her mother’s eyes, and she could see the lust burning in them. “Why not, Mom? Why can’t we do this? We’re both consenting—“

    “Hayley, you’re 17.”

    “I’m old enough to know that I want to do this,” Hayley said, and then leaned forward, taking her mother’s lips with her own. They parted almost instantly, and they both began to gently make out, as new lovers would.

    “We can’t be doing this,” Lena declared as she pulled away from her daughter, who took the brief intermission as an opportunity to remove her shirt.

    “We can, Mom! I want to, and…” She stopped and moved her fingers under the covers so she could press them against her mother’s dripping cunt. “And from the feel of your wet pussy, you want to too.”

    Lena was helpless. Her daughter was right. She did want this. She wanted to taste Hayley—for Hayley to taste her. She was beyond arousal, and too far gone to stop herself, or her 17 year old daughter. Leaning forward, she brought her lips to her daughter’s once more and they kissed. They were gentle at first, but when Hayley’s arms wrapped around Lena’s body, they both scooted closer to each other to the point that Lena’s own daughter was now laying on top of her. She could feel her teenage hands make beelines for Lena’s B cups that were presently capped with nipples hard enough to cut diamonds with.

    “Oh,” she sighed. “That feels so good Hayley.

    “I knew you’d like this,” Hayley said as she pinched her mom’s left nipple. It was the same nipple that she’d sucked on so many years ago, and she was getting ready to do it again.
    Electricity shot through Lena the minute her daughter’s tongue connected with her rock hard nipple. She let out an involuntary moan of pleasure, and her hand made its way to the back of her daughter’s head, pushing her further into her chest. She could hear sucking noises, and she was already on the verge of cumming.

    “Oh god, don’t stop, Hayley,” Lena begged, and her pleading was only greeted with moans as Hayley sucked, and chewed away on her nipple.

    Finally, Hayley pulled away from her mother nipple and said, “Get on your back.” Lena complied, quickly laying down. Hayley shifted her body until her hairless, 17 year old cunt was directly above her mother’s quivering lips. It hit Lena, right then and there, that she was about to 69 with her own daughter. She had never been more turned on in her entire life.

    “Oh fuck,” Lena yelled out in a guttural moan as her daughter’s lips connected to her hardened clit. She grabbed onto Hayley’s hips, and pushed them down until her face was flush with the bare lips of her daughter’s sex. She stuck her tongue out, tasting her for the first time. She tasted too feminine, so fresh. She fell in love immediately, and started to lap at her daughter’s pussy, causing Hayley to moan onto her mother’s clit.

    It took mere seconds for Lena to cum on her daughter’s face, and Hayley did her best to lap up every ounce of creamy female cum that her mother had to offer while continuing to hum on her clit. Hayley was also on the verge of a massive orgasm. Her mother definitely knew what she was doing, and the simple fact that her mother was between her legs, eating her cunt, only added to the taboo of what happening.

    “Oh god, Mommy! Make me cum! You’re tongue feels so good on my clit! Please don’t stop!”

    Lena did not say anything. Instead, she continued eating out her daughter’s cunt until finally, a rush of teenage pussy juice washed over her face, and into her mouth. She was shocked by the volume at first, but did her best to take as much of her essence into her mouth as possible while listening to her only daughter scream in ecstasy.

    “Oh my god that felt so fucking good,” Hayley gasped, rolling off of her mother. “Where did you learn to eat pussy so good Mom?”

    “I should ask you the same thing,” Lena replied, wiping her daughter’s excess juices from her face.

    They both sat up on the bed, still reeling from what had just happened. Regret had not yet set in for either of them, but each hoped that it would not set in at all. What they’d just done felt so natural; like it was meant to happen.

    Hayley turned over, and curled up next to her mother. “Thank you, Mommy,” she said, in a tone reminiscent of when she was younger.

    “Thank you,” Lena replied.

    They shared one more loving, passionate kiss, and their tongues mingled together as if they’d been doing so for years. They held each other as lovers would after a passionate session of lovemaking. Lena brought her lips to Hayley’s forehead, and kissed it gently. Shortly after, they both drifted off to sleep.

    VI

    “Oh god, yes, fuck me just like that! I’m gonna cum again! Shit Andy, you’re going to make me cum all over you cock again,” Tawny screamed as she rode him, bareback and cowgirl style. Her Mom, Tammy, was sitting on his face which, in turn, made moans into muffled, grunting noises that were vibrating against her clit as he ate her bald cunt for all he was worth.

    “He eats it so good Tawny,” Tammy moaned. He’s making my pussy drool with his mouth. I’m close already! Are you close baby?”

    “Yes Mommy,” Tawny said in a tone that Andy had never heard her speak in before. She sounded like a little girl. “I’m getting really close!” Her up and down motions on his cock started to increase in both speed and intensity. She was now slamming her pussy down onto his cock; impaling herself with it.

    “Cum with me, Tawny,” Tammy moaned, and she leaned in to kiss her own daughter. “Mhmm, mhmm, mhmm, mhmm,” she moaned into her mouth.

    Andy felt Tawny’s pussy tighten around him, and then a sudden rush of fluids bathe his cock with orgasmic fury. He felt her cunt muscles milk him, and he could feel that it was getting to be his turn to be close. Only thing is that he didn’t know if Tawny was on the pill or not, and that, for a moment, scared the shit out of him. His thoughts of pregnancy were quickly dismissed by a second rush of juices; this time, from Tammy. Creamy girl cum oozed out of her cunt as she moaned into her daughter’s mouth with lustful abandon. It drove Andy over the edge. He felt his balls tighten and swell. Moaning into Tammy’s cunt, he released jet after jet of cum into Tawny’s pussy. He felt Tawny’s pussy clench around his cock once more.

    “Fuck, Mommy, I’m cumming again,” Tawny screamed.

    “Me too, baby! I don’t know what that pretty pussy of yours is doing to his cock, but it sure is making me moan right on my clit!”

    Andy felt another sudden rush of female juices cover his face, and for a second, he was worried that he may not get a chance to breathe. The rest of his orgasm retook control of him, and he felt almost as if he were cumming a second time. He continued to let out deep, guttural groans into Tammy’s hairless pussy, and she kept grinding it against his mouth. He was on cloud nine at this point; a place that he’d never been with another person. But now, here he was. Not only there, but with two gorgeous BBWs that just so happened to be mother and daughter.

    A minute later, all three lie on the bed with Andy in the middle. Each were desperately trying to catch their breath. Andy was the first, and when he finally managed a, “That was amazing,” both women giggled.

    “Thank you,” they both said simultaneously, and still out of breath. “But we’re not done with you yet.”

    “Well, I kinda figured,” Andy replied. “I mean, my cock is probably gonna be hard again in another ten minutes or so.”

    “Well, my pussy is going to need a break after the fucking that you just gave me,” Tawny said, still half-breathless. “But, I’m sure Momma would be more than happy to take over.”

    “I sure would, sugar,” she said, running her long, red fingernails against Andy’s cock. Shivers radiated from his spine, and he felt chill bumps from her touch. “But we should probably give this thing a lil’ rest. No point in pumping all that juice out of those big balls so quickly when we got all day.”

    A brief moment of clarity to over Andy, and he sat up on the bed, and surveyed his surroundings. Tawny’s bedroom was neatly kept, and in spite of the queen size mattress being on the floor, the room was tastefully decorated. Definitely not what he’d expected, Andy thought. He got up off of the bed and stretched his sinewy body, while looking down at the women that he’d just fucked. They both looked so fucking hot. Blonde, big tits and asses, and plump bald pussies that drip for his cock. What else could he possibly want for?

    “Would you mind if I got a glass of water,” Andy asked.

    “Sure baby,” Tammy said with all the southern hospitality of a belle in heat. “The glasses are in the cupboard to the left of the sink.”

    “Thank you,” Andy said, walking out of the bedroom, through the den, and into the kitchen. He looked where Tammy had told him he would find the glasses, and he pulled one out. He filled it with water and put the glass to his mouth. It was empty in less than twenty seconds. He poured another glass, and then gulped it down. After pouring a third, he took it back into the bedroom to see of Tawny and Tammy wanted anything to drink. When he waked into the room though, hydration became the last thing on his mind.

    Tawny lie on her back on the bed with Tammy between her legs. He could hear a slurping sound as she cleaned her daughter’s pussy of his cum. His cock started to harden back to full staff at the sight of Tammy’s round ass sticking out, and inviting him to come and penetrate her succulent, juicy cunt. Her pussy looked so fat between her thighs, and her clit stood out at least a half inch. He got on the bed and leaned down to give it a gently lick. Tammy jerked, and lifted her head up.

    “No sugar,” she said in a husky tone. “I don’t want you mouth. I want your cock in me.”

    Andy brought his head up from Tammy sopping cunt, and he moved his abdomen closer to her rear end. He positioned his cock at the entrance of her pussy, and he pushed in slowly. He heard Tammy suck in a breath, and say into Tawny’s cunt, “Fuck that feels good!” Andy pushed in further until he was balls deep inside of her. She was not as tight as her daughter, but she still had a more than enjoyable cunt. He slowly pulled his cock from her pussy, and then slowly pushed it back in, teasing her, and enticing her to beg him for more.

    “Don’t tease me darlin’! Give me the fuckin’ you gave my baby girl,” she groaned, but Andy did not listen. Instead he continued his slow, rhythmic, penetrative movements. She moaned, and to Andy’s surprise she said, “Put one of your fingers in my ass, darlin’! Get it good and ready for your cock.”

    Involuntarily, Andy’s hips started to move faster, and faster, in and out of Tammy, and his thumb, which had been lubricated with pussy juice, was now knuckle deep into her tight pucker. Tammy started to buck, and push herself into him as hard as she could. Andy tried to remain in control, but it was no use. He was so intoxicated by the raw taboo, and sexuality of the moment, that he’d a done anything at this point if they’d only asked.

    After a few moments of slow, deep fucking that was steadily increasing in both speed and ferocity on Andy’s part, Tammy whimpered, “Put your cock in my ass darlin’! Please fuck my ass!” Quickly, she moved away from him and off of the bed, and with clicking heels, she left the bedroom.

    “Where’s she goin’,” Andy asked as Tawny turned around until her face was directly under his swollen cock and balls.

    “You’ll see,” she said, and then she took his shaft into her mouth and sucked. He shivered, and said, “You know, I really like that she’s wearing thigh highs. The heels are pretty hot too.” He grabbed onto her tits, pinching her nipples gently while she worked on his cock.

    Tawny pulled his cock out of her mouth and said, “Oh yeah? Well maybe me and Mommy can put on a little fashion show for ya’ after while.”

    “I’d like that,” Andy said as he watched contentedly while his cock disappeared once more into Tawny’s wet, warm mouth. Then he heard the sound of clicking heels coming back into the room.

    “Here,” Tammy said, as if in a rush. She threw a tube at him and said, “Slather this on your cock and then rub some on my asshole. Tawny, you stay the way you are cuz’ I’m gonna eat you out while Andy fucks my ass.”

    “Yes ma’am,” Tawny said with subservience in her voice. She took one more long pull of his cock, and then waited for her mother to sit on her face.

    Tammy positioned herself just as she was before she’d left. The only difference was that her daughter was under her instead of in front of her, and her mouth was already licking furiously at the inside of her thighs. “Now Andy…” Tammy paused for effect. “I want you to put your cock up my ass and fuck me darlin’. And I want you to fuck my ass good!”

    Andy needed to hear nothing else. He positioned his lubed cock against the tight ring of Tammy’s forbidden hole, and he pressed forward, slightly at first. He felt a faint, popping sensation, and he watched the head of his cock disappear into her fleshy ring. A shiver ran through him at the sensation of fucking a woman’s ass for the first time in his young life.

    “That’s it, baby,” Tammy moaned. “Put that fat cock up my tight ass. Put it all in me! Shove it in me! I want to feel you stretch my slutty ass while Tawny eats my cunt!”

    Doing what he was told, Andy thrust all 7 ½ inches of his rigid cock deep into Tammy’s bowels while her very own daughter, Tawny, ate her out. She screamed out loud in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Her back arched, and her long, damp, blonde locks seemed to shoot straight up, and then fall onto her back. Andy pulled out of her, fearing that he’d hurt her but Tammy yelled, “What are you doing? Put your cock back up my fucking ass and fuck me! God please fuck me!”

    Andy pushed the head back up against her pucker once more, and he thrust forward; this time, meeting less resistance, until finally, all of his cock was up this MILF’s tight ass all over again. He grabbed onto her hips and started to fuck her, slowly at first, but his pace quickened as Tammy urges to fuck her harder became more forceful, and loud. She was yelling at him; cursing at him to fuck her like the filthy whore that she was. It turned Andy on so much that he thought he was going to bust his nut right then and there. He hoped that she was close. He got his answer when he felt the sudden gush of juices pour out of her cunt, then he felt her ass spasm around his cock. Cum boiled up and out of his cock as he shot his load, for the first time, deep into a woman’s ass. The sensation was so different from a pussy. It was as if there was a tight, fleshy ring, sliding up and down his cock as he shot into her.

    “That’s it, Andy! Fill my ass with your cum. Fuck it feels good, baby,” Tammy moaned while riding Tawny’s face.

    Andy felt her shudder once more and then his spent cock fell out of her with a resounding “pop.” He was totally spent, and so were Tawny and Tammy. Tammy quickly got off of Tawny though, and made her way to the bathroom to wash off, and wash out his deposit. Andy followed, and she handed him a wet rag. “This’ll do until we can get a shower together sugar! Then I’ll make damn sure that every inch of you is clean!”

    Andy watched Tammy’s JJ tits jiggle as she washed herself so thoroughly. He was mesmerized, and Tammy saw the glazed over look in his eyes. She jiggled her tits even more for him and asked, “Like what you see big boy?”

    “Yes,” Andy said with a raspy tone.

    “Then you gonna have to pay more attention to them next time! I just love havin’ my big ole’ titties sucked on while I’m riding a big dick!”