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Kyle and his women lounged in the palace of Aaliyah’s family unaware that the Unbound have infiltrate it.

Battered Lamp
by mypenname3000
Chapter Thirty: Betrayal of the Father
Copyright 2015

Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this.

Cast of Characters

Main Characters

Kyle Unmei Jr.: Half-Japanese/Half-Kurdish owner of Aaliyah and wielder of Earthbones. Poisoned by Burke as they fought.

Aaliyah Unmei: A Jann sent to marry the prophesied savior of the Djinn. Kyle’s First Wife. Reunited with Kyle.

Fatima Unmei : Kyle’s younger sister and wife, wielder of Fireheart.

Christy Unmei nee Leonardson: Kyle’s long-time girlfriend turned third wife. A witch who follows Ishtar and wields Shadowedge.

Fumi Unmei nee Nakamura: Kyle’s fourth wife. A succubus-like Yuki-onna and wielder of Windfeather. She is blind.

Britney Kingston: Kyle’s best friend since elementary school. She is a Rakshasa and has sworn to defend Kyle. She is a hermaphrodite and has claimed Phillipa as her mate. Wielder of Waterclaw.

Enemies

Sultan Rashid ibn al-Marid: The despotic ruler of the Djinn and leader of the Marid clan. Wants Aaliyah dead to thwart the prophecy.

Hecate: The Dark Goddess that both Ms. Franklin and Burke served. Sent a familiar to seize Faiza’s soul when she died. Hecate has possessed Faiza.

Faiza Unmei: Kyle and Fatima’s widowed mother. Killed by Burke. Her soul was stolen by a familiar of Hecate. Resurrected by Hecate as an instrument of the Dark Goddess’s vengeance against Kyle. Hecate has possessed Faiza.

Makerah: An Unbound Marid, a Djinn that has violated the Laws of his people and escaped punishment through a dark ritual. A servant of Sultan Rashid and his son. Ordered to hunt down Aaliyah and Zaritha and kill them.

Aljihm: An Unbound Ifrit and servant of Sultan Rashid. Ordered to hunt down Aaliyah and Zaritha and kill them. Allied with Khiana. Together, they have infiltrated Khoshilat Maqandeli to kill Kyle and Aaliyah.

Aalizunah: An Unbound Si’lat and servant of Sultan Rashid. Ordered to hunt down Aaliyah and Zaritha and kill them. Slain by Britney.

Jowdah: An Unbound Ghul and servant of Sultan Rashid. Killed by Zaritha.

Khiana: An Unbound Jann. Once a bitter rival to Sultan Rashid but now a servant of the Sultan. Ordered to hunt down Aaliyah and Zaritha and kill them. Revealed to be Aaliyah’s father. He has killed his son, Sihab to regain control of the Jann and attack the unsuspecting Kyle.

Ms. Franklin: The deceased servant of Burke and leader of the coven. Also known as Celestite.

Principal Burke: The identity assumed by Alphonse of Toulouse, a nine-hundred-year-old knight. A warlock serving Hecate. Killed by Kyle.

Concubines

Chyna Unmei nee Coel: Kyle’s first concubine. Ms. Franklin cast a spell on Kyle and Chyna, forcing them into a slave/master relationship.

Shannon Unmei nee Coel: Chyna’s hot mom and Kyle’s second concubine.

Alexina Unmei nee Kendrick: Blonde concubine.

Carla Unmei nee Tyler: Redhead concubine.

Antoinette “Toni” Unmei nee Buckley: Cheerleader concubine.

Daniella “Ms. Capello” Unmei nee Capello: Kyle’s English teacher and concubine.

Lois Unmei nee Smilingfox: A lesbian Domme that serves Kyle as a concubine.

Ann Unmei nee Weaver: Fatima’s friend and strawberry-blonde hair.

Kayleah Unmei nee Peterson: Fatima’s bleached blonde concubine and former rival.

Teleisia Unmei nee Otis: Aaliyah’s African American concubine.

Phillipa Kingston nee Stoddard: Former member of Ms. Franklin’s coven where she was known as Jade. Captured by Britney, Phillipa submitted to Britney and became her mate, discovering that she is a masochist.

Mindy Unmei nee Stoneking: A nurse at the hospital where Fatima is sick and Kyle’s newest concubine.

Sable Unmei nee Purcell: Also known as Tourmaline, she was a member of Ms. Franklin’s witch coven. While fighting with Christy, she was hit by a Love Elemental’s attack and now completely loves Christy.

Zaritha Unmei: An Ifrit serving the despotic ruler of the Djinn and sent to kill Aaliyah. After saving Aaliyah, she now serves Kyle as a faithful concubine.

Other Characters

Shiekh Umar ibn al-Jann: Aaliyah’s father. Believed dead, but really he became the Unbound Jann Kihana. Murder his son and heir to trap Kyle and kill his daughter Aaliyah.

Ishtar: The Goddess of Magic Christy, Sable, and Phillipa now serve.

Sarai: The daughter of Rashid. She is angry at her father and helps Kyle, pledging the Marid’s support to his rule if he overthrows Rashid.

Friday, January 29th – Khoshilat Maqandeli, the Hidden Realm

“You have to work those hips more,” Aaliyah said. “Like this.”

Kyle lounged on the soft bed in the spacious quarters Sihab, Aaliyah’s brother and the ruler of the Jann, had provided last night. Gauzy, yellow curtains hung from between the arches that separated the rooms from the lush gardens of the harem. Ms. Capello and Shannon were pressed on either side of him, their heavy, milk-laden breasts in easy reach of Kyle’s mouth. The other concubines lounged about, giggling and laughing, watching as Aaliyah taught Fatima and Christy how to belly dance.

All three women wore silk pantaloons—yellow for Aaliyah, red for Fatima, and black for Christy. The flesh of their thighs bled through the fabric whenever the loose clothing touched their skin. All three were topless, Christy’s amber pendant flashing between her pale tits, and they had colorful shawls draped over their hair and silk veils across their faces, leaving their flashing eyes exposed.

Kyle’s cock stirred as Aaliyah’s hips swayed, her pantaloons barely hanging on to the curves of her hips. Her breasts swayed and jiggled as her hips popped side-to-side. Fatima tried to copy her, but she had a slimmer body and her hips didn’t seem to cooperate.

“That’s good, Christy,” Aaliyah praised as Christy’s hips came close to matching the fluid grace of Aaliyah’s movements. Christy’s round breasts, topped with pink nipples, bounced about.

“Very good,” Kyle leered, his cock throbbing hard.

“Not fair,” groused Fatima. “They have hips. I’m as flat as a boy!”

“You’re beautiful,” Kayleah, Fatima’s bleached blonde concubine, praised.

“Ugh, this isn’t for me.” Fatima glanced at the garden, then shot Kyle a look. “You’re not even watching me, big bro.”

“Sorry,” Kyle said, pulling his eyes from Christy’s hips. “It’s so interesting to watch them.”

Christy shuffled forward, hers hips undulating as she neared the bed. Kyle’s eyes drifted back to her, mesmerized by her beauty. Aaliyah stood beside her, the dusky beauty even more graceful. His cock throbbed hard, rising fully erect.

“Someone’s excited,” purred Fumi. “I can smell it.” Fumi lounged on a tasseled pillow in green silks, Toni and Alexina cuddled up to her. She had declined the invitation to learn to belly dance.

“I’m going outside. I can’t compete with them,” moaned Fatima. “Besides, the sun looks refreshing.”

“Didn’t you get enough sun yesterday?” Fumi groaned.

“Nope! And I’m tired of waiting on the Jann,” Kyle’s sister complained. “We’ve been up for an hour. Shouldn’t they have summoned us?”

Kyle groaned as Shannon’s hand found his cock, her wet nipple brushing his cheek. He turned his head, his eyes still focused on his dancing wives, and sucked warm milk from her heavy breast into his lips. He loved this addition Christy gave Shannon and Ms. Capello when she enhanced all the concubines. The MILF’s milk was sweet, with a faint, melon flavor, and he loved the way it coated his throat when swallowed.

“Ann, Kayleah, let’s enjoy the outdoors.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Ann said, rising up with Kayleah. They, like the other concubines, were swaddled in purple silk vests and pantaloons.

“I’ll come along,” Fumi said, standing up. I can feel a nice breeze coming from out there.”

“Have fun,” Kyle called out. Fumi, accompanied by Toni and Alexina, joined Aaliyah and her concubines, slipping through the curtains to enjoy the vast gardens.

“Do you want to join them, Aaliyah?” purred Christy, Aaliyah’s dusky hands roaming across Christy’s pale flesh.

“I think I’d rather play with you and our husband.”

“Good,” Christy moaned, her hips swaying faster as Aaliyah pressed into her back. Dusky hands groped Christy’s pale breasts, sliding up to pinch her hard nipples, rolling them between dusky fingers. Kyle’s cock throbbed.

“He’s excited,” Ms. Capello purred.

“I can see that,” Christy sighed. Aaliyah’s hands drifted down Christy’s pale stomach, pushing her black pantaloons off her hips, the silk falling down to the floor. Christy gasped as Aaliyah’s fingers pressed into the trimmed, brown curls covering her pussy.

“Christy’s very excited, my love,” Aaliyah laughed, thrusting a pair of fingers into Christy’s depths.

“So excited,” moaned the witch. Her hips found that graceful sway Aaliyah’s possessed as the Genie fingered her pussy. “Oh, yes, Aaliyah!”

Shannon and Ms. Capello’s hands stroked Kyle’s cock, sliding up his shaft, teasing him with their fingers. Both concubines pressed their wet pussies into his hips, humping him, sighing in pleasure. Milk leaked from their nipples and Kyle sucked from both, savoring the slightly different flavors.

“Keep stirring me up,” Christy moaned. “Oh, Aaliyah! Your touch is wonderful.”

“Our husband is watching,” Aaliyah moaned, her lips pressing into Christy’s ear. “Cum for him. Show him how beautiful you are.”

“Oh, yes!” she groaned. “I’m so beautiful. Make me cum!”

Christy bucked in Aaliyah’s arms, her pale breasts jiggling. The shawl and veil slipped from her head as she thrashed. Bliss burned in her expression. Her body flushed as she cried out her orgasm. Kyle groaned, loving the sight of her.

“Now please our husband,” Aaliyah told her, pulling her fingers out.

Christy stumbled forward, falling onto her knees on the bed. Her curly, brown hair spilled around her breasts as she crawled forward to Kyle, a hungry gleam in her hazel eyes. Her hard nipples brushed his chest, her hair caressed him like silk, and then her lips were on his. He moaned into her kiss, sharing Shannon and Ms. Capello’s milk with her.

“Delicious,” she purred, leaning back and rising up on her legs. The concubines guided Kyle’s cock to the folds of her pussy, finding her hot hole. She sank down on him, her hot flesh engulfing him. Kyle groaned, her hips twisting, performing her belly dance again, stirring pleasure through him.

“Fuck, Christy.”

“Do you like my hot, tight pussy on your dick,” she groaned, rising up ever so slow, her hips swirling about. And then she lowered herself down his shaft.

Kyle shuddered as her flesh slowly engulfed him again. “Yes! Always.”

The concubines humped against him faster, gasping and groaning, their pussies growing hotter on his hips as Christy rode him. Her breasts jiggled and bounced, perky with her youth. She sighed every time she bottomed out on him, grinding her little clit into her dark pubic hair.

“She is gorgeous,” Aaliyah purred, pressing up behind Christy, wrapping her dusky arms around the pale woman.

“She’s perfect,” Kyle groaned. “All of you are.”

“Thank you,” Christy purred.

“That’s sweet, Master,” moaned Shannon in his ear.

“She is an angel,” sighed Ms. Capello.

Aaliyah licked and sucked at Christy’s neck as the witch rode Kyle. He loved the sight of those dusky hands roaming across her body. Kyle groaned, the pleasure growing at the tip of his cock, his hips thrusting up, harder into her wonderful sheathe.

“That’s it! Ride me harder, Christy! Give it to me!”

Christy moaned, her hips moving faster. She licked her lips, shuddering as Aaliyah’s fingers pinched and rolled her nipples. Her pussy tightened on Kyle’s cock, squeezing him when she rose up, trying to draw his cum out.

“Fuck, Christy! You’re amazing.”

“So are you! Cum in me! Give me your seed!” Her eyes looked down at him. “I haven’t taken my birth control in a week. Make a baby in me!”

Kyle groaned, picturing her stomach round and pregnant. His cock twitched and his pleasure exploded out of him. He groaned, pressing back into the pillows, pulling both concubines tight against him as he sent pulse after pulse of his fecund cum into her pussy.

“Kyle! That’s it! Knock me up!” Christy shuddered. Her pussy convulsed about his cock. She arched back into Aaliyah’s embrace as she came.

“So beautiful,” moaned the Genie. “Accept our husband’s seed.”

“I am!” she moaned.

“Knock her up, Master!” gasped Shannon. “Put a baby in all our bellies!” Her pussy ground hard into his groin, and she shuddered and gasped as she came.

Christy collapsed onto Kyle’s chest, her small breasts brushing him. He kissed her, pulling his arms from his concubines to hold his wife. Shannon sprawled out next to him, panting hard while Aaliyah and Ms. Capello writhed together, tribbing their pussies, both women eager to cum as well.

“That was a beautiful dance,” Kyle whispered in Christy’s ear. “Thanks for sharing it.”

“You forgave me,” she whispered back. “I’ll do anything for you. I love you, Kyle.”

He stroked up her back and she shivered. “I’ve loved you since the day I laid eyes on you.”

Aaliyah cried out her climax next to them, and Ms. Capello moaned like a banshee, shaking the bed as she thrashed in bliss. Christy giggled, watching the women cum. Kyle closed his eyes, enjoying the blissful afterglow, and held onto his wife.

“Are they ever going to come and summon us for the war council?” Britney asked, stepping in from a side room.

“Why don’t you go and find out what is taking so long,” Kyle groaned. “Sihab did say he wanted an early meeting.”

“My brother was quite slothful,” laughed Aaliyah.

“Still, the day is wearing on,” Britney pointed out.

Chyna stepped into the room. “Sihab’s Vizier and Chief Eunuch are here, Master. They request an audience.”

“Aaliyah, I wish we were all presentable.”

Kyle found himself wearing white, silken pantaloons and an open vest. Unlike the women’s clothing, his silks weren’t thin and sheer. He stood up, Aaliyah and Christy standing on either side of them, fully clothed in yellow and black silks, their shawls and veils in place. They did look so sexy dressed like that.

Two Jann entered. Sayid the Vizier was bent with age, his hair and beard white as snow. Yellow robes draped his bony body, though his eyes were piercing as a hawk. The Chief Eunuch was his opposite, a muscular brute, wearing only pantaloons, his dark-brown body oiled.

“Aaliyah, your brother requests a private meeting before the war counsel,” the Chief Eunuch announced.

“About what?” Kyle asked.

“That is between her and her brother.”

“I would love to talk to my sweet brother,” Aaliyah smiled.

The Eunuch nodded.

“Take Carla, Missy, and Teleisia,” Kyle ordered her.

“Nothing will happen in my brother’s palace,” she whispered. Kyle gave her a look, and she smiled, nodding her head. “I will be accompanied by my handmaidens,” Aaliyah told the hulking eunuch.

“Your brother said alone.”

Aaliyah tilted her head. “It would be improper for a Sultana to go anywhere without her handmaidens.”

The Chief Eunuch frowned before sighing and nodding his head.

“And you’re here to take me to the war counsel?” Kyle asked the Vizier.

“I am, worthy master,” he said, giving a bow. “Though you should leave your women behind. This is a matter for men.”

“I never go anywhere without at least one beautiful woman at my side,” Kyle grinned. “And Britney is my chief adviser, so she will need to be with me.”

“But she is a woman.”

Britney let out a growl at the contempt in the old man’s voice. She pushed down the blue pantaloons she wore, exposing her cock. “Does this get me in?”

The old man blinked. “Er, I guess it does.”

Britney nodded. “Ms. Capello, Shannon, and Chyna will come along. Kyle does need constant feminine companionship or he’s no use at all.”

“They will have to wait outside the chambers. Unless they have…” The Vizier’s eyes fell on Britney’s cock, the old man swallowing.

“Fine,” Kyle sighed. How long will it take to convince the Genies that women could contribute as much as men?

“Zaritha will come as well. She knows the working of Rashid’s court better than anyone.” Kyle fixed the Vizier with a steady gaze. “So she will join us in the counsel.” His voice was hard. Kyle knew he would have to shape the Genie slowly, allow them to accept his changes gradually, but he needed Zaritha’s input. Kyle fixed his eyes on the Vizier, dominating the man like he would a submissive woman, forcing the old man to concede.

The Vizier bent before his strength. “Very well. Follow me.”

Kyle’s group followed the Vizier, turning right as Aaliyah followed the Chief Eunuch deeper into the apartments, the three concubines trailing after her. Aaliyah would be safe. Those three were far more deadly than they appeared.

Besides, nothing will happen here. This is Aaliyah’s home. And the Jann have already pledged to support me against the Marid. But he had almost lost her twice. He was never going to let her go anywhere without guards if he wasn’t with her. They had too many enemies now.

The halls of the Jann’s palace were made of polished, brown stones of various hues. Their slippered feet swished down the hall. Kyle wasn’t a fan of the slippers, but he was trying to fit in and adopted the Genie’s garb. If he was going to rule them, he needed to appear like them, to make the transition easier to accept.

It was Britney’s advice.

She stalked next to him, her dagger tucked into the waistband of her pantaloons. Britney’s body moved with her predatory grace. Zaritha strode at his other side, the Ifrit wrapped in red silks, her hips undulating with her own, deadly grace.

The war room was built of sapphire crystal, standing at odds with the brown stone hallway. Sapphire blocked the Genie’s telepathy and scrying powers. It would be private in there. No communication in and out. Flanking the entrance were a pair of the homunculi made of compressed dust, guarding the door, each holding a wicked-looking polearm. Kyle thought it might be some type of halberd, with the ax-like blade.

The doors opened and the vizier bowed, holding his arms out to his side and ushering Kyle to enter. “Stay out of trouble,” Kyle grinned at his three concubines. “I’ll try to convince them to let you in.”

“We’ll be fine, Master,” Ms. Capello smiled, her eyes flashing above her purple veil.

Kyle stepped in, followed by Britney and Zaritha. A long, wooden table set in the middle, pillows strewn about it. Maps of the Hidden Realm were unfurled upon it between plates of dates and other delicacies Kyle didn’t recognize. Lanterns burning fragrant oil lit the sapphire room. Four more homunculi stood in the four corners of the room as still as statues.

“Where is everyone?” Kyle asked, turning to the Vizier.

The doors closed with a boom. The Vizier didn’t follow them into the room.

Britney hissed and ripped out her dagger, her face striped with black. “There is a male Ifrit in here! He stinks of sulfur.”

Fire blossomed and a blackened figure appeared at the far end of the room as the homunculi came to life. Kyle summoned his sword as Zaritha burst into flames.

“Aljihm,” Zaritha groaned.

“Fuck,” Kyle muttered. One of Rashid’s Unbound was here. His wives were in danger, and he couldn’t communicate with Aaliyah through the sapphire.

We walked right into it! Kyle’s sword flashed into his hand. He shouted, and leaped to attack.

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“It’s so beautiful here,” Fatima gushed as she tramped through the garden, her breasts naked and warm in the sunlight. “Take off those tops,” she commanded her two concubines. “Let’s enjoy this place thoroughly.

“You’re in a great mood,” Ann smiled, slipping off the silk vest she wore to expose her budding, pale breasts. Her nipples hardened beneath Fatima’s hungry gaze.

“Look at these flowers, Mistress,” Kayleah smiled, her breasts swaying as she leaned over to pluck a flower from the ground and brought it up to her nose, taking a slow inhale. “Delightful.”

Fatima walked up and took the flower, tucking it behind Kayleah’s ear. She stroked her concubine’s bleached blonde hair, leaning in to kiss her sweet lips. Kayleah moaned into the kiss, her tongue brushing Fatima’s lips. Naked breasts pressed together as Fatima’s ardor grew, her pussy itching in her red pantaloons.

They sank to the soft ground, spreading out on the springy, green ground cover sprinkled with small, lavender flowers. Fatima broke the kiss, her pussy itching. “Where’s your sex toy?”

Kayleah held out her hand and summoned the item that controlled her transformations. Each of the concubines had selected a sexy toy to be the focus of the enhancement spell. Kyle could trigger them to transform into powerful and sexy warriors, or they could trigger their own transformation with their sex toy.

A red, double ended dildo appeared in Kayleah’s hand.

“Stick it in my pussy. I’m going to fuck you so hard,” Fatima ordered.

Kayleah giggled in delight, reaching down to push Fatima’s red pantaloons off her hips and ass, bringing the dildo down between their thighs. Fatima gasped and shivered as the sex toy penetrated her. She glanced over at Ann sitting on her knees, weaving flowers together.

“What are you doing?” Fatima moaned.

“Making you a crown,” she smiled, her budding breasts giggling as she wove red, blue, purple, and white flower stems together. “You’re a queen.”

“Sultana!” Fatima groaned, pushing the other end of the dildo into Kayleah’s pussy, shifting her body around and scissoring their legs together. The dildo drove deeper into her as she humped against Kayleah, working both ends in and out of each of their pussies.

“Fuck me, Sultana!” gasped Kayleah. “Oh, yes! That’s it! I’m your fuck toy! Use me!”

“I love to,” gasped Fatima, her eyes fixated on her innocent concubine weaving a crown of flowers. “Take it! Take every inch of it, whore!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Kayleah moaned. “My Sultana! Oh, yes! Give it to me!”

Their passionate cries flooded the pleasure garden, echoing through the shady bowers. Fatima shuddered, her pussy burning with pleasure. There were delightful ridges on the dildo teasing her flesh and driving her wild with rapture.

“Done,” Ann smiled, crawling over. She draped the crown on Fatima’s head, then leaned down to kiss her writhing Mistress.

Fatima loved her sweet, submissive concubines, moaning into Ann’s lips. The strawberry-blonde girl kissed down Fatima’s heaving body, finding her dark nipples, and sucked. Fatima groaned, more pleasure flooding her body. She stroked Ann’s face as the girl nursed at her nipple. The sweet concubine’s hand slid down Fatima’s dusky body and found her aching clit.

“Ann!” Fatima gasped as she bucked, the pleasure swelling through her. “You wonderful, delightful slut!”

Ann’s delicate fingers strumming her clit sent pleasure shooting straight to the bliss growing in her pussy. Fatima’s body spasmed.

She came hard.

She writhed on the soft ground cover, holding Ann’s lips to her nipple, stroking her strawberry-blonde hair as every nerve in her body rejoiced. Then she fell back, panting hard, staring up at the perfect, blue sky and loving the sun’s warmth on her naked flesh.

Kayleah still humped away, stirring the dildo inside her flesh, waves of pleasure rolling through her body. “Sultana!” groaned Kayleah, her voice sweet and beautiful. “I’m cumming! Thank you, thank you.”

“I think she screamed loud enough for the entire palace to hear,” Ann smiled, resting her face on Fatima’s breast, smiling at her.

“Hmm, you may be right,” Fatima grinned. “You’re such a dirty whore, Kayleah.”

“Your dirty whore.” Kayleah crawled up beside Fatima, kissing her cheek. “Yours and Kyle’s.”

“And Lois,” giggled Ann.

“Well, all the concubines are her dirty sluts.”

Fatima frowned. “What?” She had noticed the Native American concubine seemed more assertive than Kyle’s other concubines, but she hadn’t given it much thought. So much had changed while she had been in the coma.

“Master made a deal with her,” Kayleah explained. “She agreed to be his concubine in exchange to dominating any of us he wanted.”

Ann nodded her head. “She loves making a woman eat her pussy. She’s like you, Mistress.”

“But she has to submit to me,” Fatima declared. “I’m better than her.”

“Of course,” nodded Kayleah. “She knows her place.”

“Kyle is a stud.” Fatima smiled, proud that her brother had made a strong, lesbian Domme into one of his concubines.

Ann yawned. “I could just sleep out here. It’s so relaxing.”

Fatima nodded, letting her eyes close. She enjoyed the feel of her two concubines bodies pressed against her. Sleep stole over Fatima. The young woman smiled as she drifted off into a delicious catnap cuddled up with her two favorite sluts.

A shadow fell across her, blocking the wonderful sun.

She opened her eyes.

A homunculi stood over her raising a thick, two handed sword, curved like a scimitar.

“Oh, fuck!” Fatima shouted.

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Fumi let Fatima and her concubines wander deeper into the garden, pausing at a pond and a fountain. The water splashed and the breeze was cool in the shade of some great tree. She sat down by the water, wondering if there were any fish in there. The wind blew, painting the landscape in green, but the water seemed as solid as everything else.

“Oh, what pretty flowers,” Alexina called out.

Alexina bent over, plucking a flower. It looked pretty, resembling some sort of daisy, but it was the same shade of green as everything else Fumi saw. “What color is it?”

The concubine made a sad sigh. “I’m sorry. I forgot you can’t really see.”

“It’s okay. I have Kyle.” But I do miss seeing color. “Please, describe it to me.”

“Okay.” Alexina sat beside her, holding the flower in her hand. “The petals start out this deep orange, but they fade into a vibrant yellow at the tips. And the center is a bright, sun-kissed yellow.”

Fumi smiled, picturing the colors in her mind, leaning her head on the concubine’s shoulder. “Are there any fish in this pond?”

“There are,” Toni said, leaning over the edge, her hair long, falling down to touch the rippling surface. Fumi couldn’t remember what color Toni’s hair actually was. “They’re red and white, some type off carp, I think. They’re lazily swimming around.”

“You can’t see in the water, even with your windsight?” Alexina asked, then groaned. “Windsight. Right. I’m stupid.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Fumi said, then she leaned down and sniffed the flower. “It smells beautiful. At least I have that.”

“Small blessings,” Toni said, her feet dipping into the water. To her windsight, Toni’s feet merged with the rippling surface.

Fumi breathed in all the scents of the garden, picturing all the flowers in her mind that must have produced the perfume she smelled. They were pink and lavender and blue and yellow in her mind. Blushing reds, vibrant oranges, delicate lilacs. Birds sang in the trees, and she wondered if their plumage was beautiful as their songs.

A faint woman’s scream drifted on the breeze.

She stiffened. “Did you hear someone shout?”

“No, Mistress,” Toni said, kicking her feet through the water and giggling. “One of the fish nibbled on my toe.”

The scent of dust hit her nose. A new wind whipped through, swirling about, thick with dust. It formed into one of the Jann homunculi on the other side of the pond, a thick sword gripped in its hand. Alexina stiffened next to her.

“Mistress!” Toni gasped, leaping to her feet.

Fumi transformed Windfeather from a pair of glasses adorning her face to her yumi, rising up with grace as another two homunculi whirled in around them. “Prepare to fight!” she shouted, drawing back her bow and releasing an arrow.”

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Aaliyah smiled as she stepped into her brother’s apartments. The three concubines—Teleisia, Carla, and Missy—on her heels. The room was richly appointed with tasseled pillows and intricately woven carpets. A small table made of polished ebony sat in the center, a vase of yellow flowers sitting in the middle.

She gracefully sat down on of the pillows. “You may tell my brother I’m ready.”

“He wishes to see you in his private chambers.”

Aaliyah blinked. “What? That hardly seems proper.”

“The room is protected from eavesdropping and scrying,” the Eunuch smiled. “He is waiting for you.”

“Okay.” Aaliyah rose back up, motioning for the concubines to follow her.

“It is a private matter,” the Eunuch said.

“They’re very trustworthy. Right?”

“Absolutely,” Missy nodded. “We’re her family.”

Aaliyah walked to the door leading to her brother’s private chamber. It used to be her father’s. She remembered sneaking in as a child and bouncing on his bed. She pushed back the grief of her father’s passing and entered the door.

It was dark. “Sihab?” she asked.

“Aaliyah,” a powerful voice boomed.

She froze. “Father?”

A Jann stood in the room, stroking his beard. “My errant daughter.”

For a moment, disbelief robbed Aaliyah of action. She thought her father was dead, had come to accept that terrible fact in her heart. But here he was. Alive. No wonder Sihab wanted to see her in private.

She let out a squeal of delight, racing to hug her father, burying her face into his beard. He didn’t smell of unguents and spice like her father had when she was a child, but of dirt and blood. She pulled her face away, looking up into his eyes.

“What has happened to you, father? Sihab said you were dead.”

“Mistress!” Teleisia gave a shout as her father snapped a collar around her neck, cool to her touch. “Get away from him.”

“He’s my father,” Aaliyah said, reaching up to touch the collar about her neck. “What is this?”

“A gift. Diamond to keep you in place.” His voice growled, full of dark menace. His hands squeezed about her throat, choking off her air. Aaliyah didn’t understand what was happening. Why would Father harm me?

Teleisia’s hand yanked her back from her father’s grip, and Missy and Carla stepped forward. All three concubines had activated their enhancements, moving with inhumane grace. Mindy’s black hair, cut short around her neck, swayed as she fell into a battle stance, and Carla pushed her dark-red hair off her shoulders, glowering at Aaliyah’s father.

“What is going on, Father?” She didn’t understand, her fingers trying to pry at the diamond collar, but she couldn’t find a clap. Diamond would prevent her from teleporting or transforming into dust. Why would Father do that? “I don’t understand, Father.”

“You always were a stupid slut,” her father hissed, swelling up. His beard was filthy, the once white stained mud-red.

“Look at the bed, “Teleisia hissed. “We need to flee. Your brother is dead.”

Aaliyah glanced at the dark bed. Two corpses lay on it. Her brother and the charred remains of one of his concubines.

“Your handmaidens are lovely,” her father purred. “I am going to enjoy them greatly after I kill you.”

Mindy and Carla lunged forward, moving with inhuman speed. “Get Mistress out of here, Teleisia!” screamed Carla, her foot lashing out at the Jann.

“Father, what has happened to you?” Aaliyah cried, tears leaking down her cheeks as Teleisia pulled her to the door.

“I am Unbound, daughter,” he laughed, catching Carla’s foot and throwing the concubine back. She landed on her feet like cat. A cloud of dust slammed into Mindy, throwing the former nurse back. “All because of you!” His voice growled. “You had to fail me! You had to become lost! I put all my hopes on you! What a disappointment you are!”

What crime did my father commit? What Law of Creation did he violate to become Unbound?

Teleisia kicked the door open, throwing Aaliyah out of the room as the concubines attacked her father. “We need to get to Master!” the Black concubine screamed.

The Chief Eunuch blinked in surprise at the sight of them. Teleisia’s fist slammed into his brawny chest. He crumpled, felled by the slim, Black woman. Aaliyah blinked, realizing just how enhanced the concubines were.

“You can’t run from me!” boomed her insane father. Mindy screamed in the room. “I will rip this palace apart and kill you. You have caused me so much pain! I will rip you limb from limb, my disobedient daughter! Then, with your blood dripping from my hand, I will enjoy every cunt in your husband’s harem.”

Tears streaming down her eyes, Aaliyah ran down the hallway, Teleisia at her side. She had to get to Kyle.

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“I think this mirror will work for scrying,” Sable said, walking naked up to Christy.

Christy smiled at her enemy-turned-concubine, stroking the woman’s spray-tan orange cheek. The fake tan was fading, and Christy was glad. Sable must have been the only person in the world to think that a spray-tan was attractive.

Well, her and those idiots on the Jersey Shore.

“It should work,” Phillipa agreed, toying with her jade amulet. She was clothed and wouldn’t be joining in the ritual. Rakshasas took their marriages seriously. Phillipa would never dream of making love with anyone but her Rakshasa mate. Christy wondered if there wasn’t some level of mental domination involved in their relationship. Maybe Rakshasa imprint on their mates in someway?

Lois watched on with curiosity. “So, scrying means you’re going to see the future.”

“No,” laughed Sable. “It’s seeing the now. I’ll be the vessel and Christy will cast the spell. With this mirror, you three will be able to see what I see.”

“Ah,” Lois nodded.

“You can help,” Christy smiled. “We need to make Sable cum as part of the spell.”

A grin split the cinnamon face of the Native American concubine. “You know how much I love making a woman cum.”

“Good, that’s the spirit. Let’s see if we can’t find some information out on the Marid’s. Just because these Neanderthal Jann think we can’t contribute because we’re dainty women, doesn’t mean we should sit on our butts and do nothing.”

Lois agreed, crossing over, pressing up against Sable’s back, kissing her neck.

Christy took a deep breath. “Ishtar—“

The door to the bedroom exploded inward, spraying splinters across the room.

Lois changed. Christy felt the magic empowering the concubine. Lois leaped over Sable and Christy, landing light behind them. Christy turned. A hulking homunculi stepped through the ruined door, swinging a massive, thick sword down at Lois.

The concubine caught it like a ninja in some cheesy movie. Her reflex and strength were greatly augmented. The homunculi lashed out with a foot, catching Lois in the stomach. She tumbled back, gasping in pain as she rolled into a crouch.

Christy didn’t understand why their allies were attacking them. She stood up, Sable and Phillipa standing around her, forming a triangle as more of the homunculi burst into the room. Christy’s heart hammered, but this wasn’t her first fight, and she was hardly helpless.

“Sable, you conjure the shield.”

“Ishtar, defend your servants from their enemies with your protective geas,” she chanted. Christy had insisted that she switch to the service of Ishtar after Sable had been inadvertently dominated by the love elemental and transformed into Christy’s devoted sex slave.

A sword made of dust slashed down and struck the shield, energy warping around them. A second and a third blow hammered at the shield while Lois danced outside, dodging attack after attack, dancing about the room.

“Phillipa, we need to disrupt the magic animating them,” Christy said. “Ideas?”

“They must simply be dust animated by a spirit. We need to sever the spirit’s control over the physical object. So we need to ground them.”

“How do we ground the spirit out then?”

“A magic circle. I don’t know another way.”

Neither did Christy.

Another blow hammered Sable’s shield. It was hard to stand there and not run in terror as the towering homunculi attacked. Christy tried to concentrate on the problem. They needed a magic circle, but they couldn’t leave Sable’s protection without getting clobbered. Lois bounced around the room, dodging left and right, trying to find an opening to attack. With her reflexes, it took all her skill to keep from being hit by the homunculi.

There was no way Christy or another witch could survive out there.

Unless I can move about even faster than Lois. An idea popped into her head.

“Phillipa, is there any chalk in your possession?” Christy asked.

“Of course,” she nodded, narrowing her slanted eyes. “Why?”

Christy summoned Shadowedge, the staff she retrieved from Burke’s dead minion. It coalesced out of shadows into her hand. “I’m going to make the circle. Get ready to power it.”

Space folded around her and then she appeared in Britney and Phillipa’s room. She dug around in Phillipa’s pocket and pulled out a piece of white chalk. She visualized the bedroom, picturing the seven points she would need to mark to make a circle.

She took a deep breath. “I hope this works.”

She knelt, ready to make the mark, and folded space.

Everything went black, her body twisted inside out. She appeared, quickly scratching the first mark on the ground. She was behind the homunculi. They hadn’t seen her yet. She made the X, visualized the next point, and warped…

…into Lois’s path.

The concubine crashed into Christy’s back, knocking the witch face forward. Both women cried out as they tumbled to the ground. Lois was on her feet in a heart beat as Christy scrambled to grab the piece of chalk that had fell from her hands, tumbling across the room. Christy swallowed.

The chalk came to a rest against the foot of a homunculi.

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Fire rushed at Kyle as he charged the blackened Ifrit. Raw, red cracks covered the Ifrit’s skin, glowing bright before he sent the wave of fire at Kyle. Branding Earthbones, Kyle reached out to the sapphire floor, commanding it to rise up before him and form a wall.

The sapphire refused his commands.

His thoughts seemed to bounce off the stone, reflecting back at him. Fuck. Sapphire blocks every form of mental communication.

Zaritha flashed in front of him, her own fire exploding forward, slamming into Aljihm’s attack. Both fires boiled together, but Zaritha’s seemed to shield Kyle’s from the heat. The table crackled, fire consuming the wood.

“You should never have betrayed Rashid,” growled Aljihm. “He is most distraught with you.”

“Good!” hissed Zaritha, her flames burning hotter. “His reward for all my years of loyal service was death.”

Aljihm let out a mad laugh. “And I shall deliver that reward to you.”

“Britney, can you use your water to douse his flames.”

“There is no water in this room,” she hissed back. “We need to get the door open and retreat to open space.”

Smoke billowed from the burning table and cushions, boiling across the top of the room. Kyle coughed, his eyes stinging as he moved to the door. It was solid sapphire. He pushed on it. The door gave an inch before it resisted.

“It’s barred from the other side.”

“Use your sword. Sapphire is stone. Rip the door apart.”

“I can’t!” he growled.

Britney ducked down, feeling around the bottom of the door. “This room is air tight, Kyle.”

“And?”

“And those fires are consuming all the oxygen in here.”

“Fuck,” Kyle groaned.

Fire clashed behind them, heat blistering into his back. He glanced at the warring Ifrit, Kyle’s eyes almost blinded by the inferno the pair were throwing at each other. The air seared his lungs when he breathed and he coughed hard.

He had to break the door down. He drew up Earthbones for an overhand cut. All the strength of the earth was in his blade. He had the power. He could shatter the sapphire if he could just hit it hard enough. Golden light flared, driving back the smoke billowing around his head.

Letting out a bellow, Kyle slammed his sword down. Metal rang against gemstone.

A crack splintered the door.

To be continued…

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Brother and sister lust after mother

As Phip and Julia drove to the beach, Phip couldn’t get the sight of his mother’s bare breast out of his mind. He had clearly seen the pink nipple standing erect, with his father’s hand cupped around it, and Dad had made no move to hide it, or how his hand was groping it. He thought his parents were probably fucking right now, and his dick sprung upright in his shorts. He reached to adjust his pants, glancing at his sister as he did so. She had on one of his old T-shirts, which ended high on her naked thighs. Underneath he knew she had on a new string bikini, and he could see a hint of it through the thin cotton top.

Her dark hair was cut short, and flared to fit her face, accenting her high cheekbones and pouty, full lips. She looked a lot like their mother, he thought, the same firm small tits, though he hadn’t seen Julia’s bare one for a real comparison, the same dark hair, both cut short, hazel eyes, and long, slim legs that they loved to show off. He couldn’t decide who was sexier, his mom or his sister. He really wanted to see Julia’s naked tit, and the flash of her bare thighs was sending chills up him as he drove, making it hard to concentrate.

Finally they arrived, and as Phip got out, he noticed his hard-on was still pushing out at his shorts. He stood by the car for a moment, willing it to deflate a little so it wouldn’t be so obvious on the beach. Julia ran off, teasing him. “What’s the matter, got a hole in your pants,” she shouted over her shoulder. He watched her round butt bouncing away, the T-shirt lifting to reveal glimpses of her shiny blue bikini bottom. Finally he ran after her, carrying the beach bag with him. When he caught up, she was already peeling off the oversized T-shirt and kicking off her sandals. He dropped the bag and caught his breath as her arms went over her head, making her breasts stand at attention under the tiny bikini top. He thought he could gobble her up right there, she looked so damn delicious, her tits rising seductively on her chest, almost popping out of the little top. He thought he caught a glimpse of a bare nipple as she bent over to toss her shirt and sandals into a pile, then bobbed off, her ass bouncing wonderfully across the sand, the bikini bottom riding up into her ass crack as she ran. Phip looked down and discovered his hard- on was bigger than ever. He dashed into the water after his sister.

When he got out, he found her already back at their blanket, with her beautiful butt sticking up for his inspection, her arms at her sides. “Rub some lotion on me, would you?” she said as he came dripping up to her. Phip toweled himself off, found the bottle of sunblock, rubbed some in his hands to warm it, and began massaging the silky lotion into his sister’s golden skin. The touch of her bare back and the sight of her rounded ass cheeks peeking out of her skimpy bikini bottom was bringing his erection back.

“Undo my top,” she said, and Phip felt lightheaded. Gingerly he untied the bow that was all that held the minuscule top in place, watching it nestle softly on the blanket. The edges of Julia’s tits were now exposed to his gaze, as he began slowly rubbing the lotion all over her back, feeling his hard-on starting to throb in his trunks and his pulse begin to throb in his temples. He smoothed the sunblock down her luscious long legs and thought he would die with pleasure when she spread them as he moved up the thighs toward her honey pot. He could almost feel the heat emanating from her barely concealed pussy. He moved back up to her back, rubbing smoothly at the hollow between her shoulders and neck.

He leaned close to her and whispered hoarsely in her ear, “You look terrific, sis. You’re making me horny.”

Julia raised her eyelid and looked right into Phip’s crotch. “Yeah, I can see that,” she said. “What you wanna do about it?”

“Well, I, um, I……” he stammered.

Julia sat up, gathering her top and tying it behind her in one smooth motion. She looked him right in the eye and said, “How about if we go where it’s less crowded so we can talk. You know that double party thing is coming up and I’m wondering what to get for Dad and cousin Cindy.”

“Sure, how about the grove of beeches, you know, where we used to go when we were kids?”

As they headed up the coast highway toward the woods, Phip thought about his mother’s naked tit, his sister’s wild suggestion, and his cousin Cindy, just a year younger than his sister Julia. He was driving automatically, having gone this way many times before. He was stirred out of his lustful dreaming when his sister leaned across the seat and ran her fingers up his naked thigh.

“Still horny?” she asked, and Phip’s eyes widened. Then she raked her fingers lightly across his fly and his prick immediately jumped to attention. “I guess that answers my question,” she said, settling back into her seat and looking at him slyly, a smile crinkling the edges of her lips.

They hiked into the woods until they came to an opening that was shaded but secluded. Phip tossed the blanket onto the ground and they both plopped down, sweaty from the exertion on a hot day. Julia peeled off the soaking T-shirt and crossed her legs. Phip shed his own and looked once more at his sister’s seductive body. “So what about the party?” he said, to get things rolling.

“Well, I think Dad should get something special for his number four-oh, she said, licking her lips, and I think they’ve got something going on with Uncle Jamey and Aunt Sara. I think we should visit cousin Brad and Cindy and find out what they know.”

“Just what do you think Mom and Dad have going with Uncle Jamey and Aunt Sara?”

“Don’t you hear Mom and Dad in their room when they’re having sex? They get into some pretty weird shit, and I personally think Mom and her sister have a thing for each other. Don’t you see them hugging and kissing?”

“Well, yeah, but…….”

“But nothing. I’m pretty sure they’re fucking each other, and I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve dragged Cindy into it too?”

“Um. I have to admit Cindy’s pretty sexy, and Mom and Aunt Sara. Well, the three of them together would be a man’s fantasy come true, if they also were fucking him.”

“Which one would you like to fuck most?”

“Which one? God, I don’t know. All three I guess. Or, maybe you even more. Especially now. I’m so horny just looking at you I can’t stand it.”

“Then pull it out and let me see it,” she said, staring straight into her brother’s eyes.

Phip didn’t need a second invitation. He slid his trunks over his hips and grasped the base of his pulsing cock. Julia leaned over and breathed hot breath onto the tip, then bent closer and sucked the tip into her mouth, reaching out to put her hand over her brother’s as he stroked up and down on the rigid shaft. She released the head and kissed him full on the mouth, parting her lips and letting his tongue probe into her mouth, snaking her own tongue around his in a passionate embrace.

Phip came up onto his knees and reached around to untie the bikini top from his sister’s tits. She pressed her soft, sweet flesh against him and pulled him closer, probing his mouth with her searching tongue. He worked the top off her and leaned back to ogle her tits, the memory of his mother’s globe returning to his mind. He couldn’t decide which was more delectable, they looked almost the same. Yet this one, right in front of him glowed with life, and he watched as his sister’s breath caught in her throat as he bent to suck one nipple into his mouth. He wanted to fuck her more than anything else in the world.

She fell back onto the blanket, giving him full access to both luscious tits, and he alternated between them, sucking both into a state of frenzy, the nipple standing at attention to his guzzling tongue. He trailed down her belly, stopping to tongue her belly button, bringing a squeal of delight from her panting lips. He stripped the bikini bottom off, shed his own trunks, and prepared to mount her, but she stopped him.

“Don’t you think your sister tastes good?” she asked. “Aren’t you going to eat me first? I think I can cum in your mouth in a heartbeat. Then you can fuck me.”

Phip didn’t need any urging. He lowered his lips to his sister’s cunt and began lapping furiously at her clit, working one finger into her pussy to help her along as she ground her hips against his mouth and hand. “That’s it. Eat me. Eat my pussy. Lick me up and down,” she yelled from deep in her throat. The sound of his sister’s voice inflamed him and he pushed even further into her, engulfing her engorged clit, sucking it deep into his mouth, adding a second finger to her gyrating pussy, and worming one against her tiny little asshole.

She was on the verge, and pressed his face deep into her pussy, locking her legs around his head and screaming with delight as the first wave of her orgasm hit her, flooding her brother’s face with wave after wave of steamy love drippings. He lapped it up, taking it all into his hungry mouth, eating his sister for all he was worth. Slowly, her shaking subsided, and she drew him up to her, kissing him passionately. “Oh, what a sweet brother. You ate my pussy just like a pro. Let me have a taste.” She licked the precious fluid from his mouth, settling back with a sigh. “Umm. That pussy tastes good. I can understand why Mom and Aunt Sara like it so much.”

Phip rolled his sister over and began working his cock up the crack of her ass, feeling her ass cheeks parting for his huge tool. He pulled her up onto all fours and stuck his fingers where his mouth had just been, finding it wet and slippery. He diddled her for a bit, preparing her for his swollen cock, then eased it into the opening. She moaned a bit, and slid back toward him. As the head of his cock slid into his sister’s pussy, Phip grabbed her ass and pulled her back toward him, feeling his dick sink cozily into her grasping cunt. He started a rhythmic fucking, gradually picking up speed, feeling his balls slap against her on the in stroke, and the head almost emerge on the out stroke.

He reached under her to grab her tits. twisting the nipples savagely, hearing her scream with pleasure as they stiffened under his touch. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Cum in my pussy. Cum with me now,” she shouted, and Phip felt her start to tremble again, a second orgasm starting to shake her body.

“Fuck me. Fuck your sister,” she yelled. The thought of cumming in his sister after seeing his mother about to get fucked this morning drove Phip over the edge and as he exploded into her he shouted.

“I’m cumming, sis. I’m cumming right up your hot pussy. I want to fuck you forever,” he shouted. And I want to fuck Mom, too, he thought, as his cum shot out in gooey spurts, filling his sister with his hot jism, and feeling her cunt juices joining his as they collapsed together on top of the blanket in the woods, thoughts of the family party dancing through both their heads.

It was going to be one memorable time, if today was any indication, and Phip knew he wanted to keep fucking his sister regularly, and the memory of his mother still flitted through his mind. He knew she had watched him as he looked at her, and he thought he remembered a little smile curling on her lips just before he ducked out of the room.

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Uh oh…

KVK’s back, my friends!
My sincerest apologies for taking so long. It’s getting harder and harder to find time to write these days, but I’ve got lots more stories to tell, and since I’ve met with such a positive reception here, I don’t see any reason to quit now!
Also – I double-checked to make sure all the italics code was entered properly; sorry about that in the last chapter; total accident.
As always, constructive criticism is welcome. Enjoy.

Sunday

There was a long, terrible silence.
Minda was huddled in the corner, covering herself with a pillow, her head bowed and her hair hanging over her face. At least she had thought to do so. I’d just frozen where I was like an idiot, on my hands and knees with my ass sticking straight up into the air. And taking all this in, standing in the doorway completely still, was my mother, home more than a day early from her business trip and the only one in the room with any clothes on.
She looked surprised. We all were, but she probably had a little more right to be. Here she was in her teenage daughter’s bedroom, who up until this point had displayed no acts or indications of wanton sexuality, and suddenly she catches me giving oral sex to my – female – best friend. This was probably pretty far down on the list of things she had expected to see today.
“Oh!” she finally said, blinking. “Oh my.”
I didn’t – couldn’t – move. I just stared and stammered something like, “Mom, I…”
“It’s okay,” she said, blinking again and averting her gaze. “It’s okay, just… put some clothes on and come downstairs and we’ll talk, okay?” She pulled the door shut.
More silence. Minda and I didn’t move. It was like, if we stood still long enough, maybe it would undo what had just happened.
“Shit,” I finally said.
“Oh, God…” Minda agreed.
“Shit!”
She nodded, looking miserable.
“We are in so much trouble. We are so dead.”
“Well, go after her!” Minda urged, making little pushing motions towards the door. “Say it wasn’t what it looked like!”
“It was exactly what it looked like, Minda! Fuck!”
She sighed. “I know.” Then she shook her head and moved off the bed, and began pulling clothes on.

When we’d dressed we headed downstairs to face the music. I couldn’t fucking believe it. How could I be having the best days of my whole friggin’ life, how could I have been feeling so good, and sharing that experience with my closest friend, and then suddenly have it explode like this? Fuck. Mom would send Minda home. I’d be grounded. More than grounded. She might not let me see her for a long time. Hell, she might not let me see her ever again. I wasn’t even embarrassed that Mom had caught us anymore; now I was just mad that, as soon as we had discovered each other this way, it was going to be taken from us.
I looked over at Minda as we reached the first floor. She had been looking at the ground the whole time. She looked so… sad. Guilty, too, but mostly just devastated. I felt some of my anger disappear, to be replaced with some of that sadness. I reached over for her hand. She grabbed it eagerly, our fingers twined together, and we squeezed, just once, before letting go again. She looked up at me finally with those big brown eyes of hers.
“It’s gonna be okay,” I said.
She almost looked like she believed it. I wished I did.
We found Mom seated at the kitchen table. We sat down across from her.
“I’m sorry, Mom,” I began.
Mom sort of gave me this funny look. “Sorry? For what?”
Minda and I glanced at each other.
Mom sort of smirked. “What, you two think you’re the only ones to have ever gotten caught having sex?”
Well that shocked the hell out of us.
“Look,” she said. “It’s really okay. You’re not in trouble. I didn’t even know you two were in this sort of relationship. I should have knocked first.”
Minda and I glanced at each other. “Well, this hasn’t really been going on that long,” I said.
“It hasn’t?”
“No, I… Um… Well, we just…” I got flustered, gave up, and started again. “This all just sort of happened,” I finally managed.
“Uh huh,” said Mom. She thought for a minute, and then said, “Why don’t you just start from the beginning.”
We told her. All of it. We explained how we’d been trying on clothes Friday night, and Minda’s simple question about having bigger boobs had turned into something much more. Mom nodded to herself when I told her that was why I’d been so out of breath on the phone. We then told her about our talk the next morning, and our agreement to “experiment” after we got home and we were supposed to be in the house anyway.
“One thing just sort of led to another,” I said, not wanting to divulge any more detail than that, “and we fell asleep, you know, afterwards, and then we kinda started again when we woke up.”
Mom nodded, understanding. “And that’s when I came in.”
And then – I swear – she started laughing.
“Oh, girls,” she said, “I’m so sorry, I had no idea…”
Minda and I glanced at each other again. “So you’re… not mad?” Minda hazarded.
“Mad? No!” Mom started laughing even harder. Minda and I sort of chuckled, but I think we were still too freaked out to really join in. Looking back on it, though, I guess it was sort of funny. In a horribly awkward sort of way.
Mom finally got control of herself and said, “No, no I’m not mad. For goodness’s sake you’re teenagers. Experimenting with sex is what you’re supposed to do at this age. It’s perfectly natural.” She suddenly adopted a stern look. “Now, it would be a little different if I’d caught you with another person who wasn’t supposed to be in this house. Especially if it had been a boy and you hadn’t been using protection.”
I blushed fiercely. “Mooooom,” I groaned.
“Have you had other people in this house while I was gone?”
“No, Mom.”
“Have you had unprotected sex with a boy?”
“No, Mom!”
Mom nodded to herself. “Good. Not that I have any problems with you having sex with a boy, just… I don’t any of us want you pregnant at this age.” She looked at us, and smiled a little. “To be honest, you two have been so close for so many years I’m actually pretty surprised you haven’t done something like this before.”
“R-really?” Minda asked.
“Oh, sure,” said Mom. “I know I was having my own little ‘experiments’ when I was a couple of years younger than you two.”
Our eyebrows shot up. “You did?” we said in unison.
“Oh, yeah,” she said, waving a hand dismissively. “The stories I could tell you…”
Mom talked for hours. She revealed to us a side of herself I’d never seen or even suspected. As it turns out, Mom had been quite the nympho when she was younger! She’d started masturbating way earlier than I had, and told us about her many partners through high school and college, men and women alike, sometimes with two or even three other people at once! She told us about the G-spot, described techniques and toys, relayed roleplaying sessions and bondage anecdotes, all with a level of detail I’d have thought anyone would be embarrassed to say out loud – especially to her own daughter! But she said she’d always enjoyed sex, and didn’t feel the need to hide it or be ashamed by it.
I remember suddenly seeing my mother in a totally different way, then. She and I had always been close. I’d never known my father, and so she and I had always only had each other. We were able to share most of our lives very easily with each other… but she’d always been Mom. Now, suddenly, I could see her just as a woman. A woman who’d married young and had a kid at twenty, and who had been forced to drop out of college to take care of it. And then Dad had just up and left us, left her. Fortunately she was able to use what little college education she had, and had landed a decent job which had miraculously led to promotions and raises and a good house in a good neighborhood. But before that, she’d been young and wild, and had, apparently, developed quite the sex life. I could see it, now that I was able to look for it: my mom was actually quite attractive. She was a little taller than me, and had a very similar face. She dyed her hair blonde and kept it short, chin-length, in a sort of bob cut. And she had a killer body. She worked out hard and often to keep it. I was amazed that kind of figure could exist on someone who’d had a kid. She had wide hips that swayed when she walked, and her breasts – I’d never really just looked at them before – were enormous. Jesus, when did she get those? They had to be at least twice the size of mine. I could tell by the way they moved that they weren’t as firm as perhaps they once were, but they were still impressive. And what was more curious is that I realized that she never displayed them. Even today, she was wearing a red sweater over black slacks, in the summertime (although every plane I’d ever been on had been freezing, so maybe that had something to do with it). Conservative clothing, designed to conceal her form rather than accentuate it.
“So are you… you know… seeing anyone right now?” Minda asked at one point.
Mom shook her head. “No, I haven’t been with anyone since Amy’s father left.”
“That’s so sad,” I said. And then, once the thought had sunk in, “That must be really, um, frustrating for you. I mean, look at you, you could have anybody you wanted!”
Mom grinned. “Why thank you. But no, I’ve got a job and a house and a daughter to take care of, and I don’t really want anybody right now. But on a strictly physical level, I’ve got plenty of movies and toys, and they get me by just fine.” She winked.
“Really?” Minda and I looked at each other again; she had a gleam in her eye. “Can we see?”
Mom laughed a little. “Mmm, maybe some other time,” she said. “Right now, though, I need to go back up and pack.”
I frowned. “Pack? Why? Actually, now that I think about it, what are you doing home? I thought you weren’t supposed to be back until sometime tomorrow.”
“Bad shellfish, if you’ll believe that,” Mom huffed. “More than half the group got sick. They cancelled early and sent us home; said they’d reschedule.” That would explain it – Mom didn’t like seafood.
“So where are you going now?”
“Well,” she said, standing and stretching, “since I interrupted, I figure I should at least give you back the last night you thought you were going to have.” She winked at us again. “Didn’t mean to spoil your fun.”
That made us start giggling. She knew exactly what we were going to be doing tonight and she didn’t care. I have the coolest mom in the world.
“So… are you two dating, now, or…?” Mom trailed off, I guess leaving us to fill in the blank.
Once again, Minda and I looked at each other, but this time, we held each other’s gazes. I hadn’t even thought beyond this weekend, beyond the hot, sweaty, wonderful sex. But I sort of liked the idea, and I could tell by the way Minda’s face began to glow that she did, too.
“I’m not sure,” I said, still looking at Minda. “But I think I’d like to try it.”
Minda beamed, and swallowed and said, “I would, too.” She leaned forward and we kissed, gently.
“Well why don’t you get out of the house, then? Go on a date? I’ve got packing to do, and…” She trailed off again.
“And what?” I asked.
For the first time, Mom’s cheeks colored a little. “To be honest, all this talk has sort of gotten me worked up and I could use some… relief.”
I shook my head in amazement. My mother was standing here, after my best friend and I had kissed and decided to go out on a date, talking openly about going to masturbate.
I could tell life was going to be a little different from here on.
I looked back at Minda, grinning. “Well, I guess we’d better hurry, then,” I said, and we rushed upstairs. We started scrambling around, looking for clothes to wear, deciding which of us would get the shower first, comparing accessories… preparing.
Preparing for our date.

Not really having the money or desire to try a really fancy place (and not having all that many formal clothes anyway) we decided on a sort of middle-nice chain restaurant. We made no effort to conceal our relationship. We held hands. We kissed, once or twice; not sloppily making out, of course, but little pecks on the cheeks and lips. We got a couple speculative looks and odd glances.
It didn’t bother us in the least.
I wore pants that nicely showed off my ass, boots, and a tight matching top with a small gold necklace. Minda decked herself out in a black skirt and sleeveless top with strappy, heeled sandals. She even did her hair up in a tight coil, and wore silver bracelets and earrings. She looked absolutely beautiful. She blushed when I told her so.
Dinner was… dinner. I don’t really remember the food. I just remember looking over at Minda, once my closest friend and now that plus so much more. I couldn’t stop staring at her. I couldn’t stop feeling so incredibly happy, like fortune had smiled upon me and granted me a wonderful gift.
We talked about us. Neither of us had really been prepared for this kind of relationship, especially not with another girl, but here we were nonetheless. Our friends from school came up, of course, and what they’d all think. I’d been sort of worried about that, but Minda made me relax, saying that if they didn’t like it and support it, they could all go to hell. Most of them, I knew, would probably be surprised (I sure was!) but accepting; a few might have issues, but I resolved not to let them bother me. Such is life.
Minda’s family was another concern. She came from a Catholic household, with pretty conservative parents and three brothers (two older, and one, Victor, who I knew from school, was the youngest). She said she honestly didn’t know how they would react. I told her that if she wanted me to, I would come with her when she told them. She said she’d break the news when it felt right to do so, but warned me that, yes, she might want me there by her side.
Our waiter must have been both insightful and openminded, because he treated us like any other couple out on a date, seemingly totally unconcerned that a pair of high-school-age girls were sitting rather close to one another and occasionally smooching. His smiles weren’t lecherous, but warm, like he was genuinely happy for us. Maybe he was and maybe he wasn’t; either way he got a real healthy tip.
He didn’t even stare at Minda’s tits, like I did.
The plates came and went. Did we care for some dessert? No, we were both too full. The check arrived, the meal was paid for, and we went home.

The house was dark when we got back, and there was no sign of Mom. There was, however, a note taped to my bedroom door:
You can use my bed tonight, girls. I also saw how interested you were in my little collection, so, if you want to, you can partake in that, too. I’ve unlocked the drawer under the TV, where I keep my movies, and beside it I’ve put a box of some of my toys that I don’t use anymore. You’re welcome to use or keep any that you like. Don’t worry, I washed them well, and I’ll expect you to do the same! I’ll be back about noon tomorrow. Have fun, girls! Love, Mom.
Minda and I read the note, cast a shocked glance at each other, and then dashed down the hall.
Mom’s bedroom is quite a bit bigger than mine, and cleaner, too. Her gigantic four-poster bed dominated the room, gauzy white curtains tied to the posts. The frame was made of a very dark, almost black, wood, and the chest of drawers and the nightstand matched. The stand at the foot of the bed, where she kept her TV, was clearly from a different set, but it didn’t look too out-of-place. She really liked white: white carpet, white bedspread, white curtains. There were doors leading to her bathroom and her walk-in closet, which was huge and I was highly jealous of.
“Oh my God,” said Minda. “Amy, come here and look at these.” She was leaning over the small, unassuming cardboard box beside the TV stand and staring into it with fascinated, horrified amusement.
I peeked over her shoulder, and, yes, as the note said, it was filled with sex toys. I’d never seen any before, but that’s what they had to be – most were round and long, in various sizes and in all kinds of colors. Some seemed to be made of hard plastic, others rubber. Some were smooth, some had knobs or ridges or little bumps. A couple, towards the bottom, seemed to be much smaller but had little boxes with buttons and dials attached with wires – vibrators, I was sure, and a quick press of an “on” button confirmed it – and a tube of lubricant, and then there was some enormously complicated thing with buckles and straps, and we couldn’t even come close to figuring out what it was or how you used it. There was even a little silk rope, which put all sorts of naughty ideas in my head.
“What on Earth do you do with all this?” I asked incredulously.
Minda turned to me with a wicked smile. “Let’s watch some of your mom’s videos and see if we can find out!”
She pulled me into a kiss, and I could tell from the intensity that she was pretty turned on already. To tell the truth, it didn’t take much attention from her tongue to put me in the same state.
She sat down on the edge of the bed to undo her sandals (which took a while, the straps were complex) while I scanned the movie selection. There was a bit more here than I had guessed, and there was a quite a range, too – men and women, just women, and a few with just men! Most were straightforward enough, sounding like they had just enough plot to give these people reasons to have sex, but some were laughably improbable or just downright stupid. I selected one that didn’t sound too bad, advertising “All Lesbian Action.” I figured we might as well watch the sort of thing we were about to participate in!
Minda stretched herself out on the bed, propped up by pillows, and patted the space next to her when I got the DVD started. I noticed that she had moved the box closer to the bed, within easy reach. I kicked off my shoes and laid down next to her.
I admit it. The porn was silly, but at the same time it was pretty exciting to watch. I mean, sure, the actresses all spoke their lines stiffly and the characters they played idiotic… but they were getting naked, and they were having sex, and it didn’t take them very long to do it. In fact, within just a few minutes, they were doing things to each other that Minda and I had taken a whole evening to work up to!
Minda had snuggled up to me during the movie, one arm across my stomach, one leg over mine. I could feel her breasts rise and fall with every breath, and could feel those breaths on my neck. Between her closeness and the porn, I was starting to feel hot – and not a little tingly in certain places!
One girl onscreen sat at the edge of a couch, spreading her legs wide so that the other one could lick her pussy. Minda planted a slow, wet kiss on my neck, making me shiver. “Remember when I did that to you last night?” she whispered in my ear before she licked it. “That was so hot. I can’t wait to do it again.”
I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her back. “I’m not stopping you,” I declared with a smile.
She shook her head. “Not yet. I want to see some more of this.”
I giggled. “This is really turning you on, isn’t it?”
“Oh God yes,” she breathed. Her thighs tightened around mine and she ground her hip into me, just once. “But it’s also giving me some… ideas. Plus I want to see if any of them use anything like what your mom gave us.”
I almost told her that we could probably figure it out, but I’ll admit, I was kinda curious myself. We kept watching, but our hands were growing bolder, and ran up and down our bodies and snuck quick touches of flesh.
The actresses had moved more fully onto the couch. The one who had been giving the oral sex turned around, so that she now knelt on her hands and knees above the other’s body. The one on bottom grabbed the one on top and guided her down, so that they were both eating each other out!
“Ooo, now that looks like a good idea!” Minda said. “We’ll have to try that one out!”
I tried to suggest that we could try that one out right now, but Minda still wanted to watch the movie. I decided that I’d had enough; I was getting really horny, and I was going to start with or without her.
I pulled off my shirt and bra, and it was a wonderful feeling all on its own to feel the cool, open air on my hot, sweaty breasts. The flesh around my areolae puckered at the sudden temperature change, but my nipples were already as stiff as they were going to get.
“No fair,” Minda protested, her breath hot against my neck. “You’re supposed to wait for me.”
I rolled on top of her and gently bit her neck. “You’re too slow,” I told her. “I want you now.”
She sighed, but she was grinning as she did it. “Oh, fine,” she huffed in mock surrender.
She started returning my kisses and raking her fingernails up and down my back just hard enough to feel it. I groaned when her lips traveled around the curve of my jaw, down my neck, and onto my chest. The tip of her tongue was doing truly wonderful things to my left nipple when she suddenly said, “Oh, Amy, look!”
For fuck’s sake, I thought. I wasn’t interested in the damn porno anymore. I growled, but I swiveled my head around to look anyway. The woman who had been on top a few minutes ago was now sitting on the couch with her legs open wide, playing idly with her shaved pussy, as she watched the other woman strap on some sort of device to her waist. Standing up from the front of it was a big, thick, black dildo. She climbed on top of the other woman, pushed the thing into her (making her give the fakest cry of pleasure I’d ever heard!) and started industriously grinding her hips into her.
“That’s like that thing in your mom’s box,” Minda said, her eyes bright.
I remembered the complicated-looking bundle of straps we’d found, and the lightbulb flicked on in my head. “So that’s what that thing was.”
Minda grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my mouth to hers. The kiss was hard, desperate; her tongue flicked urgently against mine. “Please, Amy,” she begged between gasps for air, “please let me do that to you.”
I pulled away a little. “You want to do that?” I tried to find a polite way to say no. “I… don’t know, Minda…”
“Oh, please.” It was almost a whine. She continued running her mouth and tongue around my breasts. “I want to so bad. I want to push my body into yours; I want to feel it inside you.”
I was still reluctant. “I’m not so sure, Minda.” I reminded her that I didn’t even like to put my fingers inside my vagina when I masturbated.
She pulled away and looked me straight in the eye. “How do you know you won’t like it until you try it?” she asked.
I opened my mouth, closed it. She had a point, damn it.
“I guess,” I said. Then I smiled, and slid my arms under her body, holding her close. “Either way, I think you and I are wearing entirely too much clothing.”
Minda grinned wickedly. “I agree.”
We attacked each other, rolling back and forth on top of one another, each of us trying to strip off a different piece of the other’s clothes. After a few moments, when both of us were on our sides, my hand found one of her knees, and I slid my hand up the outside of her thigh, around back to grip the curve of her ass, and then continued further up under her skirt.
I froze. I felt around a little, and then looked, wide-eyed, at Minda, who just smiled.
My mouth dropped open. “You’re not wearing any underwear!” I cried.
She giggled, and slid her leg up along mine, which opened her legs a little wider and allowed me easier access to her exposed – and extremely wet – pussy. “Nope,” she declared. “I haven’t all night.”
I started breathing faster. I had been plenty turned on already, but this pushed me over some sort of edge. I could actually hear my own heartbeat. I wanted to… I don’t know what I wanted to do. It was almost like being angry, like I wanted to rip her body apart – only sexually. I was quite beyond just wanting to fuck her; I wanted to do things to her so fast and so hard she’d scream. I wanted to feel her body thrash and writhe beneath me. I wanted to hear her beg me to stop, and then beg me not to.
I pushed her back onto the bed, hard, and wriggled my body between her legs, forcing them apart. I jerked her skirt apart and up her waist – I think I heard it tear a little, but I really did not care.
And there it was – Minda’s pussy, naked before my eyes. Between her hot, smooth, caramel thighs, Minda’s labia lay open and glistening with arousal, inviting me, begging me in.
Well, who was I to argue?
I dove in. I twisted my tongue into her, pressed it against and flicked it across her fully-erect clit, and pulled on the lips with my teeth. I kissed it like it was another pair of lips and I spread her open wide and lapped at her clit like a cat drinking water.
It drove Minda crazy. She arched her back. She twisted her shoulders and rolled her head. She moaned. She gasped. She cried out. She gripped the headboard for dear life and she pounded her fists onto the bed.
Didn’t take long for her to start getting close. I could feel it. Her legs constricted around my head, tighter and tighter, and her gasps rose in pitch, higher, and higher, and…
She grabbed the sides of my face with her hands and pushed me away. I tried to catch my breath, feeling the air cooling the wetness all over my mouth and chin, as Minda lay on her side, shaking.
I leaned forward again, planting a gentle kiss on her hip. “Why’d you make me stop?” I asked.
She smiled, then slid off the edge of the bed and onto her feet. As she crossed her arms before her to strip off her shirt, she looked back at me. “I want to watch you come first,” she said, and with a significant nod in my direction, added, “Now get out of those pants.”
I stood up on the other side of the bed, unfastened the button and pulled down the zipper, and shifted my hips back and forth, working my pants and panties off my hips and down my legs, noticing the damp spot on the latter – I was just a little excited, in case you couldn’t tell. Naked, I crossed the room to turn off the TV (we weren’t paying any attention to it anymore) and then laid back down, turning onto my side to watch my lover.
My lover. It made me smile.
Minda was naked now, too, and had already gotten the strap-on mostly on. She had her back to me, so I got to admire the way the straps framed her cute little ass as she tightened and adjusted it. Then, she reached back into the box for the tube of lube, and poured a little into her hand. She turned and knelt onto the bed – the strap-on had a flesh-colored dildo – much lighter than her own skin tone – affixed to it, smaller than the one we’d seen in the porno but still sizable, with a head. The hand with the lube in it reached down and gripped it, spreading it all along its length, stroking it as if it were her actual cock. I stared at it with no small amount of trepidation.
She walked on her knees over to me, leaned over so that her hair spilled over my face, and kissed me – softly, but urgently. With her eyes closed, she whispered, “Are you ready?”
I said nothing. I still wasn’t sure about this… but she wanted it, and so I, at the very least, would try it. I rolled onto my back, and drew her close. I felt the hard, rubbery thing lay against my sex, and Minda rocked it gently up and down, letting it slide along the length of my labia, parting them and teasing my clit. Okay, I thought as Minda gave my tits wet, sucking kisses, this isn’t so bad so far.
After a minute Minda drew her knees under her, and slipping an arm between us guided the tip of the strap-on just inside my outer labia. She then grabbed my hips, and slowly began to push it in.
It was not comfortable. My vagina stretched to accommodate this thing; it was almost painful. I was pretty wet down there, but even so, the lube made it easier. Minda went slowly, very slowly, but steadily, not stopping or drawing it back out.
Soon I felt her hips press up against mine. “Okay, it’s all the way in,” she said. “Are you okay?”
One of her hands found mine and I gripped it. “Just give me a minute,” I gasped. I felt like my whole abdomen, my whole body, was adjusting itself around this thing. I didn’t have a hymen anymore – I’d lost that years ago riding my bike – but my vaginal walls were not used to this.
“Are you sure? We can stop if you want to.”
I smiled, shook my head, and reached out to lay my hands on her hips. “It’s just different,” I said, “I’m getting used to it. Besides,” I smirked, “how could I deny you something you want so badly?”
She laughed a little, and ran her hands up and down my sides and legs. “True. You haven’t been very good at saying ‘no’ to me lately.”
I grinned, and then nodded. “Okay.”
She pulled it mostly out, eliciting a sigh – about half of it relief – from me. When she pushed it back in, it wasn’t nearly so uncomfortable. We soon got into a slow, steady rhythm.
“How is it?” she asked.
“Well,” I said, considering, “you’re still doing it, aren’t you?”
She grinned, and started going a little faster.
I was actually beginning to enjoy it, a little. I surprised myself by spreading my legs a little wider, trying to get it deeper in.
Minda seemed to like doing it, too. I could feel her nipples drag up and down my chest as she pushed her body against me, and her kisses were hot and wet.
Still, I wanted to hear her say it. “How do you like it?” I asked her, a little breathlessly.
“It’s nice,” she said, “but I’d rather know you liked it, too.”
I quirked an eyebrow, an idea popping into my head. “I think I can arrange that,” I said.
“Oh?”
Quickly, before she knew what was going on, I wrapped my arms around her neck, pressed my legs alongside her body, and jerked hard to one side. She gave a surprised yelp, and we rolled over. Now on top, I covered her neck and breasts with kisses before pushing myself up into a kneeling position, the strap-on still inside me, and, using her body for leverage, started thrusting my hips up and down.
“Oh, Amy,” Minda breathed. Her hands rested against my hips, fingers spread wide, and she helped guide me.
I have to admit, being on top was a lot better. I felt like I had better control this way, and I felt like Minda could see me better, too. I realized I liked it when she watched me like this – she was doing it now, devouring me with her eyes. I reached down for her hands, and pulled them up to my breasts. She eagerly gripped them, started flicking and pulling and pinching the nipples. She got into a more comfortable position, spreading her legs a bit and pulling her knees up into the air, which spread my legs a little wider in the process. I moaned deeply in the back of my throat, closed my eyes, and rolled my head back.
I soon discovered I could get much the same result by rolling my hips back and forth, rather than trying to lift my body up and down, and with far less effort. I started getting really into it, playing with the strength of my thrusts and the timing, trying to find a good combination of hard versus fast. It was good, but I realized I wasn’t going to get off this way. I arched my back, kept one hand on Minda’s breast, and tried to slide the other down between our bodies. It didn’t really work, until Minda, seeing what I was trying to do, took my other hand and placed it on her own knee. Using it for support, I was able to lean back much farther, and left my clit much more accessible. I diddled it with abandon.
“Oh, Amy, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Minda said. She sounded far away. “That’s it, baby, fuck me, oh, I want to see you come.” She started lifting her hips up into me, matching my pace.
“Aaa!” I cried. “Mmm, uh, yeh, yeah! Mmmm!” My finger went faster and faster; the orgasm was building and it couldn’t come fast enough for me. “Oh… oh yes… Mmm, fuck! Yes! Yes! Yes!”
I gave one last long, high-pitched squeal and then the orgasm hit me. Oh, God, it hit me hard. I think I screamed; I know my back arched and I sat there stiff as a board for a second, and then all my strength left me and I collapsed forward onto my lover, gasping for air.
We lay like that for a long time, panting and sweating. We kissed a few times, but mostly we just recovered.
“I take it you liked it?” Minda asked, laughing quietly and kissing my ear.
I panted. “I think I could get used to it,” I said, smiling into the pillow.
After a time, I got up and told her to take the strap-on off. “You sure?” she asked teasingly, undoing the buckles.
“Oh yes,” I said, digging through the box. “It’s definitely your turn, now.” I found what I wanted and sat back on top of her. I grabbed her hands by the wrists, and began tying them together with the silk rope.
“Amy!” she cried in mock horror. “What are you doing?”
“Getting back at you for stopping me earlier,” I declared, and tied her bound wrists to the headboard. Satisfied she couldn’t interfere again, I picked up the biggest, most wicked-looking vibrator I could find, a bright pink one with knobs all up and down its length.
I held it before her face, and turned it on, watching her eyes widen. I then placed it against her throat, dragged it down her chest – making lengthy stops at each breast and nipple – across her belly, and up and down each leg, and all around her pussy opening. She squirmed under its touch, crying out and trying to twist her body away, but between the rope and my own body, she wasn’t able to go very far, but I don’t think she minded.
I teased her mercilessly until she was sweating and bucking her hips up to try and meet the vibrator. Eventually took pity on her and decided to give her what she wanted. I poised the thing just outside her and turned the dial to ‘high.’
I looked at her and raised an eyebrow. “Ready?”

Let’s just say that it was a long night. We did not sleep, instead trying almost every toy in the box and watching a number of Mom’s videos. We tried all sorts of positions – including that 69! – with toys and without, pleasuring one another individually, each other, and sometimes ourselves so that the other could watch.
By morning, both of us were sticky with sweat, saliva, and pussy juice, sore beyond belief, and the room was an absolute mess. We rested a little while, and then cleaned up, claiming a number of our favorite toys from the box, reorganizing the DVD collection, picking up our clothes and stripping the bedsheets to put them in the wash.
Minda gathered her things and we held each other for a long, long time, tearfully saying goodbyes. Yes, we’d probably see each other in no more than a few days, but this wonderful, wonderful weekend was over. This magical time of discovery that we’d had all to ourselves – mostly – was gone, and even though it was the start of another level of our relationship, we couldn’t help but mourn the passing.
True to her word Mom came home about noon, but by then Minda had left. We talked a little, but seeing my depressed mood she largely left me alone.

Days later, Mom came home with a smile on her face.
“Hey, Amy, guess what?” she asked, poking her head into my room (but not without knocking first).
“What?”
“They sent out a memo today. The business trip has been rescheduled for the weekend after next. Think you and Minda could handle watching the house for a couple of days again by yourselves?”
My mind shot to my closet, to the little box in the corner, where Minda and I had stored our toy selection – in particular, to the long, translucent purple double-ended dildo we’d never gotten around to trying out.
I grinned. “I think we might be able to manage that.”

Thus concludes The Four Day Weekend.
I’ll admit – part of the delay was caused because, originally, Mom was supposed to join in. But I got so many requests not to do that, I decided to rewrite it. I hope it turned out okay anyway.
For those of you who did want the incestuous action, try my Unusual series, which I’ll be adding another part to soon.
Thanks for reading, everyone. I hope you enjoyed it.
-KVK

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Second part of a fictional story

Educating Bobby And Debbie

Part 2 Debbie and Diane

Introduction: My fourteen year old son Bobby has been seeing a fourteen year old girl named Debbie, for the last few months. I had given them a good education on the real sex between two people that schools won’t teach and all teens should learn, as they gave their virginity to each other.

Last week my brother Larry invited my son Bobby to go to a Nascar racing weekend at the Texas motor speedway. They left on Thursday morning, and wouldn’t be back until late Monday evening.

Saturday morning Debbie, and her 16 year old sister Diane came knocking at my door. I invited them in telling them that Bobby went to Texas with my brother. Debbie said. “Oh yes, we know that, we just wanted to ask a personal favor of you.”
“What’s that?” I ask.
Diane says. “I would love it if you would teach me about sex, like you did for Bobbie and Debbie.”
“Oh I see… Well I suppose I could do that.” I said
“Great when can we start?” Diane asks.
“How about now.” I said as I pointed to Bobby’s room. As we enter the room I turn on the lights and ask the girls to sit on his bed, as I have some questions for Diane.

I asked Diane if she has ever masturbated. Diane says. “Yes, Debbie has taught me everything she has learned from Bobby… And quite often Debbie and I even masturbate together. But when Debbie talks about the great sex she is having with Bobby, I get jealous.”
I said. “What about the boys at school, I’m sure there are plenty that would love to fuck you.”
Diane says loudly. “What, those high school jerks, there is only one decent guy in my school I would let fuck me and Debbie is already fucking him regularly. The rest are inconsiderate self centered ass holes, that I wouldn’t let touch me with a ten foot pole!!”
“Wow, I had no idea it was that bad.” I said
“Now you see why I came to you, Debbie tells my your really nice and caring, and says you can’t get a girl pregnant, since you had a vasectomy after Bobby was born, and since your wife was killed you haven’t had sex with anyone. She said I could be someone you could be with and fuck me to help you out.” Diane said.
Well thank you Diane, that’s really sweet.” I said “But I need to know if you would have any problems being naked around us.”
“No not at all!” she said.

I asked the girls to take all their cloths off and I would begin the lessons.
I intently watched the girls undress, as I undressed with them. I soon realized Diane had slightly bigger breasts and rounder legs then Debbie. Her legs are slightly longer as is her torso, creating a very sexy body. Both have the same color hair and eyes with Debbie’s hair being a little longer than Diane’s, and Debbie is slightly cuter but both are extremely hot.
When we were all totally naked and sitting on the bed, I asked Diane if she had ever sucked a cock before. She told me she hadn’t even seen one before.

I took a bottle of lube from Bobby’s bedside table and squirted some on my hand. I grasped my hard cock and began to stroke it slowly. “This is how guys usually masturbate, they will do this until they cum, and the white sperm, or jizz, or cum, as it is often called, will come spurting or shooting out. I said to Diane.
Then I placed her hand around my cock, inside my hand and made her stroke it. Diane looked at me and said. “It’s so soft, and yet so stiff and hard.”
“Yep that’s about the way it always is when a man is aroused.” I said.
Diane then asked. Is it always hard like this?” I said. “No honey, it is usually small and soft and limp, it only gets hard and long when a guy gets sexually aroused or excited.”
“Oh I see” she said.

Then I asked. “You like to lick and suck on pop-cycles?” Diane said she did. so I asked her to treat my cock like a pop-cycle, but no teeth, ever, as that hurts.
Diane moved in front of me and began to lick my cock at first, then started sucking it and swirling her tongue around. She was really great as she had me ready to cum in minutes.
I told her I was about to cum, but she didn’t stop, and I tensed up and grunted as I came in the best orgasm I have had in years, as I filled her mouth with my cum, which she swallowed.

When she was done and sat back up, I said. “Wow, that was great, you really picked up on that quickly, your a great cock sucker.” She blushed and thanked me.
Then I asked both girls if they had ever “eaten” a pussy. They both said no.
I said. “Well I’ll have to teach you that, it just may come in handy, hell you may even find you love eating each other.”
Diane looked at me and said. “Wouldn’t that make us lesbians?”
“No, it would make you bisexual, which is somewhat normal with girls your age.” I said. “Would you like me to teach you two to eat pussy?”
They looked at each other and nodded yes.

I had Diane lay back and spread her legs, with Debbie sitting beside her hips, so she could watch me. I moved between Diane’s legs and began caressing her soft firm breasts, and occasionally gently pinching her nipples. After a few minutes I began working a hand down her chest and stomach to her soft smooth beautiful legs, and caressed them, while continuing to alternately caress her breasts with the other.
When Diane was breathing harder and moaning softly, I moved down to her pussy. I parted her lips and showed Debbie her inner parts, including, raising her hood and exposing her sensitive clit.
I said to Debbie and Diane. “First you gently lick around the outer lips to excite her, then move inside and lick her inner lips and around and in her entrance. Once she is really hot and she begins rocking her hips, then you can go directly for her covered clit, licking around and up and down over it. Then when she is at the brink of orgasm you can take her clit in your mouth and suck on it while flicking it with your tongue, this is guaranteed to make her cum, and usually cum hard. I’ll demonstrate this with both of you.”

I began licking Diane’s pussy lips and then just inside. As she quickly heated, I began licking her entrance and inner lips. Then when she was really moaning and rocking her hips I began licking her clit. Diane gasped loudly and bucked up when I first licked her clit. I kept licking her clit until Diane cried out that she was about to cum so hard. I took her clit between my lips and sucked it while flicking it. This sent Diane off as she immediately began shuddering as she came. I continued to suck and flick her clit until her orgasm eased off, then I went back to just licking it for several seconds, then back to her inner lips and entrance until she calmed down.
I sat up and asked her how she liked that. “OH MY GOD, that was the most incredible thing I have ever felt. I have never cum that hard. I never new I could cum like that and feel what I felt when you sucked and flicked my clit. Thanks man.”
“Well Debbie what did you learn?” I asked.
I watched every thing you did, and every thing she showed she was feeling and I think I could do that to a girl and like it.”

“Well, Debbie, now it’s your turn to experience this, while Diane watches and learns.” I said
Debbie and Diane traded places, and I moved between her soft smooth legs and began caressing her breasts, occasionally pinching her nipples gently. Then I moved a hand down and caressed her beautiful legs. Debbie didn’t take long to start panting as she was already hot from watching me lick Diane’s pussy. I then bent down and spread Debbie’s pussy lips and explained to Diane, just what she was seeing and how to find her clit. Then I began licking Debbie’s outer lips for a while, then parting her lips, I began licking her inner lips and around and into her entrance. Debbie quickly rose toward her orgasm and was soon moaning and rocking her hips. I licked her clit for a few seconds, causing her to rocket toward orgasm, so I took her clit between my lips and sucked on it and flicked my tongue over her clit bring her to an instant and powerful orgasm as she shuddered and her juice coated my chin. I sucked and flicked her clit until her orgasm subsided, then I licked her clit and pussy lips until she came down. Then I sat up and asked Diane if she had seen what I was doing, and at what point in Debbie’s arousal I changed to the more pleasure intense stimulation I was giving her to make her cum. She told me she had and thought she could do it ok. I asked Debbie how she liked being eaten. She said. “It was great just like Bobby does to me before we fuck.”
Speaking of fucking, when can we fuck?” Diane asks.
“Well first I’m going to let you watch me fuck your sister, so you can get a good idea what you will be experiencing.” I said
Debbie was excited by this, as was Diane.

I asked Diane to lay flat on her back on the bed. Then I had Debbie move over Diane in a sixty nine position with her legs spread, so Diane could see Debbie’s pussy. Then I moved behind Debbie and guiding my cock between her pussy lips I moved it around inside them, coating it with her juices and locating her entrance. Then I slowly began pushing my cock into Debbie’s pussy, causing her to gasp softly as my cock head penetrated her and slid in. I heard Diane whisper. “Oh my god.” as she watched my cock slid into her sisters pussy. I began fucking Debbie slowly, saying to Diane. This is what it looks like when a guy fucks a girl, this is the doggy position.”
Diane said. “I never imagined I would look like that, I can see her lips pull out when you pull out and disappear inside her when you push in.” Diane reached up and rubbed Debbie’s clit, which caused her to flinch at the touch. “You’ll make her cum hard and quicker if you keep rubbing her clit.” I said.
“How in the hell did you know I was rubbing her clit?” Diane asked.
Didn’t you see her flinch when you first touched her clit?” I asked.
“Oh ya I did.” Diane said.
“Well that flinch will usually occur when a girl is highly aroused, and you touch her clit.”
“Oh I didn’t know that.” Diane said.
I pulled out of Debbie and stood. I said “I’ll show you some more positions before we come back to this one and we make Debbie cum, then I’ll fuck you. Ok?”
“Ok.” Diane says. “Ok” Debbie says.

I laid on my back on the bed, with my knees at the edge. I had Diane stand in front of me. Then I ask Debbie to kneel over my waist, facing Diane, and ride me. Debbie climbs over me and positions her pussy over my cock. She sinks down on me, taking my cock deep into her pussy. Debby begins fucking me at a nice pace.
As Debbie is riding me I look around her at Diane, who is watching us fuck, intently. She see me looking at her and says. “Man that looks good, I can’t wait to try it.”
I ask Debbie to get off me and stand in the middle of the room, with her legs spread. I ask Diane to stand to the side of Debbie so she can watch as I move up behind Debbie and enter her pussy and fuck her while reaching around and caressing her breasts. Debbie lays her head back on my shoulder and moans. After a minute I pull out and move around in front of her. I raise one of her legs up by the knee and stepping close I sink my cock deep into her pussy and fuck her with long slow strokes for a moment. I look at Diane and say. This is the two most common standing positions.”
Then I pull out and have her lay on the bed with her legs spread. I have Diane stand by our feet as I move over Debbie and lying over her I enter her and begin fucking her. I look at Diane and say. “This is the most common way people fuck.”
Then I ask Debbie to raise her legs up with her knees bent as I sink very deep into her pussy. I look at Diane and say. “In this position I can get my cock very deep into her pussy. Some girls really like this, because it makes them feel more filled and allows her clit to be rubbed by the guy’s groin when he moves in deep.”
Debbie says. “I’m one of them. I love it when Bobby and I fuck in this position, I cum harder and faster than in any other position.”

I pull out of Debbie and get up off her. I have Diane lay on her back on the bed with her legs spread. Then I have Debbie move back over her in the sixty nine. I ask Debbie to lick Diane’s pussy, and Diane Lick Debbie’s clit while I fuck Debbie.
I moved behind Debbie and entering her pussy I began fucking her as Diane licked her clit, and she licked Diane’s pussy.
It didn’t take more than about a minute for Debbie to reach her orgasm and begin to shudder hard as she came hard. Then when Debbie’s orgasm subsided completely I slowed my pace for a minute, before pulling out and getting up. I said to Diane. “You ready to fuck now?”
“I’ve been ready for a long while now.” she said

I asked Debbie to roll off Diane so I could move over her. When she did I moved between her legs, which she spread wider as I moved down onto her. I reached down and positioned my cock between her pussy lips and moved it around a while to tease her. Then I placed my cock head at her entrance and gently pushed in. Diane gasped when my cock head popped through her entrance and hit her hymen. I asked Debbie to reach between us and rub Diane’s clit.
When she did Diane cried out. “Oh my god that feels so fucking good. I can’t believe it. I can feel your cock in my entrance stretching it while Debbie is rubbing my clit, which feels fantastic.
Soon Diane begins rocking her hips and groaning louder and louder. Then after about a minute she says. “Oh god I’m gonna cum!!”
I was getting ready to take her at just the right time. Then Diane tensed and when I felt her begin to shudder as she came, I pushed my cock through her hymen, and deep into her pussy, allowing the intense pleasure of her orgasm mask the pain of her hymen tearing, which it did. My cock was fully inside her by the time her orgasm subsided.

When Diane opened her eyes and looked me in the eyes, I said. “Yes baby, my cock is completely inside you.” She said. “I know, I can feel it inside me. I just can’t believe how good it feels to be filled by your cock.”
“Well when your ready, I’ll start moving. and if it hurts or feels uncomfortable, I’ll stop.” I said.
“Go ahead, I’m ready.” she said.
I slowly pulled all but the head of my cock out of her, and sensing no discomfort from her I pushed it back in. Not sensing any discomfort from her I began fucking her slowly. When Diane began moaning softly, I began fucking her a little faster, causing her to moan louder. When she began rocking her hips and was moaning louder I began fucking her harder, and faster. Diane soon tensed up and cried out. “I’m going to cum… Oh god I’m cumming!” as she began convulsing and shuddering as she came. The heat and contracting of her pussy were enough to make me cum and I began to grunt and my cock throbbed as I had my first orgasm in a pussy in three years. I had forgotten how fantastic it feels to cum in a pussy. instead of in my hand.
When our orgasms subsided I pulled out of her and sat up. Diane looked at me then Debbie and said. “Oh god that felt so incredible, now I know why you and Bobby fuck so often and so long. That feels so great I want to do it again and again.”
“We will baby, we will, I loved fucking you too. but now I’m spent, lets go get cleaned up.” I said.

We headed to the shower and got cleaned up.
I arranged to get together with Diane on Monday.
She called Sunday evening to tell me she and Debbie spent half of the day licking each others pussy and having mutual orgasms in the sixty nine. And that I was right about them loving the intense pleasure licking each others pussy.

End of part 2… for now

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An alien visitor changes one college forever!

College Affairs
by Droid447

Cheerleading practice was over. Janet and Bianca waited in the locker rooms until everyone else left. They had flirted with each other during the last few weeks, hesitant about taking the first step. When they did, there was no stopping them. Janet looked out the door, making sure they were alone…

“I thought they would never leave,” Janet said.

Bianca looked at her friend with loving eyes, thinking, She is so pretty.

As usual, Janet was more forthcoming, walking over to Bianca and embracing her. Bianca hesitated for a second, still not used to make out with a girl but she wanted this more than anything. She moved her hands over Janet’s breasts and whispered, “Your touch always makes me tremble…”

They looked into each other’s eyes with true passion; eager to kiss, eager to feel. They leaned forward at the same time. Their tongues entwined and danced for a few minutes; slowly and seductive at first, then fervently, giving up to their youthful impatience. Their breasts raised and rubbed against each other’s as their breathing deepened and accelerated.

Janet untied Bianca’s top and excitedly glided down to lick her nipples. Bianca moaned and shuddered, thrusting her chest forward to meet the relentless tongue that made her feel so good.
She knew that Janet could make her cum just by playing with the breasts, but her body was demanding for more, much more…

A moment later, Bianca was leaning back against the lockers while Janet slid her head beneath the cheerleader’s mini skirt. Janet firmly attached her mouth to her lover’s pussy, licking and sucking with unrestrained eagerness. Her tongue twirled around Bianca’s clitoris and all over the wet, sensitive labia.

Bianca had no chance to endure this delicious treatment for more than a few minutes without reaching a powerful orgasm. She felt her legs trembling rapidly and her hips bucking forward just an instant before her world turned into a blinding white light that sparked behind her rolling eyes.

While the orgasmic spasms rippled through her body, Bianca grabbed Janet’s head as best she could and pushed it against her crotch, urging her friend to keep licking until she couldn’t remain standing any longer. Janet gladly complied, shoving her tongue deep into Bianca’s twitching pussy, twirling it around, hoping to prolong the blissful experience for her lover.

The enraptured teen slowly bent her feeble legs, sliding to the polished floor. She had never felt this good before. Hooking up with Janet was the best thing that had ever happened to her.

When Bianca came down from heaven, it was time to return the favor.

Janet laid on the small, wooden bench and taking advantage of her outstanding flexibility, easily lifted her thighs close to her chest, presenting her wet pussy to her lover. Bianca enjoyed the view for a moment before resting her lithe form on the bench as well. Then she lowered her head and delicately licked her friend’s waiting pussy lips. She tastes so good!

This gentle touch made Janet shiver in bliss. She lifted her head to look at her beautiful lover kissing her nether parts so delightfully.

And as she got closer to climax, her reaction was the same as Bianca’s. Janet pushed her girlfriend’s head deeper between her legs while moaning loudly. So far, the couple had been very discrete, careful not to get caught. But at this moment, Janet couldn’t care less if someone could hear her from outside the room. This felt incredible!

Bianca got a little concerned that Janet was making too much noise, but she kept her mouth attached to her lover’s pussy nonetheless. She owed it to her.

Janet’s entire body bucked uncontrollably when her orgasm exploded. Waves of ecstasy radiated from her crotch to her brain, turning the room in a blur of spinning colors. Every lash of Bianca’s tongue unleashed a new blissful spasm that repeated several times, until the overwhelmed woman laid exhausted and completely satisfied on the bench.

A moment later, Bianca stood up, her face smeared with Janet’s juices, and started walking towards the showers. She looked back with a mischievous smile and thought about inviting Janet to join her but her lover seemed so peaceful lying on the bench with a heavenly expression on her face that she decided not to disturb her.

“I’m going to take a shower. Be right back. Don’t go anywhere,” Bianca said.

“…be right here. Love you…” was Janet’s faint response.

***

While Janet rejoiced in the lingering aftermath of climax, a strange and silent creature walked beneath the bench where she rested. Its body was dark gray about the size of a tennis ball. It was smooth and hairless, supported by three bony legs about twenty centimeters longs. It’s head was just an elongated extension of the main body with no eyes, nose or ears. It definitely looked weird and alien.

The monster had been attracted by the intense emotions that emanated from the girls a moment ago; more specifically, their brain activity during orgasm. Now it was getting closer to Janet’s leg.

Unaware of the danger, Janet was daydreaming, Dating Bianca is my best idea ever. I think I really love her.

The small creature didn’t know if his venom was sufficiently strong to immobilize this large female enough time to find her control center; her brain. The alien was gambling with his life. But this was the way it had been done since forever. Sometimes they succeeded and sometimes they got crushed to death.

He jumped a few centimeters forward and stabbed her skin!

Janet felt a sharp pinch on her leg and she jerked for a fraction of a second, then she couldn’t move at all. It was as if her entire body suddenly became paralyzed. Stiff and weak at the same time.

“Ouch!” Janet was able to yelp briefly before her vocals cords became unusable.

“Are you ok?” Bianca asked from the showers. She heard the bleat but figured that Janet had bumped her bare feet into something. She just smiled.

Janet realized in panic that something was crawling up her leg but she couldn’t do anything about it. She tried in vain to scream. Only a soft, muffled grunt escaped her kips.

What is happening to me?! I can’t move!!

The creature followed the barely perceptible electrical activity emanating from Janet’s brain. He was very close now, walking over her chest. He was also able to detect the fear within the female. This fear was going to make her very dangerous once the paralyzing effect of the venom washed off. He needed to act quickly.

As the creature reached Janet’s neck and started climbing on her face, the scared woman was able to see him! Oh my God! What is this thing? This is not possible!

Janet tried to make sense of this impossible situation. Maybe she had fallen sleep after sex and she was having a nightmare; but why were her eyes wide open? Why she couldn’t she wake up? Please! I have to wake up!

The creature walked over Janet’s face and placed its weird cylindrical head over the woman’s forehead. Being so small, the creature needed to get very close to the subject in order to make a successful mind-link. At this short distance from her brain, the creature could easily sense all the electrical activity developing within her skull. He got excited.

Janet first saw a brief spark and heard a crackling, electrical noise. Her vision became blurry. In an instant, it became very difficult to formulate coherent thoughts as they turned sluggish and discontinuous.

This was the creature’s main ability. It intercepted, interpreted and rearranged the electrical connections between Janet’s neurons by sending electrical discharges of its own. The little monster needed to convince Janet that he was a friend. She should not be afraid. From now on, it would be her job to take care of him.

The sheer terror that Janet felt just a moment ago started to vanish as new, alien thoughts filtered into her mind. She couldn’t understand why but the monster didn’t seem that threatening any more. If fact she felt a warmth cursing through her body as she realized that this creature was not a stranger. But how could that be if she had never seen it before? Janet was so confused.

After a couple of minutes, Janet’s own thoughts was inexorably pushed to the bottom of her mind while a new important idea settled in her mind. This creature was her friend. She must have forgotten about it momentarily. She should take care of her friend like she ‘always’ had. This important knowledge would remain imprinted in her brain so she would not forget it again.

It didn’t take long before the mind bending process was complete. When the creature climbed off Janet’s body, she couldn’t form a single thought. The stunned woman sat up puzzled and disoriented, her wide-opened eyes staring forward, her arms hanging limply by her sides. A moment passed before her brain got up to speed and formed a cognitive content; it was a simple one…

Follow… friend.

Janet stood up and started walking, swaying her hips sexily even though no one was watching. Close in front of her, the creature led the way.

A few meters behind them, inside the showers, Bianca turned off the water and reached for a towel. She hummed a happy song, picturing Janet’s naked body on the bench, looking sexy as hell.
Bianca walked out and found an empty room. Janet was gone without even saying goodbye.

The confused teen started to wonder if she had done something wrong, making Janet angry. Why did she leave without me?

***

The boiler room entrance was just a few meters away from the locker area. It was an ample, warm room; perfect for the creature’s needs. He had chosen it to make a new, permanent home.

When the alien stopped, Janet did too. Then she felt the need to lie down, hoping that he would help her “remember” how to take care of him. The dumbfounded woman lay flat on the ground, with her legs close together and her arms by her sides, hands open, palms down. This position felt right and should wait like as long as necessary.

The creature moved around her, investigating Janet’s body. He touched her leg but nothing happened. Then he touched her arm with the same result. Now that the female was calmed and utterly receptive, her brainwaves were weak, almost absent. Brain activity was the monster’s food; he nurtured on it. He needed to find out why this woman was sending vibes so strongly before, when she and the other female were touching each other.

The creature positioned itself beside her head and started sending thousands of electrical permutations per second through Janet’s brain until he found the correct response. The woman moaned softly and spread her legs without knowing that she was doing it. At the same time, her brain spiked with a strong, succulent signal.

The monster discovered that sexual stimulus was the key to get stronger, nurturing brainwaves from the female. This required further investigation. He walked around Janet’s body and moved between her legs.

Janet felt a subtle touch along her vaginal lips and this made her jolt. Her brain spiked again sending another wave. The alien sensed it. This was the right spot. The enthralled woman had a dull sensation that this wasn’t right; nobody should be playing with her pussy except Bianca. But she chose to ignore it. It was imperative to take care of her new friend.

After finding her vaginal cavity, the invader pushed his conic head inside. It penetrated just a few centimeters but it was enough to understand the workings of her body. This was the reproduction center, hence the pleasure that produced in the female’s mind when it was touched.

Meanwhile, Janet started to breath faster. Her stunned mind could process little more than basic needs, pleasure among them. There was nothing else in her brain that could interfere with this joyful sensation. She just had to lay there immobile with her legs spread wide. Her eyes began to drift upward from time to time, as her arousal grew stronger, filling the void in her reprogrammed mind.

After a few minutes, Janet was lifting her hips from the ground and swaying them slightly up and down. The creature was fascinated by this odd reaction and tried to push his head deeper, wondering how far it could go. When he did, Janet moaned louder with an increasingly higher pitch.

But then, a violent jolt from the woman made the creature pull back. A series of potent, pleasurable brainwaves traveled the short distance between Janet’s head and the creature’s. There could be only one reason for this. She was reaching the peak of her arousal! She was climaxing!

While the bewildered woman twitched and shuddered from an orgasm that refused to fade, the creature climbed on top of her chest and aimed his head towards her brain. These strong orgasmic vibes were exactly what he needed for nurturing. And he was planning to get more, much more.

A few hours later and after three more orgasms, Janet was still on the ground, now resting stiffly on her stomach. She held her head high up, staring wide-eyed into nothing like a human sphinx.
The monster stood on the woman’s back, pressing his head against her skull, sending an endless river of electrical discharges into her brain.

After learning the importance of sexual stimulation, he began to alter her mind to facilitate this function, and consequently, to obtain better and stronger orgasmic brainwaves. During the entire process, Janet’s pussy never stopped twitching.

The creature also understood that more females meant more nurturing food. Something had to be done about that.

***

Janet sneaked back into the locker’s room, swiftly got dressed and started searching for Bianca. She looked and acted normal but now Janet had a completely different purpose in life and she would do anything to fulfill it, even betraying her lover. She found Bianca in the classroom.

“Hey! Where were you?” Bianca asked upset, “You left me in the locker rooms without saying a word.”

“I was looking for something… and I found it,” Janet said with a sexy voice. “Come with me. Let me show you what it is.”

“What are you talking about? What is it?” Bianca asked with curiosity.

Bianca followed Janet into the boiler room wondering what was going on. She had never been in this room before and noted immediately that it was cozy and secluded. She smiled naughtily as Janet spoke…

“Welcome to the boiler room; our new love nest,” Janet said.

“Wow! I didn’t know this room existed!” Bianca exclaimed, already picturing herself naked within Janet’s arms. “This is so awesome!”

“No one comes in here. This is all for us,” Janet added.

Bianca was relieved that Janet had a perfect explanation for leaving her this morning. This place was ideal for their sexual escapades and they wasted no time. Janet stripped Bianca while kissing her on the mouth, then removed her own clothes.

With her arousal in overdrive, Janet pulled Bianca to the ground and moved hastily between her legs. An instant later, her tongue was lashing Bianca’s clitoris without mercy. It just took her a few minutes to have her friend twitching in the midst of a joyful climax.

Bianca arched her back while her moaning echoed across the ample room. Within her orgasmic spasms, she could feel Janet’s mouth attached to her crotch like there was no tomorrow. It was very different from the gentle treatment that her lover gave her earlier that day. As if it was a different woman altogether. Nonetheless, Bianca enjoyed enormously and her climax lasted longer than even before.

Afterwards, Bianca lay feebly on the ground, thankful for the lovely gift. She watched with dreamy eyes as Janet crawled on top of her and pinned her arms against the floor. She found this a little odd but she trusted that Janet had something kinky in mind.

“God! I came so hard and so fast! You are so wonderful!” Bianca whispered, “It is my turn to make you cum.”

Janet didn’t answer. She just looked back at Bianca with an empty stare.

Bianca was about to ask what was wrong when she heard a sound near her head, like the footsteps of a small dog. She turned to look and her face displayed true terror. The alien was a few centimeters from her head and she thought that it was a giant spider. Bianca screamed!

“Ahh! A spider!! Janet, let go of my arms! Help me up!!”

Then the strangest thing happened. She heard a crackling noise and all her thoughts became fuzzy. Nothing made sense. The screaming stopped, replaced by a muted grunt. Then, the panic started to vanish. A sudden knowledge popped in her mind. This “spider” was special; it was friendly. Meanwhile, electrical currents that projected from the alien’s head filtered into her skull.

After a few seconds, Bianca stopped resisting and lay there immobile, with unfocused and unblinking eyes, as her thoughts were bent or suppressed according to the creature’s needs. Janet was excited to see her friend looking up at her without looking at all. Now Bianca would be friends with the creature too and they all could be together forever.

The creature continued rearranging Bianca’s mind the same way it had done with Janet, but he was doing it a lot faster; taking special attention to the parts that controlled sexual stimulation.

Janet released Bianca’s arms and move to the site. She rubbed her pussy while watching Bianca’s nipples swelling as big as hers. Both women were moaning in synchrony and soon they both would be reaching climax at the same time.

The next day, Janet and Bianca kept attending classes just to keep appearances, but they both looked distracted, thinking about their new friend all the time. Janet felt that it was wrong to leave the creature unattended in the boiler room and she couldn’t wait to go back. Her arousal was especially evident at her crotch, as a wet stain spread all over her denim short shorts caused by the seeping juices from her pussy.

From then on, Janet and Bianca spent every spare moment they had in the boiler room. Their love for each other was just an added value to a more powerful reason; they needed to take care of their new friend. It was an unavoidable obligation that was deeply imprinted in their minds and they followed this command by constantly seeking the strongest possible climax.

***

The creature grew rapidly, feeding from the girls’ mind-blowing orgasms, multiplying his size in just a few days.

The girls were both naked. Janet was kneeling on the cement floor straddling Bianca’s head, who had her tongue as deep as she could inside Janet’s pussy, prolonging her latest climax. Bianca could feel Janet’s thighs trembling around her face and could hear the loud moans that filled the isolated room.

Janet enjoyed the overpowering bliss, completely unaware that her orgasmic brainwaves were being absorbed with ravenous necessity by the monster standing next to her.

A moment later, Bianca was kneeling on her hands and knees. Janet was behind her with her face buried between her round buttocks. Bianca was already on the verge of orgasm and her alien friend was near her head ready to feed from it.

As Bianca reached climax, her torso started to buck violently up and down within the waves of ecstasy that traveled across her spine to her brain and from her brain to the creature.

Every passing day became an orgasm marathon. The girls’ minds had been altered in such a way that each climax was easily reached and the two sexy lovers enjoyed this modification enormously, without even realizing about the change at all.

The alien made other alterations to the girls’ minds, more subtle but just as real and controlling. The girls no longer considered him just a friend, it was more than that. He was their reason to live. He was their owner. He was their Master.

***

The rapid growth of the creature demanded a lot more food. It was time to add another woman to the harem and Janet knew the perfect candidate. Savanna was a wild girl and her fame preceded her. Janet made up a story about a sexy encounter with some football players in the boiler room and Savanna didn’t hesitate to join in.

“Are you sure Mark is coming? I think he is so hot!” Savanna asked excitedly, wearing a sexy and brief summer dress.

“Yes. He is coming. They’ll be here in just a moment.” Janet lied.

As they walked into the ample room, Savanna was a little surprised to see Bianca already naked waiting for them.

“Oh my! You certainly don’t want to waste any time!” Savanna said with a smile on her face, “I never suspected that you were this bold.”

“You won’t let her outshine us, will you?” Janet asked Savanna daringly.

“No way!” Savanna responded, already pulling her dress over her head.

They all laid on the floor and waited. Savanna had never done something this wild and she was thrilled.

“This is so crazy! Have you done this before? How did you find this place?” Savanna asked, showing a hint of nervousness.

“We have spent a lot of time here. You will not regret this,” Janet responded expressionless.

The unsuspecting woman failed to see the large monster hiding behind a large structure, watching her every move. The creature approached silently from behind and sent a bolt of electricity to exactly the right spots within Savanna’s brain.

Savanna felt as if somebody had smashed her directly on her head and then all of her thoughts frozen.

Two seconds later, Savanna’s eyes were completely rolled back and her body was shuddering from the accurate stimulation of her nervous system. Her legs stiffened outwardly, her nipples swelled incredible large and her pussy gushed like a fountain. She was having her first electrical-induced orgasm. Savanna remained in the same position, shuddering uncontrollably for a couple of minutes unable to think anything but feeling everything. Her pussy twitched without pause the entire time. She was in heaven.

The monster had learned a lot from Janet and Bianca and he used all his knowledge to swiftly subdue his new slave. A moment later, Savanna was completely drained from energy, passive and receptive.

Janet lovingly rested Savanna’s limp body on her lap while her Master reprogrammed the stunned woman with a new way of thinking, a new purpose in life. While reading and rearranging her neuronal connections, the creature realized something different. Unlike Janet and Bianca, this woman didn’t crave for the company of other women; she craved for a male, more specifically, a phallus.

Quickly adapting to the new information, the creature created a “phallus” according to the picture in Savanna’s brain, adding a few characteristics of his own. This object would be sufficient to satisfy her new slave and keep her climaxing as needed.

The creature moved above Savanna’s limp body while the strange, newly-formed appendage emerged from the lower part of the its main bulk. Janet and Bianca looked at it wondering what it was. It looked like a large, twisting and living dildo about five centimeters thick and very long. Small bluish protuberances along its surface created electrical circuits that sparked from one to the other, and were perfectly calibrated to further stimulate Savanna’s sensitive body.

The dildo approached Savanna’s crotch until the tip penetrated her pussy. The astounded woman twitched and moaned out loud, waking from her spellbinding reverie. The opposite side of the appendage detached from the creature’s underbelly and fell between the woman’s thighs.

Savanna felt the fat appendage slithering deep within her vaginal cavity, stretching her and filling her completely. This feeling was amazing but what really drove her over the edge was the electrical sparks that caused her pussy and her brain to jolt simultaneously, over and over. The woman reached another instant orgasm and the alien feed from it.

While Savanna climaxed harder than the previous time, Janet watched the appendage disappear inside the girl’s body, making her belly bulge. Janet imagined that long phallus curling and twisting inside Savanna’s womb, stimulating her beyond belief. She had to try that soon.

“It slid completely inside of her!” Bianca exclaimed, thinking the same thing.

***

Savanna joined Janet and Bianca in their frequent visits to the boiler room. Every recess in their regular classes and every day after class, they were all there; playing with each other and with the monster’s appendages.

Today Janet was facing away from Bianca and bending forward while her lover had her entire fist and part of her forearm pumping in and out of her pussy. This way, she would be climaxing in no time. Beside them, Savanna was squatting with the electrical, living appendage hanging from her pussy. She wasn’t moving and neither the worm but they didn’t have to. She was on the verge of orgasm and one more spark would send her over the edge.

Despite the vast number of orgasmic energy, it was not enough. The alien needed more slaves before even considering the next stage in his plans to establish a permanent home.

***

Karla was wearing her sexiest outfit to get Mark’s attention and she succeeded. After the last class of the day, they moved to the farthest corner of the empty classroom. Mark immediately embraced her, thinking sex was a done deal. Karla was taken aback by this. She wanted to be with him but not like this; not in this place. Someone might walk in at any moment. Mark found this even more exciting.

“Come on. You know you want this,” Mark said with his bedroom voice.

“Yes but… not here. Let’s go somewhere else,” Karla begged.

“Let’s do it right here. Who cares if someone sees us?” Mark insisted.

“Mark… no,” Karla whispered with not much conviction.

Mark shoved his hand under Karla’s skirt and started fondling her pussy. She moaned out loud and then regretted it, realizing that somebody might hear her. She knew that she was getting too horny to stop. She couldn’t have sex inside a classroom and risk getting caught. She had to stop!

“Stop it Mark. We can’t do it here!” Karla said loudly, pushing his hand away.

Being a total jackass, Mark got angry at Karla’s hesitance and stormed out of the room. He believed he was too cool to be rejected by any woman. “What?! You get me all worked up and then push me away? You are just a teaser, bitch!”

“No… I’m sorry… I…” Karla said almost crying as Mark stormed out of the room.

Janet was checking the school grounds making sure nobody was around before going back to the boiler room, when she heard someone crying. She found Karla sitting on the floor, ashamed and confused. Janet couldn’t waste this opportunity.

“Hi Karla, are you ok? What happened?” Janet said with faked concern.

“I blew it. I am a fool. Mark hates me!”

“Don’t worry about it. It will be alright,” Janet said, caressing her cheek, “Come with me. I know something that it’s going to make you feel a lot better.”

“What is it?” Karla asked, thankful to have a shoulder to cry on.

Moments later, Karla’s body was straining under the throes of a sudden, alien-induced climax. Her mind was completely blank, allowing the sole presence of overpowering pleasure. The woman was on her knees, leaning forward, with her arms being help tightly by Savanna and Janet. Her hips jolted back and forth within short, rapid spasms while she grunted in ecstasy and a brief gush of pee sprayed from her twitching pussy lips. Her mind absorbed the electrical signals that inescapably rearranged her mind while the creature, who now was more than a meter tall, had his head glued to the young woman’s forehead.

Janet had been right about making Karla feel better. At this moment, Karla no longer remembered Mark or even her own name. She was in utter bliss.

After a few minutes, Janet and Savanna knew that they could let go of Karla’s arms. Janet stepped back and watched the show with expressionless excitement. Karla was part of the harem now and her life would never be the same.

My Master is so powerful! Janet thought, feeling her pussy moistening again.

Savanna also observed the scene for a moment, but then she got distracted by the loving feeling of her worm sliding out of her pussy. The worm served its purpose well, stimulating the aroused woman all day and all night, forcing her to reach orgasm after orgasm.

Janet saw the worm and knelt at Savanna’s feet, engulfing the fat appendage between her lips. She just loved the way its electrical discharges tickled her brain.

Nearby, Karla started to feel those arousing discharges as well for the first time. The monster extruded another appendage, identical to the one in Savanna’s body, and penetrated the girl’s pussy. The newest slave reached yet another orgasm while the appendage was only half way in. Then, it was gone from view.

The experience gained by the creature studying the brains of his increasing number of slaves had paid off. Karla’s mind was now extremely vulnerable to any kind of sexual stimulation, driving her easily into climax and the transformation took the creature only a few minutes.

***

The days passed and more women were added to the monster’s harem. There were at least three woman around the creature at all times, reaching continuous orgasms and providing a never-ending supply of food. Most of the time, there were more…

Women shared electric appendages connecting one pussy to another, or pussy to ass. Tongues and fists invaded every hole. Moans echoed in the room’s walls but did not travel further away. The boiler room had proven to be both cozy and secure.

The creature decided that it was time to initiate the next stage. Using the same hole in his underbelly to extrude the living dildos, The alien was now expelling a thick greenish substance that would form a nest. He was getting ready for procreation.

While the shapeless mass spread across the floor, Savanna and Cynthia, a new slave, shared a dildo. Both women moaned at the same time, mirroring each other, following the rhythm of the electrical discharges that emanated from the alien proboscis, pulsating deep within their pussies.

A few steps away, Bianca couldn’t stop her continuous orgasms as Janet’s tongue twirled around her clitoris and ass. Her legs trembled rapidly in the air and tightened around Janet’s head, urging her to keep licking her; to keep her cuming.

And the same was happening to Janet, who had a dildo pushing into her body as it dangled from Karla’s pussy. Janet was no longer losing awareness during climax. Instead, she had learned to keep it going for as long as possible, providing more food for her Master. She felt the mild electrical shocks in her crotch intensifying while her hips shuddered back and forth, causing the fat worm to zealously pump her ass.

Karla had hosted the appendage inside of her body for only a few days but now she felt as if it was part of her. She loved to feel the constant tingling in her pussy everywhere and all the time. As soon as she came back to the boiler room, the worm glided out of her tight hole, looking for a partner to penetrate; and there was always one available.

Karla found it difficult to remain in the same position as her orgasm exploded in her loins but it felt too good to let it end. She moaned and shuddered, keeping the dildo connected to Janet’s anus and completely unaware of the strange event ocurring right behind her. The greenish mass was growing larger.

The nest preparation was going to take several days but time was not an issue. Bit by bit, it grew and expanded up to three meters in diameter. The creature had already selected who was going to be the breeder of his first offspring. He chose Janet, the most docile and his favorite.

***

Janet didn’t know what was going to happen and didn’t care. She was instructed to lay still on the soft, mushy surface and she obeyed. The greenish, organic cushion that her master had created was warm and comfortable. Just lying there, waiting, had her on the brink of orgasm.

The large creature moved forward straddling Janet’s body, aiming his crotch at her pussy. When he was in position, a fat phallus emerged from its sheath. It didn’t look like the detachable proboscis the creature extruded before. This one was a streaked, grayish pipe with a rounded tip exuding a glossy lubricant.

Janet jolted violently when she felt the tip of her master’s cock touching the delicate spot between her legs. Her pussy was on fire and the sensation of the cold appendage was overpowering. Janet grunted knowing that her orgasm was seconds away.

The woman’s legs trembled and her torso jerked up and down while the monster’s cock penetrated her vaginal cavity, igniting a potent climax that shattered her already broken mind. Janet felt it going deep inside of her, stretching her pussy to the limit. The overwhelming sensation wouldn’t let the orgasm fade away. Her wide open eyes stared forward into the ceiling as the world around her disappeared and the phallus reached bottom.

Both the woman and the creature remained in place, almost immobile, as Janet’s climax began to subside. Meanwhile, a bulge formed at the base of the creature’s cock. It was slowly moving downward towards the slave’s crotch.

Soon, the bulge passed between Janet’s pussy lips and into her cavity. She moaned and spread her legs wider. The tension of her strained body was evident while her belly expanded allowing passage to the fat object until an elongated greenish egg, the size of a baseball, emerged from the hollow phallus and penetrated into Janet’s womb.

With this, her orgasm reignited, sending her towards a series of brutal spasms that trashed her body like a rag-doll. Janet moaned so loud, that she risked being heard from the halls at the other side of the walls, but at this moment, she couldn’t care less. She somehow knew that she was being host to a new life-form… a new Master!

Once the creature was certain that the egg was in safely in place, he began to retract his cock. The feeling of Janet’s tight passage twitching hard around his phallus was an obvious indication that she was ready to undergo her new task. Janet would carry the egg just for a few days, during its most vulnerable time. Yet, it should be enough to pass her DNA into the unborn creature.

***

Aside from Janet’s growing belly, the following days were business as usual in the boiler room.

Janet was lying comfortably on the mushy nest with her mouth attached to Bianca’s pussy, while her lover shuddered and moaned under the throes of a lovely orgasm. The egg within Janet’s womb had enlarged a few centimeters while the small embryo developed inside. It already felt heavy. Janet felt immense pleasure knowing that she was carrying a new master and she could cum just by thinking about it. Although, not as hard as Bianca was climaxing at this very moment under her expert ministrations.

Karla and Cynthia were also shivering in bliss while they shared a squirming dildo that linked Karla’s ass to Cynthia’s pussy.

The creature kept feeding from the endless orgasms of his slaves while he waited for Janet to give birth. He could sense movement within the nest entrails. The soggy, organic mass was fifteen centimeters thick and four meters in diameter, with some mounds spread evenly that rose up the thirty centimeters. The nest was also getting ready for the next stage of the offspring development.

Oblivious to the alien’s plans, the girls fucked each other and let the appendages keep them in a constant state of ecstasy. Savanna had become addicted to the delicious sensation of the dildo twisting down her throat whilst its electrical waves tickled her numbed brain.

***

One week later, the time for giving birth had arrived. Janet felt mild contractions as the egg pulsated and churned within her womb. It was an odd sensation but pleasurable nonetheless.

“It’s coming! I am giving birth!” Janet said to Bianca, who detached her suckling lips from Janet’s nipple and looked at her lover with curiosity.

Janet crouched on the mushy ground. She felt the overgrown egg descending through her lubricated passage. The lower section of the egg was already visible as her pussy lips stretched wide, letting it emerged into the world.

Bianca couldn’t stop herself from rubbing her pussy when saw the streams of a viscous fluid pouring from Janet’s opening and forming a puddle between her legs. Savanna also observed the scene with a worm squirming half way into her body.

Janet’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy as the thickest part of egg passed through her pussy lips and the upper half of the egg started the glide out, making the task a little easier. The overwhelmed woman felt the usual pain of giving birth but at the same time, she felt so much pleasure that an imminent orgasm was crashing down on her. She almost couldn’t wait for it. Bianca rubbed her pussy faster…

When Janet felt the last part of the egg vacating her body, she let herself fall backwards in bliss. Her entire body jerked with the ripples of the first orgasm even before she hit the ground.

Bianca couldn’t see any of this since she started climaxing the moment she saw the whole egg resting on the surface of the nest. The egg was green and it camouflaged perfectly within the mushy formation, as it was supposed to be. The lubricating substance that covered it and made it shine under the ceiling lights, immediately started to evaporate.

Once the egg was out in the open, the creature hurried to pick it up and moved it to a precise section of the nest. A moment later, the base of the egg extruded tiny filaments that merged firmly with the soft surface underneath and started to get nutrients from it.

***

Shortly after the nest sensed the egg’s filaments entering its surface, it became alive. A hole opened at the top of one of the mounds and a tentacle emerged. It was about five centimeters thick and very long. It waved slowly in the air, searching for food.

Savanna was right there, being witness to this new development. She looked at the tentacle with more curiosity than fear. As the rest of the slaves, she was always horny and this was undoubtedly another opportunity for pleasure.

What is this? A phallus is growing from the nest!

Savanna didn’t give it much thought and a moment later she was straddling the tentacle and guiding it to the right spot.

I must have it in me…

And this was exactly what the nest wanted. Unlike its creator, it didn’t have the capability of feeding from the female’s brainwaves. It relied on the physical touch to absorb nutrients from every possible source. Now this source was Savanna’s pussy. The tentacle pushed deep inside the woman’s tight opening, making her squeal, and started sucking her fluids with eagerness.

The creature observed nearby; so far, everything was going according to the plan.

Savanna was going berserk as the massive phallus penetrated into her body. She felt the tentacle reaching the deepest corner of her vaginal cavity and pushing even further. The tip of the bulged through the woman’s skin as it trashed wildly underneath.

Savanna was enjoying this so much, that she reached an explosive orgasm just a few minutes after the initial penetration. Her toes and fingers curled while her pussy clasped hard around the tentacle. Her mind was absolutely blank, unable to register anything but utter bliss.

The overwhelmed woman collapsed onto the soggy surface of the nest with the fat tentacle still embedded in her body, squirming and sucking the stream of lubricating fluids that she was producing. Savanna, oblivious to the world, just moaned softly, enjoying the alien appendage in her pussy.

The creature kept watching attentively. He had learned about his slave’s anatomy and he knew that Savanna could provide more nutrients than that.

A sudden spark pulled the delighted woman out her orgasmic reverie and prepared her subjugated mind for new commands. The creature attached his head to her’s and the electric signals began to flow. New instructions were received and she would obey them thoughtlessly.

Savanna turned to lie on her stomach and placed her legs to either side of the nest’s mound that harbored the tentacle. She made her intentions clear as she whispered the words…

“Fuck my ass…”

Her motion caused the nest to retrieve the tentacle momentarily from her pussy. It waved around, searching for a way back inside and poked her ass cheeks a couple of times before finding her anal entrance. When it did, the penetration was swift and deep.

Savanna grunted in bliss when she felt the thick, pulsating appendage passing through her anus, penetrating her so deeply, churning and squirming within her entrails. She felt as if the nest and herself were becoming one entity, perfectly merged into one another.

The enthralled woman enjoyed this ravishing until she felt her throat becoming full from the inside out. All thoughts vanished after this. She just stood there, in bliss, staring forward and letting herself be used at will by the nest. After all, they were one.

After squirming though her entire body, the tentacle emerged from Savanna’s mouth and twisted in the air for a moment. It realized that he had reached the other end and it was pointless to go further. It went back inside and kept feeding. Savanna reached another orgasm.

***

To the nest, the experience with Savanna’s body provided knowledge, and it started to feed the same way from all the slaves. After a few days, the egg had already doubled its size.

A combination of moans and squelching sounds filled the room constantly. Some of the girls spent all day in the boiler room, ditching classes and forgetting about keeping appearances.

At this moment, Bianca was feeling a huge tentacle pulsating in her ass, slowly sliding deeper. She could also see it projecting forward from her mouth and into Janet’s pussy. She was more than elated by this, almost in trance. She could not believe that she was being fucked in the ass and at the same time, with the same “phallus”, she was fucking her lover. Only her master could make this possible and she worshiped him for this.

Bianca reached another forceful orgasm, eyes rolling back as her mind went blank again. Yet her body endured the blissful reward almost frozen in place. A few restrained spasms shook her body for a minute. Bianca felt like an extension of the tentacle; a vessel of pleasure for her lover.

The nest had recorded, during Savanna’s exploration, that there was nothing beyond a woman’s mouth after passing through a female’s entire body. But it turned out not to be true. As Janet stood in front of Bianca’s face, she offered her pussy for penetration. The living mass of tentacles will have to take this into consideration and always search further ahead.

Janet was totally aware that the tentacle pushing into her womb was coming from Bianca’s mouth. This was enough to send her over the edge almost immediately. She parted her lips in a quiet moan and she climaxed.

Karla was also twitching under waves of incredible pleasure but she was no longer aware of this. She wasn’t aware of anything. Her mind had checked out a while back during one of her countless orgasms. Now her body moved at the creature’s will by pure instinct, receiving the tentacle and tightening around it with absolute devotion.

And from the nest’s point of view, Karla was just another source of food. It shoved the tentacle as far as possible into the woman’s pussy, absorbing her fluids. It reached her womb, making her belly bulge as it thrashed about trying to go even further. Karla just moaned and came again.

Cynthia was more aware of things but not less committed to her task. Her master had told her that she had to provide food for the nest and she dutifully offered her body. The thick appendage pushed through her pussy lips and entered her deeper than she thought possible.

The tentacle pushed all the way into Cynthia’s womb and sucked. The fluids entered the fibrous phallus and traveled down across the tube and into the main bulk of the nest. Then it moved through a complex web of fibers into the egg.

The egg was huge compared to the size it had when Janet gave birth to it, but there was still a long way to go in terms of growth.

***

Days later and with the constant care of the slaves, the egg reached its maximum size. The creature developing inside was getting ready to emerge. Karla and Cynthia were oblivious to this fact, enjoying the hungry tentacles as usual.

But at the other side of campus, Mrs. Somers, the College Dean, started to notice an increasing number of girls missing classes. This was not right and she was certain that something out of the ordinary was going on. She needed to find out what was happening…

Janet is missing a lot of classes. Bianca and Savanna too… the Dean thought.

After classes, the Dean saw Savanna wearing a skimpy dress and walking absentmindedly down the hall. She was not heading for the exit but in the opposite direction. This was very suspicious and Mrs. Somers decided to follow her.

Where is she going? What is going on here?

Savanna entered the boiler room and the Dean sneaked Behind her. When she was a few meters in, the Dean turned her head and she saw it! She saw the nest!

“Oh my God!! What is that?!” Mrs. Somers said out loud.

She couldn’t believe the scene before her eyes; the mushy formation of the nest, the tentacles, the naked students, the wild ravishing! Mrs. Somers immediately recognized Karla. She had a huge tentacle shoved up her ass and something was coming out her mouth. Cynthia was on all fours with two tentacles plugged into her body.

“What is happening?! What is this?!” the Dean asked in panic.

Savanna looked back at her, expressionless. She didn’t say a word but a thought formed in her mind, The Dean shouldn’t be here. I must inform the master.

The Dean ran back to her office and hurriedly picked up the phone. With shaking hands, she tried to press the emergency numbers but then she stopped. She couldn’t remember them! How was this possible? She was certain the she knew them. Everybody knew them!

“Oh my God! What is the number?! Is there a 9?”

Unseen airwaves were filtering into the room from across the wall and were interfering with the Dean’s brain connections.

Mrs. Somers saw movement by the door and lifted her head. There was terror in her eyes when she saw what it was. A huge spider! No, a monster! And it was walking towards her.

She wanted to run away! She wanted to scream! She did nothing.

The Dean looked at the creature with wide-open eyes. She was quivering from fear but she remained in place, frozen. She just stayed there, staring. Mrs. Somers never realized that the phone had slipped from her hand.

Her thoughts were foggy, discontinuous. This monster was doing something to her and she knew it. She tried to fight it and for a brief second she remembered the number for emergencies, “911”, but her hands wouldn’t obey her brain.

Then Mrs. Somers started to “remember” that this creature was not a stranger. It was her friend. Without turning her eyes away, she noticed that Janet was also in the room, walking closer. Her student was completely naked.

This was wrong. Students are not allowed to walk naked in school grounds. Her new ‘friend’ wanted it this way but it was wrong nonetheless. Inside her head, the Dean was still fighting.

Janet walked around the Dean’s desk, stood close behind the older woman and slipped one hand beneath her blouse. She started massaging Mrs. Somers breast and tenderly pinching her nipple.

“Janet…no.” Mrs. Somers pleaded, then she gasped softly. She was losing the battle. Maybe she shouldn’t resist. It felt so good.

Janet knelt between her teacher’s legs and slid her head underneath her skirt. The moment Mrs. Somers felt the warm tongue licking her pussy, she climaxed.

Her weakened mind, now completely open, was inundated with new knowledge; with a new reality… and with new instructions.

***

Meanwhile, in the boiler room, Savanna was getting romantic with a tentacle that just vacated Cynthia’s pussy. The alluring smell that lingered on the phallus enticed her to lick the tip… but suddenly, Savanna heard a loud squishy sound coming from the egg.

Savanna lifted her head to see the upper section of the egg opening like a flower. She could hear something tearing inside.

“It is opening,” she said to nobody in particular, “the new Master is coming!”.

***

The Dean stood like a statue in front of her desk while Janet removed her skirt. The rest of her clothes followed. After her orgasm, it became impossible to form coherent ideas, yet something in her mind was telling her body what to do, something alien and sinister.

The creature’s test had been successful. Now he was strong enough to control human minds remotely and this would be a huge advantage on his quest. He sent a command to Janet, instructing her to stimulate her teacher while he continued reshaping the Dean’s mind.

Janet started thrusting her fingers into the Dean’s pussy and a moment later she had her whole hand inside, slowly pumping the tight, sensitive cavity. Mrs. Somers, unblinking, moaned and waved her hips back and forth.

***

Savanna was also staring but for completely different reasons. Something was coming out of the nest; something big. The excited woman looked at a conic head with three reddish eyes emerging from the egg’s opening.

The thrilling event made Savanna’s pussy tingle with anticipation. Another Master was being born!

***

Mrs. Somers was now sitting on Janet’s face in absolute elation, staring forward at the creature’s head but not looking at all. Her pussy twitched, responding to Janet’s agile tongue but her brain was silent, open and subjugated. The monster’s brainwaves tickled her mind, like a soft caress and she liked it.

Suddenly, an idea formed in her mind, no, it was a feeling, coming from outside; induced by the creature. He was telling her to cum… and she did! Her pussy jolted hard, squirting all over Janet’s face. Then it jolted again, and again.

Within this orgasmic moment, the Dean realized that she existed to obey. Her former identity was irrelevant and dismissed. Mrs. Somers understood that she was a sex slave… and a new climax exploded on top of the previous one.

***

In the boiler room, after contorting her arms and multiple legs out of the constricting egg, the newborn creature was free. He stood on the nest; his body was glossy from the amniotic fluid that soaked his skin.

Savanna looked at him with awe, wondering how a creature this big could have fit inside the egg just moments ago. The monster had greyish skin and a humanoid torso but his head was large and conic, with three big, red eyes. The lower part of his body was more insect-like, with three legs that resembled those of a crab. Then Savanna looked at something amazing… his enormous cock.

As this happened, the original creature walked into the room followed by Janet and his newest slave, the college Dean. Mrs. Somers vaguely remembered being in this room recently but that memory made no sense now and it was irrelevant. All she wanted to do now was to obey and hopefully enjoy more of those glorious orgasms.

The original creature was pleased to see that his son, the first guard of the nest, had hatched from the egg. More clones of this new monster would be created… many more. And the guard itself was going to help with this task.

The creature sent a command to the Dean and the Dean’s pussy twitched…

“Mate”.

Mrs. Somers heart started beating faster at the prospect of having sex with the big creature in front of her. Her stunned brain couldn’t tell if this anxiousness was caused by fear or raw sexual excitement. It made no difference; she was going to let him fuck her nonetheless.

She walked to the monster and climbed on top of his lower extremities, allowing her to position her crotch above his large, curving cock.

When the Dean felt the tip of his phallus pressing at her pussy, she let herself plunge down. The massive phallus stretched her vaginal cavity and penetrated her voluptuous body until it reached bottom. The older woman grunted in bliss.

For a moment, the odd couple remained immobile. Everything was new for the newborn creature and the feeling of this tight body sheltering his cock so delightfully was thrilling. He instinctively jutted his hips forward, just barely, but this was enough to increase the pleasure.

Mrs. Somers was frozen in place. Her fingers curled over and her nails almost digging into the creature’s hard skin. Her brain was empty of thought but full with sensation. She could feel his cock so deep inside of her, pushing at her cervix. When he made his first motion, she moaned loudly. She couldn’t wait for the next one.

The monster discovered that moving his hips meant pleasure, so he started pumping; slowly at first, then increasingly faster. The Dean’s body was like a toy that he could manipulate at will; a toy that needed to be used until he reached his goal, even if he didn’t know yet what his goal was.

Janet sat on the ground and watched the show absentmindedly. She was picturing that large cock stretching the Dean’s pussy, fucking her so forcefully, so blissfully. She wished it was hers.

Vanessa had seen enough and she knelt on one of the nest’s mounds, guiding a tentacle between her legs and into her burning pussy.

Mrs. Somers eyes rolled back as she reached her first climax. Her orgasmic convulsions were barely noticeable as the creature kept smashing his cock into her body with eagerness, making her legs, arms and ample tits bounce wildly with every motion.

The soldier pulled the Dean’s feeble body closer to his own and continued fucking her relentlessly. Her orgasm meant nothing to him. If she couldn’t keep up any more he would do it for her, but he was not stopping.

As her climax faded off, Mrs. Somers was barely conscious. Her pussy was oversensitive and the massive phallus was harsh. It was too much to take. But there was a word lingering in her mind that was more important than her own life…”Mate”; and she whispered…

“…More…”

The original creature turned to look at Janet and sent her a signal. He was ready to fuck her again. Janet received the sign in the core of her brain and her nipples hardened.

Janet looked at her master’s enlarging cock and her pussy twitched. Everything else around her sort of disappeared as her attention became completely devoted to that pulsating appendage that claimed her body; her womb.

“Please fuck me, master”

Janet rested on her elbows and knees looking back at her Master with a mischievous smile. The creature was approaching her from behind, his cock ready. A new egg was gliding down the creature’s body, prepared to be expelled inside of hers.

The creature shoved almost the entire length of his phallus inside Janet’s cavity; pressing at her cozy womb that would shelter the new egg. The tightness of his slave’s pussy felt good around his cock and he was planning to really enjoy this, since he didn’t have the same urgency as the previous time. The nest was safer with the soldier around.

And Janet was precisely on the same page. She reached her first climax the moment she felt the hard cock smashing against the cervix. She was hoping to get pregnant again and give birth to another pod; another Master. It was such an honor.

Cynthia, Karla and other girls lying around the nest couldn’t care less about the Dean, Janet or anything else. Their minds drifted in a blissful limbo of never ending pleasure. They had climaxed countless times in the last few hours and their exhaustion was evident by looking at their limp bodies. But even now, their pussies and anuses were twitching, embracing the fat tentacles that churned within, sucking them dry until they were wet again.

Having recovered from her long orgasm, Mrs. Somers was again fully engaged in the wild copulation. The soldier was pumping her with the same stamina as before and the long phallus was pushing the air out of her lungs with every merciless blow. She was elated. One meter away from them, Savanna was on the brink of orgasm.

The Dean had one hand on her belly and she could actually feel the massive cock piercing unbelievably deep inside of her body. She knew that she was going to reach another climax very soon. Savanna was already there.

Weak from the orgasmic bliss, Savanna leaned backwards until her back rested against the egg shell. The tentacle in her pussy was absorbing her fluids with avidity, but since the empty egg didn’t need food anymore, the nest stored it for the next one.

***

A while later they were still going at it. Mrs. Somers was on all fours getting pumped from behind. Janet was still on her knees, enjoying her master’s cock and the rest of the girls were feeding the hungry nest.

The Dean was getting tired from the savage ravishing and her multiple orgasms but as long as the soldier’s cock was inside of her, she was obligated to endure. She had been ordered to mate and disobeying was not an option.

The soldier’s thrusts had become faster the last few minutes and Mrs. Somers thought she was going to pass out from utter bliss. But the creature suddenly stopped. His cock pulsated a couple of times and then it discharged a huge loud of cum directly in the Dean’s womb. The creature understood in an instant that he had met his goal. The female would become undoubtedly pregnant.

Mrs. Somers’ body was packed with sperm within seconds. The strong genetic code of the soldier was going to take over her ovule and create the first clone of the soldier.

When the Dean felt the warm seed filling her body, she climaxed as well. She had always wished to be a mother and now her dream was coming true.

***

Several days later, Janet observed the soldier ravishing Bianca without mercy. The slim girl squealed in ecstasy while the monster pumped her from behind, making her belly bulge to accommodate his huge cock. In a few minutes, she was going to get pregnant as well.

Mrs. Somers was at the end of her pregnancy. The pod growing inside of her belly was almost ready and the soldier embryo developing within the pod was hungry. More females would be needed to nurture him and the others on the way.

Having gained enough power, the original creature began sending mind-controlling waves throughout the entire school. Soon, everyone on campus would gather in the boiler room with a blank stare and a willing disposition to become a slave.

The creature’s colonizing plans were far from over. The little embryo growing within Janet’s belly was an exact replica of him. This new unborn monster was destined to start a new nest in a new place and the cycle would repeat, over and over, across the entire planet.

The End.

Note from the author: There is a graphic version of this story. (CGI)

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“Cheater!” she said to herself. “You cheated on him and he left you. You deserve what he did to you. He probably thinks this last year and a half was just a joke to you.”

Her eyes welled up, but she fought back the urge to cry and shook her head to clear her thoughts.

She looked at herself in the mirror as the bass beat thumped loudly. Her dark straight hair framed her face. She noticed she went a little too dark in her eyes, but it matched her mood. Everyone called her gorgeous, or beautiful, but she didn’t see it. She just thought she was regular, maybe slightly above average. Her body, though, well she knew that was hot. Other girls jostled her as they all tried to touch up their makeup.

Cheater! You cheated on him and he left you. You deserve what he did to you. He probably thinks this last year and a half was just a joke to you.

Her eyes welled up, but she fought back the urge to cry and shook her head to clear her thoughts.

“Come on Sweets!” her friend, Trinity, called. “You’re holding up the procession! Let’s go!”

Quickly putting on her best fake smile, she allowed Trinity and her other friends to drag her out to the dance floor.

The four girls danced loosely together amongst the hot and sweaty New York crowd. They did the usual girl dancing things, flirting with each other, having mock sex and rubbing against each other. But she wasn’t really into it.

What club is this again? She couldn’t remember the name, or if she had even been here before or not. Ever since Jonathan…

No! she rebuked herself. We are not thinking about him tonight!

Some guy calling himself Stefano brought her a drink which she quickly downed. He took that as her having fallen instantly in love with him. She caught Emily’s eye, though, who proceeded to run Stefano off the dance floor.

“Thanks hon!” she hollered to Emily upon her return.

“Anything for you, Sweets. He wasn’t your type?”

“I’ve had enough Guidos, thank you very much.”

Emily lowered her head, remembering that Jonathan was Italian. Emily hugged her brunette friend.

“Sorry honey, I’ll remember next time.”

More drinks came by, more attempted pickups and the same number of rebuffs followed. She just couldn’t get excited about any guys right now.

I gave him everything, everything I had. I did things… nasty things, sexy things, painful things. . And he gave you… all that he could, but you knew that going in.

Suddenly, she felt hands slip around her waist from behind. But before she could turn and slap the offending asshole, a girls voice hollered in her ear.

“Hey lover! It’s me, Jennifer…” Jennifer spun her around so they faced each other.

She didn’t recognize Jennifer at all.

“Remember?” continued Jennifer. “Two nights ago, over on 54th?Jen?”

The raucous dancing crowd forced them into a close hug. She stared into Jen’s gorgeous face, leaned in and softly kissed her lovely mouth. She snaked her hand down under Jen’s ultra-short dress and cupped her sex. She felt the sweat between Jen’s legs, and the heat, and she slipped a finger between her pussy lips, finding it nice and damp.

“Oh God!” exclaimed Jen. “You do remember!”

She slipped a second finger inside Jen’s pussy, finding her opening and curling her fingers up inside. Nobody on the floor seemed to notice the two girls as she manipulated Jen’s pussy expertly.

Jonathan would touch me like this, sometimes in public. He loved making me cum. Goddammit.

She tried to concentrate on Jen and sped up her hand. The EDM music soared to a peak, and held, and she rapidly frigged Jen’s pussy. When the ”Drop” hit, she forced all four fingers inside Jen and tried to lift her off the ground. Unsuccessful at getting Jen airborne, the sudden increase in pressure nevertheless brought Jen to a stunning orgasm as the crowd went wild with the music.

Jennifer leaned on her as she came, drenching her fingers. She gently pushed Jen to a sitting position on a planter, and promptly left without a word.

She knew she was turned on, she could feel it in her pussy when she walked. It felt good. She hated that. She wanted to feel nothing. She went to the bar for a few shots of “nothing.”

Forcing her way to the bar, she ordered three shots of Jose Cuervo. The bartender lined them up and poured, and went for the salt and some limes. She waved him off; that shit makes Jose almost tolerable. She wanted this to hurt.

She knocked back the first shot and winced as her throat burned from the rotgut concoction.

Did he ever love me? He told me twice that he did. Twice in eighteen months.

She downed number two.

I never should have cheated.

She didn’t even feel the third one go down.

He’s ghosted me, and I miss him so goddamned much.

“Hey baby!” a smooth operator said as he laid a hand on her shoulder. “What’s your name? I was thinking—“

“Don’t think,” she interrupted. “Just go.”

He walked away and was replaced immediately by a tall dusky Latino woman, who just leaned on the bar and stared into her eyes.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Well, I’m Linda. It’s nice to meet you.” Linda held out her hand for a shake.

She took Linda’s hand, and put it to her own lips, kissing her fingers. She then put Linda’s hand to her heart.

“Your heart is still beating,” replied Linda as she looked at the empty shot glasses. “In case you were wondering. Honey, nobody is worth this.”

“He was.”

Linda was so pretty, she thought. Jonathan would love her; large natural breasts, lovely hips and an ass that went on for days, and lips that you could kiss for days after that.

I want her to use me. I’m just a toy for people to use and then discard.

She grabbed Linda’s hand and marched her to the ladies room. Pushing on the stall doors, none yielded until they got to the last one; the oversized handicapped unit.

Linda closed the latch amongst a few catcalls from other girls, and pushed her against the tile wall. The two girls kissed frantically; Linda enjoying this beautiful young thing, knowing she could totally take control of her.

“Wipe the seat, slut.”

She grabbed some tissues and wiped it best as she could. Linda sat down with her legs wide open.

Without any further ado, she got on her knees on the dirty floor. Placing her hands on Linda’s thighs, she lowered her face in to her new friend’s pussy. Linda pushed herself forward for a better angle.

Linda tasted delicious, but she didn’t want to enjoy this. She wanted Linda to cum as much as she could. So she pressed her face into Linda’s ripening pussy.

Jonathan would lick me like this. Jonathan, do you even think of me anymore?

She frantically licked Linda up and down, pressing her tongue as hard as she could into this lovely pussy. She drove her nose in deep; she wanted her face soaked.

Linda grabbed her by the back of the head and pulled her in tighter. Linda felt her orgasm approaching; this raunchy little bitch sure knew how to get down to business. Linda smiled as she got closer and closer, she had a little extra something for this hot little sub.

She felt Linda’s body tense up as her own pussy quivered.

Stop it! I am just to be used!

Linda jerked and froze as her orgasm swept over her. Moaning like a wildcat, the other gals in the ladies room hooted and hollered and banged on the metal dividing walls.

Linda relaxed and started to pee.

No! I’m not this much of a slut, am I!

She tried to pull back, but Linda had a death grip on her head. She closed her mouth as the hot liquid sprayed her chin.

Not for her, not even for that bastard Jonathan who won’t even let me tell him I’m sorry and I miss him.

She pushed away hard, while Linda let her go and just laughed. She fell back on the somewhat wet floor; and she knew what it was wet from.

Linda stepped out of the stall to great applause. She bowed and then made a waving motion to the open door.

“Step right in for a good cunt licking!”

She started to get up but was immediately pushed down on her back on the cold tile floor by a good sized girl.

“Eat me, pretty bitch.”

And this new girl plopped down and started face fucking her.

Yes. I deserve this. But could she be any hairier? Just fuck my face. No… wait. Stop fingering me. Don’t… do…that… fuckkk…

And she came as the big girl on her face came, covering her face with girl goo. The girl got off but was quickly replaced by another.

She didn’t even know who was sitting on her face now. It was just another pussy using her, fucking her face. She licked and swallowed the best she could. And they kept playing with her pussy, too.

Stop making me cum… I don’t deserve any pleasure… oh fuck… I’m cumming again…

Another girl fucked her face and left her deposit, followed by two more.

Use me, degrade me…

And they did; the line of girls fucked her face and each left their deposit of girl cum on her face. She was a complete wet and sticky mess.

Security came in and cleared out the stall. They lifted her up and the nice lady tried to help her wash her face.

“Wait,” she said. “I want to remember this moment.” And she stared at her reflection. She barely recognized the female staring back at her; cheeks smeared from her mascara, tears running down her face, girl goo dripping from her chin…

“Honey, you should go home. Is there anyone I can call for you?”

She just shook her head, splashed her face, and went back out to the club. Still looking rather disheveled, she made her way through the crowd to the bar as several people pointed and snickered at her. She even heard a one chic say to her friends, “That’s the slut I was telling you about!”

As the bartender set her up three more Cuervos, a decent looking young man sidled up next to her.

“Who are you trying to drink away?” he asked.

“Everyone, everything.”

“Can I help?”

“You can pay, but that doesn’t mean anything.”

He bought hers and got himself three shots too. They toasted nothing in particular and downed the crappy tequila.

“Christ,” he complained. “You must be really mad at yourself to drink this.”

Her head spun as they downed the last shot.

Goddamn you Jonathan. I know I cheated but you’re killing me… I have to forget you but I can’t.

She looked back at this guy.

“Do you want to fuck me or not.”

“I do. I definitely do. Let’s go down to my place in the Village and—“

“No,” she cut him off. “Here. I’m not leaving this place.”

“Here? Ummm… gimme a second. Stay! Don’t move.”

“Then get me another drink.”

He ordered her another one and left for a couple minutes, apparently to scout out a location.

The bartender set down a shot glass full of tequila. She reached for it and knocked it over. It wasn’t her fault, the glass was blurry and seemed to be moving.

“Sweetheart, maybe you’ve had enough?”

She snarled at the bartender and he got her another one.

I can never love another like I did you. How could there be anybody like—

“Come on, ummm… I don’t even know your name.” The potential fucker had returned.

“Call me Sweets, if you have to name me.”

“Okay then Sweets. My name—“

She put a finger to his lips. “Don’t say another word unless you’re talking about fucking me.”

He dragged her through the club and the room swam before her. He had to catch her a couple times to keep her upright. They reached a rear area and found a beefy security guard standing there.

“Hey Tony,” the guard called. “Did you tell her?”

“Tell me what?” she asked, her voice sounding remote and far away.

Good. The pain is receding.

“There’s a place here, but Franco gets to watch.”

“Fine.”

Franco led the way to a small room and ushered the two inside. She leaned up against the racks of cleaning supplies and stuck her ass out suggestively.

“So? Start already. It’s not like I want any foreplay.”

Tony dropped his drawers, and she did appreciate his nice sized cock. She reached for it but missed.

Jonathan’s cock was this big too.

You ghosted me, Jonathan, but you’re still haunting me. How is that possible?

She grunted as Tony thrust up inside her. She was still soaking wet from her bathroom orgasms just ten minutes ago that he slipped in rather easily. It felt good to have a cock inside her again, it had been a month since Jonathan.

She steadied herself against the shelving, his thrusts threatened to unbalance her, and she was unsteady as it was.

Six tequilas? Or was it eight? And how many vodkas? But it’s worth it. I’m just enjoying getting fucked now. Why won’t you talk to me, Jonathan?

“Yeah baby!” shouted Tony. “Take it all, you fucking slut!”

Slightly annoyed at this outburst, she turned her head and shoved her ass back into him.

“Is that all you’ve got?”

He grabbed her hips and slammed into her, knocking some shit off the shelves.

“That’s it tiger! More!”

Tony reached around and grabbed her pussy hard, her clit getting scrunched up in his fist.

Oh god this feels so good. See what you’re missing Jonathan?

Her orgasm wracked her body hard and she began to slip down to the floor.

To his credit, Tony held her upright and didn’t let her fall. He half walked, half carried her a few feet to where large bags of salt were stacked. She collapsed on them while he continued to fuck her relentlessly for several minutes.

Oh my god! This guy knows how to fuck. Even Jonathan would’ve finished by now. Let’s get his number…

“Aaaauuughhhh!” cried Tony as he drove in hard and fired salvo after salvo of hot sperm deep into her. She loved that feeling of hot man cum inside her.

After about a minute of gasping, Tony stood up and grabbed her by hair. Spinning her around on her knees, he slapped her hard, then spit in her face and shoved his half-hard cock in her mouth.

“Clean it off, cunt.”

Maybe we won’t get his number.

She did love the taste, though. His sperm mixed with her cum reminded her of the older days, the happy days, the days when Jonathan —

“Alright alright!” said Franco as he pulled Tony aside.

“You’ve had her long enough.”

As one cock was pulled out of her mouth, another replaced it. She reveled in the smell of the sweaty man, it turned her on like no other scent.

He plowed her face hard, fucking her throat as hard as he could. She took it all in; she was a pro at this.

Thank you Jonathan, for teaching me how to suck cock so well. If you could see me now, what you’ve turned me into… a fucking club slut…

Franco grabbed the back of her head and forced his thick cock deeper and deeper into her throat. She felt Tony’s cum dripping out of her pussy and landing on her ankles. Great amounts of saliva began to ooze from her mouth as Franco furiously fucked her face. Her head began to spin from Franco fucking her so hard..

He better cum soon…

She tried to tighten her mouth around him but found she couldn’t focus her thoughts.

“Yessss,” moaned Franco. “You hot cunts are all the same… ignore me all night… but you’re all just cunts… here it comes… right down your throat! YESSSSS!”

She gagged as his jets of hot sperm shot down her throat. She swallowed as best she could, but then coughed half of it back up, splattering on his pants.

“Goddammit you little bitch!” He hoisted her up by her hair and spat in her face.

Look what you’ve done to me, Jonathan. How can I get you out of my heart… out of my head. God I want you back… Oh wait, Oh shit…

She felt it rising and put her hand over her mouth.

“Oh no you don’t!” And Franco hastily shoved her out of the supply room, out the rear fire exit and into the dirty alleyway behind the club.

She stumbled over a huge pile of garbage bags and fell amongst them. She got sick until it hurt, then got sick more.

I wish it was winter, then I could die out here. Laying with the trash, where I belong… just ‘poifect’.

But the streets of New York were still hot at 12:30 at night in the summer, and though she passed out amongst the refuse, she was in no danger of dying from exposure to the elements.

– – –

She woke with a start. She was on a couch in a strange living room, with a blanket over her and… men’s pajamas on.

“Hey sleepy head, how ya doin?”

He was tall, dark, and fairly handsome. And… somewhat familiar. She wondered if she met him in the club.

Oh god, the club, what… what all did I do? And ooooh my fucking head… and why do I smell good?

“There’s water there on the table, and ibuprofen.”

She groaned as she reached for the glass and pills. He had thoughtfully placed a straw in the glass, making it easier to take the pills.

He brought over a large cup of coffee.

“Cream? Sugar? Milk?”

She shook her head and accepted the coffee.

“Thanks,” she croaked.

“Drink as much as you can. I have orange juice too. You’re dehydrated, you know. Have some bacon, you need the salt to rebalance your electrolytes.”

She nibbled at the bacon, it did taste good. She was surprised her stomach would keep anything down, but she seemed to be able to.

They sat in comfortable silence for a couple minutes as she drank her coffee and crunched her bacon. This wasn’t the first time, lately, that she’d awoken in a strange place and not known who she was with. He was eating a plate of eggs and potatoes but she declined that. She began to look around.

“Restroom’s over there,” he pointed. “There’s a brand new toothbrush on the counter, it’s still sealed up.”

When she returned, she began to look for her things but didn’t see them.

“So, uh,where’s my stuff? I’ve gotta get going.”

“Why don’t you stick around for a bit and just rest, take it easy. I’m responsible for you, you know. I mean, I saved your life last night.”

“Look, thanks for taking care of me. But you didn’t save my life, I just passed out.”

“Blacked out is more like it. You were digging through the trash cons looking for something sharp to cut yourself with.”

“How do you know that?” she asked, sitting back down on the couch. She was still rather unstable and a few hours resting might be just fine, she reasoned.

“You were wailing about how you didn’t want to go on, and you said you wanted a big can lid to slice yourself. I guess you mean those big restaurant-sized food cans. A sharp lid from one of them would do some serious damage to you.”

She didn’t remember any of that, but she didn’t doubt it, either. Her friends told her a similar story last week.

I don’t know if I want to go on.

“Why don’t you tell me about Jonathan.”

“Why don’t you drive me home and leave me alone.”

“Can’t do that. I’m responsible for you, remember? Ancient Iroquois tradition. I must see you through the rest of your life, ensuring your happiness and safety.”

“Does that horseshit ever work?” she asked incredulously. “You’re as much of a Native American as I am.”

“Just once. I saved a girl once at a bar from an ugly guy and it got me laid. And I am 1.7% northeastern Native American, so I might be an Iroquois.”

He smiled at her and drank his coffee. He kept smiling at her.

Well this fucker has charm, at least. What the hell, I’ve thought I should go to a psychiatrist anyway…

“You want to know about Jonathan, do you? Get me some more coffee, if you would.”

And she talked and talked, telling him almost everything. Including her life as his submissive partner.

They talked back and forth for almost two hours, taking breaks to get crackers and cheese and some ginger ale to help settle her stomach.

She finally got to the end, tears streaming down her face as she spoke of the heartache, the terrible heartache of him just dropping her entirely.

“It just hurts so much… like nothing ever has before… he won’t even speak to me. I can’t, he won’t even let me apologize. He’s blocked my phone, my email, too.”

He held her close as they sat on the couch. She let it out, let it all out. For twenty minutes she cried like a baby and he just held her head against his chest and stroked her hair, his sweatshirt becoming a wet mess.

She finally cried herself out and began to return to normal.

“More ibuprofen?” He inquired.

She nodded as he extricated himself to get some more pills and water.

She laughed when he came back with a different sweatshirt. He sat down beside her again.

“Sorry, I haven’t let myself cry completely since he ghosted me.” She blew her nose. Just saying ‘he ghosted me’ gave her a visceral reaction in her gut.

“I mean, I’ve cried. But not like this, I wouldn’t allow it.”

“Honey, you have to allow yourself to feel your feelings, even the bad ones. If you don’t let them out, you’ll never get over them.”

She blew her nose again. “That’s what I’m afraid of, I don’t want to get over him. I don’t want to forget him.”

“You need to have some self-respect honey. You deserve to be someone’s priority. I mean, you’ve got brains and beauty, a successful career, you’re going places in your life. Why on earth would you settle for someone who can’t make you a priority? Somebody who is unable to say three simple words? Can’t say ‘I love you?’ You deserve better.”

I know it. I deserve to be somebody’s number one. And that’s what was bugging me these last few months. I wanted him all to myself, but he wouldn’t budge. I always felt the presence of, others.

“You didn’t handle it properly though. You should have talked to him, cheating was a shitty thing.”

She sighed as she ate a saltine cracker.

“It was shitty. I… I was under a lot of stress at work and didn’t handle it well.”

“Bullshit. If you cared for him like you said, you would’ve talked to him.”

Her tears welled up again. “I can’t explain why I cheated. It was so stupid. It’s not like me. I just… I swear that ‘love’ made me do it. I loved him so much, can you understand? It sounds hollow, maybe, in light of what I did. I just retaliated. I felt, if he didn’t have to be faithful then why should I.”

“But he was married, and you knew that.”

“Listen, Mr. Logical, we’re talking about the heart, not what makes sense. This was a crime of passion. And I got caught, sentenced, and basically executed.”

“But you still love him.”

She nodded.

“Do you want him back?”

“Yes. No. I don’t know… he made me feel so wonderful, so special. When we were together it was just amazing, every single time.. He didn’t say ‘I love you’, but I felt loved. I felt so special when we were together. I’ve never been so close to anyone as him. The way he made me feel was just incredible. It was… magical. Especially after we made love. The tenderness was overwhelming, I cried tears of joy a few times, as did he.”

“But…” he prodded.

“But, I knew it was never going to be more than just ‘Fuck Buddies’. I wasn’t enough to make him want to be exclusive. And I wanted more. And that wasn’t enough for me, and one day, one terrible day, I just snapped.”

“How often do you check your messages, your email?”

She hid her face from him, embarrassed.

I check… all the time… to no avail…

He held her close as he knew she was getting emotional again. For many long minutes they just sat there as she wept quietly.

“God, you must think I’m such an idiot.”

“Not at all. You need this, right? You hit rock bottom and you need to find a way out. If I can help you do that, then I’m happy.”

She pulled back and looked him in his blue eyes.

“Who the hell are you, anyway? Why are you doing this, how did you find me?”

He chuckled a little. “I’m your fairy godmother.”

She rolled her eyes and punched him lightly in the stomach. “Start talkin, mister.”

“Ouch! Okay okay! Do you remember when you were in the ladies room last night, and a security guard talked to you?”

She searched her memory… yes… she was being used by at least five or six girls. It disgusted her to remember her behavior. It also turned her on when she pictured it; being somewhat trapped and used by a bunch of horny women. All of them just doing what they wanted to her. Her pussy tingled.

“Yeah, umm… Gladys? Or something?”

“Right, Aunt Gladys. She called me last night. She told me some absolute knock-out woman was in deep trouble, and maybe I could come by if I wasn’t doing anything.

“My semi-girlfriend had thrown her usual post-coital fit, so I threw her out and came to the club. Gladys hadn’t seen you for awhile, so I checked around back. There you were, in all your glory. We Ubered home, the driver helped me carry you upstairs.”

“Damn, I haven’t even checked my phone. Where were my friends?”

“Here ya go,” he said, handing her the phone. “Kinda nice being unplugged, isn’t it.?”

“Here they are: ‘sweets call me hope you’re good’. Wow, such concern. So… how did I get all clean, and changed?”

He just smiled at her.

“Did I… did we…?”

“No hon, catatonic women aren’t my style. And there’s this thing going around called ‘consent’ that I happen to believe in.”

“I don’t even know your name. I’ve been afraid to ask, like it might break the spell or something. So… what is the name of my white knight?”

“You don’t remember me, do you. NYU, you were a Freshie, I was ready to graduate. We both took that creative writing course…”

“That’s it!” She exclaimed. “I thought you looked familiar! Um… Crawford, Camden… oh I’m sorry.”

“I’m crushed! I remember your name, Allison. I even asked you out, once.”

“Ah yes… I was dating, um, somebody who I don’t even remember offhand.”

He took her hand.

“It’s okay. You can date me now, if you play your cards right and pass a blood test.

“I’m Cooper.”

– – –

One month later

– – –

The blonde haired girl looked at her gorgeous reflection in the mirror as the bass line droned through the walls. She didn’t see herself as gorgeous, though. She was in too much pain. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes.

James, how could you do this to me?

Allison recognized that lost, dejected look. She fished out a business card from her purse.

“Call this guy. He will do wonders for you. He helped me tremendously.”

With a tear in her eye, the girl looked at the card, then at Allison a bit suspiciously.

“Life coach? What’s that?”

“Someone who can get you on track, make you realize that you have more worth than you know. Call him, it works.”

She met up with Cooper at the bar, where he had four shots of Milagros Reserve lined up.

They lifted their shots and Coop made the toast.

“To us, and all that lies ahead of us.”

In a voice that she thought he wouldn’t hear, Allison responded, “Yes, my love.”

As their bellies warmed, they smiled and kissed a soft, lingering kiss. They sipped the second shot; this tequila is really too good to be shot.

The DJ blended in a Porter Robinson mix.

“We’re not standing here for this!” Allison announced as she dragged him out on the densely populated dance floor. The crowd shoved them close together. Her unfettered breasts crushed into his chest.

“I still remember seeing these for the first time,” he told her. “You were unconscious, though. Still, I got a chubby.”

She made a face and pushed harder into him. His body responded, and she smiled as she felt his growing cock against her leg.

“I remember the first time I sucked this,” she said as she grabbed his rock hard cock.

His hand slipped under her too-short skirt and he was surprised, a little, to find her g-string was missing. He looked at her with raised eyebrows.

“You know me and the girls restroom,” she explained. “Sometimes they just fall off.”

They both laughed as he tickled her lips amongst her gyrations.

“I’m going to fuck you later,” he warned.

“You’d better!”

His finger dipped into her cleft.

Damn if she isn’t the sexiest, and most sexual person I’ve ever known. I teach people all day how to put themselves first, how to not get too attached to other people too soon… and I’m losing my shit over this girl.

His finger slid easily into her vagina, she got wet very quickly and very copiously. As they danced slowly amongst everyone else jumping to the music, he asked her a question.

“What did you say after my roast a couple minutes ago?”

She turned to him suddenly, then looked away.

“It’s okay, tell me. I heard you. You said ‘my love.’”

His finger moved in and out of her just as she liked it, and he made sure to palm her clit the entire time.

“Say it again so I can hear,” he prodded.

Gasping, she managed, “I wanted you to say it first.”

“Oh no, sweetheart. Guy rule number 68: don’t be the first to say I love you.”

Feeling her breath quicken, he knew she was close. So he stopped and withdrew his hand a little.

“Say it.”

She moved to get back onto his hand; he pulled it back further. They played this game now and then, a little power play.

She smiled at him, and said “Well, Daddy, I guess it’s the Ladies room for me,” and walked away.

He stood there for ten seconds.

Goddamn her! I’m breaking every single one of my rules. I won’t chase her. I won’t.

He took off after her. He rounded the corner to the restroom hallway, only to be ambushed by Allison. She grabbed his hand and drove it into her pussy.

“Do you love me?” she panted.

“Yes,” he shouted above the din. “I fucking love you! More than I ever thought possible.”

Allison came on his fingers as he held her, drenching them, then she fell against his shoulder.

“And I fucking love you,” she whispered in his ear.

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A young woman sees her brother’s girlfriend, and she can’t deny her feelings.

I went to my window. “Good, Gary, you brought your girlfriend,” I muttered, peeking out there. “Oh, Veronica, you’re as hot as lava, but I wouldn’t mind having you all over me,” I muttered, letting my hand into my panties. “Here you come with my brother, but damn, I almost wish you two would break up. Of course, I wouldn’t want to help another lady cheat, but shit, Gary, you know how to pick them. Oh, you’re kissing now; if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you had something big to tell,” I let out, pleasing myself. “You just texted me twenty minutes ago that you had something to tell me, and you brought the long-haired brunette beauty, so it must also have something to do with her. Does it? Well, here you both come, so I guess I’m about to find out,” I said, before evicting my hand and sitting down.

I waited a few seconds and heard a knock.

“Come in.”

“Hey, sis,” he said, coming in the door. “I hope you don’t mind that I brought Veronica.”

“You like me, right?” she joked.

“Yes, I like you, Veronica,” I replied, going to her.

We hugged each other, and then I got one with Gary as well. Then we all sat down on the couch, but they failed to say anything.

“Okay, I’ll bite; what’s the news?”

Veronica swallowed, and I saw her digging into her pocket. “Well, Claudia, your brother just gave me this ring,” she confessed, showing me her hand.

I cheesed for a second and rubbed my face. “Oh, congratulations,” I said, hugging her. “I had no idea you two were getting that close.”

“Well, we are, Claudia,” she added, backing away. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude; we just haven’t seen a lot of you.”

I couldn’t resist, but to check out her crack. ‘Well, you have your bosoms on display, and I want to jump your bones, so I’m sorry.’

“So, we just wanted you to know immediately, sis, and see how you felt. I know Veronica didn’t mean anything by it, but you’ve only met Veronica a handful of times. Although, she still has something she’d like to ask you, though.”

I nodded as she took my hands in hers. “Would you be my maid of honor, Claudia?”

“Why?” I asked, bringing my head and hands back. “I’m sorry, that came out wrong. But, um, I didn’t see this coming as the news, and I’m really thrown off now. You want me to be your maid of honor? Don’t you have someone closer to you you’d like to do that?”

“Well, I have other friends, yes, but you’re still the first lady I thought of when the idea came up. I thought it might be a good way to get closer before the wedding. If it’s something you’re really not into, then don’t worry about it.”

I couldn’t help, but to keep checking her out, she had her rack front and center, and the rest of her figure was something hot. I felt myself shaking, and my underwear got rather wet again too.

“So, what do you think, sis?”

I closed my eyes for a few seconds and pictured her smoking hot body naked. ‘Well, if I ever have a chance to see her naked, this is a no-brainer,’ I thought, before glancing at her. “Yes, I’ll do it.”

“Oh, thanks, Claudia,” she mentioned, prior to hugging me. “I’ll finally have a sister.”

“Me too,” I added, looking at Gary.

“Thanks, sis,” he mouthed.

I nodded and backed away.

“Well, I thought we could stay for dinner too, sis. Is that cool?”

“Why not, but I wasn’t planning on cooking something fancy.”

“I thought we could order something actually, on us, of course, but could we talk for a moment?”

I nodded, and we went into my bedroom. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I went in there and heard him out as we sat on the bed.

“Are you sure you’re alright? You don’t want to think about me getting married and you being her maid of honor?”

“Well, dude, I won’t lie, I feel a little blindsided; as I said, I didn’t know you were that close. So I’m sorry I haven’t been around more, but I’ll do it because I can see it’s a big deal to both of you.”

“Okay, if you’re sure.”

“I am, don’t worry.”

He hugged me for a moment.

I peeked at the door. ‘And Veronica is looking at us now, so she was concerned. She is one hot piece of ass, so shit, I’m so conflicted, I want to jump her bones, but she’s marrying my brother now?’

Just like that, I was the maid of honor for my soon-to-be sister-in-law. Of course, I went through all the normal things like helping her pick out a dress and that kind of thing, but of course, that meant spending time with her. I surely did my best not to give myself away, but I made it happen the best I could.

Although, two weeks after she asked me, I found her in my room with me. “So, let’s see how my dress looks on me,” she said, taking off her top.

“Wait, don’t you want some privacy?”

“No,” she answered, taking it off. “We’re both ladies, and you’re gonna be my sister too.”

From one second to the next, I got a look at her body. She was still wearing her undergarments, but she still gave me quite the sight to see. Once again, she put out the temptation for me to check her out.

‘Oh, that’s a sexy dark purple set you have on there. No wonder Gary proposed; you’re smoking hot.’

She put on the dress, so the show was over, but she proved that it’d be more than difficult to keep my secret.

“So, what do you think?”

“It’s beautiful, Veronica.”

“Thanks; I hope your brother loves it.”

“He will; strapless is a bold move; it’s not too bulky, and you’re pulling it off perfectly.”

“Oh, thank you again, by the way, on the night before the wedding, it’s a tradition that the bride and groom sleep apart.”

“Yet, you broke the tradition not to have sex or move in together before marriage.”

“Good one, smart-ass, but would it be okay if I slept over? I can sleep on the couch if you’d like. But, I’m sure even if it’s not sexual, you wouldn’t want to sleep with me in your bed.”

‘I can’t go that far; I’d be too tempted,’ I thought, scanning her figure again. “I don’t mind, Veronica. I mean, we’re gonna be sisters, so I’m sure it’ll be cool.”

She nodded, came to me, and hugged me. “I love you, Claudia.”

“I love you too, Veronica,” I added, hugging her back. ‘And I want to fuck the shit out of you. But, now, I have you spending the night with me, so what can go wrong with that?’

As that night came along, we found ourselves on the couch on opposite ends.

I had to peek over at her. ‘Well, we might be watching the cheesy wedding movie Maid Of Honor, but you’re putting on the real show, you have your panties sticking out there, and your bra straps are out there too. But, of course, you’re just in black gym shorts and a white tank top too, so there’s skin to be seen. I’m trying my best to watch the movie, but damn.’

“You can’t beat the rom-com wedding classics, huh?”

“Um, sure.”

“Do you ever see getting married?”

“I have no idea; I’m sure if it happens, it’ll happen.”

“Okay, I’m just throwing it out there, but I know a few people I could set you up with if you’d like. I know a lot of guys, or even some girls if you’d like.”

I paused the movie. “I’m sorry, you think I’m a lesbian?”

“Well, not there’s anything wrong with that as Jerry Seinfeld would say, but am I just completely wrong?”

I sighed. “No, I’ve been with a few ladies before. Have you ever been with one?”

“No, but I like to think I’d be open if it were the right woman under the correct circumstances too.”

“Cool, I’m sure whatever woman you ended up with would be really lucky. From what I can see right now, they’d be in for a treat. I don’t know what you look like naked, but still, you’re stunning.”

“Well, thank you,” she said, before pecking my cheek. “You’re a sweet lady.”

I nodded and played the movie. Then she unexpectedly came over to me and cuddled with me. As she couldn’t see my face, my eyes widened, and I had to wrap my arms around her too. She threw a wrench into my plan where I didn’t let her know I wanted to have sex with her.

I vibrated a bit, but she didn’t speak a word about it. Instead, her head lay on my shoulder as I felt her side on mine. Added to the fact that I had my arms around her too, I was in heaven and hell, so to speak. So, we finished the movie in that same position, but didn’t talk at all.

‘Wow, either you’re blind, or just screwing with me, Veronica. My panties are soaked, and I’m sweating up a storm. I’ve fucked every one of Gary’s girlfriends since he was twenty and I was eighteen. I’m not proud of it, but it’s true. Now he has a fiancé, and she’s probably the sexiest one out of all his girlfriends. Of course, we’re gonna be family, so it’s understandable you’d might cuddle with me, but shit. I swear, if I got to have sex with you, I know it’d be bad, but oh so good too.’

Anyway, after the movie ended, she calmly rose and stretched. “So, is it cool if I sleep with you tonight?”

“Um, sure, that’s fine,” I muttered, vibrating.

“Well, may I take a shower first?”

I immediately pictured her naked, even with my eyes open.

“Claudia?”

“Yes, go ahead.”

She immediately took off her top and shorts. “Do you have towels in the bathroom?”

“Yes.”

“Cool,” she added, before waving and strolling to the bathroom.

Although, before she got there, I noticed she brought her hands to her back and undid her bra. My eyes widened again, and I couldn’t help, but jiggle a bit. I licked my lips and even let my hand back into my panties again.

Yet, she still wasn’t done because she stopped as she was only a few feet in front of the bathroom. I looked away for a second, but then I noticed that she pushed down her underwear as well. My pussy let out another orgasm just at the sudden sight.

I wasn’t sure what to think about her actions, but then she glanced back at me. “You could save a little water if you just shower with me, Claudia, if that’d be okay. You won’t have to do it tomorrow either, but I’m just throwing it out there,” she explained, before turning around.

Needless to say, I felt thrills surging throughout my body as I got the image of her fully nude figure. Oddly enough, she failed to say a word and let me soak in her body from a small distance down the hall. She was out there, and for whatever reason, she allowed it to happen.

I still couldn’t put my finger on what she was thinking, but then she ambled back to me and put her hand out. I looked at her face, and she nodded. I didn’t know what to expect by accepting her offer, but I took her hand, and she helped me up with her. I made sure not to stare, but it was like resisting candy.

She smooched my cheek, and then she escorted me to the bathroom. She turned on the light and brought me to the center of the bathroom. She grabbed my top and took it off me. She smiled and pushed down my shorts as well.

“Well, it may sound cliche sense you told me, but you’re stunning too,” she complimented me, bringing her hands to my back. “May I?”

I nodded, and then she took my bra off me. She had to view my boobs as well, and she eyefucked them for a few seconds before she lowered herself to her knees as well. She made eye contact with me again and grabbed my panties.

I failed to give her any signal, but then she calmly took them down. I felt a little bashful and covered my private parts, but she nonchalantly came up with me again. She gently pulled my arms away again and took my hand.

She turned on the shower water and brought me into the shower with her. Again, she had me get in the front and have the water get me. Oddly enough, again, she was extra nice and even washed my hair for me.

‘It’s a good thing the water is going, so she can’t notice the cum leaking. Damn, woman, you’re even pushing your tits on my back. Shit, Gary, you picked a diamond. She’s crazy and beautiful.’

“I’m just saying, Claudia, I’m marrying your brother, so we’re family. I’ve certainly enjoyed the time we’ve spent together,” she mentioned, getting all the shampoo in my hair. “Time to rinse.”

I pushed my hair forward and let my hair rinse. I felt rather taken care of, but I still wasn’t sure of her reason. Anyway, then she doused my luffa too and began washing my body as well. I jolted nonstop and breathed heavily too, but she still didn’t speak about it.

I continued to feel the gratification, even if nothing actually sexual took place. I couldn’t help but relish everything. Even though I knew the feelings were wrong, I couldn’t help, but enjoy them. Feeling her scrub my body was amazing, and I had to peek at her a few times.

She smiled right back at me and pecked my cheek again too. Then she had me rinse my body, and I turned to her. I took the opportunity to look over her figure again, and she handed the loofa to me.

It was all ready to go, but I couldn’t just start washing her. With every passing second, I felt even more attracted to her. Whether she knew it or not, it was happening in real-time, and I wasn’t sure I’d make it out of the shower without giving myself away.

“All you do is bring the loofa to my chest and scrub it,” she advised me, doing it for me. “Now, you get the rest of my body. By the way, my breasts won’t bite.”

I nodded and lazily pushed the loofa on her. I legitimately attempted to wash her, but it was no easy task. She stood there and waited for me to get the job done the best I could. Needless to say, the difficulty level for me rose several levels.

I couldn’t put the right pressure on her to properly clean her, but yet she took it upon herself to help me do it. I couldn’t formulate actual words, but it seemed like she was talking without talking. Still, I couldn’t be sure what her intention was, but I still loved it.

“You may get me all over, Claudia. There’s no need to be afraid; my pussy won’t bite either. You can rub it all over and get it so clean; no one will know how dirty I am on the inside.”

I shot her the lustiest look I could muster and suddenly moved my lips to hers. From one second to the next, even just with kissing, I crossed that line. I pushed my bosoms on hers and even had her go onto the back wall too.

I grabbed her arms tightly and kissed her like a lover. Even though it was wrong, it still felt oh so right. I couldn’t help it, but she didn’t stop me. She just let it happen and even let palms on my butt too.

I wasn’t even thinking about that; I just got in a thirty-second kiss before I parted my lips. “Fuck, I’m sorry, Veronica,” I apologized, backing away.

I didn’t utter a word, but neither did she for a moment. I found myself frozen for a few seconds, but then I got out. I grabbed a towel, wrapped it around myself, and went right to my bedroom. I shut the door and lied down.

“Well, the cat is out of the bag now. Shit, why couldn’t I control myself?”

I stayed in there alone for twenty minutes, and I had no idea what Veronica was doing exactly. Of course, I hoped for the best, but of course, all bets were off.

After those twenty minutes, I heard a knock on the door. “Claudia, may I come in, please?”

I sighed and bit down on my bottom lip.

“I promise, I’m not mad, and I haven’t told your brother.”

I sighed again and went to the door.

I opened it. “I’m sorry, Veronica.”

“It’s okay, but may I still sleep with you? I was planning on wearing my bra and panties here, and maybe even my tank top and shorts if it’d make you feel better, but you’re naked.”

“Well, you know I’m attracted to you, so I’m conflicted.”

“Does Gary know?”

“Of course not; how could I tell him I want to bone his fiancé or any of his other girlfriends.”

“His other girlfriends?” she asked, crossing her arms.

“I don’t mean he’s seeing someone else,” I made clear, grabbing her arms. “I meant the ladies he’s seen previously.”

“I understood what you meant, Claudia,” she giggled, coming in with me.

She shut the door too, but came to me. “I think you’re a beyond dazzling woman, Claudia. You have pretty long black hair here,” she complimented me, feeling the ends of it while she was only a couple inches in front of me. “Of course, you have a smoking hot body too. I must ask, have you ever made a move on one of Gary’s girlfriends before?”

“Yes, I’m not gonna lie to you, Veronica, but I hope you don’t judge me. I’ve done it with seven of his past girlfriends when he was with them.”

“Wow, seven of them? And he has no idea about it?”

“I have no idea if he actually does, though. If he has the slightest clue, he’s never said a word. But, holy shit, you’re quite the beauty too. I didn’t expect to see and feel you, but wow, I’m at a loss for words.”

“Thank you, just for the record, I’ve seen you check me out before, but I didn’t know until you kissed me that you were serious about it. I don’t think you should be ashamed; that’s why I didn’t push you off me. Crushes are normal, but doing it with seven of Gary’s past girlfriends is not something to brag about, though. Well, at least not to him,” she added, taking my hands and bringing them to her bra.

She nodded, but yet, I couldn’t just take it off her. I couldn’t believe she seemed to be putting herself out there, but yet, I was unable to just leap in that direction. As we were almost the same height, she easily moved her lips to mine.

She just kissed me in a not so friendly fashion. I couldn’t stop her, but I was frozen again. She kept her lips on mine for over a minute, ut towards the end of it, she brought her hands to mine and undid her bra herself.

I felt her put a gap between us without parting her lips, and she dropped her bra. Then she even retook my hands and brought them to her breasts. She added to that by covering my hands with hers.

I felt the intimacy with her, but I had to back away a few later. “No, Veronica, this can’t happen. You’re marrying my brother tomorrow.”

“I know, Claudia,” she agreed, pushing down her underwear too. “But right now,” she added, pushing her tits on mine and wrapping her arms around me. “Tonight, it’s only you and me,” she reminded me, before kissing me.

Needless to say, she pounced on my weakest spot, and there was nothing I could do about it. But, whether she was bisexual or was making it an expectation just for me, I couldn’t help but take her up on that.

After a beyond pleasurable moment, she gently took her lips off mine and brought me to the bed again. We sat next to each other without speaking for a moment, but then she retook my hand and kissed me.

Then we both felt each other’s legs and just made out slowly for a couple of minutes. I knew her panties were off, but I didn’t go feeling around her crotch area. I just relished the intimacy and love she wanted to give me.

Regardless of the reason, I had to accept it, but she wanted to enrich the effects of her gift. She brought her lips off mine again and felt my jugs again. I wasn’t confident again what she was thinking, but I was still locked in by then.

“Wow, Gary has one elegant younger sister, no wonder you swayed those seven ladies. Am I the first white one you went after, though?”

“No, I’ve gone after white and black ones. Of course, I’m biased, but you’re my favorite. Not because you’re black, but because you’re the sweetest and sexiest too.”

“I’ll be biased and not biased simultaneously: that was wrong to mess all those ladies because Gary is your brother, and you should respect him. Now that I’m naked here with you, maybe it’s their fault,” she explained, before she leaned down to my breasts.

From one second to the next, I felt her licking my left nipple. She didn’t even start slow; she attacked it and titillated me immediately. I leaned back, but put my hands out to support myself. I watched her officially cheat on Gary, but I couldn’t stop her.

“Oh, Veronica,” I moaned, shaking a bit.

She failed to stop but looked right back at me. She kept her hands on my boobs and performed a sexy action I could only imagine happening before. I moved back and forth a bit, but she kept going on my tits.

She licked both of my nipples and kissed me all over my chest. My pussy soiled the bed too, but I thought that was a good thing. She also stayed on my side for the time being, but I surely knew I poked the sexual bear inside her, and she had a lot of growling to put forth.

I wanted to feel her head, but I had to support myself to stay upright and watch her please me. I loved her like a sister-in-law, but of course, she was widdling away on that and creating something new.

I felt her tongue go all over both of my nipples and even press her lips on them as well. I felt my defenses not only going down because of the pleasure, but then the emotions spiked because we both knew it was wrong, but oh so right too.

“You’re even making those licking sounds. You’re better than all seven of those ladies already.”

“And I haven’t even started yet,” she mentioned, dropping a hand down to my pussy.

That made me angle my head back. I had her both devouring my nipples, but fingering nonstop as well. All I could do was fight the thrills and deal with them the best I could. She rubbed my lips down there quickly and indeed got more of my juice out too.

I quaked the bed enough for the both of us, but didn’t speak much after her last line. I was just in heaven, and nothing and no one could make it better. She switched between my nipples and certainly allowed me to react in my own way.

Even though I made it difficult to keep going and didn’t pay the attention she deserved, she just allowed me to keep feeling the pleasure the best she could dole it out. I still had to try to comprehend why, even when I was having trouble even breathing right.

I couldn’t help it, but after five minutes, I yanked her face to mine and kissed her. “Oh, I love you, Veronica.”

“I’m not doing this to make you hate me,” she made clear, lowering herself down to my pussy.

Without delay, and placed her hands on my thighs and went to it. I felt her tongue come onto my twat, and she used it in the sexiest way possible. That time, I had to fall straight back and endure the gratification.

I tried to clench up my body the best I could, but I quickly knew I was a little cub, and she was a mean, but sexy grizzly bear. So, it was just a matter of time before I had to scream. Even though she was only licked my lips, it was unbelievably wonderful.

She did it slowly, and even at that, I was already in love, so to speak. I remained lying back for the first few minutes, but made myself bring my head up slightly to see her. She wasn’t looking back at me, but it didn’t matter.

She was giving me the sincerest form of affection, and that was the best thing she could do for me. I felt like she was giving me pure torture in a way because it felt so good that it hurt. I had bad feelings about fucking her because she was Gary’s fiancé, but I didn’t stop it again.

All I did was continue to shake the bed and enjoy both physical and emotional luxuries as well. She even massaged my thighs and licked me slightly inside my slit too. I couldn’t see it, but I felt it. She indeed gave me that physical feeling, but we both knew it was making me love her.

She did just that by flinging her tongue all over my cunt, and even holding me tight too. I surely couldn’t keep myself down, but she helped me with that. Nevertheless, she was still using fire to ignite me, so we were both burning, and it was a matter of time until it got out of control.

“Oh fuck yes, Veronica, damn, that feels good.”

I heard her giggle, but she didn’t stop. But, she did gently grab my hands and bring them to her head. So, she made me do what I desired and feel her going down on me. Even though her mouth wasn’t on the back of her head, I still felt it moving as she ate me out.

So, that created an even broader image of that lovely sight, even as I couldn’t see it. I felt her lips and mouth move ever so slowly, but she still had quite the fierce tongue to work with as well. She teased me with it as it went inside my pussy several times, but it never stayed long.

She brought her fingers over to my beaver and rubbed it hard as well. Once she did, I had to look at her again, but that time, she looked right back at me again. Her eyes said everything and more, but neither of us spoke with our mouths.

She used both of her hands to spread out my lips and stuck her tongue in there deep. That made the sudden eye contact get sacrificed. I had to cover my face with both hands and relish something so bad and good at the same time.

I felt her smoothly rubbing her tongue all over my pussy walls, and she proved it to be even more wonderful than her licking my lips from the outside. Of course, I moved my body back and forth, but still, she managed to keep me down to eat me out properly.

I felt to be sweating away more and more with every passing second, but I still loved it. She licked my pussy both inside and out and rubbed those delicate lips too. So, she had all of her bases covered, except she still needed to pull me up with her.

So, after another moment, she did just that, but I had to display my love for her. So, I placed my hand on her face and made out with her again. Our boobs touched marginally, but it was really the chemistry that mattered there.

She couldn’t help, but keep fingering me throughout our make-out session, though. With that, I had to feel her cherry as well. She proved we certainly had connections to each other, but it just remained unclear where they came from, though.

Nevertheless, after a couple of minutes, she parted her lips and began kissing her way down back to my snatch. Again, she made it back there after a moment of kissing, but that time, I stayed upright and watched her.

I also felt her head again and painted an even sexier picture of what she was doing. She kept each hand on my thighs and held them as tightly as possible as she ate me out like a pro. I had other ladies do it before; she was on a whole other level.

“Yes, just like that, Veronica,” I moaned, moving her head and my crotch back and forth. “Fuck yes, that’s the sweet spot. I hope you like that juice because it’s all for you.”

She giggled again but didn’t stop. I saw her face, and from what I could see, I had it completely soaked. That only compromised my defenses and systems because it was even hotter when I knew that.

Even with my juice attacking her face, she kept her eye open to watch me. She saw the results firsthand and seemed to love it more than life itself. So, she couldn’t help, but to keep going. Feeling her go down on me was great on its own, but knowing she loved it was a whole new sensation.

She inserted a couple of fingers into my snatch even let them thrust too. So, she was perfect in my eyes, but yet, she wanted to milk me for all she could get. Whether or not we’d be best friends after that night was irrelevant because we were in that moment making each other feel good.

I had to shed tears as well, but that didn’t turn her off at all. In fact, it made her even more fierce and loving too. She called me hers’s, so to speak, and claimed me as the pleasure recipient I was. That brought out emotions but was worth it.

She did take a small break. “I do love your bush too.”

“Good, I’ve always thought having one was sexier than shaving down there. I’ll trim, but that’s it.”

“Sweet, keep it just in case I find myself between your legs again, woman,” she warned me, before going down on me.

“Does this party ever end then?” I asked, lying back.

“No,” she answered, climbing up on top of me.

She kissed me again, but then rose to let her bosoms hang out over my face. So, I took her invitation to that party by grabbing them and bringing her nipples to my mouth. I kissed each of them several times, but then I had to lick them.

“Yes, take what’s so bad, yet, so good. I know Gary wouldn’t like it, but it doesn’t make anything feel bad, does it?”

“No.”

I couldn’t see her face so well, but we stared the best we could and eyefucked each other yet again. She even moved back and forth a bit, but I still had her melons in my hands, so I followed them easily.

I couldn’t lick them as easily in that position, but I still loved the feeling. Of course, the actual taste was expected, but it was the sexual taste that was out of this world. I let my tongue go over her nipples from bottom to top and vice versa several times, and I saw the results.

She twitched repeatedly and kept the juice flowing out of her slit too. Although, she cut that short when she had us both go down completely. She kissed me again as our bodies pressed together yet again.

I didn’t speak, but it seemed she had the same feelings I did. So, her lips drifted yet again let her knockers dangle above my face again. That time, she made it easier for me to see her face. I licked those delicate nipples again, but she still decided to finger me again.

“Sisters have got to work together, don’t they?”

I nodded and kept going on her. Once again, I switched between those two nipples roughly every thirty seconds and kept her jiggling nonstop. Needless to say, the hotter I got her, the more sexual she got with me as well.

“Yes, titillate me, Claudia, do it as I finger you nonstop. Who says just because I’m getting married in eighteen hours means we can’t have some girl/girl fun? Don’t worry; I’ll be sure to let you feel and taste my melons once I get pregnant.”

“Thank you, creepy lady.”

“Don’t mention it,” she replied, before shoving a couple of fingers in my pussy. “I think we’ll get along perfectly.”

I nodded again and moved to her other nipple. I moved my head all-around, ensuring my tongue licked all over her nipple. I made sure to titillate her better than anyone else if only because of the emotional and sexual rage we put forward to each other.

We loved the pleasure, but it came that rage made us love each other so much that we might’ve hated each other slightly. It appeared that way. Nevertheless, we were gonna see how it all worked out, though.

Judging by the looks we gave each other, it really could’ve happened, but we needed to wait. With us milking each other with lesbian lust and love, we’d get to our breaking points and need to lean on each other, so to speak.

Unlike her, though, I took her entire nipple into my mouth. That got her to slant her head back and suspend her fingering too. So, I got to be in the driver’s seat, but it only made me want to fuck her so much more. I didn’t lose sight of the moral thing, but it was still rather cloudy.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned, pulling me back up with her. “Oh, Gary has no idea his little sister a sexual lethal weapon. You have quite the sexy lady; I could tell that when I met you. I just had no idea you had a thing for me. Yet, here you are, sucking on my nipple,” she let out, encasing her arms around me as I sat on her lap. “Suck on them like you’ll die if you don’t, so make it count.”

I nodded yet again, and she brought my hands to her butt. So, I felt her in more ways than one. She also scrubbed my stomach with her slit, so she kept herself jerking around frequently as well.

In doing so, she pushed her boobs on my face and enticed the thrills a bit more. I took it upon myself to caress her delicate butt cheeks as well. They felt as smooth as can be as I let my palms glide over them.

“Oh, I bet your brother has no idea just how kinky you are.”

I shook my head no, and I couldn’t resist, but to find my way over towards her twat. I let my right hand dig under her butt cheeks and feel her down there. That made her attack me with her breath, but I didn’t mind.

I held one butt cheek and played with her cherry with my other hand. I couldn’t see it happen, but I felt it all too well. I moved my fingers back and forth towards her slit and made her quake the bed a bit herself.

So, she grabbed my shoulders as hard as she could and made me rattle around right along with her. I loved the driver’s seat; it made me feel in control, and I was feeling extra remarkable considering who she was.

Feeling her juice coming onto mine just got me more than revved up, but adding that the taboo nature of our sexual adventure made everything still go in both directions, being right and wrong. So I continued to switch nipples too, and even fingers on her snatch.

“Oh, you are a lesbo, Claudia. I knew it, woman.”

“Shut up,” I ordered her, coming back together again.

I kissed her, but lied down. She immediately got onto her knees and right over me too. She let her pussy right over my mouth, and I helped myself to that wonderful set of lips with some hair above it.

She even lowered herself a tad and gave perfect access. We watched each other as I returned the favor to her, but in a different position. I grabbed her thighs as well and held them somewhat hard.

I wanted to keep her secure and ready to accept the thrills right back. Instead, she placed her hands on her hips and prepared herself to take all the gratification too. I still had no idea how much experience she had, but I was about to prove I had more.

I licked her lips all over just as she did for me, but I sure had a better plan to get off rather than teasing her. So after only a few slathering moments, I spread out her lips down there and let my tongue in there deep.

“Oh, I pegged you right, yet wrong too. You don’t mess around, Claudia.”

“Not when it comes to splendid women,” I muttered, before going at her again.

She caressed her boobs that time but kept her eyes on mine. She moved her breasts all around, creating an even better sight to see. I loved watching her as I sucked on her nipples, but when I got a crack at her twat, the scales tipped even further towards the sexy side.

“I hope you like my juice because I have an endless supply to share with you. I hope you’re ready for it.”

“I am, and if I get to eat you out again, then keep this bush too.”

“I will, but don’t think I’m about to have an affair with you. If I do have sex with you again, it’ll be a while until then.”

“I understand.”

I stuck that tongue back in past her lips yet again and grabbed her butt cheeks. They were perfect for grabbing onto and holding as tightly as possible. Even with that, she was still uncontrollable, but I loved it that way.

She kept pushing her cherry on my mouth, forcing me to take even more of it in there. I gladly accepted responsibility and ran with it. I even took it a step further by pushing on her butt. So, she unleashed my kinky side and was more than willing to deal with me.

“Oh, yes, you’re a lesbian, Claudia. There’s nothing wrong with that; in fact, I love it. I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone eat me out like this; you’re a natural.”

I sucked her lips into my mouth as much as I could and felt the jolting on my mouth so much more. It got a little uncomfortable, but I wasn’t letting that distract me at all. First, I had to close my eyes, but then I envisioned the action even better.

Whether I did that or saw her, she still had me loving the results. I felt her whirl around like an inflatable man at the used car lots, so I knew she was losing it already. So I didn’t even tease her; I just went for it and made her love it.

I also pressed my lips onto hers down there on and off, ensuring I wooed her to the best of my abilities, giving her thrills, but not too much, though. I proved to her I could be her sexy sister-in-law and that I wasn’t afraid of sexual taboos either.

Once I saw her looking right back down at me as I ate her out, nothing, and no one was gonna screw it up. I loved Gary, but of course, he was marrying one of the sexiest ladies in the world, and I needed a piece of her.

Having her push her pussy on my mouth as I fucked her was the bee’s knees, so to speak. I got to see the serene results of her loving it. Whether or not she had a thing for all women, or just specifically me, didn’t matter.

She rubbed my head and gave the lustiest yet a loving look imaginable. It said everything because she knew what we were doing wasn’t okay either, but it still felt out of this world indeed. It became even more evident when she took my hands in hers.

She held them tight as we continued to eyeball each other. I kept my tongue moving ever so slowly, but still going in there somewhat deep. I could only guess that she was losing it, but still, I couldn’t be sure.

I had to wait and see, but I was sure I’d know soon when she needed to explode. In the meantime, our chemistry levels soared, and so did the love. I knew by then I’d keep her being good, if only that she’d lose me if she divorced my brother.

If I accomplished one thing besides satisfying my desire to have sex with her, then it was that. She kept her crotch moving somewhat, but as I kept eating her out, she couldn’t just push her twat on my mouth; she had it going all over.

“I like that, Claudia; I like that a lot. Stick that tongue in there so deep; your tongue gets tangled up in there. That way, Gary will get so jealous, don’t you think? You’ll have the biggest case of sibling rivalry going on here. I wouldn’t want to pressure your relationship there because I think you just might win. You know the way to a woman’s heart is through her pussy, and you’re working me like mad. Dare I ask: how long have you wanted to fuck me?”

“Since I met you, you’re one ravishing woman. I could fuck you all night long, but you’re getting married tomorrow, so you need your sleep.”

“Yes, I’ll have to sleep on the couch, though, or I might be tempted with your naked body so close to me.”

“I have that effect on people,” I added, caressing her cherry. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of; it’s good you can admit it.”

“I can confess it to you anyway,” she mentioned, getting off me.

She pulled me up with her and kissed me again. I didn’t speak, but she was looking for some quiet intimacy then. Although, that only lasted a minute because she got in one more peck on the head before bringing her cunt onto mine.

Then she pulled my right leg up and wrapped her arms around it. She looked down at me as she began tribbing with me and even let my leg feel her tits too. So, it wasn’t as comfortable in that position, but it was still sexy as hell.

I felt our pussies scrubbing together, and we got a big workout with our backs moving around nonstop. But, we didn’t let that slow us down; we just kept going on each other until we needed to take a break.

With the love and chemistry we had, we were pushing ourselves more and more. So even though she was getting married the next day, we were going all out and screaming all the way down as well.

I grabbed her legs as hard as I could, but it was difficult still in that position. Nevertheless, seeing her shaking jugs alone made me want to go all night with her too. She didn’t utter a word, but eyeballed me as she kept her snatch moving on mine.

She also helped herself to see my moneymakers shake around as well. So, we used each other physically and emotionally to go nuts and make the bed quake. We both also had sweat going down our bodies like we were in the electric chair.

It was for a good reason, so we still weren’t about to let it get us down. We still went for the gold medal in making this one hot fuck session for us. Making a giant bang right before she got hitched. I couldn’t speak for her, but everything started to melt, so to speak.

I tried to keep everything as real as possible, but the sex took on a life of its own. I saw her so much more than a future sister-in-law, but one hot piece of ass to eyefuck, but love too. My leg started to get numb after a few minutes, but again, I loved it all the way.

“Do you love me now, Claudia? Are you ready to welcome me to the family now? I think your parents like me, and my parents like Gary, but what about you? You’re the sister of the groom, so you’re quite important too, you know? You never signed off on me, did you? That’s alright; I think I passed the test by now, right?”

“Yes, woman.”

“Your pussy feels so good on mine; I love it, Claudia. I love feeling our bushes together, too; it’s creating one hot superstorm. Do you feel me pushing them together? Well, do you?”

“Yes, yes, yes, Veronica,” I moaned, grabbing my boobs.

I had to look away too so I could deal with the pleasure. Looking at her was screwing me up a bit. I tried to last the best I could, but I was still dealing with fire, and she was burning like an inferno. She brought her hands down my stomach and used that for leverage, so she was losing it.

I managed to glimpse at her from time to time, and she couldn’t peek back at me either. So, I had all the evidence I needed to know how out of it she was getting as well. So, it was just a sexy wick-burning away and waiting to run out too.

I felt my slut getting raw, even though we both still had cum coming out nonstop. I felt the burn whether we were going nuts or going slowly. Either way, we were burning away, but at the same time, we were solutions to put it out too.

We’d have to clash down, but yet, we’d have each other to bring one another out of our crashes. We’d have to be there, and turn off our sexual switches, and make them go to the loving ones. I was ready for it, but yet, I wanted to go all out too.

Although, she pulled a different move by releasing my leg and tugging me up with her. “I could use a sister; I’m an only child,” she whispered, before kissing me and wrapping her arms around me. “Just don’t point out the obvious, got it?” she pondered, prior to kissing me.

“I understand,” I murmured, before we both lied down on our sides.

We wrapped our arms around each other and made out like horny lesbian lovers before we eventually slept together. I surely knew I loved pussy, but I couldn’t say if my love for it were bigger than hers. Either way, on that night before the wedding, I came to like Veronica a lot more by doing something so bad, yet, so good.

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Three girls share a room at their hockey weekend and at night have fun exploring each others bodies.

A threesome at my hockey weekend

I hoisted my bag into the trunk of the car, threw my hockey stick on top of the other ones and then I slammed the back door shot. I gave my boyfriend a quick peck on the mouth and he slapped my butt to wish me a fun and fruitful weekend.

‘Don’t run too hard though, because this poor boy can’t keep massaging you to relieve those muscle aches after all your training weekends,’ he said with a cheeky smile. He held his hands up and wriggled his fingers. ‘Otherwise my fingers will grow their own muscle ache and they need to get their own massage.’

I just chuckled at his theatrics. He was immensely supportive of my athletic career and he loved telling people his girlfriend played at the world championships. I got in the car and put my arm out the window.

‘Bye.’ I said.

‘Hey Stace.’ My teammates welcomed me.

‘Settle this for us.’ Isa continued. She turned around from the passenger seat and leaned all the way back around her chair so she could talk to me. ‘Babs wants to listen to that crap, but Ri-ri and I think this is horrendous. Babs says she gets to pick the music because it’s her car and she needs to drive.’

‘But it would be more fair to vote about it.’ Riley jumped in. ‘It’s two against one. Three if your with us.’ Riley said.

‘I don’t mind Cold Play.’ I said shrugging.

‘Thank you.’ Babs said.

We went on training weekends like this quite often. Womens hockey even at the top doesn’t pay well enough, so we all had to keep our day jobs. Still our coach wanted us to train as much as possible, so quite regularly she arranged for us to sleep on the sport campus. There were no signs that this weekend would turn out any different from the other weekends.

When arrived we divided the rooms and put our bags on the bed. I bunked with Babs and Riley this time. After we got settled, we went down to for some food and then our first training started with relatively mild fitness exercises and a friendly game. That Saturday the training was really intense and around lunch time I already felt exhausted. My old hamstring injury started to play up again. I massaged my thigh and did a few stretches.

After lunch our coach was flanked by quite the handsome man. He was athletically build and he had very charming blue eyes. Some of my more romantically inclined single team mates were immediately enamored by him, and while they were complaining about muscle aches a minute ago, now they ran the hardest in an attempt to impress him.

I could see why, he was indeed a good looking guy. Still them giggling and whispering like teenagers made me feel embarrassed for them. He was introduced to us as Alexander Essine but he said we could call him Sander or The Sandman if we wanted. Apparently he used to play for the French hockey team, but now he worked as a trainer and coach. On a white board he drew out different systems on how we could run and how we could play the ball to trip up our competition.

His French accent was cute and I didn’t mind listening to him talk. At the end of the day when we were showering together the others were still talking about him.

‘He’s staying at the Hotel.’ Babs said. ‘He’s going to be here tomorrow too. If there’s a sock on my door you guys have to sleep on the couch at reception.’

‘No way.’ Riley said. ‘If you manage to get him into our room, I’m joining in, a threesome it is!’

‘A foursome.’ Shelby said.

‘Count me in too.’ Gigi said and other girls started to chime in too.

‘Well when you guys are having an orgy, we old married broads will just have a sensible night of sleep the other room.’ Isa said as she poked her elbow in my ribs. I nodded and smiled. If I actually wanted to sleep with Alexander I probably could, since my boyfriend and I had an open relationship. I wasn’t about to say that out loud though. My team could be incredibly intrusive when it came to boyfriends and relationships, besides I wasn’t so impressed with Sander that I would humiliate myself in an attempt to win him over.

During dinner he sat at the coach’s table talking with our trainers and coach and the management people. After we ate the girls kept lingering in the dining hall a lot longer than usual. Someone played piano and people were talking, some had even put on make-up. What were they hoping for? A quick fuck? A romantic relationship? We were more mature than this, weren’t we? At least I was. I went upstairs and got into my pajama.

As I lied in bed I stared up at the top bunk questioning myself? Was I being a party pooper? Or were my teammates just behaving immature? There was no need to judge myself or to judge them, I’d better go to sleep, tomorrow would be another long and tiring day.

I had almost drifted off when the other girls came in, the were talking and giggling.

‘Sssh…’ I said quite grumpy.

‘Someone sleeps here, yes?’ He said in his cute French accent. I sat up in bed and saw Sander flanked by Babs and Riley. Stunned I looked at them, not really sure how they pulled that off, not really sure what their plan had been. Did they want to try and have a threesome on the bunk bed above, while I slept beneath them? Or were the planning of kicking me out of my own room?

‘Ah, you are Stacey, no?’ He said.

I nodded.

‘Very quick, how you say… agile.’ He moved his hand around to show me how quick I was.

‘I know.’ I said. I’d been told before that my speed was one of my strengths.

Babs and Riley started to laugh. ‘Don’t be arrogant, Stace.’ Babs said still with an bemused smile on her face.

‘Okay.’ I said although I didn’t really understand why knowing your own strengths would be arrogant. ‘Well thank you for the compliment, I guess.’ I said with a nod to Sander.

‘You’ve got good vision too.’ He said.

I glanced at Babs. ‘Well yeah,’ I said shrugging. ‘I don’t wear glasses, if that matters?’

‘No, no, no.’ Sander said laughing. ‘Pardon, my English is not very good. I mean you look, where are my team mates, and you know: I go there, they go there, enemy goes there.’ He pointed around the room and he was actually quite endearing. I wrapped the blankets around my knees and made room for Babs to sit next to me on the bed.

‘That was the exercise, wasn’t it?’ I said. ‘Or is that arrogant to say too?’

‘No, no. You not arrogant.’ Sander said. ‘Arrogant bad. You confident. Confident good.’

I gave Babs a smile. ‘Confident good.’ I said poking her in the upper arm. Riley and Sander now also sat down on the other bunk bed and for a while we were all talking. Sander told a few stories about the time when he was still a player, and then we talked about hockey in general and how it affected our life. We have no life. Hockey is our life. It’s basically all we do, and we all understood what it was like to play at the top, to have your life dedicated to excelling in this one sport. It was actually kind of nice, despite Sander coming from a different country, the cultural differences were negligible, we all understood hockey. Hockey was our culture.

From sitting with my knees pulled up to my chest my hamstring injury started to nag again. I stretched my leg a few times and massaged my own thigh.

‘You hurt?’ Sander asked. ‘You need muscles?’

‘Yeah,’ Riley said. ‘You need muscles, Stace.’

‘Shut up Ri-ri.’ I threw a pillow her way.

‘No, no, no.’ Sander said. He opened his bag and pulled out a plastic bottle with a cloudy liquid. ‘This is… this is… Muscle juice.’ He said.

The three of us giggled.

‘C’est un melange avec Tetromagnítal.’ He said in French. ‘Good for muscles. With magnesium.’ He handed me the bottle. I’d heard before that magnesium would be good for the muscles and it kind of looked like an off-brand Gatorade. I opened the bottle and took a sip, it was slightly acidic.

‘And?’ Babs asked.

I shrugged.

‘Drink it all.’ Sander said. ‘You want too, yes? And you?’ He pulled another two bottles out of his bag and handed them to Riley and Babs. ‘Only after practice,’ he said, ‘don’t drink before, only after. Side effects make you hot and sleepy. Sleepy is no good in practice.’

I didn’t very much like the drink, the taste wasn’t that bad but it had a slimy texture, maybe there was aloe vera in it. I didn’t much like those aloe vera drinks either. I tried to taste as little as possible and poured it all down my throat in one gulp. When I swallowed, there ran a shiver down my spine and for a moment I felt light headed as if I just taken a shot.

‘There’s no alcohol in it, is there?’

‘No alcohol.’ Sander said. ‘Just little side effect. You muscles go,’ he demonstrated relaxation with his own body by slouching down and making a moan. ‘Then muscles heal. Then your head goes.’ He crossed his eyes and turned his head around as if he was about to faint. ‘It’s okay. It’s side effect. No worries. Feel good. Then you want kiss.’

‘Then you want kiss?’ Babs said giggling. ‘I want to kiss you already.’

I laughed. I was feeling detached from the situation and quite light headed. Babs comment was out there, truly brave. Maybe she was feeling detached and inhibited too.

‘Wait.’ I said.

‘Wait for what?’ Riley said. ‘I’m not going anywhere.’

‘He didn’t just gave us a rape drug did he? Some mysterious French drink that makes our head go spinning and that makes us want to kiss?

‘Don’t be a creepy pervert, Stace.’ Babs said.

Riley was lazily slouching on the bed. ‘He couldn’t even rape me if he wanted to. Every thing he wanted to do to me would be completely consensual.’

‘Ri-ri.’ Babs said partly shocked partly giggling.

I looked at Sander but he was just sitting there as if he didn’t even hear our conversation. I was feeling even more lightheaded and there was a warm glow flowing through my body, my muscles indeed relaxed, and not only my muscles relaxed, my thoughts relaxed also. I slouched on the bed too.

‘What was in it?’ I asked Sander.

He just looked at me as if he didn’t understand I was talking to him.

‘What was in the drink.’ I asked him again.

‘C’est pour les muscles. For your muscles. Relax good. Heal good.’ He put his thumb up.

‘Yeah.’ I said. I had already forgotten what I had asked him and blankly I stared at his thumb. ‘Boy.’ I said. I tried to sit up, but it was hard to get my body to cooperate. ‘Boy, this is kicking in good now, isn’t it?’

There was a warmth filling up my tummy and spreading through my body, it was as if my entire body was tingling. Touching my skin felt so good, almost intuitively I started to rub my pajama top over my belly, the silky smooth fabric softly touching my skin, my boobs, my nipples even felt better than the rest of my skin.

‘Stace.’ Riley said.

‘What?’ I said distracted. Only now I noticed I had been groping my own boob, squeezing and massaging my own little titty. ‘It just feels good.’ I said. ‘I just want to hug something you know.’

‘I get it. I’ll hug you.’ Babs said.

She opened her arms wide to welcome me and I just wrapped myself around her. Squeezing my boobs against her chest, rubbing myself up against her. It was such a satisfying hug, everywhere I touched Babs a new wave of euphoria started. My cheek accidentally touched her earlobe and soon I was rubbing my cheek against hers. This smooth brushing of skin against skin, over and over again.

‘I feel dizzy.’ I said. ‘I feel… amazing. This is that drink, maybe I need to drink some more.’

I turned to Sander, but in doing so Babs and I fell over onto the bed. ‘Do you have more?’ I asked. ‘More muscle juice.’

‘Not today.’ He said. ‘Maybe tomorrow, maybe not. I don’t know.’

On the other bed Riley was now dry humping the pillow. She squeezed it in between her knees and trusted her pussy back and forth. She was writhing on the bed, moaning. My cheeks flushed and my head spun round and round.

‘I want to do that too.’ I said. I looked around to find my own pillow, I had thrown it somewhere? I couldn’t quite recall, maybe Riley was humping my pillow. ‘That’s mine? Ri-ri is that mine?’ I asked in a whiny voice. My hand had found it’s way in between my legs and the feelings spreading from my pussy where intoxicating.

Dazed I tried to get out of bed but somehow standing up seemed like a trip around the world, suddenly everything looked different, my balance was way of, I was wobbling and it was hard to walk. I tried to get my pillow back from between Riley’s legs and then Riley was dry humping my wrist. I felt her warm pussy press against my arm, she was so wet I could even feel the muggy spot through her pants. For a moment I was mesmerized by the feelings, and I just stood there enjoying her pussy. Then I remember what I came for. I yanked on the pillow and brought it over to my own bed. There Babs was all sprawled out, squirming eager to touch her pussy and her boobs and whole her body at the same time. Her hands moving up and down quickly, she’d pushed her shirt and her bra up till her chin and exposed her breasts. Two beautiful dollops of flesh jiggling on top of her chest. It was bewitching. Intuitively I reached out to touch one of them.

‘It’s magic.’ I said.

‘It’s unfair.’ Riley said. ‘You got my pillow and the boobs.’

‘You go there, you touch boobs too.’ Sander said. He was holding his phone, maybe he wasn’t that interested in being with us, why then didn’t he go back to his own room. I didn’t much care about his presence here though. I cared much more about the boobs.

Riley wavered around the room and stumbled to our bed. It was quite cramped with the three of us on the lower bunk, but I guess neither of us minded. It was just an excuse to be even closer together. I sat down on top of Babs. I squeezed her boobs. Babs was writhing and moaning as if she was on the edge of orgasm, or maybe she was perpetually orgasming. Maybe I was too, this euphoric high did resemble an orgasm.

It was a haze. I couldn’t control myself, those boobs where just so enticing. I snatched the bra of her chest and ripped her t-shirt away. More boobs, more warm skin, more euphoria. I rubbed my face against the chest, my cheek smooching up against the soft dollop of boob. I suckled on the nipple.

I had to be nude too. I needed to be nude. It was an all encompassing thought. This whole experience would be so much better if I was nude too, there would be so much more skin to rub up against who-ever, there would be so much more sensations, so much more happiness. I started to tug on my pajama. The silk was nice too though, everything was nice, everything was so perfect.

‘Good idea. More naked, feel even better.’ Sander said. I looked up. I had almost forgotten that he was there. He pointed his phone in our direction.

‘Are you taking pictures?’ I said somewhat alarmed.

‘No pictures.’ He said. ‘No worry. No pictures. Jusque petite vidéo.’

I let out a relieved sigh and continued to pull my pajama over my head. Somewhere in that moment when my entire head was surrounded and covered in silk I realized a video was nothing to relax about, a video would be even worse than pictures or at least equally as bad. But then I felt a hand around my boob, and another one, and another one, three hands, four hands. They were all touching my boobs, they were all caressing me so tenderly. The euphoria spread quickly and soon I could think of nothing else.

In a haze I wriggled out of my pajamas and threw them on the floor. While all these hands were caressing me it seemed stupid to keep my panties on, my panties belonged on the floor too, so those hands could reach everything, caress me everywhere. I was completely naked. I was floating, the moment my eyes closed I was in a magical world filled with orgasmic energies, filled with arousal and euphoria.

There was a mouth around my boob. A warm sloppy wet mouth. My nipple hard. My mind exploding every time the tongue swirled around. A moon orbiting a planet, around and around and around. Another face, a face bumping into mine, soft kisses, soft lips. Very loud moaning. I opened my eyes and saw Riley also naked. She was grinding up to the side of me, her pussy pressing against my thigh, as if my thigh was now her pillow. Her boobs squeezed against my ribcage, her mouth covering my mouth.

‘You’re the best kisser.’ She mumbled. ‘Your kisses feel so good. I think I could orgasm from just your kiss.’

Her tongue probing deep into my mouth. ‘Wait. I know.’ She said. ‘I know.’ Her body was moving around, it felt like an earthquake, the mattress wobbled the world seemed to tumble upside down and then she sat on my face. Her wet pussy humping my mouth.

‘Kiss me there.’ She said. ‘Kiss me there please.’

Her legs squeezing against my face. It was warm and magical. I pressed my lips against her pussy lips. My entire mouth was tingling. I rubbed my tongue all around her pussy, her juices on my face. I licked her. I probed my tongue deep in her pussy. She tasted divine. A musky sweet flavor that I just wanted more of, I just wanted more, and more and more. More of everything. Riley was moaning loudly on top of me, swaying back and forth, almost tipping over, while Babs was still suckling on my boobs.

‘Don’t fall. Turn around. You suck pussy too.’ Sander said. When I heard his voice I realized he was still there, yet I didn’t even bother to open my eyes to see what was going on. I was already licking a pussy, he couldn’t be talking to me. Although that pussy was moving now. Just when I opened my eyes only to figure out what was going on, I felt the tip of a tongue against my clit and I was propelled into oblivion. My arousal was skyrocketing, it was arousal like I’d never felt before and despite feeling like I had been in a perpetual orgasmic state already I sensed an orgasm building up, getting bigger and bigger.

My arms swaying around grabbing into the blankets, slamming into the bed frame. There was a pussy riding my face, more and more vigorously. If Riley was licking me, it was only fair if I would lick her back. I stuck out my tongue, but I didn’t really need to do anything. Apparently she could just ride my tongue herself. Pressing her pussy even deeper into my mouth, pressing her own mouth and tongue even deeper into my pussy.

‘Here.’ Sander said. ‘For you.’

‘Thank you.’ Babs said theatrically. ‘Come here. Sander. Mr. Sandman. Please come here. I want to kiss you too.’

‘You know this?’ He asked. ‘It is two side dildo. You put in her and in you.’

A moment later I felt something cool enter my pussy. It completely filled up my pussy, it stretch me out, it was overwhelming almost. I felt like I was on the edge of ecstasy and the edge of insanity at the same time.

I would either orgasm or go completely crazy and loose myself or maybe both. The dildo started moving as Babs was riding it, Riley was still licking my pussy, her tongue had been exiled to my clitoris now the dildo was occupying the rest of me.

I only noticed I was screaming when I felt a hand covering my mouth.

‘Sssh girl.’ Sander said. ‘Sssh.’ The palm of his hand cupping my face, making it hard to breath. I didn’t care anymore. I was completely out of control. My pussy was spasming, my whole body was spasming. I wasn’t just orgasming in my vagina, my whole body was orgasming at the same time. My back convulsing, my head slamming into the pillow, my mind completely befuddled as the pleasures kept on washing over me, and over me, and over me. I was an ocean of pleasures and the waves kept on crashing and crashing, soothingly sloshing back and forth, rocking me into this Valhalla of arousal.

I may have been unconscious for a while or maybe I fell asleep, or maybe I was just orgasming so hard that I totally forgot about this other world. When the pleasures waned I was left in this groggy satisfied bliss. I opened my eyes without realizing where I was, who I was, what was happening. I just saw two girls that where vaguely familiar. Kneeling on the bed close to each other, a double dildo between them, their hands gently stroking and caressing each other, they were kissing, they were fucking, they were rubbing their body’s together.

And there was this guy encouraging them, filming them. It felt like I was in a porn and I just didn’t care. I was completely happy, completely satisfied. There was no need to move, no need to change anything because the world was perfect just the way it was.

I must have drifted of again, I don’t know, maybe I fell asleep, or maybe I faded out of conscious again. The next moment I was aware of, was Babs screaming. I opened my eyes and saw her entire body shaking, it was as if she was having some kind of seizure. She had grabbed the edge of the bunk bed so she wouldn’t tip over, but her body was swaying heavily and eventually she let go. She plumped down on my knee. Moaning, and orgasming still until she eventually fell silent. I wriggled my foot trying to get her to move, but she didn’t respond. She just laid there panting heavily as if she’d just played a the world championship finale and had given it her all.

‘You won.’ He said to Riley. ‘You no orgasm for longest. You get reward.’

He pushed her onto the bed so she was laying on top of me as well. Her head resting on my belly. He positioned her legs and then slit his finger inside her pussy and fingered her, or fingerfucked her. I couldn’t really see from this angle and frankly I didn’t really care.

‘Wow.’ Babs said. She was stirring now, so I assumed she was coming round from her orgasm. ‘Wow, what happened? What was that?’ She asked groggily. ‘What happened?’

‘Sssh.’ Sander said. ‘Now is not your turn. Go lie there.’ He pointed to me and Babs snuggled up against my shoulder. She twirled a strand of my hair around her finger.

‘You’re so pretty.’ She said. ‘You’re gorgeous Stace. You know I love you right? I love you so much. So so so much.’ Now Babs started crying. ‘I love you so much.’ She said softly sobbing. ‘But You’ll never know, you can’t possibly understand how much love I feel for you right now. No one can ever understand, I don’t even understand what I feel. Love isn’t even the right word to describe it. This is way intenser than love, way deeper.’ She started sobbing even louder. ‘Words are just so useless.’

‘It’s okay.’ I said. ‘Sssh. It’s okay. I understand. I love you too, don’t cry.’

Suddenly Riley was trembling all over her body, she was trembling and convulsing and that made the whole mattress shake and move. It made me dizzy. She was moaning loudly and then a splash of warm water sprayed against my foot.

‘You squirt. Good girl.’ Sander said in a hoarse voice.

Riley’s body was trembling and shaking for quite some time after that until she eventually went quiet.

‘Is she alright?’ Babs asked. ‘Ri-ri are you alright? Are you alive still?’

‘No.’ Riley said dreamily. ‘I died and I’m in heaven.’

‘But I can hear you, does that mean I’m death too?’

‘Jusque le petit mort.’ Sander said. ‘No worry. Sleep now. Tomorrow awake, lots of energy, muscles strong.’ He grabbed his bag and put a blanket on top of Riley and then he just walked out of the room. For a moment I laid there staring at the door wishing he came back, but soon I didn’t care anymore, I didn’t even remember anymore. My mind was floating and without the sounds of my friends keeping me awake and keeping me tethered to reality I drifted way in this heavenly bliss.

We woke up when they knocked on our doors. They always knocked on our doors to wake us up, so that was nothing new. The three of us, naked, lying in the bottom bunk was new. I blinked my eyes a few times and images of last night flashed through my mind. I remembered a jiggling butt, a tongue in my mouth, a tongue in my pussy, the best fucking orgasm ever.

‘Do we all remember what happened last night?’ I asked.

‘I guess.’ Riley said. ‘I mean I do remember things, but I find it hard to believe that was real, was it real?’

‘I remember it too.’ Babs said.

‘Remember what? How do we know we’re referring to the same thing?’ Riley asked. ‘Why are the blankets wet over here?’

‘I was referring to the sex orgy thing we did with Sander,’ I said, ‘That wet spot is from someone squirting I can’t remember which one of you it was.’

‘Must be Riley.’ Babs said. ‘I’m no squirter.’

‘Sander didn’t really join in, did he?’ Riley said. ‘He was more of a onlooker.’

‘Maybe that turns him on.’ Babs said. ‘Maybe he’s a voyeur that likes to peep in on cute girls having pillow fights in their hockey dorm.’

‘That was no pillow fight.’ I said.

‘Well you did grind up against your pillow.’ Babs said.

‘Me?’ I asked. ‘Wasn’t that Riley?’

‘Yeah, blame me for everything. I was the one squirting. I was the one fucking a pillow apparently.’

‘Fine then I’ll be the one that fucked a pillow.’ I said. ‘What are we doing now?’

‘Dips on getting in the shower first.’ Riley said.

‘Obviously we need to take a shower.’ I said. ‘But I meant like… should we tell anyone?’

‘Like? Brag about it to the others?’ Babs said. ‘It’s not nice to brag.’

I shrugged. ‘Should we make a pact to pretend it never happened and to not talk about this again?’

‘Don’t be so dramatic Stace.’ Riley said. ‘We’re not the first girls to have some fun during a hockey weekend.’ She shrugged. ‘We aren’t some teenagers who have to mail each other pants or create some silly club. We just had sex.’

‘That wasn’t just sex.’ Babs said. ‘That was the most mind-blowing sex ever!’

‘Agreed.’ Riley said.

‘True.’ I said. ‘Shouldn’t we feel embarrassed though? And awkward? And ashamed of herself?’

‘Maybe, but I don’t feel any of that. I just feel great? Are we doing this again?’ Babs asked.

‘I wouldn’t be opposed to it.’ Riley said. ‘Yeah if given the opportunity I would definitely go again. You Stace?’

‘I’ll have to talk to my boyfriend. One night stands are okay, but if I can’t to do the same person twice, cause that’ll be too much like a relationship.’

‘You’re boyfriend can watch.’ Riley said. ‘I’ll bet he’ll won’t say no if he can watch. I didn’t mind Sander watching either.’

‘There was something in that drink, wasn’t there?’ I said.

Babs stared at her feet and nodded. ‘Probably. Maybe we’re feeling the effects still, maybe that’s why we don’t feel ashamed and awkward right now. We need to find out where we can get those.’

‘Yeah.’ Riley said. ‘I actually feel amazing. I mean, sex was also amazing, but I have no muscle ache at all.’ She moved her legs and then got up out of bed, she did a few squats. ‘Nothing.’ She said.

I got out of bed too and moved around too. ‘You’re right.’ I said. ‘You think we could just ask him, where to get it though?’

‘Then he’ll know that we liked it.’ Riley said.

I started laughing. ‘I think he has a pretty good idea we liked it anyway.’ I said. ‘Yeah… it would be pointless to try and hide that.’

‘Fine so you’ll ask him then?’ Babs said. She slapped me on the shoulder, picked up a towel and ran into the bath room.

Riley jumped up. ‘Sneak!’ She yelled. ‘I called dips. You have to respect the rules of dips you barbarian.’

‘You’re welcome to join me.’ Babs said. ‘It’s not like we’ve never showered together before.’

‘Wait for me.’ I said as I followed them into the bath room.

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Laura, a lesbian, has been blackmailed into new, slutty behaviour, including work at a topless bar and participation in a suspect hetero conversion therapy…

Chapter 22
SUCCEEDING AT WORK

Laura caught the bus to the Pretty Titty. It was full, and so she was forced to sit in the middle of the back seat, looking down the aisle. Given that she was wearing a short skirt and no panties she knew she should sit with her knees together but every time she tried she thought “feminist” and flinched, and ended up finding the only way she could be comfortable was with her legs parted. As a result, anyone getting on the bus could see her bare, wet twat, if they looked in the right direction, but thankfully most were just concerned with finding their seat and few noticed her slutty fuckhole on display.

At the Pretty Titty, Laura had something to ask Edgar before she got started. Her stripping name was “Kitten Tits” but her collar was encouraging her to use more descriptive words than “tits”. She thought she might get away with saying “Kitten Tits” very fast, so the collar thought it was all one word – after all, it presumably didn’t shock her for words like “titillation” or “attitude” – but she didn’t want to end up being shocked and pissing herself in front of customers if she was wrong or said it too slowly.

“Can I have a new name?” she asked Edgar when she got there.

“What do you mean?” he asked, distracted by the work he was doing.

“Instead of Kitten…. you know,” Laura said, blushing.

“What, are you too shy to say ‘tits’ now?”

“No, it just doesn’t feel like… me,” said Laura.

Edgar grimaced. “Well, what do you think DOES feel like you?”

Laura had been thinking about this on the bus. She knew they wanted a sexually suggestive name, but if she kept saying the same word for her tits and cunt all night it might expire and she’d get shocked for it. So “Slutmelons” and “Kitten Twat” and “Fuckballoons” were right out.

“I thought I might say, ‘Hi, I’m Laura, and I’m a slut,’” she said.

Edgar made an unhappy face. “I don’t get why you don’t like ‘tits’ but you’re happy to call yourself a slut, but you can try it today. And I’ll think about it. But if I don’t like it, you’ll call yourself Kitten TIts or stop working here.”

He looked at Laura’s clothes. “That skirt’s no good, by the way. You look like a secretary or something. Did you bring something sexier?”

Laura blushed. “No.”

“Then you can work in just your panties today,” Edgar said. “Now go get changed.”

Laura wasn’t wearing any panties, but she didn’t tell Edgar that. Instead she hurried to the change room.

She did have panties WITH her, of course. And while they might be soaked in her cunt juices, they were still preferable to going completely naked. She pulled them out of her bag and looked at them. The most modest pair would have been perfect, but they were the ones she has pissed in, and they still smelled of urine. They were no good. Of the others, one was the string bikini brief that covered nothing, the second had a cut out crotch-window that exposed her twat, the third said “use me” on it, and the fourth was just a tassle that clipped to her labia.

They were all awful. Only the “use me” pair concealed her pussy, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to give the customers that encouragement. The tassle was worse than naked, and hurt her labia to boot. Of the other two, both clearly showed off her pussy lips, but at least the cut-away pair covered her ass. She reluctantly took them out and put them on. It felt weird wearing panties but still feeling air on her cunt, but she needed this job and they would have to do. She removed her skirt and shirt, leaving herself dressed only in panties and high heels, and went out to work.

Being a Tuesday afternoon the club was mostly empty. Even the two naked girls licking each other’s pussies on stage were relaxed and lazy, casually lapping at each other and taking time to just cuddle occasionally. Laura served the few solo customers, leaning over as she had been told, to display her tits, and saying, “Hi, I’m Laura and I’m a slut. I like tongue-kissing women. Do you like my milkbags?” The customers allowed that they did, and with no one else to serve, Laura was left to relax near the bar and watch the girls on stage.

As on the bus, she sat here with her legs slightly apart and her cunt visible. She got a few looks from the customers but mostly Laura was surprised and alarmed how quickly she was getting used to having her cunt on display to men. She was alarmed, too, to feel herself getting aroused again. She had hoped that masturbating in the mall toilet would satisfy her, but Laura had an extremely hard time looking at two pretty women lezzing off without her pussy responding. She had to catch herself a few times when she found her hand moving as if of its own accord toward her twat with the intention of stroking it.

Edgar noticed her doing it anyway, and mentioned it the next time she came over. “Hey, Laura the Slut, do you want your masturbation break, or do you want to get up on stage and give the customers a show? Because those are the only two ways you touch your pussy on work time, remember?”

Laura blushed. The idea of getting up on stage appealed to her briefly, mostly because she desperately wanted to be close to the two sexy women with their faces buried in each other’s snatches, but she was not remotely enough of a slut as to volunteer to masturbate in front of strange men. “I’ll take my break,” she said, and vanished to the toilets to satisfy her pussy.

As before, the toilet doors didn’t have stalls. Laura just picked one, sat on the seat, and began frantically fingering herself as she had done at the mall. She wanted the taste of cunt in her mouth – like Bethany’s had tasted, or like the girls on stage must be tasting right now – so she regularly brought her fingers from her pussy to her lips and licked the honey from them. It tasted good, and she came quickly.

When she came back out of the toilets she thought everyone must know she had just masturbated. Her face was still flushed and her nipples were engorged and her cunt was still wet with juices despite Laura’s best efforts to wipe it with her hand and then lick her hand clean. But no one commented. There were two new customers – two women, at the same table. Laura hadn’t seen women customers at the strip club before but she assumed the procedure was the same. The girls were pretty, one blonde and one a redhead.

“Hi, I’m Laura and I’m a slut,” she said to them, leaning over to let her swollen breasts hang down. “I like showing off my body. Do you like my fuckballoons?”

The girls giggled, in a cruel, mocking way. “What a slut!” said one. “Yes, we like your fuckballoons,” said the other in a patronising voice. “A vodka and lemonade for me, and Suzy will have a rum and coke.”

Laura took the orders to the bar, blushing, and passed them to Kelly, the blonde bartender. To her surprise, after Kelly poured the vodka and lemonade, she spat in it.

“Are you allowed to do that?” Laura whispered.

Kelly smiled. “I’m required to,” she replied. “Management rules. Strip clubs are for demeaning women, he says, and that applies even if they’re customers. If a girl comes here and orders a clear drink, we spit in it.”

“What if she orders a different drink?” Laura asked.

“Well, if it’s a milk drink, like a Bailey’s or whatever, there’s a little flask over there of pig sperm, and we mix some of that in.”

“Gross,” said Laura, but secretly she wondered what that would taste like.

“And if it’s a dark drink,” Kelly finished, pouring the rum and coke. “We…” She stopped and lowered the glass to between her legs. Kelly was working completely naked today and Laura could see her shaved cunt. As Laura watched, a thin trickle of yellow liquid escaped Kelly’s groin and dripped into the glass.

“You piss in it?” Laura asked, shocked.

“Just a little,” said Kelly. “Every girl who orders a drink here gets a little surprise, you see?” She passed the drinks to Laura. “If you end up working bar, you’ll need to know this.”

Laura took the drinks silently, still working out how she felt about what she had just learned, and took them back to the two women.

“Oh look, here comes fuckballons,” the one called Suzy said, and her friend laughed, a mean, cruel laugh. Laura decided exactly how she felt about what she had just seen.

“Your drinks, ladies,” she said, and placed the tainted glasses on the women’s table. Then she stood and watched as the brunette drank her glass of vodka, lemonade and spit, and her friend sipped at her rum, coke, and piss. Neither seemed to notice there was anything wrong with their drinks, but Laura felt happy deep inside knowing what they were drinking.

“Feminist,” a part of her mind thought, as Laura looked at the customers, and “independent women”. Laura flinched uncomfortably, and spread her legs a little wider, and a vivid picture appeared in her mind of the brunette being slapped across the face by a naked man, and of the blonde having her large tits whipped by one of the Mayim Clinic’s robot whipping machines. The images made Laura feel good, and she felt her pussy start to moisten again.

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The rest of Laura’s shift was uneventful, and she managed to make it to the end without needing to masturbate again. She got away just as the evening shift were starting and the club began to get busy. Edgar stopped her and said he was not happy with the “Laura the slut” greeting, and was thinking about making her Kitten Tits again next weekend. Laura simply agreed, as she still had to get to her regular appointment at the Mayim Clinic. She took her pills as she was leaving, and felt them settling in by the time she arrived at the clinic. Laura had been sexually active and aroused for most the day already, but the pills pushed her to another level, and she felt her mind begin to give way, in a semi-blackout similar to the one she had had at the lingerie store.

She didn’t even remember most of what happened at the clinic. She knew that it was much like the night before, with images focused on teaching her to spread her legs and accept cocks. She remembered starting to hate the word “feminist” and associating it with pain, and other words were there too – “women’s rights” – “consent” – “covering up”. She thought that Amy had licked at her pussy again, which made her feel happy, and she knew that afterwards she had thanked everyone for watching her orgasm and whipping her tits and filming her having her cunt licked.

The only thing she was 100% clear on, though, was at the end, after the conditioning was over and Laura was mostly dressed again. She had clutched at Amy’s hand, and said, “Please, I need to be able to say some words. With the collar, I mean.”

Amy looked amused. “I don’t think so, honey,” she said. “What words?”

Laura knew what was happening. If she said the words she wanted she was going to get shocked. But if she didn’t she could get what she needed. She whimpered unhappily.

“Say it, baby slut,” Amy cooed, reaching out to gently stroke Laura’s breast, still partially on display.

Laura’s face wrinkled in distress. She didn’t want to be shocked. But she needed to.

“Kitten Tits,” she blurted, and then screamed as the shocks hit her neck and twat. Screamed, but only quietly, because she knew loud noises would give her another shock.

Amy looked surprised. She had probably expected Laura to want to be able to say “breast” or “woman”. “Why do you want to say Kitten Tits, sweety?” she asked.

“It’s the name they want to call me at work,” Laura said.

“At the Department?” asked Amy.

“No, at… I work at a… bar,” said Laura. “On my days off.”

“And you need to say Kitten Tits a lot?” asked Amy.

Laura nodded.

“I’ll tell you what,” Amy said, smiling. “I’ll adjust the collar to let you say it. But if it’s that important to you, you won’t mind if I take away the name Laura for a week, right? So if you say Laura, you’ll get a shock?”

Laura was aghast. No, that wasn’t all right?

But then Amy was moving right up against Laura, and she was cupping Laura’s breast, and lightly kissing Laura on the cheek, and Laura felt the lust coming back. Laura wanted to be licked more. She wanted pleasure in her pussy. She felt her self-control ebbing away.

“It’s all right to take away the name Laura, isn’t it? Just for a week?” whispered Amy, nibbling at Laura’s neck and squeezing at her fuckballoons.

And Laura heard herself say, “Yes.”

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When she got home, Erica was waiting, kneeling and naked. It was nearly 10 pm. Erica must have been waiting for a while. Laura had her skirt pulled up and her pussy against Erica’s face before she’d even said hello. She needed this. She needed to use Erica right now, to have control over another woman. She grabbed Erica’s hair and pulled Erica’s face tight against her groin.

As she forced Erica to suck her twat, she remembered licking up the piss at the lingerie, and how humiliated and powerless she’d felt, and she gratefully released her own bladder. She felt herself pissing on Erica’s face, and into Erica’s mouth, and it felt so good that the orgasm started immediately and then continued to rock her for nearly a full minute. Her legs buckled and she ended up falling to her knees, still pissing. She didn’t care. Erica could lick it up.

It was only when she recovered from her orgasm that she saw the tears on Erica’s face. At first she assumed they were just from being pissed on, but then she realised that Erica had been crying when Laura came in and Laura hadn’t even noticed.

She reached out from her kneeling position to caress Erica’s face. “Baby, what’s up?” she said.

“At work,” Erica sobbed. “My boss assaulted me.”

Laura felt a mixture of emotions. That’s terrible, a part of her mind said, but another part said, is that all? “What do you mean, honey?” she said.

“He said I dress like a slut,” Erica sniffled, “and then he made me sit on his lap and he started groping my boobs. He said maybe I was slutty enough to get a promotion. And then he put his hand between my legs and I think he was going to feel my pussy, but then his phone rang and he let me up. I ran out of his office.”

Again, Laura thought several things. She thought, you DO dress like a slut, Erica. She thought, you ARE a slut. You fuck men. You fuck my friends. She thought, it’s about time her boss noticed. She thought, that’s nothing compared to what MY boss does to me – stop being a baby. She thought, I bet secretly you WANTED him to feel your boobs.

But mostly she thought: promotion?

“Oh my god, congratulations,” Laura said, and kissed Erica. Erica, confused, kissed her back. Erica’s mouth tasted of piss but Laura didn’t care.

“Why… why congratulations?” asked Erica.

“Because you’re going to get a promotion!” Laura enthused.

“What? No!” protested Erica. “He said that to make me… do things….”

“That’s how you get promotions, baby,” said Laura, kissing Erica again. This was wonderful. A promotion for Erica would help their money problems a lot. Laura wouldn’t end up stuck with no money for lingerie again and she wouldn’t have to lick up her own piss. She felt very loving towards Erica right now.

“I don’t want to…” said Erica.

Laura slapped her, hard, and then kissed her. “There, there,” she cooed. “Shut up, you dumb slut. I love you so much and you’re getting a promotion.”

Erica was confused and shocked and said nothing.

“I’ve taken away all your underwear,” said Laura, “so it won’t get in the way of you being promoted, and tomorrow we’ll dress you in your cutest dress, and you can go into work and get promoted.”

“No…” protested Erica, so Laura slapped her again, and kissed her again.

“Don’t be scared, I’m going to be so proud of you,” said Laura. “You’re going to go to work and you’re going to do whatever your boss says and I’m sure you’ll get a wonderful promotion. And then I’m going to love you and I’m not going to need to buy a Taser and see what it’s like to use it on your cunt every night.”

“I…” Erica looked scared and confused and horrified.

“You love me, don’t you?” asked Laura.

Erica nodded.

“I know you do because of the way you ask me to slap you and hurt you to make you a better girlfriend,” Laura said.

Erica didn’t remember asking for that and was silent, but Laura could tell what she was thinking.

“You ask me with your body, honey, and with how you behave. And you ask me because you love me. You do love me, don’t you?”

Erica nodded yes.

“And you want me to hurt you to make you a better girlfriend, don’t you?”

Erica didn’t know what to do. She nodded again, crying.

“Good little slut,” said Laura. She wasn’t even trying to be demeaning now – the phrase “good slut” made her feel happy and she assumed Erica would like it too. She pushed Erica’s head down until Erica got the hint and bent forward to begin licking up the piss. When she was done she took Erica to shower herself clean, and then the both went to bed together, where they cuddled and both, each in their own way, thought about Erica being molested by her boss tomorrow.

Laura fell asleep with a wet cunt.

(To be continued…)

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Vicky wants to be the coolest aunt ever as she seduces a student for her nephew to fuck before going home and submitting to his desires.

Incestuous Harem
Chapter Nine: Incestuous Submission
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Vicky Samuels

I loved how Pam Hiragawa trembled as I led her into my dark classroom. Trickles of light bled through the closed Venetian blinds, painting stripes across the neat rows of desk. The nineteen-year-old, Japanese girl trembled, hands clasped before her, pale-olive cheeks flushed. Her silk-black hair was gathered in a French braid falling down her back.

She was the type of Japanese girl Clinton would love. I missed my master and lover. If bigamy was legal, he would have been my husband, too. But my older sister, Cheryl, had that honor. And she did love him more than I did, so it was only fair.

But I savored the time we had.

And now that Clint was stepping up as the man of the house, I was thrilled to learn that he, too, had a thing for Asian girls. And Pam was just perfect. Trembling, innocent, blushing, beautiful. Earlier, she had caught me masturbating in the ladies’ restroom. It happened on a break during the debate tournament my school hosted today—I was the coach of my school’s team, which was why my Saturdays were occupied. And with no bonus pay.

Meanwhile, all the fun was happening at my sister’s house. Cheryl, both my daughters, and Alicia had all submitted to Clint. My youngest daughter, Lee, a complete brat, had been spanked and pissed on. Alicia had her cherry popped, and Melody had finally surrendered herself to Clint. The pair had been in love for years, growing up as kissing cousins, not knowing the truth that they were actually half-siblings.

And I missed it all.

But Pam would make it all better.

“H-How can you make me better at debate, Ms. Samuels?” Pam asked, a tremble in her voice.

“It’s all about confidence,” I purred, lifting her chin. “Look at you, trembling, frightened. Why are you scared?”

“B-Because you kissed me earlier,” she whispered. “I’m your student. You shouldn’t have done that.”

“But you enjoyed it.” I leaned in, loving her pink lips. “You loved the taste of my pussy on lips.”

Her cheeks grew brighter.

“That’s why you’re here. You want more. I can help you gain confidence. To stand tall before a crowd.”

“By…having sex with you?”

“That won’t make you more confident.” I gave a wicked giggle. “That will just be fun. What you need is a boyfriend. Someone that will make you realize how pretty you are. How smart you are. A sexy, young man who will make your heart flutter. You’ll want to please him, to love him, to feel his eyes on you, supporting you, when you step out on the stage. You’ll be able to speak with confidence because he believes in you.

“Now, are there any boys that make you feel those wicked tingles in your virgin pussy?”

“Ms. Samuels,” she whispered. “I…I…”

“Is it my nephew, Clint?” I smiled, my thumb stroking over her lips. They were wet, plump. So kissable. “He talks about you sometimes. He notices you. In gym class, wearing your athletic wear. I bet your ass looks marvelous in those shorts. How could he not notice you?”

“But… He’s always with his cousin, Melody. They’re…” She swallowed. “I’ve seen them kiss.”

Does everyone know about Melody and Clint?

“And? A boy can love more than one girl.” I pushed my thumb into her mouth, so warm and wet. “Especially if that girl is bi. How many times have you masturbated to my daughter, Melody?”

Her slanted eyes widened.

“As many times as you have to Clint?”

She trembled. I pushed my thumb deeper. Her tongue caressed it. My pussy clenched.

“That’s what I thought.” I leaned in closer, rubbing the tip of my nose against hers. “But you just don’t have the confidence to approach them. That’s your first test. On Monday, when you see my nephew, tell him his aunt sent you. That you want to suck his cock while Melody watches. If you can do that, you will have taken a great step forward in your confidence.”

I popped my thumb out of her mouth.

“Can you do that?”

Her almond eyes were shiny. “I…I…”

“He’ll love it. I know he will. He talks about you all the time.” I had never heard Clint say her name once. “I know my nephew and daughter. Trust me, this will pay dividends for you. Okay?”

“I…I’ll think about it.”

“Good. Do that. While you masturbate. Imagine it over and over, your pussy getting wetter and wetter.” I licked my lips. “I bet your pussy is so wet right now. Huh?”

She gave a slight nod of her head.

“And wouldn’t it be so wicked of me if I knelt down before you and licked your pussy?” I nuzzled her nose. “I mean, you’re my student. It’s so wrong, isn’t it?”

Pam nodded her head, her breasts pressing on her blouse as she breathed in.

“But that’s what makes it soooo exciting, right?” I arched an eyebrow. “It makes you so wet.”

“So wet, Ms. Samuels,” she whispered, her voice such a naughty purr. I shivered in absolute delight.

“That’s what I thought, sweetie.” I licked my lips. “It’ll be our little secret.”

I kissed her before she could speak. I captured those sweet lips. I couldn’t wait for Clint to report back to me on his Monday romp with this delectable girl. He would know I was cool aunt. His sexy, submissive aunt who would find him all the hotties for his pleasure.

My pussy burned at that thought. I wiggled my hips, my hands unbuttoning her blouse as I kissed her hard, my tongue thrusting into her mouth. She moaned, eyes squeezed shut, her lips moving, learning, surrendering to her passion.

She was such a submissive thing. So pliant. Clint would have no problems with her. Ooh, it would be such a wicked surprise.

Her blouse fell loose, and my hands reached in, touching her bare skin. She was silky smooth. I stroked up her sides, bringing a shudder and moan from her lips. I rose higher and higher, reaching the bands of her bra. I slid along them until I found her cups.

I squeezed her round breasts.

Her bra felt so plain, so boring. No lace, no exciting cut, no pattern of little holes in the cup to show off her flesh beneath. This girl was missing out. A woman had so many options on how to display her body. She should embrace them.

And she would once she had the confidence Clint would give her.

She moaned as I groped her breasts through her blouse, her nipples hard. I rubbed circles with my thumbs over her nubs. The little sighs and gasps she made were intoxicating. Her kiss grew hotter, her tongue moving, brushing mine.

Her confidence already building.

She stiffened as my hands reached behind her back. She knew what I was going for. But I didn’t let up on the kiss, I didn’t give this sweet, nineteen-year-old virgin a chance to object, to think. I wanted her thoughts full of lust.

I had plenty of practice unhooking another woman’s bra. It was different than doing your own. The clasp came off with a flick of my wrist. My hands moved, pulling the straps off her shoulders, baring those breasts. My hands found them, squeezing her warm flesh. They were soft yet firm, so wonderfully round and plump, bigger than most Asian girls her age. I found her hard nipples, short, fat nubs that I rolled between my thumbs and fingers.

Now I broke the kiss.

“Ms. Samuels,” she moaned as I rolled her nipples between my fingers, loving how she squirmed and writhed. “That’s… Oh, wow, that’s…”

“Say it,” I told her. “You want to be a debater. A debater speaks with clarity, projecting her thoughts and ideas.”

“That feels really nice,” she moaned, her lips shiny with both our saliva. “It tingles. All the way down there.”

“Down there? Use precise language.”

“My cunny. It makes me feel all fluttery and wet. I itch.”

“What does it make you want to do.”

“Touch myself,” she whispered, growing more bold. “To masturbate.”

“How?”

“I love to rub myself with my fingers,” she moaned. “And play with my nipples. I smear my pussy juices on my nipples. Makes them slippery. Then I can really roll them. I switch hands, plunging over and over, keeping my fingers coated while I play with myself. I pictured Clint doing it or Melody or… Others.”

“Only thinking about Clint and Melody until Monday,” I told her. “You need to be ready to please him. Practice sucking on carrots or bananas. No teeth. You don’t want to hurt his dick. You want to pleasure him.”

“Yes, Ms. Samuels,” she moaned, her hips shifting. “Are you really going to…go down on me?”

“Be specific.”

“Are you going to lick my cunny?” Her words burst loud from her small body, echoing through my classroom.

“Yes,” I hissed and pinched her nipples hard. She gasped and shuddered. “I’m going to do it so hard. I’m going to make you cum on my lips. I’m going to send you home feeling so confident about your sexy body.”

“I’m sexy?”

I grinned at her. “Oh, you are. That skin, these breasts, your legs. Girl, you are delicious. Petite and sexy and sensual. I have to eat you. I’m so wet for you.” I grabbed her hand and shoved it between my thighs, rubbing at my panties. “Feel how wet I am.”

She gasped, slanted eyes widening. “You’ve soaked your panties.”

Her hand came away, spots of moisture on her fingers. She glanced at me and I nodded. She brought her hand to her nose, inhaling sharply, smelling my spicy musk. Her body shivered, breasts quivering. Then she licked her fingers while I knelt before her, pink tongue sliding slowly up her digits, tasting her pleasure.

“Now isn’t that just delicious?” I asked her. “Imagine what my daughter will taste like. I bet Melody has a sweet tasting snatch.” Tonight, I would find out. I would eat both my daughter’s cunts and Alicia’s if I could manage. I was such a bad mommy and a wicked aunt.

As she licked her fingers, I worked down her skirt. Her panties were the same boring white as her bra. But her crotch was soaked. I leaned in, breathing in deeply. Her tart musk bled through the fabric. I licked, tasting cotton and pussy, such a sweet, innocent flavor.

Her hips writhed, sweet moans escaping her lips as I pushed her gusset into her folds, molding them tight. A few black curls escaped out her gusset. She wasn’t shaved. Perfect. Japanese girls looked so intoxicating with their dark, thick bushes. I bet Clint would love that about her.

“Ms. Samuels,” she moaned, staring at me. She leaned back against a desk, her hands planting on the edge, gripping it as I pulled down her panties. Slowly, rolling them down her hips, exposing the top of her black bush. “You’re really going to do this.”

“Do what?”

She licked her lips. “Lick my pussy.”

“Uh-huh.”

“It’s so wrong. I’m your student. I’m nineteen. You’re an adult.”

“I know,” I moaned, not caring about how immoral this was. My pussy was on fire. I breathed in her tart musk as her panties rolled down her sleek thighs. Her bush was trimmed but thick, hiding her folds.

I left her panties bunched around her knees, unable to resist my hungers for her barely legal snatch. I buried my lips into my student’s cunt and licked hard. She shuddered, back arching, breasts jiggling over my head as I found her virgin pussy buried beneath the forest of black curls. I ran along her slit, gathering her tart musk.

Her pussy was virginal tight. My fingers quested through her silk pubic hair. I parted her vulva, exposing her inner flesh, and licked again. I brushed her intact hymen, the membrane covered in small holes, before swiping through her folds and brushing her clit peeking out of its sheath.

She bucked. Her eyes shot wide open. “Ms. Samuels. That’s so naughty! Oh, wow. Oh, yes.”

“Don’t be shy. Tell me exactly how this feels.” I took another long, slow lick.

“It feels wonderful. Oh, your tongue is sliding through my folds. I can feel it against my flesh, caressing me. And… Oh, that’s my clitoris.”

“Your clit,” I grinned. “Your cute clit and your hot pussy, your cunt. Or your cunny. That’s what you call them.”

“Yes, yes, my cunt!” Her body shuddered saying that word. She probably thought it was such a terrible word, but know, her lusts burning hot, she realized it was also so sexy. Her hips undulated, silky pubic hairs caressing my lips as she ground on me. “Yes, yes, Ms. Samuels. Lick my pussy. My cunt! You’re such a naughty teacher! So bad!”

“I am,” I moaned. I wanted her to fuck my nephew and daughter. I wanted to make my sexy Master happy. I hadn’t even submitted to Clint yet, and he was already my master. He owned me.

And Pam would be my proof.

I licked her harder, faster. My thumb rubbed at her clit as I licked about her tight slit and folds. I brushed her hymen and drank her wonderful, tart juices. They dribbled down my chin and coated my face. She squirmed and moaned. Her hips shook, shuddered. Breasts bounced above me, dark-brown nipples waving. Her face contorted with her pleasure.

Her hips humped and moaned. Her breasts jiggled as I stirred the pleasure through her body. I made her writhe and gasp. Her head snapped back. She moaned out her delight, eyes clenching, body shivering.

“It’s building,” she moaned. “My orgasm! Oh, Ms. Samuels! Oh, this is so naughty! I’m going to cum! No one’s ever made me cum before.”

“Don’t hold back,” I moaned. “Let it out. Pretend I’m Melody.”

I sucked on her clit hard as she gasped. With her eyes closed, I knew she was picturing my daughter and her blonde hair, her round breasts, her youthful body. They were the same age, both nineteen, in the same year along with Clint. Pam spasmed, her breasts bouncing, the desk creaking.

And then she came. The breath exploded out of her. Juices flooded my mouth as she moaned and gasped. She spasmed. Her French braid whipped about her body while her breasts danced above me, so perky and firm. Her thighs tightened on my cheeks.

I savored her pleasure. I savored preparing my gift to my nephew and Master. Clint would love Pam so much. I hoped he recorded her sucking his cock on his phone. My pussy burned between my thighs. I wanted to masturbate so badly.

But I would save it for tonight. For my Master.

“Ms. Samuels,” she squeaked out as she bucked and shivered a final time, her pleasure slowing. “Ms. Samuels… Oh, that was amazing.”

“Did you picture me as Melody?” I asked.

She nodded her head.

“And you’re going to offer Clint a blowjob, telling him it was my idea?”

“I’ll think about it.”

“You’ll do it,” I said, forcing myself to be as dominant as possible. It wasn’t what I liked, but I could do it to groom young girls for my master’s pleasure. “You want to do it. This is what you need for your confidence. If you can walk up to a boy and offer to blow his dick, you can debate before a crowd.”

“Yes, Ms. Samuels.” she shivered. “But… Where can I blow him at school? We’ll get caught.”

“My classroom,” I told her. “Before my first class. It’ll be open for you to use. You’ll blow my nephew right where I’m kneeling.”

Mmm, I was such a cool aunt.

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

Cheryl Elliston

I hummed happily as I cooked wearing nothing but an apron. It had been so long since I had done that. Zoey had been just a toddler and Clint a bun in my oven. Once the kids came, my sex life with my husband and sister had to go beneath their notice. All our kinky fun was outside the house or in our soundproof bedrooms—Clinton made both mine and my sister Vicky’s next door that way.

He was such a handy man.

I paused before the mixing bowl full of the breading for the chicken, made from scratch, and fought back the tears. Sometimes, it felt like Clinton just died instead of six months ago. He was my man. My son may be my new master, but he would never own my heart the way Clinton had. For twenty years he loved and dominated my sister and me.

Twenty wonderful years.

I took a deep breath, calming myself. My hand shook. I really wanted a drink. But Clint forbade me from buying any wine. There was none in the house. The shiver shook me more. I grit my teeth and went back to mixing the breading.

Cooking was soothing. I used to do it almost every night for two decades. I would come home from my job as a paralegal for Elisabet Reenbug, a tax attorney, and start dinner. Clinton loved home-cooked meals. I made enough for Vicky and her children, too.

And now I cooked for Clint.

He was watching me from the dining room, sitting at the head of the table, having a great view of my naked ass as I flounced through the kitchen. He, Melody, Alicia, and Lee were all in there working on their homework, cooling off after our morning and afternoon of nasty sex. I could still feel Lee’s mouth licking Clint’s cum out of me while the fresh flavor of Alicia’s pussy lingered on my lips.

I licked my eighteen-year-old daughter’s cunt, and I loved it.

The front door opened. I tensed for a moment. It shouldn’t be Zoey. My eldest daughter was working at Dairy Queen tonight. If she found me wearing only an apron, that would be awkward. She wasn’t ready to be apart of the harem.

Yet.

I had to have a mother-daughter conversation with her, ease her into it. She wasn’t as submissive as the other women of the family, and she still saw Clint not as a man, but as her annoying, younger brother. A kid.

A Squirt.

Instead, it was my sister, Vicky, who walked into the house back from her day coaching debate. I could just see her in the entrance way pulling off her coat and hanging it on the rack. Then she unbuttoned her blouse. She flashed me a naughty smile. I grinned back. She was eager to have a new Master, to serve Clint with me and her daughters and nieces.

We looked a lot alike, though I was taller and bustier than my little sister, though not by much. Her breasts were large and round, so fun to play with. Her hair was the same shade of black as mine—when I didn’t have it bleached blonde. Her breasts came out. We had matching tattoos over our hearts, a triangle with three letters tattooed at the corners. C at the top, then a C and a V at the bottom corners.

Clinton, Cheryl, Vicky.

Her breasts bounced as she worked out of her skirt and panties, rushing to strip for her master. Unlike me, she was shaved save for a triangle on her pudenda pointing down at her pussy. Clinton wanted me blonde and her shaved. Even after he died, we kept grooming ourselves to his standards. In fact, I needed to bleach my hair again, my roots were too dark.

Naked, she fell on her hands and knees and crawled into the kitchen, ignoring the discomfort of first hardwood floors and then linoleum. I smiled at my sister as she passed me, staring at her ass and shaved pussy.

She glistened.

A chair scraped. Clint stood up from his place at the head of the table. He was tall, strong, filling out to his father’s powerful build. Clinton had educated our son, rearing him to be the master of his sisters. My husband never touched his daughters, not even when nineteen-year-old Zoey tried to seduce him. He wanted them all for his son. So he made sure Clint knew how to act, how to handle his women, how to take care of them. I doubt Clint ever realized his father’s true goal.

“You would be so proud of him,” I whispered as Clint seized my sister’s hair.

“What do you think you’re doing, Aunt Vicky?” Clint asked, hauling her head up. She knelt before him, her spine so supple.

“I’m here to be your slave, Sir,” she answered. “To do any nasty, filthy, naughty thing you want. Degrade me. Fuck me. Use me, Sir!”

“Mom,” Lee groaned. Then she slipped out of her robes, her slim, athletic body appearing. The eighteen-year-old had small breasts and a black bush between her tan legs. Her short hair gave her a pixyish bob, fitting her bratty personality. “Me, too. I’m his slave, too, Mom. He uses me! He pissed on me.”

“Lee,” Clint growled. “Did I tell you to strip naked and interrupt your mother’s submission to me?”

“No, Sir,” Lee said, though there was heat in her voice, a wiggle to her hips. Her red and bruised ass rested on her heels. She had to feel the pain as she squirmed. She was excited to be punished.

Would Clint understand how he had to actually punish her? Vicky was the same way when she was eighteen, purposefully being a brat so Clinton would spank her.

“Then shut your filthy mouth, skank,” Clint snarled. “And get back to doing your homework. Naked. I want you to really feel that hard chair pressing on your spanked ass.”

“Yes, Sir,” Lee squeaked and dashed back to her chair, sitting down hard, groaning out her pain, and pleasure.

Clint would have to learn the same lesson as his father.

My son turned back to my sister. “And why do I want another filthy cunt in my harem?”

“Because, sir, you love having filthy cunts to abuse. And I just know the thought of mother and daughter submitting to you, being degraded by you, being treated like the filthiest trash makes you so hard, Sir.”

Clint smiled and stroked her hair. “You’re mine, slut.”

She shivered.

“Now go help my mom cook dinner. We have our schoolwork to get down.”

“You do have that History report do on Monday,” Vicky said. She taught Clint’s World History class. “And Melody, you better read the chapter on the French-Indian War. There’s a test on Monday on it.”

“Yes, Mom,” Melody said, her voice icy. “And you need to learn, Mommy-slut, that I am Clint’s Queen.”

“And I’m his Princess,” Alicia butted in.

“So remember,” Melody continued, “outside of History class, I own your ass.”

Vicky shuddered at her daughter’s words. “Yes, Madam.”

Clint smiled as he sat down, his back straight, proud like the rooster in the hen house. He patted Melody’s hand before he went back to his homework. Vicky rose with naked grace, a huge smile on her lips as she darted into the kitchen to join me.

Her arms went around me, and she kissed me, my tits, barely covered by my apron, pressed into her naked breasts. She squeezed my ass. It was so wonderful not having to hide my love for my sister, our tongues dancing.

My eyes widened. I tasted pussy on her lips.

I broke the kiss, whispering, “Who’s cunt is that?”

“Pam Hiragawa’s.”

I smiled. Clint had mentioned her a few times. He had the hots for her. She was Asian, and Clint was so much like his father. “Grooming her?”

“I’m going to be such a cool aunt.” Vicky giggled wickedly. “Clint’s going to get a treat Monday morning.”

“Good. My big, strong son deserves all the treats he gets.” I shivered, such motherly pride bursting in my chest. I had raised such a strong boy.

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

Clint Elliston

Dinner was delicious. Home-cooked and fulfilling. After a day of fucking, I was famished. Breaded chicken, fresh rolls, a salad with Mom’s Italian dressing recipe. I was feeling great. I grinned as Mom and Aunt Vicky, both naked, bustled the dishes to the kitchen, their large breasts bouncing, their bodies brushing each other, exchanging naughty gropes and stolen kisses, the pair so happy to serve a man again.

“Look at them,” Melody said, slipping onto my lap. Alicia had her Kindle out, reading it while Lee was bent over the table, taking a nap on her folded arms, clearly full. She ate more than I did. I admired her, her naked back a supple arch. My dick throbbed beneath my half-sister’s ass as Melody wiggled, her blonde curls brushing my shoulder.

She smelled delicious.

“They both look so happy. It’s been months, Clint, months since there’s been really happiness in the house. Since we felt like a family.”

I grinned. “Even Alicia is here, reading at the table like she would instead of vanishing into her room.”

My little sister smiled and kept reading, tapping the screen to turn the page.

Melody wiggled on my lap again. My dick ached. I glanced at the kitchen, watching my two sex slaves take care of all the mess. We couldn’t start movie night until it was clean—messes needed to taken care of right away, not allowed to fester. Taking care of a home was more important than pleasure.

Dad’s words echoed in my head.

“You like staring at our moms’ asses, don’t you?” Melody whispered.

“I do,” I groaned, my dick throbbing.

“Clint, would you do something for me?” Melody nuzzled into my neck. My submissive queen licked up to my ear. “Would you fuck me so my mom can lick out your cum.”

“You are such a perv,” I groaned, my dick throbbing.

She squealed as I lifted her in my arms and set her on the table with a loud thud. The tablecloth was already gone, and she lay on the bare table, polished dark brown. Lee lifted her head, blinking blurry eyes as I ripped open the blue robe Melody wore, exposing her round breasts. Her nipples thick and dusky. I drank in her body, following the curve of her hips to her pelvis bone, tracing that to her landing strip of gold leading to her juicy pussy.

“Say it,” I grinned, grasping her breasts, leaning over her, my dick thrusting against my robe. It wanted to burst free. “Say what you are.”

“A perv,” Melody moaned, squirming, a huge grin on her face. “Your perv, Clint.”

I licked her nipple, swirling around the nub, making her squirm. I loved the texture. My hands kneaded her breasts as the table creaked. She wiggled and thrashed, cooing out her delight. To my left, Lee whispered something to Alicia. They both stared at us, Alicia so innocent with her cute glasses and brown hair gathered in pigtails, Lee so energetic with her huge grin and quivering tits. Alicia giggled, nodding her head.

“What?” Melody asked as I sucked her nipple into my mouth. I loved it. She groaned, squealing as I covered every inch of her nub. She shuddered.

“You are a perv,” Alicia grinned. “My big sister is a perv.”

“So is your big brother, Cupcake.”

I nipped her nipple. I was. Such a perv. I was so hot to watch my aunt lick my cum out of her daughter’s snatch. My dick throbbed as I sucked and nibbled on Melody’s nub. She squirmed, her legs rubbing on my sides. Her foot moved, reaching down, searching for the tie of my robe. She played with it, trying to undo it as she moaned.

I switched to her other breast, sucking even harder on this nipple. That really made her buck and moan. Her body shuddered. Oh, she was such a naughty slut. I licked at her dusky nub and then nipped it hard, stretching out her nipple.

“Clint,” she moaned, squirming. “Oh, yes, Clint.”

Lee’s hand shot out and pinched Melody’s other nipple. Then the brat leaned over and sucked on it, the crown of her head brushing mine. Melody shivered, her foot trying harder, though in vain, to undo the loose knot of my robe.

“Oh, yes, Lee, suck on my nipple, you naughty slut. Make me feel so good while my man fucks me! Put that mouth to good use. Mmm, you just live to please us. Clint, me, Alicia. That’s it.”

I popped my lips off Melody’s nipple. “That’s right, Lee. You make your sister feel good while I fuck her brains out.”

“Do it, big brother,” Alicia giggled, sounding so girlish, so much younger than her eighteen years. She was so precious.

“I will, Princess. My queen’s a perv in need of a big, hard cock.”

“So badly,” moaned Melody while Lee sucked loud and noisily on her nipple.

I rose, ripping open my robe. From the kitchen, Aunt Vicky watched with hungry eyes. “Fuck my daughter, Sir,” she moaned. “I want to lick her clean. Oh, yes. Make me lick my baby girl clean of all your spunk.”

“Mommy’s so proud of her big, strong son.”

“Keep doing the dishes, sluts,” I growled, bringing my dick to Melody’s pussy. I loved this. I loved all these women in my own ways. Melody and Alicia were my girls as well as my subs. Lee and Vicky were my trashy slaves, to be used because it made them happy. I would degrade them and show them my love. And my mom… I would dominate her, control her, and make her so proud of me.

Just hearing her words made my dick hard. Seeing her smile, knowing I gave her joy again, made me feel like a man.

“Fuck,” I growled and slammed my cock into my queen, the woman I loved first.

Alicia took my hand, watching with eager eyes as my dick buried into Melody’s cunt. I gripped Alicia’s hand, holding it like she was my little girl and not just my little sister. My dick ached as I buried into Melody’s depths. Lee sucked harder, her lips popping off Melody’s nipple over and over, making her cunt clench on my dick.

I drew back, savoring the thrill of being surrounded by my harem. I drove my dick in again, burning into her sopping wet depths. She groaned, thighs tightening about my hips. She wiggled, undulated, the table creaking beneath her.

“Yes, yes, yes, that’s how you fuck your sister, Clint,” Melody moaned “Oh, you are the best, Clint!”

“You are, big brother,” Alicia moaned, squeezing my hand. Her other was buried beneath her lap, her hazel eyes growing glossy.

“Just a stud, Sir,” moaned Lee before she attacked Melody’s other nipple.

She gasped, moaning as her little sister sucked hard on her nipple, her pussy clenching so tight about my thrusting dick. The friction was incredible. Pleasure flowed through me as I pounded my half-sister’s cunt. I reamed my dick into her over and over, burying into her tight depths, my balls smacking into her taint. The table rocked from the force of my thrusts. She groaned, wiggling, shaking those hips, gasping out her joy.

Her pussy was so hot. So wet. So juicy. I shivered, reaming deeper and deeper into her cunt. I slammed into her depths. I groaned with each one, grunting out my pleasure. I squeezed my little sister’s hand.

“How does she feel, big brother?”

“So good, Princess,” I panted. “Oh, yes. She feels so good.”

“Cum in her, big brother. She needs it. She’s a naughty perv. She wants her mommy to lick all your yummy cream out of her cunny.”

“Just like you do, Cupcake,” groaned Melody. “Your innocent face doesn’t hide how much of a perv you are, too.”

I grinned while Alicia only shivered, her arm moving faster, rubbing her pussy harder. She leaned back in her chair, quivering, soft moans escaping her lips, propelling me to fuck Melody harder and harder.

Lee sucked back and forth between Melody’s tits, leaving each one shiny and hard. Her sucking pops echoed over the clatter of dishes being washed in the kitchen. Her every suck made Melody shiver, her head tossing back and forth.

“That’s it, you fucking brat,” Melody hissed. Her hand suddenly shot between Lee’s thighs. “And you’re dripping wet. Of course you are, you nasty degenerate. You always have a hot cunt.”

Lee squealed, shuddering, grinding as I heard Melody’s fingers slam into wet cunt, making that nasty squelch. Lee sucked harder, her slim body quivering. Incestuous passion burned around me. My balls ached as I thrust faster and faster.

Melody came first. Her pussy spasmed about my dick, hungry for my cum. It spurted out of me in mighty blasts, basting her cunt. I slammed my cock deep into her pussy. The table quivered and rocked. My dick buried into her cunt, my back arched.

“Cum in me!” Melody begged. “Please, Clint! Please! Shower me in your love.”

“Do it, big brother,” Alicia gasped. Her small nose quivered, her glasses slipping. Her pigtails danced as she thrashed. She gripped my hand so tightly as she came. “Flood her. The perv needs it. Big sis is the biggest perv!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Melody moaned.

“You are,” I groaned, ramming into my half-sister’s pussy. I stared into her hazel eyes. She bucked, the brat attached to her nipple, her fingers reaming Lee’s cunt. “The biggest perv! It’s why I love you!”

“Yes!” Her pussy spasmed harder.

My balls ached. My dick buried into her depths.

My cum exploded out of me. I grunted, shuddering, spasming, my balls emptying over and over into my sister’s cunt. Blast after blast of jizz flooding her fertile cunt. I had pumped so much jizz into all my women. I hoped they all would get pregnant and…

Fuck, I would need to get a job. I would have to support my family. Zoey was right.

“Yes,” I groaned as I buried into her. “I’ll fucking take care of you all!”

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

Melody Samuels

Lee’s hand clamped over my pussy, holding in Clint’s spunk, made me shiver. I lay on the table, hugging my knees to my breasts, making sure none escaped so my mom could lick me clean. It was so hot.

I licked my fingers, savoring the brat’s pussy juices. Lee grinned at me. I couldn’t help grinning back. We had drifted so far apart as sisters, almost strangers to each other, and now our true selves were unmasked, our passions exposed. And we accepted each other. I felt genuine affection, even love, for the brat.

And it was so much fun humiliating her. And soon I would get to do it to my mother. My mother.

“Hurry up and clean,” I moaned.

“They can’t rush it,” Clint grinned. “They have to do it perfectly or they’ll be punished.”

Lee shuddered, a big smile crossing her lips. She liked being punished.

“There, big brother,” Alicia moaned, rising from the floor. “All clean.”

“Mmm, you did such a good job, Princess,” Clint told her and kissed her on the lips. She had licked all my pussy juices off his cock. He pulled her onto his lap, nuzzling against her neck while she squealed like a little girl.

She was so cute with him.

The dishwasher rumbled to life. The kitchen’s lights turned off. I craned my head, staring down the table, the world upside down, and smiled as Aunt Cheryl and my mom walked out naked, their large breasts bouncing together.

“We’ve finished, Sir,” Aunt Cheryl said. “Would you like to inspect our work?”

“Do I need to?” Clint sounded so commanding.

“No, Sir,” Mom answered, her voice thick and throaty.

“Is it movie time?” Lee asked, bursting with excitement. “I want Mom to see what a nasty pee slut I am, Sir!” She bounced, her hand rubbing so hard against my wet pussy.

“It is,” Clint said. “Keep covering your sister’s cunt, slut.”

Then he picked me up in his arms. He was so strong. I felt like a cuddly ball, still clutching my knees, as he carried me, Lee trailing, her hand struggling to cover my pussy and keep all the cum trapped in me. Everyone followed, eager for the fun. The camera was already hooked up to the TV, ready to play the naughty film we made this afternoon.

Clint reached the couch and sat down. Then, to my complete shock, he flipped me over onto his lap, my face pressing into the cushion. Before I could understand what was going on, his hand squeezed my ass.

“But first, Melody’s been smart with me all day, forgetting that I am in charge, not her.”

“I have,” I shuddered. He had promised me a spanking. He hadn’t forgotten. I had pushed him, curious to see just how strong my man was. He indulged me because it made him happy, but there were limits.

And I had to be punished for crossing them.

“Aunt Slut, get your mouth over here and start licking your daughter’s pussy while I spank her.” Clint grinned. “We don’t want to lose all that jizz.”

And he really wanted to make sure I enjoyed my punishment while at the same time directing us like his toys. I shivered, loving it. Alicia sat down beside him, pulling my head into her lap, her sort hands caressing my hair.

My mom let out a moan that may have been sir, but it was too full of throaty passion for me to tell. She knelt on the floor, grabbed my thighs, and buried her face into my snatch. Her tongue licked through my creamy folds, gathering Clint’s cum as it leaked out.

And then it hit me. My mom was licking my pussy. She birthed me, and now she was devouring me.

This was so wrong. So wicked. I was such a perv for wanting this. I wiggled my hips, savoring the depraved incest. Her tongue flew across my pussy, licking, sucking, devouring every drop of my cream and Clint’s cum.

“Wow,” Lee gasped. “Mom’s licking you.”

“She is,” I moaned, quivering, wiggling on Clint’s lap. I was still kneeling, my ass so high up and—

Crack!

Clint’s hand fell. Burning pain shot through me. I groaned, wiggling my hips, grinding on my mom’s licking tongue and naughty lips. The stinging heat bled into my pussy, mixing with the rapture.

“You were such a bad big sis,” giggled Alicia.

Crack!

“Oh, god,” I moaned. “Clint!”

He didn’t spank me as hard as Lee, letting me feel the delight of the stinging instead of agony. I loved it. He was so strong, proving to all of us that he deserved to be the man of the house. My hips wiggled more, my pussy growing hotter and hotter. I groaned, the pleasure bleeding out of me. Such hot, wonderful delight drifted through me.

My pussy clenched and relaxed. My eyes fluttered. Oh, his hand was so delicious. So dominating. And Mom’s tongue was skilled. She probed into my depths, devouring me, her hands clenching on my thighs as she drank my cum.

Crack!

“Eat her cunt,” growled Clint. “Devour your daughter’s snatch. Please her. She’s your queen. Worship her.”

“Yes, Sir,” moaned my mom. “Madam, you taste so good. So delicious.”

“And you feel so good, Mommy-slut,” I moaned. “Keep licking my cunt. Put that nasty tongue to good use. Oh, I can’t wait to piss in your mouth. You and Lee, every morning, will drink our piss. We’ll take turns who we piss in.”

“Yes,” Lee groaned.

“Yes, Madam!” moaned my mom.

Just hearing my mom’s submission made me quiver. Clint’s hand cracked down again, the pain flaring as Mom’s lips found my clit. She sucked on them. My toes curled as the rush of incestuous pleasure through me. I quivered and moaned, my orgasm bursting through my body.

Pleasure flooded through me. Hot waves of heat that splashed against my mind. They inundated my thoughts. My mom made me cum while my half-brother spanked me. Clint’s hand rested on my ass, squeezing it as I moaned and gasped.

“Yes, yes, I have such a nasty mom! Slut-mom! Oh, god! Lick all the pussy cream and cum out of my snatch, Mommy-slut. You’re just a whore! A cock-sucking, piss-drinking, cunt-lapping whore!”

“She is,” Clint groaned, giving my ass a nice squeeze.

“You are so awesome, Mom!” squealed Lee. “Lick her cunt. Oh, yes, Mommy. I love you so much! We’re sluts together!”

“Yes, you are!” I screamed, my voice echoing through the living room. I loved our family. It was the best in the world.

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Vicky Samuels

My daughter’s pussy tasted as sweet as I imagined it would, and eating Clint’s cum out of her snatch made me so wet. So I was so happy to obey my nephew’s next command. I plopped down on his lap, siting on him, facing the TV, and groaned as his dick filled my cunt.

The dick that now owned me. The dick that had fucked my daughter not long ago. It had filled her pussy like it filled mine. Clint’s strong arms went around my waist, holding me against his strong chest. I could almost imagine it was his father holding me.

Almost.

“Movie time,” squealed Lee. She hit play on the camera, then dived back down to sit on the floor before the couch. Alicia was on our right, Melody and my sister on our left. Clint’s chin rested on my shoulder.

“Ready, whore?” he asked as the camera showed Lee kneeling naked in the tub up in the master bedroom, her body quivering.

“I am so ready,” I groaned, my pussy clenching on his dick as my eyes were riveted to the screen.

Clint’s dick appeared, grasped in Melody’s hand. Lee opened her mouth, so eager and ready. I couldn’t look away from my youngest’s first taste of humiliation and piss. My pussy clenched so hard on my Master’s cock when his piss erupted.

That yellow stream splashed into Lee’s open mouth. I could see her eyes widening, the mix of shame and pleasure at the first acrid taste of piss landing on her tongue. She savored it. She shivered, her small breasts jiggling as piss overflowed her mouth. The stream was so strong and powerful.

And then Melody aimed it around her face, hosing her in sheets of yellow. The urine flowed up to her head and then ran down her neck and chest to her breasts. She had her eyes closed as she showered in humiliation.

“Oh, god, baby girl,” I moaned. “You are such a slut. You fucking loved it.”

“I did, Mom,” Lee moaned as she sat on the floor.

“She came so hard as we degraded her,” Clint groaned, his hands sliding up, squeezing my tits.

My nephew found my nipples, playing with them as my eyes were riveted on the screen.

Even though we weren’t fucking, just feeling his cock in me, shifting around as we both squirmed at the hot sight on the screen, sent ripples of rapturous heat through me. My breathing grew hotter and hotter as my sister seized Lee’s piss soaked hair, yanking her head around.

It was captured in HD clarity. It looked so amazing on the huge TV. I could see the drops of yellow piss working down her cheek as she sat in profile now, her face buried into my sister’s cunt. I licked my lips, remembering all the time I had drunk Cheryl’s urine while Clinton watched, his dick sometimes in my pussy or ass.

Cheryl pissed hard. Streams escaped, running down my daughter’s cheek. She squirmed and moaned and then was licking pussy.

“Was that your first cunt you ate?” I asked as on the TV my daughter lapped at my sister’s hairy snatch.

“Yes, Mom,” Lee moaned. “I’m not into girls, so it was so humiliating to have to lick her pussy clean. I did it though. I cleaned her up and made her cum. You can’t see her face, but listen to her.”

“I hear her. Oh, you’re making my older sister squeal. You’re making her cum. You are such a pussy-licking slut, Lee.”

“And that makes you hot, huh, whore?” Clint asked, twisting my nipple. “Watching your baby girl be a filthy slut?”

“So hot, Sir!” I groaned, quivering, the excitement building in my body.

Alicia stepped up next, getting revenge on Lee for all the times she was picked on, her small body quivering, her stomach rippling as she ground her pussy on Lee’s face, flooding her with so much urine. My daughter drank it all, gulping it down, loving it while Clint fucked her pussy so hard.

“I’m so proud of you for being such a filthy whore, Lee,” I moaned, squirming more and more, hearing her gulp urine and take Clint’s cock. “We’re going to drink piss every morning together.”

“Yes, Mom,” Lee moaned. “Sluts together.”

“They should get matching tattoos,” moaned Melody. “Mommy and Daughter Piss Sluts.”

“Fuck,” Clint groaned, twisting my nipple hard.

My pussy was so hot. I shifted, sliding up just an inch, savoring the friction of his girth, before slipping back down. Over and over, just enough to make us both groan and gasp as we watched Lee lick Alicia to her orgasm, my niece screaming her head off as the pleasure crashed over her.

“Now it’s my turn,” Melody moaned.

I grinned as Melody joined the tub. Clint switched holes at Melody’s urging, fucking Lee’s virgin asshole as Melody pissed all over her face. Watching my youngest lick my eldest made my pussy even hotter. Sisterly incest, so loving and nasty all at the same time, Lee’s face stained with cunt and piss.

“Oh, god, you two are so hot. Oh, Lee, you drank your sister’s piss.”

“While Clint fucked my pussy, Mom,” she moaned. “It was hot.”

“So hot,” Clint groaned. “Keep sliding that cunt on my dick, slut. I’m going to flood you with so much cum. I hope you’re not on birth control. I’m breeding you, Aunt Vicky.”

“Oh, my god!” I gasped, bucking on his dick as my eyes were locked onto Lee trapped between Melody and Clint, her small body rocking, piss dripping from her face, her ass taking Clint’s thick cock.

The cock that was buried in my pussy. This cock had taken both my daughter’s virginity. The first cock in their mouths, their pussies, and their asses. And it was in my cunt. The cunt that birthed them both.

“Clint!” I screamed as I came, my pussy spasming about his dick. I thrashed on his lap, savoring his fingers pinching and rolling my nipples.

His hips thrust up. He grunted, driving his dick into my cumming depths. Cum splashed into my pussy. My nephew’s jizz. I groaned, shuddering, writhing, my pussy milking his dick, eager for every last drop of his spunk.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned. “Cum in me! Breed me, Sir! Breed your aunt like you bred both my daughters!”

Clint held me tight, grunting into my ear as his cum pumped into my depths. “You are the coolest aunt ever, slut.”

“Yes!” I screamed as my orgasm burned even hotter through me. I couldn’t wait until Monday and his treat.

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Zoey Elliston

I yawned as I staggered up to the porch. It was late, past three in the morning. My feet were killing me. I reeked of body spray and perfume, masking how dirty I felt. It was a long shift, but I made so much money. Over a thousand in tips. That would help the household out.

Someone had to step up. Clint claimed he was the man of the house, but that boy had no idea that money was getting tight, that Mom was slacking at work and not bringing home as much. And without Dad’s paycheck…

At least it was fun money to make. Men were such idiots. I was so glad Stefani had this idea.

I fumbled with my keys. It was dark, past two AM. I opened the door and stepped into the empty house. My heels clicked as I walked in, clutching my gym bag holding my work clothes in them. I walked only a few steps when the living room light clicked on.

I froze.

“Zoey, we need to talk,” my mother said.

My stomach clenched. She knew. Somehow, she knew I was stripping at Flashing Glitter instead of working the deep fryer at Dairy Queen. She would kill me. I may be twenty, but I still was going to school. I still lived beneath her roof.

Dad would have definitely kill me for this. Fuck.

Trembling, I stepped into the living room and faced my mom wearing a bath robe, her dyed-blonde hair mussed, her legs crossed. I swallowed and tried to sound casual as I said, “Hi, Mom. About what?”

To be continued…

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