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I read a similar story years ago and have not been able to find it again so I wrote my own version of it

Heather’s Delimma
by Napoleon Leopold

Heather Morris had finally made it home from work and was looking forward to the long weekend ahead. She went upstairs and took a warm shower and then proceeded to get ready for the evening. Red lace panties and matching bra made her feel sexy. Red stocking held up by garter straps and 4″ high red pumps adorned feet. Opening her dresser drawer heather pulled out a red leather collar with a d-ring set in the front, she lifted her medium brown hair up so she could buckle it tightly around her neck. Not so tight that it would interfere with her breathing but tight enough that it wouldn’t chafe her skin. A pair of matching red leather cuffs were buckled around her wrists and a second set around her ankles. Each in turn including her collar were secured using miniature padlocks. Reaching into her hall closet, she retrieved an overcoat and wrapping it around her body making sure to button it up.

Heather left her house and walked across the street to her neighbor’s house. By now night had fallen and it was basically dark other than the occasional street lamp and several illuminated homes on the block. She looked up and down the street to make sure no one was around and after ringing the doorbell, she unbuttoned the overcoat and dropped to her knees, her feet spread so her bottom rested on the ground. Her back was straight while her head was bowed and she looked down. Her hands were folded together behind her back, her wrists at opposite elbows like she was taught.

She waited patiently hoping she would not be discovered by any of the other neighbors. After several minutes she could hear the footsteps of heels on a wooden floor approach the other side of the door. The porch light came flick on and Heather was illuminated against the surrounding darkness of the street. She prayed that no one was around to see her but dared not look around herself. She kept her eyes cast downward, to a spot the feet in front of her as she had been taught.

After what seemed like an eternity, the lock on the door turned and the door opened. She knew Mistress Amanda had pulled the curtin aside the window and saw it was her kneeling there, testing her, but intentionally taking her time opening the door.

“Well, well pussy, are you ready for this evening’s fun and games?”

“Yes Mistress.” Heather answered politely, submissively. Months after Heather’s husband had left her, Amanda had moved into the empty home across the street. Though at that time Heather didn’t know that Amanda had a dark side to her and would exploit her submissive inner core, they had become friends.

Amanda was friendly in an almost older sister kinda of way. This allowed Heather to open up about her struggles of being a lonely single mom. Amanda was that ear to listen and that shoulder to lean on. One evening as the two sat on Amanda’s couch watching a tear jerker movie, Amanda made her move and slowly seduced Heather into a lesbian relationship. Soon after Heather was spending more and more time time over at Amanda’s. It wasn’t long afterwards that Amanda introduced Heather to bondage, taking advantage of the vulnerability of her loneliness and her submissive mind. Now three months later, Heather was nothing more but a sex toy for her a Mistress to use any way she saw fit. Heather loved every minute of it too.

Amanda reached down and clipped a leash to the front of Heather’s collar. “Come along now pussy. Crawl into the house.” She commanded. Heather dropped her hands to the floor and crawled behind Amanda into the house like an obedient dog. Amanda turned, shutting the door and locked it.

“Present.” She said and Heather immediately sat back down on her haunches, back straight, head down and arms folded behind her back, just as she was outside the door. “Get rid of the coat.” Heather pulled the coat off, folded it and placed it neatly on the floor next to her and then resumed her position.

Amanda walked around her slave slowly, studying her. From behind she commanded, “Head up, mouth open.”

Immediately Heather obeyed and was rewarded with a ring gag shoved into her mouth. She hated the ring gag. It forced her mouth to remain open and caused her to drool tremendously. But she also knew why Mistress liked to use it on her as it gave her instant access to Heather’s tongue, willingly or not.
Amanda pulled the straps around Heather’s face and buckled them tightly behind her head. A second set of straps ran from the side of the gag, up along side of her nose to connect to a ring at her forehead where a single strap continue over the crown of her head to connect to the straps buckled behind her head. A third set of straps buckled together under her chin forcing her mouth to hold the wide ring in her mouth tightly. Once all the straps were buckled there was no expelling the ring from her mouth until Mistress removed it. To insure the gag would not be removed without permission, Heather heard the permanent click of the padlock.

“There you go pussy.” Amanda said. She knew that Heather hated to be called that. That it helped humiliate her and kept her in her place. That’s why she continued to call her that. “Now I have a very special guest tonight and you are going to be on your best behavior, otherwise I will punish you like I have never done before. Do you understand pussy?” She asked as she secured a padded leather blindfold across her eyes.

Yes Mistress came out as “ees istess” due to the ring gag in her mouth.

“Very good pussy. Now, crawl.” Amanda ordered as she tugged on Heather’s leash. Unable to see, Heather had to follow Amanda’s lead as she lead her through the house on her hands and knees into her special playroom. Once there, Amanda guided her to where she wanted her and had her sit back on her haunches once again. Taking ahold of her arms, she padlocks her wrists cuffs behind her back.

Heather, submitted to being placed where Amanda wanted her and could sense someone in front of her. Her suspicions were correct when Mistress guided her head forward and Heather found her face planted between another woman’s legs.

“Now pussy, I want you to do your best in pleasing my guest, or you know the consequences. Now get started.”

Heather’s tongue slipped through the ring gag as her mouth pressed against the woman’s sex and she began lapping between the lips of her pussy. The woman moaned and struggled and as Heather went to work on her, she realized the woman was also bound and gaged.

Wanting desperately to please her Mistress, Heather worked her tongue slowly, teasingly into the unknown woman’s pussy. As she did so, she thought the woman’s moans to be more of complaints than pleasure. Maybe she had never had the pleasure of another woman performing cunnilingus on her. Well Heather was going to make sure she definitely enjoyed her first time.

Heather continued to lick away at her pussy, knowing that Amanda was most likely video filming this session as she did most. Heather worked her tongue as deep as she could into the woman’s cunt. She found her clit with her tongued and flicked it constantly. Soon she could tell the moans of complaint were turning into moans of pleasure. The woman’s struggles also subsided and soon she was trying to thrust her hips closer to Heather’s mouth. Sex cream covered her face as she licked faster. The woman’s breathing became rapid through her nostrils and the she was bucking hard in her bonds as she hit a powerful orgasm.

Heather continued to lick as she felt the woman cum. The woman’s body shook as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her. Finally, what felt like an eternity, she went limp in her bonds and moaned softly as Heather continued on the task given to her until Mistress told her that was enough and pulled her head out off of the woman’s sex.

“That was quite outstanding pussy!” Amanda praised her. “For that you get a reward. You get to meet my special guest whom you pleased very well with your ability to use your tongue.”
Saying that she pulled the blindfold off of Heather’s face.

Heather blinked several times allowing her eyes to adjust to the sudden brightness of the light that had been blacked out by the blindfold. She saw the bound form of the woman in front of her and saw that by her slim body, she was younger than herself. She looked upwards and saw the firm breasts of the girl. Over the tops of those breasts she saw the face of the girl. Even with a scold gag covering the bottom part of her face, it was a face that she recognized immediately. Shock and horror overcame her as she looked at the bound girl before her. Her body taunt as her arms were pulled up high above her head, wrists locked into leather cuffs with those attached to the ceiling by a chain. The girls legs were held wide apart by a spreader bar attached to her ankles and secured to the floor. The girl’s pussy dripping with cum from the orgasm she herself was responsible for. Heather was starring into the eyes of her own 17 year old daughter Melissa.

Amanda laughed an evilly as she caught the complete realization on film. “That’s right pussy. Your daughter is also my sex slave. And both of you pussies will serve me, your Mistress, as my sex toys. And you will do everything that I tell you to do. No matter how perverted you may think it is.”

The words and evil laughter echoed in Heather’s mind and tears flowed from her eyes as she knew she and her daughter were now total sex slaves to Mistress Amanda.

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Mom finds out her daughter had sex at the mall…the perfect opportunity to teach her womenly love.

Something was going on with her daughter Tatum. Mellissa knew it. Ever since she and had picked her up from the mall she seemed distant, and agitated. She had asked her in the car if everything was okay but Tatum just shrugged. She would sort it out when they got home. For now she would just enjoy the quiet. She looked over at her young daughter and felt it again that twinge deep in her cunt, that want she couldn’t allow to flourish. Tatum was a sweet and hot thirteen year old blonde with a body mature beyond her age with C cup tities, though she refused to wear a bra, and a firm bubble butt that drove all the boys at school and secretly some of the girls wild.

Melissa noticed that her daughter was not dressed as she was when she left for school. Yet she knew Tatum often packed a second set of clothes in her back pack for after school, for a trip to the mall. Tatum looked a little like a mall slut with her tiny jean skirt that showed off her tight and tanned thighs and was low enough to reveal her pierced navel. Tatum was also wearing a pink tank that left nothing to the imagination. Like Mellissa, Tatum had big boobs early in life and had the nipples to match; all the women in the family had the same assertive nipples. Which at this point were poking out from Tatum’s tank top.

Sometimes Melissa wished she could shadow her daughter on her frequent trips to the mall in similar attire, to see just what she was up to. She would love to observe the many furtive looks form men and women as her hot little girl passed, wiggling her tight little ass. On the few occasions Tatum allowed Melissa to shop with her, she said nothing when the girl dressed in miniskirts or short shorts that showed off her tight ass and her young slit.

Once in a jean store she saw from a distance a clerk in her thirties help her daughter, The woman suddenly cupped Tatum’s ass as if measuring the firmness and width. Immediately Melissa became wet as Tatum smiled. The woman then slipped her hand between Tatum’s legs and began rubbing her pussy through the tight shorts. I stood there watching as a woman molested my little girl, too busy rubbing my pussy to move.

After a few minutes of attention from the clerk, Tatum leaned on a clothing rack and seemed to cum her thighs twitching and her knees buckling as the woman whispered something in my teen daughter’s ear. I came myself and looked away, unable to look my daughter in the eyes when Tatum met up with me a free pair of jeans in her shopping bag. So Melissa knew her daughter liked girls but didn’t think she had experienced too much of a sexual nature yet, because she hadn’t come to Melissa to discuss it. Tatum discussed every new thing in her life with her mother. Or at least that is what Melissa thought.

When they reached home, Mellissa was tired, from a long day at the office. Tatum seemed to drag herself out of the car into the house and upstairs to the living room, and as she headed upstairs, Mellissa called her back.

“Tatum. Stay. I need to speak with you, “, her 13 year old daughter sank onto the sofa.

“What’s this about mom”, Mellissa said rolling her eyes, “This isn’t going to be another lecture about cleaning my room and picking up my panties is it?”

Melissa smiled. No she had stopped lecturing about picking up panties as she enjoyed picking up her daughters thongs and bikini panties, soiled, even rank and wet with girl cum sometimes. She loved bringing herself to crashing climaxes smelling and tasting her little girl’s panties.

“Now, Tatum. What happened at the mall? And don’t tell me nothing, because I know when something is wrong with my little girl”, Tatum’s eyes took on guilty look, confirming her suspicions.

“Something happened at the mall? What was it baby? ” the girl winced her mother sat beside her on the sofa. Mellissa could see her clamming up.

“Now, why don’t you tell me what happened. Sweet heart…” she watched as her beautiful young daughter fidget, although she noticed that the girl’s nipples had suddenly grown even harder under her tight tank top.

“Well you know I told you I was going to the mall with Tracey, well that wasn’t true. I went to the mall to meet a girl I met on line. She’s like my age, and well we hung out and stuff. So like it was a bit weird but I can handle it.”

Concerned Melissa turned to her daughter and for the first time realized how short her skirt was now riding up her daughter’s thighs revealing the crotch of her panties. Was that sex she could smell on her daughter?

She turned to her daughter. “Are you alright? She didn’t hurt you, did she?” Tatum made a sexy almost lustful grin, but she sobered when she saw her mother’s serious expression.

“No, hurt me, no. But it went farther than I thought it would”, she answered honestly.

“What do you mean farther, farther where?” Mellissa was both disappointed and excited by where this was going.

“Mom, do I have to paint you a picture”, Tatum answered quickly, “we did it okay, I had hot sex with a girl in the mall washroom, is that what you want to hear? Fuck mom you don’t even know me anymore. I like cunt okay?”

Mellissa’s mouth dropped open, suddenly her heart was beating a mile a minute and despite herself she could feel her pussy getting wet. Finally she spoke to her young daughter.

“Tatum, I don’t like the idea of you having sex in a public place, I wish you would have come to me talked to me about what you were about to do. We used to be able to talk about everything. Baby, you have your whole life ahead of you to discover what you like sexually”, Melissa caught her daughter’s eyes and she could see her lovely daughter was about to break into tears. Melissa wrapped her sweet daughter in a close hug. She hugged her mom back hard. Mellissa could feel her daughters warm body and breasts press against her larger ones.

The tears began to flow from Tatum’s beautiful blue eyes and Melissa kissed them away as they rolled down her daughter’s soft cheek.

“Oh baby, baby, next time, you talk to me before you do anything like that. Do you understand me? I could have helped you talk it through. You know I’m always here for you don’t you baby”

“Oh mommy, I’m sorry, I wanted to talk to you but … I just couldn’t,” said her body jerking lightly with each sob against her mother, Tatum pressed her soft mouth into the nape of her mother’s neck. Melissa wondered, if it was a kiss. Encouraged by the sensual touch Melissa let her hands drift under the short skirt and cup her little girl’s firm bubble butt.

“”Umm. Oh sweetie yes we can get through anything together, right?” Mellissa adjusted herself on the edge of the sofa lifting her little girl onto her lab. This time letting one hand fall on her daughter’s upper thigh. Tatum threw her arms around her mother’s neck and pressed her tight little body into her mother’s warm embrace.

“Tatum, do you remember when you when I would spend my summers away from work with you?” Mellissa said softly.

“Uh huh”, she nodded, wondering where this was headed.

“You used to be quite the terror. And when I would spank you would pretend to brush it off and go on doing what you were doing”, Tatum’s eyes grew wide with fear.

“Mom, wait…”

” That rule about always coming to your mom about big decisions still applies? What was that rule?”

“But this is different. I…”

“What was the rule, Tatum?” the girl sighed, then whined out her answer.

“If I did something big without asking you, I would get a spanking”

“Exactly, now go get the hairbrush from my sink, and come back here”, said Melissa suddenly stern.

“But mom that was when I was 10 and 11. I’m older now!”

The look on Mellissa’s face showed that argument could be dangerous. Tatum skulked off to her mother’s bathroom, thinking about why she had to tell her mom, and then remembering how hot she used to get when her mom spanked her. Tatum reached under her skirt, her panties were still damp, and she could feel her juices flowing again.

Mellissa read all the thoughts from her daughter’s expressive face. She almost laughed at the mutiny that was peeking through in all of her child’s actions. Having sex with a strange girl in a mall; it was about time to make Tatum see where she could find the best sex of her young life.

“Sit down, Tatum.” they sat on the couch together, “Look, I’m not doing this because I’m angry, or because I like spanking you, or seeing you cry. I’m doing this, because you have to learn that sex isn’t something to throw away to strangers, you have to talk to someone experienced like your mom.

“But, Mom I told you I will talk to you before I have sex with anyone in the future, but …”

“Sweetheart I’m your mother. When someone else has sex with you without my knowledge that reflects back on me and I have to make sure that I do everything I can to make sure no one else teaches you what I can teach you. Do you understand?”

Tatum wasn’t sure she did. Her mother raised her chin so that their eyes met. Melissa leaned forward and gave her hot young daughter a long sensual kiss slowly slipping her tongue into the warm waiting mouth. Tatum sucked on her mother’s tongue for a long time and moaned.

“You know I love you, right? Do you know I’ve wanted to kiss you like that since you were ten, such a sweet hot little body,” Melissa let her finger tips trace her daughter’s now stiff nipples and pulled on them lightly.”

“Yes, Mom. I know.”

Melissa gave each soft firm nipple a good pinch. Tatum winced and moaned. “I will be your lover and your mother from now on do you understand? Your little cunt is mine.” Melissa’s hand cupped her daughter’s wet little pussy, pulling aside the panties and parting the lips and suddenly jamming her middle finger in.

“Are you mommy’s little slut?”

“Oh, Oh, mommy yes,” said Tatum looking down in disbelief as her mother rapidly finger fucked her tight wet cunt. “Oh I want it mommy, make me your fucking slut!”

“Good. Now stand up and pull down up your skirt and take down your panties too. Let’s go baby.”

Tatum bent over her mother’s lap, acutely aware of the air on her bare bottom. She felt the cool hairbrush resting on her cheeks, and dropped her head. Experience told her (and much more experience than she cared to remember) that this cool feeling wasn’t going to last very long. Experience was right. Mellissa brought the brush down hard on her daughter’s round tanned ass, leaving behind a flaming red mark. Tatum stifled a yell, listening as her mother started into a hot fucking lecture that made Tatum wetter with each blow.

You don’t want to end up a mall slut do you baby, opening your legs to every little hot cunt spank spank spank Look at your pussy, still wet from your cum, did she suck your little clit honey, did she finger fuck you? spank spank Did she tell you how good your little cunt tasted spank spank spank

“Ooooo. Yes, she fucked my cunt good mommy, she did she said my cunt tasted like peaches”.

Mmmm peaches huh spank spank spank do you know how many nights I’ve rubbed my clit thinking of tasting your juicy baby cunt spank spank Do you want me to baby do you want your mommy to tongue your hot little cunt spank

“Oh fuck yes. Please mommy. Owwwwwww. Please taste your little baby’s bald pussy.”

And you won’t let anyone else have it until I say so Whack Your pussy is mine do you understand mommy’s alone Whack Whack

“Yessss. Oh mommy I’m sorry. You are the only one for my pussy… owwwww. I’m sorry Mommy. It won’t happen again. I’ll be… your little slut, my cunt is just for you. Owwww”

Her voice trailed off as her mother brought the brush down on her thighs and lower butt. This was always the hottest part. It felt like she made her think she was going to spank her tender bare cunt, and then she did, two swift taps on a pussy that was already on fire. Tatum kicked her legs, wanting desperately wanting to grind her wet cunt on her mother’s leg. Tatum thrust her hips dragging her pussy across her her mother’s thigh until juices ran over her mother’s leg.

When she saw this change, Mellissa stopped spanking quickly and ran her fingers through her daughter’s long, blonde hair. With her other hand she stroked the girl’s back, whispering “Oh baby, I love your hot little bum, your perfect bubble ass, spread your legs for me show me how wet my spanking made you.”

“Oh, mommy I almost came it was so hot, the way you talked to me like your little slut. Oh mommy see how wet I am for you.”

Melissa peered down and nearly came at the sight of her daughters puffy lipped cunt, lips red from the slight slapping she had given them and her baby’s slit was full of girl juice. Melissa let her fingers part the slick lips to see the hidden pinkness of her little girl’s cunt hole. She slipped a finger into Tatum’s pussy up to the first knuckle. Tatum jerked as if a jolt of lightning coursed through her. Melissa smiled. How long had she waited for this moment?

“Oh my little girl is so red and so wet. I want to have you my way.“Baby get on your knees on the couch get your ass up in the air and don’t look back or you will get more of the brush but I will use the other end up your tight virgin cunt. Do you understand?”

“Yes, mommy.” Tatum whimpered.

Tatum could hear her mother getting undressed behind her but buried her face into the couch cushion not wanting more punishment, involuntary tears still rolling down her cheeks.

Suddenly she felt the cool weight of her mother’s boobs on her ass cheeks, she dragged them up and back over the red hot skin. Tatum closed her eyes and moaned at the sensation of her mother’s tities and nipples soothing her ass.

“Oh mommy that makes my ass feels so good,” hissed Tatum.

“Mommy loves her little slut, now open your legs wider I’m going to nipple fuck you.”

Tatum complied as Melissa guided her long stiff nipple over her daughter’s swollen slick cunt, pressing it as deep as she could into her daughter’s pink cunt hole.

“Oh fuck mommy, so good,” moaned Tatum as she pressed her pussy back into her mother’s large breast.

Melissa worked her other boob and nipple up and down her daughter’s sweet slit. Melissa took her time circling her baby’s clit, so much larger that Melissa might have imagined. She smiled; all the women in her family had large clits at a young age. Once revealed in its entirety the young teen had a stiff clit that protruded from the folds of her perfect cunt. Melissa let her long nipple tease it flipping it back and forth, juices wetting her nipple.

“My slut baby, I want you to lick your own juices from mommy’s nipples. Do it you fucking slut.”

Tatum turned and in an instant took in her mother’s hot body. So often she had fantasized about seeing her this way naked and wanting her. The girl was almost beside herself with excitement as she opened her mouth and sucked hard on her mother’s nipple.

“Oh baby it’s been too long, mommy has wanted your mouth on my nipple since you stopped nursing so long ago. Oh yess that’s it suck hard and flick it with your tongue. “

Tatum knew what to do as she switched to the wettest nipple savoring her own juices as she slurped on and nibbled on her mother’s hot nipple. Melissa reached out and pinched her little girl’s long firm nipples and Tatum squirmed and moaned sending vibrations through her mother’s body.

“Oh baby mommy needs to taste her little girl.” Get your back against the back of the couch and hoist your ass and pussy in the air. Tatum smiled, a long time gymnast she could do a neck stand forever. She got into position as her mother moved behind the couch and looked down on her sweet young baby. They had both gone beyond the point of no return. She wanted it all she wanted to have her little girl’s cum squirt all over her face.

Melissa began kissing her way down her daughters firm tanned thighs, with each new kiss Tatum gave out a mew of anticipation. Melissa could smell her baby’s cunt and she closed her eyes taking in the sweet smell.Letting the scent guide her between her baby’s legs and into her pussy. When her tongue parted her teen daughter’s legs she felt a rush of adrenalin pump through her. This little cunt was hers, from her flesh so raw and wet so young and fresh she slurped up juices with her tongue and moaned at the amazing taste, the mall slut had been right, peaches. Tatum moaned and ground her pussy into her mother’s mouth and tongue.

“Oh mommy yes do me, this is so much better than that mall bitch show me how a real woman lick’s cunt oh mommy make me squirt my cunt juice all over your face. “

Her daughter’s hot words were driving Melissa crazy and she plunged her tongue as far as she could down her little baby’s pink cunt hole. Melissa moaned at the wet heat that met her tongue and moaned her vibrating lips stimulating Tatum’s already sensitive clit.

Melissa jabbed her long tongue into her baby’s cunt again and again, then swirled it up over her lips parting them and slicing over the engorged clit much like her own. The size of it felt so hot for such a young girl, and by Tatum’s shuttering response she knew her clit was as sensitive as her mothers’.

“Oh baby, mommy needs your tongue on my clit and your fingers in my cunt, let’s get into a sixty-nine,”

Instantly Tatum moved on the couch with her head at one end and spread her legs for her mother. “Oh mommy please give me your big wet cunt on my face. I need your pussy so bad. “

Melissa eagerly got into position and lowered her shaved cunt onto her daughter’s mouth watching as her sinewy tongue reached up to flick her clit then suck it into her hot, wet mouth. Melissa gritted her teeth and nearly came right away.She lifted her cunt wanting to make this wonderful sensual experience last.

“Oh baby your tongue feels so good, but I don’t want to come right away, put two fingers in mommy’s cunt and fuck me, like you fucked that mall slut.

Smiling Tatum reached up and twisted two of her fingers into her mommy’s gapping cunt hole. Tatum loved the feel as her mother’s cunt grabbed at her fingers and pulled them in up to the hilt.

“That’s it baby, now fuck your mommy good, put more fingers in there three four, fuck I want all of your fingers in my cunt.”

With each successive this Tatum added another finger. Until all four were sliding in and out of her mother’s cunt making delicious slurps..

“Oh yeah baby, Oh mommy loves your fingers in her cunt…so good my little slut baby. Now suck on mommy’s big clit again suck it in and out of your soft lips and nibble on it with your teeth and I’m going to suck your clit and fuck the shit out of your little pussy.”

The execution was going just as Melissa imagined she moaned loudly at the hot sensations of her daughters tongue and fingers. As she took her little girl’s entire cunt into her mouth sucking hard on the lips pressing her tongues down on the hooded clit. Then she let go and parted the lips with her tongue and let her mouth suck up and down on her daughter’s lovely inheritance a wonderfully stiff and large clit that responded to every flick of her tongue and all consuming suck of her mouth. She slammed her middle finger as far as she could into her little girl’s cunt. She was going to make this perfect little girl feel everything she deserved to feel she was going to make her cum in squirts..

Melissa could feel her cum riding the tin edge of a razor blade and sensed her daughter was oh so close. She knew how to make sure they came together.

“Baby bite on mommy’s stiff clit, nibble it with your perfect white teeth!” Melissa screamed.

As Tatum quickly began placing love bite’s along and on her mother’s engorged clit Melissa did the same to her daughter, the sensation was electric, it was as if Melissa could feel her spine snap as her body writhed in ecstasy and it happened a clear flash of lightning a spray of cum from her mommy’s cunt and soaked her daughter’s face and body. Tatum closed her eyes as the second squirt sparked her own squirt her cunt mashing into her mother’s face sending shots of cum into her hair and all over her body. Each of them quivered several times sending spray after spray of cum until the couch seemed to be a small pool of cum.

Slowly, oh slow slowly the convulsions subsided and Melissa turned on the couch laying in the wetness to hug her beloved daughter and lover. The breathed kissed onto each others faces and slowly lick cum like tears from each other’s cheeks.

When they were able to speak again Melissa slowly asked her daughter, “Do you still have the number of that mall slut that made you cum on her tongue?”

Tatum smiled and nodded.

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The story continues from Shelly’s point of view.

Shelly is awoken rather rudely, and has to deal with the fallout of her brother’s indiscretion. Jessica’s true motives come under even more doubt as disturbing news is told to the twins.

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Chapter 02
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The Fairy Spring

“Shelly, wake up!”

Shelly jumped out of bed, wondering what was happening. Were they under attack? She’d been having an odd dream about . . . something. She felt it was important, but couldn’t get her sleep fuddled mind to remember.

“What’s going on?” she yelled as she dressed. Mentally she went over all the weapons she could change into if needed, as well as defensive objects. She wanted to be prepared for whatever awaited her outside her room.

“Just get out here,” a familiar voice called. A voice she knew very well, in a tone she dreaded.

“Mom?” she asked as she stepped out. “What’s going on?”

She wasn’t prepared to see the common room of the house she shared with her brother full of people. Their house was small, and it seemed even smaller with everyone in it.

“Your brother ditched me to have fun and do perverted things,” Areth stated. Her fists were on her hips as she fluttered around the room. Shelly had never seen her angry before. When had she shown up?

Shelly’s eyes were drawn to the other person in the room, besides her mother and foolish brother. It was the girl that’d helped them yesterday with the ogres. Or she had set that trap for them. Shelly hadn’t decided yet. What was her brother doing with the woman? Her brother could be so dense sometimes! At least he had the decency to look embarrassed.

“Everyone calm down,” another voice rang through the room. It was Aunt Lysa. She had a hard time controlling air currents around herself in small places, so she was probably staying outside and only projecting her voice. As crowded as the room was, Shelly was glad for the consideration. “Areth, I didn’t bring Sheila here to punish Sheldon.”

“Why not?” the fairy pouted. “It would be a lot more entertaining. Ooh! I know. I can punish him! Please!”

Shelly noticed her idiot brother glance at the fairy in fear. The tiny woman could be quite chaotic, and there was no telling what the fairy might consider as punishment.

“No,” Shelly’s mom said quietly. “There are more important things to discuss.” Despite her words, she was glaring at Eldon.

“Drat!” the fairy kicked open air.

Shelly was confused about everything going on, and was still tired and ornery after being woken up so rudely. “Will someone please tell me why I had to wake up, just to find out my brother was being an jackass?”

“Hey!” Eldon protested. “Thanks for having my back, Shells!” Sarcasm and indignation filled his voice.

“This sounds like a family affair,” Jessica spoke up for the first time since Shelly had come out of her room. “I should go.”

“Stay where you are, girl,” Shelly’s mother commanded. It was odd to see Sheila Lance be domineering. She acted like a completely docile slave around their dad, but when he wasn’t around, she had a way of taking charge.

Jessica obeyed and sat back down. Her eyes dropped to the folded hands in her lap.

“For better or worse, you’re a part of this now,” Lysa’s disembodied voice said. “I know I asked you to watch over him. I didn’t ask you to get into his pants.”

The woman’s cheeks burned bright red, even through her dark complexion.

“What’s the big deal?” Shelly asked. “We’re old enough to be with who we want.”

“Oh, now you have my back,” Eldon muttered.

“Besides,” Shelly added just to spite him, “it’s not like she’s the first woman he’s been with.”

“And there you go again,” her brother shook his head. Shelly noticed that he was looking everywhere, except at Areth or Jessica. Just how far into the act had they been caught? She wondered briefly what form he’d taken to be with her, before deciding she really didn’t want to know.

“That’s not the point,” Lysa said. “He is our father’s son, and has every right to be with who he wants.”

“Thank you!” Eldon said.

“But he shouldn’t have ditched one of his chaperones. Especially not Areth on Earth,” Lysa continued.

Shelly now understood. Areth tended to get herself into trouble when she went to Earth alone. She had too much fun tormenting the mortals—a fairy’s lifespan was infinite, as long as they didn’t get themselves killed. Areth called it entertainment. No one else did. If she had come right back, instead of staying on. . . .

“Wait! You went to Earth?” Shelly demanded of her brother. “What were you thinking? Lysa told us to stay put. Do you still have ogre brain between your ears?”

Shelly saw Jessica mouth the words, “Ogre brain,” in confusion.

“That brings us to the problem,” her mom said. “After you two almost fell into that trap yesterday, Lysa checked into things. It seems visitors to this world have been coming under a lot more attacks lately.”

“Areth,” Lysa spoke up, “I sent you to watch over the twins and protect them. Not to go gallivanting to Earth.”

“But I was bored! And it’s been so long since I got to go there. I was keeping an eye on him,” Areth protested. “I was keeping him out of trouble.”

Jessica snorted for some reason, but didn’t look up. What happened while they were away?

“While my daughter remained unprotected,” Sheila said. Areth blanched away from the heat in her tone.

“If you’d already sent her to watch over him,” Jessica started to ask, “why did you send me too?”

“Because a fairy isn’t the most trustworthy babysitter,” Eldon answered her question.

“I didn’t send her to babysit you,” Lysa said. “But we’re getting far from the point. I think someone is behind these attacks. So far, Shelly and Sheldon are the only ones that a trap was set for. While visitors were attacked, some of them were able to escape. Only with the twins, did the force escalate.”

The Pillar of Air let her words sink in. Someone had targeted them. She looked to Jessica. Had the woman really just happened to be in the area when those other ogres appeared, or had she somehow brought them? She couldn’t read the woman’s expression. But why would she help them, if she was the one to set the trap?

“So, I’m not in trouble?” Eldon asked into the silence.

“You’re in trouble, alright,” their mom told him. “Not only did you leave Areth alone on Earth, but you left your sister unprotected. What would have happened if someone attacked her while you were gone?”

“I can defend myself!” Shelly said, filled with indignation. She’d warded off her brother when he turned into an ogre yesterday, hadn’t she?

She was ignored.

“I want the three of you to see what you can find out about whoever is instigating these attacks,” Lysa said.

“Is that wise?” Shelly asked, giving Jessica a pointed look.

“I think she can be trusted,” Lysa said. “If she’d meant you harm, she would have let the ogres have you.”

“Unless she wants you to think that way,” Shelly said.

“Jessica’s a good person!” Eldon nearly shouted. “She . . . she . . .” His cheeks turned bright red, and he looked down at his lap. No, not his lap, at his crotch.

No, she thought. He couldn’t have. He wouldn’t have shown her that! Would he? If she’d seen that, and not gone running, no wonder he was defending her. Oh, Sheldon. You foolish, foolish, man.

Shelly watched as Jessica reached out and grabbed Eldon’s hand. He looked at her gratefully, then at everyone else, and his cheeks burned brighter.

“Anybody who is willing to protect my children, has my gratitude,” Sheila said.

Jessica was winning everyone over to her side, Shelly realized. She was going to have to watch her even closer.

“Okay, then,” Shelly said. She smiled at Jessica, hoping it didn’t look as fake as it felt. Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. “If everyone else says you’re okay, then I’ll accept that. Please forgive me for being so rude.”

“I understand,” Jessica replied. “If I were in your shoes, I’d be worried too. You don’t know me, so naturally you’d be suspicious.” She turned to Sheila then. “But I don’t know about putting my neck on the line for whatever is going on. I saw someone who needed help yesterday, and I helped. It was a split moment decision. You’re asking me to risk myself, for what?”

“You’re right,” Lysa’s voice said. “We don’t know what’s going on, or why. You have no reason to help us in this. If what the twins told me is true, however, we could use your skill. The choice is yours.”

“Please,” Shelly read Eldon’s lips.

“I’m sorry,” Jessica said as she let go of Sheldon’s hand. Shelly thought she heard true regret in her tone. “I like you, Eldon. You seem like a really nice guy, and an amazing . . . .” Her gaze dropped to Eldon’s crotch.

He did show her! Shelly thought. And apparently she didn’t have a problem with the grotesque thing.

“But I’m not willing to risk my life for something like this,” Jessica continued. “You’re connected to some really powerful people, and I prefer to keep my head down. I’m sorry.”

Shelly watched as her brother’s heart broke. If she hadn’t liked Jessica before, she loathed the woman now. But she was conflicted at the same time. If Jessica really had been the one to set the trap, wouldn’t it be in her best interest to be a part of the investigation? Or did she have something more nefarious in mind?

“Please leave,” Shelly found herself saying as she pointed to the door. Her tone was incongruous with her words, but she didn’t care. She wanted Jessica out of her house.

“I understand,” Jessica said. She stood up and gave one more apologetic look to Eldon. Then she turned and walked out.

“You could have been nicer to her, dear,” her mom chided her softly.

“Look at Eldon’s face and tell me that again,” Shelly growled at her mother. Sheila looked at her son, then back to Shelly and shook her head. Eldon just stared at the door. This wasn’t the first time his heart had been broken, and she knew he would get over it. The best thing to do, would be to find another girl for him.

“Well, it’s not ideal,” Lysa said, “But I guess I’ll have to rely on you two. At least I know you will always have each other’s backs. Let’s try to figure out how to find whoever is causing these attacks.”

“I could help!” Areth piped up. The tiny woman bounced around the room in her excitement, waiving her arms.

“No!” Shelly and Eldon said at the same time.

* * * *

“We’ve already tried this plan,” Shelly complained. She had transformed herself into a large backpack, and was resting against her brother’s back. He was wearing a baseball cap, and a bright shirt that read, ‘I <3 magic.’ He was using someone else’s form, and they had just come through one of the portals the normal humans used to visit the Shadow World.

“If you’ve got any better ideas, then let’s hear it,” Eldon snapped at her. “Otherwise shut up and act like a backpack.”

His words stung her, but she understood where they were coming from. He still hadn’t forgiven her for driving Jessica away a week ago. Shelly had tried to get him to go to a club, or to meet someone else, but he refused to listen to her. She was starting to get desperate and had hatched a plan.

Hopefully it wouldn’t backfire.

“Excuse me,” someone asked Eldon. He turned to look at the woman. Shelly adjusted where her eyes were. Well, not her real eyes, but rather what part of her she was looking through. When she took the form of an inanimate object, she was capable of looking in multiple directions at once. That’s why she was so good at watching her brother’s back. “Could you help me? This is my first time coming here.”

The woman was attractive, with long blonde hair pulled through the back of a red baseball cap. She stood almost as tall as Sheldon was in this form, which was only slightly smaller than his true form. Shelly didn’t recognize her.

“Sure,” Eldon said, his voice tired. “I’m not from around here, but I know a thing or two about this place.” Shelly winced as he spoke. He sounded like he was rehearsing his lie, instead of believing it. There was no emotion in his voice. They were trying to act as tourists. They needed to see if they could trigger an attack, but after a week of trying, there had been nothing. No tourists had been attacked in the last week, at all.

“I understand there is a beautiful beach between the Earth and Water areas. Do you know how I can get there? My name is Gloria, by the way. Nice to meet you,” the woman held out her hand.

Eldon looked confused for a moment as he shook her hand. “You came through the wrong portal, if that’s where you wanted to go,” he told her. “Right now we’re closer to the border between Earth and Fire. It’ll take you days to travel there by normal means.”

“Damn it!” the woman stomped her foot. “Now I don’t have an excuse to wear this bikini I got. What am I going to do?”

“Offer to take her for a tour,” Shelly whispered to her brother.

He shrugged his shoulders in a way that told her to be quiet.

“I have plans, or I’d offer to show you around,” Eldon told her. He turned to walk away.

Shelly saw confusion in the girl’s eyes. She really hadn’t expected to be dismissed like that.

“Well, would you mind if I tagged along anyway?” she asked.

“Say yes,” Shelly whispered to him. “She wants to spend time with you.”

“It might be dangerous,” he whispered back. Then a moment later, “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re trying to do.”

He sighed, and turned to face the woman. “You can drop the act,” he told her. “I know what you are. Did my sister put you up to this?”

Her blue eyes opened in shock for a moment, before she started laughing. “What gave me away? I thought I played the part of the lost girl just right.”

“You did,” he told her. “But Gloria is a pretty old name. Not many people are called that these days. At least, not as young as you appear to be. The real tip-off was when I shook your hand, though. That’s when I knew you were a succubus. You’ll want to ply your trade with someone else. Just be careful not to take too much from them. I’m not really human, anyway.”

“But maybe I really wanted to meet you, Eldon.” Shelly felt him stiffen as she used his name. He hadn’t given it to her, and Shelly knew that he was trying to figure out how she knew it was him. He wasn’t in his true form, and every time they’d attempted this, he’d taken on a new persona.

“Shelly!” he growled. “What are you playing at?”

Darn it! He figured it out. Shelly changed back into her true form and stepped away from him. “All you’ve done for the past week is mope about,” she complained. “Can you blame me for trying to get you to move on?”

“But a succubus?” he demanded.

“Eldon, don’t be rude. She’s right there.”

“It’s okay, Shelly. I’m not ashamed of what I am,” Gloria said.

“She came highly recommended by Angela,” Shelly said. “And you really could use the release.”

“Angela? When did you have time to talk to—nevermind! Haven’t you caused enough stress in my love life lately?” He turned back to face Gloria, “I’m sorry she wasted your time. You don’t have to stick around. I’m going home. This mission was a bust, anyway.”

“It wasn’t a waste of time,” Gloria said. “Really. I’ve always wanted to meet you. The Pillar of Fire just gave me an excuse.”

“Why, because I’m Lyden’s son?” he snapped at her.

“No,” she laughed, her voice coming out in musical tones. “Because you’re Sheldon Lance. Already your prowess as a fighter has made a name in this world. The Pillar of Fire speaks highly of you. She once told me that if she had any children of her own, she hoped they would be as strong as you are.”

Shelly could see that Eldon was taken aback by the praise. He really hadn’t expected to hear that about their step-mom. Even Shelly was surprised. Angela rarely spoke of her feelings, much less anything to do with her husband’s children. It was whispered that she was jealous of the wives of Lyden Snow that he’d been willing to have children with. Especially Sheila and Brooke.

“I couldn’t do it without my sister,” he told Gloria.

Shelly was surprised to hear her brother include her in the praise. Maybe he wasn’t as mad at her as she thought.

“Yes, I’ve heard you two are quite the pair,” Gloria continued. “Listen, I understand that you’re going through a rough patch, but I would really like to get to know you better. This plan to seduce you was foolish, and I’m sorry about that. Can we start over?”

Sheldon looked at her curiously for a moment. Then he shrugged his shoulders and held his hand out to her. “Hi, I’m Sheldon. Nice to meet you.”

Gloria giggled as she took his hand. “Hi Sheldon. I’m a succubus named Gloria. I’m so glad I finally got the chance to meet you. Would you like to go out for some drinks? I know this great place in Gaia’s city where they serve the best wine. But don’t let me drink too much, or I won’t be held responsible for my actions!”

Eldon glanced at Shelly. “Go ahead,” she told her brother, trying not to smile. “I can get home on my own.”

“Are you sure?” Sheldon asked her. “I don’t want mom getting mad at me again.” She could tell that he actually wanted to go. It was the first sign of life she’d seen in him for a week.

“Go!” she laughed. She took a moment to change into a giant bear trap, and then back again to show she could handle herself. “Just don’t do anything foolish!”

He rolled his eyes at her before turning to face Gloria. “Shall we?” he offered the succubus his arm. “My chariot is just over here.”

Shelly watched them walk away, with a smile on her face. Her brother was going to be just fine. He was even starting to act like his cocky self again. A roc flew down from the sky to his call and picked them up. There were a few other visitors that had come through at the same time they had, though they’d separated after coming through the portal. Most of them gaped as the massive bird dropped to the ground. Ancient legends said that rocs were big enough to carry away an elephant. The truth was they were big enough to carry away an elephant in each claw.

Shelly decided to walk for a while before calling for her bird. It was seldom that she had time alone, and she decided to enjoy it. Besides, if Eldon hit it off well enough with Gloria, he’d want the house to himself.

* * * *

“Help!” someone screamed, pulling Shelly from her thoughts. She’d been walking for about an hour, when she heard the scream.

She was in a hilly area of Gaia’s domain, and started running. Had a visitor been attacked after all? If so, she wasn’t equipped to take out whatever was causing the problem on her own.

She rounded the bend of a hill, and stared in confusion. “No way,” she muttered to herself. “It couldn’t be.”

But there was no denying what was before her. Jessica was being attacked by a myrmidon. She slashed at it with one of her daggers, but the creature made up entirely of red ants only laughed at her. The thing looked human in shape, except for two large mandibles sticking out of its mouth. As Shelly watched, the monster opened its maw. It began to glow a split moment before a gout of flame bellowed out of it.

Jessica blurred as she tried to dodge it, but some of it caught her left calf, and she went down. Shelly could see that the burn was bad, and she wasn’t getting back onto that leg anytime soon. The next attack would take her out.

“Son of a, mother trucking, piece of, DANG it!” Shelly swore as bad as she ever did. She ran for the prostrate woman, trying to think of what she could become to fight off the monster. From what she knew, only magical weapons and water could kill them. She was magical, but not enough to take out one of them. And of course, there was no water here.

“I’d better not regret this,” she muttered as she dove for Jessica. She changed shape in midair, and landed with a clang on top of the woman.

Just in time, too. Searing hot fire washed over Shelly as the myrmidon blew its flame at her. Her metal surface heated up, but it wasn’t enough to melt her. Only make her uncomfortable.

“What the. . . .” Jessica muttered, likely shocked to find a large metal kite shield over her.

“I hope you have some way of defeating that thing,” Shelly told the woman, “because I don’t.”

“Shelly?” Jessica asked, then shook her head. “Nevermind. If you can keep it off me, I can get rid of it. The thing attacked out of the blue. I didn’t have time to defend myself properly.”

“Less talking, more fighting,” Shelly scolded as the ant monster blew a second gout of flame across her metal surface. The heat was starting to move beyond uncomfortable and into pain territory.

“Right!” Jessica said. “Just protect me, and move when I tell you to.” She closed her eyes, and Shelly recognized the chanting sounds of magic being prepared. Normally only humans used magic in this way, but apparently whatever Jessica was, she used it too. Shelly knew the woman wasn’t human. No human could move as fast as she could.

“Any time now,” Shelly groaned as sweat broke out on her surface. No, that wasn’t sweat! She was starting to melt.

“Now,” Jessica said. Shelly didn’t wait another moment, before shrinking down. Jessica let go of the spell she’d prepared. A column of water sprang from her hands, slamming into the force of fire, and drove it back.

Shelly heard the Myrmidon growl as he tried to push his attack. Jessica grunted as the flame moved closer to her, but she rallied her strength and the water pushed back at the myrmidon.

Unfortunately for the monster, it had to breathe to perform its attack. As soon as it ran out of breath, the water swamped over the monster. Shelly heard it sizzle and scream as it died.

“Thank you,” Jessica groaned. Shelly watched her eyes roll up into her head as she passed out. Agony coursed its way across her back, and Shelly soon followed the other woman into oblivion.

* * * *

Something changed in Shelly, bringing her awake. Her back felt numb. There was no pain. There was no sensation at all.

“What. . . ?” she groaned, opening her eyes. She was lying on her stomach and could hear someone singsong chanting over her. Someone was casting a spell on her!

Panic drove her muscles to do what they’d been too weak to do a moment before, as she shoved herself away from . . . “Jessica?” She was on her knees, hands held out in front of her.

“I’m trying to heal your back,” the tanned woman said, her voice weak and strained. “You were badly burned. When I woke up, you were groaning, and your pulse was weak. I—“ she paused and tipped forward, catching herself before she hit the ground with one hand.

Shelly remembered the searing pain of the Myrmidon’s fire pouring across her metal back. She also remembered melting. Her back was still numb. She reached behind her and felt bare skin. Looking down, she realized she was completely naked.

“Sorry,” Jessica murmured. “What’s left of your clothes are right there. I needed to know how bad the burns were, and quite frankly, there isn’t enough left to be worn anyway.”

Shelly looked to the pile of burnt rags, and had to agree with Jessica. If that was the remains of her clothing, how bad had her burns been?

“Why would you heal me?” Shelly asked, still suspicious of the other woman.

Jessica actually laughed. There was no mirth in it, just bitter recrimination.

“You saved my life. I don’t care what you think of me, but that means something in my book.”

Shelly’s cheek burned in shame. She had treated this woman with nothing but scorn and suspicion. When she could have walked away and left her alone, she’d spent her last remaining strength trying to heal her. She’d been wrong about Jessica from the start.

“How’s your leg?” Shelly asked, in way of an apology. Words wouldn’t make up for how she’d acted, but maybe actions could.

“Hurts like hell when I think about it,” Jessica grimaced.

“Why don’t you heal it, and I’ll get us out of here?” Shelly asked. She could call her roc at any time.

“I can’t,” Jessica gasped. “I can only heal others with my magic. It works by transferring healing energy from the caster to the wounded, allowing that person to recover. I can’t transfer it from myself, to myself.”

“Are you telling me that, because you healed me, you’ll recover slower?” Shelly demanded. “Why would you do that?”

“You saved my life!” Jessica gasped. “I owed you that, at least.

“Is there no way to heal you then? I’m afraid I don’t know how to use that kind of magic,” Shelly told her. She was beginning to feel like the worst sort of person. She was going to have to change the way she treated Jessica.

When Jessica didn’t answer the question right away, Shelly looked up to meet her eyes. She was trying to decide something, Shelly saw in her gaze.

“No,” Jessica said after a few uncomfortable seconds. “There’s no way.”

Shelly didn’t have to read minds to know that was a lie. “You don’t want to tell me what it is, do you?” Shelly sucked in a deep breath, and let it out slowly. “I know I’ve treated you poorly. Okay, less than poorly. I’ve been a royal bitch. All you’ve done is try to help, and I suspected you of being a bad person. If there is a way to heal you, please let me know. As long as I don’t have to slay a dragon right now, I think I’m willing to try.”

Jessica chuckled. This time there was some mirth in it. “You think you’re willing to try? You don’t know what you’re asking.”

“Try me,” Shelly told her, feeling sure of herself. She had a lot of making up to do for this woman.

Jessica regarded her in silence for a few moments, before shaking her head. “You’re not going to like it.” Shelly just stared at her, waiting. “Fine,” she sighed after a few more seconds ticked by. “Sex. Sex is the only way for me to heal, short of finding another healer. I’m sorry, but we’ll just have to go find a healer. I can last that long.”

“Are you a succubus?” Shelly asked. She’d meant it as an innocent question, but Jessica glared at her.

“I am not!” she nearly shouted.

“Okay, sorry,” Shelly quickly offered. “I didn’t mean anything by it. I was just curious. I don’t have any problems with them. In fact, I know a few and am good friends with—“

“Well I’m not, okay? Please, just drop it?” Jessica pleaded with her, cutting Shelly off.

Shelly nodded, and then got to her feet. Her back still felt numb and too smooth to be normal skin. She couldn’t see her hind side, and was afraid of what she might see if she did.

“Would it finish healing me as well, without taking any more from you?” she asked.

“I can work it that way,” Jessica said. “But don’t worry about it. Your brother mentioned you had a couple rocs at your disposal. If you’d be willing to take me to a healer, I can be out of your hair.”

“I’ve got another idea,” she told Jessica. “If I support you, do you think you could walk?”

“I don’t think either of us are in a position to walk,” Jessica told her.

“I know this area,” Shelly replied. “Just around that hill is a natural spring that fairies like to play in. I’m certain it can help us both. The fairies have made it magical. Well, that, or the spring was magical to begin with, and so the fairies like it.”

“Can’t you call your roc to get us there?” Jessica asked. She pulled her wounded leg around, and Shelly saw how bad it was. The flame had cauterized it, even as it burned away the flesh and much of the meat around her foot.

“They get pretty upset when I have them take me such short distances,” Shelly replied. “Please, let me help you. We’ll get to the spring and get you walking on your own in no time.

Jessica tried to protest again, but Shelly refused to hear it. She was weaker than she thought, but she forced it away as she got under Jessica, and they started walking.

“How’s Eldon?” Jessica asked.

Shelly didn’t know how to answer at first. She didn’t want to tell this woman that he’d done nothing but mope about after she’d left, but she didn’t want to lie to her again either.

“He misses you,” Shelly said.

“Yeah, I’ll bet,” Jessica said, then grunted when her injured leg bumped against Shelly’s naked calf. “He knew me for less than an hour.”

“Well, you seem to have made an impression on him,” Shelly admitted. She closed her mouth so she wouldn’t give anymore away. Eldon would never forgive her if she made him out to seem weak and hopeless over a girl he barely knew. “Here we are.”

A large evergreen tree stood proud on the inside curve of a water-filled crescent shaped depression. At their approach, fairies went zinging off in all directions. They really were a nervous group. Areth was the only one Shelly knew of that didn’t act that way, but she was a special case. No one could ever steal her maidenhead and make her a prisoner to them.

“This will heal me?” Jessica asked, doubt in her voice.

“It’ll help,” Shelly told her. “You’re going to want to get all the way in, though. We should strip these clothes off you, before we get in.”

Jessica still looked skeptical, but she let Shelly remove her clothing. Shelly dove in first, and came up gasping in delight at how the warm water felt on her naked body.

Jessica slipped in more carefully, but dunked her head completely under.

“I should have warned you,” Shelly said as Jessica’s head cleared the surface. “Don’t drink the water.”

“What?” Jessica asked, trying to spit out what was already in her mouth. “Why?”

“You know about the Fountain of Youth?” Shelly asked, trying to keep her face straight.

“I thought that was a myth!” Jessica exclaimed.

“As far as I know, it is,” Shelly said, and couldn’t hold back any longer. She burst out laughing, until Jessica started splashing her.

“I didn’t think you knew how to make a joke!” Jessica stated when they tried to catch their breaths.

“I only joke around with those I want to consider as a friend,” Shelly said back solemnly. “I’m truly sorry for the way I treated you. Forgive me?”

“You saved my life back there,” Jessica said. “Of course I do.”

“You’ve saved mine twice,” Shelly replied.

“But the second time wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t tried to save mine.”

“Look, we can argue about that until we’re blue in the face, or we can work on getting you healed,” Shelly said.

“I thought this spring was supposed to heal me,” Jessica said. “My leg isn’t throbbing as much, but I don’t think it’s healing me.”

Shelly swam over to where the roots of the large tree dove down into the water, and retrieved a small bag.

“This should help both of us,” Shelly said.

“What is it?” Jessica asked. “Some kind of magical wand of healing, or soothing balm?”

“No,” Shelly said with a smile. “It’s soap.”

“Magical healing soap?” Jessica asked, arching one eyebrow. Shelly had to admit she was an attractive woman.

“Nope. Regular soap.” Shelly wrinkled her nose for effect. “And you stink.”

Jessica laughed as she bobbed in the water. “That can happen when you fight for your life, then have to hobble around a hill to get to a hidden spring.”

“Turn around and I’ll wash your back,” Shelly told her. Jessica swam to the side and held on as Shelly lathered up her hands. This was a spot Shelly only came to when she wanted to relax. It was peaceful, when the fairies stayed away, and secluded on all sides by hills.

She left the soap in her hands, enjoying its fragrant scent, and gently scrubbed the other woman’s back. Jessica had smooth skin, but Shelly could feel firm muscle underneath. She was tempted to ask what the other woman was, but didn’t want to be rude.

“That feels good,” Jessica said as Shelly worked on a knot in her back.

“Hop up onto this rock, and I’ll get your legs,” Shelly told her.

“If this is the treatment I get after risking my life, I ought to do it more often,” Jessica joked.

“This isn’t because of what you did for me,” Shelly told her solemnly as she washed one shapely calf. “I’m doing this because I owe you.”

“Mmm, I hate to argue while you’re doing that, but you owe me nothing,” Jessica crooned as Shelly dug her knuckles into her good leg.

“I owe you for the way I treated you,” Shelly had to force the words out. She didn’t usually apologize; she so rarely had any reason to. “You saved my brother, and I treated you like the enemy. And then the next morning, I treated you even worse.”

“I understand. You look after him, don’t you? How is your brother?” Jessica asked again as Shelly started massaging her thighs.

Hopefully knocking the bottom out of Gloria, Shelly thought. It wasn’t that she didn’t want her brother with Jessica, but that he needed to get over his infatuation with a girl he’d just met. “He’s doing fine,” she lied.

“That’s good,” Jessica said. For some reason she had on a slight frown. Shelly figured it was because of her damaged left leg, and decided to speed things up. “What are you doing?” Jessica demanded as Shelly placed her hand on the wounded woman’s crotch.

“Trying to heal you,” Shelly told her. “Now that we’re cleaned up, I figured—“

“Figured I’d just lie down with you?” Jessica interrupted. “I accept your apology, but you don’t have to do that.”

Shelly’s gray eyes met Jessica’s blue orbs for a moment as she considered. “You’re a beautiful woman,” she said after a moment. “Both of us could use the healing, though you more than me. I really don’t mind.”

“You don’t mind?” Jessica demanded, anger lacing her voice. “I’m not a piece of meat that fucks anything on two legs, just because I don’t mind.”

Shelly flinched at the other woman’s expletive. Like her father, she didn’t find much use in swearing.

“I misspoke,” Shelly tried to soothe her. “I didn’t mean it like that. I don’t spread my legs for just anyone either. This is a special case, though. I didn’t want you to think that I would have a problem being with a woman. That’s what I meant by, ‘I don’t mind.’ I’m bisexual.”

She really is beautiful, Shelly thought. No wonder Sheldon fell for her. Especially if he saw those breasts. He always was a tit man. And look how hard her nipples are. Those breasts actually made Shelly a tad jealous, though she’d never admit it.

“Who said I swing both ways?” Jessica asked, arching one dark eyebrow.

Shelly blinked in confusion. “I didn’t even think of that,” she mumbled. “I just thought. . . . I mean, the way you talked earlier. . . .” Shelly pulled away from the edge of the pool, but Jessica reached out and grabbed her hand.

“I’m into girls too, but I prefer cock,” Jessica told her. She heaved a sigh, doing wonders for that awesome chest of hers, and then grinned ruefully. “Seeing as there’s no cock here—unless you can convince one of those male fairies to join us? No?—and you are quite beautiful as well. As long as you don’t think this makes us a couple, I would like to get this leg healed up.”

“Deal,” Shelly told her. “Now scoot over here to the edge. That’s good. Just lie back and let me take care of you first.”

As Jessica followed Shelly’s directions, Lyden’s daughter moved between the other’s legs, careful of the damaged calf. Jessica’s crotch was well trimmed, a small patch of black hair in the shape of a small heart sat a couple inches above the moist cleft.

Shelly knew what she liked to have done to her, and slowly licked her way up one smooth thigh, until she got to the outer labia. She used her teeth, and gently nibbled on the soft flesh. Shelly slipped her tongue out and tasted her for the first time. With the tip of her tongue, she started at the bottom of the slit and teased her way up to the top, stopping short of the sensitive nub. She returned to the bottom and repeated the process, applying a bit more pressure. She still avoided the clit, and did it again. After a couple minutes of slowly applying more pressure, Shelly felt Jessica’s fingers dig into her hair, as she forced her mouth against the woman’s slit. Shelly knew this was the moment to strike.

She sucked hard on Jessica’s clitoris, flicking her tongue across it and was rewarded a moment later as her chin was soaked and Jessica cried out in passion. Sensation returned to the dead nerve endings in Shelly’s back. At first she felt pain as everything came alive, but that soon subsided and everything felt normal again.

She backed away from the other woman, a smile on her face. As she moved, she noticed that Jessica’s leg was healed as well. Shelly stared at it, uncomprehending. Despite Jessica claiming she wasn’t a succubus, she still had some doubts. But in order for a succubus to be healed or to gain energy, they have to get someone else off. It doesn’t work if only they reach an orgasm. That was part of the reason she’d wanted to please Jessica first. If she was a succubus, it would have become apparent, but that didn’t happen. Now she was even more confused than she had been before.

“How?” Shelly asked, unsure how to phrase the question.

“I told you, I can heal through sex,” Jessica told her.

“Yes, but I figured it was like—“ she paused for a moment. She didn’t want to piss the woman off by calling her a succubus again. “Like how it worked for my dad. He healed others when he got off, but that didn’t heal him. He had to get his partner off to heal himself.” Talking about her father like that made her uncomfortable, but she didn’t know how else to bring it up and not piss off Jessica.

“I’m not sure,” Jessica replied. “That’s just the way it’s always worked for me. If either my partner or I reach orgasm, we both recover. Of course, I don’t often get injured, and I’m not a slut, so I don’t have a lot of experience with it.”

“I’m not going to complain,” Shelly said, knowing her next words would sound like she was, “but couldn’t you have just masturbated and healed yourself?”

“Ha! I wish!” Jessica laughed. “If that worked, I’d spend all day, every day, locked up in a room and never come out. I can’t get myself off. Doesn’t matter how hard I try, or how horny I get, I can’t do it by myself.”

“That has to suck!” Shelly felt for her. Shelly wasn’t one to be horny all the time like her brother seemed to be, but there were times when she needed a little satisfaction. She knew she was attractive, but she didn’t chase after any boyfriends or girlfriends. Her life was too hectic to put someone else through that.

“I know you probably don’t want to hear this, but I haven’t had an orgasm for quite some time. I was already getting a bit desperate when I saw your brother fighting those ogres. Then we were interrupted before he could return the favor to me that night.” Jessica sighed with a satisfied grin. “You’re quite talented, too. I haven’t cum that hard in a long time!”

Shelly didn’t want to think about what Jessica and her brother had been doing. She still felt good about the compliment. She was also soaking wet between her legs, not counting the water she was in.

“I’m glad I could help,” Shelly said. She was beginning to wonder if she was going to have to finish herself off. Jessica seemed perfectly happy to bask in the aftereffects of her own climax.

“Help?” Jessica asked. “Oh, you more than helped! But now I think it’s your turn.” Jessica slid over on the rocky outcrop she was sitting on, and patted next to her. “I can’t wait to get a taste of you and see if I can make you feel half as good as you made me feel.”

Shelly couldn’t help but blush at all the compliments she was getting. Jessica was a knockout, and had one of the best bodies she’d ever seen, especially with her dark coloring. Shelly knew she was hot, but felt a bit intimidated by Jessica. Except that she kept complimenting Shelly.

With a glow in her cheeks, Shelly pulled herself out of the water. Before she could get comfortable, Jessica grabbed her and pulled her in for a kiss. Caught by surprise and pulled off balance, Shelly fell on top of Jessica. She recovered in no time, and returned the kiss. Their tongues met, and then curved around each other as Shelly felt Jessica release her head with one hand, only to grope her right breast a moment later. Shelly enjoyed having her chest played with, especially the sensitive nipples. She moaned as Jessica’s thumb rubbed circles around the areola.

She had to break the kiss to gasp for air. Jessica used that moment to kiss along her cheek, down her jaw, tickle across her neck and to her chest. Jessica nudged her body slightly, and Shelly rolled onto her back. The dark skinned woman’s lips never left Shelly’s goose-bump flecked skin, and as she got comfortable, another moan escaped her as Jessica’s tongue twirled around her left nipple. She almost had a small orgasm when she felt teeth brush against the nub at the tip of her breast.

“You like when I play with your breasts, don’t you?” Jessica asked her.

“Yes,” Shelly gasped. She could feel her juices leaking out of her and running down her crack. Jessica had let go of her right breast and Shelly could feel her fingers tracing up her inner thigh.

“Mmm, I like it too. You have great tits. But there’s somewhere else I think you want my mouth.” As she spoke, she placed her open hand against Shelly’s soaked pussy, making her shudder with desire. “Mmm, I can’t wait to taste you. You’re already so wet.”

“Yes,” Shelly moaned again as she felt a finger brush up against her hole. That finger pulled away too soon. She arched her back to bring it closer, but Jessica wasn’t done teasing her.

Jessica’s body moved down, trailing kisses in her wake, until Shelly could feel the woman’s hot breath on her ready hole. She gasped when she felt a tongue run between her inner and outer labia. She moaned when that same tongue toyed around the edges of her leaking hole. And she cried out in ecstasy when Jessica finally stuck her tongue all the way inside her. Even though the object was small, it felt wonderful as Jessica lapped at her pussy.

Shelly grabbed onto her nipples, pinching and rolling the sensitive nubs between her fingers and arching her back again.

“You have the best looking and tasting pussy I’ve ever had,” Jessica said.

Before Shelly could respond, Jessica dropped her head back down. Instead of going for her slit again, she attacked Shelly’s sensitive clit, while slipping two fingers inside.

Shelly’s stomach leapt into her throat as her whole body convulsed. Every inch of her being was filled to overflowing with pure bliss. Jessica kept working on her, but Shelly lost all track of anything other than the pleasure radiating through her body.

When she finally came down from her peak, it took her a moment to catch her breath.

“I didn’t know you were a squirter,” Jessica said. Shelly flushed red as she looked at her lover’s dripping face. She tried to stammer an apology, but Jessica cut her off. “Thank you. I quite enjoyed that!”

This time it was Shelly that pulled Jessica into a kiss. She had no words to say to the other woman, and let actions speak for themselves as those perfect mammaries filled her hands. It would be a while before they left the spring. The watching fairies didn’t mind.

Especially one in particular.

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Alicia is eager to fist her big sister’s pussy know that Zoey has joined the harem!

Incestuous Harem
Chapter Thirteen: Fisting Big Sis
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Vicky Samuels

“Movie time!” giggled my daughter Lee, her small tits bouncing as she plopped herself on Zoey’s lap. My eldest niece, twenty, had a flush face from being finally fucked by Clint. She hugged my daughter, adjusting nicely to our new family dynamic.

Clint had replaced his father as the man of the house. I missed Clinton, but it was nice to have a strong man to serve again. My sister, Cheryl, was happy after six months of grief. Losing our Master and her husband had hit her hard. She loved Clinton more than I did. They had a close relationship, and I was fortunate to be a part of it.

“Come wrap those lush tits about my cock, Aunt Slut,” Clint said, sitting beside Zoey on the couch, his dick thrusting hard before him. He had already recovered from unloading in his older sister’s cunt. The nineteen-year-old was a hunk, quickly turning into the man his father was. Strong, muscular, dominant. Dark hair, chiseled chin, commanding eyes.

“Yes, Master,” I purred, cupping my big tits. They were almost as big as my sister’s and the same size as Zoey’s. My finger dug into my soft, pillowy mounds.

My sister, Cheryl, took Clint’s right side, pulling Pam down on her lap as I walked to her son. Pam, who was on the debate team I coached at the college I taught, shivered. She was an Asian hottie, nineteen with tits as big as my daughter Melody’s. They were round, a pale-olive color, her nipples dark brown. Slanted eyes fluttered as Cheryl’s hands went around her waist. Like his father, Clint had a thing for Asian girls. My sister and I used to compete to bring him the sexiest, Asian girls to fuck. Especially if they were Japanese, Chinese, or Korean.

And since I was a teacher, I had access to sexy, nubile girls, grooming them like I groomed Pam for Clint. So I usually won. Like I had today.

I fell to my knees before Clint, the video playing behind me. The sound was echoey, recorded in the girl’s locker room by Alicia. She captured my youngest daughter Lee shaving her pussy and then masturbating to an orgasm on Clint’s orders. Already, the surrounding girls watching Lee in the video were whispering and saying nasty things about my daughter. The real Lee squirmed with delight, getting off on humiliation and shame.

“Mmm, you love my big tits, Sir?” I asked, wrapping my soft mounds about his hard, thick dick, my nipples rubbing on his firm stomach.

“Yes, I do,” Clint said. He glanced at Pam, his new girlfriend since he couldn’t openly date anyone in the family, and grinned. “She was a wonderful gift.”

“I knew you would love her, Sir,” I moaned, sliding my tits up and down his dick, feeling him throb between my pillowy mounds. Precum leaked out the tip, staining the slopes of my breasts.

I shivered in delight and flicked the tip.

“I promised you a reward,” Clint groaned, shifting, his eyes locked on the TV behind him.

“Jesus, she’s really shaving her bush,” a girl said, hardly more than a whisper through the surround sound system’s speakers. “Your cousin is a freak.”

“I know,” Alicia giggled from the speakers.

“Yes, she is,” the real Alicia said, squirming on Melody’s lap. The pair cuddled on the recliner, Alicia looking even younger than eighteen with her budding breasts and pigtails. Especially compared to the ripe flesh of my nineteen-year-old daughter.

“You are a freak, Lee,” Clint groaned. “Never change. I love humiliating you.”

“Thank you, Master,” Lee moaned.

“Jesus,” Zoey said. “You really shaved your twat before your PE class.”

“And masturbated.” My youngest daughter had such a throaty purr to her voice, squirming more on Zoey’s lap.

She was a daughter after my own heart. Her sister, Melody, had more of her father’s domination in her.

Shivering at how naughty my daughters were, I swirled my tongue around the crown of Clint’s dick when it appeared from between my tits, gathering his salty precum. He groaned, running a hand through my black hair, tightening.

“What do you want for your reward, Aunt Slut?”

My pussy clenched at my nephew’s words. “Today, I bought a vibrator.”

“You have lots of those,” Cheryl said.

“This one is special,” I moaned. “It’s remotely controlled by an app. If you have it installed on your phone, you can turn the vibrator on and off and control its speed.”

Clint smiled. “And you want to wear it in that slutty cunt of yours and have me give you a thrill at school.”

“Yes,” she moaned. “Maybe I’ll be in the middle of a lesson and it’ll buzz on. And I can’t let my students know. Oh, please, Sir, that’s the reward I want.”

“You are such a slut, Mom,” laughed Melody.

“She is, big sis,” Alicia said.

“Done,” Clint groaned. “Work those tits, Aunt Slut. I’m going to cum all over your face.”

“Yes,” I moaned, my pussy clenching. Heat throbbed from my nipples, sliding up and down his rippling abs, down to my cunt. Juices trickled down my thighs.

I worked my tits faster, his precum lubing the way. I spat a few times, slicking my tits. He groaned, leaning back, watching the screen. Lee moaned, masturbating now while the girls insulted her, calling her such filthy, disgusting names.

Just hearing it sent a surge of maternal pride through me. Lee endured all those words to please her Master. She was such a good slut. I wanted to hug her right now, but my tits were occupied. After I came, then I would tell her how much I love her.

Damn, I was such a perverted mother and a cool aunt.

“Mmm, so my son popped this cherry today,” Cheryl purred.

Pam gasped as my sister’s fingers entered the girl’s pussy. “Yes, Mrs. Elliston.”

“Call me Mommy-slut. Since you’re dating my big, strong son.” The wet sound of her fingers penetrating Pam’s deflowered cunt sent a wave of heat through me.

“And tomorrow, he’s going to meet your mother?”

“Yes, Mrs…Mommy-slut.” Pam squirmed, her tits jiggling. “She’s interviewing him, Melody, and Lee to work at her drugstore.”

My tits slid up and down Clint’s cock, my tongue flailing across his dick’s tip every chance I could. He groaned, his eyes flicking from the screen to his girlfriend squirming in his mom’s embrace. Pam’s face twisted as Cheryl fingered her.

“And you know Clint loves Asian women.” Cheryl licked Pam’s ear. “Is your mother as sexy as you?”

“She’s beautiful.”

“He’s going to want to fuck her. My big, strong son will want to ram his dick into your mother’s cunt. Are you going to help him?”

“I…I…” Pam shuddered. She glanced at Clint, her eyes glossy. “Yes, Mommy-slut. I’ll help him. My mother is so beautiful. Refined and mature. So graceful.”

“Shit,” grunted Clint, his dick throbbing. He reached out, took Pam’s hand, squeezing it.

I sucked on the tip of his dick for a heartbeat.

“And what about your father?” moaned Cheryl. “Is he going to be a problem? Does he work at the drugstore, too?”

“Father’s…not around…” Pam moaned. “Just…me and Mom… Oh, my god! I…I…”

Pam’s tits bounced as her orgasm exploded through her. She arched her head back, leaning on my sister’s shoulder. Her face scrunched, eyes squeezed shut, as her orgasm burst through her body, her legs swinging.

“I’ll help my boyfriend fuck my mom!” Pam screamed. “And my girlfriend, too!”

“And me?” Lee asked.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Pam gasped, body bucking.

“Shit,” Clint groaned again. And then his dick erupted.

Cum fountained up from my tits and splattered across my face. Hot, thick, incestuous cum coated me. I shivered, my nephew’s dick throbbing each time the jizz surged through his cock to explode into my face. I loved it, mouth open, catching the salty treat. I savored his creamy spunk, so happy I could please my Master.

The last few spurts landed on my tits, rolling about my pillowy flesh. Lines ran to my fingers cupping my breasts. I worked my boobs up his cock one final time, squeezing out a few dribbles of jizz as I rose. I shivered, cum trickling down my cheeks and forehead.

“Lee,” I said, her past self moaning from the TV as she came before her classmates, “I am so proud of you.”

“You are, Mom?” she blinked as I moved to her.

“You obeyed your Master and let your entire school know that you are a nasty slut. God, I love you.”

Tears beaded the corners of my youngest daughter’s eyes. I reached down, hugging her naked, eighteen-year-old body. Her small tits pressed into my cum-stained breasts as I gave her a hard, salty kiss on the mouth. She clung to me, tears falling down her cheeks as our kiss grew hot and naughty, the most unmotherly kiss possible.

My pussy clenched. I was so hot right now. I loved this family.

“Now we get to watch Pam give her first blowjob,” Melody said. “Eager to see it, cupcake?”

Alicia nodded, pigtails bouncing.

I broke the kiss with my daughter. “I know I am. I was wet all day just knowing she sucked your cock like I asked, Sir.”

“It really helped with my confidence,” Pam said, her breasts rising as she came down from her orgasmic high. “Thank you.”

I smiled at her. “You’re welcome, sweetie. It’s my job to coach my debate students and see that they improve. That’s what a good teacher does.”

“And a slutty teacher seduces her students and gives them to her master,” my sister smiled, her bleached-blonde hair framing her gorgeous face.

I grinned back at her as a line a cum ran down past my nose and reached my lips.

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Alicia Elliston

“I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow,” Clint said, holding Pam. Melody was with him, the pair embracing their girlfriend as they stood in the doorway of the house, the front door opened, the chill, autumn air flowing in.

“Bright and early,” Pam promised and then the three shared a kiss.

“Want to sleep with me tonight, big sis?” I asked, turning away from the trio and bouncing before Zoey as she stretched on the couch. I pushed up my glasses. “Please, please, please.”

Zoey stared at me. “God, you are so young looking.”

“I’m eighteen,” I said. “I’m a big girl. Clint’s fucked my cunny. He popped my cherry, put it in my butt, and everything.”

“You are growing up so fast, munchkin.” Zoey looked up and down. “Okay. You can sleep with me tonight.”

“Yay!” I beamed. “Let’s hurry and brush our teeth and get ready for bed. There’s something I want to try out with you.”

“Oh,” Zoey asked me, arching an eyebrow, her brassy hair swaying about her face as I pulled her to her feet.

“Yep,” I said, leading her. I was so short. Zoey had a head or more on me, and those tits… They were just huge. We were sisters, and my tits would never come close to being as big as hers. Even Lee had some tits, little handfuls. I just had budding mounds, hardly more then bumps topped by my small nipples.

So not fair.

But Clint loved how girlish they made me look. I was his cute, little sister. And that made me happy. So maybe it was good I didn’t have big boobies like Zoey and Mom.

We passed the three-way kiss on the way to the stairs. Pam broke away, giving Clint and Melody a quick wave as she headed out the front door to go home. Then Mom and Aunt Vicky grabbed Clint, both grinning, eager to sleep with him tonight, leaving Melody and Lee to share a bed.

I giggled.

“What?” Zoey asked, a suspicion on her face. She even looked soooo adult, so mature.

“It’s a sister night!” I said. “All the sisters are sharing a bed.”

“I guess so,” Zoey said, glancing back at our mom and aunt surrounding our brother. “So Mom and Aunt Vicky really were fucking Dad all these years?”

“They were his sex slaves,” I nodded. “Mom brought Aunt Vicky into Dad’s bed when Mom was nineteen and Aunt Vicky eighteen. He popped her cherry while Mom licked her clit.”

“Jesus, I had no idea.” Zoey frowned. “So why wouldn’t Dad sleep with me? He clearly had no problem with incest.”

I blinked in shock.

“Your father wanted Clint to have a harem of his sexy sisters,” Mom answered as she climbed the stair behind us.

“See,” I said. “It’s all working out.”

“Except…” Zoey sighed.

So did I. “Well, yeah, I mean, I wish Dad was still with us. But I know he’s happy. Clint’s stepping up. He’s the best big brother you could want.”

“Only he’s my little brother, munchkin,” Zoey said and ruffled my hair. “Come on, let’s get ready for bed.”

I hurried through brushing my teeth and combing out my hair after undoing my pigtails. I took off my makeup, Zoey working beside me. She had far more makeup to remove. I kept mine light, just little bits here and there to keep me looking young and girlish. Mom had showed me a few ways to do it yesterday.

“So, whose bed?” Zoey asked.

“Mine,” I grinned.

“With all those stuffed animals?” Zoey shook her head, a fond smile on her lips. “Okay. I don’t think I’ve been in your room in a year or more. It’s good to see you out of it.”

I nodded my head and we hurried to my room. Already, I could hear our mom and aunt moaning as Clint enjoyed their bodies down the hall. My cunny gave a wet itch as Zoey and I entered my room. I closed the door behind us, cutting off most of the sounds.

Zoey flopped down on my bed, her big tits bouncing. A few of my stuffed animals, piled on the edge of my bed where it butted into the wall, shifted. Zoey wiggled, one arm bent over her head, the other stroking at her stomach, drawing lazy patterns. She was so sleek and beautiful, with her big tits and long legs.

“So, what did you want to try?” she asked, eyes lidded with lust.

I beamed at her and jumped on the bed, landing between her legs. My brown hair danced about my shoulders as I turned to face her pussy. She was shaved with a tattoo of a unicorn on her pubic mound. It looked like it was galloping past her pussy.

I stroked the unicorn, petting her mane. “Is this why Stefani calls you Yunie all the time.”

“Sort of. She called me that long before I got the tattoo.”

I frowned. “You call her Dandi. Is that short for dandelion?”

She nodded.

“So does she have a dandelion tattooed right here?” I leaned over and kissed her pubic mound above her clit, shuddering at the naughty thrill so close to my big sister’s pussy.

“Yes.” Zoey squirmed.

“And do you kiss it?” I placed another smack, a little lower, moving towards her clit.

“Every chance I get.”

“Mmm, I bet.” I kissed lower, my sister shivering as I reached the top folds of her pussy. A tart musk brushed my lips. A hot thrill went through me, and I kissed lower, nuzzling right on her clit.

“Alicia! Oh, god, I’m really about to have sex with my eighteen-year-old sister.”

“Yep,” I said and nuzzled lower, her folds hot and wet on my lips.

My tongue slid out through my big sister’s folds, gathering her tart cream. I groaned, wiggling my hips. My nipples and clit both throbbed with the taboo excitement of what I was doing. I felt so wonderfully naughty as my tongue slid through her folds. She was the last member of the family for me to play around with.

I pushed my tongue in deep, using everything I had learned from Mom and Melody about pussy licking. Zoey groaned, her big, soft tits arching as her hips undulated. I could hear the pleasure in her voice. A surge of pride shot through me.

My big sister, a lesbian for two years, received pleasure from me. Me!

I slipped a single finger into her pussy, feeling how wet and silky she was. I reached into my sister’s depths, wiggling around as my tongue swirled around her clit. Her tits bounced as she reached over her head, squirming.

“Alicia,” she gasped. “Oh, damn, munchkin, how do you…? Jesus, where did you learn this?”

“Mom and Melody,” I grinned. “The family’s been having fun since Saturday. You’re soooo late to the party, big sis.”

“I guess so,” she groaned.

I slid a second finger into her pussy. She grew tighter as I slid in and out, reaming her. I made her squirm and groan, her eyes fluttering as her boobs jiggled. She grabbed one, squeezing hard as she humped against my plunging fingers.

Then I added a third finger. She grew tight, her flesh stretching around my digits. My tongue fluttered about her clit, savoring her tart juices and the moans she made. Her ass lifted from the bed. I had to move my head to keep pleasuring her, my fingers plunging in and out faster and faster.

“Oh, you little munchkin, yes,” Zoey moaned, the bed springs creaking.

Fluffy Snake fell off the top, a long, sinuous, pink plushy. It fell across my sister’s tits as she squirmed and writhed. She grabbed it, rubbing it on her nipples as her eyes rolled back into her head, my fingers reaching so deep into her. Juices leaked out, spilling down her ass to my bedspread, making a wet spot.

“Finger my cunt, baby sister. Yes, yes, yes!”

My eyes widened. “Yes, I’m your baby sister, big sis,” I moaned. “Oh, I am. I’m such a good baby sister. I want to please you.”

I sucked hard on her clit and shoved a fourth finger into her hot, tight pussy.

“Oh, you’re doing that,” Zoey gasped, writhing and humping hard. “Holy shit, you are. Jesus, that’s good. Oh, my god, Alicia. Four fingers! You are wild. Yes, yes, yes, ram them into me! I’m going to cum so hard on my baby sister’s fingers.”

I shuddered, sucking hard on her clit, pleasure racing through my body. My own juices dripped out of my shaved-bald cunny. They ran down my thighs as I wiggled my hips. My nipples tingled. I shoved my free hand between my thighs and rubbed on my tight slit, smearing my cream around and sending hot flutters through my body.

I plunged my fingers over and over into my cunny’s depths, so eager for my cum. I had wanted to do this ever since I read about it Sunday morning while Clint and Melody slept in. My eyes had widened so much when I came across the term.

And I knew I had to do it on Zoey first.

“You naughty munchkin,” my sister moaned as my fingers moved in her pussy, curling, forming a fist. “Oh, god, what are you doing?”

“Fisting you!” I said with glee, my hand balled up. And then I punched it deep into her pussy.
The hot, tight walls of her cunny engulfed my hand past my wrist. Her eyes widened. Her pussy lips were spread so wide around my wrist, clinging to them. Her stomach actually bulged out a bit. She shivered, her big tits thrashing.

“Holy shit!” Zoey’s eyes were wide. “Holy fucking shit, Alicia! Where…! Oh, fuck! I…! Oh, god, where did you…learn this? Fuck!”

Her pussy spasmed hard about my fist as I drew it back and punched it in, sliding through her cunt. She bucked and moaned, her tits slapping into each other. She clenched down on Fluffy Snake, his tail flying through the air as her body thrashed.

She came so hard. Her juices squirted out and around my fist, bathing my face, splashing my glasses. The world grew blurry as I licked around my fist, punching it over and over into her pussy. I loved how she squirmed. How she moaned. I loved the way she bucked and gasped and squirmed.

“Do you love it, big sis?” I asked.

“I absolutely do, “she howled. “Oh, my god, Alicia. Keep doing it. Oh, yes, I keep… Fuck!”

Her pussy spasmed harder about my fist as I plunged it over and over into her. I licked my lips, savoring her tart cream as I made my big sis thrash on the bed. More and more of my stuffed animals fell down, spilling upon us. Mr. Turtle landed on her belly, and Teddy fell against my ass, almost hugging me like he wanted to fuck me from behind.

I shoved two fingers into my tight cunny, frigging them in and out as fast as I could as I kept fisting my big sis. I made her howl and thrash and cum. I gave her such pleasure. My pussy clenched on my digits, the excitement building in me.

“I’m so glad,” I panted, savoring my sister’s flesh spasming on my fist. Clint must love it when we cum on his cock. Zoey’s flesh felt amazing. “I was so hoping you would love it.”

“Where the fuck did you even learn this?” Zoey groaned, undulating. “Jesus, I thought you were so innocent.”

“The internet,” I grinned, my body shivering. “I… Yes!”

My orgasm shivered through me. Not as powerful as Zoey’s, but it still felt wonderful as the pleasure rushed through me. It washed across my body and had me shivering and gasping in delight. My eyes rolled back into my head as my hips wiggled. I jammed my fist deep into Zoey’s pussy.

She bucked a final time and then collapsed on my bed, hugging Mr. Turtle to her belly. Her eyes fluttered. I moaned and gasped, my orgasm burning hot through me. It crested in my mind, carrying me to new heights.

And then retreated. With a sigh, I pulled my fist out. Her juices coated my hand and wrist. Even my forearm was stained with her cream. I pulled off my glasses, wiping them on my comforter. Zoey became a big, fuzzy blur to me, so soft and inviting.

“You naughty munchkin,” she moaned, pulling me to her.

I set my glasses on the nightstand and cuddled up to her big breasts. I rubbed my cream covered hand on her boobs then buried my face between them. They were so soft. She stroked my hair, her breathing slowing.

“Thank you,” she groaned. “I loved it.”

“So did I,” I smiled. “Mmm, do you think Mom would love it if I fisted her?”

“Fuck yeah, she would, munchkin.”

“Good,” I said, feeling suddenly so sleepy. My eyes closed. “Night, big sis.”

“Night,” she groaned.

“Love you…” I murmured as sleep dragged me down into wonderful dreams.

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Melody Samuels/strong>

“I want you licking my asshole, slut,” I moaned, kneeling naked on my bed. Lee and I were the only ones in our house next door to Clint’s and his family. “And finger my pussy. Make me cum, you little whore. Watching you shave your disgusting twat and masturbating like a degenerate made me so hot.”

My younger sister nodded, the pixyish bob of short, black hair swaying about her cute face. “Instead of fingering you, Mistress, why don’t I fuck you with this?”

Lee whipped a dildo out from behind her back. It was thick and fleshy colored, wiggling rubbery in her hand. She gripped it by a set of balls, the tip painted red. I blinked in shock, my pussy clenching as my sister sauntered to me.

“Where did you get that?” I gasped.

“I stole it from Melody’s room.” Lee’s grin only grew. “Oops, guess I was bad.”

“You are such a brat, Lee.” My shaved pussy wept juices, trickles running down my thigh. “If I wasn’t so damned horny, I would spank your ass. Fuck me with that right now! I need to cum!”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Lee threw herself onto my bed. The springs creaked as she bounced on her knees behind me. She brought the thick tip to my pussy and rammed it in. I groaned, my cunt spreading around the fleshy toy. It was almost as big as Clint’s dick.

Almost.

I shivered, my head tossing back. My blonde hair fell loose about my head. I had undone my braid before kneeling on the bed. My pussy clenched on the girth as Lee drew it back and plunged it in with her exuberance.

Her face nuzzled between the cheeks of my asshole. Her tongue licked and swirled at my sphincter while she fucked that delightful dildo in and out of my pussy. I shivered, wiggling my hips, loving her rimming tongue. The pleasure swelled through me.

“Oh, yes, you nasty slut,” I moaned. “Fuck that big, thick toy in and out of me. Oh, fuck, yes! I love it! And jam that tongue in me. I know you love it, you filthy, anal-licking dyke.”

Lee shoved her tongue into my asshole, swirling around, savoring my sour hole. She plunged the dildo faster and faster. The delight her tongue stirred through my bowels rippled to my pussy. The plunging dildo churned me to a froth, my pussy clenching on the toy. I loved it burying over and over into me.

I shuddered, humping back into it, savoring the delicious thrill of the toy reaming my pussy while her tongue fucked my asshole. She was such an obedient girl now, not the brat who had driven me nuts most of my life.

“Yes, yes, yes, you love licking my ass. You are that filthy. Just a pervert. A nasty, ass-licking degenerate. Oh, I should have you do this before the entire school. Let them all see how much you love tonguing a girl’s ass.”

Lee shivered, moaning into my ass. Her tongue swirled and lapped at my sphincter. The pleasure built in me. Every stroke of the dildo, caress of her tongue, and word from my mouth brought me closer and closer to exploding.

Juice poured down my thighs. My fingers dug into my purple bedspread, my asshole clenching on her tongue. The dildo rammed so deep into me, caressing all the wonderful spots in my pussy. And Lee shoved it in and out so hard.

“Oh, yes, you nasty ass-licker. I’m going to cum. Mmm, you’re going to make your sister cum, you perverted dyke.”

“So perverted,” Lee moaned between licks. “I’m just a piece of filth.”

“You are!” I screamed and came on the dildo. “So nasty! You made me cum! You’re a sister-licking, pussy-eating, ass-devouring whore!”

The pleasure burned through my body. It left me quivering and shaking. My eyes rolled back into my head. I shuddered, falling down onto my pillows. The huge dildo slid out of my pussy with a wet plop, leaving me empty. Lee gasped. I glanced at her, my little sister’s breast bouncing as she reamed the dildo in and out of her cunt.

“Brat,” I panted. “Did I say you could cum?”

“No, Mistress,” she moaned, fucking herself. “And I haven’t. But can I? Can my disgusting, filthy, nasty pussy cum? The toy is covered in your juices. They’re freshening up my pussy, making my nasty cunt better.”

I smiled at that. “Sure, you can cum, whore.”

“Thank you, Mistress!”

Lee howled as I hugged my pillow, sleep falling down hard on me. Such a long day. I closed my eyes, the bed rocking as she squirmed and gasped. Then she collapsed beside me. She hugged my body, snuggling close to her.

“Love you, you nasty filth,” I purred.

“Love you, Mistress,” she said, sounding so happy. My little sister was fucked up, and I loved it.

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Cheryl Elliston

My body rocked. Heat burned through me. I shivered, my eyes fluttering open, a strong body pressed behind me, arms holding me. A hard dick thrust into the depths of my pussy, fingers rolling my nipples, a masculine grunt sighing in my ear.

The red digits of the clock read 2:38 AM.

“Clinton,” I moaned, smiling as I felt my husband and master…

No, it was Clint fucking me. I had fallen asleep with him and my sister, the pair of us pleasuring our master and each other until we collapsed in a heap just like we used to with Clinton.

“Mom,” Clint groaned, “almost done. You can go back to sleep soon.”

“It’s okay, Sir,” I smiled, savoring the pleasure of his dick sliding through my pussy. “Mommy-slut’s big, strong son was horny. He needs to drain his balls so he can sleep. Mmm, just pound your Mommy-slut and dump your cum in her cunt.”

“Mom,” he groaned, the bed rocking harder.

My sister rolled over, pressing her pillowy tits into me. Her eyes flicked open. She let out a dreamy sigh, snuggling to me. Our breasts pressed together, nipples rubbing and sliding around each other as my body rocked, Clint’s thrusts growing harder and harder.

My pussy clenched down on my son’s big cock. I loved being his Mommy-slut. I felt alive again, the ashes that had suffused my world after Clinton’s death blown away by my son’s dominating lusts. I let out a mewing sigh, his groin smacking into my plump ass, balls slapping the back of my thighs.

“Mom,” he grunted again, loving the pussy that had birthed him. He came from my hole. And I loved it when he returned, filling me up with that big, thick dick. I created the cock that fucked me. I raised him into a big, strong son, and now he pounded my cunt so hard.

“Yes,” I moaned, rubbing my cheek into my sister’s face. Her hands stroked my sides, sending ripples down to my pussy. I clenched down on Clint’s dick. “Fuck your Mommy-slut’s pussy. Dump all your cum in me so you can sleep. Mommy-slut’s big boy needs to be well rested to fuck Pam’s mother tomorrow.”

“Shit,” he groaned, thrusts growing hard, powerful, his crotch slapping my ass. “You are such a naughty slut, Mom.”

“Uh-huh,” I gasped, clenching my pussy down on his cock. “Fuck the cunt that birthed you. Mmm, fuck your Mommy-slut’s cunt until you cum.”

The bed creaked and the headboard smacked the wall as he drove his cock hard into me. Our flesh slapped together. The force pressed me hard against my sister’s lush body. I held her, savoring her body against mine as the pleasure built and built in me. Ripples of delight shot through me, making me tremble.

His hands squeezed my tits, my flesh spilling around his fingers and pushing my boobs against my sister’s pillowy mounds. I gasped, eyes rolling back into my head. He was so good. So amazing. My big, strong son fucked me so hard.

“May your Mommy-slut cum, Sir?” I asked, his dick sliding along the top of my pussy’s tunnel, nudging my G-spot every time. Hot flutters shot through me. “Mommy-slut wants to cum on her big, strong son’s cock. Mmm, yes! Your Mommy-slut gave birth to this cock! Please, let your Mommy-slut cum on it.”

“Fuck, yes, Mom,” he groaned, driving deep into my pussy and erupted.

Incestuous cum flooded through me. Would this be the load that impregnated me? Would my son breed me tonight? Or was I already pregnant? How would we pay for it? Money was already growing tight. Clint would get a part time job, but how much would that bring. Zoey’s helped, but what she made working at Dairy Queen wasn’t much.

“Damn, Mom,” he groaned as his cum spurted. “Damn, I need that.”

“Mmm, that’s what your Mommy-slut is for,” I moaned, my concerns about money outweighed by the pleasure bursting through me. My pussy spasmed on my son’s cock, milking out more and more of his jizz into my depths. I gasped, bucking, shuddering against my sister. “To dump your cum in when you’re too horny to sleep.”

“Naughty whore,” he whispered sleepily.

“Such a naughty whore,” I moaned, the pleasure bathing my mind.

Clint drew back one final time and thrust in again. He groaned, sighing, his cum filling my pussy, his dick softening in my depths. In moments, the soft snores came from him, asleep already, his lusts satiated once again.

I smiled, shivering, loving being full of his cock and cum. I held my sister and fell asleep in my son’s strong arms. I knew we would figure it all out somehow.

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Clint Elliston

I felt like a million bucks when I woke up Tuesday morning, my piss-hard dick filling Mom’s pussy. I had a huge day ahead of me. I would play with Aunt Chery’s naughty toy, and then I had my job interview with Pam’s mom. I hadn’t even thought of fucking her, but then hearing Mom talk about it last night as she fingered Pam had sent me over the edge. I came so hard on Aunt Vicky’s tits.

I couldn’t wait.

And I had other naughty ideas, too. It was time to give Stefani, my big sister’s best friend and lover, a treat. According to Zoey, Stefani thought I was cute and was eager to be fucked by me. I wanted to see Stefani lick my cum out of my big sister’s snatch so badly.

And I knew just how I could.

I met Melody and Lee in the bathroom. The pair had slept next door at their house, sharing a bed. I bet they were pretty naughty. Aunt Vicky joined us, a big smile on her face as she fell down before me and sucked my piss-hard cock into her mouth. Lee buried her face into Melody’s pussy.

“Morning,” I grinned at Melody, the first of my women. I loved her and Alicia like lovers. And Pam.

“Perv,” she grinned back. “Just eager to piss down your Aunt’s throat.”

“Yep,” I groaned and unleashed the flood.

It was so hot to piss into a woman’s mouth. Aunt Vicky’s eyes burned and smoldered as my piss splashed against her throat. She swallowed it, my dick tingling as I emptied my full bladder into her. I groaned, squeezing Melody’s hand while she pissed into Lee’s mouth, grinding her hot pussy onto her little sister’s flesh.

“That’s it, you nasty slut,” moaned Melody. “Just drink it all down. You fucking whore.”

“God, I love you,” I groaned to my half-sister as Aunt Vicky sucked out the last drops of piss.

She winked at me.

Done pissing, we slipped into the showers. We didn’t fuck, there wasn’t time because other people had to shower. While the hot water heaters were good in the house, they weren’t inexhaustible. But as we soaped our bodies, I told her about my naughty idea for Zoey and Stefani.

“Ooh, you just want to get her in on the fun right away,” Melody groaned, her blonde hair matted to her shoulders. She was the only natural blonde in the family—Mom’s came out of a bottle. “Mmm, Stefani’s cute. I love her red hair. And then tonight… Pam’s mom.” Melody shivered. “Please, please say we’re going to try to seduce her.”

“Absolutely,” I said. “She’s a hot, Asian MILF. I just don’t know if I want Pam to lick her mother’s pussy before or after I’ve fucked it.”

“Jesus, that’s a dilemma,” she agreed. “Mmm, watching mother and daughter have sex before hand will be so hot, a way to really get us excited, but then to see Pam lick out your cum would be even more exciting.”

“Yes.”

“So, you know there’s an easy solution, but, as usual, you are too thick to see it. Have her do both.”

I smacked my half-sister’s wet ass hard. She gasped, jumping. I gave her a hard look. “Don’t forget that you’re still <em>my</em> queen.”

“I know,” she beamed, rubbing her ass. “Mmm, my big, strong king. I love you despite your shortcomings.”

“You are lucky I love you, or I would spank your ass so hard,” I told her. Then, as she turned to wash her tits off, I spanked her hard again, a loud crack that echoed through the bathroom.

“Clint,” she moaned, jumping. She liked it when I reminded her where the line was in her teasing. I think she toed it just to make sure I was still her strong, dominating lover.

Shower done, we cleared out so Aunt Vicky and Lee could take theirs. I toweled off and went to get dress while Melody had to work on her makeup. She was a tomboy, but she wore some amount of makeup. And she had to dry her hair and braid it.

I changed then hopped on the internet. I check out a few sites to see if any weird videos or posts were put on the internet—and there was. I laughed at an idiot trying to high dive into the portable pool in his backyard and instead belly flopped, water splashing over the side. I glanced at the clock, sighed, and headed downstairs. In the kitchen and was greeted with a sight I loved.

My older sister bent over as she dug around in the refrigerator. She wore a skirt today, but it was so short, it had ridden over her ass. Bright-red tights clad her ass beneath it. They molded to her rear and pussy mound. I groaned, shivering in delight at those two plump lips perfectly outlined by the fabric.
Delicious cameltoe. My dick swelled hard again.

“Did you wait until I came downstairs to bend over and greet me like this?” I asked.

“Yes,” she purred, wiggling her hips. “You always like staring at me when I dig in the refrigerator. I always found it amusing the way you panted after me like an annoying dog.”

“And now?”

“Now it makes me so hot,” she groaned, wiggling more. “Oh, my god, I’m getting so wet.”

“Bend over the counter,” I told her. “I need my big sister’s pussy. I want to send you to school with a load of my cum buried in your twat.”

“Oh, my god,” Zoey groaned. “Little brother, you are such a perv.”

“You’ve been talking to Melody?”

“Maybe.” Zoey straightened, her large tits bouncing in the top she wore, jiggling with every motion. Her nipples were hard, tenting the front. It was clear she had no bra on. She sauntered to the island and bent over it, wiggling her hips.

“Morning,” Mom said as she strolled in. “Who wants pancakes?”

“Sounds great,” I grinned.

“Just fruit for me,” Zoey moaned. “Need to watch my figure.”

“Trust me, it’s perfect,” I said, pulling down her tights and unveiling a blue thong, the fabric vanished between her plump pussy lips and buried between her butt-cheeks.

I pushed it to the side, pulling it out from between her pussy lips in the process. She was juicy, the thong soaked. I unzipped and dug out my cock, rubbing it against my big sister’s pussy. She shivered as Mom busied herself whipping up pancake batter like it was the most normal thing in the world having her two children fuck while she made breakfast.

“Fuck,” Zoey gasped as I rammed into her. “Ooh, you are big, Clint. I love it.”

“Yes, he is,” Mom nodded, whisking away at the pancake mix.

“And you are tight,” I groaned, savoring my sister’s hot flesh engulfing my cock.

Other members of the family filed in, saying “Morning” as I reamed Zoey’s cunt. Melody winked at me then grabbed a banana. She unpeeled it, sliding it into her mouth, her eyes twinkling at me as I plowed our big sister’s cunt.

My dick ached and throbbed as Melody’s lips sealed over the banana. She worked it in and out of her lips, hips wiggling, teasing me. I groaned, slamming harder and faster into Zoey’s cunt, my balls thwacking into her clit.

“Oh, you are a perv, too, Melody,” Zoey groaned. “Just like our little brother.”

Melody pulled out the banana, leaving it coated in her saliva. “I forget he is my little brother.”

“By a month,” I groaned, Zoey’s pussy heaven on my dick. The tight, silky friction sent heat down to my balls, my cum simmering, approaching a full boil.

“Still older,” she said then thrust the banana at Lee. “Shove that in your cunt, slut. I want cream with my banana.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Lee moaned, lifting up her short skirt and pushing panties to the side.

“Fuck,” I muttered, watching my younger half-sister slide the banana into her freshly shaved cunt. She was so bare. I loved it. Her back arched, a whimper escaped her lips, and then she pulled it out, handing it gleaming to Melody.

I almost came watching Melody bite into the banana coated with Lee’s pussy juices. A shiver ran through her, hips swaying in the tight jeans she wore. My balls boiled. I was so close to cumming. I hammered my older sister’s pussy, driving my cock in so deep, feeling her clench down on me.

A moan rose from Zoey’s mouth as she watched Melody chew and savor the banana. Ecstasy crossed my half-sister’s face. Her eyes squeezed shut. My balls thwacked over and over, echoing through the kitchen as I pounded my older sister.

“Shit, you are such a perv, Melody,” Zoey moaned.

“Mmm, I am.” She moved closer. “Didn’t you want fruit for breakfast?”

Melody held the banana to Zoey’s lips. My big sister’s pussy clenched down hard on my cock as she took a bite, moaning her enjoyment. The friction burned down my shaft, my balls tightening. I was so close to cumming. On the verge of erupting.

Then Melody brought the banana, half eaten, to my lips. I took a big bite, teeth sinking through it. I savored the mix of tangy pussy and sweet fruit. My dick slammed into my sister’s pussy. My balls tightened. My cum exploded into Zoey’s cunt.

I groaned as I chewed the banana. Cumming and trying to swallow at the same time were difficult. My head snapped back. The pleasure boiled through me as I savored the hot thrill cumming in one sister’s cunt while savoring the taste of another’s snatch.

“Do you love it, Master?” Lee asked, bouncing beside Melody. “Does my pussy taste great on it?”

“Amazing,” I groaned, burying my cock into Zoey, leaning over her. “Fuck, that was good.”

“The banana or Zoey’s twat?” Melody asked, a smile on her lips.

“Both,” I panted.

“Yes,” Zoey moaned in agreement, “Oh, god, Lee, that was great. Shove another banana in your twat. I’m still hungry.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Lee said, grabbing and peeling the fruit.

“And you,” I said, leaning over Zoey. “I have something for you to do at school. It’s time for you to make a movie.”

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Zoey Elliston

“Hey,” Stefani said, hopping into my car parked in her family’s driveway, a big grin on her face. “Oh, my god, so you fucked your little brother.”

“Twice,” I grinned, waving to Stefani’s dad as he headed to the family minivan in his suit, all ready for work.

“This morning?” Stefani asked also waving to her dad. He was a portly man, not at all sexy like Clint. No wonder Stefani had the hots for my little brother—she had no hunky man of the house to pine after.

“His cum is still in me,” I grinned at Stefani. “And when we get to school, we’re going to make a little movie.”

“What kind?” she asked.

“You licking all his cum out of me.”

“Holy shit!” squealed Stefani and then she hugged me. “Let’s get to school!”

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

Vicky Samuels

I strolled through the halls of the college where I taught, wearing a tight skirt and low-cut blouse, the vibrator seated in the depths of my pussy, held in place by my panties. Students nodded to me, some murmuring, “Morning, Ms. Samuels.”

“Morning,” I would smile back, the boys ogling my tits. I was a popular teacher.

The vibrator hummed to life. My eyes widened as a surge of lust shot through me. And then it died down almost immediately. I groaned, my nephew giving me a quick reminder that he had control over my pussy today.

Mmm, it was going to be a great day.

To be continued…

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Twin daughters have their eyes, and lust, at their father.

The Mind Control Device Short

Twin Daughters’ Daddy Time

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2020

Note: Thanks to WRC264 for beta reading this!

At the park, a pair of barely legal twins fell under Dean Michael’s device during his testing.

They shouldn’t have remembered anything from their time under his control. All the commands should have been purged from their minds.

Instead, they found themselves lusting for each other. Debra and Denise Carter had fallen into lesbian twincest. They had spent the night making love, eating the other’s pussy, and reveling in their newfound passion.

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Debra Carter – One Day After Activation

Sucking on my twin sister’s cunt as she sucked on mine was the best.

Denise lay atop me, her round breasts rubbing into my stomach, her nipples hard. My own nubs tingled against her belly. Her silky hair spilled over my thighs as she nuzzled her face into my trimmed bush to eat my pussy.

I did the same to her. My hands grabbed her rump as I delved my lips into the brassy-brown curls of her bush. Her sweet musk filled my nose. My fingers dug into her rump as I thrust my tongue out and slid it across her pussy, gathering up her sweet juices.

What a wonderful way to spend a Sunday afternoon.

My fingers kneaded at my sister’s rump as we devoured each other. Our tongues started out in sync, licking up each other’s slit from taint to clit in the same moment. It was incredible, almost like I was licking myself.

Well, we were twins. So it was like licking myself. I had the same pussy. The same sweet cream and silky bush. We were identical. The same person split into two bodies. We loved each other with a passion.

“Yes, yes, yes,” we moaned together between licks, my bed creaking. We shared a bedroom. It was the perfect place for us to get naughty.

“Debra!” Denise groaned.

“Yummy Denise!” I whimpered back and fluttered my tongue up her slit, my toes curling from the pleasure.

Our licking was getting more and more out of sync, though. As the delight rippled through my pussy from licking my twin, my tongue moved with more erratic flicks. Hers caressed over my folds. She brushed my clit. That sent a naughty burst of bliss through me. I groaned, my body shaking as she licked at me. Her tongue caressed over my pussy lips, teasing me.

It was incredible to feel. A naughty sensation to experience. Her tongue thrust into my cunt. She thrust her tongue into my depths and danced it around inside of me. I groaned as I squirmed on her, the pleasure rushed through my body.

I loved it.

I savored every moment of her naughty tongue licking and lapping and swirling around in me. The pleasure was amazing. An intense bliss that swept through my body. My toes curled. I groaned as I thrust my tongue into her cunt.

Her sweet juices soaked my taste buds.

The taste of my twin sister’s cunt suffused my mouth.

My fingers kneaded her rump. I clenched and dug them into her hot flesh. I was so glad that we had started making love yesterday. That after going to the park, something had changed between us. This wonderful realization that incest was not only okay, but amazing.

Delicious.

Something every pair of twin sisters should explore.

My fingers slid into her butt-crack. I slid my digits up her rump and found her asshole. I swirled around her naughty sphincter as her tongue fucked in and out of my pussy. She thrust her appendage in deep and hard into my cunt, dancing it around before she pulled out and did it again.

Neither of us could remember how we broke our hymens, but I was glad that mine was gone so she could jam that tongue into my depths. It was incredible to feel her swirling it around in me. It was amazing. An outstanding thing to experience. It was just the best.

I trembled beneath her, my finger caressing her asshole as she did such naughty things to me. My cunt loved every second of it.

She fucked her tongue in deep and fast. She caressed around in me. It was fantastic. I loved every second of it. I savored every last moment of her plunging her tongue into my cunt as I thrust my finger into her asshole.

“Debra!” she gasped as my digit sank into her backdoor. “Ooh, you naughty sister!”

“So naughty,” I said and then thrust my tongue into her pussy, soaking my taste buds in her sweet juices.

“Take this!”

Her hand slid up my inner thigh, her asshole clenching on my digit. She slid her fingers through my curls and found my juicy pussy lips. I gasped as she thrust a pair of digits into my cunt. I groaned and clenched down on them. Two dainty and naughty fingers reamed me out.

Then her mouth sealed on my clit. She sucked.

I bucked beneath her, a shudder of pleasure rushing through my body. My bud throbbed between her lips. My pussy clenched down on her fingers thrusting in and out of my cunt. I whimpered into her twat. She squirmed atop me as she did it, her silky bush rubbing on my mouth and lips, tickling me.

I pumped my digit in and out of her asshole faster and faster. I reamed her naughty backdoor and plundered her cunt. My orgasm swelled as she nursed on my bud, moaning about my throbbing clit. I groaned, too, shuddering beneath her.

We moaned. Groaned. Whimpered.

We loved each other the way only twin sisters could.

It was amazing. Fantastic. Incest was the best.

I fucked my tongue in and out of her forbidden cunt. I rammed my digit to the hilt in her velvety bowels. Her hot flesh clung to me while she churned my cunt up with her finger. She stirred that honey pot up to a froth while dancing her tongue around my clit.

I couldn’t take much more of this. The bed creaked beneath us. The heat built and built in my cunt. That swelling ache to climax shuddered through me. I groaned at the heat that built and built in me. It swelled me towards an orgasm.

I would explode. Burst with rapture.

I groaned and sucked with hunger on her clit. I nursed on her with all my might. It was fantastic. It was amazing to enjoy. I loved every second of it. I savored every last moment of that naughty delight building me towards my orgasm. I jammed my finger deep into my sister’s asshole. I danced my tongue around in her cunt.

“Yes!” she gasped and sucked hard on my clit.

Her juices gushed out.

I gasped as my twin came first. Her sweet cream bathed my mouth and lips. I groaned and gulped it down. I licked and lapped up her cream. I savored every moment of it. I loved every last second of her juices gushing out of her. They were amazing to drink. Just a wonderful experience to gulp down.

She squealed around my clit. Her passion buzzed around my bud. It drank in the delight. I burst in rapture.

I came, too.

“Debra!” she moaned between licks of my cream flooding out of my spasming pussy around her digits.

“Denise!” I gasped.

The pleasure rushed out of my pussy, my flesh convulsing around her fingers. She ripped them out and sealed her lips around my pussy hole. We drank each other’s orgasmic delight. I groaned beneath her, my nipples throbbing and aching as the bliss rushed through me.

I loved the incestuous passion flooding through my body. It surged into my mind, a fantastic bliss. Amazing rapture. I groaned, drinking down all her sweet passion. I swallowed every drop while she lapped up mine. I gulped it down with such hunger.

I bucked and squirmed beneath her. I savored every last second of her cumming and gushing juices into my mouth while I did the same to hers. Denise moaned, her asshole writhing around my digit. We bucked and moaned and climaxed together.

I hit that wonderful peak. I hovered there, floating on—

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

Both my sister and I squeaked in fright at the sudden rapping on our bedroom door. Denise flew off of me, ripping my digit out of her asshole as we stared at our door in fright. The room was warm and stuffy, reeking of incestuous musk. The forbidden aroma of lesbian twincest brimmed in the air.

“You have chores to do, girls!” Mom shouted at us. “Flower beds to weed. You can’t just hang out in there all day.”

“We’ll get right on it, Mom!” Denise squeaked.

“Yeah!” I gasped and then rolled off the bed. If Mom burst in and found us naked and sweaty. I threw myself at my sister’s bed thinking I could get beneath the covers.

“Right now, girls,” Mom said. “I mean it.”

“We will!” I gasped, struggling to pull blankets from the bed.

But Mom didn’t come in at all. She just walked off. I shuddered as I heard her footsteps retreating. I groaned and fell down on my sister’s bed. I stared up at the ceiling, my round tits rising and falling. I licked my lips, soaked in sweet pussy juices.

“Oh, my god, she almost caught us,” Denise moaned.

“Yeah,” I groaned. Then I shuddered. “Weeding? Fuck.”

“Right?” she said. “Fuck.”

I nodded. Mom would be on us to get it done. She would badger and badger and badger us until we went out there and did it. I sighed and sat up, my round tits heaving. My sister did the same, her brassy-brown hair falling about her face, her round tits firm and perky. We had the same body. Mostly. I had a scar on my leg, real faint, that my sister didn’t have, and she had a little mole on her hip I lacked.

Just superficial stuff. Our soul was the same. We were united in passion.

We both grabbed the same outfit. It wasn’t like we ever planned to, we just often did. We were so close that our personalities could blend together. We went with tight shorts that made our butts look amazing and then tank tops pulled over our round breasts. We weren’t wearing any bra or panties. We tied back our brassy hair with scrunchies, pink for me and purple for her, and then we headed out of the room.

We washed our faces off in the bathroom, and I sucked the sour taste of my sister’s asshole off my digit, before we headed downstairs. Mom was puttering around cleaning while the lawnmower growled to life in the backyard.

My sister and I slid open the glass door and stepped onto the back patio. Dad was wearing a pair of jean cutoffs and a wife beater that clung to his physique. I bit my lip. I knew Daddy had muscles—he worked out—but I had never realized just how sexy they were. My cunt clenched. This wave of heat rushed through me.

“Oh, my god,” my sister groaned. “Please, please tell me I’m not the only one getting wet.”

“Dripping here,” I said, watching Dad pass us. He glanced at us and smiled, oblivious to how hard my nipples were poking at my tank top.

“Mmm, he’s sexy,” Denise added. She grabbed my hand, squeezing tight. Those were the fingers that had just been in my pussy. That made this even hotter somehow.

“We should seduce him,” I said.

“Right?” My twin glanced at me. “Incest is so hot.”

“Yes, it is.”

I glanced around. Daddy was moving parallel to the house as he worked his way back and forth. I glanced around and spotted the perfect flower bed. I nudged my sister. “Let’s start weeding there.”

“Weeding,” my sister groaned. Then she glanced at me. “What is going through that pervy brain, Debra?”

I winked at her. “You should be able to figure it out,” I said as Daddy moved the lawnmower away from it. “You’re my twin. I’m counting on you.”

“Oh, oh!” she squealed in delight, drawing Daddy’s gaze. He’d heard her over the loud rumble of the lawnmower. “You’re right.”

I grinned as we hurried to grab supplies out of the shed, weeding gloves and a bucket, then we rushed to the flower bed. It was a collection of daffodils and tulips with a rose bush to anchor one end. We knelt down and aimed our tight shorts right at Daddy. When he had to march back across the backyard, he’d be greeted by two naughty rumps clad in skin-tight shorts.

We both bent over far as we could, making sure our rumps were nice and up in the air as we half-heartily weeded. I could hear the lawnmower growing louder and louder. I shuddered and put a wiggle to my hips.

Was he looking at us?

The lawnmower grew louder and louder. He was right behind us. Was he staring at our rumps? I threw a quick look and his eyes were ahead. Was he onto us or just watching what he was doing? I couldn’t tell. I bent over lower, really thrusting my butt up and out at him.

I wiggled my hips as I did it, brushing against my sister’s. My cunt grew so hot and juicy. The lawnmower froze for a moment behind us. I felt like Daddy was admiring a gorgeous view. I hoped he was.

Then the lawnmower turned and the roar dwindled as he moved away.

“Did he like it?” Denise asked.

“I don’t know,” I said. I gave her a quick kiss on the lips. “But he’ll have to do a few more passes. Scoot down the line. We need to be right before him again.”

“Right,” she said.

We moved down, the beauty bark digging into my knees. We ripped up weeds as Daddy reached the fence and made the return journey. Then the wiggling began again. He had to be staring at our teenage asses. What man could resist two sexy butts before him waving back and forth?

His daughters’ butts. His twin daughters’ butts. That had to turn him on, right?

Incest was so sexy. So amazing. That thought had been rattling in my mind since the park yesterday. What if Daddy didn’t know that? My sister and I would have to teach him. Show him how amazing it was.

The lawnmower roared closer and closer. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. I was so juicy. Was there a dark spot in my shorts right on my pussy. I wished I were shaved so I could have a nice cameltoe. These shorts were that tight. They rode into my butt-crack. I didn’t adjust them. I just pretended to work.

He was right on us. I could feel his eyes on our butts. He had to be lusting after us. I whimpered, wanting to masturbate right now. I felt the lawnmower behind us. The power of it. The scent of gasoline and cut grass washed over me.

I shuddered, wiggling my rump.

Then Daddy turned away again.

“Oh, my god,” my sister groaned. “This is so hot. I’m so fucking wet, Debra.”

“I’m soaking my shorts,” I moaned and then we scooted down again, lining up for his next approach.

It was so sexy every time he came back towards us. We had three more times to tease him. Three more times to feel him getting closer and closer and closer to us. Our butts wiggled, our faces hot in the warm sun. I felt a bead of my pussy juices trickling down my thighs. That was how wet I was.

I wanted Daddy to fall to his knees and rip down my shorts. To ram his cock into my pussy. Right here. In the open. I didn’t care about anything else. I bit my lip. I groaned, the rapture surging through my body.

It was incredible.

A heat that would have me exploding in ecstasy. My pussy clenched, the heat rushing through my body. I wanted to masturbate. To just rub at my cunt through my shorts right as he advanced on us. He would just rip his cock out and fuck our pussies.

It would be so amazing. He would have me screaming and gasping and cumming so hard on his big dick. It would be so much better than my sister’s digits. His dick had made us in Mommy’s womb. It would be so hot for him to be in our wombs.

Making babies in us.

Then the lawnmower died.

“No,” I groaned, ripping up a weed in frustration. Dirt fell from its roots. I shoved it into the bucket. “Don’t stop.”

“Come fuck us, Daddy!” moaned my twin sister softly.

“We’re ripe and ready!” I whimpered.

But he was pulling off the bag to dump the grass in the mulch pile in the corner behind the little fence. I shuddered and tore out another weed. He wheeled the lawnmower into the shed and then headed inside without even a word.

Not even a, “Looking good,” compliment or, “Love seeing you girls weeding.” Something that could hint we had turned him on. Even, “Hot day, isn’t it?” would have been something. My pussy clenched.

I growled. We had more weeding to do.

My sister and I were savage with the darned things. We were balls of frustrated lusts, forbidden passions needing an outlet. We ripped. Tore. Destroyed. Weeds hurtled into the bucket as we moved our away around the yard. I grew dirtier and sweatier, but the lusts didn’t dwindle.

We had to do more.

An hour later, the weeding was done, and we dumped the bucket onto the mulch pile and headed inside. We rushed upstairs, grabbed clean shorts and tank tops, then hopped into the shower together. That wasn’t unusual for us. We hopped into the stream.

Had each other cumming on the other’s fingers in a minute flat.

We kissed and squealed our orgasmic delight as our cunts spasmed around our digits. The warm water fell on us, washing away the dirt and sweat as we reveled in our depraved lust for each other. I shuddered, savoring every moment of it.

“We have to do better,” I said. “We need to get him hard for us.”

“Right,” she said and pulled away. “Sunday night football’s back on. He’s going to be watching the game after dinner.”

“And Mom’s going to want her ‘me time,’” I said, smiling.

We whispered our plan and slipped out of the shower, both of us buzzing with excitement.

It was Sunday, so dinner was a simple affair of sandwiches and mac ‘n cheese. We scarfed it down. The game was starting up. Daddy sank into his throne, the recliner, to watch it. He kicked it out, wearing a pair of loose shorts and a t-shirt. He looked so sexy with his black hair cut short and his chiseled chin with a shadow of whiskers.

“Daddy!” my sister and I squealed and both of us flounced onto him.

He grunted. “Debra! Denise! What!”

“We want to watch the game with you,” we said, squirming on his lap and leaning back against his chest.

“I think you can do that from the couch,” he groaned as we squirmed our teenage asses against his crotch.

“But it’s more fun with you,” I said.

“You can tell us about the game,” she said. “Who’s playing?”

“The Atlanta Falcons and the San Francisco 49ers,” he said, groaning as we squirmed on him.

“Who are we rooting for?” I asked, grinding my rump into his crotch. I felt something swelling on the edge of my butt.

“Er, the Falcons,” he said. “Can’t root for the 49ers, can we?”

“Nope,” I said. I had no idea why. But if that’s what Daddy wanted, that’s what we would do. “Which team’s the Falcon?”

He groaned as I stared at the TV. The players were lining up for kickoff. My hand slid down between my sister and me to land on his crotch. Her hand joined me. Daddy gasped as he felt where our hands were resting.

“This really isn’t comfortable for me,” Daddy groaned. “Girls, you’re too old for this.”

“Oh, Daddy, we’re not too old to be your little girls,” Denise said.

“We’ll always be your little girls, Daddy,” I cooed, squeezing his cock.

He groaned as I did that. His dick pulsed through his shorts. I loved the feel of him. He let out a strangled moan as I kept massaging him. He was so hard for us. This was so wild. My sister’s hand joined me, feeling his length.

“You girls…” His words trailed off as Mom entered the living room.

“What are you two girls up to?” she asked, suspicion in her eyes.

“Watching the game with Daddy,” I said.

“Yep,” my sister said.

Daddy had gone completely still, his cock pulsing in my hand as Mom shook her head. “You’re going to crush him. You’re not kids any longer.”

“Daddy’s strong enough,” my sister said.

“Yep!”

“Well, I’m going to enjoy my ‘me time,’ so try not to be too loud.” She headed for the stairs, shaking her head.

“Me time,” was Mom’s code for relaxing in the bath, drinking chardonnay, and reading trashy romance novels. Maybe she also masturbated; I didn’t know. She did it most nights. She would go to bed right after.

So it was time.

The moment the doors closed upstairs, my sister and I sprang into our attack. We both turned around and knelt on Daddy’s lap. He stared at us with this look of fright on his face. He knew what we were up to, and it scared him. We were his daughters. He shouldn’t be afraid of us.

“Girls!” he gasped as we popped off our tank tops and threw them to the ground. Our identical pairs of teenage titties heaved before him.

His jaw dropped.

“Girls!” he spluttered, staring at our breasts.

“Not so loud, Daddy,” I cooed, my hand shooting down to his shorts. “We can’t interrupt Mom’s ‘me time.’”

“Nope,” Denise added, her hands joining mine.

“What are you doing?” he spluttered, lowering his voice. “Jesus, you’re going to get me sent to jail.”

“We’d never send you to jail, Daddy,” I purred. I thrust my hand into his shorts and boxers, Denise following after.

His eyes bulged as we grabbed his cock directly. “You might not, but your mother will. Christ, what has gotten into you girls.”

“Hopefully, your dick, Daddy” Denise said as we pulled him out.

I groaned at the sight of Daddy’s cock. It was big and thick, throbbing in our hands. We had him wrapped up, his pink crown thrusting out above my grip. I grinned at it, licking my lips in hunger. The chair creaked as Daddy folded the recliner, shifting us around.

“You have to stop this,” he panted. “What is wrong with you girls? Don’t you know what you’re doing?”

“Giving you a blowjob, Daddy,” Denise moaned.

“Yep!” Together, we slipped off his lap and knelt before him, stroking him. Our boobs pressed into his shorts. My nipples throbbed. “Your twin daughters are going to suck your dick.”

“You’re our first, so we hope we’ll do a good job!” I added.

“Girls!” he growled as we leaned in.

“Shhh, Daddy, don’t get us caught.” I leaned in and licked at the side his cock.

My sister lapped at the other side. Daddy groaned, a strangled sound as our tongues lapped around the crown of his dick. It felt incredible to do. It was an amazing delight to run our tongues around his cock. He gripped the armrest, a look of petrified fear on his face. I knew this was all so new for him, but he needed to relax.

Good thing we had our mouths to help him.

Upstairs, the water ran. Mom was filling up her bath. We had plenty of time to enjoy our daddy. His chair creaked as we ran our tongue over his cock. Our lips brushed. And then we were kissing each other. Our lips danced.

“Jesus,” breathed Daddy, his cock throbbing in our hands. He wiped at his face with his own. “Jesus, girls… You’re kissing.”

I broke the kiss. “We do a lot more than kissing.”

Denise nodded. “Like sucking our daddy’s cock.”

She ducked her head down and sucked his tip into her mouth. I gasped in shock as she nursed on him. Her cheeks hollowed. This heat rushed through my body. I squirmed, staring in awe at my twin sister blowing our daddy.

I was so envious of her. She was nursing on him. Loving him. That must be so amazing. My pussy clenched, this heat building and building in me. I squirmed there, my pussy on fire as she bobbed her head, working her lips up and down his thick shaft.

“Oh, my god,” he groaned. His eyes flicked upward. “Oh, my sweet god, you girls are going to get me killed. Your mother’s going to shoot me.”

“Only if we get caught,” I said. I nuzzled in. “Denise, let me suck.”

She moaned and then popped her mouth off, drool running down her chin. “Blow him. It’s amazing. His precum tasted soooooo good. I love it.”

I grinned and sucked Daddy’s cock into my mouth. I nursed on him. He growled, his hands grabbing the armrest. His chair creaked. I loved the sounds he made through his clenched teeth. His spongy crown felt so wonderful on the roof of my mouth and my tongue. I swirled around him.

A salty flavor spread through my mouth. That had to be his precum. I shuddered and nursed on him. I suckled on him with such hunger. It was a wicked and naughty thing to do. My cunt clenched, the heat rushing through my body. It was such a hot delight to enjoy.

My hips wiggled back and forth as I blew him. I sucked on him. He groaned. His cock throbbed in my mouth. His precum spilled over my tongue. My hand gripped his cock, bumping into my sister’s as we stroked him.

“That’s it, Daddy,” cooed Denise. “That’s you’re sexy daughter sucking on your dick. Isn’t it hot, Daddy?”

He nodded, his face twisting in rapture.

“Yeah, it’s hot,” she continued. “Mmm, you’re going to cum, Daddy.”

“Yes,” he panted. “If you girls keep doing that… Shit.”

I shuddered and sucked harder. Denise nuzzled into my ear. Her tongue licked around it. I shuddered at the touch. Daddy groaned, clearly loving the display. My nipples throbbed as they rubbed into his shorts.

I slid my mouth off and Denise ducked in to suck on his cock. She nursed on him, her brassy hair swaying. I smiled and grabbed her rump. I squeezed her with my free hand, kneading her as she blew our daddy.

His face twisted in pleasure. He groaned, surrendering to the bliss that we were giving him. I loved it. My twin sister bobbed her head. She sucked with such hunger on his dick. Then she popped her mouth off and handed me his cock.

We loved sharing.

I sucked and slurped on Daddy’s cock, loving the taste of his precum. He groaned, his face twisting in rapture. The pleasure was something incredible to see. This amazing delight that would burst out of him.

It would be the best.

We passed him back and forth. Sucking. Nursing. Teasing him. His chair creaked. The bath stopped filling above. Mom would be in there relaxing. I shuddered, sucking hard on my Daddy’s cock. I nursed on him with such hunger. I sucked and slurped and loved him with all my might. Then I let my sister pleasure him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Daddy groaned. “Girls… Girls, I’m going to cum. You have to stop. This is going too far.”

My sister popped her mouth off his cock. “Not far enough!”

“We want you, Daddy!” I moaned, fisting his dick and pressing my face close to my twin sister’s.

“Your cum!”

“Your babies!”

“What?” he gasped, his eyes bulging.

“Breed us, Daddy!” my twin sister and I said at the same time, our hands pumping up and down his shaft.

Daddy erupted.

The cum raced up his cock, I felt it pulsing against my hand and exploded out of his dick. It splashed across our faces. This hot and delicious treat that splattered over us both. It was incredible to feel. He painted our features in his spunk.

I thrust out my tongue. I groaned at the jizz that splashed on it. The salty flavor was intense. It soaked across my taste buds. It was an amazing and naughty thing to experience. Outstanding bliss to experience.

“Fuck!” he groaned as he pumped more and more cum out.

“Daddy!” Denise moaned.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped, feeling his seed coating my face. It ran down my features. More reached my lips.

My tongue swiped out and licked up the wonderful delight.

His chair creaked as he fired the last of his cum out. It coated our faces. He drenched us in his passion. It was amazing to experience. It dripped over us. I loved every moment of it. My body trembled, the heat rushing through my flesh. My cunt clenched, blazing with my fires.

“Holy shit,” Daddy groaned, his jizz running over the back of my hand. A water stream of milky delight.

My sister and I turned to face each other. She looked so sexy dripping in his cum. It ran down her face. It beaded in her eyebrows. With a moan, we attacked each other. Our tongues licked and lapped up the cum.

The flavor of his salty spunk melted through my mouth. It was an addicting taste, like Denise’s sweet pussy. Our tongues slid over the other’s cheeks. Foreheads. Chin. We lapped at the bridges of the other’s noses. We cleaned each other up.

And we shared it.

Our lips met in jizzy kisses. We traded Daddy’s forbidden spunk back and forth, my fertile pussy growing hotter and hotter. I wanted his dick in me. Fucking me. It would be incredible. He could ram that hard cock into me. He could fuck me so hard. I would have a huge orgasm on his dick. It would be amazing.

I wanted that so much. I ached for it. I groaned as we traded spunk with sloppy kisses, our tongues dancing and swirling. We swapped it back and forth as Daddy groaned. He watched us, his cock twitching in our hands.

He had started to go soft, but he was getting hard again.

“Jesus,” he breathed as our tongues danced. “You… that’s… Jesus.”

A pleased rushed shot through me. I was so glad to turn Daddy on. That made my cunt clench. This wicked heat rushed through my body. I shuddered, needing to feel his cock in me. My first cock. I wiggled my hips back and forth, loving every moment of this. It would be incredible.

I wanted Daddy to fuck me. I wanted him to pound me. But I knew Denise wanted it, too. So we had a plan. We had worked it out. This was so important. It had to be perfect. Our naughty shower gave us time to figure it all out.

“We want you to be our first man, Daddy,” I said, standing up, my breast jiggling.

Denise rose up a moment later. “Yes, yes, we want you to be the first cock into our pussies. You have to fuck us.”

“Girls,” he groaned, his eyes flicking up. “Your mother…”

“Is enjoying her ‘me time.’” I smiled at him. “What about your ‘me time’? Don’t you want to experience it right now?”

“In our pussies?” Denise added.

Together, we unsnapped our shorts and wiggled them off. Surprise, surprise, we “forgot” our panties again. His eyes fell on our brown bushes dripping with our juices. I was so wet. So horny. We wiggled out of our shorts and then stepped out of them. Naked, we put our arms around the other and snuggled up close. My right boob nuzzled into the side of her left.

“Don’t you want to enjoy your ‘me time’ with us, Daddy?” Denise purred.

“In us, Daddy?” I added.

He growled and rose. His hands grabbed my right boob and my sister’s left, pushing our tits together. Our nipples brushed. He ducked his head down and sucked on both our nubs. I gasped at how amazing that felt. My cunt clenched, the heat rushing through me.

He suckled on them both. He nursed, his tongue sliding around her nubs. It was such an amazing thing to feel. To experience. I glanced at my sister. Her brown eyes smoldered as Daddy suckled on both our nipples together.

Our hands slid down to the other’s ass, giving each other a squeeze. Then I licked up a line of cum I’d missed on her cheek. I savored that salty flavor melting across my taste buds as I enjoyed this wicked moment.

It felt so wonderful. I glanced at my sister. She nodded at me, whimpering as she enjoyed what Daddy was doing to us. It felt so incredible. Just a delicious treat. I groaned as my nipple throbbed in his mouth.

Then he popped his mouth off our nubs and straightened. His chest rose and fell in his t-shirt. HE stared at us. There was such lust in his eyes. Mom was upstairs reading her trashy romance novels while Daddy was staring at us.

“I know,” I cooed. “You want us.”

“Yes,” he growled, his hands balling into fists. “Look at you two. Lord, you two are gorgeous. So perfect. So ripe.”

My sister and I both giggled in delight. We preened, our hips wiggling back and forth, rubbing our sides together. Boobs jiggled as we did, Daddy’s eyes locked on our swaying breasts. My pussy clenched. The heat swelled in me.

“You have to fuck us both, Daddy,” I said.

“At the same time,” Denise added.

“How?” Daddy panted, his cock so hard again. “I only have the one dick.”

“We figured it out,” my twin sister said. She threw her naked body on the couch. Then I straddled her. She had her rump right on the edge and I placed my pussy right over hers. They were only inches apart.

I pressed my boobs into my sister’s and purred, “See, Daddy, you can go back and forth between us.”

“Damn,” he groaned. “Where did you come up with this?”

“In the shower,” I said. “We hope it’ll work.”

“I’ll make it work,” Daddy growled as he moved up behind us. I shuddered, feeling him right there, his cock poised to ram into us. I stared into my sister’s eyes. “Oh, yes, I’ll make this work. Damn.”

Daddy rammed into my pussy first. I gasped, my breasts pressing into Denise’s boobies. The couch creaked as he slammed his cock into my pussy. It worked out just like we had planned. His cock rammed so thick and deep into me.

My first cock. I loved it. I loved this amazing dick ramming in my cunt. It was such a thick shaft. I whimpered, squeezing my barely legal twat on his forbidden cock. My daddy’s cock rammed to the hilt in me and pulled back.

“Daddy!” I moaned, squeezing my cunt down around his dick. “Oh, Daddy, yes!”

“Debra!” he groaned, slamming back into me. His crotch smacked my rump. I groaned, my breasts rubbing tighter into Denise’s tits.

Our nipples brushed. I gasped in delight as he pumped away at my pussy. My hunky daddy’s wonderful cock plowed into me again and again. I whimpered, my cunt melting. He was so big. So much thicker than my sister’s fingers.

With a growl, he ripped out of my pussy. I whimpered, missing him being in me. He rammed forward again, but this time he buried into Denise’s pussy. Her brown eyes widened in delight. She groaned as she squirmed beneath me.

“Isn’t it incredible?” I groaned as Daddy fucked my twin.

She nodded. Whimpered.

“So big and thick,” I moaned, leaning my head in. Our boobs pressed tighter as Daddy pounded her, his crotch smacking into my bush.

“Yes!” she gasped.

I kissed my sister. I claimed her lips, still salty with Daddy’s cum. I treasured the taste as Daddy fucked his cock hard and fast into her pussy. She squealed into my mouth, her arms hugging me tight. Her fingernails scratched at my back, sending exciting heat through my body.

Then Daddy ripped his cock out of Denise’s pussy and buried back into mine. I squealed in delight, so glad to be filled again by his big dick. He groaned as he pumped away at me. He slammed his cock hard into my cunt.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned. “Both of you are so tight. Jesus! Debra! Denise!”

I broke the kiss to moan, “Daddy! Daddy! You feel so amazing in me! Keep fucking me!”

“No, no, fuck me, Daddy!” Denise whimpered.

Daddy groaned and ripped his cock out of my pussy. He slammed it back into Denise’s. Rapture crossed her face. I stared into the mirror of my face and smiled. I loved the way that she looked so delicious. I savored how naughty she looked.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned. “That’s it. That’s amazing. Oh, Daddy, yes!”

Then he ripped out of her cunt and slammed back into my teenage twat. I gasped, knowing his dick was covered in my twin’s incestuous juices. He mixed us together. It was such a wild delight. We were sharing our daddy.

Just like we had to share everything.

I pressed my forehead into hers, our noses rubbing together. I whimpered and moaned as Daddy fucked me hard. Fast. He plowed that big dick into my cunt. He slammed to the hilt in me again and again. My cunt clenched tight on his dick.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned, savoring every thrust of his cock into my pussy. The rapture slammed through my body.

Then he ripped out and rammed into Denise’s twat. She squealed. He groaned.

Daddy went back and forth between our pussies. He fucked us hard and fast. He drove that big and thick and wonderful cock into my cunt and then into Denise’s and then he returned back to me. He filled our identical twats with his big dick.

“Daddy! Daddy!” we squealed.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” he growled while the TV thundered with the audience applause, the game forgotten by the rest of us. We had found something Daddy liked more than football.

He pounded us hard. Fast.

He fucked into our cunts and churned us up. I climbed towards my orgasm faster and faster. I kissed my twin sister. I thrust my tongue into her mouth. Our nipples brushed, pleasure bursting between us. It was incredible. Delicious. An absolute delight to experience. We were hurtling closer and closer to cumming on his cock.

It would be amazing. Outstanding.

I groaned, savoring this wicked delight. Forbidden bliss built in me when Daddy hammered my cunt. Then I watched the joy in my twin sister’s eyes as he fucked her pussy. He plowed into her hard and fast. He fucked her with passion. He rammed into her with such hard strokes. It was incredible to experience.

I loved it. Savored it.

He grunted as he fucked us with such passion. He plowed into us with that big dick. When he buried into me for the dozenth or more time, I squealed in delight. My pussy clenched around his cock, drinking in the friction.

I climaxed.

“Daddy!” I squealed my pussy convulsing around his dick. “Oh, Daddy, yes, yes!”

“Shit!” he groaned. “Debra. “You’re… Oh, shit!”

“I am!” I squealed. “Oh, yes, yes, I am. That’s amazing. Oh, Daddy, that’s awesome! Spurt your cum in me. Just flood me with every drop of it.”

He groaned and slammed into my cunt. He buried to the hilt in me with his cock, my cunt writhing around him, sucking at him. The incestuous pleasure rushed through me. I squirmed atop my twin.

Then he ripped out of me and thrust into my sister’s cunt. She gasped. Her eyes burst with pleasure. Then she squealed in delight. I could see the orgasmic pleasure rushing through her mind. It blazed through her eyes. It was such a delicious thing to see bursting in her mind.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes!” she moaned. “Oh, that’s so good. That’s amazing.”

“Denise!” Daddy grunted.

My sister squealed. “Your cum is spurting into me! Daddy!”

“Squirt your cum in me, Daddy!” I moaned, my pussy still rippling.

“Fuck!” He ripped out of my sister. His cum splashed across my pussy lips. I groaned as I felt the jizz soaking through my bush.

Then his spurting cock plowed into my cunt. I felt his jizz erupting into my hot cunt. I came again, another burst of rapture shuddering through me. I groaned, my back arching, grinding my tits into my sister’s breasts as my pussy milked Daddy dry.

“Oh, Daddy, yes!” I moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, that’s so good.”

“So fucking good!” he groaned as my naughty cunt rippled around his cock.

My pleasure hit that wild peak. I floated on the depravity of this moment. I felt his jizz pooling in me. He had fired his cum into us both. My twin sister and I brimmed with his spunk. I shuddered, squirming on her, knowing what it meant.

“Damn,” he panted and pulled out. “Oh, damn, that was good.”

“Uh-huh,” I said. “Mmm, Mom should be finishing up with her bath so…” I glanced at Daddy. “Next time she has her ‘me time,’ are you going to have yours?”

He stared at us. “I’m fucking crazy…” he muttered. “But yes. Yes, I am.”

My sister and I squealed in delight.

I slid off of her and she bounded from the couch. We threw our naked bodies at Daddy, pressing our boobs into his chest. Shame he still had his shirt on. We each kissed him on the lips—I savored the roughness of his whiskers—then we scooped up our clothing and darted up to our bedroom.

We burst inside, threw ourselves on the bed, and snuggled up. My hand went to my sister’s pussy and hers went to mine. We each thrust a finger into the other’s sloppy cunt, delight shining in my twin’s eyes.

“So, we’re bred, right?” she asked.

“If we’re not, we have plenty of ‘me time’ to get it done,” I cooed.

“God, I love you!” we then said together and kissed. Our lips melted together as our pussies soaked in Daddy’s incestuous cum. We had always done everything together. It was only right that we became mothers at the same time, too.

I was so glad that we went to the park yesterday and had our epiphany. I wondered what changed. I almost could picture this guy with glasses and a laptop but…

It fuzzed away as I got lost in kissing my twin sister and reveling in our naughty fun.

The END of this Tale of the Mind Control Device

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Chapter 08

Author’s Note: First off thank you to all the reader who give constructive advice and read my stories. Secondly I know this chapter is shorter then normal but don’t fear Cassie and her mother are important to the story and will have more face time in later chapters. Also I had one pm from someone saying that sex with a fifteen year old was illegal and I was sick. Just for anyone who agrees with said retard, read the story Sar-Rah was born around 900 bc that makes her nearly three thousand years old and let not even get into the part were is NOT human anymore. So I hope you enjoy this chapter as there is more sex in it then the others.

This is the eight Chapter of this series I suggest you read the preceding chapters first! Also this is put under fantasy because it is not real don’t pm me saying this story was fake I never claimed it was reality.

Solomon’s Daughters: Cassie’s and Cindy’s Chapter

The door closed behind them and Megan rushed up the stairs and Liz followed after her. Galina looked around examining his basement and the wolf stayed close to his leg almost pressing against him. Anthony led Galina upstairs and into the kitchen.

“Would you like something to drink,” he asked her.

“What do you have,” she replied.

“We have milk, soda, water, orange juice, apple juice, and sweet tea,” he said looking in the fridge to be sure.

“Is the soda good,” Galina asked him curiously.

“You’ve never had soda before,” he asked and when she shook her head he grabbed the two liter bottle of Pepsi and poured her a glass with ice. He handed it to her and she caustiously brought it to her lips and took a small sip. Her yellow eyes widened at the taste and fizzle of the drink before she took a long pull from the glass.

“That’s really good,” she said after having drained the glass of everything but the ice. He smiled at her and poured her another glass before returning the bottle to the fridge. She took smaller drinks of this glass and she finished just as Sar-Rah walked into the kitchen. Sar-Rah’s hair was sticking up and all mussed up, she was dressed in a pair of his boxers with one of his unaltered shirts on so it looked like she was wearing a tent. It was slid to the side and one of her smooth tanned shoulders was bare to his gaze. He found the sight of her wearing his clothes and all mussed incredibly sexy and his groin began to stir. He gaze was locked on her boxer clad ass as she walked over to Galina and stuck out her hand.

“I’m Sar-Rah nice to meet to,” Sar-Rah said.

“It is my pleasure,” Galina replied shaking her hand. Anthony was completely erect by now and when Sar-Rah turned she found him right behind her staring into her eyes with an intense hungry look that sent a shiver of arousal up her spine. She had told Liz that they would be going to Cassie’s party tonight so she didn’t want to wear him out.

“Not now we have things to do today,” she said putting a hand on his chest over his heart and could feel his racing heart beat under her palm. Anthony reached down around her back and gripped her ass and pulled her tightly against him. They both moaned at the contact and she ground her hips against him once before she remembered to tell him no. He kissed her and set her back on her own feet again and stepped back away from herto try and lessen the temptation to rip her clothes off.

“Your here to see about your new home,” Sar-Rah asked turning back to Galina who nodded.

“Ok lets get this show on the road,” Sar-Rah said and clapped her hands. Her clothes shifted to a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and her hair straightened out and fell in perfect shimmering black waves tipped in red down her back. She moved to the basement door and descended with Galina and Anthony on her heels. She moved over until she was a few feet beside the door leading to the goblin tunnel under the park. She stood ataringat the wall which immediately began to change until a door formed.

“I’ll need to see the plans once we are inside,” Sar-Rah said to Galina who nodded her understanding. Sar-Rah opened the door and motioned them into a small square room before entering and closing the door behind her. Following the plans that Galina handed her she began to move forward. The wall seemed to liquify and evaporate as she moved leaving a perfectly square hallway as she walked. She created three large rooms side by side and made hallways connecting them together then she began to make smaller rooms. She then made a throne room with rooms for Galina. When this was done she led them back to the basement and told Galine to have her engineer decide where the bathrooms and plumbing along with electrical line should be run and she would do that.

“Thank you,” Galina said to Sar-rah.

“Your Welcome,” was the reply.

“I shall go and begin the preparations to move and get the information you require. I will return in a day or two,” Galina said and headed for the door to the goblin tunnels. Anthony stopped her by grabbing her arm and pulling her body up against his. Leaning down he kissed her neing careful of her fangs as she relaxed into him and enjoyed the feel of his mouth on her.

“Goodbye my wife,” he said softly into her mouth.

“Bye,” she said dazedly and headed for the door again. When she was gone and the door was sealed he and Sar-Rah returned upstairs to the kitchen and sat at the table.

“Looks like I finally have a day to relax,” Anthony said leaning back into his chair and noticed a sheepish look on Sar-Rah’s face.

“What is it,” he asked with suspicion.

“I wanted to ask you to go somewhere with me later tonight,” she said.

“Sure no problem. What time?”

“Around seven,” she answered. Anthony looked over at the clock and saw it was only three in the afternoon so he got up and headed for the living room and plopped down, turning on the TV. Sar-Rah joined him and they watched a movie and one short comedy show. At six o’clock Sar-Rah rose and pulled Anthony to his feet.

“Where is Liz,” she asked.

“She probably went to her weekened get together with her friends early while we were with Galina,” he said. She led him to his room and then pushed him into the bathroom to shower. When he finished and walked out of the bathroom naked she was sitting on his bed. The clothes that goblins had given him were washed and laid out for him to put on. He sensed that she wanted him to dress and that she was hising something from him. He dressed and moved over to where she was now standing next to the bed.

“What is it,” he asked her.

“I have no idea what you mean,” she said but wouldn’t meet his eyes. With a sigh he let it go, figuring he would find out soon enough anyway. She led him out of the house and toward the bus stop but instead of stopping to wait for the bus she continued onward down the street. He walked at her side and wondered where they were going as he followed her lead. Soon however he guessed where she was taking him and his face harden as he realized he been suckered into going to Cassie’s house. Sar-Rah saw the realization flicker in his eyes as he guessed where they were heading. She also saw his face go flat and stony in anger when he realized. He said nothing and continued to follow as she moved down the street and up the walkway to Cassie’s house.

“Are you ok,” Sar-Rah asked him.

“I’m fine,” he answered flatly his voice completely nuetral.

Sar-Rah knocked on the door and they waited in an awkward silence for someone to answer. Anthony could hear feminine laughter growing louder as someone approached the door. It was pulled inward and Cassie stood there with a smile on her face that became a look of shock to see Anthony standing on her porch. After a few moments of silence from Cassie as she stared at Anthony, who was trying to keep his eyes from falling to her tight t shirt or her very short shorts, Sar-Rah cleared her throat. This seemed to break Cassie out of her shock and she stepped back to let them in.

“Come in,” she said and after they walked in she closed and locked the door behind them. She walked down the hall with the two of them following behind her. Sar-Rah was eyeing Anthony worriedly as they walked and Anthony had his eyes glued to the floor to keep from ogling Cassie’s butt. Anthony’s gaze rose his his breath caught at the sight of Liz, Cassie, Nina, Sasha, and Cassie’s mother Cindy, all dressed in an outfit close to Cassie’s. Their conversation stopped as they all took in the new arrival, and Anthony got the feeling that he was a steak in front of a pack of wolves as four sets of female eyes examined hiim.

“Hey big brother,” Liz said and all of the other chorused in after.

“Hi,” he said and an uncomfortable silence fell. He fidgeted as Cassie went and joined them on the couches.

“Maybe I should go,” he said after a prolonged and uncomfortable silence and turned to head back down the hall.

“No,” the five women all said at the same time and Sar-Rah latched onto his arm to keep him from exiting the room. Cindy stood and rushed over and grabbed his other arm and the two of them dragged him over to the couch and pushed him down.

“Look, I appriciate you inviting me but I feel very uncomfortable here,” he said and tried to stand but cindy plopped down in his lap while Sar-Rah gripped his shoulder from behins and tried to pin him to the couch.

“I’ll go to my room and you won’t have to see me just please stay,” Cassie said with her head down in shame.

“Why wouldn’t he want to see you,” her mother asked with a confused look on her face. Nina and Sasha both had a mixture of confusion and curiousity on their faces. Cassie shook her head but kept her head lowered, Cindy got up off Anthony’s lap and walked over to her daughter lifting Cassie’s chin until there eyes met. Anthony stirred to readjust his clothing but Cassie who thought he was standing to leave lurched at him and ended up straddling his thighs with her face inches from his. She was crying now as she tried to speak and she clutched at his shoulders.

“Please,” Cassie begged,” I am so, so sorry about what I did. I had called him over to break up with him and when we connected I didn’t even think about him. I just wanted to make you happy and to touch you, I am sorry. I haven’t had a boyfriend since, I sorry please don’t leave. I’ll go to my room and you won’t have to see me, please?”

They all sat in stunned silence as she wept into his chest and kept repeating ‘please don’t leave’ as she cried. Anthony gently stroked her hair but when she didn’t calm down any he grabbed her chin and forced her to look up. When her eyes met his he kissed her, her eyes widened in shock as she tasted him then she kissed him back. She was pulling at his shirt and she unbuckled his jeans when he lifted it over his head. She had somehow managed to remove her own shirt and her breast were not at a perfect height to suckle. She poaned in pleasure as he took her nipple into his mouth. A second moan not from Cassie reminded him that there were other people present.

“I’m sorry,” he began but was stunned into silence. Sasha had her head buried between Sar-Rah’s thighs and Nina was in a sixty-nine with Cindy. A bundle of cloth hit him in the face suddenly and he caught it, holding it up to examine it he saw that it was Cassie’s shorts. He turned his head back to her when he felt the tug of her pulling down his jeans.

“What is going on,” he asked her. She looked overe the room while still pulling off his pants and she threw them over her shoulder when she had him naked from the waist down.

“This is what we do every week,” she said, “All of us love you me, my mom, Liz, Nina, and Sasha. We get together once a week and play with each other always inviting you to come, hoping that one day you would. I am so sorry,” she began again but he pulled her face to his and kissed her. She moaned into his mouth as she stratled him again rubbing his pussy lips against his shaft. She rocked her body against him and her wetness coated his entire erection and her thighs.

“Your soaking wet,” Anthony groaned at the feel of her and she echoed him as her cheeks reddened at his words. She lifted up farther and reached down wrapping her hand around his cock and lifted it pointing it straight up. She lowered herself slowly until the tip was lodged in her entrance. She then brought both hands up to his shoulders and began to relax her thighs letting her body weight impale her slowly on him. He could feel his cock forcing it’s way into her tight tunnel as she whimpered. After and inch or so was in he felt a familiar resistance and his hands grabbed her hips, keeping her from going any deeper.

“Your a virgin,” he said in bisbelief. She bit her lip and nodded flexing her thighs and trying to push down onto him.

“How, your mothers boyfriend who molested you,” he started but she cut him off.

“He didn’t get that far before Mom caught him,” she informed him and again tried to sink down onto him. When he kept her immobile she whined in protest.

“Please,” she begged him.

“Sure,” he said and released her. She let out a squeak as she dropped onto him completely and groaned at the feeling of her insides streching to accomidate his cock. She began to rock on him and then began to move her hips forward and then back. She cried out inpleasure as she bucked against him and his hips began to thrust up into her almost of their own accord. After ten miuntes of this Anthony felt himself grow close to cumming. Leaning in he clamped his lips own her nipple and sucked on it hard. Her body quivered and her inner muscles clamps down on his cock. They feelog her body trembling around him caused him to begin his own orgasm and he gripped her hips tightly and slammed his pulsing cock as deep into her body as he could before spraying her womb with his semen.

“Yes, give me your baby,” she screamed at the feel of him exploding inside her. His eyes widened in shock at her word as jet after jet of his cum spurt into her body, he didn’t think he had ever cum so much at once in his life.

“Baby,” he asked when he managed to catch his breath. She nodded her head which way laying on his chest and her muscles spasmed on his softening cock at that one word.

“I love you Anthony,” she said softly. When he didn’t respond immediately she looked up into his eyes, sadly.

“You don’t have to say it back, I’m not pressuring you,” she said and averted her eyes from his.

“I like you Cassie I always have, I just don’t know if I love you,” he said to her. She smiled up at him and
hope shone in her eyes.

“I can live with that,” she replied contently as she rested her face on his shoulder. Anthony looked around at the writhing women on the floor and stood holding Cassie to him. She wrapped her legs and arms around him and he carried her to her room. Laying her down on the bed Anthony crawled in beside her and pulled her back to his front. He kissed her neck and then settled down to sleep.

“I love you,” was the last words Anthony heard as he drifted off into the blackness of sleep.

Anthony woke to an empty bed and the smell of frying bacon. Getting up he looked around for his clothes but couldn’t find them so he grabbed Cassie’s white robe from the back of her door and headed into the living room to find his clothes. They weren’t in there either so he headed for the kitchen and the delicous smell of cooking meat. Walking in he found only Cindy standing at the stove wearing only an apron. Her volumpuous ass wiggled as she hummed and swayed her hips from side to side and Anthony was mesmerized by the sight. Cindy finished the bacon and put it on a plate and turned off the oven before grabbing the plate and turning to place it on the table. Cindy froze when she saw Anthony in the doorway wearing her daughters robe which only came down to just above his knees.

“Good morning,” she said blushing.

“It most definately is,” he said eyeing her legs. She blushed even harder at his comment and stares.

“Your clothes are in the washer and will be done in a little while,” she said and motioned for him to sit at one of the places while she took a seat across from him. They both sat and began eating, after a few minutes of silence except for the tink of silverware against their plates Anthony jerked a froze. Cindy continued eating as if nothing was happening but her foot was running up and down his leg. He went back to eating but he was eating much faster now. He finished and got up she outed at him and continued to eat. He went to the sink and tried to think about what was happening.

“Where is everybody,” he asked.

“It’s Monday everyone got up and went to school,” she replied.

“Am I not attractive,” she suddenly asked. He spun to look at her, stunned at her question and the look of vulnerability on her face. He examined her and she was pretty. She had long red hair with more of a curl to it then Cassie’s and she had the same lithe gymnasts body that her daughter had.

“Your beautiful, what would make you think otherwise,” he asked.

“I was just rubbing your leg and you couldn’t get away from me fast enough. Am I too old,” she asked softly. He gaped at her before he could come up with an answer.

“I thought you were just teasing me,” he replied. She stood and faced him and reached around behind her and undid the tie of the apron and pulled it over her head. Her breast stood firm and slightly larger then Cassoe’s on her chest and her pussy had no hair at all.

“Your sister said you liked almost none or no hair down there,” she explained when she saw were his gaze went. She lifted herself onto the table and spread her legs for him to get a better view of her. She shivered with anticipation as he slowly moved toward her. He knelt infront of her and leaned forward running his tongue up her slit. She groaned and grabbed fistfuls of his hair and pulled him more firmly into her. He licked her outer lips before spreading them with his fingers and sucking on her clit. He inserted his index finger into her dripping hole as he toyed with her clit.

“Yes,” she cried out as she came and her juices gushed and dripped down his arm and chin. Standing he placed his hard cock at her entrance and thrust into her as her orgasm continues. She screamed in pleasure as another orgasm broke through her before the first subsided. Anthony began to pound into her and her orgasms continued until she couldn’t think. Her hands gripped his shoulders and her lags wrapped around his waist as he continued to drill into her. Twenty minutes and many orgasms later she was pushing at his chest weakly to get him to stop and let her rest but he ignored her. He was close and he wanted her to come with him so leaned close to her ear.

“Are you on the pill,” he asked. She shook her head no, having not had a boyfriend since the one who had been molesting Cassie she hadn’t need to. He grinned down at her mischeivously.

“I’m going to cum soon. Do you want me to fill you womb with my cum? Do you want to have my baby? Maybe I’ll give Cassie a little sister,” he whispered to her. She groaned at his words and her legs tightened around his waist. He slammed into her one last time and leaned forward and bit her nipple gently. The combination of his words and actions along with the warmth of his semen flooding her womb made her tense and scream with her own release as he filled her.

“That was amazing,” she said softly after catching her breath. The buzzer on the dryer went off and she headed into get the clothes. Only a small trickle of his cum leaked down her legs the rest remained trapped in her womb. She brought him his clothes and he dressed before giving her a kiss.

“Thanks,” he said to her as he neared the front door.

“No thank you,” she said and closed the door behind him as he head down the street to catch the approaching bus.

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Building on her efforts in the family business, Yvette decides it would be good to get her son Steve more involved.

1. Sending Steve around to Kate’s
“Sweetie,” said Yvette. “Can you go over to Kate’s place this afternoon?”

“Why Mum?” replied Steve. He had satisfied himself with his mother’s body, and was now looking for his clothes so he could get dressed and go to university.

“I need someone to pick up some things for a meeting I’ve got tomorrow. I’m busy this afternoon.” Yvette paused and kissed him firmly on the lips. “It’ll be worth your while.” She kissed him again.

“Mum, we’re already screwing. What else do you have to offer?”

“I’ll think of something. Maybe I’ll tell Kate to screw you,” said Yvette, laughing as though it was a joke. “Would you like that?”

“Sure. Why not? She’s pretty, so screwing another MILF would be good. I don’t want to wear you out,” Steve said, playfully slapping his mother on the ass.

“You’ve got an older woman thing do you Steve?”

“Screwing you turned me on to the idea.”

Perfect, Yvette thought to herself.

2. Kate Rewards Steve
It was a bit out of the way for him, but not nearly as much of a problem as his complaints had suggested. Anyway, Kate had always been fun to talk to, and he thought she had a good body. Maybe someday he would get to screw her. The idea of screwing his mother’s colleagues was kind of fun.

He pressed the bell by her front door, and had a fantasy about Kate being a MILF that came to the front door in nothing but a robe. His dreams didn’t work out though. Kate appeared in a normal looking dress, but he noticed that she didn’t seem to be wearing any underwear.

“Sorry, I was just getting changed,” said Kate. “Just wait here and I’ll finish getting dressed.”

“That’s okay,” replied Steve. “I’m not in a hurry. Anyway, you look fine like this.”

“Do you think so? You’re so kind to say that. But I really have to get finished dressing.”

She disappeared into a room and left him standing there, but the door was open so they could continue talking.

“Thanks for coming over to pick this up. I’ve been working on it with your mother, and I think the report has really come together well. She has a meeting with the clients tomorrow, and needs it for that meeting.”

“You’ve been working with Mum a lot,” said Steve, glancing around Kate’s living room. There were souvenirs of places that she had visited. He knew where some of them came from as his mother had similar things at home. Gifts from the same company he guessed.

“Yes,” replied Kate. “We work together well. Plus she makes it fun, so that makes it even better.”

“What is the event tonight?”

“I’m going out to dinner with the clients. It’s important to keep up a good relationship, so we do things like this. You know, not just the official things, but the personal things that help build up a positive relationship.”

“Going out for dinner doesn’t sound so difficult though,” said Steve.

“No, it isn’t very difficult. But it means you’ve made time for them outside work, and it is more fun going out with people when you’re in a strange city. I’ve been in plenty of strange cities where dinner with some local clients was really fun.”

“I suppose so,” replied Steve, not sounding very convinced.

“Yvette said you wanted a reward for coming over to pick this stuff up. Why not come along tonight. I’m sure you’ll have a good time.”

3. A Lobby Encounter
When he woke up the next morning, Steve knew he was beside someone new. It was one of the people from the night before. Somehow he had ended up taking someone back to her hotel room, and then he had found himself buried inside her. He was pretty sure that Kate had gone back to one of the other client’s rooms too. He didn’t regret what he had done. She was about his mother’s age; or maybe a bit older, and she had certainly been willing enough. He had been thinking about doing Kate though. The sight of her tits in the plunging dress she had worn last night had been interesting. He wouldn’t mind trying her out some time.

He quietly got up and found his clothes. He suspected she was awake, but was pretending that she was still asleep so she wouldn’t have to talk to him. Steve didn’t mind. He had done all he wanted to do to her, and he didn’t need to have an uncomfortable chat to her over breakfast.

As he got down to the lobby of the hotel, Kate arrived in another lift.

She laughed, and said “I hope you’re not going to say anything to anyone.”

“No, of course not,” he replied. “But, you know, I wouldn’t mind having our own little secret to keep.” He patted her ass.

“We can if you would like to,” replied Kate. This hadn’t played out quite the way she had thought, and she definitely hadn’t planned to spend the night. It was lucky her husband was out of town.

“Okay.”

“Let me get home and sort things out there. Give me a call later on and you can come over.”

MILFs seemed much less effort to get them to spread their legs for him than women his age, thought Steve.

4. Yvette’s Husband
Kate was riding Yvette’s husband. She had Andrew’s hard cock inside her, his hands cupping her breasts, his fingers tweaking her nipples. She had her hands on the headboard of Yvette’s bed, her eyes staring into Andrew’s eyes. The feeling of his cock in her vagina was great, and he had a lot more self-control than his sons.

She rolled them both over so he was on top of her, and he took the opportunity to put her legs over his shoulders so he could give her pussy an even deeper pounding. This was the best position for Kate. Not only the depth, but also the way it could be relied on to bring her to an orgasm.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” moaned Kate. “I want your cum in me. Cum in me.”

Andrew was only too happy to oblige, letting his semen shoot into Kate’s welcoming vagina.

“Thanks,” Kate said after she had recovered. “I needed that.”

“Happy to help.” He moved so that he could kiss her lips. It was always good when Yvette went away for work. If Kate didn’t have to go with her, she would come over and he would screw her. It had started not long after his wife had started working with Kate. He still lusted for his wife, but he had always had an eye for other women, and Kate was so convenient that he had to make use of her. It was fun to think his wife was working, while he was screwing her colleague.

“You know, Yvette thinks I should have sex with you.”

“What? Yvette knows about us?”

“No, no, no. Of course not. She thinks I should seduce you. I said I would try, but didn’t know if I would be able to.” Kate laughed then continued, “She doesn’t know that we’ve been fucking for ages.”

“Why does she want you to have sex with me? It seems a bit unlike her. She’s never talked about partner swapping. Has she been having an affair?”

“Well, not really an affair. But she has been screwing around.”

“Who?” asked Andrew, wondering about the sort of man his wife would cheat on him with.

“Well, me.”

“You!” He had fantasised about his wife with a woman, and he was glad it was someone he had been with. He didn’t have to imagine what she would be like, he already knew. “Anyone else?”

“Sometimes she does it with clients.”

“How long has she been doing that?” asked Andrew.

“Before I ever started working with her. I don’t know when she started, though she said that she used to have sex with her lecturers. It helped her get good marks.”

“Why does she want you to start screwing me now?”

“She decided that you wouldn’t be able to complain about her having sex with other people if you were are too. Little does she know.”

He kissed her again. “Well, at least we don’t need to be so discrete around her now.” It would make doing things like picking his wife up from work so much better. Maybe he could bend Kate over Yvette’s desk, flick her skirt up, and fuck her if his wife was slow to finish work. “Maybe we could have a threesome. I’d like to have sex with you both.”

“Don’t you mind her having sex with her clients?”

“Well, I’ve screwed most of my assistants at work, and some of my clients too. So I suppose it’s okay for Yvette to screw people at work too.”

“So do you only hire pretty women? That’s unfair.”

“Oh no, there are some men at work.”

“Do they ever screw the women too?”

“If they want to. There’s plenty of women to share around. Sometimes if I walk in on them, I join in. We have a threesome.”

“Do you do the guy?”

“No, no, of course not. We only do things like two guys inside her at the same time.”

“What do you mean? Like oral and vaginal?”

“Sometimes like that, but sometimes we take turns fucking her. Or one is in her pussy and one in her ass. Or we’re both inside her pussy at the same time. The first time that happened I thought he was going for her ass, but he went into her pussy. You should have seen the look on her face when the second cock went in!”

“Wow, that sounds good. I’ve never done that,” though Kate didn’t add that Yvette had done it on her last overseas trip. “What about when you cum? What do you do?”

“Well, sometimes you get it on you. You know, one guy one cums then the other guy sticks his cock in her again to finish off. Or when you’re both inside the same hole, and one guy cums, then he gets it on the other guy’s cock. A few times I’ve gone down on the woman after the other guy’s had her. But only a few times.”

Kate imagined the scenarios. She thought about Ben and Steve taking her both at once, or better still all three of them.

“Would you do it for me? Two guys at once? If I could set it up? I’d love to try it.”

“One of my assistants? I suppose I could set it up.”

“I was thinking about you and my husband. As a treat for me if Yvette and I have a threesome with you.”

“Okay, but only if I get you and Yvette together first.”

Kate lay there thinking about it. If he was willing to consider double fucking her with her husband, it wouldn’t be too much of a step for him to be inside her with his sons. Or inside Yvette.

“I’ll set it up,” said Kate, and then got out of bed. “I better go. I’ve got work to do.”

Andrew watched as she walked across the room. She had a nice ass he thought. He heard the shower switch on. His wife had better tits, but Kate’s ass was better. The two of them together would be fun. It wasn’t that surprising to hear about his wife screwing around. Though he had heard rumours about her having sex for grades when they knew each other at university, so maybe he shouldn’t be surprised.

5. The Threesome
They lay together, Andrew between his wife and Kate. It had been all he had hoped for. One kissing him, while the other sucked on his dick. Both of them sucking his cock at the same time. Watching Kate sucking and tonguing Yvette’s breasts while he was going sucking and tonguing Kate’s clitoris. Doing Kate from behind while she went down on Yvette. Fucking Kate and getting her to lick Yvette’s pussy at the same time. Swapping his cock back and forth between their pussies, then swapping between one woman’s pussy and the other’s mouth. Fucking his wife’s tits while Kate licked the tip of his dick, and then shooting a load over his wife’s face and getting Kate to clean it up.

“So darling,” Andrew said to his wife. “Why do you do it?”

She kissed him, and then asked, “What?”

“Fuck your clients.”

“Did you tattle tale Kate?” said Yvette, reaching across her husband so she could give Kate a playful slap on her ass.

“What are you going to do about it?” replied Kate, reaching over to slap Yvette’s ass in return.

“I’ll think of something,” answered Yvette. “Something we haven’t done before.”

“Tell me about you and your customers,” said Andrew, not wanting to let his wife avoid answering about her sexual encounters as part of her business.

Yvette rolled slightly on top of her husband, and pressed her breasts against his chest. She knew he liked it.

“You know how I’d started my business, but it was hard to get it started.”

He did indeed know. He had made a number of financial injections just when it was teetering once again on the edge of collapsing. He had often wished she had just gotten a normal job working for a salary, but no, she had to show she could have a business like him.

Wisely he left his answer at “Yes.”

“I knew I had good ideas, and my proposals were competitively priced. But they weren’t often successful. Anyway, one time I was at a conference.”

Andrew’s heart always sank when he heard the word conference. So often it had been linked with the need for flights to somewhere exotic and far away, accommodation at expensive hotels, restaurant dinners, and registration fees.

“I was depressed. I had run into the representative of a company I had pitched to, and from his comments it felt like another proposal was going nowhere. Anyway I suggested to him that we meet for dinner and I’d be happy to go through the main aspects of my plan. So we did, but it didn’t seem to be working any better. I was feeling down, so I had quite a bit to drink, and he had to help me get back to my room. I don’t know how I decided to do it, but when he got me to my hotel room door, instead of a kiss on the cheek I kissed him on the lips and asked him in for a nightcap. So we had sex and then he left.”

“I woke up the next morning feeling hungover, and guilty. But a few days later an email arrived saying I had gotten the contract.”

“So now that’s what I do,” explained Yvette. “My business never went well until I started to screw my potential clients. I got Kate involved to increase the size of the business. She helps with the reports we have to do for the consultancies. But she also does her share of fucking the clients too.”

“What if your clients want a guy?” asked Andrew. “What do you and Kate do?”

“Well, it depends,” replied Kate. “We can suck cock and let them fuck our asses.”

“That’s okay for a lot of the gay guys,” added Yvette.

“What about women that want a guy?”

“That’s been a bit of a problem in the past,” said Kate. “But we’ve just found some guys that will help us out with that.”

“You’ve brought some guys into your business too?”

Kate ran her fingers through his pubic hair for a few moments before answering. “No, not at the present time they’re just involved in the recruitment side of things. I’m sure they’re happy to do it for free.”

Andrew thought about this. Given his wife’s sexual appetites, he wondered if she was having sex with them too. It could be more of a problem than her normal casual sex with transient customers.

“Do I know them?”

“It’s Ben and Steve,” replied Yvette. “They’ve helped us a couple of times.”

“What! Ben and Steve!”

“It’s only a bit of fun for them,” said Yvette, defending the way she was making use of her sons. “The women are only in town for a night or two, and then they go home to their normal life and everything.”

Andrew lay quietly for a moment, his wife wondering what his reaction would be.

“I want to do it too,” declared Andrew. “If everyone else is getting to have sex with your customers, I want my share too.”

“Okay,” said Yvette, thinking about the possibilities it would create.

“Kate, are you doing it with Ben and Steve too?”

“Well yes, me and the clients. And Yvette too.”

“What! Yvette, you’re screwing Ben and Steve!”

“Well yes, I’m not the only one. But yes.”

Kate hadn’t intended to tell him, but it had slipped out, so Yvette had to tell him everything about Prague.

At the end Yvette said: “So I wanted to do it with my family too.”

Andrew lay there between the two women. Kate had been rubbing her groin against his leg while his wife had been talking, so he knew she was excited, and his cock was as hard as it had ever been. “That Indian family lives here though? Not in Prague?”

“Yes, they live here. I’m not sure if they’re back yet though.”

“Good. When they are, I want to meet them. I’ve never done anything like that.”

“What about a mother and daughter? Would you like to try that?”

“Do you mean that Indian family has a daughter too? I’d love to do that too.”

“I think so,” said Yvette. “But I meant me and Linda.”

Andrew thought about Linda. She was pretty, like her mother, and she was getting screwed by those guys she dated. He could hear then through the walls of their house. Why shouldn’t he have his share?

Andrew kissed Kate and then Yvette. “We’ve got time to do it again, and then I have to get back to work.”

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Rachel’s family gets busy due to mysterious reasons.

Familiar Feelings
by Droid447

It was the middle of the night when Rachel woke up hearing whispering. She shared the room with her sister Aliana, who usually was quiet and respectful. It was not like her to be talking on the phone with someone this late at night.

“What is going on? Who are you talking to at this hour?”

Rachel turned over to scold her sister and ask her to hung up the phone, but she immediately realized that Aliana was not talking to anyone. She was sitting upright, with her arms limp by her sides, staring into the wall in front of her and speaking to herself. It was very strange and a little creepy.

Oh my God! Is she talking in her sleep? Why is she sitting like that?

She couldn’t understand what her sister was saying but a couple of words were clear enough, “pussy” and “yours”, which only increased Rachel’s confusion. Aliana’s was breathing increasingly faster while she spoke, as if she was getting aroused by her own incomprehensible statements.

“m… pussy ishh yours, m p..y ss yours, Ihh m…st ser… my m..s..”

Rachel watched her sister for a moment, hesitant about what to do. She had heard that you are not supposed to wake a sleepwalker. But then, Aliana’s whispering stopped and turned into a long, soft moan. Rachel saw her sister’s legs twitching while her eyes rolled back. Aliana was having an orgasm!

What the hell?!

After her climax subsided, the teenager slowly leaned back, almost robotically, until she was flat on her back. Then she fell asleep instantly.

Rachel rested her head back on the pillow but her eyes were wide open. It was hard to believe what just happened. The sound of Aliana’s orgasmic moan was burned in her mind. So was the image of her shuddering legs and twitching hands. Rachel realized that she was getting wet!

She had an orgasm without touching herself. I didn’t know it was possible.

***

The next morning, Rachel, her sister and her brother were watching TV. Apparently, Aliana had no recollection of what happened the night before and Rachel decided not to talk about it. It was probably a one time thing.

If it happens again, I’ll tell Aliana to see a Doctor. She thought.

Rachel hadn’t noticed that her brother Brad and Aliana were staring at the TV almost without blinking and their mouths were slightly opened, as if they were in some kind of trance.

With the corner of her eye, Rachel saw unusual movement on the couch. When she turned her head, she gave a gasp of surprise. Aliana had unzipped Brad’s pants and her hand was reaching inside.

“Hey! What are you doing?!” Rachel asked loudly, almost screaming.

Brad was still staring at the TV like nothing was happening. Rachel couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Why was Aliana fondling her brother? Why wasn’t he stopping her?

After a moment, Brad finally acknowledged the situation but he just turned his head to look at her sister. They stared at each other without saying a word, yet Aliana’s hand kept massaging Brad’s growing phallus.

“Aliana! Stop doing that! Brad, stop her!”

Rachel was expecting Brad to pulled his sister’s hand away but that didn’t happen. There was something odd about the way he looked at Aliana. As if he was not looking at her but looking through her.

Far from stopping, Brad stood up and pulled his pants down. He was not wearing underwear and his fully erect cock sprang upwards, demanding attention. Aliana quickly knelt in front of her brother and grabbed his phallus.

“Are you guys insane?!”, Rachel exclaimed, “If mom sees you, you both will be grounded for life!”

Rachel stood up and walked around the sofa with the intention of pulling Aliana away but when she saw Brad’s cock in display, she stopped. Rachel found her brother’s cock so alluring. She shook her head trying to push the dirty thoughts off her mind.

Aliana was no expert on sucking cocks but she had seen plenty of adult videos and she was planing to work by example. After sensually licking the tip for a moment, she engulfed the head of Brad’s phallus and tightened her lips around its girth, then she started bobbing her head back and forth.

“Aliana, you can’t do this. This is not right!”

To Rachel’s eyes, Aliana was sucking her brother’s cock like a pro and she was astonished. It was hard to believe that her younger sister was such a slut.

Aliana shoved Brad’s cock deeper into her mouth until it reached the back of her throat. She gagged a little and quickly pulled back. Then she tried again and again. Soon she got used to it. The young woman was preparing herself to give her brother a deepthroat.

What is happening? They are acting like I am not even here. Rachel wondered, truly confused.

After a couple of failed attempts, Aliana succeeded. She swallowed Brad’s big cock all the way to his balls. Brad moaned from the delightful sensation of his sister’s throat clutching his dick so tightly. Aliana pulled back for air, then engulfed the entire cock again. She did this several times while rubbing her pussy under her long top.

Wow! How can she do that? Rachel thought, baffled by Aliana’s actions.

For a brief moment, she forgot that it was her brother and sister who were performing this debauchery and she felt aroused. Then she shook her head again and came back to her senses.

Brad couldn’t resist this lovely treatment for long and soon his cock began to pulsate announcing his orgasm. Aliana pulled back and opened wide just in time to receive the hot streams of cum all over her face and inside of her mouth.

Before her brother was done, Aliana leaned forward and engulfed the tip of his cock between her lips, making sure not to waste the last drops of cum. Brad had finished but she was just getting started. Aliana was so horny that the juices from her pussy were dripping to the floor between her legs.

The young woman quickly removed her top and threw it away. She walked around the sofa and laid in such a way that her hips were higher that her head and her pussy was in full display. Brad was certainly eager to continue the sex session because in a matter of seconds he was on his knees with his head buried between his sister’s thighs.

“Now you? What the hell is the matter with you two? I swear I’m going to tell mom about this.”

Rachel was still complaining but she couldn’t make herself walk away. She couldn’t even look away. There was something about this naughty scene that pulled her in like a magnet. It was there, in the back of her mind and she couldn’t get rid of it.

Brad and Aliana still ignored Rachel, as if they were in a different dimension where the only thing that mattered was sex; crude, unrestrained sex. Brad was licking his sister’s clitoris with avidity. He often had oral sex with his girlfriend and he had acquired a lot of experience; now he was using all this knowledge on his younger sister, making her squeal with pleasure.

“Mhh…Brad… that feels so good,” Aliana cried out.

Aliana felt Brad’s tongue twirling around her erect clitoris, then entering her pussy and back to her clitoris. The sensation was wonderful and she was so aroused to begin with, that it took her only a couple of minutes to reach a strong orgasm. The first blissful spasm made her loose control of her body. After that, she bucked wildly over the couch while Brad grabbed her hips trying to keep her in place.

Oh my God!

Rachel saw her sister jolting like a fish out of water and realized that Aliana was climaxing. It was perversely erotic to see her sister convulsing in bliss like that. Suddenly, Rachel felt her pussy twitch within her denim shorts.

Aliana’s trembling thighs trapped her brother’s head in between, urging him to keep licking her pussy, prolonged her orgasm. The teen acted as if she was possessed by a sexual demon, arching her back with her eyes completely rolled back and gushing all over her brother’s face.

I have never cum that hard. This is amazing. Rachel thought, watching everything up close without saying a word. She was too transfixed by her sister’s sensual display.

When her orgasm faded, Aliana took a few seconds to recover and then she was ready for more. And so was Brad. His cock was fully erect again. Aliana turned around and bent over the couch as her brother aimed his cock at her vaginal entry.

The imminent penetration of her sister brought Rachel back from her spellbound staring. She complained one more time, urging them to stop.

“Wait! Don’t do it. Brad is not wearing any protection.”

And again, her brother and sister ignored her as if she wasn’t there.

Brad shoved his cock into his sister’s pussy without holding anything back. Aliana was so tight that he almost cum on the first blow but he was able to control himself.

Aliana was not a virgin but she had never had a phallus this long penetrating her so deeply. She moaned out loud, not caring who could hear her around the house.

When Brad started pumping his sister’s pussy with all his might, Rachel decided that it was enough. She couldn’t allow this madness to continue any longer. She was going to tell her parents and let her brother and sister suffer the consequences.

“Ok, you asked for it! I am telling mom and dad about this.”

When she started walking, she felt wetness in her pussy and this startled her. She was getting unconsciously excited and she hadn’t realize it. She felt a bit guilty but this was not going to stop her from talking to her mother.

The door of her parent’s room was open and Rachel entered without knocking. She was greeted by a scene not very different from the one downstairs. Rachel stopped on her tracks when she saw Marlene, her mother, bouncing up and down on her husband’s lap.

What the hell?! What is going on in this house? Why they didn’t lock the door?

Normally, Rachel would have bolted out of the room pretending she didn’t see anything, but instead of that, she did nothing. Her mother could obviously see her standing by the door and she had no reaction whatsoever. She was ignoring her the same way Brad and Aliana did a moment ago. Something very strange was going on and Rachel wanted to know what was it.

Marlene moaned and grunted while she waved her hips sensually back and forth. She hadn’t felt so excited in years and she couldn’t explain why she was so aroused. Not that she cared. When Tom intercepted her walking out of the shower with his huge erection, she jumped on top of him without giving it a second thought.

“You are fucking me so good,” Marlene said between gasps. They had been fucking for a while and they were not planning to stop any time soon.

The couple changed positions and still didn’t acknowledge the presence of their daughter. Before bending over the chair, Marlene looked straight in Rachel’s direction but their eyes never meet. Marlene appeared to be in some sort of sexual trance that prevented her from caring about anything around her except Tom’s cock.

It is like I am invisible. Rachel thought.

“Yes! Give it to me. Make me cum!” Marlene exclaimed, sounding like a different person.

Rachel could see her mother’s breasts swinging back and forth from the hard pounding. Suddenly, she remembered doing to same thing. Feeling the same pleasure. But it couldn’t be. She had never fucked like that. Nonetheless, her pussy twitched again and now she was certain that her crotch was soaking wet.

Tom and Marlene were usually a quiet couple. They had sex once a week and nothing too kinky. But not today. Tom was banging his wife from behind, ramming his phallus with all his might. The sound of his pelvis smashing against her ass-cheeks mixed with grunts of pleasure and Marlene’s unaccustomed dirty talk.

“Yes! Fuck me harder! Make me cum with that big cock!”

If Rachel was confused downstairs, now it was worse. She started to think that she was in dream, or more accurately, in a nightmare. But she remembered waking up and getting out of bed. Or did she? The teen’s head was spinning.

The savage pounding went on for several minutes and the couple changed positions a few more times.

At last, Marlene reached her long awaited orgasm. Her pussy clutched down Tom’s cock as blissful spasms spread across her entire body.

And Rachel was still there, still watching mesmerized as her mother shivered in ecstasy. She couldn’t bring herself to look away, the same way it had happened downstairs. The sexual spectacle had an unavoidable attraction that she couldn’t deny, as if this was helping relive the best experience of her life. An experience that she didn’t remember having. Rachel wondered if she was going crazy.

Mom climaxed so hard, like Aliana did. Like I did. Wait… what am I saying??

“I want you to cum in my face.”

Tom was already in the verge of climax and it didn’t take long before he ejaculated several spurts of white, sticky sperm all over his wife’s face and mouth. Marlene’s ended up plastered with cum and she was delighted. Tom didn’t usually ejaculated that much but nothing that had been happening this morning was routine.

“Yes, baby. Lick my cock and swallow my cum,” Tom said.

Rachel watched her mother lick the remnants of sperm from her father’s cock as she felt a drop of her own juice sliding down her inner thigh. Rachel realized that she was feeling horny as hell. She needed to get out of the house at once.

She finally walked out the room trying to understand that was happening around her. Her brother and sister were committing incest. Her mother and father were having sex in front of her and didn’t care about it. And her own behavior was not normal either.

I can’t believe I stayed in there and watched my parents have sex. What is wrong with me? Why is everyone in this house acting crazy?

Rachel wasn’t too far from her parents room when she heard her mother saying, “Wanna go again? I am still horny.”

***

It was late at night when Rachel came back home and she went straight to bed. Everything was quiet in the house and she didn’t see anyone. The door of her parents bedroom was closed and she didn’t want to imagine what was going on inside.

But after a few hours on her bed, Rachel noticed that something was very wrong and she opened her eyes wide. She was still laying down but now she was naked. She tried to sit up but she couldn’t! Her entire body was paralyzed.

What the hell is happening?! I can’t move!

Her heart jolted fiercely inside of her chest. She could still move her head but barely. Rachel heard a soft suckling noise coming from Aliana’s bed.

She turned her head as best she could and saw her sister and mother together. They were sitting in front of each other; her mother had her legs around Aliana’s waist while Aliana was leaning forward on her mother’s chest. Marlene was moaning and Rachel was almost certain that she could see a fat dildo connecting one pussy with the other. How could they do this?! This was even worse than Aliana having sex with Brad. Even so, Rachel’s main concern at the moment was that she was paralyzed.

“Mom… Aliana… help me. I can’t move.”

When Rachel looked more carefully, she realized what was the source of the noise. Aliana had her lips around her mother’s nipple and she was eagerly suckling milk. It was impossible since her mother was not pregnant, yet there was a stream of white fluid dribbling along her mother’s large breast. In any case, nothing had made sense in the last 24 hours. Rachel started to wonder again if she was going crazy. And what happened next helped to sustain this idea…

Rachel saw with horror as one monstrous tentacle emerged from below the bed and waved menacingly in the air. It had a fleshy skin that glistened with an oily substance that covered its entire surface.

As usual, Aliana and her mother where oblivious to anything around them and paid no attention, but Rachel screamed her lungs out.

“Ahhg! What is that?!!”

Rachel saw the long, flexible appendage hovering above her immobile body and she couldn’t do anything about it. As mush as she tried, her arms and legs wouldn’t respond. She watched with desperation as the tentacle centered her attention at the spot between her legs and she thought about the possibility of that huge thing penetrating her body. The terrified woman screamed again.

“Mom! Help me! Take this monster away from me!”

The tentacle approached her crotch and paused for a moment. Rachel felt as if the creature was teasing her on purpose. She felt the tender touch across her nether lips and her pussy twitched involuntarily. She wasn’t expecting this. At that moment, a soft breeze made her realize that her crotch was dripping wet. She was about to be ravished by a monster and her body was ready for it? Did she unconsciously want this to happen? Rachel was very confused but she talked to the creature anyway, pleading for mercy…

“Please don’t do this. It won’t fit!”

But Rachel was wrong. The tentacle fit perfectly. As it pushed deeper and deeper, making her belly bulge, the confused woman felt disgust but also an incredible pleasure that she had only experienced once before. Rachel was angry at herself for feeling like this. A monster hiding under the bed was fucking her and she was enjoying it! This confirmed her suspicions, she was definitely going insane.

But crazy or not, Rachel screamed again when she saw a second tentacle, just as big, emerging from the other side of the bed. This was unbelievable! How come she didn’t see this creature when she got into bed earlier that night? How come her mother and sister couldn’t see them now?

“Oh my God!! Another one!”

After gliding above the length of her body, the new tentacle also focused its attention on the woman’s crotch. Rachel thought with some relief that her pussy was already occupied by one huge appendage and this new one couldn’t do anything to her. She was mistaken, again…

The tentacle aligned the tip with Rachel’s anal entry and the woman jolted in fear when she felt it. She would not be able to take both huge penetrations without breaking apart.

Then, deep in the back of her mind, a faint awareness arose telling her that she could do it. In fact, she had done it before. Her pussy and anus twitched hard.

Rachel couldn’t understand how this was possible, yet her body was yearning to experience it again.

As the new tentacle pushed into her ass, matching the depth of the first one, Rachel moaned loudly from the overwhelming sensation. This felt exactly as she remembered, mind-blowing pleasure beyond belief. She didn’t remember when or where she had felt it, but at this moment she didn’t care.

Rachel was still unable to move her arms and legs but her body was now rocking at the pace of the tentacles. She swayed slightly back and forth, as the large appendages trashed delightfully inside of her.

After a while of supernatural fucking, Rachel believe she was loosing her mind. She was fully aware of being at the complete mercy of the tentacles and this helplessness was actually increasing her arousal. At this rate, she was going to reach an orgasm soon and she felt shame because of it. She was being ravished by a monster!

Suddenly, Rachel heard a squishy sound coming from within her body and her belly started to swell. She realized that the tentacles were pumping something inside of her. Every sound preceded a little bump bulging on her skin.

What is it doing inside of me?!

The astounded woman could only imagine what was going on inside of her over-stimulated body. She felt the bumps here and there and she saw herself saturated with these things. It could be anything but her subconscious immediately thought about eggs. She was being filled with the monster’s eggs!

Rachel could feel her vaginal cavity stretching to the limit as more and more of these rounded objects saturated the confined space, making her sensitive inner walls rub even tighter against the fat tentacles.

The appendage in her ass was doing something too. It projected forward so strongly that it lifted Rachel’s frail body from the mattress. She felt more of the lubricated surface of the tentacle passing through her anus and pushing so far inside of her guts that she couldn’t tell how deep it was anymore.

Rachel was going berserk by this rough, yet delightful manipulation. She couldn’t take so much pleasure at once. She was going to cum. Whatever happen next was irrelevant. She needed to cum!

The last thing Rachel remembered before reaching a mind-blowing climax, was her neck stretching wide to allow passage for the tentacle. It emerged from her mouth at the same time her body exploded in bliss. She shuddered uncontrollably while enduring the best orgasm ever. Deep inside her brain, she knew that nothing ever would possess her so utterly, nothing would satisfy her as much as this. She was becoming the monster’s sex slave!! She was…

Rachel woke up from her nightmare with a scream. Her chest was heaving and her hands were shaking. Her panties were soaked. It took her a moment to realize that everything had been a bad dream. There was no monster under the bed. After all, monsters don’t exist.

What the fuck?! Was it just a dream?!! Thank god!

Rachel checked her sister’s bed and she was not there. Nor was her mother. This was a good thing! Maybe everything that “happened” in the last 24 hours was only in her head; maybe it had been only a bad, very vivid dream. It had to be. That’s why everything was so crazy. That’s why nothing made sense. Rachel couldn’t be happier and more relieved.

Of course everything was a dream! What else could it be? My brother and sister together? That’s ridiculous. They are always fighting.

Then she heard a moan at the foot of the bed…

When Rachel lifted her body to investigate what it was, her heart almost stopped. Her reasonable theories about the dream crumbled in an instant. Her entire family was right there, no more than two meters away, fucking each other. Rachel was speechless. She just stared, unable to do or say anything.

Much like in Rachel’s dream, Aliana and her mother were facing each other and they were kissing passionately; tongues dueling and probing as far as they could. They tried to keep their mouths together as Aliana’s was riding two cocks at the same time and Marlene rubbed her pussy on Tom’s tongue.

Brad pumped her sister’s ass as hard as he could. He didn’t care if he was hurting her or not. It only mattered how good it felt. In fact, the tightness of Aliana’s ass was too much for him to handle and his peak was approaching quickly. For Tom, pushing his cock into her daughter’s pussy without caring one bit about the consequences was a fantasy come true.

Aliana never imagined having two cocks inside of her at the same time. It didn’t matter that it was her brother and father fucking her. Her eyes rolled back every time Brad plunged his cock deep into her ass and she grunted softly into her mother’s mouth. She still managed to bounce on top of her father’s phallus, making the sensations ever more surreal. She finally knew what sex was all about.

The same way it had happened before, Rachel couldn’t stop staring. Her panties were soaked since she woke from her incredibly erotic dream/nightmare and her pussy was tingling with arousal from watching this forbidden debauchery. But her mind was still trying to deny the reality of all this and she heard in disbelief how her mother and sister fought over Brad’s cum when he announced that he was cuming.

“Cum in my ass!” Aliana exclaimed.

“No! Cum in my mouth!” Marlene said.

“Please stop. This is wrong,” Rachel said, not sure if she really meant it.

Like an obedient son, Brad pulled his cock out of Aliana and walked closer to her mother. Marlene engulfed his phallus between her warm lips and this was enough to make him exploded in climax. His cock pulsated one, twice, six more times, ejaculating a large quantity of sperm into her mother’s mouth.

Rachel watched while her vaginal fluids dribbled down her inner thighs. Oh God! I can see his cock pulsating…

“I wanted that cum inside of me,” Aliana cried.

With her mouth full of cum, Marlene stood up and leaned over her daughter’s face. Aliana opened her mouth wide, happily waiting for her mother to share. The white sperm dribble slowly until Aliana’s mouth was almost full, then they both swallowed at the same time.

Rachel was starting to feel a growing urgency to join her family. She was so horny. She wanted to feel those throbbing cocks inside of her pussy, her ass, her mouth. Her brain was telling her that she couldn’t do that, her body was telling her that she had to.

“Turn around and bend over. We must have sex.” Brad said to Rachel.

Rachel realized with a start that her brother was standing beside her and he was talking to her. She responded quickly

“What? No. I can’t… I…”

When Brad touched her arm and asked her again to bend over, she knew that she needed to walk away right now or she wouldn’t be able to resist this increasing desire.

Rachel ran out of the room but as soon as she passed through the door, she was greeted by the most unimaginable thing. A monster was tight there! A real monster! It was a greenish slimy humanoid staring back at her.

“Hello Rachel,” the alien said.

The scared woman was baffled. This time she was definitely awake. How was this possible? When she heard the alien creature speak her name, she almost fainted.

Rachel stepped back until she was against the wall. Despite the fact that this creature was an alien, it didn’t look particularly menacing with its thin arms and frog-like features. Nonetheless, Rachel was trembling from utter fear.

“I can see that your family is ready for us. Bring them out here,” the alien commanded.

“W… What are you?! Leave me alone! Leave my family alone!”

“Mmh… You don’t remember anything, do you?” the creature said, “Did your ductile mind block me out?”

“What are you talking about?! Who are you?”

The alien kept talking to her and she managed to calm down enough to respond. While she did, she looked carefully at the creature to make sure it was not a man wearing a costume. He wasn’t!

The alien extended his right arm towards the teen’s head and his hand started emitting a bluish glow. Rachel was about to scream but when she stared at the light, the scream died in her throat.

“Let me help you remember,” the alien whispered.

***

It was the day before yesterday. Rachel was exercising in the park like she did every day. She often looked for the most secluded spot, away from the annoying stares of the guys passing by. She was relaxed, happy, and completely unaware that she was being watched.

I think this is a good private spot. Rachel thought.

The alien was hiding behind a large rock, looking at his prey. He had been observing Rachel for many days. He knew where she lived and who she lived with. Everything was ready and it was time to take action.

The creature jumped forward giving Rachel no time to react. The surprised woman just saw a greenish blur in front of her and then a blue light filling her visual field. She couldn’t even scream before her brain was completely overwhelmed by this strange, mesmerizing energy.

After a couple of seconds, Rachel’s mind was completely numb and her will to resist was gone. She stood passively, staring forward, arms hanging by her sides.

“What is your name, female?”

“…Rachel…” she asked, dragging the sound of every letter.

The alien was happy that the subject was so easily subdued. But he still needed to create a stronger bond. He lift the woman’s top, exposing her left breast.

Rachel was vaguely aware what was happening and far from being ashamed, she felt aroused. Her nipples swelled and her pussy moistened inside of her pants. Even so, she remained stiff like a statue.

“You will become a fine breeding subject, Rachel. Pull down your pants.”

“…down… pants…” Rachel repeated.

She obeyed the command without hesitation. The alien slid a fat finger across her slit and pushed it into her vaginal cavity. He sensed that her tightness could be a problem.

“I will have to inspect you more thoroughly. Follow me.” He said and she followed.

There was a nearby cave that the alien was using as a temporary base. If Rachel could have formed coherent thoughts, she would have remembered that she used to come here when she was a kid, since this place was perfect to play hide and seek. Now it was pretty much abandoned, which was perfect for the alien’s needs. Unfortunately for her, she couldn’t think about anything except the incessant tingling in her pussy.

***

The exact same tingling that she was feeling right now, standing in the hallway of her house, forced to remember these events.

***

Rachel saw herself following the creature like a puppy. She couldn’t tell if she found this really scary or terribly arousing.

Once inside, the alien gave further instructions, “Take off your shoes and remove your pants completely.”

Moments later, Rachel was standing still again. Her pants were gone and her top had been pulled up, exposing her firm tits. With the corner of her unfocused eyes, she saw the creature standing beside her and something moving around his crotch. It was his phallus and it was huge!

The idea of having that enormous cock penetrating her slim body was shocking enough to bring a bit of her consciousness back from the webs of her enthrallment. But not enough that she could move away or do anything to stop it. The alien gave her another instruction and she heard herself repeating it.

“Bend over. I will confirm that our genitals fit.”

“…bend… over… “

Despite the fact that the alien’s mind-controlling influence was fading off, Rachel found it impossible to disobey. She bent forward and waited. When she felt the tip of his phallus pressing at her pussy, she led out a loud gasp. Rachel felt anxious and incredibly aroused.

“Your reproduction hole is so tiny.”

The alien shoved his cock inside of her, slowly and steadily, until it was so deep that it seemed physically impossible. He was satisfied by the female’s adaptability.

“Your body is flexible. You can take my reproduction organ without problems.”

As it entered her body, Rachel felt the large appendage stuffing her so utterly that her belly bulged to make room. It was so overwhelming that the young woman thought she was going to die in that exact spot.

The alien kept his cock buried to the hilt for a few seconds, then pulled back a little, and pushed back in. Rachel felt a spark of mind-blowing pleasure traveling back and forth across her body. At that moment she realized that if she was going to die, it was going to be in bliss.

Once he confirmed that Rachel was a suitable breeder, the alien started pumping the teen’s pussy with eagerness, relishing on the imminent success of his mission. Many things needed to happen before this operation was over but it didn’t mean that he couldn’t have some fun right now. And considering the abundant lubrication of the female’s cavity, she was more than willing to oblige.

Rachel consciousness was closer to the surface every passing second, but instead of being a good thing, it was making the situation worse. Rachel was becoming aware that she was enjoying this unwanted ravishing. She was being fucked by a monster and she didn’t want it to stop! It felt better than anything else in her entire life.

Alien and woman moved in perfect synchronization, maximizing each others sensations with every motion. Even though Rachel had little experience regarding sex, at this moment she felt like a true expert. There was some kind of connection between their minds that allowed her to know exactly how to please him

The couple kept mating for a while and Rachel did her best to keep her mind clear of any thoughts that would interfere with the indescribable joy she was experiencing. She could feel the creature’s cock plunging so deep inside of her that it blew the air of her lungs with ever thrust. This cock embedded in her loins was becoming a part of her that she couldn’t live without.

The alien started making some grunting noises and this could only mean that he was enjoying it as much as she was. This was reason enough to increase Rachel’s arousal even more. His pleasure was her pleasure.

The alien’s grunts started to get louder, announcing the impending arrival of his climax. Rachel’s heart started pounding faster inside of her chest. She was becoming a breeder!

The moment he climaxed, so did she. The creature discharged his load of sperm inside of Rachel’s body, filling her tight cavity to the brim.

Rachel felt the warm seed of her lover expanding within her womb and the world around her disappeared. Her eyes rolled back and her torso jolted in orgasmic convulsions as her twitching pussy extracted every drop of cum from the alien’s cock.

After a brief moment of elation, the alien was all business again. He dislodged his large phallus from Rachel’s soaked pussy and stood up. Then he pointed at a land formation in the center of the cave and commanded Rachel to climb it.

“Walk over than formation. You will get a valuable gift.”

“…walk… gift…” Rachel’s head was still spinning from the overwhelming orgasm but she still repeated his words, confirming that she understood.

This mound, resembling a giant ant-hill, hadn’t formed naturally in the cave. It had been created by another creature as a temporary den. Only a fleshy tube that protruded from the highest point of the formation was visible. The enthralled woman heard another command and this time a hint of fear rose within her chest.

“Kneel on top of that tube. Spread your legs.”

The alien, keeping a safe distance from this mysterious creature, watched as Rachel reached the top and approached the menacing mouth. He knew that being a male, the creature might ignore him completely but he wasn’t taking any chances.

Rachel did as instructed and spread her legs on top of the tube, which was about one meter in diameter with edges thick enough to rest her knees on either side. Then she waited.

The first couple of minutes nothing happened. Rachel stared forward with unfocused eyes as the remnants of the alien’s cum trickled from her pussy into the deeps of the hole. Her anxious breathing was the only sound in the cave… until loud squishy noises echoed from below.

In a matter of seconds, two fat tentacles emerged from the opening and waved between her legs. Rachel remained serene and motionless, but that was only on the surface. In the back of her mind, she was scared to death. Her eyes opened a bit wider and she started breathing faster.

Detecting her pheromones, the creature immediately recognized Rachel as a female. She would be a suitable candidate to spread its offspring. There was no time to waste.

Rachel saw one of the tentacles recoiling and aligning with her vaginal entrance. He was going to fuck her! This huge fat, tentacle was going to penetrate her slim body. Her heart was beating out of chest from utter fear. But then she realized that her pussy was beating as well, from a very different reason. She was incredibly aroused! Whatever the alien had done to her outside the cave was still keeping her horny as hell.

The tentacle caressed her pussy lips a few times, searching for the right spot and then, with one forceful motion, it penetrated deep into her body, stretching her pussy lips and reaching the bottom of her tight cavity. Rachel moaned in pure bliss.

After this, the woman’s fears vanished instantly. Far from hurting her, the tentacle’s motions were just as pleasurable as the alien’s. The mesmerized woman moaned loudly, reckoning that she was going to cum again soon.

***

Rachel, standing mesmerized in the hallway of her home, became aware of another certainty. Her dreams about being ravished by tentacles were not dreams at all. They were memories carefully hidden in her subconscious.

***

The second tentacle circled around Rachel’s body and without any warning whatsoever, penetrated her ass as far as it would go. Rachel screamed by the sudden intrusion and for a moment the alien got worried. He remembered that he hadn’t test the adaptability of her anal cavity. The creature might hurt her and all his plans could be ruined. He held his breath and observed, but when Rachel thrust her hips backwards, seeking for a deeper penetration, he relaxed and enjoyed the show.

She will be fine. She can take both tentacles at the same time. Human females are amazing! he thought.

And just as the alien expected, the creature started pushing eggs into Rachel’s womb. He smiled wickedly when he saw the woman’s belly bloating. Everything was going according to plan.

The sensation of the tentacles churning wildly inside of her body and the eggs filling her womb was more than Rachel could handle. For a brief second right before her climax, her enthrallment diminished and she became fully aware of what was happening to her. She was being fucked by a monster and it felt awesome. Then, her mind went blank…

Rachel exploded in a powerful orgasm that made her body quiver violently on top of the mushy formation. She was able to remain in place only by the support of the fat tentacles that keep pumping her holes regardless of her mind-blowing ordeal.

***

Rachel’s memories jumped forward to later that same day.

***

It was nighttime and she was laying on her bed, still in trance, eyes wide-open. She didn’t know how she got from the cave to her room but it was not important. What mattered was the lovely sensation that spread across her body while she rubbed her pussy with robotic motions, unaware that she was still following detailed instructions.

Trying to be as quiet as possible, Rachel reached three orgasms in a row and after each one, the spastic contractions pushed one egg out of her womb. There were already three eggs on the mattress and one more was on the way out.

After the forth climax, Rachel stood up and walked around Aliana’s bed. She held one of the eggs on her hand while she watched her sister sleeping peacefully. She knew exactly what she had to do but she had no idea about what was going to happen. Whatever was coming, made her pussy gush with arousal.

She pictured her sister’s naked body writhing in bliss. That image needed to become real. It was time.

As soon as she moved her hand closer to her sister’s head, the eggshell broke and a small wormy creature slid out. Rachel watched it squirming on the palm of her hand until it got some sense of direction and started moving towards Aliana’s ear. Normally, Rachel would have thrown the creature away in disgust, but today it was the sexiest thing she had ever seen.

Little by little, the small worm penetrated Aliana’s ear, burrowing into her skull. The teenager felt a hint of pain but not enough to wake her up. Soon, she started dreaming about herself. She was masturbating like she often did. But then she was fucking faceless guys. Beneath the sheets, her pussy was getting wet. The teen’s eyelids fluttered as her eyes rolled back intermittently. Rachel heard her sister moaning when she reached an orgasm. Her future had been sealed.

Rachel did the same with her brother and then moved on to her parent’s bedroom. When the worms were in place, deep within their victim’s skulls, Rachel turned on the ceiling lights to have a better view of the transformation. She stood by the bed and watched her mother’s eyes rolled back in rapture. Her father was also waving his hips back and forth, as if he was fucking the mattress. Rachel rubbed her pussy, excited by bizarre display.

Soon enough, Rachel’s mother let out a loud moan while her entire body jolted in bliss. Behind those blank eyes, her old life was disappearing forever. Whatever was important to her in the past was now irrelevant. The only thing that mattered was sex; reproduction, orgasms, more sex. It was not important when, where or with whom. Sex was everything.

Marlene’s moans were followed by Rachel’s. She had performed her instructions with precision and she had succeeded. Her entire family had been subdued quietly and efficiently. There would be no screaming in terror. No running out of the house to call the police. No danger. There would be only pleasure, like the one she was feeling right now. Rachel threw her head back and her pussy gushed.

***

Back in the present, Rachel’s face was mirroring the one in her memory. She remembered everything now, the savage ravishing, the huge tentacles, the incredibly irresistible pleasure.

Her legs trembled while her pussy twitched on empty. She was climaxing too!

When her orgasm subsided, Rachel’s limb body slipped to the floor. Her mind was spinning after learning the truth.

“As you can see Rachel, you made this happen. You were instructed to act normal after completing your mission but your mind must have gone too far and blocked everything out. Nonetheless, you did a great job.”

The astounded woman stared at the swinging phallus of the alien in front of her. How could she fit that huge thing in her body? How could it made her feel so good? Rachel was in a turmoil of mixed emotions. She had discovered true bliss but in the process, she had destroyed her family.

Rachel’s eyes filled with tears knowing that she was to blame for everything. She had put a worm in the brain of each member of her family and now they were like zombies; they were slaves to sex. However, the lingering tingling in her pussy and the renewed memories of mind-blowing bliss, compelled her to reach out and touch that huge phallus. Even though she didn’t have a worm in her own brain, she knew that after the overwhelming and joyous experience in the cave, she had become a sex slave too.

I remember now. I had this huge cock inside of me.

“No more wasting time. Introduce me to your family,” the alien commanded.

Inside the bedroom, oblivious to what was happening outside the door, Rachel’s family was still entangled in a wild orgy. Brad was fucking his mother while she licked Aliana’s pussy. Aliana was straddling her mother’s face while she leaned to her side, licking her father’s cock, getting ready to swallow it whole.

Rachel and the alien stepped into the room and approached the others. The alien was nervous. The males, Brad and Tom, may react violently when acknowledging his presence. The brain-worms increased their libido to irresistible limits but it didn’t take full control of their actions. The alien was not strong enough to resist an attack from both of them at the same time. This was the moment of truth.

Rachel watched the debauchery developing in front of her and she considered the situation. Everyone was feeling pleasure. Nobody was suffering. Maybe what she had done wasn’t so bad. Or maybe she was just making excuses to join the action. She was horny again.

The first one to see the alien was Aliana. She looked at his weird face, his awkward body and then at his enormous cock. She didn’t need to see anything else.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Aliana?” The alien asked, looking back at her.

Aliana stood up and approached the alien without a second thought. She was confused about the presence of this strange creature in the room but the expectation of having that phallus inside of her was stronger than any fear or any doubt.

“Yes… please fuck me,” she answered.

“Good girl. I’m going to make you cum like never before.”

Marlene and Tom also acknowledged the presence of the alien and neither of them reacted. Tom was happy to have his cock handled by his wife and the fact that there was a monster in the room was irrelevant.

Marlene’s body was bouncing back and forth on the mattress while her son pounded her pussy with enthusiasm, but she also became aware of the alien’s cock size. It was huge! After she laid eyes on it, she couldn’t look away. I want that cock inside of me.

Rachel saw her sister bending over in front of the alien, enticing him to penetrate her. She couldn’t avoid feeling a little jealous. She was hoping to get fucked immediately but unfortunately she was going to have to wait. He is going to fuck Aliana first.

Aliana felt the cold phallus sliding along the crack of her ass and wondered if she would be able to fit that enormous thing inside of her. She certainly was going to try.

The young woman screamed loudly when she felt the alien’s cock stretching her pussy lips and piercing her body deeper than she thought possible. Her belly bulged to make room as the tip of his cock breached her cervix and entered her womb. It was so overwhelming, yet she wanted more!

“You are tight like your sister, but she was able to take it and so will you,” the alien said.

Marlene dislodged her son’s cock from her pussy and lifted her torso to have a better view of the alien fucking her daughter. She could see the creature’s phallus through Aliana’s skin and it was evident how deep she was being penetrated. It was amazing!

Brad was trying to shove his cock back into his mother’s pussy but she was not cooperating anymore. Instead, she got off the bed and walk closer to Aliana and the alien.

While Marlene knelt of front of her daughter and caressed her bulging belly, Brad turned around to find Rachel standing beside him. Without thinking about it, he grabbed her sister’s breast. Rachel recoiled for a second but then looked down at her brother’s cock. It was erect and ready. Maybe she wouldn’t have to wait to get fucked after all.

Rachel was fully aware that fucking her brother was very wrong but she was so aroused that she didn’t care anymore. She tenderly grabbed Brad’s cock, still unaware that her father was approaching from behind.

Rachel shuddered and moaned when she felt her father’s hand slip beneath her panties and caress her soaked pussy lips. At the same time, Brad caressed her breasts and pinched her erect nipples. She gasped from the sudden rush of pleasure.

Yesterday she was freaking out about her brother and sister having sex and now she wanted nothing more than to feel Brad’s cock inside of her.

Without exchanging a single word, the trio was ready to begin a family sex session free of inhibitions. While her father lifted her slim body, Brad aligned his phallus at her vaginal entrance. Rachel’s heart was beating fast. She stared at her brother’s unfocused eyes. All this was so perverted and so exciting that she almost couldn’t wait for it.

Brad pushed his cock into his sister’s pussy, slowly and steadily. The young woman was so wet that the phallus slid without any resistance.

Her brother’s member didn’t feel nearly as good as the alien’s but Rachel moaned blissfully nonetheless. More so when she felt her father’s penis poking at her anus.

A moment later, Rachel was being double penetrated for the first time in her life. Her brother fucking her pussy and her father fucking her ass was something beyond her wildest dreams, yet here she was, bouncing in bliss between the two.

Rachel pictured herself in this same situation but instead of normal cocks, she imagined having two alien cocks inside of her. Her pussy twitched hard and she almost climaxed at the thought.

Meanwhile, Aliana’s body was shivering wildly and her eyes were rolling back in bliss. The large cock of the alien had been too much for her and she reached an orgasm faster than expected. Marlene looked at her daughter with envy while rubbing her pussy with uncontrollable need.

She is so lucky to have that huge cock inside of her. Marlene thought, waiting for her turn.

Aliana was almost unconscious but the alien kept pounding her pussy with the same urgency. The air was pushed out of the teen’s lungs after every forceful thrust while a stream of drool hung from her lower lip and swayed back and forth before falling to the floor.

“Don’t loose consciousness. We are not done yet,” the alien commanded.

Marlene’s motherly instincts kicked in and she helped her daughter remain upright while saying words of encouragement. “You can do this, baby. You can take more of this wonderful cock.”

But Aliana wasn’t listening anymore. Her body was still shivering but her mind had shutdown from over-stimulation. The alien decided to place the unresponsive teen face down on the bed and continue the ravaging.

At that moment, a second alien entered the room…

Both Marlene and the first alien turned their heads to look at him. For a moment, Marlene was startled. The fact that there were green monsters invading her house was finally kicking in. But then she looked at the creature’s cock, just as big as the other one, and her pussy twitched hard. This reminded her that those cocks were the only thing that mattered.

“Where were you? You were supposed to be here hours ago. They are ready for transport,” the first alien said, while pounding at the teen’s pussy.

“I was busy transporting another family from sector 734. I can see this group is being subdued,” said the arriving creature.

“Yes, they all are in sexual overdrive induced by the parasites, except the pivot subject. She is very compliant though.”

Marlene ignored whatever the creatures were saying and she fell to her knees in front of the new arrival. She boldly grabbed his cock and started licking it, unable to resist one more second or to ask for permission.

“Wow! This female is very enthusiastic,” the second alien exclaimed.

“Yes, this one here was the same until she fell unconscious. The parasites make wonders in their libido.”

The new alien was happily surprised by this and decided that the transportation could wait. Human females were one of his favorite species as sex partners.

Marlene admired the size and length of the phallus while she licked the tip. She wanted to swallow it whole even though it appeared to be an impossible task.

But the fact that the alien’s phallus was spongy enough and her resolution was absolute, Marlene started swallowing and didn’t stop until she managed to shove the entire cock down her throat!

The alien fucked her mouth for a couple of minutes and that was enough to send her over the edge. Marlene’s muffled moans escaped through her stretched lips while her pussy gushed abundantly. She didn’t know until today that it was possible to reach climax while giving a blowjob.

Marlene recovered quickly from her orgasm and laid back on the carpet with her legs spread wide. The alien looked down at her and wondered if this curvaceous human would be able to take his entire cock. Marlene had no doubts whatsoever.

“You really want my cock, don’t you?” the alien asked rhetorically.

The alien knelt between the woman’s legs and aimed his phallus at her pussy. Deep within her mind, Marlene suspected that this otherworldly fuck was going to be the first one of many. She was going to enjoy hundreds more, maybe thousands, or hundreds of thousand, and this thought made her arousal spike even more.

“Are you ready, breeder?”

“Yes! Please fuck me!”

Her life as she knew it was coming to an end and she couldn’t care less. All she wanted was that cock inside of her.

The alien shoved his cock as deep as possible. Then pulled back a few centimeters and pushed back in. Marlene screamed in bliss loud enough to be heard outside the house. As they began to get a rhythm, her moans mixed with the sexual sounds coming from around the room. The squelching sound of Aliana’s pussy being pumped from behind; the slapping noises of Rachel’s ass-cheeks and pelvis as her father and brother pumped her from both sides. It was a surreal scene.

After a while, the first alien made a grunting sound as he reached climax too. He ejaculated deep inside Aliana’s body until it was full to the brim and the sperm squeezed between her stretched pussy lips.

As if they had a mental connection, Tom and Brad reached climax at the same time. Rachel felt both cocks pulsating in her holes while hot fluid spread within her sensitive inner walls.

Influenced by the parasites, the two guys ejaculated more sperm than they had done ever before.

Tired and satisfied, the first alien turned around just in time to see Marlene bucking wildly on the floor as her second orgasm exploded across her curvy body and subjugated mind. The spastic contractions of her pussy felt so good around her mate’s cock that he reached climax as well, filling her womb with his seed.

A moment later, the room was quiet again except from the two aliens talking with each other…

The first alien pulled Rachel close to him, confident that Tom and Brad were completely docile. “I’ll take this one with me. You take the other females to the breeding ship.”

“What about the males? I can’t take them by force.”

“You don’t have to. The females will follow your cock and the males will follow the females.”

The time for Rachel’s family on Earth was over.

***

The next day, Rachel was standing beside her new lover, who laid in some sort of bed with his large, erect cock pointing upwards. The large panoramic window made it very clear that they were traveling through space, yet it was still very difficult for the young woman to believe that this wasn’t just a dream. So much had changed in the course of a few hours. The effect of the alien’s blue light had completely worn off and Rachel’s mind was clear, which made the recent events even more confusing. The only thing that Rachel knew for certain was her undeniable arousal and that she wanted the alien’s huge greenish phallus inside of her one more time.

“Come on darling, you know you want it.”

Rachel thought about it for a moment. If all this was a dream, then it would be a delightfully strange wet dream. And if this was real; if this was really happening, then she had no choice. She had to let the alien fuck her whether she wanted it or not. At least she told herself that to feel better, because the truth was that Rachel’s pussy was burning hot and she couldn’t wait one more second to sit on that big, fat cock.

His cock is so big. It drives me insane. Rachel thought, staring at the waiting phallus.

The excited woman straddled the alien, positioned the phallus at her vaginal entrance and slowly moved her hips down, letting it stretch her cavity to the limit, touching nerves that she didn’t know she had. The last time that cock was inside of her, she had been deeply enthralled but now, with her mind crystal clear, it was a very different experience and even more enjoyable.

Rachel’s knees touched the table when the huge cock reached bottom. The astounded woman stayed immobile for a moment, feeling stuffed beyond belief. After the initial shock, she started bouncing up and down, slowly at first, then faster. While she waved her hips sensually, it occurred to her that the alien was not doing anything to make this happen. It was all her. She impaled herself on his cock and she was the one fucking him, not the other way around.

When did I became such a slut? I don’t care. I want to feel like this forever.

The alien was happy and a little surprised about how the situation was developing. It was not the first time he had abducted a human female but it usually took more convincing to make them breeding partners. But not Rachel. It was like she had been waiting for this her entire life.

Rachel felt something poking at her ass. When she turned her head and saw another alien behind her, the woman’s heart jolted hard and her pussy started twitching like crazy. She remembered picturing this the day before, when her father and brother double-penetrated her. Now it was coming true, as if this was her true destiny; being fucked in every hole at the same time for all eternity.

Oh, God!

The second phallus was not even half way inside of her when Rachel reached an orgasm. Her pussy and ass clutched both cocks in spastic contractions while her body shivered violently. Nonetheless, unlike her excitable sister, she did her best to remain conscious and enjoy this bliss for as long as possible.

The alien below felt Rachel’s pussy twitching and started pumping faster, trying to prolong her climax. The alien penetrating her ass, regardless of her uncontrollable shuddering, kept pushing in until his cock couldn’t go any further.

A few minutes later, when her orgasm subsided, Rachel could already feel another one building within her loins. This was becoming the best fuck of her life and it was just starting. A subtle smile formed on Rachel’s lips when she visualized what the future had in store for her.

The trio kept fucking for a long time, during which Rachel thought about her family. Will she ever see them again? Was her mother and sister enjoying this change as much as she was? What about her father and Brad? She hadn’t seen any female-aliens around. What would become of them?

She had hundreds of questions, but all them were forgotten the moment her next orgasm overwhelmed her body and mind.

The end.

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

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Pretty long. A girl finally acts on an long time fantasy.

“You think we got enough to drink babe?” Stephanie asked as she looked at the liquor bottles that littered the kitchen table. One large bottle of Smirnoff Green Apple Vodka sat at the center. A smaller bottle of Watermelon Smirnoff beside it. Both of them surrounded by six bottles of Stephanie’s liquor of choice, Passion Fruit Passoa. Just past the liquor, Mason sat three gallons of Orange Juice and two bottle of Sierra Mist for them to use for the mixers they had found so enjoyable since they started drinking just a few years prior.

“I know, I went a little crazy on the alcohol, but you can never really have too much right? Just enough for the next time.” Mason answered joking as he wrapped his arms around Stephanie’s waist and pressed his lips to the back of her neck. The kiss served to calm her nerves momentarily, but mere seconds passed before the butterflies returned to her stomach.

The events to come ran through her mind over and over, she knew she had asked for this but still she worried. Stephanie had known for a while that she found women attractive, looking at them in magazines and movies had long served as a method to get her into the mood for sex. But that sex had always been of the heterosexual variety, and more importantly always been with Mason. She knew that Mason liked to see two girls do things, something evident from the small collection of pornographic films he had collected on his computer. But the idea of her and a girl had seldom crossed her mind.

She used to think that it was something just wrong, and far too weird to try. But ever since Mason had put voice to his fantasy of seeing it happen, she had opened up to the idea. Each time they talked about it the thought grew in her mind, reaching a point where she even started having dreams about her first lesbian encounter. Sometimes she still felt that it was weird, and even wrong, but still she couldn’t help but fantasize about the possibility of sharing a lustful night with another woman.

Eventually it got to a point where her conscious mind would leave her no choice but to think about it. These times were often instigated by things that Mason would say or do, but still she would find the embrace of a woman at the forefront of her mind. Eventually, the dream took on a life of its own in her mind and she realized that it was something she wanted to try for real. Even if only once, just to see how she liked it, if she liked it.

Then the problem arose. Stephanie, before she had her four children, had trouble believing Mason when he said she was beautiful. But after having her children, and putting on some mommy weight in the process, she was confident that no one would find her truly attractive. Sometimes she even thought that Mason didn’t find her attractive anymore. Worse than that, was that she knew plenty of girls that liked girls and were quite open about it, but never had she found any of them attractive.

She wanted to try, partly to satisfy Mason’s desire to see it and partly to satisfy the urges that snuck into her mind over the years, but not with someone she didn’t find visually appealing. Even if she did find someone attractive and willing, she worried that whoever it was would try to become more than just friends. Obviously she was talking about sex with another woman, but she didn’t want to let her and Mason’s fantasy effect their relationship. She was his, and he was hers, she had no intention of changing that.

She found herself thinking that she would never be able to act on the urge, never would she be able to find someone that met her criteria. Never would she find a woman that was both attractive and willing, and okay with being no more than essentially a booty call. But that had all changed recently. One conversation Mason had with someone that had long been absent from their lives, refueled his desire to see Stephanie with another woman. And when she randomly appeared in one of Stephanie’s lustful dreams, they both knew that it had to mean something.

Aria, longtime girlfriend to Mason’s cousin, and mother of his five children, had been known to be a somewhat explorative woman in her sexual past. Thanks to Mason’s cousin, they were aware that she often found herself attracted to women and enjoyed the lustful nights she had spent with girls in her past. When Aria texted Mason, for the first time in more than a month, on the very day that Stephanie had told him of a particularly lusty dream she had involving the two of them sharing a hot lesbian encounter, Stephanie and Mason both knew this was their chance to fulfill a fantasy they had both long talked about.

Aria, being an outwardly sexual person, was easy to talk to about the situation, and was eager to be Stephanie’s first lesbian lover once the opportunity was presented. Mason and her talked a bit about what Stephanie had seen in her dream, and Aria was convinced that the time was right for Stephanie to act out her fantasy. Finally, an attractive and willing participant had become available, and to Stephanie’s surprise, she felt more comfortable with the idea than she ever had before. Until it was going to happen that is.

They had arranged a night for Aria to come over. Making sure neither of them had to work the following morning so they didn’t have to worry about calling it a night early. Stephanie had suggested involving some drinks to help her loosen up throughout the night, so Mason went a little crazy at the liquor store. Holding his arms around her, Mason could feel her worry in the stiffness in her body. “Everything will be fine babe.” he said before kissing her neck again.

Stephanie’s eyes drifted shut at his kiss, but her mind continued to race. “I’m worried.” she said as she turned to face him. “What if I don’t like it? Or if I’m not good at….you know…. Pleasuring her.” she asked looking into her lovers eyes.

“First off, if you don’t like it, then it’s not something that ever has to happen again. But honestly, I doubt you won’t like it. I mean, you’re dreaming about this and waking up, not disgusted at the idea, but horny and wanting to try it. Your subconscious mind, which is what controls how you perceive pleasure, is telling you that it wants this. It’s not often that your subconscious tricks itself. What’s happening is your conscious mind is worrying, and over thinking this whole thing. It’s like Aria said, it’s just sex, if you enjoy sex any other day, then you’ll enjoy it tonight. Second, as for the whole not being good at it. Of course you won’t be great at it, you’ve never done it before, but lucky you, you’re going to experience this with a girl who knows what she’s doing. She will show you how to make a woman feel better than I have ever made you feel, and then she’ll walk you through it a little while you try to return the favor.” Mason said before kissing her lips. “In the end, you’ll still be you. Maybe this is something you’ll love and want more of soon, maybe it’s something you’ll like and be willing to do again sometime, and maybe it’s something you won’t like and this will be the last time you ever do it. I know this started out as something you were going to do for me, but we both know that it developed into something that you fantasize about yourself now. Don’t you owe it to yourself to try it, so you don’t go through life wondering how it would’ve been?”

Stephanie rested her head against Mason’s, their noses rubbing against each others as she processed what he had said. “You’re right babe. I do want this, and I’m sure my nerves will ease up throughout the night. I’m gonna do it, not only for you, but for me too.” she said. She leaned in for a kiss but was interrupted by a knock at the door. Knowing that it was Aria, she felt her nerves start to grow more intense.

“You want me to answer it?” Mason asked.

“No. I’ll get it.” Stephanie answered. She then broke from their embrace and walked to the living room. She stood there, staring at the door for a minute as her mind ran over the fantasies she had about this night. Ever since Mason told her Aria wanted to be a part of their fantasy, her mind had gone into overdrive trying to figure out exactly how this would happen. Stephanie was snapped back to reality by a second knock at the door, and immediately reached for the handle.

As the door opened, Stephanie looked over Aria for the first time thinking of her not as a friend or acquaintance, or even as Joe’s girlfriend, but as a lover. Someone with whom she would experience a lust she had so often fantasized about. Aria had dressed her best for the night, wearing a tight black shirt that accented her assets beautifully. It wasn’t until this moment that Stephanie fully realized how much she was attracted to the female figure. A mere inch of skin was visible below her shirt before the her tight blue jeans caught Stephanie’s eye. The jeans allowed her to move freely, but placed her hips and thighs on full display.

“Are you gonna invite me in?” Aria said with a smile. It wasn’t until this point that Stephanie realized she hadn’t yet looked at Aria’s face. How could it be? She had never been with a woman but in that moment, when her eyes first found Aria’s body, she had looked her over like she was no more than an object of her sexual desires. Finally making eye contact, Stephanie smiled and stepped to the side to let Aria enter the apartment.

Just as Mason walked into the living room, Aria stepped through the door and placed her hands on the sides of Stephanie’s face. Mason’s jaw dropped as he watched her lean in and press her lips against his girlfriends.

Stephanie hadn’t expected the kiss, and almost pulled away before Aria could reach her lips, but now, standing there with a woman’s lips pressed against hers, she felt the heat rise in her body. When Aria’s tongue gently brushed against her lips, Stephanie instinctively allowed them to part and started to kiss her back. Stephanie had kissed Mason thousands of times in her life, but somehow this kiss stood as the hottest she could ever recall. Never had a simple kiss made her feel so moist, but she quickly realized the wetness growing in her panties.

As the kiss went on, Stephanie raised her hands up to hold Aria in her arms. Mason watched on as his girl embraced another woman in what was the single hottest moment he had ever witnessed. Mere seconds felt like hours as the girls tongues explored each others mouths. Then, as suddenly as the kiss had started, it stopped. Aria and Stephanie remained locked in each others embrace, their faces only an inch apart. “Did you like it?” Aria asked as she looked into Stephanie’s eyes.

Short of breath from the excitement, Stephanie struggled to find the voice to answer. “Y..ye..yes.” she finally said with a deep breath in and out.

“Good.” Aria said before kissing Stephanie once more. The second kiss, just a pec like two friends would share, but still it set Stephanie on fire from within. “Let’s hang out a bit, see where the night takes us.” she said as she took Stephanie’s hand and walked over to the couch.

With the girls sitting together on the couch, Mason rattled off the drinks they had and took orders from them. Stephanie, as expected, wanted a mixed drink, two thirds Orange Juice with one third Passoa. Aria said she didn’t care, but was hoping they could all start with a shot. Steph was never big on shots, but the way she was feeling about the kiss blinded her judgement and she instantly agreed. Stephanie had wanted to start with a couple game of cards, so she grabbed Aria’s hand and got up and walked out to the kitchen with Mason.

As the girls took their seats and got the cards ready, Mason made the three mixers and poured out three shots of the watermelon Vodka. Once he sat down, Aria held up her shot and the three of them tapped their glasses together before pouring the alcohol down their throats and thus beginning the wildest night of Mason and Stephanie’s life.

The game of choice, as often was the case, ended up being Asshole. Aria won the first game, and throughout the second repeatedly enforced the power of her presidency by making Stephanie and Mason drink more so they had to keep up with her. Mason won the second game and decided to return the favor, trying to find Aria’s breaking point throughout the third. When he won the third, Mason realized that one more consecutive win would allow him to create a rule for the remainder of the night.

During the fourth game, he dropped a card and when he bent down to get it noticed Aria and Stephanie rubbing each others thighs. The sight more than he had expected at that point, sent pulsing sensations through his body, resulting in him having to adjust his pants multiple times throughout the game. As the game continued on, he caught Stephanie and Aria staring at each other several times, rolling their eyes and occasionally biting their lips. Finally Mason saw his opening. He tossed a ten of clubs onto the table and held the two of hearts in the air, signaling his third consecutive victory.

Stephanie knew how Mason’s mind worked. Normally she would’ve dreaded whatever rule he had up his sleeve, but not tonight. No, tonight her panties got a little more wet as she watched his cards dwindle down in his hand. She had even had an opportunity to stop him by throwing down the two nines in her hand and take control of the game, but chose not too. She accurately assumed his rule would somehow move them closer to the bedroom. But to her, it was just closer to what she had wanted since Aria walked in the house and kissed her so passionately.

“Alright Mason, let’s hear it.” Aria said as she dropped her cards to the table and returned her hand to Stephanie’s thigh.

“Alright, my rule is….” Mason said as he stood up and downed the rest of his third drink. “You two have to continue the game without your shirts.”. He hadn’t wanted to force the situation too much and thought pushing for them to move to the bedroom was a little bit more than Steph was ready for.

Stephanie was surprised, but felt sad that he hadn’t suggested more. She figured he would have at least made them kiss again, something she knew she wanted after the first time. “Whatever” she thought to herself. “We have all night” she said to herself as she grabbed the bottom of her shirt.

“That’s it Mason?” Aria said. “No shirts? I think you can do better than that… Why not make us go full topless?”

Mason was stunned by the question. He knew he wanted it to go their, but worried how Stephanie would react if he made the suggestion. Slowly he turned his gaze to her, silently asking if it was okay. Stephanie found herself surprised again.

Normally she would be adamantly against the idea, but between the kiss and the massage her thigh had been receiving she almost felt relief that something more sexual had finally been suggested. She knew that just being topless wasn’t entirely sexual, but the way the night was going so far she was certain it would lead to more. “I’m cool with it, but if we’re going topless we should probably go in the room.” she said trying to conceal her desire and replace it with logic. Little did she know, there was no need for her it hide her intent, something she realized when Mason and Aria nearly jumped out their seats at her suggestion.

Mason climbed on the bed and tried to deal out another hand of cards while Stephanie took off her shirts and Aria hopped on the computer to turn on Pandora. With some mood music playing, she turned around to find Stephanie just tossing her shirt to Mason. Stephanie’s eyes widened as she felt Aria’s fingers grab the clasp to her bra. She stood motionless as Aria unclasped it and grabbed the straps. The feeling of Aria’s fingers running over her skin as she pulled the straps off of her shoulder sent shivers through her body. Her bra dropped to the floor and Aria stepped up behind her.

Stephanie could feel the warmth of Aria’s body as the bare skin of her breasts pressed against her back. Aria ran one hand up Stephanie’s body and cupped her right breast, paying extra attention to her nipple as her other hand slid down in front of the beautiful red head. Even over her jeans, the feeling of Aria’s fingers rubbing her pussy drive Stephanie wild. Her eyes closed and her head tilted back as the pleasure began to build deep inside of her. “Let’s play.” Aria said as she let go of Stephanie’s nipple and slid her hand away from her wanting pussy.

Not realizing what had happened, Mason picked up his cards and started to organize the, as the girls climbed onto the bed. Then, in front of his eyes, he watched as Stephanie laid down on her back and Aria climbed over her. Their lips pressed against each other and Stephanie finally got the second kiss she had wanted so bad. Their tongues mingled for only a few moments before Aria started to lower herself down the bed, kissing Stephanie’s neck and chest before taking one of her nipples into her mouth.

The sensations were incredible, even though she had experienced the same thing with Mason many times before, the fact that it was with a woman this time literally made it feel soo much better. Aria released Stephanie’s nipple from her lips and slowly kissed her way over to the other, making sure they got equal attention. With Steph’s body rising hi with every breath, Aria began kissing her way down her body. She slipped her fingers between Stephanie’s skin and her jeans and slowly pulled them down her legs. It wasn’t until then that Stephanie realized she had unbuttoned them while she rubbed her pussy before they climbed in the bed.

Aria stood up on the bed, her legs spread over Stephanie’s body and reached for the button to her jeans. Wanting to see the rest of the beautiful woman she was so passionately kissing minutes before, Stephanie lifted herself up to a seated position and took grabbed Aria’s jeans, slowly pulling them down to reveal her black panties. Aria lifted her legs to step out of the jeans and Stephanie tossed them off the bed.

Aria lowered herself back down to the bed and ran her lips and tongue down Stephanie’s thigh. Slowly kissing her way down Stephanie’s thigh, she stopped just over her moist panties and rubbed her lips over Stephanie’s mound. Stephanie’s body shook as pleasure shot through her body from the teasing she was receiving from her lesbian lover. Seeing Steph’s reaction, Aria grabbed her panties as she had her jeans just moments before, and kissed her way back up her other thigh as she pulled them off.

With Stephanie’s smooth, shaved pussy in front of her, Aria couldn’t resist leaning in to kiss the flower petal lips of her lovers most secret of places. Stephanie had always enjoyed getting her pussy licked, but knowing it was a woman, and having her anticipation built up throughout the night made it better than she had ever dreamed it would be. The feeling of the first contact was so intense she felt like she might cum right then and there, but managed to suppress the urge so she could prolong her pleasure.

“Tell me you want it.” Aria said as she looked up to Stephanie’s face.

“Oh I want it.” Stephanie said with a moan as she rubbed her hand through Aria’s hair and gently moved her head toward her pussy.

Aria needed no further encouragement and began lightly tracing Stephanie’s pussy lips with the tip of her tongue. She slowly licked her way up towards Stephanie’s clit making her moan with anticipation, before stopping and going back down to slide her tongue into Stephanie’s moist opening. Hearing the pleasure Stephanie was experiencing was too much for her, and she found herself sliding one hand into her panties. She continued on like this, tongue fucking Stephanie’s pussy while she slid a finger in and out of her own.

The feeling of a tongue sliding in and out of her pussy drove her wild, making her moan and clench the bed sheets in her fists. Sensing she was close to cumming, Aria slowly slid her tongue up Stephanie’s slit and started flicking it back and forth over her firm clit. With Steph’s body rocking from the pleasure, Aria slid a finger inside her pussy and curled it up so she could rub the soft tissue that she knew would drive Steph crazy. Stephanie’s body began shaking as she finally gave in to her desire to cum on Aria’s tongue and finger.

A few seconds passed and Stephanie’s shaking slowly stopped. Once in control of herself, she grabbed Aria’s cheeks and lightly pulled her up on top of her. Who knows if it was the heat of the moment, or the alcohol that made her do it, but she pulled Aria’s face to her and kissed her passionately, absent any care that her own juices were on Aria’s tongue. Mason moved out of the way as he saw Stephanie roll over reversing hers and Aria’s positions on the bed. He watched with incredible excitement as his lover prepared to explore a woman’s body for the first time.

Hovering above Aria’s nearly naked body, Stephanie’s nerves came back in full force. Unlike Aria, she had never done anything to a woman and wasn’t sure exactly what to do, but knew she wanted to try and make Aria feel as good as she had made her feel. Seeing her nervousness Aria placed one hand on her cheek and looked into her eyes. “You’re gonna be fine. Just do to me, whatever you like done to you. Anything Mason does to you, anything I did to you. It’s called experimenting for a reason, you just try stuff and see how it works.” she said.

Calmed by her words, Stephanie leaned in and kissed her lips once more. From her lips, she gently kissed her way down her neck, just as Mason often did to her, and as Aria had moments ago. She ran her tongue over Aria’s bare chest and made out with her skin, sucking enough to leave a small red hickey as she moved toward her nipple. Taking Aria’s nipple in her mouth, Stephanie ran her tongue all over it, licking every square inch of her rose colored areola. Aria moaned from the pleasure and somehow it caused a change in Stephanie. The thought of her maki a woman feel good enough to moan took over her, and she began sucking at Aria’s nipple with an added desire to make a woman cum for the first time.

Stephanie released Aria’s nipple only to go right are the opposite one, trying to explore as much of the female anatomy as she could. How could she have waited so long to act on this? She thought to herself that even though she denied it, she kinda always knew she liked girls. She knew she had wanted this, and Mason had never really hid his desire to see it happen. She thought that she was lucky she had a man that wanted to involve another girl strictly for her satisfaction, and not for a way to cheat with permission. She turned to see Mason struggling to conceal his excitement as he watched her enjoy a woman’s body for the first time.

Slowly, she kissed her way down Aria’s body, across her stomach and down to her mound. She waisted no time with thigh kissing and immediately grabbed the waistband of Aria’s panties. Only seconds passed before Aria was completely naked and Stephanie was staring at a beautiful shaved pussy. She still felt nervous but felt like it was something she owed not only to Aria, but to herself as well. She looked up to Aria, who nodded her head signaling her desire for Stephanie to continue. A quick look to Mason and she knew that he had waited all night, and much longer to see this happen.

She leaned toward Aria’s pussy and slowly parted her lips. Planting them onto the moist lips of Aria’s love canal, Stephanie felt a moist feeling return to her own pussy. A couple soft kisses and she thought to herself that it wasn’t bad like she had feared. It kinda felt like kissing Aria on the mouth, just more wet and naughty. She kissed a couple more times, and then slowly extended her tongue towards the first pussy she had ever seen up close.

Stephanie ran her tongue up and down Aria’s slit, licking her lips and clit and everywhere between. Aria’s moans became louder and the sound of them set Stephanie on fire. She started sliding her tongue in and out of Aria’s pussy as Aria had hers earlier and felt the same desire Aria had to reach down and rub her own pussy while she ate out the beauty in front of her. Stephanie mirrored Aria’s licking from earlier and slid her tongue up to her clit while sliding one finger into her hole and rubbing Aria’s gspot to make sure she came hard.

The pleasure too much for her, Aria moaned loud and pulled Stephanie’s head against her pussy. “Oh yea.” she said as her breathing became more erratic. “Oh it feels so good.” she said as Stephanie licked her clit over and over. “Oh Stephanie..” she said. Hearing a girl moan her name drove Steph wild and she started licking Aria’s clit as fast as she could. “Oh I’m…. Gonna…cum!” Aria shouted as she exploded with pleasure. Stephanie had worried about what it would taste like when Aria came, if she was able to make her cum, but fund her worries unwarranted. A sweet nectar ran down Aria’s pussy and onto Stephanie’s tongue, filling her with a proud feeling knowing she could make a girl feel so good.

She climbed up beside Aria and laid down with her. As they cuddled with each other, Stephanie signaled for Mason to join them. Slowly, he climbed into the bed and laid beside Stephanie, sandwiching her between him and Aria. “Thank you for this. I love you so much.” he whispered to her as he wrapped one arm around her naked body. Together, the three of them all drifted asleep.

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This is the third of seven parallel and related stories; they work best if read in sequence. To find the other chapters, follow the author link above. These stories are fiction, and all places and characters are invented.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2010

It is the annual alumni reunion event at the Lauderton High School, which they hold in the large gymnasium in the main school building. The events in these stories take place at various times during the evening, and to different characters; they are not chapters of the same story, but a series of separate takes. We are the invisible camera, panning around the scene and then zooming in for a close-up …

TAKE THREE

Moira McIver, the Principal of the school, had been standing near the entrance to the gym for more than two hours, welcoming guests to the reunion. However, she knew hardly any of them, as it had only been two years since her appointment to the post. She was a smart and ambitious career woman who had made a name for herself as the enterprising Vice-Principal of a struggling high school in a nearby town, and her charisma and vision had resulted in her being chosen as the new Principal over more experienced candidates, at the age of only thirty-six. She was now thirty-eight, brisk, energetic and capable; she was single and seemed to be entirely focused on the job, working long hours and on the weekends as well.

The room was warm, and the Principal was feeling uncomfortable in her smart two-piece suit of a double-breasted three-button jacket and a short tight skirt with a back vent, in navy blue with quite bold pinstripes of alternating white and grey. She was glad that on this slightly sticky summer evening she had decided not to wear tights or stockings; on her feet were a rather stylish pair of gold open-toe shoes with three-inch heels to boost her height – the reason for this being that Moira was fairly short, at only five feet three inches. One consequence of her more diminutive stature was that it drew even more attention to the prominence of her bust. She had always had very large breasts, which she regarded more as a curse than a blessing: not only did they encourage unwanted propositions from men, but even with carefully-chosen bras that had wide shoulder straps and broad supportive backbands, after standing for some time she always began to ache in the back and shoulders. On top of this, she was getting a headache from the loud buzz of conversation, or possibly because she had drunk a glass or two more of the fizzy white wine than she really should have. The Principal took off her brown-framed glasses to rub the bridge of her nose for a few seconds, and then replaced them and glanced once more around the room.

The evening was beginning to wind down. Moira was pleased to see that most of the teaching staff were still present and circulating amongst the guests, although a few had left – she had noticed Sally Henrikson earlier but couldn’t spot her now, and Ted Winchester and Raquel Fuentes also seemed to have disappeared. Neither of the latter surprised her: she knew that the Hispanic woman found these events to be rather a trial, whilst Ted’s wife was shortly expecting their first baby and Moira had not been sure that he would be able to attend at all. Across the room, the Principal observed the school’s most senior teacher, grey-haired and stately Eugenia Dawson, talking with middle-aged couples who must have graduated twenty-five or more years before – in fact, she noticed several who now had sons and daughters at the school. Moira observed an amusing contrast with a smile: from her angle of view, the school’s youngest teacher – a very noticeable figure in an eye-catching red halterneck dress of a brevity perhaps more suited to dancing in a club than an event like this – was visible almost next to Eugenia, although they were actually some distance apart. Elsewhere, the energetic Jenny Neustein was still much in evidence; together with the Vice-Principal, she had undertaken the task of organising the event, arranging the catering and the student helpers, and so on. Moira made a point of having a word to thank her for her efforts, as everything had gone very well.

The Principal turned as her deputy, Jacquelyn Drake, approached and handed her another glass of the bubbly white wine. Moira smiled her thanks, although in truth she was not quite sure of how well-disposed the woman felt towards her. Jacquelyn was a few years older, having just turned forty-three, and she had already served as Vice-Principal for nearly four years when Mr Robertson had announced his retirement. Although a little uninspiring, she was an efficient administrator and naturally had been a strong candidate for the vacancy. Moira thought that she could not have been happy about being passed over for a younger woman, but if that was the case then Jacquelyn had hidden her feelings well, and never hinted at any resentment towards her. Their working relationship had been perhaps a little distant and formal, but very professional; of course, Moira could not know that this was going to change completely that very evening.

Although there was a slight thickening around her waist, Jacquelyn Drake had kept her figure trim over the years from a combination of regular work-outs and a careful, healthy diet. There were slight lines around her mouth and, if you looked closely, faint crow’s feet at the corners of her eyes, but her skin was smooth, pink and youthful, and at first glance most people would have guessed her age as being in the mid-30s rather than approaching the mid-40s. Her hair was a soft brown colour, not quite as fair as it had once been, and was attractively styled in a wave across her forehead and neatly-shaped to below the ears; it framed her well-proportioned features and highlighted her clear grey eyes. Her breasts were still shapely and had very little sag (she was proud that she could still pass the ‘pencil test’); they were snugly held in her 32C bra. For this evening, she was wearing one of her smartest suits: it was in a dark and sober shade of red, with a longish straight jacket and a pencil skirt than came to a little below the knees and just overlapped the top of her smart black leather boots. She wore a black silk blouse under the suit jacket; the simple alternating contrasts of red and black were very effective, and were further highlighted by her accessories of plain gold chain necklace, bangles and wrist-watch. Jacquelyn was a perfectly proper and professional sight, but by no means prim – her slightly austere good looks, trim figure and arresting combination of boots and suit had turned a few interested eyes her way during the evening – and not all of them male.

The Principal did not notice how carefully Jacquelyn watched as she emptied her glass, and was completely unaware that her drink had been spiked with a tasteless powdered sleeping draught. It was a product which had been withdrawn from sale after publicity about its potent knock-out effects when combined with alcohol – especially any fizzy wine, as the bubbles carried it more rapidly into the bloodstream. The chance of already possessing a box of this had been the germination of Jacquelyn’s plan so many months ago, and she had been patiently awaiting this opportunity to put it into effect. She watched her superior carefully, and was soon rewarded as Moira quite suddenly began to feel light-headed and dizzy. The full-busted woman staggered slightly and had put a hand out against the nearby table to stop herself from falling over, and at once Jacquelyn solicitously enquired, in all apparent surprise and innocence, if the Principal was feeling all right?

‘No, I’m sorry, Jacquelyn, I don’t feel good at all,’ answered Moira with some effort, ‘I think the wine’s gone to my head, or something – in fact, I feel like I might pass out.’

At once, Jacquelyn stepped in with her customary brisk efficiency. ‘We can’t have that happen in here, in front of everyone – it will set all the tongues wagging. Anyway, it’s nearly over – I’ll take you home, you’re not in a fit state to drive safely.’

Moira started to protest, but the room swam in front of her eyes, and she realised that her deputy was certainly right – how kind of her to take this trouble.

Jacquelyn spoke quickly to Jenny Neustein, explaining that the Principal was feeling unwell and she would see her home, if Jenny could manage things here and deal with the clearing up. The younger teacher cheerfully replied that it would be no problem, she had enough student helpers to make quick work of it, and she would make sure all the lights were switched off and the building was safely locked up.

By now, the sleeping potion was having more effect as it mixed with the alcohol that Moira had drunk earlier, and she was looking glazed and feeling quite disoriented. Why was she in this place and who were all these people, she wondered? Jacquelyn took her by the elbow, and steered her unobtrusively out of the side door into a deserted corridor. At one point, Moira stumbled and would have fallen, but Jacquelyn, who was both taller and stronger, put an arm around her shoulders and held her up. The deputy steered them to the Principal’s office, unlocking the door with the keys from Moira’s handbag and then carefully re-locking it behind them. Jacquelyn sat the almost comatose woman in the executive-style chair behind the desk, letting Moira’s head loll against its high back. She unpinned the Principal’s long brown hair and let it tumble in some disarray around her shoulders, and then for safety she removed Moira’s glasses and put them away in the younger woman’s bag. Jacquelyn contemplated the inert form of her superior with evident satisfaction – she had long waited and planned for this moment, and intended to savour every second of it.

From her own copious bag, Jacquelyn produced a good-quality digital camera which was capable of taking clear pictures indoors without having to use flash. She started with a couple of shots of the fully-dressed Principal slumped in her chair, with her hair dishevelled. The appearance that she had been found in a drunken stupor was confirmed by the half-empty whisky bottle which Jacquelyn had also brought with her, and which she positioned on the desk with a partly-filled glass next to the Principal’s right hand. This was her insurance policy, a blackmail leverage should the sleeping drug wear off too soon, or the Principal later recall the evening’s events with too much clarity.

Jacquelyn shrugged off her own jacket, putting it out of view on a chair near the door, and then she eased Moira’s arms out of her pinstripe suit jacket and removed that as well. The Principal had not needed to wear a top underneath this, and so her large and heavy breasts were revealed in all their splendour – although her bra band size was probably only a 30, she had to be a F cup at the least and quite probably a G. Jacquelyn felt herself becoming warm and excited, a bit damp between the legs, as she gazed admiringly at the Principal’s superb pair of tits, which were still very firm, shapely and smooth-skinned for a woman who was approaching forty years of age. They were encased in an underwired full-cup bra, white with yellow trimming; its wide straps, central panel and broad backband were essential buttressing support.

Standing behind the chair, Jacquelyn began by massaging the younger woman’s shoulders gently and sensuously. Moira stirred and shifted slightly, her eyes still closed, and she gave a murmuring sound of relaxation and pleasure. It was all the encouragement that Jacquelyn needed, and she slid her hands down to cup and stroke the Principal’s huge ripe breasts, working around the nipples and then gently squeezing them through the fabric of her bra. Although drugged, Moira’s body responded as she stretched her back, thrusting her mountainous mammaries upwards and forwards, and parted her thighs. ‘You fucking slut,’ thought Jacquelyn in vindictive triumph, ‘I knew it, you cunt, you’re mine now, I own you and I’ll have you.’

For a while, Jacquelyn left Moira’s breasts in the brassiere cups as she stroked them, but then she slipped a hand in underneath and scooped them out to flop over on top. Admiring the resulting pose, the Vice-Principal took several more pictures – although these, and the others to follow, were more for her later private pleasure and masturbatory enjoyment. Before taking the last of this set of pictures, Jacquelyn turned the swivel chair sideways to the desk, and slid Moira’s short skirt up to her hips. It took only the encouragement of gently pressing the palm of her hand against the Principal’s inner thighs to get the woman to spread her legs wide apart, offering a full view of the creamy smooth flesh of her upper thighs and the crotch of her surprisingly skimpy and racy triangular thong, part of a matching set with her bra.

Jacquelyn was feeling warmed up, and now removed her own top and skirt. She had dressed carefully for this exquisite feast, and so was left in her smartest black boots, sheer black stockings that were held up by a scarlet-and-black garter belt, and the matching gauzy and miniscule thong and push-up half-cup bra from the same set (purchased by mail order; she would not have dared to buy anything this sluttish in the town, even if any shop stocked such salacious items). Almost salivating with lust and anticipation, Jacquelyn knelt between the Principal’s spread legs and leaned forward to take Moira’s right breast into her mouth, whilst gripping and fondling the left breast with her free hand. She licked around it, and then began to suck vigorously on the tit, and even to tease it with her teeth. The Principal’s nipples almost instantly hardened into pointed erectness, and she moaned in ecstatic response. To Jacquelyn’s amazement, broken words issued from Moira’s mouth:

‘Mmm, mmmm, ooh, yes! Oh, Michelle, please – suck me, fuck me! Aaahh! Honey, Michelle, babe, please, fuck me like you used to, I haven’t had it for so long! YES!! OH, YESSSS – DO ME LIKE THAT!!’ And Moira shuddered, her hips shaking and the crotch of her panties gaining a large damp patch as she visibly reached an orgasm. Jacquelyn rocked back on her heels in delighted surprise, her suspicions confirmed far more easily than she had ever expected.

‘You cunt!’ she thought gleefully, ‘you’re a fucking lesbo, I knew it, you slut! And you’re gonna be my pussy now, my piece of ass!’

The Vice-Principal pushed her superior’s short tight skirt up around her waist – the almost unconscious Principal instinctively raising her buttocks from the chair for a moment to facilitate this. Jacquelyn rested the palm of her hand against the crotch of Moira’s panties, cupping the younger woman’s mound and feeling its enticing moist softness and warmth. She ran her thumb up and down the visible pussy cleft, causing the Principal to moan and arch her back, slumping downwards several inches in the chair into a posture which allowed her legs to spread even wider apart.

Jacquelyn hooked her fingers into the narrow band of the thong at each hip, and slowly drew it down and off – after which, her boss’s legs lolled open again, showing her pussy with its closely trimmed fringe of dark hair. The older woman stroked this for a moment and then inserted two fingers to prise apart the labia, revealing the pink wetness between. She bent forwards, tongue outstretched, and began to lick and nuzzle the Principal’s vagina.

Under this erotic stimulus, Moira stirred again, although she was still deep in a delirious haze. In her confused state, her memory now went back to a much earlier time, long before the break-up with her last long-term lover, Michelle. She groaned and thrust one hand down to manipulate her own clitoris, and began to mumble again:

‘Umm, Miss Norrington, you shouldn’t … ooooaah, mmm, Miss Norrington, we mustn’t do this! … aaaa … oooh! but it’s so good, I love it when you touch me there, Miss, when you lick me … oooohh, that’s so good! … mmmm … Miss Norrington, fuck me, please make me cum … Ah! Oh! Ah!! YES!! like that, ooh, please Miss … MAKE ME CUM! … YES! YES!! YES!!!

The Vice-Principal withdrew her tongue from its delving exploration of Moira’s cunt, savouring the taste of pussy-juice and watching with glee as her boss, clearly operating on auto-pilot, furiously rubbed her clitoral hood until she achieved another gasping orgasm – the final stages of which Jacquelyn captured with several more pictures from her camera. She was even more thrilled by what she had heard, for the name was quite distinctive; from her knowledge of Moira’s curriculum vitae, Jacquelyn knew that this had been her high school Principal and that she was hearing a memory of Moira’s lesbian initiation. Miss Norrington had been quite a prominent (and, amongst the lesbian teachers, notorious) figure in the state education system for many years, although Jacquelyn had only come across her once – quite literally, at a conference in the state capital not long after she had started her first teaching post, when the experienced dyke had deftly seduced her and taken her to her hotel room, where she had fucked the attractive young Jacquelyn with her mouth, fingers and strap-on for several hours – it was still quite vivid in the Vice-Principal’s memory as one of the hardest sustained fuckings she that had ever been dealt. Well, if that was who had taken the young Moira McIver’s lesbian cherry, no wonder the big-titted bitch was so highly sexed – which made it all the more amazing that she had kept a lid on her preference and appetite for these last two years.

‘You slutty lezzie bitch’, Jacquelyn breathed, her own pussy soaking as she imagined the young Moira, perhaps barely sixteen, with her panties off and her legs pulled wide apart as the tall trim authoritarian figure of Miss Norrington knelt to eat out her cunt – God, the girl must have had those amazing tits even then, no wonder the old dyke hadn’t been able to keep her hands off her!

Jacquelyn was now more than ready for the next stage of her planned sexual conquest and revenge. She had expected this to be the most difficult part physically, as she had to get the almost inert Principal first of all into an upright position. However, although Moira seemed to have nodded off after her orgasm, she was not deeply unconscious – and when Jacquelyn put her hand to the base of her boss’s pussy and pressed upwards, the younger woman responded by rising to her feet – admittedly with her eyes still closed and very unsteadily, but it greatly helped Jacquelyn who had only to steady her rather than support her whole weight. The Vice-Principal left Moira’s bra in place, although its former contents now dangled pendulously out from of it. Gripping the Principal’s skirt, which was bunched tightly above her hips, Jacquelyn rotated the full-busted woman towards her own desk and then pushed her down onto it, with her face and tits resting on its top and her ass and pussy sticking out over the edge. She could not resist reaching under the prone Principal to grip and squeeze her ripe breasts, kneading the hardened nipples and making Moira – whose eyes remained closed – gasp and once again beg ‘Miss Norrington’ to ‘fuck my pussy – please, Miss, please!’ From her imprecations to her former teacher, it was clear that this was a position which long ago Moira had quite often assumed for that Principal’s private pleasure.

The Vice-Principal savoured the sight of her nemesis in this sexually vulnerable and available pose, and took more pictures from several angles of her boss, who was now naked apart from her shoes, the skirt up around her waist and the large bra from which her huge tits had been extracted. Then Jacquelyn put the camera away in her bag and withdrew her favourite and largest strap-on – one which she had not had any opportunity to use on another woman for many months. She stripped off her flimsy thong and buckled the dildo in its place, over the straps of her suspender belt. The bitch’s cunt is so wet, thought Jacquelyn, there’s no need for lube; she positioned herself between the prone woman’s outflung legs, and shoved the plastic cock quite roughly into her vagina. The Principal moaned and shuddered, but her words were all broken beggings to be fucked and screwed harder and harder – and her mumbled memories were now a chaotic mix not only of Michelle and Miss Norrington, but also of someone called Abi (who seemed to have been a friend and lover from her school or college days), an Emily, a Rebecca and an enticing-sounding Mei-Lien, together with a Faye who seemed to have been a fellow teacher at Moira’s first school – clearly something of an expert with a strap-on, and probably an older woman.

‘You spread your pussy about, didn’t you, you slut?’ grumbled Jacquelyn with some jealousy, for she had only had three lovers in the last fifteen years, with quite long desert spells – as now – in between. In fact, she had been so starved of sexual activity for the last couple of years that she had recently imagined signs of interest from one of the youngest teachers, but she had swiftly dismissed the notion as most likely the product of her frustration and over-heated imagination.

Jacquelyn adjusted her position, reached forwards with her left hand to grasp the centre backband of Moira’s bra, withdrew the dildo fairly slowly and then firmly rammed it back in again. This began a rapid, hard, unrelenting shafting of the Principal’s cunt; in her befuddled state, Moira was dimly aware of this and could feel her body responding and her climax start to build, but she had only the haziest idea of where she was and who was doing this to her.

As Jacquelyn had known would happen, she was becoming stimulated herself from the friction of the between-the-legs understrap of the dildo’s harness, which was slipping between her opening labia and rubbing along the inside of her vagina with growing intensity of effects similar to a tribbing session. The older woman began to sweat and pant, her movements becoming more convulsive as her every one of her senses was stimulated: touch, from the rubbing of the harness in her own cunt and her grasp on Moira’s body; smell and taste, from the Principal’s gaping pussy and its dripping juices; hearing, from the mewling sounds and mumbled beggings that Moira was making, and, most of all, sight – the vision of the bitch who had thwarted her ambitions now sprawled almost naked, helpless and vulnerable, and taking a hard fucking on her own office desk; really, if the Principal had not turned out to be a lesbian and been so physically responsive, it would have been rape.

As it was, in the intensity of Jacquelyn’s arousal she seized the Principal hair’s with one hand and hauled the busty woman’s torso upwards from the desk top, forcing her back to arch so that she was taking the dildo-fucking from another angle which would impact even more surely on her clit, and then Jacquelyn reached round with her other hand and mauled the Principal’s heavy breasts, which were swaying wildly in the air. The sensual excitement finally sent Jacquelyn over the top, and she came in a massive triple orgasm just as her victim climaxed as well. Their combined gasps and moans drowned out the faint sound of footsteps in the corridor outside – pausing for a moment outside the locked study door, and then pattering quietly away again.

Jacquelyn collapsed on top of Moira’s back, as the younger woman swooned beneath her. The Vice-Principal was exhilarated and exhausted, and she felt completely drained in more ways than just the physical and sexual. She pushed herself upright, sliding the dildo out of Moira’s cunt, at which the comatose Principal moaned slightly in regret. Jacquelyn unbuckled the strap-on, wiped it with tissues and put it back in her bag. Then she stood for a moment, looking down at her vanquished boss. She felt washed out, empty, almost cleansed – it was as if the cataclysmic orgasm had uncorked and released all of her bile and envy.

Quite suddenly, Jacquelyn felt almost as if she was coming back to her normal self after a long illness, and was shocked by the strength of the anger that now seemed to have washed away. It was true that she had felt very bitter at being passed over for the Principalship, especially as she had too much taken for granted that the reversion was hers almost by right. When the post had gone instead to a younger woman, Jacquelyn reluctantly had to swallow the realisation that by the time the new Principal moved on, she would be too old to have a chance again. Meeting Moira had rubbed salt in the wound: when Jacquelyn had seen her amazing bust – which was always well-exhibited in her tightly-tailored suits – she had scathingly ascribed the choice to that alone, grumbling privately to herself that the cow had only had to point her hooters at the selection board for them to fall over themselves to give her the job. Whilst Jacquelyn had given no outward sign of hostility, she had nursed this kernel of resentment quietly, in an unconscious compensation for her growing fixation with her boss’s curvaceous figure and truly stunning breasts. However, as the months passed she had come to appreciate Moira’s qualities through working with her, had come to admire her and to see why the appointing committee had chosen her … and had, perhaps, started to feel other things for her as well, but until this evening she had had no inkling of where the ever-professional and rather private Principal’s tastes or affections might lie.

With a shudder, Jacquelyn began to wonder if she had made a dreadful mistake – if this plan, concocted so many months ago when her rancid feelings had been at their height, had been such a good idea after all. Still, it had been fun – and it had revealed the well-kept secret that Moira was a lesbian. Jacquelyn pondered what to do, and as she did so she traced her fingernails gently up and down the length of Moira’s spine. The drugged woman stirred in response, and mumbled:

‘Do me, do me again – fuck me again, I need it so bad! Fuck me, make me cum and cum and cum!’

‘Shit, you are hot stuff, aren’t you?’, breathed Jacquelyn softly, raising her eyebrows: Moira shouldn’t have been this responsive so soon after ingesting the powerful drug – evidently the woman had an unusually strong sex drive! The Vice-Principal looked down at the attractive form of her boss, savouring her ‘just been fucked’ sprawl and smell. Perhaps this could go another way, she mused, perhaps a much better way. Jacquelyn stroked Moira’s neck, lifting her tangled dark hair and combing it through her fingers. Then, coming to a decision, she bent over and, with a delicate touch, she gently kissed the prone woman on the back and side of her neck. It was as if Jacquelyn’s world shifted around inside her head, changing her perspective, disorienting her for a vertiginous moment. She had never believed in the old cliches about love/hate relationships, but now she wasn’t so sure …

There was going to be a change of plan. Originally, after fucking the Principal on her own desk, Jacquelyn had intended to dress her, drive her to her own home, lay her out on her bed – still clothed – and leave her there. She would thereby have carried out her good deed of ‘seeing the Principal home’, and any hazy memories which Moira might have when she woke up could be dismissed as wild dreams – with a hint that the Principal had over-indulged in alcohol at the reunion. Instead, Jacquelyn revised the remainder of that schedule. With a little difficulty, she got Moira’s clothes back on, and then shook and revived the Principal enough to stand up and totter along the corridor, with her weight leaning against the older woman. Although the reunion was surely over by now, Jacquelyn did not want to run the risk of encountering any lingering guests or – even worse – Jenny Neustein’s student helpers. So she steered Moira away from the main front entrance, and used her master key to unlock one of the fire exits on the side of the building, without setting off any alarms. The sweet fresh night air was balmy and it revived Moira a little, making her easier to manage. Jacquelyn steered her superior along the gravel path, aiming to come out at the parking area on its unlit side; there was no one around and it was peaceful and still, apart a brief rustle in the hedge from some small nocturnal animal.

At her car, a serviceable but ageing Volkswagen which Jacquelyn had recently caught herself ruefully considering was a good parallel for its owner, she managed to get Moira to lie across the back seat. She checked that Moira’s own car was securely locked, before leaving it there and driving the two miles to her own house – a small but pretty whiteboard built in the 1920s, in its own quite generous lot. Somehow, she woke Moira again and got the half-conscious woman into the house; just before they entered, the cool air refreshed the Principal briefly once more, and she fastened her mouth onto Jacquelyn’s for a passionate kiss, before her deputy was able to steer her inside. With some care, in case they both toppled down, Jacquelyn manoeuvred the giggling and stumbling Principal upstairs to the big double-bed in her own bedroom. The Vice-Principal had lived alone for the last eighteen months (before that, she had shared the house with a female ‘cousin’ who in fact had been her lover, not a relative), so there was no one else to bother about.

With a deep sigh of relaxation, Moira collapsed onto the soft mattress, her eyes closing in slumber once again. Tenderly, Jacquelyn undressed the Principal, and then pulled the light duvet over the naked woman. She neatly folded Moira’s clothes – noting in the process that the Principal did indeed take a G cup bra size – and then took off her own, used the bathroom and slipped under the duvet from the other side. Moira murmured something, in a more normal tone – less druggy, more just plain sleepy – and Jacquelyn felt a new thrill as the younger woman snuggled up closer and then reached for her, wrapping her arms about her body. Although her eyes were still closed, one of Moira’s hands found Jacquelyn’s left breast and squeezed it, and then drew it down to her mouth, starting to lick and suck it.

‘My God, you’re insatiable!’ gasped Jacquelyn, turned on again by these attentions. She cast the duvet aside, rolled over on top of Moira, and began a tribbing session, their legs entwined and pussies grinding together. This only aroused her more – until she noticed with shock that Moira’s eyes were open and looking at her, although with a vacancy that suggested she was still at least partly under the influence of the sleeping drug.

‘I don’t know how I got here, but – Jacquelyn? – that’s wonderful, please, don’t stop’, and to prove her point, the sexy Principal spread her legs even wider apart. This was too good to refuse, and Jacquelyn slipped out of bed to retrieve the strap-on from her bag. This time, however, she fucked Moira in the missionary position, looking intently at her face, and did it slowly and gently at first – although she finished firmer and faster, in response to Moira’s screamed requests to ‘give it me good’ and ‘fuck me hard’. Once again, Jacquelyn orgasmed herself, even though Moira was not touching her clit and there was no dildo in her own vagina. She was too tired to do more than unfasten the strap-on and drop it at the side of the bed, before the two women fell asleep, entangled together.

It was mid-morning on Sunday when the sunshine through the bedroom curtains woke Moira. She closed her eyes tightly against the brightness, feeling muzzy and hung-over, with a headache and a dry mouth. What had she been thinking of the night before, to have had so many glasses – the fizzy white wine had been deceptively strong. She didn’t remember much about the later evening, and anyway – suddenly, she realised that she was not at her own home, and was naked in someone else’s bed! Where on earth was she?

Moira felt a hand gently stroke her forehead, lifting her damp hair away with soothing gentleness. She opened her eyes and gasped in shock – in bed next to her, also naked, was Jacquelyn Drake, of all people! She was struck dumb for a moment, but took in Jacquelyn’s warm smile – much warmer than anything she had seen from her at school – and her attractive body, her still firm and pert breasts with their visibly erect nipples. Moira thought her deputy looked pretty hot for someone of forty-three, and she was far from being turned off – her taste had always been for older lovers, ever since as a teenager she had been seduced by Miss Norrington (who had then been nearing forty), the event which had set her feet firmly on the twin paths of school-teaching and lesbianism. As all this was flashing through her mind, together with a few vague and jumbled impressions from the previous night in her office (Christ!! did we fuck on my desk?) and clearer ones from the bedroom afterwards, Jacquelyn leaned forward, her breasts swinging seductively, and kissed her on the lips.

Moira lay speechless in stunned amazement. She had not been with another woman for nearly four years – and now this? No wonder her drunken self had leapt at it, somehow she must have subconsciously picked up on Jacquelyn’s interest and availability.

‘Hi, hot stuff,’ said Jacquelyn, cupping one of the Principal’s huge breasts and then lowering her mouth to lick around and suck on the nipple. Moira gave a slightly desperate moan, and then her long-suppressed needs made something snap: she didn’t need to be so fucking nun-like all the time, did she? – there was no vow of celibacy involved in being Principal (although, as a lesbian, there had to be discretion). And what could be more discrete than an affair with her deputy? – no one would question the many meetings and consultations they would need to have, or their becoming friends and visiting each other’s houses. And, by God, she wanted this, she needed this – and her hazy impressions of last night, and the sweet tenderness in her vagina, were evidence enough that the apparently-conventional Ms Jacquelyn Drake was an accomplished lesbian lover. Moira looked up at her, smiled with unfeigned pleasure, and said:

‘Hallo yourself, sexy lady. I hope pussy is on the breakfast menu in this house?’

Jacquelyn felt a thrill of exhilaration unlike anything she known for years. She returned a radiant smile which transformed her usually sober expression, making her seem younger, livelier and happier than Moira had ever see her before – and even more attractive.

‘Oh, yes babe!’ replied Jacquelyn with an eager laugh, as one hand slipped to her own crotch and toyed with her slit; ‘and titties too … yours are just so magnificent’, she added, with open admiration.

‘Do you really like them?’ asked Moira, a little shyly, for she had quite mixed feelings about her big breasts. Lying on the soft bed and looking up at Jacquelyn’s trim figure, she suddenly felt deliciously submissive towards her day-time subordinate. Fluttering her eyelashes coquettishly, Moira purred: ‘they’re all yours – you can do whatever you like with them.’

Jacquelyn gave a slight gasp at this wonderfully erotic offer from the big-busted woman in her bed, and felt her own responding wetness. She knew exactly what she wanted to do: she threw the duvet off the bed, and swung a leg across so that she was straddling Moira’s chest. Taking one of the Principal’s full breasts in her left hand, she squeezed it firmly so that the nipple was pushed upwards like a mountain peak, and then she lowered her gaping labial lips over it, forcing the tit into the cavity of her vagina. Grasping the breast, she used it like a substitute dildo, vigorously frotting the erect nipple up and down inside her pussy and grunting in arousal as she did so. It was also intensely stimulating for Moira, the sensations from the titty-fucking radiating out from her breast like wildfire, and she began to squirm and moan beneath Jacquelyn, her movements turning on the older woman even more. Jacquelyn’s head went back as she forced her cunt down even harder, and at the same time she reached behind with her free hand to clutch Moira between the legs. The Principal gave a mewl of delighted pleasure and spread her thighs apart, as Jacquelyn’s long forefinger plunged into her vagina whilst her thumb sought out her clitoris – seizing them both in a pincer-like grip, and rubbing in erogenous stimulation. She certainly seemed to hit Moira’s G-spot, as the younger woman began to give rasping cries and to buck and thrust underneath Jacquelyn so forcefully that she might have toppled off if Moira had not reached out with both hands to hold her at the waist. With wild abandon, shoving even more of Moira’s warm and amazingly malleable breast into her cavity, Jacquelyn rode them both to an intense and prolonged simultaneous climax. As Moira’s explosive orgasm receded, she released her grip on Jacquelyn and the older woman slid down onto the bed beside her, breathless and dizzy from her exertions and their amazingly satisfying results.

‘Oh my God, Jacquelyn, that was wonderful’, sighed Moira, nuzzling her soft breasts against the taller woman. ‘I do hope you’re going to be doing this to me often … very often … very, very often!’

The naked Vice-Principal gazed tenderly at the nude body of the Principal (My God, if the staff or students could see us now! she suddenly thought, and had to struggle to suppress a delighted giggle). She replied with simple and wholly convincing sincerity:

‘I’d love to, Moira, I’d love to.’

In that instant, Jacquelyn moved from simple physical desire to falling in love, and determined that at the first chance she could get, she would delete all of the pictures she had taken the previous night. It was time for a fresh start, a truly new dawn, she thought, as the two women settled down to a long 69, broken only by cries of encouragement, squeals of pleasure and gasps of orgasmic ecstasy.

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