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This is one of an occasional series of stories set at Hirstmere Hall, a girls-only boarding school in the south of England. It is the same location as my series ‘In The Headmistress’s Study’ (which I will be continuing), but those stories take place in 1961 and these are present-day. The story is fiction, and any resemblance to real persons or places is purely coincidental.

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2010

My name is Selina, and I am a pupil at Hirstmere Hall, an expensive boarding school for girls, located in the rolling green countryside of southern England. I have just turned sixteen years old, and all my friends say I am as pretty as a doll. I have thick dark curly hair which falls to my shoulders, deep large brown eyes in a heart-shaped face, a clear pale complexion and pink rosebud lips. I am also quite petite – only five foot three inches tall, with a narrow waist and a slender body – well, slender in most places, because my chest has already developed quite a lot, more than nearly all the other girls in my class. With my height and build, my tits are even more noticeable than is warranted by their actual size (28C), and I get quite a lot of interested looks. Oh – you think I mean when I’m out and about, right? No, no – I mean here, at this isolated boarding school for girls aged 13 to 18, and with its female-only teaching and support staff. Some of these looks are from other girls in my own class, some are from older pupils – even Sixth Formers and prefects – and, just recently, I have noticed some from a few of my teachers as well!

I am quite inexperienced, but I know enough to know what these looks mean, and what would follow if I chose to encourage and respond to them. As it is, I tend to maybe preen and flounce a little more when I get these signals – I can’t help it, they just give me a kind of electric buzz all over. I am not completely naive, and I’m not still a virgin. Last summer, Jane, my best-friend here at school, came to stay at my house for a couple of weeks; we like to cuddle a bit anyway, and had begun masturbating each other – so much more fun than doing it for yourself! However, in her enthusiasm, Jane pushed her fingers into me a bit too far and firm, and broke my hymen (it didn’t hurt really, and so, at her request, I promptly performed the same service for her). Anyway, up to now Jane is the only person with whom I have had any sexual experience, and that was really quite limited.

My favourite subject is art, probably because I am really quite good at it – I have always been able to draw and paint well, and the tuition is giving me more skill and understanding in matters like composition, the use of a palette of colours, and so on. The art teacher for my class this year is Miss Reeve, and I really like her. I guess she is a little over thirty, though it’s hard to tell; she is a redhead, with a lovely mane of orange hair, and has quite a curvy figure – I think she must work out in the gym, for, as far as one can tell under her smart skirt-and-jacket suits, her stomach is flat and her shapely butt and legs are completely free of any flab.

About half of the teaching staff live in accommodation on the school premises; this is partly because they have duties in overseeing the pupils outside the classroom hours, on evenings and weekends, and partly for the convenience and the cheapness of it. They are all single, of course, and mostly under forty years old, and their number includes Miss Reeve – I quite often see her strolling around the grounds on a pleasant evening, with one of the other teachers for company; Miss Champney, one of the science teachers, seems to be a particular friend.

Miss Reeve has been complimenting my art work for some time, and helping me to improve it. Sometimes, when she stands close behind me and takes hold of my hand, guiding my pencil or paintbrush to show me the effect that she means, I feel quite nervous and flustered, and then when she glances at me with a knowing sort of smile, I blush and feel kind of twitchy. Jane said a week or two ago, as we lay on her bed in the two-person room which we share (the school tries to put friends together as room-mates if possible), that she thinks Miss Reeve fancies me, but I was doubtful. At the time I wasn’t really taking in what Jane was saying; we had discarded our panties and pulled our uniform skirts up around our waists, and our fingers were gently massaging up and down the length of each other’s parting and moist pussy lips. One reason for my dismissing the notion was that there is a kind of unwritten rule at the school that the teachers don’t get involved with girls who are under seventeen years old, although we pupils are pretty much free to do what we want with each other, as long as no one is coerced and it is kept discretely out of sight – it is a very relaxed and liberal regime here in that respect, although they are very strict against any drugs or alcohol. The system seems to work and, not surprisingly, most of the girls go down the avenue which is left open to them (hmm, I wonder if this is deliberate?), and get their kicks from intimacy with each other rather than from harmful substances.

Last week, Miss Reeve offered to give me some special tuition out of the normal classroom hours, on Tuesday and Thursday evenings; she said that she always had preparation work to do in the art studio for at least an hour after dinner (which is from 6.00 to 7.00 p.m.), and it wouldn’t be any bother at all – I could spend more time on my pictures, and get up to a higher standard. I was ever so keen and grateful, eagerly accepting her offer and thanking her profusely; I love sketching and painting, and it honestly never crossed my mind that she had an ulterior purpose. However, when I went there for the second session, yesterday evening, I discovered that she certainly did!

It took me the first ten minutes to complete the crayon sketch I had begun, under her guidance, in the first of these private extra sessions. It was a still life of a vase with some flowers, and when I was done Miss Reeve came over to look at it. She made a number of useful points but in general was complimentary, and she concluded by giving me an appraising look and declaring that she thought I had a lot of potential, which made me glow with pleasure.

‘Well, Selina, I think you are ready to try something new – something a little more advanced’, said Miss Reeve.

I was flattered and intrigued, and asked what she meant. Her reply was that the greater challenge was to draw something that was alive, and the human body most of all – getting the shape and musculature to look convincing was the real test of an artist.

‘You really need to draw a nude, Selina – it’s the best practice there is.’

I gaped at her – I know my mouth was hanging open in surprise – and for a moment I wondered if she was joking, but she was looking at me quite seriously, as if such a thing was perfectly normal. Well, perhaps it was, I thought, remembering how so many of the great artists had sketched and painted nude figures. However, there seemed to be a flaw in her proposal, and I pointed out that we didn’t have a model for me to draw. Miss Reeve looked at me again, hesitated just fractionally, and then with a bright smile explained that well, yes we did, this was one way she could help me – she would be my model! I was thunderstruck, never having envisaged such a thing, and I felt a strange hollow feeling in my stomach and a peculiar heaviness in my pelvis. I felt a little relieved when Miss Reeve went on to say that it wouldn’t be a full nude, of course, but that I would draw her from the waist up – this would give plenty of difficult angles and curves for me to try and capture.

As I stood rooted to the spot, my teacher walked to the door and locked it from the inside. Turning back to me and smiling, she said that we must not have any interruptions – someone might not understand that it was art. I nodded, still mute with surprise, and then watched dry-mouthed as she casually slipped off her soft purple cashmere cardigan and the pale lilac silk blouse underneath which complemented it so tastefully, hanging both on the back of her chair. I was dumbstruck and saucer-eyed as she faced me again, wearing her smart and tight black knee-length pencil skirt and the black boots which came up almost to meet it, but above that only a quite skimpy black demi-cup balcony bra, which pushed up her quite large well-rounded breasts. Miss Reeve cleared the few things on her desk away to another table, and then she called me over. Turning her back, she casually asked me to unhook the bra for her – with unaccountable nervousness, it took my fumbling fingers three attempts to release it, and every time my fingertips touched the warm bare flesh of her back it was like getting an electric jolt. Finally, the bra fell away – I was left holding the thin gauzy fabric, still warm from her body, as she turned round, shaking her head to settle her flowing locks of bright ginger hair – and, in the process, making her full breasts bounce and jiggle in a disturbingly eye-catching way. Just for somewhere else to look, I glance down at her bra, and saw with interest that she took a size 32D; certainly, hers was the figure of a mature woman, her breasts being at least four sizes larger than my developing ones.

Miss Reeve sat on her desk, crossing her legs – her black skirt and boots making a striking contrast with the soft pink of her naked flesh. Then she put her hands out behind her to brace herself in the pose, which had the consequence of thrusting her breasts upwards and outwards to give me a three-quarter profile viewpoint. She had instructed me to ignore her face, and to concentrate on drawing her body from her skirt waistband up to her shoulders and base of the neck. Of course, by far the most prominent part of this was her breasts, and so my eyes were constantly upon them, drawn back again and again as I tried to capture their confident jut, their womanly fullness, and a sense of their firm softness. After twenty minutes of quiet work, during which the room seemed to be getting warmer, Miss Reeve called me to bring my sketch over to the desk, where she inspected my progress.

‘Hmm, yes, Selina – not bad, not bad at all, especially for a first effort’, was her encouraging verdict. She explained how to shade in the area around the base of the neck and shoulders to suggest both the delicacy and yet the strength of the bones beneath. Then, tracing her finger over where I had drawn the outline of her breasts, she shook her head a little.

‘I don’t think you are getting the breasts quite right, Selina. Well, to draw something, you need to understand it, to really know it – that’s why drawing something from photographs, rather than life, never works as well. Here,’ she continued, ‘feel the texture – really feel it!’

To my amazement, she took my nerveless right hand and placed it on her breast, covering the nipple – which to my shock was incredibly hard and firm. From a distance of only a few inches, she looked me directly in the eyes, unflinchingly and challengingly:

‘Go on, Selina, get to know what you are drawing,’ she said softly, but it was dawning upon me that I was scheduled to be learning something much more here as well. Hesitantly, conscious of the warmth of her body and the smooth texture of her skin, I moved my hand around her breast, and I made no murmur of resistance as she took my left hand and placed it on her other breast. I traced my fingers around her aureoles, admiring the stiff pinkness of her extended nipples, and then cupped the heavy soft weight of her breasts in my hands.

‘Good … that’s very good, Selina, you’re getting the idea.’

Well, yes, I was … and it was making me quite hot and bothered down between my legs, warm and sweaty and moist, and my own nipples were stiffening as the palms of my hands rubbed once again across my teacher’s tits. Then, she took things a stage further.

‘To capture the essence of something you must open up all your senses, Selina; not just sight, and even not just touch as well – you need to taste it, to smell it!’

Miss Reeve reached gently behind my head, and drew my face down towards the breasts that were filling my hands. She guided my mouth to the nipple of her right breast, and it just seemed the most natural thing in the world for my lips to part, her pink tit sliding right between my dry lips, and for my tongue to seek it, licking around and across it. Instinctively, I began to suck and nibble as well, and was rewarded for my efforts by the groan of pleasure that she gave, her back arching. Her legs uncrossed and spread apart, and I saw from the corner of my eye that this had made the pencil skirt ride up to half-way along her thighs.

As my licking and sucking became more confident, my surprise evaporating and a new-found enthusiasm taking its place, Miss Reeve gently stroked my hair and murmured sweet encouragements. Then, she played the final card in her accomplished lesbian seduction – she slipped her right hand under my skirt, hoisting it upwards as her fingers found their target – my crotch, my Venus mound. I gave a kind of startled squeal when I felt her first intrusion into my most private, most intimate place, and then my hesitations evaporated – I felt a liberating sensation of pure pleasure, and knew that this was what I wanted, what turned me on.

‘Ooooh, Miss – aahh, that feels so good, please do it more, touch me more!’ I begged, and a wide smile spread across my lesbian tutor’s attractive features. She drew my head up from her tits with her left hand, and kissed me firmly and passionately – a real sexual kiss, a kiss of desire, a kiss that said clear as words ‘I’m gonna fuck you’. All through this, she kept her right hand stroking the crotch of my panties, and then with a nimble twist of the fingers she slipped them around and inside the gusset, and for the first time I felt the incredible pleasure of the penetrating fingertips of an experienced and confident lesbian woman.

Miss Reeve jerked my panties several inches down off my hips, so that they hung across between my legs, halfway up my thighs. Her fingers pressed on the flesh on both sides of my Venus mound, and squeezed my puffy pussy lips together. I moaned as a wave of sexual desire washed through me, and almost without thinking I responded by shoving my right hand up the dark opening of Miss Reeve’s skirt, questing for her cunt. What I found was a surprise which at first stopped me in my tracks, and made me realise that all this had been carefully planned. My delving hand did not, as I had anticipate, meet the gauzy fabric of the panties matching her bra – instead, I found her naked pussy flesh, warm and giving and inviting.

Miss Reeve shifted position slightly, and then told me to unbutton and unzip her skirt – it had concealed fastening on her hip. When I had done so, she lifted her ass of the desk for a moment, and without being told I swiftly pulled the skirt down her legs, and dropped it on a chair behind me. Now Miss Reeve was completely naked apart from the black boots – their presence making the effect even more enticing, the sole element of clothing highlighting the absence of everything else. She slid off the desk to stand with her buttocks resting against its rim, her feet spread quite wide apart. Then she took my head and, with a gentle pressure on my shoulders which clearly communicated that I should kneel or settle on my haunches, she drew my face towards her cunt.

I was amazed – never had I thought that I would be doing this, never mind enjoying it so much! It spoke to something inside my psyche, released something in me which I had suppressed even whilst enjoying the friendly cuddles with Jane, and suddenly I was consumed by a raging molten lava of lesbian desire which surged irresistibly through me and erupted from my drenched vagina. I began avidly to lick and munch on her pussy, and my art teacher’s breathing turned to rasping pants and gulps of air, in between which she exhorted me go deeper, to work on her harder. Then she began to use dirty words, increasingly incoherently, as her shoulders shook and her ripe breasts swayed above my head.

‘Fuck, oooh, fuckit, Selina, yes – go for it, yes, do me like that – you little hot bitch, eat my cunt, eat me out! … aaaah, yes, yes, Selina, more, shit! ooooh! … fuck, make me come, make me really come, you sexy cunt, aaaaaaaah, yes – I’m coming, yes!! YES!!!’

Her sobs and shrieks became a crescendo, her whole body vibrated and trembled, and then soft warm spicy juices splashed onto my tongue and across my cheeks. As she subsided, I brought my head up for air, sticky but exultant – had I just made a grown woman come, had I just eaten out the cunt of my own teacher? Well, yes, it was clear that I had!

I felt the blood hammering through my veins, was conscious of the sweat on my back and breasts, and most of all was aware of the unfulfilled burning desire down between my legs. I swiftly undid my uniform skirt and let it drop, following it with the panties that were already at half-mast, and kicking both aside. Before I had the chance to unbutton my shirt – I think I was so impatient that I would have just torn it off, letting the buttons fly in all directions – Miss Reeve drew me back into her arms for a loving kiss, and then she took over. She undid my school tie and her fingers flew down the front of my shirt, nimbly opening every button and then slipping it backwards off my shoulders. My teacher reached round behind my back to unsnap my plain white cotton bra, and it was allowed to fall onto the pile of my discarded clothes. All I was left with – matching my teacher, which I liked, was my school shoes and my knee-high white socks.

Miss Reeve slipped her hand between my legs again, and teased her fingertips along my labia, sliding just a centimetre so into my vagina. I sensed her caution and reluctance, and asked her what the problem was. Her reply was that I was still a virgin, and she needed to take care not to break that. I felt suddenly very grown up, and told her not to worry – I wasn’t a virgin, though I had very little experience of being penetrated.

‘Ah’, breathed Miss Reeve in understanding, smiling at me; ‘young Jane, was it? – you make such a nice pair together, and anyone can see that she’s really sweet on you … I do hope she isn’t going to get jealous about this.’

My head was in a whirl from her casual comment – did Jane actually fancy me that way, and our fumblings weren’t just friendly comfort and experimentation, but the sexual relations of lovers … of lesbian lovers? I tasted that thought experimentally, and was amazed to find that not only was it not alarming, but that it was pulsatingly exciting.

‘No, she won’t be’, I said, ‘she’s already guessed that you wanted me.’ Then I continued, with a new decisiveness: ‘anyway, I’m assuming this is going to happen every Tuesday and Thursday evening’ – Miss Reeve gave a smiling confirmatory nod – ‘so she’ll have to accept it, because I’m not giving this up, and I’m not giving her up either!’ I’m not normally so assertive, or at least I never used to be, but this I knew with total confidence – I wanted my friend to be my girlfriend, but I also wanted all the fucking I could get from this stunning and experienced mature lesbian.

‘Well now’, said Miss Reeve, ‘if you’re not a virgin, then I know just the thing for you, my girl!’

She went to a locked store cupboard – in class, we had often wondered what it contained, as it was never opened. The answer seemed at first disappointing – there was paper, pens and paint brushes, though I realised they were of high quality and must be Miss Reeve’s own items. Then she opened a small drawer, from which she withdrew an oblong tin box, rather like a cash box. Once this was unlocked, I saw its contents and gasped – just because I had never seen one before didn’t stop instant recognition, for it was obviously a strap-on dildo.

Miss Reeve brought it over in her hand, and then she gently pushed me to where she had previously stood, my ass pressed against the rim of the desk, my legs about two feet apart. Holding the intimidatingly long – and wide, my God! can one take something that thick? – plastic phallus by its base, she pressed its bulbous knob against my pussy and rubbed it quite firmly up and down my cleft. I shuddered, a thread of fear running through my churning desire, heightening it to an all-consuming flame. I could tell how intensely Miss Reeve wanted to give me this, wanted to spear it into me, impale me on its shiny plastic length. Her eyes glittered, her cheeks were flushed and her features had a rigid edge, as she rubbed it against me with greater insistence. She leaned close, her breasts compressing against mine, her hard nipples pressing into my soft girl-flesh, and her hot breath was in my ears as she whispered in a throaty rasp:

‘Do you want this? Do you want it, babe? Tell me you want it – tell me, and I’ll take you, I’ll have you – you’re mine, and I want you, so take it, take it all for me!’

I babbled my consent – more than that, my desperate eagerness:

‘Oh Christ, Miss Reeve, yes – take me, fuck me, please, just ram it into to me … oh God, yes, split me open, fuck me, please, please! – any way you want me, just do it, just do me … please, now!’

Her delight at the way I had been transformed into a total wanton lesbian slut was apparent, and she kissed me hungrily whilst one hand groped for and mashed my breast, so firmly that there were finger-shaped bruises for the next day or so (Jane admired them and kissed and licked them better, but I had to be careful to conceal them when changing for gym class). Her other hand pushed the dildo an inch or so into me, making me gasp at the width of the intrusion. Miss Reeve broke away and took a step back, and then stepped into the harness of the strap-on and tightened its buckles. I felt another tinge of apprehension as its full size was revealed, sticking out from her crotch horizontally like a pink plastic battering ram. However, the art teacher looked incredibly sexy, masterful and mature, with her black boots and the black leather codpiece on which the dildo was mounted, and at the prospect of what I was about to receive I felt my knees go rubbery and fluids seep from my cunt down my inner thighs.

At first, Miss Reeve left me in position facing her, so that I could see everything. She sat me on the desk with my legs spread open, and she brought the tip of the dildo to brush against my distended labia. Then, taking a firm grip on my hips, she pressed it inwards, not so much forcefully as with a firm and confident pressure. My vaginal tube opened up for her, stretching to a capacity I never dreamed that I had, although I felt incredibly filled and stretched in the process – and so entered, so fucking penetrated, that all the breath was driven from my lungs and I just gasped. Actually, she had only gone in maybe three inches, and she flexed her hips to pull the shaft most of the way back – but not right out – and then stroked it in again with the same calm assurance. My eyes nearly bugged out as I saw it sink in further, at least another inch, and even more when the next insertion entered me further still. She adopted a steady rhythm, and then began to speed it up – in response, my legs arched further apart and my pussy stretched wider, until unbelievably the whole length of the thing (I thought it was vast, but it was probably only seven inches) went into me with every thrust, the faceplate of the dildo mounting pressing right up against my labial lips.

Miss Reeve continued like this for a dozen or so deep thrusts, carefully watching my face to gauge my reactions. She cupped my breasts in both of her hands and squeezed my nipples, making me get even looser and wetter – so, I remember thinking in a euphoric daze, these things are wired up to each other after all! Then my teacher pulled the plastic cock all the way out of my pussy, but before I could protest she gestured me to turn round – and suddenly I knew, with a rush of lust, what was next. She braced me on the desk – I gripped the further edge with my hands, and rested my forehead on the wood, which allowed me an amazing view backwards, through the gap between my hanging and swinging breasts, down my stomach to my mound, where I saw her reinsert the dildo. My legs were now spread wider apart, and she took a firm grip around my waist and began to drill the fake cock in and out of me, rapidly reaching a much faster and harder tempo than when I had been facing her. I began to gasp for breath as the angle of her penetrations made the ridges of the dildo rasp over my clitoris, driving me nearly insane with desire. I don’t know what I was saying, in broken cries and shrieks, foul language that would never otherwise cross my lips mingled with desperate beseechings to be fucked even harder, even deeper. Suddenly, one of her hands left my hips and seized my hair, jerking my head upwards and backwards, arching my spine and lifting my chest off the desk. Her thrusts became even firmer, and her other hand reached round to grab one of my wildly jiggling breasts and maul at it (it was the same one that had been mashed before, so it was tender and receptive – I think most of the bruises that appeared later were actually from this final frenzied fucking. Miss Reeve was slamming the dildo into me so hard that I was almost being lifted off my feet by its impact, and I gave a hoarse scream as I climaxed – my thighs trembled, my hips bucked frantically back against her pile-driving impalement, sweat poured down to pool in the small of my back, my nipples felt like they were on fire, and my whole body shook from top to toes in an explosive orgasm – my first real one, my first true fucking by a woman.

I slumped down on the desk, my stomach slicked with sweat, floundering and gasping for air like a landed fish. With real tenderness, Miss Reeve stroked and massaged my back – I shall always remember her loving gentleness in that moment of extraordinary calm after the passing of the raging storm. She traced her fingers down my spine, and rubbed in gentle circles around the small of my back, even as she moved her hips and gently slid the length of the dildo out of my battered but electrified vagina. Leaning forwards, she kissed the back of my neck, then each shoulder blade, and then down my back, as I luxuriated in her tender care and the knowledge that I was truly now a woman – not a girl who had semi-accidentally lost her hymen and then done some fooling around with an equally inexperienced friend, but a female who had the knowledge of what it was to be totally filled, ridden hard and shafted deep, and fucked to climax.

I lay there blissfully for a few moments, aware that Miss Reeve had removed the strap-on, wiping it with a damp cloth and drying it before restoring it to its box and cupboard. In the process, I savoured the sight of her moving around the art room, wearing only her black boots – I admired the full jut of her ripe breasts, the lithe ripple of her ass as she moved, and I knew that she knew I was looking at her body with desire, the lust of a lover who is already beginning to count the minutes until next time. She smiled back at me, enjoying in her turn the delectable prospect of naked teenage girldom that I presented, with my legs still spread open and my butt up in the air. I realised that it was an incredible compliment, that she had found me so attractive, so sexually desirable, that she had needed to take me for herself now, and before any other teacher grabbed me first. I was so pleased and thrilled, and resolved to myself to be worthy of both her trust and her lust – to give her my body whenever she wanted it, with passion and energy and, yes, with love.

Miss Reeve handed me a towel and I dried off my sweat, enough at least to be able to put my underwear and my school uniform back on for long enough to walk through the halls and corridors back to the landing where the rooms for the girls in my year were located, and then to head straight for the showers! I would tell Jane all about it, of course, under oath of secrecy; I knew I could trust her, and anyway had formed instant plans to take my relationship with her much further into definitely sexual territory – I would tell her about it after lights-out time, in bed together, naked and with our legs entwined and pussies rubbing against each other, and I would stick my fingers deep inside her as I did so, matching my account of Miss Reeve’s dildo penetrations with a finger-fucking of my roommate’s pussy and clit at the same time.

Before I left the art studio, Miss Reeve and I kissed again, and once more she slipped her hand underneath my skirt, giving my mound a caress and a possessive squeeze. As my lips parted in a little moan from the pleasure induced by my teacher’s touch, she kissed my neck and then said, her eyes dancing with merry delight:

‘Oh, yes, Selina – you have definitely got potential!’

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It’s been a while. Half stories/fantasies sit unfinished on my laptop. At last I have found the enthusiasm to finish one! I hope you enjoy, constructive comments are always appreciated.

I had met Peter in my late teens, he was my first boyfriend, he took my virginity, we had been together for many, many years. Sex was very average, it wasn’t until the explosion of erotic fiction onto the book market that I started to realise how crap he actually was. Sex was often uncomfortable, I never climaxed, he continually wanted me to suck him off but never gave me oral. He introduced me to porn later on in our relationship, I must confess I never could get into it but what did seem to turn me on was girl on girl action. My pussy would become wet, for the sake of my sanity, it was easier to suggest a porn film with lesbian action, me to put myself on all fours, watching it, while he happily banged away. I still never came but at least my cunt became lubricated to accommodate him. I masturbated alone at every opportunity.

When I was in my late thirties, I had a really good friendship with a lady called Lynn. We got on instantaneously on our first meeting, similar likes and dislikes and good company. I knew she was a lesbian and I confess some of my lonely masturbation sessions were helped along by closing my eyes and fantasising that Lynn was with me. We had been friends for many years and never once did she show any interest in me and to be honest how would I react if she did, probably run away in blind panic?

My relationship with Peter was getting to the point where one of us needed to do something about it. Sex didn’t happen thank goodness, he was working all hours and the rest of the time he was out socialising with his rugby mates. I was discontented and lonely, feeling finally that this relationship could not carry on, we lived together but that was no longer an excuse and it was time I did something about it.

Peter had gone away on a rugby weekend and Lynn knew I was alone and invited me to supper on the Saturday night. She was an excellent cook, so armed with a couple of bottles of good wine, I drove to her home looking forward to a relaxed evening with my friend.

The food had been delicious, having finished puddings and cleared away, we moved to the lounge area, flopping down on the sofa to continue the second bottle of wine.

‘You’re not yourself tonight. What’s going on with you, is it that useless article, Peter again?’ Lynn asked.

I sighed deeply,

‘Oh Lynn, you know me too well. I really cannot stay living with him any longer. We are with each other purely out of habit and it isn’t doing either of us any good.’

‘Do you love him?’ she enquired.

‘Hell no, the love died a long time ago. Actually, I don’t even know if you’d call it love. Teenage lust probably. I am really no longer attracted to him, our sex life doesn’t happen and wasn’t any good when we did!’ I complained.

‘How…..what…..do you mean?’ Lynn pushed.

‘Well, he took my virginity, had no idea what foreplay was, expected me to suck him off but wouldn’t reciprocate and as for an orgasm for me, he wouldn’t know what one was! Oh my god Lynn, I’m sorry to be so blunt, I can’t help but say it as it is!’ I apologised

Lynn laughed,

‘Don’t apologise, I’m sorry I am laughing, it’s not funny, I can’t believe you are still with him after all these years if that’s the way he treats you.’

I couldn’t help myself as the tears pricked the backs of my eyes and started to roll down my cheeks. Lynn shuffled over from the other end of the sofa and sat facing me sideways on, pulling me into her shoulder.

‘Hey, don’t cry! You deserve so much more. You are beautiful, kind and funny. Don’t ever forget that, his loss is someone else’s gain.’

I snuffled into her shoulder, grateful for her support when I felt so low.

‘Hey, look at me.’ She pushed my shoulders away from her and I brought my eyes up to look at her.

She moved forward and kissed me softly on the lips. I pulled back in shock at the contact. Taking my face in both her hands, she kissed me again, her lips softly bushing against mine and then I felt her tongue stroke the seam of my lips. I exhaled, opening my mouth to accept her tongue as she gently pushed for a deeper kiss. Her tongue explored my mouth, stroking inside, increasing the pressure and my heart started to beat so fast. I was not sure how to react, part of me was so unsure but that other nagging part of me wanted it and more.

She pulled back, smiling at me and stroking my cheek. Her caresses continued, her hands stroking the sides of my neck, below my ears and down to my collar bone, just soft, delicate touches, her other hand at the back of my neck, relaxing me with her touch. Her fingers moved to the v in my blouse, slowly undoing the buttons, lower and lower until she had them all undone and was pulling the fabric out that was tucked in my skirt exposing my front to her.

Again, her fingers danced lightly over my skin moving back up to my decent size breasts enveloped in my sheer flesh coloured bra. My nipples pebbled hard under the gauzy translucent fabric and her knuckles skimmed tantalisingly over them, the pads of her fingers fondling the flesh above the top of the cup of my bra. My heart was beating furiously, my pussy felt wet and my cunt ached unbearably, I felt drunk, partially from the wine but predominately from her attention.

Lynn moved forward again kissing me open mouthed, inviting me to explore her with my own tongue. Hesitating nervously, she sucked my bottom lip with her own, releasing it with a sigh, I flicked out my tongue and licked her lips, finally plucking the courage up to venture my tongue into her mouth. Our kiss was luxurious, a slow dance of tongues, helping me to relax further.

Her exploring hands moved back down to my nipples, circling the aching buds, scratching across the knotted flesh, the sensations ricocheting down to my clit as I moaned into her mouth. Moving across to the catch at the front of my bra she released my breasts, the material springing away releasing my mounds Gently she moved the material out of the way, cupping one of my mounds, rolling the nipple between her finger and thumb twisting and pulling at the sensitive flesh, then moving over to treat the other one the same. My nipples tightened further, my clit was now throbbing achingly, her splayed fingers slid lightly over the protruding tightened teat, vibrating as each digit rubbed past. The sensations where so erotic, I wanted more, needed her to help stop the ache, the incessant throb in my clit.

I moaned into her mouth again, she stopped kissing me, moved back and looked into my eyes,

‘Tell me……. is this what you want?’

‘Yes, please……’ I whispered in response.

Kissing my neck, her tongue licking behind my ear, I could feel her quickened breath on my skin. Her hand left my breasts moving down, seeking the hem of my skirt, pulling and tugging until the material was bunched around my waist exposing my panty covered crotch. Her hand moved down to my knee closest to her, applying some pressure as she drew circles on my inside leg with her fingers. By now, overcome with the urge to sate my need, I didn’t hesitate to open my legs for her, pushing my knees as far apart as the sofa would allow.

Achingly slowly her fingers inched up my thighs in tiny increments, teasing me beyond words, I wanted this so, so bad, my breath coming in short pants. She cupped my mound, the heal of her hand against my pubic bone, her fingers resting lightly against my slit and her fingertips against the wet material of my crotch. She continued to caress the skin on my chest lower and lower until her mouth closed over one of my nipples, drawing the tingling flesh into her mouth, sucking hard.

The welcomed contact caused my hips to buck into her hand pushing her fingers tighter against my slit, her mouth alternating between suckling and flicking each of my nipples with her tongue. Never, in all my years had I wanted to come so bad, even masturbating holding a vibrating dildo against my clit watching lesbian porn had brought me to this wild heightened state. I didn’t know what to say, I wanted more, so much more.

‘Pleeease, pleeease…..’ I whined at Lynn.

She still didn’t move, continued to lavish her attentive mouth on my breasts, her hand so tantalising still against the front of my pussy.

‘I need you……I need you to…………make……….me………..come! Please Lynn, I need you so badly!’ I gasped.

She dragged her fingers up and slid them into my panties, parting my labia, one of her fingers probing my wetness, stroking up and down, avoiding my clit. I gasped at the contact bucking up again and again circling my hips to increase the pressure of her finger on my most sensitive parts.

‘Shhhh…..relax baby…..take it slow…..let me show you how good it can feel…how it should feel…..you need to realise how good I can make you feel.’ She whispered against my breasts. She dipped her fingers into my wetness pooling at the entrance to my cunt and then touched my clit, starting to slowly apply pressure, circling her fingertip over the nub, over and over, massaging it back and forth, at the same time she continued to suckle my nipples alternatively.

The touch and speed of the circles on my slippery flesh became harder and faster as the pressure of my orgasm built, my body tightening, my fingers digging into the plush cushions of the sofa. Her mouth sucked harder, biting the sensitive flesh and then soothing the bite with the swipe of her tongue. Her finger now flicking so fast over my clit, sensations shooting across my body in so many directions, as I was tipped over the orgasm ledge. I wailed loudly as I came so hard, never had I been the recipient of such a climax, my body spasmed and I felt my cunt walls contract and pulse. Lynn slowed the massaging of my clit as I panted through the intensity of my orgasm, my legs felt like jelly and I felt so relaxed.

‘Hey, earth to Caroline?’ Lynn whispered looking deeply into my eyes. She kissed me again, passionately, her tongue caressing my mouth.

‘Are you okay?’

I nodded dumbly in answer to her question.

‘I haven’t even started to show you how I can make you feel. Stay with me tonight, please?’ she pleaded.

Suddenly embarrassed at my nakedness I was unable to answer. Lynn stood up quickly, reaching for my hand, she pulled me to my feet. My skirt fell back down as I stood but my blouse remained open with my unfastened bra draped to my sides. I looked down at my exposed breasts, she put her fingers under my chin and pulled my face back up to meet hers, stroking down the slope of one breast to circle my nipple, the flesh tightening in response, she quietly said,

‘Baby, don’t be shy, you have a beautiful body, I so want to explore it more…’

Grasping my hand again she pulled me out of the room, up the stairs and into her bedroom, closing the door behind us. Pulling me deeper into the room until we were next to her bed, she pulled my blouse and bra from my shoulders, letting them drop to the floor. She pulled her own jumper over her head, revealing small breasts which showed off her taught protruding nipples, moving forward she embraced me and kissed me hungrily.

Breaking away, she reached behind and unzipped my skirt letting it fall to the floor, the knelt at my feet and pulled my panties down and off my feet. She leant forward, breathing against my mount, kissed my slit and returned to stand to face me. She then proceeded to unzip her trousers, sliding them down her legs to reveal her naked, bald pussy to me, kicking them off her feet as she moved in to kiss me again.

Our kisses became more passionate as she started to pay attention to my breasts, rolling and pinching the nipples between her fingers and thumb. Emboldened I reached for her breasts, relishing in the softness of the skin, the nipples hard as I rubbed my palm against them. She pushed me down on the bed on my back and moved to straddle my hips, instantly I felt her wet pussy against my mound. I looked down and could see her labia shiny with her juices. She leaned in again to kiss me, our tongues dualling, teeth banging as she rubbed herself against my pubic bone and moaning into my mouth.

Manoeuvring herself further back, hooking her right leg underneath my left one until our pussies were kissing and she started to rub herself against me. The sensation was electric, our wet lips slurping against one another, she pulled my left knee up to her chest and started to ride me hard. Our clits rubbed against each other, sliding over our soaked pussies, grinding down against our pubic bones, our orgasms building as we mashed our bodies together.

We were both covered in a sheen of sweat as we panted from the exertion of chasing our orgasms, the slurping of our pussies against each other echoed loudly in the room, the noise exciting us further. As we both reached our climax, we cried out simultaneously, clinging to one another as our exertions slowed, grinding out the last throes of our orgasms.

Collapsing on the bed, Lynn and I laid side by side, breathing hard with our legs still entwined, I kissed her and moving to lay on my back, I said,

‘Thank you….words cannot describe how enlightening this has been….I had no idea it would or should feel like this. I’m blown away.’

‘You’re welcome. You have no idea how much I have wanted to do this to you for.’

Was her reply.

I must have drifted off for a while, I was awoken by Lynn suckling on my breasts, I lay still with my eyes closed absorbing those wonderful sensations once again, appreciating those little sparks shooting down to my pussy making me wet. Her tongue circled over each of my nipples, pinching tightly between her teeth, sucking and pulling the flesh taught, over and over again she repeated the attention on each breast. I felt like I was so close to orgasm from just her attentions to my tits but that elusive orgasm just wasn’t quite within reach, by now I was panting from her teasing, my juices trickling down my slit.

Her mouth left my breasts, she kissed and licked her way down my stomach, moving over to suck on the flesh covering my hip bones. I felt the bed move as she manoeuvred herself between my legs, pushing them wide apart until the side of my knees touched the mattress. I sat up on my elbows, my heart beating faster and faster as I watched her mouth move closer and closer to my pussy.

‘You are so wet.’ She exclaimed.

I gasped as she drew the flat of her tongue from my opening all the way up to my clit. The feel so electric and the sight so erotic as she paused over my clit to look up at me and show my creamy juices gathered on her tongue before taking them into her mouth to savour them before sweeping back downwards. She continued to lap at me, her mouth and tongue licking and slurping up my copious juices as strings of grool stretched between her mouth and my pussy. The sensations ramped up as I watched her devour me, then she moved to my clit, pushing my pubic mound upwards to tighten the skin and pull the hood back to reveal that special knot of nerves. Her tongue darted out and flicked the hard nub back and forth, the ripples of pleasure causing me to buck my hips up to increase the contact.

Laying her other arm over my stomach to steady me, she placed her mouth over my clit and sucked hard rubbing the distended button with her tongue. She continued to suck and slurp as my hands knotted in fists against the sheets as my orgasm built, by now I was moaning so loudly, encouraging her to up her efforts. I pushed my hips up, driving my clit harder against her sucking onslaught, my orgasm broke, my muscles tightened everywhere, my skin skittering little electric shocks across my body.

She continued to suck, even as the orgasm subsided and my flesh was so sensitive, I was struggling to stand it, she pushed and pushed me as the pain altered to build into a second orgasm. Gasping for breath the second peak rushed through me even more sensitive than the first, my moans now wails as I crashed over. She eased off the pressure and gently lapped at the juices secreting from me as I tried to regain my breath.

She moved back up to lay beside me, pushing my hair from my sweaty face and kissed me gently. I tasted myself on her lips and in her mouth, savouring my musky flavour and licking my juices from her chin. I reached over and started to caress her breasts, feeling her nipples harden as I stroked the back of my fingers over them, gently rolling the buds between my fingers enjoying the sensation of tightened teats and tightly puckered flesh of her aureoles.

She moaned into my mouth, arching her back into my hands, encouraging me further. She broke our kiss and rolled onto her back with her arms above her head, offering me unfettered access to her body. Leaning my head on my hand, I watched myself stroking Lynn, relishing in post orgasmic bliss, feeling another woman’s soft flesh under my fingertips, finding it unbelievable that my fantasy was far better in reality than I’d ever imagined.

Drifting my exploring hand down between her breasts, over her belly button until I reached her bald pubic mound, my fingertips stroking her plump slit not applying any pressure enjoying teasing her.

‘Open your legs for me…..let me touch you…….I want to feel you.’ I urged.

Lynn moaned in response opening her legs immediately, I moved down the bed a little, sliding my fingers between her labia, instantly feeling her wetness, the slippery softness of her hairless pussy as I caressed up and down her slick folds spreading her copious juices around. Overcome by the urge to taste her, I scrabbled over and put myself between her legs and moved my head to her pussy. What a sight! Completely hairless, pale outer lips, pulling them apart with my fingers to reveal deep pink inner folds, shining with her juices, pulling wider to reveal her cunt opening secreting thick creamy juices and a gorgeous delicate pink clit peaking out from its hood.

I tentatively stuck my tongue out to taste her, she tasted very similar to myself yet slightly different, musky, salty and sweet all at the same time. I lapped at her juices enjoying the flavour and listening to her moaning at my attentions.

‘More…..give me more…..slip your fingers into my cunt, pleeease!’ She gasped.

Sucking my longest finger into my mouth to wet it, I then slid it slowly into her vaginal opening, delighting in the slickness of her pussy walls and her internal muscles clamping against the intrusion trying to pull my finger in deeper. I slowly pumped my finger in and out, watching my finger disappearing back and forth.

‘No, more…stretch me with your fingers.’ She instructed.

Emboldened, I inserted my index finger alongside the other and then a third, feeling her cunt walls open to accommodate my digits. I started to pump my fingers, knuckle deep into her, the squelching noises as my knuckles slapped against her juice coated labia exciting me further.

Leaning over, I sucked her clit into my mouth and drew the flesh in, trying to match the jamming of my fingers into her cunt with the drawing movements of my lips and tongue on her nub. Moaning and hissing her encouragement at me demanding more and more, I just couldn’t seem to fuck her with my hand hard enough.

She reached over to her bedside drawer and produced a dildo, it was bright pink, substantial in length and girth, offering it to me.

‘Shove it into my cunt, turn it on and fuck me hard!’ She ordered.

Without hesitating, I grabbed it, removed my fingers from her cunt and immediately placed the head against her opening which was gaping from the absence of my digits. I watched in awe as her cunt took the vibrator without any resistance, sliding in to the hilt, as deep as I could get it. I flicked the switch at the bottom to the maximum setting and felt the base buzz into life.

‘Oh god! Yes that’s it, now fuck me with it! Hard!’ She moaned loudly.

I started to slide the pink phallus in and out of her, twisting it at the same time. The pink plastic was marbled with her creamy juices, the opening of her cunt the flesh dragging back and forth over the object. I leaned forward again and sucked her clit into my mouth, sucking on the nub and pumping the false cock into her faster and faster.

‘That’s it Baby. Fuck it harder and deeper into me…….Suck me……harder….more…..Oh yes, just like that…….don’t stop.’ She was gasping now, bucking up to meet the dildo pounding into her cunt. Her body tensed, her hips remaining in the air as her orgasm built. I was euphoric, not only had I orgasmed, unbelievably twice from her but now I was successfully helping her, I felt so powerful to be able to do this, I don’t know who was more turned on, myself or Lynn.

As her orgasm broke and I slowed down the pumping of the dildo into her cunt and eased off her clit, I watched her juices push out around the pink plastic, dribbling onto my hand holding it. Never had I seen anything so erotic, the cream oozing out of her, I pulled the dildo from her making a popping sound and brought it to my mouth. I sucked her juices from the plastic and licked her cum from my hand, tasting her richness and Lynn watched me as she recovered from my attentions.

‘God that is sooo sexy. Watching you clean my juices, sticking my dildo, which was moments ago buried in my cunt, into your mouth to suck off my cum. Come here.’ She whispered.

I moved back to lay down beside her, my head resting on her shoulder, her arm around me and my hand palming her beautiful breast. Lying there quietly for a moment, thinking, I quietly said,

‘I’m done with Peter, you have shown me what I need, probably what I have been seeking and didn’t realise it was there all the time. I’m going to leave him, do you fancy a lodger?’

‘No, I don’t want a lodger. I want you in my bed, every night, as my lover. I have so many more things I want to do with you and share with you. Will you be that person?’ She inquired.

Without hesitation,

‘Yes.’ I replied.

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A week after Naomi had her hot orgy with Alex and Cristina she found herself showing a prospective buyer through the Sutton home. Alex and her mother were out having supper so that Naomi could show the home.

Her client was Megan McAllister, a strikingly pretty young woman of about twenty who had inherited a fortune from her father. With sleek black hair, finely chiseled features, and huge blue eyes, Megan wore skin tight ragged jeans that outlined her pussy lips and a skimpy halter top that seemed barely capable of restraining her jiggling tits. She carried a denim bag slung casually over one shoulder.

“This place could be beautiful with the right furniture,” the young heiress commented as the two walked down the long upstairs hallway. Megan poked her head into a carpeted and draped room, flipped the light on and then off, then moved to the next one. “It’s really quite impressive.”

In contrast to the almost sloppy way she was dressed, Megan had driven up to the house in a low sports car that Naomi would have guessed cost a small fortune. Such were the privileges of the very wealthy, Naomi couldn’t help thinking to herself, actually feeling somewhat overdressed in her pleated skirt and business like blouse.

“There’re four bedrooms in all,” Naomi volunteered helpfully, following the girl. “And five bathrooms.”

The bathroom at the end of the hall was right before them, and Megan said, “Speaking of bathrooms, I could use one right now?”

Leaving the door open, the shapely young woman stepped into the large bathroom and quickly pushed down her tight jeans. Unconcerned that Naomi stood just outside the door, Megan sat on the toilet and kept right on talking while she pissed.

“It’s a lovely house,” the girl perched on the toilet seat her jeans down around her slim legs. Naomi had not been particularly surprised to discover that Megan was not wearing underwear. “I might just buy it.”

Looking away, Naomi said, “The Ms. Sutton wants to sell as she is going through a divorce. I think the price is very reasonable.”

“Damn!” she heard Megan curse. “I’m sitting here with a dripping pussy, and there’s no toilet paper. I hope I have some tissues.”

Naomi turned to see the slender-hipped girl rummaging through her denim bag. Megan’s bare legs were tanned and smooth, her firm ass was perfectly round, and from where Naomi stood she could glimpse just a hint of the her shaved pussy mound.

Slightly aroused at the sight in spite of herself, Naomi let her eyes take in the half-naked girl without being overly obvious about it. The thought of her last encounter with Alex and Cristina made Naomi’s breath quicken almost imperceptibly.

“I guess I’ll just have to drip dry,” Megan sighed finally, unable to find any tissue.

And when she set her denim bag on the tiled floor, it tipped over, spilling its contents. Keys, makeup, hairpins, math books and other small items poured out in a jumble.

Most intriguing to Naomi, however, was a huge vibrator in the shape of a man’s stiff cock. At least eight inches long, it was made of smoothly polished plastic and was black.

“That’s my pacifier.” Megan giggled when she noticed Naomi staring at the vibrator. “I get a better tinge out of it than any man’s cock could give me.”

“Really?” Naomi asked with genuine curiosity. “I’ve never even used one.”

Picking up the huge plastic cock, Megan flipped it on and held it out for Naomi to see. The vibrator hummed in her hand.

“You can look at it if you want,” she offered, handing it to Naomi.

While Megan scooped everything back into her denim purse, Naomi examined the faintly buzzing plastic prick. As big around as it was, she could only imagine that it would stretch her tight cunt if she ever tried to use it on herself.

“It really vibrates!” Naomi said in almost a whisper. “It’s getting me horny just holding it in my hand.”

Giggling, Megan told her, “It’ll make your clit stand right up! Here, let me see it and I’ll show you how it works.”

“Okay.” Naomi nodded eagerly, giving the humming vibrator back to the girl.
Squatting in front of the toilet, Naomi watched with ever-quickening breath as Megan kicked her shoes and jeans away and scooted her bare ass forward on the toilet seat. The pretty heiress stretched her long legs out in front of herself and spread her knees wide, the lush slash of her pink cunt gaping lewdly when she did so.

Naomi found herself staring up into Megan’s glistening pussy, her eyes widening. The dark-haired girl’s puffy outer cunt-lips were so large they protruded wetly, their pink surfaces slick with oily wetness and trembling slightly.

“Take a good look. I love showing off my body. I am a rich fucking exhibitionist” Megan breathed in open invitation, spreading her bare thighs wider. Then she suddenly pushed the vibrator into Naomi’s hand. “Here,” she said. “You help me.”

As Naomi watched excitedly, Megan took the slippery folds of her thick cunt-lips in her fingers and slowly pulled them all the way apart. The tight pink hole of her pussy contracted wetly, the slick passageway throbbing with a quick flurry of little spasms.

“See how tight my cunt it,” the girl on the toilet said with a certain amount of pride. “And it gets wet so fast, when someone is looking at me like this. Do you think I have a hot fucking cunt Naomi?”

“Oh fuck yes,” breathed Naomi, feeling her own juicy cunt filling with juices and running into her thong. “God, Megan I can’t believe how big your clit is!”

With her fingertips, Megan had pulled aside folds protecting her pink clit.

Swimming in glistening juices, the quivering nub of Megan’s clit was fully as large as a small marble. It throbbed delicately, swelling and distending even as Naomi watched.

“Yes, big and sensitive. I love showing off my cunt at jean shops at the mall. The young clerks don’t even say a thing as I leave the door of change room open. The watch as I spread my legs and show them my clit, and they love it. I can come just by rubbing it with one finger if a hot young girl is watching me.”

Settling back against the tank of the toilet, Megan said quietly, “ Naomi, touch the vibrator all around my cunt, but don’t put it right on it yet. I like to save that for last.”

Trembling, Naomi kicked off her shoes and then sat down cross-legged between the other girl’s knees. Megan had her ass at the edge of the toilet seat, and the plump shaved cunt bulged out, her fingers still holding her slippery cunt-lips apart. Naomi scooted in closer to the girl’s pussy.

With only the very tip of the humming plastic cock, Naomi touched just below Megan’s large clit.

“Ohhh fuck!” Megan groaned, the smooth muscles in her thighs jerking. “I got a tingle straight up my cunt! Keep doing it! Ohhhh! Do it until I come! Oh yeah and I am a squirter.”

Leaning in so close that she could almost taste the pretty girl’s pussy, Naomi started touching the buzzing vibrator all around Megan’s pulsing cunt.

Megan’s blue eyes closed to half-slits and her heavy tits started rising and falling quickly with her heavy breathing. With a barely controlled wiggle, she squirmed her bare ass on the hard seat, her slender hips pumping gently.

“Stick the fat end of that cock up my cunt few times!” gasped the young heiress, as her juices began to drip from her pussy, and into the water in the bowel. “Ummmmm! You are good at this. You like my tight cunt don’t you Naomi. I want you to fuck me with the vibrator! Push that black cock up my cunt! Ohhhhhh fuck! I’m so wet!”

Gliding the smooth plastic prick up and down along the length of Megan’s gaping pussy, Naomi was so turned on that she was trembling. She slipped the tip of the vibrator into the Megan cunt-hole and pushed hard.

Megan groaned, “ Oh fuck my young cunt loves it Naomi. Ram it all the way up my cunt! Go on, it’ll fit! Just shove it really hard! Uhhhh! Ohhhh!”

Even as incredibly wet and slippery as the girl’s cunt was, the huge size of the humming plastic cock made it a very tight fit. Pushing, working it in and out, and then pushing some more, over and over, it took Naomi a few minutes to get the vibrator fully into Megan’s dripping pussy.

“It’s really in there!” Naomi moaned, her fingers slick with the Megan’s cunt juices. Gripping the base of the solid plastic prick, she started sliding it in and out of the dark-haired girl’s snatch with short, quick strokes of her hand. “God, you’re cunt has so much juice, it almost looks like you’re peeing!”

Groaning with passion, Megan slid her hands up along her slender middle and began squeezing her huge tits through her halter top. Her nipples poked stiffly against the fabric, two dark rings with hard, pointy tips.

“Damn, you’ve got beautiful tits!” Naomi told her, still ramming the vibrating cock up the girl’s tight cunt.

Sitting cross-legged on the floor as she was, Naomi’s pleated skirt had inched up to the edge of her filmy panties. Her bare thighs were shiny with sweat, her smooth calves rounded tautly. As fast and as hard as she could, she kept ramming the buzzing cock into Megan’s pussy, her hand moving furiously.

“Ohhhh, fuck me harter, deeper!” Megan moaned, shuddering. “Push that big cock as deep as you can in my cunt! Ohhh! It’s vibrating the hell out of my pussy! Harder! Fuck me harder with it! Uhhh! Oh Naomi my cunt’s throbbing all over!”

Meagan quickly reached around and undid the back of her halter top. She pulled it away from her trembling body, then dropped the handful of fabric to the floor.

The sight of Megan’s naked tits made Naomi suck her breath in with a sharp sigh. The pretty heiress’ tits were two perfect and firm, the round undersides of both were damp with sweat. Tilted upward and pointing outward slightly, Megan’s bare tits were lipped with the biggest, darkest nipples Naomi had ever seen in her life. Rings of deep crimson, the girl’s nipples throbbed warmly and became even more distended.

“Wow, what huge nipples you have!” Naomi breathed hotly, just the sight of them making her want to suck them. “And your tits are beautiful!”

Bending her knee outward suddenly, Megan brought one bare foot up and rested it on Naomi’s inner thigh. While Naomi repeatedly jabbed the humming plastic prick up her cunt hole as Megan worked her foot up under Naomi’s skirt. Megan then pressed her toes against the sopping crotch of the blonde woman’s panties, wiggling them back and forth on her clit overtop of Naomi,s wet thong.
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“Ohhhh, that feels so fucking good!” Naomi groaned, shivering at the wild sensation Megan’s toes gave her clit a tweak.

With one hand still cramming the huge vibrator up Megan’s hot cunt, Naomi reached down with her other hand and pulled the filmy crotch of her panties aside. Raising her ass slightly, she took Megan’s foot and pressed the girl’s toes up into her slippery cunt lips. Then, rocking back and forth, she held Megan’s foot to pussy and rubbed her wet cunt-hole along the Megan’s wiggling manicured toes.

“You’re going to make me come on your beautiful fucking toes!” Naomi said shakily, pressing Megan’s foot still tighter to her snatch. “Uhhhhhh! My cunt is to really get wet!”

“And I’m starting to come!” Megan gasped right back. “Slide the vibrator out of my cunt and use it on my clit! Uhhhh! Uhbhhhh! I can feel it starting! Ohhh, I’m going to come you fucking bitch!”

Naomi pulled, the vibrating cock put of the girl’s tightly gripping pussy with one fluid motion. Pressing the slippery shaft of it lengthwise along Megan’s trembling cunt-lips and she pressed the tip of it into the groaning girl’s throbbing clit.

“Ohhhhh fuck yes!” Megan gasped, and began coming immediately, sending a fine spray of sweet cum all over Naomi’s face.

Naomi held the cock head down on Megan’s clit and sucked her cunt lips into her mouth. “Ohhhhh, it’s so good!” “It’s vibrating on my big fat clit! Press it tighter! Uhhh! Ohhhhh God! Ahhh!”

Squirming under the impact of her climax, the sexy heiress with the big tits thrust her bare hips up and held them poised and grinding on Naomi’s mouth as cum spewed into the older woman’s mouth. It was more than Naomi could swallow and it ran out of the corners of her mouth and down her chin.

Megan groaned from deep within herself, her hot cunt juices squirting out of her pulsating cunt and into Naomi’s open and hungry mouth.

“I’m still coming! I’m still fucking coming!” she cried, her head rolling from side to side. “My clit’s throbbing so much I can hardly take it! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhh! My cunt is on fire!”

When finally her bare ass sagged back onto the toilet seat, Megan gave a last shivering shudder and closed her eyes trying to regain her breath.

Naomi stood up and reached up under her skirt, she pulled her soaked thong down. She pressed them under Megan’s nose and the young woman moaned and sniffed at them, then pressed the soaked crotch to her nipples, pinching them hard through the slick material of the thong’s crotch.

Naomi quickly stripped off her blouse. Her bare tits jiggled free, her nipples already hard.

In only her pleated skirt and nothing else, Naomi said, “ Megan, please use the vibrator on my cunt, I’ll suck your tits and eat your pussy while you’re doing it.”

Megan opened her eyes with a lazy smile. “Okay, you hot bitch,” was all she said.

They left their things in the bathroom and wandered down the hallway hand in hand. They stopped at the first bedroom they came to, then went into the room giggling. Naomi flipped the light on. It was obviously Alex’s room.

“Fuck, there must be a hot little teen in this room,” Megan said, giving Naomi’s hand a warm squeeze, “lets soak her sweet little bed with your cum Naomi.”

In her other hand, Megan carried the huge black vibrator. “Now I’m going to make you come like crazy.”

The sexy, dark-haired heiress pushed Naomi back on Alex’s bed then knelt on the carpet between the older woman’s legs.

Naomi pulled the younger woman too her and kissed Megan passionately, her tongue probing into the sweetness of her mouth. She ran her hands eagerly up and down the pretty girl’s supple body, squeezing and caressing her firm smooth flesh.

“Oh, you’re really horny, aren’t you Naomi?” Megan breathed hotly, her soft lips sucking wetly at Naomi’s. “It won’t take long to make you come!”

Still in her skirt, Naomi trailed her mouth wetly down the Megan’s neck. She kissed her flesh feverishly, then moved down along the curve of her large firm tits.

“Ummmmm!” Megan sighed dreamily when Naomi started sucking at her huge nipples. She held the vibrator in her hand, waiting for the chance to use it. “You’re making me horny as hell!”

Getting up on her knees on the bed, Naomi gave each of Megan’s ripe nipples a few more hungry sucks, then slid her mouth down along the girl’s flat stomach.

“I love your skin,” Naomi said with a tremor of anticipation as she neared Megan’s smooth wet cunt. “It’s just so silky!”

Naomi licked the soft flesh on either side of Megan’s pussy, then pushed her stiff tongue firmly into Megan’s wetly-gaping cunt. Inhaling the strong scent of it, Naomi eagerly licked down into the slick center of pink cunt-flesh, probing with her tongue tip into Megan’s pussy.

“Ohihhhh!” Megan moaned, spreading her damp thighs. “Eat me, Naomi! Ummm, it feels so fucking good! Ohhhh! Suck my cunt! Suck on my clit hard! Ohhhh fuck yes!”

Sucking as much of Megan’s slippery pussy as she could get in her mouth, she nuzzled her face into Megan’s wet cunt lips. She probed deeply with her tongue, sliding it up inside of the cunt-hole and licking out and over her huge engorged clit.

“Your cunt tastes so good!” Naomi whimpered, smacking her lips moistly at Megan’s protruding clit. “You’ve got such a sweet pussy!”

Naomi sucked and lapped at the firm cunt flesh until Megan was gasping for breath. The pretty girl on the bottom squirmed her ass and spread her knees still wider.

“I’ve got to get at your cunt!” Megan moaned weakly, reaching out and squeezing the firm back of Naomi’s bare thigh. “Spread your legs! I want to fuck you so fucking bad.”

As soon as Naomi moved her knees apart on the carpet, she felt Megan’s hand slide up under her skirt and between her legs. Megan’s eager fingers found her pulsing cunt and probed into it, her fingertips pushing up into Naomi’s wet cunt-hole and wiggling around.

“Ohhh! I love it!” Naomi gasped, pushing her hips down so that Megan’s slender fingers stabbed deeper in her cunt. “Shove your fingers as far up my pussy as possible! Ohbhhh! Keep playing with my cunt while I eat yours! Ummmmm! Uhhh!”

And then Naomi edged over until she was almost on top of the Megan’s writhing body on Alex’s. Without taking her mouth from Megan’s juicy pussy, Naomi aligned herself so that she had one knee on either side of her head.

“Now use that big fucking cock on my pussy!” Naomi moaned huskily, spreading her shapely legs so that her dripping cunt dipped down close to Megan’s face. “Ram that big cock up my cunt! Make me come with it! Make me come all over your beautiful face!”

Bringing both arms though the gap between Naomi’s damp thighs, Megan pushed the back of the pleated skirt up over her bare ass. She picked the cock-shaped vibrator up turned it on, then wedged the vibrating tip of it into the wet slit between Naomi’s quivering cunt-lips.

Naomi stiffened with a groan. “Ohhhhh! God, it’s like a million tiny spasms racing through my pussy! Push it all the way up me! Ohhhh! I love the way it feels going in my cunt! Ohhhhh God! It’s so damn big and hard!”

Inch by inch, Megan shoved the humming plastic prick up Naomi’s wet cunt. Her pretty face directly below the sloppy pussy lips. Naomi’s juices dripped down onto her cheeks and mouth and chin.

“Deeper!” she moaned, still mouthing Megan’s gaping pussy hungrily. “God, it’s shaking me to bits! Ummmmm! I can feel my cunt sucking at it! Give me every hard inch of it!”

Then, to get at Megan’s slippery snatch better, Naomi gripped the smooth backs of the girl’s thighs and pulled them back until Megan’s firm ass came up off the floor. She locked her elbows under the backs of the dark-haired girl’s knees and pressed down, Megan’s ass raising higher and rounding firmly.

Holding Megan’s legs down with her forearms so that her tight cunt gaped more than ever, Naomi lingeringly tongued her way up and down the girl’s pink juicy cunt.

“Oh fuck, I love the way you’re eating me!” the horny heiress groaned, her hand working the huge vibrator in and out of Naomi’s slippery pussy as fast as possible. “The way you’re sucking my clit, I might fucking cum before you do! Uhhhh! Lick me, Naomi! Suck my big fat clit!”

Lost in a haze of lust, Naomi groaned again and again with the tingling tremors the humming cock sent deeply into her foaming cunt.

She urged breathlessly, “Push that huge cock deeper in my cunt! Fuck me hard and fast with it! Uhhh! Ohhhhh! Slam it up my cunt hole! Ummm! That’s it! Faster, do it faster!”

Sliding her hands down the backs of Megan’s rounded thighs, Naomi pulled ruthlessly at the squirming girl’s slick cunt-lips with her fingers and the pinched the huge clit along with them. Naomi groaned and began grinding Meganhuge clit between her engorged cunt lips. Creating the kind of friction on Megan’s clit that was driving her crazy. Megan jerked beneath her, then jerked again when Naomi pinched down hard on the the sensitive covering that hooded her quivering clit.

“Ohhh, fuck yes! Yes!” Megan gasped when Naomi’s sucking lips enclosed her throbbing clit. “Suck it right there! Suck my clit till I come! Ohhhh! It’s so damn sensitive! You’re going cum so fucking hard! Ohhhhh!”

Sucking hard at the little flesh cock, Naomi teased at it with the tip of her tongue until Megan was sobbing with pleasure.

“Uhhhhh!” she moaned, straining to straighten her pinned legs. “You fucking bitch, Naomi! It feels so good, it’s driving me out of my mind! Ohhhhhh! Suck it!”

Naomi mouthed Megan’s pulsing clit eagerly, teasing and tickling it with her lips and tongue and teeth. She moved her hand down, her fingers sliding into the damp crack of the straining Megan’s perfect ass. Probing, she slowly worked two fingers into Megan’s tight asshole.

Megan panted, “Ahhh! Suck my cunt harder! I’m coming! Uhhhh! You’re bringing me off with your mouth! Ohhhhh! Jab your fingers farther up my asshole! Ohhh! I’m coming!”

Straining with all her might to kick her legs free, the climaxing girl jerked and shuddered uncontrollably and a surge of cum washed over Naomi’s face. Naomi sucked the thick cunt lips into her mouth as a second wave of cum forced its way into her mouth and down her throat.

“Ummmmmm! Oh fuck here cums another swallow my creamy cunt juice, you fucking pussy sucking bitch!”

Still sucking the thrashing girl’s pink clit feverishly, Naomi brought her off three times in a row with her hot mouth and cum ran down her face and onto the bed. Megan began to pick up the pace with the cock again.
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The realty agent thrust her bare ass back, her dripping cunt taking the humming vibrator deeper into its tight wetness. What felt to her like millions of tingling electric spasms suffused her tightening cunt with pleasure so intense she thought she’d pass out.

“Oh, fuck yes!” she rasped hoarsely, her fingers clawing at Megan’s throbbing asshole. “Keep shoving that thing up my cunt! Uhhhhhhh! Megan I’m gonna cum all over you! Ohhhhhh fuck!”

With one hand frantically pounding the vibrating plastic cock into Naomi’s juicy pussy, Megan searched with her other until she found her asshole. She gouged her fingers into it, stretching open the puckered hole as wide as she could.

“Oh, yes fuck my shit hole!” Naomi shuddered. “Uhhhh! Don’t stop! Uhhhh!!”

Naomi’s cunt erupted as her body went out of control her legs stiff, her hands slapping at Megan’s ass, a torrent of cum spurted around the sides of the big cock and drenched Megan’s beautiful face.

Megan pulled out the cock in time to take the second blast of cum full on her beautiful face. Megan groaned and sucked Naomi’s cunt deep into her mouth as a third and final flush of cum left Naomi’s convulsing pussy.

Naomi and Megan strained and groaned through so many blistering climaxes that they lost count. The wet suction of Naomi’s mouth made Megan come almost non-stop, the buzzing vibrator Megan plunged into Naomi’s slick cunt doing the same thing for the wiggling blonde girl.

“Ohhhh stop!” Naomi sobbed finally, sliding her mouth off of Megan’s dripping cunt. “My cunt and clit are so sensitive, I can’t take anymore!”

Sliding the humming cock-shaped vibrator out of Naomi’s swollen snatch, Megan gasped and lay her pretty head back pillow. “Come here and kiss me.”

Naomi raised up, then turned around and crawled onto Megan’s sweaty body. She kissed the girl lingeringly, her hot pussy pressing into the plump bulge of Megan’s cunt, her hands finding her firm tits.

Teasing at Naomi’s lips with her tongue tip, Megan breathed, “We’re going to have to do this again sometime.”

“We sure are.” Naomi giggled softly. “How about in fifteen minutes or so?”

And when she pressed her quivering cunt tighter to Megan’s, she felt the dark-haired girl’s thighs spread wide.

Both women were startled by a soft young voice behind them.

“Next time can I join you,” Naomi rolled over, it was Alex, her hand down her tight jeans her eyes fixed on the two women.

“Alex how long have you been standing there?” Naomi said startled.

“Long enough to get so fucking turned on I can’t stand it. Mom dropped me off then went out shopping she won’t be back for hours,” Alex said with a smile.

“Oh Megan, this is Alex uh the occupant of this room, and my fourteen year old lover” said Naomi.

“My pleasure, Alex, did you like what you saw,” Megan said spread her legs in front of the hot young teen showing her cum filled pussy.

“Fuck yeah, but what will mom say when she finds those cum soaked sheets in the wash?”

The three of them laughed as Alex striped eager to join the two women on the bed.

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Ashley has come a long way…

The next few days were fairly regular days compared to the last couple weeks of my life. I was able to have Sue over the next night, and I met with Ashley again the day after that to do similar play to what we had done before. The next day I simply recovered so that the following night, when Mom was off work, she could peek in on Ashley and I again. Those plans were spoiled when Mom texted me that she had to cover a shift for someone that had been out sick for the past few days.

It didn’t really change things for me, it just took a little of the kink away from it since Mom wouldn’t be audience to me playing with this curvy little pregnant beauty. I treated it like any other day. I finished work, came home, made dinner, and settled in while I awaited Ashley’s arrival. I heard the car pull up, and I quickly ran my dirty dishes over to the sink. The bell rang, and I went to the front door, opening it to see that curvier than ever pregnant cutie I was waiting for. Standing to her side just happened to be Mom, and on the other side was Aunt Pam.

I stood there silently as I looked at the three of them smiling back at me. Ashley finally broke the silence. She said that Kate, (the nurse that had set us up who just happened to be my “Mom’s friend”) had called her and was curious to know if things had worked out between us.

I moved aside and welcomed them in as Ashley continued to fill me in. She said that she told Nurse Kate (Mom) that we did hit it off and that I was helping her with exactly what she needed. Kate was very happy to hear that, and confessed that she knew it would work out since I seemed to be so sweet. She also confided in Ashley that if she wasn’t so worried that my Mom would find out, she probably would have flirted with me herself!

Ashley continued, saying that she was pretty sure that if Kate was interested, that I wouldn’t have a problem having some fun with her in private and keeping it a secret. They talked it over a while, and Ashley said that maybe it would be good to have a nurse overseeing what we were doing, and it would let us slowly see what developed.

Them Mom chimed in. She said that she was unsure of the whole thing, and if I would be interested or not. She decided that she would like some moral support if things didn’t work out, so she wanted to see if her friend Pam could come along. She said that she was sure that I had met Pam a time or two, and wanted to know if I remembered meeting her. I looked over to Pam with her wide smile, and I simply said that yes, I remembered Pam.

I invited everyone to sit down in the den so we could talk some more. Ashley said that since Nurse Kate already knew what she was looking for, she just went ahead and told the two of them that we had been releasing her milk and doing some stretching exercises to prepare her for the upcoming delivery in a week and a half. We chatted a bit, and Kate and Pam confirmed that they would be interested in being around while we did that, and that they were open to anything that happened after that.

I asked the trio where they thought we should start. They all looked at each other, but said nothing. None of them had a suggestion, so I recommended that we get some refreshments and go out to sit by the pool. I got up and went to the kitchen, grabbing some glasses and something to drink as the three of them walked out to the patio. I joined them out there and poured the drinks, passing the glasses out. We all talked a little more as they started to be a little more relaxed.

I asked if we should go ahead and hop in the pool to start things off. Everyone agreed, but then (Mom) Kate said that it might be fun if each of us had to undress the next person. Nobody had any objections. We were standing in a bit of a circle, so I simply turned to Ashley and started to unbutton her blouse. I opened her top, kissing her belly, and then slid it off of her arms. I bent down and removed her shoes, and then reached up and slid her pants down to the ground. I caressed my hands back up her legs as I made my way up to her sexy lace underwear, slowly dragging it down her legs as well. I ran my fingers all the way back up to her breasts, teasing along her skin. I hooked my thumbs under the straps ans slid them over her shoulders. I then walked around behind her and released her bra, letting it fall away so Kate and Pam could see her beautiful, milk-filled breasts.

The two mature ladies had big smiles from watching the show, so Ashley was quite comfortable when she turned to Pam, and started to remove the dress she was wearing. She lowered the zipper on the back of the dress, and the started to ease it off of her shoulders. The dress fell to the ground, and to everyone’s slight surprise, Pam stood there in nothing but heels. Since she had the smallest breasts out of the three of them, she was probably the only one that could get away without wearing a bra. (Aunt) Pam stepped out of her high heels and turned to (Mom) Kate…

Mom was also wearing a dress. Aunt Pam decided to get down in front of Mom, and run her hands up underneath the dress, before coming back down her legs with Mom’s black skimpy panties. She then stood in front of Mom and started to untie the belt that was holding the dress closed. Mom’s dress fell open, revealing her soft mature breasts in a sexy black bra and cute round belly. Pam ran her hands up Mom’s breasts and moved them outward, easing the dress off of her arms. She then reached for the clasp on the front of the bra, releasing it so Mom’s breasts could swing freely.

Finally, I was the only one with clothes still on. Mom turned to me and started to slowly released the buttons on my shirt. Ashley stepped behind me, pulling the shirt off of my shoulders and slipping it off my arms. I kicked my shoes off as Pam stepped up close to my side. She reached a hand down to release my belt as Mom started to lower my zipper, and release the button on my pants. All three of them took a hold of the waist, and slowly started to lower my pants and boxers together. As my boxers reached the end of my member, it stood up erect, right between Mom’s and Pam’s faces.

They turned toward each other and started to delicately kiss on both sides of my erection at the same time, moving up and down the length before reaching the tip and sticking their tongues out to tease it, then lightly flicking each others’ tongues. Ashley was rubbing her breasts on my back as her bulging belly pressed against my backside. I felt her wet nipples leaving milk on my skin as she moved across my back.

Mom and Pam stood up, and we all walked down into the pool. I knelt down in the pool facing Ashley, and started to suck on her breasts. We had the mature ladies on either side of us, with their hands on our backs, rubbing gently, intimately, as Ashley enjoyed the sucking. I took my time, going back and forth from nipple to nipple. I stopped my sucking, and stood up. I put a hand on the neck of Pam and Mom, and started to guide them down to Ashley’s nipples.

The two of them got down on their knees and came face to face with those extra large breasts. They looked at each other and giggled a bit before turning forward and pressing their lips onto Ashley’s breasts, and gently sucking the milk out. They both started to moan pleasantly as they tasted the sweet warm milk. I leaned over an started to kiss Ashley as she got both of her breasts nursed by two women that were twice her age.

Ashley started to moan stronger, which prompted me to look down. Mom had her hand between Ashley’s legs, and was teasing her kitten with her fingers as she sucked on the slowly deflating breast. I moved behind the two of them and got down to their level. I reached my hands underneath the pair of big, curvaceous butts, and laid my fingers on their underwater kittens.

Mom and Pam were enjoying drinking the milk, and didn’t stop for a second when I started to rub their pearls in time with each other. I watched Mom’s hand on Ashley’s kitten and made sure that all three of them were getting pleasured in rhythm. Their sucking moved into time as well, and their moans started to grow along with each other. Gradually, they started to feed on each others’ growing pleasure, all moaning together, and getting louder at the same levels.

I kept my fingers moving in time as I watched Mom’s hand on Ashley’s kitten. Pam was the first to break. She stopped sucking as her moan turned into a bit of a scream. As it got louder, Ashley did the same, then Mom followed suit. Their screams came in harmony, growing and growing, until they finally all climaxed together, holding onto one another for support as their bodies shook as one. I stopped rubbing on them as their climaxes started to subside.

I started to rub on up and down their backs underwater as they calmed down enough to continue sucking on Ashley’s nipples. I patiently watched and caressed, looking Ashley right in the eyes while they finished milking her breasts dry. Both of them finished within seconds of each other, and as if they wanted to know if the milk from the other breast was different, they turned toward each other and started to passionately kiss, running their tongues back and forth between each others’ mouths. Ashley and I watched the spectacle that was happening right between us.

Once they broke off their passionate embrace, I stood up and took Ashley’s hand, leading her to the edge of the pool. I lifted her up onto the deck and kept her seated right on the edge. I turned around and beckoned Pam over, lifting her up to sit her right next to Ashley. Mom came over and stood close-by. I took Pam’s hands and eased her onto her back. I moved Mom until she was standing right in front of her sister’s kitten. Then I had Ashley lay back, I lifted her legs, and began to feast on her kitten. Mom got the hint and quickly started to lick Aunt Pam.

I stood there next to my Mom as we had a competition to see who could get their playmate to cum first. Ashley was the first to scream in ecstasy, but Pam certainly wasn’t far behind her. The competition continued with the two of them laying on the pool deck screaming in orgasm back and forth. I was thankful that my neighbors weren’t that close by…

I stood up and put my hand on Mom’s ass. She came up from devouring her sister’s kitten, and we traded places. I enjoyed running my tongue over Aunt Pam’s pearl as Ashley soaked in the soft touch from Mom. When their orgasms became hard to trigger, the two of us got up from our feasts. I helped Mom up onto the edge of the pool and began licking her. Pam and Ashley watched for a pair of orgasms, before Pam cut in, taking my place at Mom’s kitten.

I fondled Ashley as we watched Aunt Pam licking Mom into climax after climax. Ashley still wasn’t aware of the incestuous twist that this night had going for it. She dropped down into the pool, and took Pam’s place at Mom’s kitten. Pam and I let them enjoy the kinky experimentation they were engrossed in as we stepped up out of the pool and made our way to the grass. Pam laid down on her back and spread herself wide open, waiting for me to enter her.

I got down and put some saliva on my penis, before easing it into Aunt Pam’s red hot kitten. We passionately kissed as I slowly thrust into her. I made sure to grind hard against her clitoris, and I was rewarded with a flood of juices as she squeezed down on my member, screaming into the night.

Ashley called over to us, asking if we wanted to go get cleaned up in the shower. I helped Aunt Pam to her feet, and we all walked into the house. Ashley led the way upstairs to the big shower that easily fit all four of us. I turned on the water, and picked up the soap and wash cloth. We took turns washing each other intimately. The experience was so erotic, I don’t think any of us cared to go any further, we could have just run our soapy hands all over each other for the whole night.

After everyone had gotten bathed, I turned off the water and got the steam going. I moved the bench out into the middle of the shower and had Mom lay back. I guided Pam down to one side, and had her start to suck on one of Mom’s breasts. I helped Ashley down and she started to suck on the other. I moved in between Mom’s legs and started to lick on her kitten once again. It would be hard to imagine a greater pleasure than having three people pleasuring you at the same time. I drank in Mom’s juice as she came to a squirting orgasm with me buried in her kitten.

Mom said that she was worn out, so I helped her up, and Pam quickly laid down to take her place. I feasted on Pam’s sweet kitten as she had her breasts teased for several orgasms as well. After not too long, Pam said that she was getting too sensitive, and said it was Ashley’s turn.

I helped Ashley onto the bench, but she had already had her breasts sucked dry this evening. I picked up the bottle of lube and started to prepare her kitten. I then covered my hand, making a fist. I pressed my hand into her kitten, and like previous visits, each time it was easier to slide in than the last. Mom and Aunt Pam watched intently as my hand disappeared inside of Ashley. Mom stroked her hand on my hard member as I pumped my fist into the hungry kitten.

I took my hand out of Ashley and picked up the lube. I took Mom’s hand from my member and covered it in the lube. I held her wrist and guided her hand to Ashley’s kitten. Ashley moaned in erotic pleasure as she felt that small hand from another woman ease up inside of her. I let go of Mom’s wrist, and she started to stroke her hand back and forth inside of the kitten. It moved very easily since her fist was so much smaller than mine.

I took Mom’s other hand and applied the lube to that one as well. I didn’t have to guide it this time, as Mom knew what was next. She took her her second hand and slid it in along her other one. Ashley moaned louder as the second hand disappeared inside, finally stretching her a little bit. Pam started to suck on Ashley’s breast while Mom worked her fists in unison, pumping in and out of the incredibly pregnant little woman’s kitten.

It definitely wasn’t stretching her enough to be painful, as Ashley started to cry out in orgasm. I positioned myself behind “Nurse Kate” and slipped inside her soaking wet kitten. I kept in rhythm with her pumping her arms in and out of Ashley, and softly thrust into her as I watched the three of them so intimately involved with each other. Mom had to stop pumping into Ashley while she put her head down, muffling her orgasm into her arms while her kitten squeezed my hardness.

Mom recovered quickly, and began pumping into Ashley once again with both fists. I removed my hardness from her to let her concentrate on giving Ashley another orgasm. I moved over and started sucking on the available breast while Pam continued to work on the other one. I wasn’t sucking for more than a few seconds before Ashley grabbed the back of my head as her entire body went tight. I lightly bit down on her nipple, making her cum even harder. She finally went limp as her climax subsided.

Mom pulled her fists out of Ashley’s kitten as Pam and I stood up. Mom looked at me for guidance, waiting to find out what kinky thing we were going to do next. I grabbed the lube and prepared one of Pam’s hands for some play. I had Mom move over to the side of Ashley, and Pam on the other side. I took Mom’s right hand, and Pam’s left, and had wove their fingers together, making one large fist. Ashley was all smiles as she watched the two mature women move into position, knowing just what to do.

The two of them brought their hands under Ashley’s legs, to the wet, loose kitten. They twisted their hands in unison as they gently pushed forward. Ashley put her hands over her head, pushing off of the shower wall to thrust her self down onto the duo’s fist. I ran my hands gently over their backs as I crouched between them, sitting front and center for this crazy show. I held Ashley’s legs steady above the ladies’ heads while they started to thrust into her faster and faster.

I watched her juices squirt out of her as the fist went in, and heard the wet noises coming from her kitten as they pulled back. Ashley froze once again, screaming from yet another orgasm. She had a tight hold on their fist, and the ladies were focused on watching this short, pregnant cutie cumming on their hands. They didn’t notice when I stopped rubbing their backs to start lubing up my own hand.

The two of them removed their hands from Ashley when she finally came down from her climax. They were surprised when my hand came in and laid on top of theirs. Ashley looked down in surprise as well when she felt the now massive three handed fist start to push against her kitten. She braced herself against the wall once again and pushed down hard against the three of us as our hands twisted and drilled, slowly working our way up inside of her.

Ashley started to moan with a little bit of pain, but she kept pushing down onto our hands until all three of us were finally inside of her. We slowly pulsed our combined fist in and out of her kitten, just enough to give her some pleasure as we continued to twist it back and forth. Mom and Pam reached their free hands up and teased Ashley’s nipples as she twisted her hips, grinding on our fist. I reached in with my other hand and teased her clitoris which was riding atop of her stretched labia.

Ashley’s moans started to build once again, and then filled the shower with the sound of her screams. I felt more of her hot juices start to flow over our fist, but she was stretched so much that she could no longer squeeze on our hands at all. I stopped my teasing on her clitoris as the ladies released her nipples. Ashley’s screams quieted into gasps for breath. We slowly pulled our fist from her now gaping kitten, and untangled our fingers.

We all just looked at each other in silence for a little while before Mom spoke up. She was looking at my still rigid erection as she said she thought that now we just needed to put a little icing on top of the cake. She looked over at the pregnant belly sticking up in front of her as Ashley laid motionless on the bench. I stepped over Ashley’s legs, straddling her. I started to stroke my hardness above that bulging belly before Pam stopped me.

She moved in and started to suck on my member, giving me deep strokes into her throat while she leaned over Ashley’s belly. I heard Mom step out of the shower but I was too involved to worry about why she had left. She was back moments later, and she told me to lean forward and put my hands against the wall as Pam sucked me. I braced myself against the wall and looked down at Ashley’s face as she watched me hardness being devoured.

I was surprised when I felt a firm, slippery toy press against my back door. I felt Mom’s hands reach under and start to massage my balls as she pressed the toy forward. I felt an egg shaped bulb slide up inside of me followed by a narrow, slippery shaft. It started to stroke back and forth inside of me a few times before it began vibrating. I knew that with the feeling of Pam’s throat caressing my hardness, Mom’s hand massaging my balls, and that vibration now hitting right against my prostate, I wasn’t going to last long.

I announced that I was about to cum, and Pam took her mouth off of me, using her hand to pull the skin tightly back, aiming my member at Ashley’s belly. My first shots were powerful, sending ropes of cum covering Ashley’s breasts. Pam aimed my cock down further, releasing the rest of my massive load on top of her belly, covering it almost completely.

When the cum finally stopped flowing, Mom removed the toy. I backed up and Mom moved around and joined Pam who was already licking my cum off of Ashley’s bulging belly. They paused for a minute, and gave each other a passionate tongue filled kiss as my cum dripped from their lips. They returned to Ashley’s skin, carefully catching every drop as it ran down her bump.

“Nurse Kate” took a mouthful of my seed and moved up to Ashley’s head. Ashley met her halfway, and the two of them erotically french kissed as Ashley drank my semen from Mom’s mouth. Mom moved back to Ashley’s breasts, and licked up more of my cum, bringing it back for Ashley to drink each time, over and over. I watched in amazement as the three uninhibited ladies continued their intimacy until all of the seed was cleaned from her skin.

I helped Ashley up, and turned on the shower so we could all get cleaned up… again…

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A quick recap of the events from part one. To Bree her and Trina may be copies of one another on the outside but on the inside they couldn’t be more different. Although after finding her sister’s diary Bree discovers a dark secret about her sister and discovers a little something about herself in the process. When we last saw Bree she was in the middle of Traina’s room reading about her sister’s sexual desires for none other than Bree herself. She had just found that her sister had been syping on her. A revelation that to Bree’s surprise had her excited instead of angry. A revelation that was interrupted when Trina caught her red handed and screamed her name. We pick up right where we left off.

Bree nearly fell to the floor from the shock of being pulled from her reading and her thoughts. She turned quickly to see Trina standing there the few steps into her bedroom. Her face was red and there were tears forming in the corners of her eyes. Her lower lip started to quiver and her hands were balled into fists so tight her knuckles were white. She wanted to go to her but was afraid Trina would hit her. Bree opened her mouth to say something, anything that would fix the situation but before she could Trina turned and ran.

She wanted to go after her or call her name but every part of her body felt frozen solid. She listened to the sound of soft sobs and Trina’s feet descending the stairs. Then came the sound of the front door slaming closed.

Bree shook herself out of this frozen state of shock and ran to her sister’s window. She watched as Trina made a wild dash into dense trees of the woods behind their home. Good god what had she just done? She glanced down one final time at the diary she was squeezing tightly in her hands. At the botton of the page she read the words that sent a chill like ice water through her soul…

“I couldn’t bear it if someone found out this dark secret of mine. I would rather die…”

Trina

Bree grabbed her cell phone and called her sister’s number. She heard the ringer going off somewhere downstairs. She ran from the room and found her sisters phone laying on the stairs about halfway to the main level. She must have dropped it as she ran down the stairs. She hadn’t even stopped to pick it up. It showed her just how upset her sister must be… the idea of a teenage girl without her cell phone at her side in this day and age was unheard of.

Shit… would she really harm herself in any way? Bree really didn’t think so but who knows in a situation like this. As if anyone had ever been in a fucking situation like this she thought. This had to be unprecedented right? The shame her sister had felt in all of those entries. Her confusion and her attempt to keep her dirty secret, all of it had come into the light… all because of her. She had to fix this but first she had to find Trina.

Bree ran down the stairs and slipped on a pair of shoes. She started running for the woods before she even thought about where her sister might have gone. Her mind was racing as her feet pounded the soft earth below. She let her eyes scan everywhere as she ran hoping to get a glimpse of her fleeing twin. She tripped twice on fallen branches but picked herself up with speed that should have amazed her. She didn’t bother to wipe the small sticks and dirt that clung to her arms and clothing away.

She finally took a second to catch her breath and try to clear her mind. Where the hell would she go? Their parent’s owned alot of land out here. She really had no idea how much but it had always seemed to Bree to stretch for miles. She tried to think of all the places she could hide but there were no old shacks, buildings or even a damn tree house. Maybe someplace where they had played as children. Her mind finally clicked on a spot that seemed reasonable.

When they were about 12 and still got along they would play in a cave about a mile from their house. They would spend hours in there pretending they were wives to handsome men who were at work. They would make pies out of mud to feed their imaginary men when they would return. Imaginary parties were planned and imaginary children were raised there. Sometimes they just yelled new dirty words they had learned at school to hear the echo bounce off the walls and then they’d burst into giggle fits.

Trina had to be there! Bree turned in the direction of the cave and began running again. Now with a destination firm in her mind she paid more attention to where her feet were going. Her heart was screaming at her to stop running and rest but she still had over half a mile to go. She tried to block out her pounding heart’s pleas by thinking of what she’d say to Trina when she finally found her. Sadly her mind couldn’t form words or thoughts so her focus returned to her feet as they pounded along the old path to the cave.

Bree finally made it to the entrance of it a few minutes later. She stood outside for a few seconds and tried to catch her breath. During her frantic pursuit she had realized that it had started to rain. Her clothes clung tightly to her body as she leaned against the branch of an old oak that they used to pretend was a horse as kids. She listened carefully and could hear soft sobs coming from inside the cave and knew she had been right about where her sister would go. Bree took one long deep breath to calm her frazzled nerves and went inside…

Trina sat in a dark corner of the small cave but there was enough light coming through that Bree could see she had her face buried in her hands. A beam of sun settled directly on her form causing her sister to glow like and angel. “Trina” she whispered softly.

Trina looked up and Bree could see her mascara had run down her cheeks and some was dripping from her chin. “Oh god please go away” Trina said quietly.

“Trina I’m so sorry… I was looking for some clothes and I….”

“I don’t care what you were doing. I don’t care what you read or what you think. I just want you gone and out of my life” Trina said her voice rising. Her fists were balled up again and her face was red with anger and embarrassment.

Bree knew she didn’t mean it but the words still stung. She walked to where her sister sat shivering in the dark cave. She could see that she was soaked from the rain as well. Her hair clung to the sides of her face and her clothes were plastered to her body. Trina sat there quietly and ingnored Bree’s presence. She decided to take her chances and sit down beside Trina even though she figured she would probably get hit.

Bree scooted close and put a hand on her sister’s shoulder. “Dont touch me” Trina whispered as she looked up into Bree’s eyes.
She removed her hand and stared back at her sister. She held her gaze for a few seconds before looking down at the cave floor below.

“I… I always thought you hated me” Bree finally said.

“I do hate you” Trina answered unconvincinly.

“We both know you don’t mean that… I’m glad… I’m glad I found your diary Trina”.

“What? I’m not! You invaded my privacy. You clearly read things that nobody was ever supposed to know. You ruined my life” Trina whispered the last line defeated. Her body shook as she fought down another sob.

“We can’t let anyone find out” Bree said quietly placing her hand on her sister’s thigh.

“Well no shit. It’s bad enough you know. If anyone else knew I’d be ruined” Trina said barely holding back from screaming the words. She was looking at Bree as if she had just said the dumbest thing ever.

“Not about that…” Bree whispered as she moved a little closer.

“Then wha…” Trina’s words were cut short as Bree’s hand cupped her face and pulled her in close till their lips met. Trina tried to push her away out of shock but Bree held her firm against her until the shock faded and desire replaced it.

Bree’s lips parted and her tongue soon found her sister’s, eager for her’s as well. Bree felt her sister’s hend move behind her head as she pulled her closer until the kiss was almost painful. Trina’s teeth bit down lightly on her lower lip and a soft moan escaped from deep inside Bree. Her body felt like it was awash in flames that burned hotter the longer the kiss went on.

Months of confused feelings and desire poured out of Trina through the kiss. Trina finally broke it and pulled Bree close to her. Her head rested on Bree shoulder.

“Are you really sure about this Bree” Trina asked quietly.

“No but yes at the same time” she took Trina’s hand and their eyes again met. “I know it’s crazy and probably wrong in several ways but I can’t ignore what I felt when I read your words. I’m just as confused as you were when you started writing in your diary about me and what you were feeling.”

“Do you need more time to think things through then?” Trina asked.
“Yeah… I mean obviously I want something but its probably best if I have at least a little time to think about everything. Especially considering whats at stake if I find that what I’m feeling is just a phase that’ll pass. You’ve had these feelings for months now and you’ve had time to analyze everything you’ve been feeling. This… well. This is all new to me”

Trina looked disappointed but understanding. “Ok… but you’ll let me know right? No matter what you decide?”

“Of course I will.” Bree said.

The two sister’s laid on the floor of the cave and held each other close as they listened to the storm outside. The rain had picked up and the wind had soon followed. It came down in heavy sheets that the wind blew towards the entrance of the cave. No words were spoken between the them. None were needed. They just laid there and listened to the screaming wind, falling rain and thier pounding hearts.

Nearly an hour passed since they shared their first kiss when the rain finally stopped and the last rays of daylight flickered over the horizon. Bree stood and helped her sister to her feet and they emereged from the cave hand in hand. Although they knew nobody would be around for miles they still released their hold on one another once outside. Together they made their way back to the house. Still nothing was said as they walked side by side. They shared nervous glances at each other from time to time though.

Bree’s mind bounced thoughts around as she walked. She had never really had many sexual feelings before. At least not towards another person. She had watched porn yeah and masturbated plenty of times but she had never actually met anyone that had turned her on. Now here she was feeling this way about her sister of all people. Her identical twin sister in fact. Did that mean she was attracted to herself in some way? The idea sounded ridiculous when she thought of it like that. She was feeling so many emotions that it made it hard to walk. Confusion, curiosity and desire consumed her as they continued on together.

Fifteen minutes later they entered their parent’s home and headed up the stairs together. Bree was about to open her bedroom door and go inside when Trina placed a hand on her arm and stopped her. “Do you think…” she paused searching for the right words. “You know if… you decide you don’t want to. That all of this and everything that happened back at the cave was all a mistake. Well do you think you will still be ok being around me?” Trina asked.

“Of course I will. You’re my sister. I’ll love you no matter what.” She laughed a little and added “I loved you even when I thought you hated me. This would be nothing.”
Trina wrapped her arms around Bree and squeezed so tight she could barely breathe. Bree could feel her sister’s relief in the hug. Then Trina leaned in and kissed Bree lightly on the cheek and went to her room. Bree watched her walk away trying not to focus solely on the way her wet clothes still clung to her skin. Trina turned and gave her a brief smile then went into her room and gently closed the door behind her.

Bree stood outside her door for a second before she turned the knob and opened her it. Her computer screen glowed in the corner of her dark room. She flipped on the light switch as she closed the door behind her. It had only been a few hours before that her incident with Brad had consumed her every thought and now the whole thing seemed irrelevant compared to the recent events.

She walked over to her computer and stared at the screen for a moment. Her character stood on a small hill staring off into nothingness. Bree reached out and shut the screen off. She was about to head to her bed when she turned back to the computer. Bree leaned down and looked at her Web Cam. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. She brought her hand to her mouth and blew a kiss at the camera before reaching out and turning it to face the wall.

“Bitch” she heard Trina scream from her room and the two burst out laughing together.

Once in bed Bree laid there trying to shut off the thoughts that ran circles in her mind. She kept replaying everything that had happened throughout this crazy day. Her encounter with Brad that sparked the events that had seemingly changed her life. The feeling she had when she slipped into her sister’s panties. She no longer ignored the meaning behind it. She had known then that her thoughts of being aroused had nothing to do with how the sexy panties had made her feel about herself. Now she was willing to accept the fact that it was Trina that excited her. Her mind then went to the words she had read in her sister’s diary and pleasure ran though her body.

As she lay there she shimmied out of her pajamas and let her hands explore her soft naked flesh. Her nipples burned with sensitivity as she ran her finger tips over them. She let her other hand slip down between her legs and found herself wet with excitement and anticipation. This had all been building for hours now and as her mind ran through her sister’s words Bree’s orgasm was close to say the least.

She let her thoughts focus on the last entry she had read before Trina had entered the room. She moved her finger inside herself as her thoughts went to her sister mirroring her every move. Bree’s orgasm built as her finger began running tight circles around her clit. Her hips started to buck up and down and her breathing picked up speed. She shoved her face in her pillow as her orgasm burst through her body like race horses released from the gates. She thrashed in her bed and her back arched as the explosion of pleasure consumed all of her body.

When it finally passed she laid very still and silent. She waited for feelings of revulsion at what she had just done and the thoughts that had been running through her mind to come pouring in and rain on her parade. Yet nothing happened. She didn’t feel disgust at herself. The only thought that ran through her mind was what this might have been like had she experienced it with Trina instead of alone.

Bree suddenly heard her phone buzz and reached for it on the nightstand. She opened it and saw it held a message from Trina. Her breathing picked up again and she wondered what the message held. She opened it and immediately started laughing. It held one single word that told her Trina knew exactly what she had been doing only moments before.

She looked at it again “bitch” stared back at her. She sent back a little kissy face in return and then let sleep take hold of her…

End of Part 2

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A naughty teacher lusts after her young studnets, including her own daughter. Luckily, the futa-fairy is there to make all her wishes come true!

The Futa Fairy – Futa Teacher’s Naughty Wish
Chapter One: Ms. Marcie’s Student Dilemma
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2017

Every day was torture when I walked into the hallowed halls of Washington College, the school where I taught at. Everywhere I looked, the girls strutted down the halls, so youthful, so sexy in their tight jeans, their tighter tops, their short skirts, their leggings that molded to nubile flesh. My heart raced, my pussy so hot in my panties and pantyhose, my nipples hard in my blouse. So many beauties. The eighteen-year-old freshman just budding into womanhood. The twenty-one-year-old seniors strutting like they were hot shit, the nineteen-year-old sophomores and twenty-year-old juniors trying to emulate them.

It was enough to make me salivate like a dirty, old man.

And I wasn’t old. I was in my early thirties and, more importantly, a woman. But I was just so hot for all of them. I wanted to pull on my strap-on, bend their pretty asses over my desk, and fuck them so hard. I would plow them, ramming my dildo over and over into their hot, steamy depths.

My cheeks burned as I walked through the halls, my heels clicking, my hips swaying. The boys noticed, of course, their hungry eyes on my flesh. But I ignored them. They weren’t the soft, silky, feminine delight that made me wet.

I licked my lips, watching a cute girl sway by, her ass writhing in the jeans. I swear she had to pour herself into those. Her thong peeked out the back. I wanted to snap it before I ripped down her jeans and devoured her barely legal snatch.

I was such a bad teacher.

“Good morning, Ms. Marcie,” one of my favorites smiled as she walked past. I had Keily Redding last year as a freshman. And again this year, the auburn-hair nineteen-year-old making my pussy so wet. How I would just devour her. I would go to town on that pussy.

I bet she was a virgin. I bet barely legal, virgin cunt tasted amazing.

I lusted after all my female students, but I had my favorites. The girls I really wanted to usher into the joys of lesbian passion. To teach them, mold their impressionable minds to the delights a woman could offer them. It made my clit so hard, my pussy so wet as I pictured them.

Keily Redding on her hands and knees lapping at my pussy, her auburn hair spilling about her naked shoulders.

Sita Korrapati, the principal’s nubile daughter, bent over my desk, her red-brown ass wiggling at me, the Indian girl begging to have her cherry popped by my strap-on.

Heather Jackson, a pixyish blonde with short hair and big, blue eyes that looked so much like my own daughter’s.

Yunjin Kim, a Korean doll who would shudder as I devoured her pussy.

Pattie Jones would scream her pretty head off as I devoured her Black snatch, her beaded braids clacking as she bucked and shuddered.

Jamie Miller shuddering on my desk, her cheerleader skirt hiked up over her waist as I fucked her hard with my double-headed dildo.

Amber Matheson, that delicious beauty mark on her fair cheek, staring up at me as she fisted her hand in and out of my cunt.

And the one I lusted after the most: Belinda Baumgartner. My daughter with her brown hair in pigtails, her blue eyes centered on her angelic face. I would love to pop her cherry. Eighteen. Just started at Washington College. And enrolled in my first afternoon class.

I was such a wicked teacher and a bad mother all rolled into one.

“Hey, Ms. Baumgartner,” a male student said, nodding his head. He was in my second class. I hadn’t gotten his name yet. I was so bad with the boys in my classes. I also insisted that they use my last name. Only the girls could call me Ms. Marcie.

Which made me feel so naughty.

“That was such a good game on Friday,” I smiled at Jamie as she walked by. “You did such a great job your first time out.”

Pink spotted Jamie’s cheeks. “Thanks, Ms. Marcie. It was a lot of fun.”

“I bet. Losing your cherry to your big sister’s huge girl-cock must have been amazing.” Memories of that wild game shot through me. The cheerleaders put on such a rousing show, writhing in lesbian passion. And two of them were futanari. Just amazing.

I couldn’t wait for Friday’s game. I only went to ogle the cheerleaders, and this year their routines were so naughty.

“It was, Ms. Marcie,” she beamed. “I have to get to class. See you in an hour.”

“You better have your English homework done.,” I smiled and continued striding along.

And then groaned in annoyance. Two cherub-faced girls were kissing in the hallway. I vaguely remembered standing beside them as I cheered on the Pussycats, the nickname for the college’s cheer squad, on Friday, groping both their asses as they fingered each other. I grit my teeth. I hated PDA.

“No kissing in the halls,” I snapped at the girls.

They broke apart with guilty flushes.

“You know that. No public displays of affection. This is a school. Save it for the bedroom.”

“Yes, ma’am,” they squeaked together, their faces flushed. They were cute, probably seniors. They scurried off, their tight asses wiggling.

I shook my head. What was the world coming to? I liked kissing girls, too, but in public? It was so disgusting watching people really kiss in public, especially with all that tongue. There was a place for that. The bedroom. A parked car. The football game while watching the Pussycats fuck and lick each other on the field.

“Hello, Ms. Marcie,” delicious Sita said as she passed me, her face round with that delicious, red-brown skin of the Indian Subcontinent.

“Did you get your homework done?”

“Of course,” she smiled as she fell in beside me. She was in my first class.

“Don’t know why I asked. Your mother would never let you slack.”

“No,” she said, her neck straight. She had a 4.0 GPA and would probably be valedictorian.

I ached to give her a different education. I bet she would be just as diligent at learning pussy licking as she was at learning Shakespeare.

We reached my classroom. I held the door open for her, loving how her skirt swayed covering that ass. She had a great one. I would give anything to see her naked. I bet she was a virgin, too. Everything about her screamed innocence.

I wanted to masturbate so badly as I sank down at my desk, the other students filing in.

My phone buzzed in my purse. I pulled it out. Class hadn’t started yet, so I could have my phone out. Once the bell rang, teachers, like our students, were expected to put our phones away and pay attention. Principal Korrapati was very strict about that.

I didn’t recognize the number the phone came from, though it had an Alaska area code. I used to live in Alaska, and the 907 area code covered the whole state. Was it an old friend? It had been over a decade since I lived there.

I opened the message. Cute bluish-white snowflakes rained down from the top, the text message in a richer blue font.

Oh, that was such a naughty desire you have, Marcie. I almost came just feeling it.

So don’t you worry your naughty cunt. I will make it happen. I will make sure you fuck every last student you want, even that cute daughter of yours. Expect me real soon. I will rock your world.

Damn, I love naughty teachers.

B

Esq. of Winter

My cheeks warmed just reading the vulgar message. Then I swallowed. Who could possibly know that I had a thing for my students? Was it another teacher? Or a student? They were all so tech savvy these days. And the tone… It sounded like one of the girls these days. They swear as bad as the boys.

I had even heard my eighteen-year-old daughter drop the f-bomb once with her friends.

And she knew I lusted for my daughter. That I wanted to violate the maternal bond I had with her. I squirmed in my chair, my cheeks on fire as I read the message again and again. My heart raced. If anyone found out I wanted to molest my students, my daughter, my career would be over.

My chair creaked as I rubbed my thighs together. It would be so hot if it could happen though. If this mysterious B could make my wishes come true. But that was insane. No one could do that short of drugging the girls so I could have my way with them. I could seduce one, sure. Maybe two, if I were patient.

But I knew the risks if it backfired. It was better to find older woman who liked to roleplay. Have them put on naughty skirts and pretend to be innocent, Catholic schoolgirls for me.

My eyes flicked to Sita as she smiled at me. I pictured grabbing her black hair and pulling her face into my pussy. To feel her tongue lapping through my folds. To shudder and cum on those innocent lips, leaving them smeared with my pussy cream.

I squirmed more. This was so insane. I needed to gain control of myself. Things like that didn’t happen in the real world.

I put my phone away, my stomach twisting. A chill shot down my spine. I really could be in trouble if someone thought I was lusting after my students. My heart raced beneath my breasts as the rest of my students filed in.

And I couldn’t just sit here. I had to teach.

It was probably just a prank. Everyone knew I was a lesbian. A bigot was probably just messing with me, trying to get me scared. They always thought dykes were also predators, looking to seduce innocent girls into our “sinful” lifestyles.

It was hard to focus on teaching, between my fantasies of Sita and the twisting fear in my stomach produced by the text. But I focused, moving before my class as I lectured on Romeo and Juliet, my pantyhose whisking with every step.

Such a comforting sound.

“Okay, I want you to read the final act for tomorrow’s lecture,” I told them, ignoring their groans.

My students stood up. Sita headed to me, holding her text book to her breast. She wore a dark cardigan buttoned up, her white blouse peeking through the V neckline. She gave me such a dazzling smile.

“Ms. Marcie, could I stop by after school and talk to you? I have a few questions about the lesson.”

“You didn’t understand it?”

“No, I just had an idea for a project.”

“Looking for extra credit.” I shook my head. “You’re already at a 4.0 in my class.”

“Still,” she smiled. “Can I?”

“Of course you can. I would love to hear about your project.

I had Amber Matheson in my next class, the precocious girl sitting up front, her legs clad by white tights beneath her knee-length skirt. She even wore black Mary Janes, fueling my schoolgirl fetish. Her black hair fell about her fair face, her beauty mark only emphasizing how gorgeous the nubile nymph was.

I practically drooled over her all through my second lecture, ignoring Patti and Yunjin entirely. I even stumbled over my words, my poor panties soaked. Luckily, my third class was full of seniors, the girls too slutty, too sure of themselves for my taste.

“Hope you cheer as well on Friday, Kimmie,” I told the cheer captain as she strutted out.

“Oh, we are going to have a great game,” she nodded. “Thinking about getting a titty fuck from Becky and her huge boobs while Cassandra fucks her from behind.”

“Well, that will get the team’s blood pumping and the crowd roaring,” I grinned.

And then my classroom was empty. I was just so horny. I bit my lip, glancing at the door. Then I sauntered to it, flipping the deadbolt with a loud clunk. I flicked off the lights, plunging my room into darkness. Only the light streaming through the small window in the door illuminated the room.

I strutted back to my desk, my clit throbbing. I had to masturbate. I needed that release or I would never get through the day. I sat down in my chair. It creaked as it leaned back. I spread my legs, throwing them over my desk, my skirt riding down my dark nylons.

I shivered, rubbing my stockings. I loved how they felt beneath me, my body writhing as I slid down lower and lower, the silk caressing my fingertips. Heat raced up my legs, ending at my hot pussy.

I groaned when my fingers reached my pussy. I rubbed at it through my pantyhose and panties. The heat bled through as I rubbed myself. I bit my lip, letting out a soft moan as I stroked up and down my crotch, pressing the material of my panties into my wet pussy.

My clit throbbed as I closed my eyes.

“Mmm, just like that, Sita,” I moaned, picturing her dark fingers running up and down my pussy.

And this will make sure I get a 4.0, Ms. Marcie?

“Oh, yes,” I groaned, picturing her body naked, her breasts small, her nipples dark.

And what about me, Ms. Marcie? Keily asked, her green eyes wide behind her glasses. Do I have to touch you, too?

“You all do,” I panted, picturing all my favorites naked before me, their youthful bodies flushed with desire. Pattie’s ebony skin pressed against Jamie’s, Yunjin’s pale-olive contrasting with Amber’s ivory flesh. Heather shuddered, squeezing small breasts, her blue eyes so sweet.

And my daughter, a big smile on her lips as she reached in to rub at my pussy, too. I groaned, my hand moving faster and faster up and down my slit as I imagined all the nymphets touching me, such eager delight on their faces, their fingers caressing me through my pantyhose.

Pleasure rippled out of my pussy. My clit ached every time I rubbed it through my panties. The bud throbbed. My cunt clenched. I groaned, chair creaking as I squirmed, my fingernails scratching on my pantyhose. I loved the sound.

“Just like that,” I moaned. “And don’t forget to kiss each other.

I pictured Yunjin and Heather kissing hard, their small breasts pressed together. Pattie’s ebony arms wrapped about Jamie’s body, kissing the nubile cheerleader hard. Keily moaned in delight as she kissed my daughter, their tongues dancing. And delicious Amber and innocent Sita melted together, that red-brown flesh so hot contrasting with Amber’s fair skin.

My body shuddered as my orgasm rippled through me. Just picturing my nubile schoolgirl orgy had me cumming hard, fast. I moaned, more than heat bleeding through my nylons. My tangy cream coated my fingers as I shuddered.

The pleasure hit me hard, fast. It crashed through my mind. The rapture drowned me in darkness. It carried me away. I loved it, drifting in ecstasy, the moans and sighs of my cute students echoing through my mind as they loved each other.

It would be so hot.

“It would be, Marcie,” a wicked voice purred. “And I am going to give it to you.”

I blinked, opening my eyes. I was surrounded by ice. Pure ice with just a hint of blue in it. The ceiling, the walls, the desk my naked legs were thrown over. I squirmed, feeling the numbing cold on my naked ass and back.

“What?” I gasped, my heart racing as I hopped to my feet, my ice chair rolling backward as I stood on the ice floor. I looked around. My classroom had been reproduced exactly in ice from the desks to the posters on the wall.

I could even read the text on them, the ice’s huge varying in subtle ways.

My pencils. My papers. My purse. The dry erase markers sitting on the lip of the icy whiteboard. The windows. The door. Everything was ice. It was bitterly cold and yet I didn’t shake. My feet felt winter’s chill beneath them, but I didn’t flinch from it.

“Relax,” the voice purred. “Relax, Marcie. I hope I can call you Marcie. Ms. Baumgartner sounds too…formal for me. So, relax, Marcie, I’m not going to hurt you. I am going to fuck you. But not hurt you.”

I blushed, realizing I was naked, and covered my large tits. My arms pressed against them as I whirled around, searching for the source of the voice. I did a complete 360 already and had failed to see her sitting in the front row.

I blinked.

There was no way I could miss such a striking, gorgeous woman sitting naked at the icy desk, her large breasts jiggling as she lounged, her naked thighs peeking out the sides, her toes wiggling. Purple hair spilled about a voluptuous, hungry face, her silver eyes twinkled with a mischievous glint that made me shiver at how ancient her mirth was. I felt dwarfed by the ages she had lived and smirked through, like all of human history was a joke to her.

And, of course, I was struck by the gossamer wings thrusting over her shoulders, as delicate as a dragonfly’s.

She pursed lush lips. “Mmm, yes, you are a gorgeous woman, Ms. Marcie. I am going to enjoy fucking you.”

“F-fucking me?” I stammered, though not from the cold. “You’re really not my type.”

“No, my boobs are too big and I look too old. No, you like them young and tight. Though you’re too scared to really go for those nubile things wandering about your school. But never fear, once we’ve finished our bargain, you’ll be fucking them left and right. They’ll be coming so hard on your cock.”

“Cock?” I blinked. “What is going on?”

“You got my text, right? You’re a teacher, I thought you were smart.”

“You’re B?”

“Bean Sidhe,” she answered with a dismissive wave, pronouncing it the E and A in her first name. “But that’s such a mouth full, isn’t it? B’s so much better.”

“Bean Sidhe…” I blinked. That sounded familiar. “Isn’t that…banshee, right? From Irish Mythology?”

“If you want to butcher my name, sure,” she grinned.

“Which makes a you a fairy.”

She laughed, her breasts jiggling. “See, I knew you were smart. Esquire of Winter, at your service.” She gave a mocking bow, her pillowy tits spilling across her desk. Her nipples were so fat and hard. “Now, let’s get down to business.”

“You mean…fucking?”

Her smile was so hungry. I felt like a rabbit before a cougar. “The fucking’s part of it. You made a wish, and I am here to answer it. To give you what you want.”

“To…seduce my students.”

“Including that nubile daughter of yours.” B shivered, her breasts shuddering. “Oh, she is a delicious thing. Those pigtails. She makes my cock so hard.”

“C-cock?”

“C O C K,” the fairy purred as she slid out of her desk, standing up. “You know, cock, dick, penis, pecker, dong, schlong, johnson, willy, woody, hardon, skin flute, pipecleaner, love shaft, the one-eyed snake, salami, fuckstick. So many names. Even a lesbian is bound to recognize one of them.” She was a few inches taller than me, her body curvy and delicious, her skin so pale. And thrusting from her thick, violet bush was a huge cock.

My eyes widened. “What is that?”

“My…futa-cock. I think that’s what the summer slut calls it. I’m a futanari.” She lifted her cock and spread the thick lips of her pussy apart, flashing juicy pink. Her cock thrust from her folds. “See. I have both.”

“F-futanari. Like Kimmie and Cassandra?”

“Mmm, yes, their antics…inspired me,” B moaned, walking towards me, stroking that huge girl-cock. It was as big as the two cheerleaders. “I wanted to join the fun.”

“Oh, god, you’re going to make me into a futanari.” My pussy clenched. “Then I can fuck all my students. My daughter.”

B winked her moon-bright eye at me.

“In exchange for a favor, to be collected later.”

“F-favor.”

She reached me, her hands sliding up my side. A shiver rippled through me. Her fingers were so cold they burned on my skin, warming my body. My pussy clenched. That huge cock nudged at my brown bush as her hands climbed higher and higher, cupping my breasts.

“Just a little IOU.” She arched an eyebrow. “What do you say, Teach? Ready to get some schoolgirl pussy?”

“Yes!”

Her lips seized mine, kissing me with such passion as she pressed her large, pillowy tits against mine. Our nipples brushed as her tongue buried into my mouth with such passion. She pushed me back, the frigid edge of my desk brushing my thighs, my rump falling down on it as I moaned into her mouth. Her wings hummed as her hands caressed my sides.

My pussy burned with heat. Juices coated my thighs. I shuddered, loving the burning ice of her touch. Thrills rippled through my body at the clashing sensations. I was so hot, so wet, for her huge girl-dick.

She pushed me backward, breaking our kiss. I panted as I stretched out on my desk. Her hands slid down to my thighs, spread open, my pussy lips parting. Her cock brushed them. I shuddered, eager to be filled, eager to make this pact and have my own girl-cock.

“You are going to fuck all their tight, barely legal cunts,” purred B. Her cock slid up and down my pussy, nudging my clit, making me tremble. “You’re going to violate their young twats. You’re going to fuck them so hard.”

“Yes!” I moaned, humping against her. “Give it to me! I want it! I want it soooooo badly.”

“Especially your daughter?”

“Especially Belinda!”

“Good!”

I gasped as she thrust her cock into my pussy. That huge girl-dick slammed into my steaming depths in a single thrust. I convulsed at the icy cock burning inside of me. Rippling delight flooded through my body, the cold stimulating my flesh and driving me wild. I clenched down on the girth, bigger than any dildo I had ever tried.

Her tits heaved over me from the force of her thrust, my own big boobs jiggling. I squirmed on my frigid desk, drinking in all the sensations. I should be frozen. I should be numb from the cold, but instead it was so exciting. So amazing.

My thighs wrapped about the futa-fairy’s thighs, staring up at her silvery eyes. “Pound me! Give me my cock!”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Oh, the fun you shall have with your nubile schoolgirls.”

I shuddered as she drew back her futa-cock through my folds. My hands shot to my tits, squeezing my lush mounds as the pleasure rippled through me. My fingers dug into my soft breasts as I squirmed, loving the friction of her icy dick. She smiled at me, leaving just the tip of her huge dick in my pussy, letting me squirm.

And then she buried into me again.

A wordless moan burst from my lips as I shuddered. Her dick felt amazing in me. So big and thick and hard. My eyes rolled back into my head. My pussy clenched on her dick. I shivered in delight, humping against her as she worked her cock over and over into my pussy, reaming me, making me feel so good.

Pleasure rippled through me with every thrust. Her cock hammered me, her big tits bouncing over my head, her violet hair dancing about her shoulders. Her wings hummed with her excitement. She gasped and moaned as she savored my tight cunt.

“Oh, yes, you naughty teacher,” she purred. “Mmm, you just love my big, huge cock reaming your pussy. Ooh, the fun you are going to have with your schoolgirls.”

“Yes,” I moaned, my pussy clenching on her dick. I squeezed my tits so hard, fingernails biting into my sensitive flesh.

“You’re going to pop their cherries, fuck their mouths, bend them over your desk and bugger their asses.”

“Yes!”

My orgasm swelled so fast through me as the futa-fairy pounded me. She leaned over me, planting her hands on either side of my body as she hammered me. It shifted the way her cock slid through my hole, teasing different parts of my depths. I groaned, clenching on her plunging girth as she fucked me.

Her tits swayed over me, nipples so hard. I reached up, grabbing them and squeezing their pillowy mounds. My fingers dug into her flesh, loving the feel of her pliant mounds. She shuddered, her eyes rolling back into her head as she reamed me harder and faster. She slammed that cock into my depths. She had me shuddering and moaning, my body heaving beneath her.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned, my pussy clenching on her thrusting girl-cock. “I’m going to fuck them all!”

“Such a wicked teacher!” B moaned. “Oh, if I had a daughter, I would love for you to educate her!”

My pussy clenched so hard on her dick. I massaged her heavy breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples as my orgasm hurtled closer and closer. Every stroke of that amazing, impossible girl-dick through my pussy sent me closer and closer to the edge of erupting.

My back arched. Her cock slammed into my depths. My clit brushed her pubic mound, kissed by her silky pubic hairs. Sparks shot through me to the core of my body. I groaned, clenching my fingers into her tits.

And came.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I howled as the rapture flooded out of my convulsing pussy. “I want it!”

“You’ll receive it!” the futa-fairy groaned, her face contorting in delight as she plowed over and over into my cumming depths.

My body twitched and heaved at the delight shooting through me. Her cock kept reaming me, kept stirring new waves of ecstasy through my body. My hot flesh convulsed and writhed about her frigid cock, drinking in the conflicting sensations. I heaved on my desk, my vision fuzzing from the rapture of her cock hammering me.

I loved being fucked by a futa. It was so much better than a dildo.

Her wings buzzed so loud. She lifted an inch off the ground as she slammed her dick into my depths. My eyes widened as I felt her girl-dick spear so deep into me. And then she groaned, her back arching as she flooded me with her futa-seed.

And so much more. I felt energy rush into me along with her girl-cum.

“Savor our bargain!” she howled, her wings a gossamer blur over her shoulders. “Savor it!”
“I will!” I moaned, my body heaving, the energy swirling through me as I enjoyed the feel of her cum spilling into my depths. There was so much. I felt flooded.

And then my clit throbbed. My little nub drank in the energy. I shuddered, my toes curling as it blossomed, thrusting out of my brown pubic hair. My eyes widened as I watched my futa-cock grow, looking over my huge breasts.

“Yes!” I gasped as B grasped it, stroking my cock.

“Ms. Marcie,” she said, but her voice sounded different. It sounded younger, sweeter, a soprano instead of her smokier alto. “Ms. Marcie, oh, no, what is that?”

B’s girlish gasp made me blink. The world changed around me as I came awake in my classroom, the lights on. My legs were still thrown over my desk, my body reclined in my chair. My skirt was hiked over my waist, and my new cock tented my panties and pantyhose.

“Ms. Marcie, what is that in your crotch?” the sweet voice asked. Not B talking but Amber Matheson.

My girl-cock was so hard in my panties, trapped by the confining cloth, aching to break free. “What do you think it is?” I asked with a purr, reaching out and grabbing the pale-faced girl’s right hand. The eighteen-year-old trembled as I pulled her hand to my crotch. “Mmm, what is it?”

“Ms. Marcie,” she gasped as I boldly placed her hand over my bulge. “What are you doing? Why is your skirt hiked up?”

“I was masturbating to all you hot, sexy schoolgirls,” I purred as I rubbed her hand up and down my futa-dick. “And then I had a naughty dream.”

“M-masturbate?” Her eyes were so wide. “Ms. Marcie, you have to stop. You shouldn’t make me touch you like that. This is wrong.”

“I know,” I groaned, squeezing my hand around hers so she could feel my full girth. “Mmm, and I am so hard for you.”

“My mother’s a cop, Ms. Marcie,” she gasped. “You have to stop.”

“But you don’t want me to stop,” I purred, seeing the flush spread across her cheeks, her beauty mark looking so cute over her scarlet skin. “You want to see how big my new girl-cock is.”

Her eyes widened. “Girl-cock…?”

I slid her hand higher to the waistband of my pantyhose. Then I shoved it inside. Our hands stretched the dark material. She reached my panties and I pushed her hand into that, her fingers brushing the top of my cock. It throbbed in delight at her innocent touch.

“Mmm, can you feel how hard I am, Amber?”

“Ms. Marcie,” she panted, her head tossing back and forth, her black hair swaying about her shoulders. “This is so wrong. You have to stop this.”

“Do I?” I asked. “I’m the teacher and you’re the student. You have to do what I say.”

“But…”

“No buts. You will be a good girl.” I turned my chair, creaking as it swiveled. I let go of her hand and she yanked it out of my panties and pantyhose, clutching it to her chest. “You will fall to your knees right now, Amber, and suck my girl-cock.”

“Suck it!” she spluttered, her eyes so wide, so shocked. “Ms. Marcie, that’s—”

“Get on your knees now, Amber Matheson!” I snapped, my eyes hard. “You will obey me and learn what I have to teach you.”

She swallowed, trembling, then she fell to her knees.

My chair creaked as I stood up, pushing it back. “Yank down my pantyhose and panties.”

“Ms. Marcie?” she asked, looking up at me with such tremulous eyes.

“Now,” I purred, savoring the innocent eighteen-year-old schoolgirl’s trembling body.

“Yes, Ms. Marcie.”

Her fingers hooked the waistband of my pantyhose, dragging them down, her fingers hooking my panties in the process. I groaned, my dick throbbing as it rubbed against the silky material. Then it popped out before her, bobbing up and down, the tip inches from her sweet lips. Her eyes widened and she swallowed.

I seized her black hair, holding it in a tight grip. “Now suck it, you little slut.”

“S-slut?” she squeaked.

“You little schoolgirl slut,” I purred. “You’re mine now. I’m going to fuck you whenever I want. And you’re going to let me because I know that hot, virgin cunt is burning inside your panties.”

She didn’t answer. I pulled her head forward until the tip of my cock nudged her lips. She stared up at me, tears in her eyes. And then she licked it. Her tongue swirled about the crown, sending hot shivers down my dick. She gathered the beading precum, pulling it into her mouth, tasting it.

“See,” I purred. “Mmm, that’s not terrible.”

“I guess,” she said.

I tightened my hand in her hair. “No guessing. You love it. Now suck, slut! Wrap those delicious lips about my cock and make me cum.”

My pussy clenched as she did that. She opened her mouth, engulfing the crown of my dick. She stared at me, her lips wrapped tight, but she didn’t seem to have any idea what to do. Juice dribbled down my thighs, my breasts rising and falling in my blouse and bra as I savored the wet, warm heat of her mouth.

“Now you suck,” I purred. “And you swirl your tongue about my cock and bob that pretty mouth of yours. That’ll make me cum into your pretty mouth.”

She squeezed her eyes shut and sucked. I let out such a wanton moan of delight, my pussy clenching as the eighteen-year-old virgin sucked on her first cock. A futa’s cock. I was such a wicked teacher for teaching her this.

Her tongue brushed my crown again as she sucked. My pussy clenched every time. Then she moved her mouth, sliding it up and down. She let out a delicious whimper, the sound humming around my dick as she worked her mouth up and down my cock, sucking so hard her cheeks hollowed.

“That’s it,” I groaned, my pussy clenching. “Oh, and I bet you love the salty taste of my precum. Soon, my girl-cum will be flooding your mouth. Mmm, I bet you want that.”

She didn’t answer, but she sucked harder. I groaned, shifting in my heels as she loved my cock. Her mouth bobbed faster and faster, her head twisting as she sucked. Drool dribbled out of the corners of her mouth as she pleasured my big, thick girl-cock.

It was so amazing. It was like having my clit sucked on times a million. The tip of my cock was so sensitive. And it was so hot feeling her tongue slide around the outside while her sucks pulled at the cum swelling in the depths of my ovaries.

My hand tightened in her black hair as I swayed. It was so good.

“I’m going to flood your mouth, slut,” I panted. “And you’re going to swallow it all. Aren’t you?”

She moaned a yes about my cock as she stared up at me with those innocent eyes.

“Good.” My pussy clenched, my body shuddering. “Here it comes, my little schoolgirl whore!”

The pressure swelled in me as she sucked and bobbed. The feel of her hot mouth sent shudders rippling through my body. My ovaries tightened. And then they exploded. My eyes opened wide as I came as a futa for the first time.

My girl-jizz fired into her mouth. The powerful pulses had my entire body shuddering. The pleasure surged through me. I groaned and swayed as blast after blast of ecstasy fired through my body. At the same moment, my pussy convulsed, flooding my body with softer rapture. I swayed, holding onto her black hair as I groaned.

“So good!” I hissed. “Oh, you little slut, drink it all.”

She tried, swallowing as my cum flooded her mouth. White jizz leaked out the corners of her lips as I overflowed her. She gulped, sucking hard, her eyes squeezing shut as she tasted girl-jizz for the first time.

I swayed, my pleasure peaking, and then it died as the last blast of my cum flooded her mouth. My pussy convulsed a few more times, my thighs so sticky with pussy juices. I took a deep breath, shuddering as I steadied myself.

“Oh, that was wonderful,” I groaned. “You did such a good job sucking your first cock, Amber.”

She pulled her mouth from my dick, her face flushed. She panted, her tongue licking her lips, gathering the salty jizz staining them. “I did, Ms. Marcie?”

“Yes, you did,” I purred, cupping her cheeks. I lightly lifted her face and she stood on unsteady feet. “You were wonderful, my naughty slut.”

Then I kissed her on the mouth. I captured those sweet lips in a hot kiss. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, savoring the salty flavor of my cum. She trembled against me, my cock rubbing against her blouse, smearing stains on her clothing. She moaned into the kiss, soft whimpers that had me so excited.

She blinked when I broke the kiss, her lips still parted, a slight smile turning the corners. “Ms. Marcie…”

“I know,” I grinned. “Now bend that cute ass over my desk.”

She did, her skirt rising up her thighs clad in white tights. I groaned, staring down at those black Mary Janes on her feet as I lifted her skirt over her hips. Her white tights clung to her, outlining her yellow panties. My dick throbbed as I hooked the waistband of the schoolgirl’s tights, pulling them and her panties off her ass. It was such a cute, round tush.

And then I exposed her virgin pussy adorned with soft, black curls. Her excitement matted her hairs. I could just see a hint of her tight slit buried in the forest. I fell to my knees, breathing in deeply. She smelled so tangy.

I licked my lips.

“Ms. Marcie!” she squealed as I buried my face into her virgin snatch, tonguing hard. “Oh, wow! Oh, wow!”

My hands gripped her cute tush as my tongue slid through her tight, virginal slit. I gathered her tangy cream while her black curls tickled my face. She wiggled her hips, pressing back into my licking tongue. Her juices flowed, dribbling down my chin as I feasted. My tongue brushed her hymen.

My futa-cock throbbed.

I squeezed her ass as I tongued her pussy harder. She gasped and squirmed when I found her tiny clit buried in her folds. I stroked the little bud, loving how it felt beneath my tongue. She wiggled, moaning louder and louder, her whimpers so cute.

“Ms. Marcie!”

“Mmm, yes,” I groaned between licks. “Such a delicious cunt. I’m going to enjoy fucking it.”

My fingers dug into her butt-cheeks harder as I licked faster and faster. I lapped through her delicious folds, savoring the tangy flavor. My dick throbbed harder and harder as I devoured her hot flesh.

I nuzzled into her folds, sucking on her clit. She gasped, bucking hard, her ass clenching beneath my fingers. I swirled my tongue around her folds as she squealed louder and louder, her innocent sounds were so beautiful.

“Ms. Marcie! Something’s happening! I… Oh, wow!”

“Don’t fight it,” I moaned. “Cum!”

“Yes!”

My desk creaked as she bucked, cumming hard. Her tangy juices flooded my mouth. I drank down her cream. I savored the innocent delight. My fingers dug into her ass as she humped back into my mouth, her juices dribbling down my chin.

I had to fuck her. I couldn’t deny myself any longer.

I rose, my cock nudging her naked thigh and reaching her pussy. She looked at me over her shoulder, her face burning crimson, her eyes dewy. She just whimpered as I pressed my cock on her hymen.

I thrust hard.

Her eyes widened. She let out a gasp of pain as her cherry popped. Her hymen tore like tissue paper. And then I was buried into the tight furnace of her virgin cunt. I groaned as I slid deeper and deeper into her untouched, schoolgirl pussy.

“Oh, my god, yes,” I moaned, savoring the silky delight wrapped about my cock.

“You’re in me, Ms. Marcie!” she gasped almost in shock. “Oh, wow. Oh, that’s…awesome!”

I drew back my cock, making her whimper, loving the sounds she made. Then I rammed into her pussy. She groaned, her body shuddering, her ass clenching as I buried into her. I leaned over her, drawing back my hips again, slamming my futa-dick into her hot, tight depths.

I stared down at her as she writhed, humping back into my cock. Amber was no longer innocent. I had violated her, stolen her virginity. I shuddered as I thrust over and over into her depths, my pussy clenching. My hot juices flooded down my thighs as the friction burned along the length of my futa-cock.

“You love it,” I hissed. “Don’t you, slut!”

“I do, Ms. Marcie!” she gasped, her pussy clenching on my thrusting dick. “Oh, wow. I…I had no idea!”

My fingernails bit into the wood of my desk as I braced my arms on either side of her. I hammered her, my breasts bouncing in my bra, my silk blouse rustling. I groaned, savoring the heat of her cunt wrapped about my dick.

Schoolgirl cunt.

I was fucking my student.

I was such a naughty teacher.

My thrusts grew harder, faster, reaming her. Every stroke through her once-innocent flesh sent rapture flooding through my body. I groaned, savoring every stroke. Loving every inch of her pussy that I violated.

I never wanted to stop. I wanted to fuck her over and over. I wanted to hear her screaming out in rapture as I pounded her. The desk creaked as she whimpered. My crotch smacked into her ass. It jiggled with every stroke.

“Ms. Marcie!” she whimpered, her pussy clenching so hard on my dick. “I…”

“Do it,” I hissed. “Cum!”

“Yes!”

Amber’s pussy writhed about my dick. The schoolgirl slut came hard. My eyes widened at the convulsing delight of her cunt spasming about my dick. I thrust so hard into her hot depths. My pussy clenched as the pressure built in my ovaries.

Her pussy massaged my cock. It sucked at it. She wanted my cum flooding her. She wanted to feel every blast of my cum spurting into her depths. She ached for it. She burned for it. And I wanted to give it to her.

“Amber!” I hissed, my hips hammering my cock into her cunt. “My little slut! Take it!”

“Yes!” she squealed in orgasmic delight.

My cock erupted. My cum flooded her pussy. Blast after blast of my jizz spurted into her depths. The hot cum flooded her. It splashed through her body. My entire body shuddered. Rapture bathed my mind as I spurted over and over into her depths.

I filled her with futa-jizz.

My fingernails scratched at my desk. I breathed in the heady scent of hot pussy, our tangy musks merging together. She whimpered and moaned as her pussy milked my cock dry of jizz. The pleasure surged through me. Stars danced before my eyes. I drew back and slammed into her one last time, savoring the final blast of my cum spurting into her.

“Oh, you sweet thing,” I groaned. “Mmm, Amber, you’re my little slut now, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she moaned, squirming.

I drew back my futa-cock out of her pussy. It plopped out, my cum leaking out of her pussy, staining her dark hairs. I grabbed her tights and yellow panties bunched around her mid-thigh and drew them up, trapping my cum in her.

“I expect you back here tomorrow during your lunch break,” I told her. I squeezed her ass. “For more lessons.”

“Yes, Ms. Marcie,” she moaned.

“Go. Lunch is almost over. I have a class starting in a few minutes.”

“Yes, Ms. Marcie.” The flushed schoolgirl gave me such a huge smile before she darted out of my classroom.

I rolled down my pantyhose and panties, putting those in my drawer and pulling up my nylons. They hugged to my hard cock, pinning it to my crotch and stomach, the tip just peeking out of the waistband. I savored the naked feel of the pantyhose on my dick and pussy as I smoothed my skirt.

My next class was about to start. I grinned, eager to teach the next schoolgirl.

My daughter Belinda was the first student to enter. “Hi, mom,” she said, those gorgeous pigtails swaying.

I shivered in delight. Oh, I was so grateful that B granted my wish.

To be continued…

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Sabrina and Katrina are identical twins but their looks are the only thing the two seem to have in common. But Sabrina’s discovery of her sister’s diary may show they have more in common than they originally believed…

Beep beep beep…

Sabrina’s eyes cracked open slightly and she turned a hateful glare at the tiny alarm clock on the other end of the room. She stuck her head under the pillow and hoped for some act of god that would shut the damn thing up. Maybe a tiny bomb would fall from the sky and blow the dirty thing to ity bity bits or an earthquake could shake it off her dresser and it would smash on the floor.

Beep beep beep…

Even through her pillow she could still hear the insistent sound from the clock. Why did she put the stupid thing on the other side of the room? If it was right next to the bed she could easily grab it and smash it on the floor like Bill Murray in Groundhog Day. Thinking of that scene reminded her why it was on the other side of the room… because she had smashed her last two in exactly that way. Those two occasions had caused her to be late for school which in turn caused her to have extra homework. Even more than the alarm clock Sabrina hated homework. She figured she already spent eight hours of her day at that hell hole known as school, why should she have to waste her precious free time doing more school work.

She gave one last thought to chucking her pillow across the room and seeing if a direct hit would destroy alarm clock 3.0. Giving a big huff that made her feel like she was three again, she threw the blankets off her body and scooted to the edge of her bed. Her feet hit the cool hardwood floor just as a knock sounded on her wall “Bree get your lazy ass out of bed and shut that fucking thing off”!

It was her sister Katrina’s voice coming from her own bedroom. Bree picked up speed and reached her alarm just as her sister’s fist hit the wall for three more solid blasts. “Sorry” Bree shouted through the wall. She smiled knowing that her sister would hate the sound of her shouting as much as she hated the alarm.

Bree finally took a second to look at the clock and saw it read 7:25. Shit the damn thing had been going off for 20 minutes… no wonder Trina was so pissed. Her room was right next to Bree’s and even though the walls were solid and thick her alarm clock had a volume just below “leave your ears bleeding”. She had no doubt Trina was using every last ounce of her willpower to keep from pulling her perfect hair out by the handful.

She walked over to her dresser to search for some clothes for the day. She settled on a pair of loose blue jeans and a hooded sweatshirt. She knew Trina wouldn’t be caught dead in such clothing which was one reason she wore them. You see Katrina wasn’t just her sister but she was her identical twin sister. People always confused the two of them when they were little and their mother would dress them alike. As they got older and started dressing themselves to their own tastes, nobody who knew them at all confused them.

Bree figured Trina would be wearing a top that would show enough damn cleavage that she should be sent home from school. Any shirt she owned that had buttons always seemed to be missing at least two on the top so the tops of her smooth, pale breasts would push out. If they were an ass they’d always be considered a half moon. Oh and speaking of asses she’d probably be wearing a pair of tight pants that almost always seemed to slip off her hips to reveal her thong and a touch of her ass anytime she bent over. Only a crescent moon in this case but booty is booty.

All the popular guys in school would stare and give little whistles of approval as they high fived one another like hillbillies that had just won the lottery. While all the dorky kids would sneak peaks and do their best to hide their tiny little boners to keep from being punched by the cooler guys. Couldn’t have the nerds staring at a girl out of their league now could they. The less popular girls would make disgusted faces and secretly pray that someday they would have a body that would warrent so much attention. They were smart enough however to know they probably never would so they just sat back and let their hatred grow. This would be happening while all of Trina’s brainless but beautiful friends would watch and take note of all that was happening. Then they’d all get together and her friends would tell her all about which guys stared and then they would laugh about all the little nerds who pitched tiny trouser tents.

Bree also figured her sis had been up since 6:30 putting on a few pounds of makeup and making sure her long blonde hair had been brushed and styled to perfection. Bree however just looked in the mirror over the dresser and figured her hair wasnt quite messy enough to be brushed so she pulled it into a tight ponytail and considered herself ready for the day.

Bree got to school in time to grab her books from her locker and say hi to her nerdy friend Mike (one of many known to have pitched a tent for Trina) before the first bell rang. She unlike her sister didn’t have any reason to get to school early. She had a few friends but there was never a crowd hanging around her locker waiting for her like she was some celebrity.

Trina rarely acknowledged her presence in school. Bree figured she didn’t want to be caught with someone from the “the lower half” of the school. This was fine with Bree since being around Trina and her friends made her deeply uncomfortable. It was always as if there was a big joke going around that she was unaware of and the joke was usually Bree herself. She made it through her first three classes without having to see her sister but knew it was just a matter of time before she bumped into her. That time came shortly after 3rd period.

She was curled up in the lap of her super hunk slash super asshole boyfriend Brad next to their lockers. Brad was of course the captain of the football team, from a super rich family and the biggest bully in the school. Which of course made him the most popular guy and that meant he had to belong to Trina. Just like last year’s most popular senior boy Will and James the year before that. Bree could tell they didn’t even like each other and to be honest any time she came near Brad her gaydar went insane. They were only together because he was the most popular guy and she was the most popular girl. Sickening really.

Trina hopped off his lap and ran over to her. “Hey tell mom I’ll be late getting home tonight.”

“What makes you think she’ll even be home or if she was that she’d give two shits about you being home or not?”

Trina huffed and said in an exasperated voice “just do it”.

“Fine” and with that Trina turned and rushed away like she was embarrassed to be seen with her less popular twin.

The rest of the day slowly churned by but was pretty uneventful. That is until right at the end.

Bree had to pee. Quite desperately in fact. She always hated using any kind of public restroom but she also had a stupid weak bladder that told her only at the last minute that it was time to go. It never gave her time to plan. Never said “hey Bree in a few hours you’ll need to find a place to go to the bathroom”. Oh no. Nothing so subtle. What she got was “LISTEN I DON’T CARE IF YOU PISS YOURSELF AND SPEND THE REST OF YOUR LIFE KNOWN AS LITTLE MISS PISS. FIND A BATHROOM NOW OR I’LL JUST LET GO”. She hated her bladder’s stupid voice…

So before leaving the school she went to the girls bathroom and “took care of business”. She washed her hands and opened the door. She only took one step into the hallway before she felt a strong hand grab her behind her waist. Instinctively she closed her eyes and cursed herself for not instinctively kicking her foot out or even throwing a wild punch. Nobody in school would just grab her like this to say hi, so whatever was about to happen had to be bad, so why not get a good shot in?

She felt herself pressed tightly against a firm body that held her close in a strong unwavering grip. When her eyes opened she took in the form of Trina’s smiling boyfriend Brad. He was not alone either. Three of his football buddies (who’s name’s Sabrina had never bothered to learn) stood near by laughing.

“Hey Trina”. He leaned in and tried to kiss her cheek but she squirmed away. “Oh come on baby. What’d ya say we go back in the bathroom and have a little quicky”. He winked at her and his tongue peeked out to lick his lower lip.

“You know I’m not Trina asshole so let go” Bree said while increasing her struggles. He was so much stronger though. His rough hands held her so tight that she could feel her skin chafe every time she moved against him.

“Oh yeah… I forgot. The weird twin” he said and rolled his eyes theatrically while his buddies howled in the background.

His grip loosened and Bree turned to run away but before she took a step he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to him. He moved one hand behind her head and grabbed a handfull of her blonde hair. “Don’t struggle” he said giggling. She looked at his eyes and realized he was high as kite. Which probably meant all of his circle jerk buddies were too.

He pulled her head to his mouth like he was about to whisper a secret to her. “Maybe if you learned to dress like your sister you could have some of this” he moved her hand down to his cock which was straining against his tight jeans (must have ended the circle jerk early she thought). Of course he said this in a voice that was far from a whisper and his friends lost it. Pounding on the walls like they had just heard the funniest thing ever.

Bree felt her face turn bright red as he moved her hand roughly over his swollen penis. She was about to grab for his balls and squeeze them till they burst when he pushed her roughly away. “Get the fuck out of here freak” he said as she walked as fast as she could without running. She was about to burst through the doors when she heard one of the morons yell after her “hey I don’t care what kind of clothes you wear”. This was followed by more laughter that finally drowned out as the doors closed behind her.

Thirty minutes later Bree finally walked through the doors of her parents big empty house. She was slightly out of breath due to her alternating between walking and running home. She had been frightened that Brad and his buddies would decide that her clothing indeed didn’t matter and chased her down on her way home. Clothes wouldn’t really be required for what they obviously had planned after all.

What an asshole she thought as she made her way upstairs to her bedroom. Would he really have raped her or was this just some way to prove how macho he was in front of his butt buddy friends. If he did he’d probably get away with it. She wouldn’t really have anyone to go to for help. Her parents didn’t give a shit about her. Their mother had them when she was sixteen and always blamed them for stealing her youth. Not openly of course but she showed her disdain through her total lack of caring.

Her footsteps echoed loudly through the empty house as she climbed the last few steps. She hated how quiet it was here. Her parents were almost never home and her and Trina (who was never home either) were their only kids so after school Bree had the place pretty much to herself.

She opened her bedroom door and plopped down in front of her computer hoping to loose herself in a fantasy online RPG. She would have done this anyway but after her little encounter with Brad the super douche she needed the escape. She had always loved games. All sorts of them but the ones that really drew her were the ones that allowed her to be something else. Fantasy was what she needed since reality often sucked.

Normally the game would consume her and her mind would drift from all of the crap of the day. This time however she couldn’t shake what had happened to her in the hallway of the nearly empty school. Brad had always been a dick head but mostly when it came to her, he just chose to ignore her. This was something entirely different. She wondered if she should tell Trina about what her ass face boyfriend had done to her but knew it wouldn’t matter. Trina had a good heart. Bree knew this but she also knew that her sister’s good heart was buried under a few pounds of makeup, pretty clothes and all the sparkly things she could buy. Maybe someday Trina would grow out of this and the two of them could talk about such things. Maybe over coffee and they could both agree that Brad had shit where his brain was supposed to be but for now… well she would either call Bree a liar or agree that she should try to look more presentable. Which in Bree’s opinion meant to look like a whore.

Bree sighed out loud as if someone might hear her so she’d have a person to share her thoughts with. Sadly like always there was nobody else. She found herself pacing her room wrestling with her thoughts.

She stopped in front of the mirror and stared at her reflection. She started up a mental conversation with her it. What kind of world was she living in? Since when did being nice to people mean you were uncool? Why did it matter if you liked to dress in clothes that were comfortable instead of dressing like a skank? She smiled at the use of the word skank. Bree had always found it to be a funny little word.

Her reflection had no answers for her questions and always seemed to argue with everything she said anyway. When you argue with yourself in the mirror you may be speaking from two different perspectives but they’re both your own. She was about to turn away when a thought hit her. She had been playing nice her whole life and maybe it was time she started to get even.

Her reflection did offer up an answer after all. A plan started to form in her mind. She would take Brad’s advice. Oh yes. Just steal some of Trina’s clothes god knows she had plenty. Then tomorrow she’d set her alarm for 6:10 so she could get up before her sister and do her hair and makeup in a way that would leave her looking just like dear ol sis. Then she’d get to school before her since she knew Brad was always one of the first people there. He liked to keep up his appearances. Then her and Braddy boy would have a nice little chat. Maybe if she was lucky she’d get him to admit he was gay. Ok so it wasn’t a complete plan but at least she had something to work with. She started giggling uncontrollably as she made her way to Trina’s room.

Her sister’s room was immaculate. Everything was put in a proper place and neatly stacked. Her bed was made and there were no marks on her bright white sheets. She even had a little white teddy bear propped up on her pillow as if the bed actually belonged to him and not her sister. She had gotten him when she was seven… Bounce was his name if she remembered right and like everything else he was spotless. Her dresser sat in the corner and she knew it would be packed with all kinds of wonderfully sluty tops for her to choose from. First however she’d need a nice short skirt.

She opened up Trina’s closet and started her search. She found a light little cotton skirt that only went to the middle of her thighs. Perfect she thought plenty of skin showing and surprisingly comfortable. The top she chose was nicely low cut and allowed her breasts to peek out from the top revealing plenty of cleavage. She opened the top drawer just in case there was a bra she could steal.

She was shocked to see how many kinds of underwear her sister owned. The drawer was packed full. She reached in and pulled out a skimpy pair of black lace panties. It was of course one of those butt floss thongs her sister loved so much. Bree looked around even though she knew the house was empty. After a few seconds she stripped out of her own (plain white) panties and slipped her sisters on.

The feeling she got was something she hadn’t expected. No it wasn’t an uncomfortable feeling of having a string up her ass. She felt turned on… something about wearing a pair of panties that (even though they had been washed) had once touched her sister in the same private places had her heart racing. Her rational mind seemed to shut off briefly as she had a sudden urge to touch herself.

Bree let her hand slip down and cup her pussy through the thin lace material. She could feel the heat of her skin and the warm wetness of her arousal soaking into the lace. She let her middle finger stroke gently up between her lips until she reached her clit. She felt a strong rush of pleasure rush through her body before reality came crashing down on her.

Bree quickly stripped off the panties and threw them across the room like they were on fire. What the fuck just happened? Had she really just gotten turned on by her sister’s panties?

Her mind raced to find a rational explanation. She settled on the idea that it made HER feel sexy not the idea that her sister’s pussy had once been in the exact same spot. That would just be crazy right?

She forced her breathing to slow and eventually her head stopped spinning. She needed to take the panties with her now. Trina would know if she found a pair of slightly wet panties on her floor that she had been in her room fucking with her clothes. She put her jeans back on and stuffed the panties in her pocket.

Bree went back to the dresser to close it when she saw the corner of a book poking up from the back of the drawer. She reached in and pulled it out. It was big and decorated with tiny white flowers. It had maybe three hundred pages. A small lock in the shape of a tiny heart was on the front. Must be Trina’s diary she thought.

Curiosity overtook her mind and she knew it wouldn’t go away until she read at least some of what was in there. She began searching Trina’s room doing her best to put everything she touched back in its original position. Her drawers held different little treasures that she had collected over the years. One was specially for things that she’d been given as awards for dance royalty. 7th through 10th grade homecoming attendant which was just a cheap little sash but she remembered Trina wearing it around the house for days. Then 11th grade homecoming and prom princess tiara and crappy sash. Plus her most recent 12th grade homecoming queen crown. She even a space open for the prom queen crown that she’d no doubt soon win as well. Bree on the other hand hadn’t been to any of the dances…

Her search continued and she found pictures from parties. Trina with Brad this year. Trina with Will (a douche nearly equal to Brad) from the year before. She was running out of ideas of where to look. She checked under the bed to find it spotless. A thought came to her as she sat on the floor by her sisters bed. She lifted the matress up and bingo. The key shined brightly back at her. She grabbed it and nearly ran back to the dresser. Her hand was shaking as she turned the key and felt the little click from the lock releasing.

Once she had it open she started scanning the pages for anything juicy. She had started writing in this one about five months ago and the first thirty pages looked like nothing but stupid school gossip. “This guy’s cute. This guy is not. This girl’s a bitch. Now she’s my best friend and now I hate her again.” She had decided this had been a waste of time and was wondering what she had expected to find in there in the first place.

Bree was just about to close the book and put it back when she saw her name on one of the pages. Part of her wondered if she really wanted to read what her sister wrote about her. It couldn’t be good that was for sure. Their relationship had been strained at best for a few years now and recently Trina had started acting like she didn’t have a sister at all…

Her curiosity however would not be denied. Bree closed her eyes, took a deep breath and then released it. When she finally opened her eyes she let them fall to the pages and began reading.

August 3rd

I don’t know where to begin with today’s entry. I wonder if I’m loosing my mind or maybe I’ve always been a sick weirdo. I’m so ashamed of what I did yet I can’t get past what it did to me. I guess I should explain. The other day when I was in the bathroom I saw a pair of Bree’s panties in the corner. I dont know what came over me but I picked them up and the next thing I knew I was breathing in her scent as I touched myself. Part of me was so disgusted with myself but another part of me was panting with excitement. Twice I stopped what I was doing as the part that felt disgusted won out over my excited side. The third time however I was unable to stop. I held them tightly to my nose for a little while. Her scent intoxicated me and eventually I was rubbing the crotch of her panties against my clit. Every strange act brought me closer and closer and when I reached the end my orgasm was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. When it was over I went back to my room and cried for over an hour. What does this all mean? Am I gay? Do I want my sister? I’ve always been so sure of everything I’ve ever done and now I find myself full of questions that I can’t answer. I hope that soon I’ll find answers to them and things can go back to normal. That is of course if the answers I find are normal…

Trina

Bree felt dizzy when she finished reading and realized that at some point she had stopped breathing. She took a few deep breaths and read the entry two more times to make sure that what she had seen had actually been on the pages before her. She found there was no mistake and wondered if there would be anymore revelations in her sister’s diary. Maybe she would find out that her sister had wrote it as a joke and wasn’t sure which she hoped for…

She had to flip through several pages but she eventually ran across her name once again.

August 12th

I’ve tried for over a week now to ignore the strange new feelings that were awakened inside me but the more I try the more they fight to the surface of my mind. I thought that maybe I just liked girls. The other day I tested my theory by staying after cheer practice and showering with a few of the other girls. I peeked at them as they washed their bodies but I felt nothing. I even tried running a finger over my clit when one of my friends had her back turned to me and was bent over washing her feet. Still nothing close to what I felt the other day with Bree’s panties. I’ve come to the conclusion that its just her. I don’t know why or how this happened. In the end though I know that nothing could ever happen between us. If my feelings ever became known it would ruin any chance of us having a normal sisterly relationship. I’ve decided to be even more distant with her. It may ruin our already strained friendship but these urges are becoming to much to bear when she’s near. I’m willing to ruin the friendship for now to save our relationship as siblings for the long run.

Trina

Bree was stunned by what she was seeing on the pages. She couldn’t believe her sister could have these kinds of feelings… and for her of all people. Trina had always been the type of girl who dated for reputation rather than for any deeper reason. Bree didn’t think she was capable of having these kind of feelings to be honest.

As surprised as she was to find these things out about her sister she was even more surprised by the reaction her body and mind were having to what she read. Her head felt light. Her heart was pounding like she had been running instead of reading. There was one more thing that she was trying desperately to ignore but could not. There was an intense tingle traveling up her thighs in a direct line to her pussy. It was getting worse every time she reread what was on the pages and it had her crossing her legs tightly.

September 7th

I’ve tried everything I can think of to drive any kind of wedge between my sister and I. I stay out later and later every night to avoid seeing her but I still feel her presence every time I return home. I have to pass by her room every single time I go to mine. I see her light coming from under the door and my mind can’t help but think of what she’s doing in there. What she’s wearing. Is she wearing anything at all? I feel sick with guilt and worry every day. I try to shut these thoughts off but I cant. I’m seriously lost…

Trina

September 18th

I’ve come to a decision today about my situation with Bree. I can no longer fight the feelings I’m having but I can’t risk the damage it would cause my family if I were to act on them in any way. So I’ve decided to spy on her. Yes I know its a terrible thing to do and I really do feel bad about it but I figure if I can at least somewhat satisfy them privately I can keep myself from doing anything too stupid publicly. I have two ideas right now. First I was thinking about setting up her Web Cam on her computer to feed video to mine. I’ve been reading online about how to do this and think I’m entirely capable of doing it. Also I’ve been scouting her room for possible places to put a peep hole. I think I may have a good spot that she’d never notice and in which I’d have a perfect view of her room. Hopefully this will help me.

Trina

Bree felt her face get hot at the idea of what her sister could have seen if she was able to successfully spy on her. She didn’t stroll around her room naked but she did masturbate from time to time. Could her sister have seen that? Her hearts pace picked up even more as she searched the diary for the answer…

October 3rd

Today I feel light as a feather. Like a giant weight that had been crushing me finally crumbled away and now I can be free again. This confusing business with my sister has put so much pressure on me lately and now that I’ve had some relief from it I feel like a new person. I guess I should explain huh. So over the last few days I’ve put my plan into action. I set up her Web Cam and I’ve been watching her for days now. Sadly its mostly picked up videos of her playing games on the computer but last night all of my efforts finally paid off. Just before bed Bree stripped down completely naked right in front of her computer. I had a perfect view of every inch of her. She stood there for a few seconds just staring off and I wondered if she was going to turn the light off and go to bed. Luckily for me she didn’t. She sat down in her computer chair and propped her feet up on the desk. I couldn’t have asked for a better view than the one that presented. I found myself trying to mirror her every move as her hands ran down from her breasts to her tiny tummy before finally reaching her wet pussy. I was surprised to see she shaved down there. I may be attracted to her but still I know how my sis is. Anyway it was the most exhilarating moment of my life. Watching her face as she neared orgasm. Her fingers picking up speed as she pushed herself closer and closer. In the end we came together. Not an easy task since I had been ready since she first began removing her clothes but it made the end result that much more satisfying…

Bree was lost in her reading. Finding these hidden truths about her sister and discovering some truths hidden deep inside herself as well. She was so lost in the words that were written out before her. So wrapped up in the tingles of excitement that ran down her skin like finger nails, intense but pleasurable. So lost in all of this that she didn’t hear the footsteps in the hallway. She didn’t even notice when the bedroom door opened and Trina walked in. She did however hear when her sister screeched her name.

BREEEE!!!!

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a sister discovers her brother’s voyeurism of her

THIS IS A RE-RELEASE OF “I won’t tell if you don’t tell, Part 2-Aftermath” with the addition of theme tags inadvertantly left out originally AND NO OTHER CHANGES. No one’s trying to trick anyone.

The following story picks up from the end of the edited /reposted Part 1. Thanks to everyone for the feedback for improving my writing-please continue to do so. This part of the story is more about my getting discovered and how we dealt with it, leading to our closer relationship. To get Beth’s help in writing all this, I promised to include this painful, funny, but less sexy part of the tale so we don’t seem like mindless, sex-obsessed teenage characters in low budget porno flick. Tolerate us for the moment, there is more good stuff to come. After 3 decades some dialogue had to be improvised (sorry) but it does follow all we remember thinking and feeling.

The folding door swung open and I stood face-to-face with my naked sister who’d come looking for our cat, Tinkerbell, and as such Beth was looking at the floor for a cat, taking a moment to register my presence. Her eyes started at my shoes and traveled quickly upwards past my crotch to my face, where her mouth dropped open, eyes got VERY big, and the startled shrieks began. Several short, loud ones as she danced backwards against the bed, her arms lifting up against her torso but not covering her chest. It goes to my level of depravity that as I stood there, dick in hand and sister screaming, I still registered how nice her titties looked bouncing on chest as she danced in place. Beth was so surprised and stunned she didn’t initially think to cover her “parts” and it wasn’t until I reached forward blurting “No, no, it’s just …..” that she attempted to cover her breasts while scrabbling backwards onto the bed. Beth grabbed the pillow from behind her and covered herself (mostly) as I stepped out into better light saying “….me, Mike, your brother.” in a pitifully lame attempt to calm her. Thats when recognition set in, the shrieking stopped and the fear turned to anger.

“ YOU! You creepy little (sputtering, no words), you scared the SHIT outta me”. All the joy from watching her turned to embarrassment and shame that I’d scared her so much, my erection quickly withering. “What were you DOING in there? Spying? So you could joke with your friends about how fat I am?”. Then she realized what was going on at crotch level (bunched up pants, things sticking out, etc.) and the surprise stopped her for a moment. Then it was “What the hell were you…are those my…?”. Her eyes got as big as dinner plates, and she cried “OHMYGOD EEEWWW!” as only a teenage girl can. [ By the way, the above are all exact quotes that still make me cringe even now to remember]

At that I threw the dripping panty onto the floor like I was swatting a giant poisonous spider from my genitals, and started to gibber things about the missing tape, how it was an accident, I didn’t mean to watch, and other pitiful excuses. I desperately tried to hide my no-longer privates with both hands, shielding them from incoming missiles as Beth yelled and threw things at me.

“You Creep, you (lotion bottle) Pervert, what is it, you get off laughing at (hair brush) fat girls, think their funny? (pillow)”. This last throw left her momentarily exposed giving me my first good look at her pussy since the start as her hands or a leg had usually obscured this treasure during her masturbating. Her pubes were still full and puffy,looking strange and beautiful covered in neatly trimmed blond hair cut to hide under a bikini. But my admiration was cut short as Beth grabbed the only thing left in reach, a small throw pillow, and covered (of all things) her tummy and the top of her pussy while the other hand went to her breasts.

Here, I must explain to readers of the first chapter that I left out something describing my beautiful sister. Yes, she had no muffin top or spare tire, but she did have a tummy bulge a bit larger than her skinny peers at school, which Beth says contributed to her feeling not as attractive as them. When going to sun herself she kept it covered with a towel so we never noticed and was more embarrassed to have that seen than her naked tits. I apologize.

While I couldn’t deny that I was probably both a creep and a pervert I loved my sister enough I didn’t want her to believe that I thought her fat, unattractive, or someone whose looks I’d joke about to my friends. She sounded more hurt than mad so I blurted/yelled out something like “I’M SORRYREALLYSORRYI’DNEVER LAUGHAT YOUWITHTHEGUYS AND IDON’TTHINK YOU’REFAT ITHINKYOU’RE BEAUTIFUL”.

That stopped Beth dead, who started to say something but stopped with the look on her face trading between pissed off and confused. It was quiet for a few moments till she spoke saying “Well, MAYBE you‘re less of a creep but you’re STILL a sex pervert for watching me and doing THAT (pointing at my crotch) with my, my… (pointing at panties on floor)”.

Remembering what I’d heard I barked back at her “OH, YEAH? You’re doing things with other girls, and I’M the pervert?”. The comment hit her hard, the fear and upset over my knowing so obviously showing on her face that I immediately regretted it.

“You heard that?” she asked, meekly.

“Hard not to, you weren’t trying to be quiet” I answered. We sat and stood silently, with her getting more and more upset, sniffly, and close to crying till I couldn’t watch it anymore and spoke again, quipping “So I guess we’re both perverts?” which made her smile a little. I sat down on the end of the bed saying “I’m just a newer, accidental one.”

“Oh. OH!” Beth exclaimed, realizing what I meant. “No, you don’t understand, I-We didn’t plan it either. In fact Tessy and I haven’t really done anything much at all, we were just talking one day in her room about boys, and kissing, and wondering how it was. So we tried it-just to practice for boys-and it felt so nice we kept doing it over and over giving each other pointers and soon it got so nice and exciting we were kinda making out and doing stuff.” She blushed beet red and looke away. It now my turn to get all wide eyed.

“Really? That’s like so cool. How? Doing what?” momentarily forgetting all about my embarrassment. I know, I know, so like a guy wanting to hear about two girls making out but remember I knew NOTHING about real sex and hoped Beth might throw a few beams of light on the darkness. When I showed curiosity instead of lridicule or condemnation she began to relax, even seeming eager to share with someone about it. She began

“You know. Like kissing each other’s necks, touching our tongues when kissing…”

As my mind wrapped itself around what Beth was saying, drawing itself pictures, my body couldn’t help but respond, my cock stirring beneath my hands.

“… rubbing each other’s boobies through our clothing. You know, stuff”. Beth scooched closer, no longer thinking to cover herself, and whispered “Tessy even rubbed me (she gestured) DOWN THERE for a little bit.
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“Did you…?”I barely manged to squeak out my throat was so tight.

“No, I kinda chickened out but wanted to do something to make her feel as good as she was making me feel. So when Tess mentioned she was jealous of my big boobies (hers being alittle small) I told her they made her look like a fashion model instead of a porno queen.” Beth began whispering again like someone might hear her. “Then I pulled up her t shirt and began kissing and rubbing her cute little boobs with their nice, puffy nipples, making her moan a bit so I did it more. We kept doing that for a while, holding each other close till her mom knocked on the door and spoiled it. It was so sweet, and intense, and exciting, and I got so wet, it’s been easy to get myself off thinking about it.” As Beth descibed her and Tess’s tryst I noticed her right hand slide down between her legs and start rubbing herself.

I’d become speechless, my cock continuing to harden which forced to me use both hands to cover the now embarrassing erection. My two previous massive cums had thoroughly drained my spunk reserves so I had some time before my nuts got full and desperate to let loose yet I was extremely aroused and very sensitive.

Beth realized what she had just told me, getting even redder and covering her face with her hands. “I can’t believe I’m telling you this stuff. Please, pleeease dont tell anyone. Mom and Dad will kill me and Tessy will never speak to me again. It’s not that I think I like other girls more than boys but that’s my only experience with anyone. There just seems like there aren’t any boys who want to have anything to do with me.”

Her voice ended in such a sad note I couldn’t let it go so I started in telling her that, no matter what, I would never tell her secret to anyone, it was ok to like whoever she wanted and we were all new to this stuff, that she was crazy thinking no guy wanted her, how all the guys I knew watched her when she’d walk by ESPECIALLY Jeff who I was sure had a crush on her, that she had a great figure and stick thin girls were overrated, that she dressed real nice, looked dynamite in a bikini (that got a smile), but wasn’t a stuck up bitch, had the sexiest underwear I had ever seen (she rolled her eyes and giggled), and if I were a guy in her class I’d be hitting on her constantly trying to get my tongue down her throat. By the last comment I was the one turning red. She sat there for a moment, sniffing, then moved up grabbing me and hugging me hard, catching me by surprise, with my arm getting wedged between her soft, warm breasts and her cheek mooshed against mine. After a few moments she let go, propping herself up with her left hand on my thigh touching my hand that covered Mr. Happy, and spoke.

“Thank you for keeping this a secret and I won’t tell if you don’t” she said, nodding at the panties and grinning. “You’re a creep for scaring me, and a bit of a perv for watching me but I’ll forgive some of that if you really think I’m that pretty. You’re also the nicest, sweetest brother I could ever have.” Then she gave me a light kiss at the corner of my mouth, barely touching my lips yet enough to send electricity shooting up and down my spine.

Unfortunately between the description of her encounter with Tess, the proximity of her naked body as we talked, my thoughts about putting my tongue down her throat, her hand on my thigh next to my erection, the warmth of her breasts rubbing my arm, the sight of her playing with her pussy, AND that kiss I now had now come back to full hardness. It wasn’t just that I was aroused by her presence but I actually cared how she felt and was happy- no, turned on to see her smile again instead of yelling in fear or anger. My raging boner was screaming for even the slightest amount of friction from either of the hands pressed against it to satisfy, even just momentarily, it’s lust for the naked goddess sitting inches from me, the desire for whom I had twice given into explosively just today, and who I had (in the strangest of twists) just connected with over the mystery of sex in a deep way we never had experienced before. To calm this nagging need I tried to slowly rub my hand unnoticed across the underside of my cock near the head which generated a wave of incredible pleasure I struggled to hide. My true mistake, however, was momentarily glancing down at my cock as the wave swept through me, with my smiling sister barely a foot away. Something in that glance and the look on my face made her look down spotting the hand movement.

“Oh, you’re kidding me! You’re doing it again?!” she cried, yanking imy hand off my cock. “Do you guys EVER stop?” Beth laughed as I shook my head no. She looked back and forth from my face to my erection which had become so fully swollen it bounced up, wiggling in the air when she pushed the other hand away. She studied it for a moment, exclaiming “Wow! It looks so BIG (I could have kissed her). Is that really ‘cause of me??”

I was a little embarrassed and intimidated that my formerly private part was getting scrutinized like a bug under a microscope. I nodded yes then began telling her how sorry I was, that I wasn’t doing it on purpose, it had a mind of its own, and it was just too much listening to the talk about her and Tess while having to look at her all naked and sexy. I got up, my pants around my ankles, trying to wrestle my twisted underwear up over my erection while telling her I needed to go take care of it so I’d stop humiliating myself.

“You mean jerk off?” Beth asked

I nodded, and the next thing i know I got yanked backwards onto the bed. “Oh, no you won’t” said Beth, bouncing atop me and pinning my arms and hips to the bed. Her breast hung down unflattened by gravity and tipped with pert, pointed nipples that looked HUGE at that range, holding my attention totally. “You got to enjoy yourself, getting to see all my stuff, watch a sex show AND make a mess of my clothing while all I’ve seen is one thing, and huge as it looks I don’t feel that’s a fair trade”. Later Beth admitted she enjoyed dominating me for a little while for having scared her.

I tried to squirm away (not very hard) but those gently swaying boobs and erect nipples had me mesmerized. Beth continued.

“You owe me a bunch and since I’m still not sure I’m going to get to see another guy’s stuff anytime soon, you’re going to pay up and put on a show for me, answer my questions about guys, and anything else I can think of. Got it?”

Beth sounded serious and had me where she wanted so I said yes, figuring I really had no other choice and that capitulation was the safest route. Besides, the titties commanded me to submit and I couldn’t resist.

“Did you really mean all that stuff you told me, how your friends watch me and Jeff is hot for me?” she asked, looking me in the eye
I nodded yes.

“Do you really think I dress nice, and I’m not a bitch or look fat?”
I nodded yes.

“Do you really think I have the sexiest underwear you’ve ever, ever seen?” she asked, smiling
I nodded yes, grinning.

“Do you really think I’m beautiful and look hot in my bikini? Beth cooed, leaning closer.
I nodded vigorously.

“Would you really put your tongue down my throat if you could?” Beth’s face and lips seemed just inches away and I forgot about the titties.

I’m pretty sure this is the point I started to really fall for my sister. I didnt want to be just her brother/close friend but also her boyfriend or her secret lover. I weakly nodded yes

“Good” she said leaning back quickly, leaving me aroused, confused, and wanting. “Since I know your parts are happy to see my parts I bet we can both end up enjoying this.” With that said, Beth flexed her pelvis downward rubbing it along my erection and making me gasp, groan, and shudder all at once. I could feel she was very wet down there which, along with the rock hard nipples, made it plain she was definitely horny. She smiled and softened her voice, saying “If you teach me a little about guys, maybe I can teach you some things about girls, like how to kiss them.”

“Now, off with those pants. I can’t wait to find out about boys”.

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The antics continue from chapter one.

Chapter 2

“My lover.”

The words reverberate through my head. What have I done? Not only did I just fuck my sister, but I came in her too! I felt so dirty, but thinking back, I don’t think I could have stopped myself. It just felt too good.

Geo moaned on top of me, and I felt it all the way to me flaccid cock, still in her. My sister rolled off me, and I saw Dixie getting between her legs and sucking my cum out of her.

“Mmm, your brother’s cum tastes soo good!” Dixie mewled.

A hand appeared before me, and I looked up to see Amber reaching down to me. I took her hand and stood, surprised when I got pulled into a deep kiss. Her hand dropped to my dick and started playing with it, and while it felt good, my little brain refused to respond.

Amber broke our kiss, and looked down disappointed. “Hmm, maybe we should give this guy a little break.”

“I’m sorry, I just–” She cuts me off by placing her fingers over my mouth.

“Come on. Let’s go get a drink.” I follow the redhead to the kitchen, where she pours me another drink. We sit in silence for a moment, the only noises we can hear are my sister cumming again for the umpteenth time.

I have no idea what to say, and my eyes lock on Amber’s pierced nipples. “Did that hurt to have it done?”

She looks down, then after placing her drink on the counter, she grabs both nipple rings, and begins to tug on them, distending her small breasts out a bit. The sight is quite erotic, and I feel a stirring down below, but still not enough to get me hard.

“Yeah, it hurt like hell, but was worth it. My nipples are super sensitive now. Sometimes I can get off just by playing with them.” She smiles at me for a moment, before asking, “So did I understand you correctly? You lost your virginity in there?”

I can only sheepishly nod my head. “And to your sister too. That’s kind of sick, but kinky too.” She must have seen the look on my face, as she quickly continued, “Don’t worry, cutie. I don’t judge. And with a cock as big as yours, I can see why she chose to do it. Your sister is pretty damn hot too. I wish I had a brother like you!”

Shocked by her words, I looked up into her eyes, and believed her. There was not a shred of deceit in them. “Thank you,” was all I could manage to say.

“Awe, you are just too cute!” Before I knew what was happening, she had my back up against the cold fridge and was kissing me passionately. My hands began to roam across her back, and finally I brought them down to her small buttocks. She moaned softly into my mouth as I squeezed her ass. Getting bold, I spun us around, pressing her to the fridge, and began kissing her neck. Grabbing tight to her ass, I lifted her up in my arms, and enjoyed the feeling of her legs wrapping around me. I was definitely getting hard again, but still wasn’t to full mast. I moved us over to the counter. I needed to give my beleaguered pecker some more time to recover, and I realized I hadn’t yet tasted this awesome woman’s honeypot.

I slowly began kissing down her collarbone, along the sides of her ribs, then journeyed under her pert breasts, and finally to her right nipple. I used my tongue to play with the ring while my hand groped her other breast. “Damn, you ARE good at that!” My free hand dipped down to her crotch, and I began playing with the piercing down there. As soon as I touched it, she screamed, “Oh, fuck, I’m cumming!” Suddenly my hand was covered in a warm fluid.

I stepped back looking at my hand, thinking she had just peed on my. The smell was wrong, and even the texture. I looked back up to Amber, and she had a sheepish grin on her face. “You’re a squirter!” I accused.

“I’m so sorry. I know that turns some men off.” Before she could say another word, my face was buried between her legs. Everything about this sultry redhead turned me on. I tried to use the tricks Dixie had taught me, but her clit piercing kept interfering. I must have done something right though, as my mouth was flooded with her cum.

“Okay, okay. Stop.” Her words were breathy and soft. I pulled away, as she hopped down from the counter. She turned around and bent over slightly, sticking her petite rear at me. “I have an itch deep inside, that I think only that–” she nods at my cock, “– will scratch.”

I realized that I was nearly back to full mast, stepped up to her. I slid my cock up and down her crack, until she reached between us, and positioned me at the entrance to her hole. I reach around her body, and grabbing both nipple rings, I pull her into me as I thrust forward. A loud scream rent the air, and her whole body seemed to clamp down. I was afraid I’d hurt her. “Holly fuck, that’s huge. Gimme just a moment to get used to it. Damn, but it feels like it is in my throat!” After a couple more moments, she slowly began to shift back and forth, even picking up the pace.

I let her do the moving, enjoying as she swiveled her hips while impaling herself on me.

“I guess we didn’t need to worry,” I hear from behind me. “Looks like Amber has everything well in hand… er… pussy.” I look back to see my sister and Dixie watching us from the doorway.

I was still tugging on Amber’s nipple rings, when suddenly her legs gave out, and she collapsed on the floor in an orgasmic mass. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she kept repeating as her eyes fluttered.

“Hmm,” said Dixie, “I haven’t seen her cum like that in a long time. I can’t wait to get this thing in me!” She grabbed a hold of my cock, and began pulling me along behind her. I was helpless but to obey. My sister followed, pinching my behind, and calling it cute. I would have been embarrassed, under other circumstances. Dixie led us back to one of the bedrooms, and judging by the picture on the mirror, it was her’s.

“Finally, a bed. Little brother, are you ready for the main event?”

Main event? These women were insatiable!

Dixie spun me around, and shoved me back onto the bed. “It’s time I felt that monster in me!” she said as she straddled my hips, and with one deft movement, sank half of me in her. She was by far the tightest of the three, and it took her a few moments to get all of me in her.

Meanwhile Geo began to make out with her, while she reached around Dixie and fondled my balls. The sensation was phenomenal, and if I hadn’t already cum so much tonight, I probably would have been shooting my load again.

Geo began sucking on Dixie’s medium sized breasts, and I reached down to play with Dixie’s clit with my left, while my right hand began playing with Geo’s ass. My right hand wormed around and found my sister’s wet hole.

Dixie really began to rock her hips back and forth on my hand and cock, really getting into it. “Don’t stop, either of you! I’m getting so close. Fuck me! Holly shit, yeah, keep rubbing me right there! Oh, yes! Bite that nipple, make me cuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmm!”

Dixie collapsed forward on me, and I had to pull my arm out from between us. I reached around, and grabbing her ass, I began to pound into her as hard as I could. “Oh… My… Gawd…” she tried to say, then locked her lips to mine. Our tongues fought a desperate battle with each other, then I felt another tongue on my balls.

“Here’s where you all are!” I heard Amber say. “I woke up on the floor, and you all left me!”

Dixie broke off the kiss, and turned to look at Amber. “I… had to… Ah, fuck! Get… His cock… IN ME!” She finally finished as I continued thrusting up into her. Dixie’s eyes began to roll back into her head, and I knew she was about to cum again.

Suddenly she was pushed forward and off my cock, but it was soon replaced by another wetness. Looking around Dixie, I saw my sister furiously sucking on the tip of me penis. Dixie rolled off me, muttering, “No more. No more.”

“I think you owe me for leaving me,” Amber stated as she walked over to me, then quickly jumped on the bed and straddled my face. Only too happy to taste this squirting sex goddess, I began licking with as much enthusiasm as Geo was having on my cock.

Amber bent forward, and began assisting my sister with the best blowjob of the night. I pulled away from the succulent pussy long enough to warn them that I was about to cum. Two hands immediately gripped my cock, as both women screeched in unison. “Not yet, I want it in me!”

Amber got off me, and began facing off with my sister. “You already had a load. It’s my turn!”

“He is my brother. This load is mine. You can have the next load!” Geo retorted.

I could see that this could get ugly, so I quickly stepped in. “Ladies, I have an idea.” Both of them turned their glares on me, until I explained. I had my sister lay on her back, and amber climbed on top of her. I had them on the edge of the bed, and as I came up to them, I decided to put it in Amber first. I slid in easily. Luckily there had been a long enough break, I wasn’t on the verge of ejaculating again.

I pumped a few times, then pulled out, and slid into my sister. I still can’t believe that I am actually fucking my sister! I also realized that out of the three of them, my sister was the loosest, Dixie was the tightest, and Amber was the wildest.

I could see that Amber and Geo were making out, as I continued to switch between the two. It didn’t take long before I felt that familiar churning in my balls. I pulled out of my sister, slammed into Amber and let loose a couple spurts, then pulled and put it back in Geo for the rest of the load.

Depleted, and exhausted, I collapsed on the bed. Moments later, I was out cold.

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A pounding noise reverberated through the room, waking me from pleasant dreams. Opening my eyes, I wonder who might be at the door. I soon realize that the pounding was coming from within my own skull, and I groan. Apparently I wasn’t alone, because my groan was echoed by other voices.

In shock, I look around and find three other women in my bed, one of them is… This is too much for my extremely hung-over mind to fathom, and oblivion takes me.

When I wake again, I am all alone. I begin to stumble out of the unfamiliar room, and am soon greeted by the gorgeous redheaded stripper from the night before. Amber, was her name I think.

“Good morning, sleepy head. Take these, and drink this. It will help with your head.” She handed me a couple of Tylenol, and a red drink. I immediately swallow both, and begin to choke on the drink. It was alcoholic. “Bloody Maries will help every time.” She smiled at me and gave me a passionate kiss on the lips. “Hmm. Brush your teeth, and meet me in my bedroom. I still feel a little robbed from last night, and intend to get mine from you.” She grinned at me and headed down the hallway, leaving me with one question…

What happened last night?

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More to follow when I have more time. Thank you for all the wonderful comments on the first chapter. I am reading them, and taking your advice to heart.

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The plot starts to thicken…

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STATUS REPORT: Further research into Diane’s family shows that she has a daughter and a son, both of consenting age. Diane looks surprisingly young to have kids this old. I am recommending her family as further test subjects.

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Adam cursed silently as he left his English class. Miss Shelly had been absent all week, and an ugly old man was substituting for her. He wanted to make sure his teacher was alright, but didn’t know how to get a hold of her.

Thinking of going home only depressed him further. He hadn’t seen his mother since they had screwed each other’s brains out three times that morning. He still got hard when he thought about it, but she had been avoiding him. There was no other way to look at it. She was gone before he woke up, and came home after he went to bed. The only tell-tale signs she had even been home was when his laundry was neatly folded for him, and the sticky notes she occasionally left. She had never been an overly attentive mother, but after that wonderful morning, and then her complete absence, he found he was truly missing her.

He decided he would go to April and Minnie’s place this afternoon. Spending time with his girlfriend and sister always cheered him up.

He was wrong. Minnie answered the door, and he could tell immediately that she had been crying. She turned her back on him, and ran back into their apartment. Had she found out about Miss Shelly and his mom? He truly hoped not!

Stepping inside, he closed to door, and followed the sounds of weeping. He found her sitting on their couch, April’s arm around her holding her close.

“What’s going on?” Adam asked, perplexed.

April examined him for a moment, making him uncomfortable, before finally speaking. “Adam, sit down. We need to talk to you.”

Now he began to worry. His mom must have told them. It was the only thing he could think to explain why they were acting like this. But why would she do that? She had been very clear that April was NOT to find out what they had done.

Minnie looked up at him, her eyes bloodshot from her crying. He thought she looked cute without her glasses, but he liked her with her glasses on more. “I… I…” She turned back into April’s shoulder, and started crying again. “I can’t tell him. You need to.”

“Look,” he tried to say past the lump that was forming in the back of his throat, “I don’t know what I did, but I will make it up to you. I will fix it. Just tell me what’s wrong.”

For some reason this seemed to make her cry harder. April glared at him for a second, and he just kept his mouth shut. He had learned years ago never to admit to anything, until he had been accused of it.

“What do you want to do with your life, Adam?” April asked, confusing the young man even more. “Where do you see yourself in five years?” Was this an interview for something? When he just continued to look at his sister in confusion, she finally gave a loud sigh, and told him. “I really hope you are a responsible man, because we’re pregnant.”

A pin on the other side of the room could have been heard in the overwhelming silence that followed that statement. Pregnant… And from the way she said it, it was both of them. He was dumbfounded. He figured he should have known it would happen, but he had thought that they were both on birth control. Hell, they had TOLD him they were. How could this happen? Well, accidents do happen, but BOTH of them?

He realized that they were both looking at him, waiting for his response. How do you respond appropriately to something like that?

“I love you, both,” he said, unable to think of anything else, and feeling foolish for saying so little? It seemed to be the right thing, however, as he soon found himself sandwiched between both beautiful women. They were hugging him, and crying, and hugging him some more.

Despite the news he had just received, being this close to both women was starting to get him hard. He tried to push it down, knowing that right now wasn’t the appropriate time for something like that, but April started to kiss his neck, sending electricity through him straight to his groin. Minnie started to nuzzle into him on the other side, and he knew he was lost.

He quit worrying about it as he felt Minnie’s hand beat April’s to his crotch by mere seconds. Adam’s head fell back as he moaned when Minnie pulled his manhood free, and began to stroke it gently. April left off kissing his neck, and he soon felt her lips brush his cock. He placed his hands on either side of Minnie’s head, and turned her face to look at him. Her eyes were still bloodshot, but he could see happiness in them now.

“I truly do love both of you, and will take care of you and our children,” he said, and was rewarded with an ecstatic giggle from his sister, and a kiss from Minnie. He relished the kiss, and the feel of Minnie stroking him into his sister’s mouth. He didn’t know how he was going to take care of these women, and two kids, when he was still in high school, and didn’t have a job, but he would figure it out later. Right now, he had other things to concern him.

Adam unbuttoned Minnie’s blouse, and reached behind her to release her bra. Kissing down her neck, he lifted her smaller breast and large nipple to his mouth. Minnie’s free hand grabbed the back of his head, pulling him tighter to her breast. He loved how sensitive his girlfriend’s nipples were, and enjoyed getting her off with them alone sometimes.

He moaned against her tit as he felt April’s tongue swirling around the sensitive rim. Her saliva was adding lubricant for Minnie’s hand. Reaching around his sister’s body, he slipped his hand into her shirt to play with her larger breasts. His cock vibrated from her moans as he started to pinch her nipples.

April stood up, and Adam had to pull his hand from her shirt. He pulled away from Minnie’s chest to look at April, and saw that she was getting undressed. He was about to go back to playing with Minnie, but she had other ideas, as he felt her lips surround his penis.

Naked, April rejoined them, kissing Adam passionately and straddling one of his legs. He could feel her pussy sliding back and forth, grinding on his thigh and leaving a wet streak as she did so. Reaching down, he started to fiddle with her clit, making her gasp into their kiss. He took the break in the kiss to start kissing down her chest, spending only a couple moments on her nipples, before pushing her back and kissing down her belly. He had to reposition himself, so that he could reach her sopping crotch. He slipped two fingers into her as he sucked hard on her clit. He started to apply pressure to the top wall of her canal, and the combination of his fingers, tongue and lips had her cumming in his mouth, accompanied by her loud moaning. April’s hands grabbed the back of his head, and held him there as she convulsed.

He felt Minnie get up, but couldn’t look to see what she was doing. He soon found out, however, as he felt her straddle him, and begin to rub the tip of his penis against her slit. She started to gradually take him into her, as he slipped a third, and then a fourth finger into April. Minnie had taught him some of the things that really got April off, and fisting was one of them. By the time he was able to get his whole hand inside her, Minnie had most of his cock inside of her.

His girlfriend began to rock her hips, making Adam moan into April’s clit. This set April off again, and he enjoyed how her muscles undulated around his hand. He began to open and close his digits, trying to prolong her orgasm.

He was now fully sheathed inside of Minnie, and was able to turn and look at her out of the corner of his eye. She had one hand on his chest to steady her, and the other was rolling one of her large nipples between her fingers. His right hand was still free, his left trapped in his sister, and he reached his right hand down to where he was joined with Minnie. It took him a second to find it with her constant movements, but he knew the second he found Minnie’s clit, as she screamed, and collapsed forward on him, shuddering under the throes of her own orgasm.

April pulled away from him, finally releasing his head, and pulled his arm out of her. “Your fist is great, Squirt, but I need that monster cock of yours in me,” she told him, and then helped Minnie to stand. Her legs were weak, but with April’s help she was able to stay upright.

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STATUS REPORT: Further research shows that Jason, Carol’s son, lives away from the rest of the family. We will need to find a way to get him to come home. We have already begun installation of tubing and cameras into the house.

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Looking around, April realized that this room wasn’t ideal, and led them all back to her room. She had a queen sized bed, and it was much better suited to this type of fun.

She helped Minnie onto the bed, as she was still shaky from riding on top of Adam. She knew that feeling personally, and looked forward to feeling the weakness in herself shortly. April crawled up after, and started to kissing her way up Minnie’s legs, and even leaving a slight hickey on her inner thigh. By the time she reached the brunettes labia, they were already dripping down her crack. She began to lap them up, knowing that some of her brother’s precum would be mixed in.

The bed moved as Adam got behind her, and she wiggled her ass at him impatiently. Gawd, did she need to feel him in her. The itch inside her was always strongest just before he entered her. She could recall a time when she had been under better control of her libido, but the past while with her brother had thrown that all out the window. Whenever he wasn’t in her she felt empty, and whenever he wasn’t around, she felt alone. The only thing that helped get her through the days was knowing that Minnie was going through the same thing.

As soon as she felt him touch her pussy, she shoved back hard, momentarily loosing contact with Minnie, but she didn’t mind, as she felt her brother’s wonderful rod give her a sense of fullness that no other man had ever been able to supply.

He grabbed her hips, and since she had been loosened up by his fist moments before, he was able to sink fully into her in one thrust. This knocked her back up to Minnie’s waiting cunt, and she sucked hard on her labia, making the woman moan and writhe on the bed. Adam picked up a steady rhythm, and April knew she was going to cum soon.

“I’m coming close, sis,” he told her, and she reached between her legs, and started fiddling with her own clit to help her own climax along. She needn’t have bothered, though, for as soon as she felt his seed drive into her womb, her orgasm started. Without realizing it, she started to suck harder on Minnie’s pussy, and was surprised by the amount of fluid that flooded her mouth a second later.

They all collapsed onto the bed, sweat dripping from them, and panting heavily.

“Wow, you two are amazing,” Minnie said next to her, “I was devastated earlier when we took those tests and they came up positive, but you two sure know how to turn my mood around.”

April didn’t want to admit that she had felt the same as Minnie upon finding out she was pregnant. She didn’t understand how they could be; both of them were on the pill.

“Heh, yeah. After you told me you were pregnant, I didn’t know what to say or do,” Adam said, and April thought he needed to shut up before he said something wrong, and ruin the moment. “But I swear I will take care of all of us. I love you both so much, and can’t stand the thought of losing either one of you.” And there he goes, proving her wrong and saying exactly the right thing.

She leaned over Minnie to give her wonderful brother a kiss, and felt her friend’s lips on her nipple. Here we go again, she thought, as the kiss went from loving to passionate.

The thought of what they were going to tell their mother occurred to her, but fled as Minnie’s fingers found her cum drenched pussy.

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PERSONAL NOTE: I have introduced myself as Harold Jones, or Jones for short, to Jason and his girlfriend. She is one hot redhead. Given the chance I may have to use this substance on her, but I am unsure if I will have to. She seems almost willing without it.

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Carol sat at her desk, with her head in her hands. Her life was falling to pieces around her, and she felt powerless to stop it. Not only had she committed a grievous crime against her son and nature, by sleeping with him (she had to admit to doing it three times before she had finally been satisfied, and was glad she had taken the morning after pill the next day), but that bastard Harold had found her research on what she had been doing, and had turned it in as his own. He had somehow guessed at where she had gone to in such a hurry, and told her that if she tried to claim the work as hers, he would turn her in. He had been promoted for his excellent work, and to make matters even worse, he was now her boss.

She struggled every time she had to go home. She would stay till way past dark, until she knew Adam had gone to bed, before leaving this vile lab. The temptation to sleep with her son again was almost too strong for her. Numerous times she had caught herself outside his door at night, wanting, no needing, to wake him up, and have him give her the perverse pleasure he had shown her before. What made it worse was that she knew he would happily do it for her. Only her own iron will was stopping her. She could blame the substance for what had happened before, but if she did it again, while he was sleeping and NOT producing his own pheromones, she would only have herself to blame.

A knock on her door pulled her from her misery, only to see that it was Harold, grinning at her. “Still remembering how your son drilled you to kingdom cum?” He asked mockingly, reminding her why she put up with this farce.

“What do you need, Harold?” She tried to keep her voice even, but knew there was an edge to it.

He just laughed at her misery before answering. “I wanted to know if you had those test results back yet? We are making history here, and every precious second you waste in self pity only delays the inevitable.”

The bastard sat on the edge of her desk, and grabbing one of her manila folders, started wafting himself. It wasn’t hot in her office, and she knew immediately what he was trying to do. He must have applied some of the substance (She hated that unscientific name, but Harold wouldn’t let it be called anything else.) to himself, and was trying to get her to go crazy in lust for him. She internally examined herself, to see if it was working. Her nipples were hard, and her panties were soaked, but that was normal ever since that morning. But did she find any sexual attraction to Harold?

She looked at his steel gray eyes, and decided she was only repulsed by him. For whatever reason, she was immune to whatever batch he was using.

“I sent you an email with the results an hour ago,” she told him, and this time she didn’t try to keep the edge from her voice.

“Oh, right. Well, I will go double check your work then… Unless there was something you needed from me?”

The audacity of the man sickened her. She wanted to throw something at him. She wanted to get up and beet her fists against him. She wanted to kill this horrible man.

She sat silently, glaring at him.

“Hmm, no? Alright then. Keep up the great work, Carol.” Her only satisfaction was in the look of dissatisfaction on his miserable face as he left her office.

She had to get out of here. If she didn’t, she knew she was going to go mad, or worse…

She drove around the city for a bit, not paying attention to where she was going, until she found herself in her own driveway. The sun was still up, and she knew that Adam hadn’t gone to bed yet. It might be possible that he was with his girlfriend, she thought with a pang of suppressed jealousy. She turned off her car, and opened the side door to the garage. It was empty.

She dashed inside, thankful for the respite. The only other times she got to enjoy this peace is when she came home while he was still in school. It was the only time she ever got any real sleep.

Deciding to take advantage of her aloneness, she ran to her room, and locked the door. Stripping off her clothes, she grabbed the vibrator from its spot on her nightstand, and slid it into her sopping pussy. Not for the first time did she wonder why she left it out, where Adam could see it, and know what she did with it. She wondered if he ever picked it up, and smelled it; smelled her juices on it. She imagined him licking the thing, and tasting her again. She was so close to an orgasm, she could almost taste it.

She was plunging it in and out of her, moaning and writhing in her sheets. She was rubbing her clit while the device plunged into her, somehow missing all the vital places that her son’s cock had filled that fateful morning.

She turned onto her stomach, remembering how she had made Adam take her like this before he came that last time. Remembering how he had filled her up to bursting as she screamed for him to fuck her harder. She screamed it again now, “Yes, that’s it, fuck your mom hard, baby. Shove your cock deep inside me! OH! You know just what your mom needs!”

And still she couldn’t cum.

This is how it had been ever since she had succumbed to her own handy work. She could get close, oh so deliciously close, but she couldn’t bring herself over the edge. She feared what it might take to get her there. She also feared what she might do if she didn’t cum soon. Most of her life she had been a creature of science; devoting herself to her studies. She had never understood why in college all the girls were sleeping around. She had been a virgin by choice. She had had plenty of offers from the men her age and older, but sex just wasn’t important.

Till she had met David. She had met him by accident, when she bumped into him at school. An hour later she had given him her virginity. She had been able to graduate before April was born, and hadn’t seen David again since that afternoon in the broom closet, until she was going for her master’s degree. She had run into him in the grocery store, and demanded he take responsibility for their daughter. An hour later he was between her legs again, this time in the back seat of his car, and nine months later, Adam had been born.

Now she understood how she had wound up where she was. David must have been just like her son, with pheromones that overrode a person’s willpower. She had never been with another man since, and never felt the loss of it, until that depraved morning.

The vibrator was still going away inside her, and she screamed in frustration at her inability to reach the peak of climax.

“Mom? Are you okay in there?” At the sound of her son’s voice, wave after wave of sexual pleasure washed over her. All the frustration, all the pent up sexual feelings, crashed down on her for one glorious moment as she finally came.

By the time she finally came back down to Earth, Adam was pounding on the door, demanding to be let in. She could hear the worry in his voice, and she wanted to run to the door, and let him know she was alright. She wanted to hold him in her arms, and comfort him. She wanted to– NO! She cut the rest of that thought short. If she opened that door, it wouldn’t be five minutes before she was also opening her legs to him.

She got dressed as fast and silently as she could. Opening her window, she slipped outside, and ran for her car. Embarrassed and ashamed to be sneaking out of her own house, and away from her loving son, whose only crime was loving her too much, Carol cried as she drove back to her lab. She had to find an antidote to her son’s hold over her. Even as she thought the, a question entered unbidden into her mind. Would it really be so bad?

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PERSONAL NOTE: Have arranged for a friend of mine to hit Jason with a car, while he is on his motorcycle. Not bad enough to kill him, but enough to injure him, so that he needs his family, instead of his independence.

Just need to find a way to make sure he doesn’t use his girlfriend, Jenny, instead.

END NOTE.
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Harold was frustrated. Why hadn’t it worked on Carol? It had worked on every other woman he’d used it with, but not her. He watched her storm out of her office, probably to go fuck her son again, the slut. Maybe it had worked, just not as he’d thought. He hated to admit it, but the thought of incest had always turned him on. Maybe it was the fact that he was an only child or that his mother had died early, but he couldn’t deny the appeal of that forbidden fruit.

Not for the first time, Harold looked around the lab and wished that more women worked here. He was horny from fantasizing about what he had planned to do to Carol, and now that that fell through, he was left with a boner, and nowhere to put it.

Well, maybe not nowhere. Opening the safe in his office, Harold pulled out his personal bottle of the substance, and left in his van. But the time he had showered, shaved, and redressed, it was still a little early for the bars, but that didn’t matter. With the substance tucked safely in his pocket, he could wait for the right woman, and then have himself a good night.

As he entered his favorite night spot, the bartender greeted him warmly. “Hey, Harold! On the prowl again tonight? Man I gotta tell ya, I’ve seen you leaving her with more tail than ever lately. What’s your secret?”

Harold laughed. “I just have what women want,” he said grabbing his crotch. Jerry, the bartender, scowled for a second at the crude gesture, but he was too much of a business man to keep the look for long.

Harold ordered his usual, and chose a table by the dance floor to wait. After an hour had passed, with him scoping every hottie that walked in, and ignoring some that he had banged already, he finally spotted one that might be worth his while.

She had long light brown hair that flowed down to the middle of her back. He could have easily cupped both hands around her skinny waist, and the way she moved was like liquid on the dance floor.

He pulled out his vial, and spayed two quick squirts on his neck and chest. One is all it really took, but he wanted her begging for him. He wanted to wash away the rejection Carol had shown him.

He had to be careful not to get too close to other women, lest they become ensnared in his net as well. As he came up behind her, he noticed just how short she was, barely coming up to mid chest on him.

He stepped behind her as she swayed her hips, and reaching around, placed one hand on her abdomen. She immediately spun around to face him, and he noted two things. One: she was nearly half his age, him being in his mid forties, and two: She was breathing heavy from her dancing. He watched with a smile as her glare slowly changed, the substance taking its effect on her, and she finally smiled at him. She introduced herself with a coy smile, but Harold couldn’t hear her over the loud music.

He followed her back to her table, where he was a bit disgruntled to meet two of her friends; one blonde, the other with dark brown hair. He couldn’t hear their names either, and personally didn’t care. He could see the substance start to take effect on them as well, and wondered if he had inadvertently caused more problems than this redhead was worth. The last thing he needed was for these women to start fighting over who was going to have the privilege of screwing her brains out atop him.

He needn’t have feared though, as they all invited him back to their place.

He followed them to their house, and he noticed that it was in one of the better parts of town. They had a few more drinks, until the blonde– Amanda maybe? — suggested the hot tub.

“But I obviously don’t have a swimsuit,” Harold protested. He didn’t know if the substance would work through the chlorine.

“You don’t need one,” the light brown haired babe stated, and immediately started stripping off her clothes. Harold decided not to argue as he was soon facing three sets of tits and cunts.

He removed his clothes as quick as he could, and followed the three nymphs out back. The dark haired chick had the biggest breasts, but Amanda had the lightest nipples. He still preferred his original target’s small slim frame. Her A-cup breasts stood proudly on her chest, but he couldn’t help but admire these three young women.

He stepped into the hot tub to the sounds of giggles at his erect penis. He was proud of his six inches, and had never heard any complaints from any of the women he had boned.

He flirted with all three women shamelessly as he sweated in the tub with them. He started to notice them losing interest, and even giving each other questioning looks. Apparently the substance didn’t work through the chlorine.

He suggested they all get out and dry off. He needed to reapply the substance to regain their interest. It galled him that he needed the stuff, but then he looked to their tits bobbing in the bubbles, and no longer cared.

To his chagrin, they wanted to stay in, and after a few uncomfortable minutes, even suggested that he should get out, and leave.

Angry, frustrated, and horny, Harold grabbed his clothes, and left.

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STATUS REPORT: Dosed a new male mouse with the substance and introduced it to the other two groups of mice. Will wait to see what develops.

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When they finally heard the old man’s van leave, Amanda turned to her two friends, and started laughing.

“Can you believe that man? I must have been really drunk at the bar to have brought him back here!” Shanna said; her light brown hair plastered to her head.

“He’s old enough to be our father!” Said Jackie right after, her face flushed with embarrassment.

“Yeah… The only problem is, I’m still horny, and now our only cock has left us!” Amanda complained.

“I’m sure if you hurry, you can still catch him. I don’t think he’ll tell you ‘no’.”

“Eww. No thanks! I guess that just means it’s just us tonight, then.” They smiled at each other conspiratorially as they stepped out of the tub, and started to dry off.

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STATUS REPORT: The female mice seem to be ignoring the new male. Is this the result of their ‘mouse love’ for one another, a developing immunity, or something else? Further tests are needed.

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Shelly’s had been parked out front all afternoon, trying to decide what she was going to do. Should she go in and confront him, or just drive away as she had so many times already?

She watched as an older lady came around the outside of the house, still trying to get her clothes on, right after Adam had walked in. She could see the familial resemblance, and knew this must be his mother.

Suddenly getting up more gumption than she had felt in quite awhile, she got out of her car and tried to get his mother’s attention. She didn’t seem to notice Shelly waving at her, though, as she screeched out of her driveway, and down the street.

Shelly realized that she had actually made it out of her car, the furthest she had gotten yet, and steeled herself to step closer to the house. She raised her hand to knock on the door, still uncertain what she was going to say or do.

Was she here to berate the young man for what they had done? The only problem with that thought was that SHE had come on to HIM. Sure, he had kissed her, but hadn’t she gotten so close to him, daring him to make that move? Hadn’t it been her that had practically ripped off her clothes first?

So, then was she here to try and attain that level of pleasure she had never felt before, and until that afternoon, didn’t even know existed? What then of her boyfriend, whom she still hadn’t confessed to, and didn’t deserve the way she had been treating him? What of her career as a teacher if anyone found out?

That was why she was here, she decided. To make sure he didn’t tell anyone. She could keep her career and her boyfriend. Everything could go back to the way things were. Adam should graduate this year, and she would never have to see him again.

She noticed that her hand was still raised, poised to knock, and brought it down, intending to hit the door. She would have hit her target, too, if it hadn’t opened instead.

She found herself facing a wild eyed Adam, and everything she had been thinking went out the window.

She could see the distress painted across his face, and instead of intimidating him, she pulled him into a comforting hug. She placed her head on his chest, breathing in his scent, relishing the feeling of his arms as they surrounded her.

“Miss Shelly?” His voice sounded above her, and she felt her knees weaken at the sound. “What are you doing here?”

She couldn’t find her voice, and didn’t know what she would say if she could have. Instead she pulled her head back and looked up at him. Her hand snaked up his back, to the rear of his head, and pulled him down till their lips met. Words were overrated anyway, she thought.

He broke the kiss, and stepped back from her, retreating into his home. She followed him, not wanting him to get away.

“Miss Shelly, I don’t understand. I thought you hated me. I thought you were avoiding me. What happened?” She found his innocence cute, and very alluring.

“Please, Adam. Call me Shelly.” She knew that most teachers went with their last names, but she never liked the name Bumkiss, and so had her students refer to her by her first name.

“Uh, Shelly?” The name on his lips, so intimate sounding coming from her pupil, started to make her flow between the legs. “What–” But she had closed the distance again, and wrapping her arms around him, she looked up, demanding to be kissed. She thought she heard him count to 3 before saying ‘fuck it’, then leaned down and touched his glorious lips to hers.

She moaned into his mouth as their tongues began to wage a small war in each other’s mouths. She felt his hands slide down the back of her dress, taking the zipper down with them. Releasing him long enough to shrug off the dress, she plastered her body back to his, completely nude. Now she understood why she had refrained from putting on any undergarments before she’d left. She had wanted to feel every inch of him as much as was possible.

Speaking of every inch, she thought, and began fussing with his pants, practically yanking them down as soon as his fly was open. Bent over, she found herself facing the object that had haunted and thrilled her dreams for the past week.

She started to lick up his shaft till she reached the massive head, and then popped it into her mouth. His hands went to the back of her head, and she smiled, knowing that she was pleasing her lover. He moaned above her, as she licked and sucked on his massive knob.

“Oh, Miss Shelly, that feels wonderful!”

She pulled his cock out, and glared up at him. “I told you to call me Shelly.” She beat the side of his cock against her cheek in punishment for calling her the wrong name, but it only made her groan that she wasn’t tasting his wonderful precum out of it. She moved her lips back over his head, and sucked for all she was worth. She started to move her hand up and down his shaft, trying to milk more of his delicious essence out of him.

She did notice a slight difference in his overall taste this time, a bit saltier around the shaft, but didn’t mind it as it didn’t interfere with her pleasure. She had always thought cock sucking was a depraved and dirty thing to do, but she derived so much pleasure from this one, she thought she could do it all day if he let her.

“Mi– Er… Shelly, I’m about to cum.”

She started to suck harder, milking him with her hand faster. She wanted to taste the full thing. Not just the pre-cum, but the fully loaded stuff. She wanted to taste his essence.

With a groan he started to shoot into the back of her throat. Despite his warning, she hadn’t been prepared and choked for a second, but was determined to taste it all. She aimed him so that the next volleys hit her tongue instead, and she let out her own groans, as she started to cum with him. The taste of his semen made her feel light headed, and woozy, and at the same time she could see so clearly now. Adam was the man she was supposed to be with. It was Adam she loved, not whatever her boyfriend’s name was. She wanted to have his kids, and take care of him, and cherish him for all she was worth.

She realized he was laying her down on the carpet, and kissing his way down her body. She knew what he was going for, and was determined to stop him. It was one thing for her to debase herself in honor of him. It was another for him to do it to her. What he was about to do was even more disgusting than what she USED to think of blowjobs.

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PERSONAL NOTE: I have set up a rendezvous with Jenny, shortly before Jason should be home. Can’t wait to see how this plays out. Don’t you just love science?

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“No, Adam. You can’t! That’s– OH!” Adam ignored his teacher as his mouth came into contact with her juicy lips. He felt her hands on the back of his head, trying to pull him away, but he sucked in her labia, and ran his tongue between them. He enjoyed her taste, as her juices really began to flow from within her. He started to attack her clit with a stiffened tongue, and now he noticed that her hands were pressing him in, rather than away.

She was still trying to tell him ‘no’, but her moans and her hands were telling him ‘Yes, yes, yes!’ He continued to taste her snatch, bringing her through multiple orgasms, till he was hard again.

He kissed his way back up her body, paying special attention to her large breasts, as he began to rub his cock head against her dripping slit. Shelly moaned, and grabbed his ears, hauling him up for a kiss.

He wondered if she connected the taste of her own juices, with the taste of April’s and Minnie’s cum still on his cock from earlier, when her eyes grew wide during the kiss. If she did, she didn’t say anything, and only kissed him more passionately as he started to sink his length into her. Her legs wrapped around behind his buttocks, and forced him in deeper.

He set his elbows on the carpet, and twisted his arms enough to take a breast in each hand. In this way he was able to support himself atop her, and still fiddle with her nipples.

“Awe Gawd, I have needed this! Give it to me, Adam. I need to feel all of you in me again!” Shelly screamed, breaking the kiss. He felt himself hit bottom, and knew that some of him was still outside of her. Her legs kept pulling him in, though, and like last time, he felt something tight slip around his head, and Shelly screamed in rapture.

Adam tried to pull out a little, but her legs slammed him back into her, and he could now feel himself fully sheathed within her tight cunt.

He dropped his head to her neck, and started to nibble on it, as her legs set the rhythm. He remembered how she had passed out for a few seconds last time, and rolled them over so that she was on top.

Her eyes glazed over for a moment as he went even deeper in this position, and he leaned up to suckle on one of her breasts. This set her off, and the feeling of that extra tight ring inside her, convulsing and gripping him, was enough to start his own.

Remembering that he already had two women pregnant, he tried to lift her off of him, but her legs, and grasping pussy refused to let go, as he emptied his third load that day into his high school English teacher.

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STATUS REPORT: Subject Bravo is being prepped in the hospital. He took some nasty damage from his accident, but we will see how this affects out tests. His prescriptions will be switched from ones from our lab. If all goes well, Subject Bravo should have a blissful recovery, until he is no longer broken.

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