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    The final futas square off to determine which side will win: Summer or Winter!

    The Futa Fairy – Futa Fairies’ Naughty Game
    Chapter Nine: Officer Cindy & Deidre’s Hot Menage
    By mypenname3000
    Copyright 2017

    Mrs. Fatima Samara

    I savored the barely legal delight of plundering Keily’s cunt. The girl squirmed beneath me as I pumped over and over into her depths. My futa-cock throbbed in her silky embrace. She quivered, her small breasts jiggling, her green eyes growing dewy with lust behind her glasses.

    “Help…” She groaned. “Someone… I… Ooh… Ooh, yes!”

    I smiled. Her lusts, inflamed by what the futa-fairies did to us when they gifted us our clit-dicks, swelled through her. She shuddered beneath me, her body undulating now, her hips bucking and rising to meet my thrusts.

    “That’s it,” I groaned, my dusky breasts heaving above her as her snatch clenched down hard on my invading futa-dick. “Mmm, you love that, don’t you, my little delight?”

    “Yes!” Keily groaned, her thighs squeezing down around my waist. “Oh, yes, yes, fuck me! I need it. Ooh, I need it so badly. You have tits like my college professor. I love it when she fucks me!”

    I shuddered, leaning down, pressing my big boobs into her firm, young breasts. Those delicious titties, topped by her small nipples, caressed my lush mounds. I stared into her eyes, pumping harder and harder, her girl-dick throbbing against my stomach.

    For a moment, I felt bad that she would stop being a futanari. That once Summer won, she’d go back to being a normal girl. But my harem waited for me. My sister and our daughters needed my girl-cock.

    The pleasure rippled through me with every thrust, drowning my mind in lust. I shuddered, pumping so hard. Her barely legal cunt gripped my dick like a glove fitted just for my shaft. I buried to the hilt in her over and over, plundering her wonderful depths and enjoying the silky heat of her delights.

    She shuddered, her thighs squeezing about my waist as she trembled beneath me. Her whimpers echoed through the room. She squirmed her hips, pumping faster and faster as I plowed into her snatch. I savored her every moan and gasp.

    Her hands grabbed my rump, pulling on me. “I’m sorry, Deidre!” she whimpered. “I tried. I did! But she feels sooooo good!”

    “You did try, my little cutie,” I purred, ramming my cock so hard into her depths. My pussy clenched with every thrust, the pleasure building my orgasm in my juicy depths. My ovaries tightened, another load of spunk building and building in their, aching to explode out of my clit-dick. “You tried so hard.”

    “Yes, yes, yes!” Keily whimpered, her body shuddering. “So good.”

    “You love being fucked by a futa-MILF,” I hissed. “A futa-Mommy you want to fuck!”

    “I want to fuck all the futa-MILfs,” whimpered Keily. “With Deidre! I’m going to…” Her eyes widened and her words trailed off as she stared up into the sky of Faerie.

    “Yes, yes, you’re going to cum,” I groaned, burying into her cunt so hard, just a few moments from exploding into her depths, just a few more strokes to my rapture.

    “It’s a superheroine!” Keily gasped, her snatch clenching hard on my dick as I drew back for my next plunge. “Like… Futagirl or something!”

    “What?” I frowned as I rammed into her cunt, the friction shooting pleasure down to my ovaries, the ache swelling at the tip of my cock.

    I just needed a little more and I would defeat her.

    I drew back.

    The wind howled and seized my body.

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    Deidre Reddings

    I sprang up from my crotch and darted forward, Ms. Kim’s first attack crackling in the air behind me. Her next formed as icy swirls about the splayed-open fingers of her right hand. The petite, Korean futa stood defiant, her small breasts heaving, her huge cock thrust from her thick, black bush. My own clit-dick bounced before me with my round breasts as I charged across the sandy beach.

    The Year’s Divide flowed and gurgled beside us. My red hair streamed behind me.

    Ms. Kim raised her hand.

    I pushed myself to sprint faster. I was almost on her. I couldn’t let that ice defeat me. Why did every Winter futa have to have magic powers?

    She threw her arm forward. White-blue energy surged at me.

    I leaped at her.

    The chill struck me as I hurtled through the air. I felt the ice flash about my wrists right before I crashed into her. The cold sank into my arms as our naked bodies collided. The world spun around me as we tumbled in a tangle of limbs and hair, her black silk brushing my fiery curls. We rolled on the sandy beach, my futa-cock rubbing past hers.

    The momentum pressed me forward atop her body. Our breasts slid together. I felt the kiss of her nipples on mine, shooting jolts through my sensitive body which ended at the throbbing tip of my futa-cock just as it found the rosebud opening of her asshole.

    She gasped in shock as my clit-dick buried into her bowels, thrusting past her tight sphincter. She groaned as we rolled to a stop, me atop her.

    “Oh, you have got to be fucking me,” Ms. Kim groaned as her velvety asshole clenched on my futa-cock, her shaft throbbing against my stomach.

    The cold on my wrists had frozen them together, forming a manacle. But I had managed to get my arms around her before the spell had fully… solidified or something. Now I had her in a tight hug, her arms squeezed to her side. She struggled and squirmed which slid her asshole up and down my dick.

    That felt incredible.

    “Ms. Kim,” I panted, my hips pumping away at her bowels, driving my dick into her hot depths. “Mmm, your daughter, Yunjin, is always saying how much fun it is visit your business. She loves her part-time job.”

    “No, no, no,” Ms. Kim groaned as my girl-cock plunged into her hot asshole. Her delicate face, her skin this lovely shade of pale olive, twisted as the pleasure rushed through her, her futa-dick throbbing against my belly. “I had you! How did you do this?”

    “Just lucky!” I panted. “I mean, you’re the one whose magic has my hands pinned beneath you, forcing me to hug you.”

    “I know!” She groaned, her bowels clenching down so hard on my futa-dick.

    That velvety anal sheath felt so amazing around my futa-dick. I groaned, pleasure shooting through me. My ovaries ached to cum, to release a flood of jizz. All the exhaustion swimming away from Officer Cindy had generated in my limbs melted away.

    How could I be tired when I was buried into Ms. Kim’s delicious bowels?

    I groaned, the pleasure warming my body. She squirmed beneath me, digging my bound hands into the sand of the beach. Her arms flexed, trying to get free of my tight embrace. But she couldn’t. All she did was make her bowels feel incredible as they clenched around my girl-dick. My orgasm built faster and faster. I thrust into her asshole with a hard frenzy, my body just aching to cum in her and defeat her, to beat her and…

    Beat her…

    I needed to work with her. Us Summer and Winter faeries had to come together. If we didn’t fight, there had to be a way out of this. A way to force the faeries to let us all keep our girl-dicks and leave us alone. My sister, Keily, was counting on me. Neither of us wanted to lose our futa-cocks.

    “Ms. Kim,” I groaned, unable to stop my hard thrusts into her bowels. I fought my pumping hips, but… It was so hard. She felt so good. “There’s a way for us both to—”

    Cold surged out of her body and into me. My words cut off as icy hands seized almost every muscle in my body. My mouth lay half-open, my tongue wiggling behind my teeth. I breathed, my tits rising and falling, pressing into her small mounds.

    “And of course you’re still hard,” muttered Ms. Kim. She started wiggling and thrashing harder, trying to wiggle off my dick and out of my embrace.

    I groaned out wordless pleasure. I couldn’t even move my toe, let alone my lips to shape my words. Such frustration surged through me along with the ecstasy shooting out of my dick. I just wanted to work with the Winter futas.

    Why did they have to be so darned stubborn?

    More and more whimpers burst from my throat as she wiggled, stirring her bowels around my futa-cock. The velvety pleasure sent tingling waves of heat washing through my frozen body. My pussy clenched, juices trickling out of my snatch as she squirmed.

    “Come on,” Ms. Kim moaned. “Just… Why did you have to hug me so tight?”

    Her futa-dick throbbed against my belly, her precum flowing.

    “I just need to… To get out… of your… embrace!” Her face contorted, her bowels clenching down hard on my dick. “Why do you have to feel so good in me?” She glared at me, such anger flashing across her features. “You won’t beat me. I’ll get free!”

    All she had to do was release her magic. If she realized that… She could get out from beneath me and refreeze me. I moaned in rapture again as something widened her eyes. She stopped moving, staring up at me, a smile crossing her lips.

    I whimpered, a mix of pleasure and concern.

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    Officer Cindy Matheson

    I ripped the Arab woman off Keily with my wind. The mature futa’s dusky body writhed, her big breasts heaving. I flipped her over onto her back and yanked her legs apart. I stared between her thighs, black bush soaked by her juices, her futa-cock thrusting from the folds of her pussy. Her dick twitched, glistening with Keily’s juices.

    “Officer Cindy,” whimpered the girl. Her hands grabbed her futa-dick and fisted it so hard, pumping away, lost to the lusts the futa-fairies had given us all. “You saved me.”

    “It’s my job,” I said with a shrug, then stared down at the Arab futa. “Mmm, Ms. Kim was so mad at you for escaping. I bet she’ll suck my dick so hard when she learns that I beat you.”

    The dusky futa fought against my winds. She slipped on the sand like it was Teflon. I had to fight to hold her in place, the sand blowing away from her as my wind gripped her wrists and ankles hard and tight.

    “What?” the Arab futa gasped.

    “You can hold her?” Keily said in awe. “But she can make herself so slippery, nothing can hold onto her.”

    “You can’t slip away from the wind,” I said, not really caring how any of this magic crap worked. I had this Arab futa. One more down. One more step closer to winning.

    And then I’d find that naughty minx. Deidre had escaped me for now. But I could fly. I could zoom upriver and find her in a minute. I would fuck her so hard and defeat her. I’d ensure that Winter’s futas kept their cocks.

    Kept all the fun.

    I settled between the Arab futa’s thighs. I trembled in utter delight, staring down at her as she squirmed. Her breasts heaved. Her eyes flashed with fear. And lust. They stared at my pale girl-cock thrusting from my black bush.

    I grinned at her, stroking my girl-dick, still wet with Deidre’s pussy juices. “Mmm, you’re going to be the second futa I’ve defeated.”

    “No, no, please,” groaned the Arab futa. “My harem needs my girl-cock. They love me. They love my dick.”

    “If they love you, they won’t care if you have a clit-dick or not,” I purred, rubbing my cock’s tip against her pussy, feeling the heat of the MILF’s juicy snatch. Her shaft twitched on her dusky stomach.

    I thrust into her depths.

    She gasped, her tits heaving. I sank to the hilt in her, savoring the heat of her cunt. It gripped me like nothing I had ever felt, this silky sheath that molded to my shaft. I savored it, my dick throbbing with the pounding beat of my heart. I would fuck her so hard. I would punish this naughty futa for trying to defeat cute Keily.

    I drew back my hips and—

    “Holy fucking shit!” I screamed, pain shooting up my girl-dick. The futa’s cunt gripped me so tightly I couldn’t even pull my cock out of her. When I tried to jerk back my hips, my shaft stretched right at the base, feeling on the verge of tearing off of me. “How are you doing that? You’re so wet! You can’t be this tight.”

    “It’s her powers,” Keily moaned. “She can increase or decrease her friction or something. I wish I had had superpower like both of you.” She fisted her cock faster.

    I couldn’t move at all. Even a little pull back had that tearing pain flare up around the base of my cock. It was far, far too important, too sensitive, to abuse in this way. I whimpered, seizing my breasts, rubbing my nipples, trying to stimulate myself another way if I couldn’t fuck my clit-dick in and out of her snatch.

    “You’ve just put off our defeat,” I panted. “I’ll cum in you eventually and…” My eyes widened. “Keily, you have to make me orgasm! Fuck me!”

    “Yes!”

    The girl hopped to her feet, her firm titties jiggling. She pushed up her glasses with her left hand, the right glued to her cock, pumping up and down it. She sprang over the Arab futa’s right thigh to land on the sand behind. The girl grinned.

    The MILF moved her legs, her calves brushing Keily’s.

    I groaned. “She didn’t.”

    “She did,” Keily panted. She squirmed behind me, glued to the Arab futa’s lower legs. “But I still got you. Don’t you worry.”

    Unable to fuck me now, held in place by the MILF’s contorted legs, Keily leaned over and nuzzled her face between my butt-cheeks. I shivered as she pressed her face into my crack, her tongue sliding down until she found my asshole.

    And rimmed me.

    Her tongue danced about my asshole. She swiped and swirled it, making me groan and quiver. My pussy clenched and delight shot to the tip of my girl-dick buried into the MILF’s hot cunt. I grinned down at her.

    “You can’t stop a futa from coming,” I groaned. “You can only delay her.”

    The MILF shuddered, her pussy clenching so hard on my dick. Delight surged up it as Keily’s tongue probed at my sphincter. She pressed past it, wiggling into my bowels. I groaned as she invaded my hot depths.

    As she swirled her tongue around inside my bowels, her fingers found my pussy lips. She stroked them on the edges, circling my vulva and brushing my silky pubic hairs. She sent such wondrous delight surging through my body.

    And then her fingers penetrated my snatch.

    The girl’s slim fingers wiggled through my juicy depths, stirring me up. I loved it, drinking in the stimulation. Her tongue and digits caressed my naughty bits. My futa-cock throbbed in the impossibly tight embrace of the Arab futa’s cunt as I came closer and closer to my climax.

    “I got you,” I grinned at her. “You thought you could avoid justice, but I always get my futa.”

    “Yes,” she whimpered, the pleasure taking over her self-control. She twitched, her large tits jiggling. “Yes, you’re going to cum in me! I… I should care. But…”

    “You want it,” I panted. “You can’t help it. Your body craves my jizz pumping into you, setting off your own orgasm.”

    “Yes!” she hissed.

    Keily slid a third finger into my pussy, pumping faster and faster. The silky delight of her digits met the wicked heat created by her tongue wiggling around in my bowels. She moaned, her hand still fisting her own girl-cock, making that rhythmic slap-slap of futa masturbation.

    The pleasure built inside of me. It assaulted me from three sources, with little sparks flaring from my nipples. My cock savored the MILF’s squirms, that silky cunt sliding around it now. The tight grip vanished. The MILF didn’t care any longer. She surrendered to the inevitable.

    I let her fuck me, her futa-dick bouncing on her dusky stomach as she whimpered and moaned. Her big breasts jiggled before me. Her hot cunt worked around my dick, shooting delight to my pussy. My snatch clenched on Keily’s plunging fingers, increasing the delight she churned in me.

    And her tongue…

    That wicked, naughty tongue probed so deep into my asshole. The futa drove me wild with it. My back arched, my big breasts bouncing before me a I drank it all in. I twisted and pulled on my nipples, giving myself every bit of stimulation I could.

    “I’m sorry, my star!” the Arab futa moaned. “Ranya! Naila and Basima! I’m sorry, Ayesha!”

    The Arab MILF exploded. Her cum fired from her futa-dick. Her white jizz splattered her heaving breasts. I groaned as her pussy writhed about my dick. Such a wonderful heat breathed my futa-cock. Such delight washed through me, leaving me feeling dizzy, the stars washing about my eyes.

    I groaned as the pressure built and built in me. Everything assaulted my senses. Keily’s tongue probing my asshole, her digits plunging into my cunt. My fingers twisted my nipples. And that MILF’s cunt… That hot pussy sucked at my dick.

    My ovaries tightened.

    “Yes!” I howled.

    And erupted.

    The pleasure shot through my body. Jets of cum fired out of my dick and into her snatch. My entire body bucked and heaved. My eyes rolled back into my head as the bliss assaulted my mind. They drowned me in utter rapture. I whimpered in delight. Juices flooded down my thighs. Gushes of juices that squirted out around Keily’s fingers.

    My cum pumped over and over into the MILF’s pussy. I stared into the Arab futa’s eyes as she squirmed and groaned. Her snatch milked my cock, so hungry for the futa-cum that signaled her defeat. She didn’t care.

    At this moment, the rapture consumed her. Nothing else mattered but her pleasure.

    My rapture drowned my mind.

    Green energy danced around her. My cum fired the last time into her pussy. And then she vanished. My futa-cock suddenly twitched and bounced before me, dripping with pussy juices. They only trace of her remaining.

    “Yes!” Keily moaned, her hand stroking her dick fast, building towards her own orgasm.

    “Now it’s time to find that naughty Deidre and teach her a lesson!” I groaned, my lusts surging through me.

    “What?”

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    Mrs. Umayyah

    The green energy carried me away. I blinked my eyes, my rapture dying, futa-cum leaking out of my snatch. More coated my tits as I sat up on the soft, green grass and stared around at the three other futas. Cassie, whom I’d been helpless to protect, had her arms around Kimmie, the other futa-cheerleader. She sat disconsolately, defeated.

    “Mrs. Umayyah,” Dr. Rita said. “Tell me you got like three of them. Tell me Deidre has a chance.”

    I shook my head. “Only one.”

    “Fuck!” Kimmie groaned. “It’s three on one. Deidre’s out there all alone. We are so totally fucked.”

    “I fear we are,” Leanan Sidhe said. “For my dearest Miss Deidre has not the fire the rest of you had. Bean Sidhe made a clever ploy choosing Miss Keily as her patron. I fear she has well-neutered Miss Deidre.”

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    Ms. Ji-Woo Kim

    I made my body stop moving, my eyes widening in realization. If I kept squirming, I would make Deidre cum in me. I didn’t know what to do. She was frozen on top of me, her body squeezing mine tight. I couldn’t escape her embrace. Her futa-dick was buried so deep into my asshole. Her thick shaft filled me to the hilt.

    It felt so nice in me.

    I stared into her blue eyes. They moved, darting around as she whimpered and groaned. She made the cutest sounds. Her body felt so nice on me, too. Her round, youthful tits pressed into my smaller breasts, our nipples caressing. And her dick…

    Her dick was buried to the hilt in my asshole.

    My futa-cock throbbed between us, drinking in the feel of both our sleek stomachs. I groaned, the pleasure boiling through my mind. There had to be something I could do… I just had to… Why did her dick have to feel so nice in me?

    My hips moved again. They stirred her girl-dick around inside my bowels. I let out whimpers of delight. I knew I had to be in charge here. That I had to do something to get out of this. But… But… it couldn’t hurt… Just for a few minutes.

    As long as she didn’t cum… I could enjoy her girl-dick.

    “Ooh, Deidre,” I groaned. “I wished Yunjin had a futa-cock.” That would be so nice. To be fucked by my daughter. To share the women of my office with her, both of us plundering their holes together. Oh, that would be so hot. With another futa in the office, I could have more employees.

    My hips thrust and pumped, working my asshole up and down her girl-dick as much as I could. My futa-cock throbbed against our bellies, the tip drinking in the silk of our skin. My pussy clenched, the juices flowing down to her cock and buried in my bowels.

    “Ooh, yes, you feel so good in me, Deidre,” I panted, the rapture bathing my mind, giving my thoughts what they craved.

    I squirmed my hips more. I stirred her big girl-dick around inside my bowels. She stimulated me. My velvety sheath absorbed the delight of her shaft filling me. The friction rippled heat through my body, building the ache at the tip of my dick.

    An ache that had to be satiated.

    My ovaries grew tighter as my pussy heated up. The stimulation brought my cunt closer and closer to a boil. I groaned, her fiery bush pressing against my snatch. That ticklish delight sent tingles racing through me, increasing the temperature of my twat by tiny increments at a time.

    My arms, pinned to my side by her frozen embrace, twitched. My fingers dug into the sand by my hips. I whimpered, working my hips faster and faster. The rapture built and built in me. Such delight surged out of my asshole and rippled through my body.

    “Oh, Deidre, yes!”

    She groaned, her eyes growing glossy with her lust. Her futa-cock came closer and closer to spurting into me. I knew that was bad, but… But I didn’t care. I just had to feel that hot, barely legal girl-cum firing into my snatch.

    “Yes, yes, yes!” I hissed.

    She moaned louder.

    My bowels clenched on her dick. I squirmed on the sand, the heat burning in my bowels. Such wondrous delight shot through me. My girl-cock throbbed inside of her. I shuddered in delight as my ovaries tightened and tightened.

    Then the explosion came.

    My futa-dick spasmed about her bowels. My shaft writhed about her girl-dick, milking her cock. Hot spunk spurted between us. My shaft pulsed with each explosion. Deidre moaned louder, her eyes squeezing shut as I trembled beneath her frozen form.

    “Oh, Deidre, cum in me!” I screamed out as the rapture boiled my mind. The heat melted my thoughts. “Flood my asshole!”

    Deidre let out a throaty scream of rapture.

    Her futa-dick erupted.

    I shuddered, my writhing asshole savoring every hot spurt of her girl-spunk into my depths. She bathed my bowels with it. The jizz swirled around inside of me. I savored it. I let out loud whimpers of pure delight as she filled me with more and more of her spunk.

    She drove me wild. My eyes rolled back into my head. The delight burned so hot through me. It had me twitching and squirming in utter delight.

    And then the blue light swirled around me. Winter’s icy grip seized me and… Darkness engulfed me. I floated for an eternity, my body wracked by bliss, my bowels suddenly so empty. I wanted to whimper, but couldn’t make a sound here and—

    Appeared surrounded by frozen, austere beauty.

    The busty futa-fairy hovered above me, her violet hair spilling about her angry face. “Really? Really? Are you fucking kidding me, Ms. Kim?”

    “Sorry,” I whimpered, futa-cum leaking out of my asshole.

    “You lost to a frozen futa!” B shook her head with violent denial. “To Deidre!”

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    Deidre Reddings

    The moment Ms. Kim vanished, I collapsed into a groaning heap. I squirmed on the sand, my futa-dick throbbing beneath me, aching from cumming so hard in her asshole. I sucked in deep breaths, my tits rising and falling as my heart raced.

    Pleasure buzzed through me and…

    I could move.

    The icy grip had vanished with Ms. Kim. I let out a giggling burst of euphoria. I had defeated a Winter futa even without any magic powers. I didn’t want to beat her. I needed to unite with them. I had to find Keily and—

    “Keily!”

    Officer Cindy had darted off in the direction of Keily. Something had drawn the futa-cop’s attention. Had a Summer futa found my little sister? Had the futa I loved been caught by someone on my side? Was she in trouble?

    I had to go help her.

    I groaned and pushed myself to my feet. My body buzzed with pleasure. Behind me, I heard someone shouting, the voice carrying on the wind. I whirled around, staring down the river. I could see a slim figure running down it, her body slim.

    “Keily?” I asked. It looked like her.

    “Stop!” my little sister screamed, her words just understandable.

    At the first howl of wind, my stomach twisted. In the strange half-night/half-day sky of the Land of Transition flew Officer Cindy. Her pale body almost shone, one side bathed by silver moonlight, the other by golden sunlight.

    Then the hurricane struck me.

    I screamed as the winds drove me to the sand hard. Swirling gusts seized my wrists and elbows, yanking me spread eagle. A hot thrill shot through me, mixing with my fear. My helplessness, only enhanced by my legs spread open and my pussy available to be penetrated, sent such a wild lust through me.

    My snatch clenched. My futa-dick throbbed.

    I grew so juicy.

    “There you are, you naughty futa,” purred Officer Cindy as she landed near me. Her breasts jiggled and heaved before her. Her futa-dick throbbed and twitched with the beat of her hard. She fell to her knees, her dark eyes glossy with lust. Pussy juices dripped from her cock, her shaft soaked in them.

    She had just defeated a Summer futa. And… I knew I was the last one left. That it was Officer Cindy and Keily versus me. Officer Cindy stared at my cock, her head cocked to the side as she studied it.

    “I saw you defeat Ms. Kim, you wicked futa,” she purred, stroking my thighs. She leaned over, studying my futa-dick. “But your cock isn’t wet like mine is.”

    “Please, don’t do this!” Keily shouted as she raced closer.

    “You fucked her asshole, didn’t you?”

    “Yes,” I gasped, my pussy clenching, aching to be filled by her futa-dick. The excitement of being bound and helpless had me trembling. My entire body ached to be penetrated. To be fucked hard by the futa-cock. “Listen, there’s a way for us all to keep our futa-dicks.”

    “I’m not falling for that again,” Officer Cindy purred.

    A gag of swirling air stuffed into my mouth. It felt so strange, the winds caressing inside my mouth, playing with my tongue while forcing my jaws open. I could only moan again, unable to communicate.

    I let out a scream of frustrated lust. Why wouldn’t they listen to me?

    “Mmm, I can smell Ms. Kim’s sour musk on your dick,” Officer Cindy purred.

    She stroked my pussy lips as she leaned in and ran her tongue up the length of my cock. She tasted that sour musk decorating my dick. A tremble of rapture shot through me. My toes curled in the sands. I let out a groaning whimper, squirming at the pleasure her tongue created. My eyes squeezed shut. She felt sooooooo good.

    Her tongue reached my crown, swirling about it. My pussy clenched, my limbs spasming in the embrace of her wind. My eyes squeezed shut. I sucked in deep breaths, squirming on the sands, my whimpers rising above the babble of the river.

    “Mmm, she tastes good on your dick,” groaned Officer Cindy, such lust shining in her brown eyes. I gasped as her fingers penetrated my pussy. “I can’t wait to get back into your pussy. But a few more licks won’t hurt.”

    Keily raced closer. She was my only hope now. But what could she do? There was only one thing she could do. She had to be the one to convince Officer Cindy to help us.

    I caught my futa-sister’s eyes over Officer Cindy. The flushed-face Keily pushed up her glasses, nodding her head. She understood. It was all on her. I shuddered as the cop’s tongue reached the tip of my futa-dick again, relief passing through me.

    Keily could convince Officer Cindy to join our side. It wouldn’t seem like a trick from my sister.

    “One last taste,” Officer Cindy promised me as she brought her lips to the base of my cock thrusting out of the folds of my juicy pussy. “One last savor of Ms. Kim’s ass staining your clit-dick. Then I fuck your cunt and—”

    Officer Cindy’s eyes bulged wide.

    My sister didn’t speak, didn’t make any pleas or explain how we had to work together. Instead, she fell to her knees behind the futa-cop, her small tits jiggling, and rammed her futa-dick hard into Officer Cindy. The cop’s words became a surprised gasp. She shuddered and ran her tongue up my dick as my sister pumped away hard. The cop’s tongue reached my crown again, caressing it.”

    “Ooh, yes, you didn’t cum, did you, Keily?” the futa-cop asked.

    “No,” Keily moaned. “I need to fuck your asshole so hard.”

    “Yes!” Officer Cindy said.

    I groaned. This wouldn’t help. Keily could cum in Officer Cindy all she wanted, it wouldn’t defeat the futa-cop. It wouldn’t convince her to join our side and take a stand against the futa-fairies. I moaned, struggling so hard against the winds gagging me and binding me spread eagle.

    And failed to escape.

    I leaned my head back, closing my eyes,hating how horny I was. This lust that the futa-fairies gave us to…

    I frowned.

    The lust they gave us to keep cumming.

    I let out another frustrated moan, wanting to blurt out my realization to Officer Cindy and my sister.

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    Officer Cindy Matheson

    Keily’s dick hammered into my asshole. She plunged into me with such vigorous thrusts. My eyes squeezed shut. I savored the sour flavor of Ms. Kim’s asshole on Deidre’s girl-cock. Pleasure rippled through me. It bathed my mind in ecstasy.

    My futa-dick throbbed beneath me, twitching with every hard plunge of the naughty minx into my bowels. Her crotch smacked over and over into my rump. She stirred it around in me, making me quiver and groan.

    My asshole clenched down on her plunging cock.

    “Oh, Officer Cindy, I needed this sooooo badly!” Keily gasped. “Ooh, yes, you have such a tight asshole. I bet it would taste so good on my dick.”

    “I’ll suck it off,” I promised her, my big tits heaving beneath me, slapping together as my body rocked into Keily’s vigorous thrusts. “I love the taste of ass on a futa’s cock. Especially my own.”

    “I bet you suck Ms. Marcie’s girl-dick clean of your ass all the time. Or your sexy daughter’s!”

    “Yes!” I whimpered. I loved sucking my futa-girlfriend’s dick clean after it had been in my ass or my sweet daughter’s bowels. Amber was one of Keily’s friends, the two girls both students at Washington College. “It’s the best.”

    “Just enjoy that delight!” Keily purred. “Just savor it.”

    The pleasure bathed my mind as I inhaled through my nose. I smelled Deidre’s spicy pussy mixed with Ms. Kim’s sour asshole. My mouth salivated. I stared up the bound and gagged futa’s body, her round tits jiggling, as such a wicked impulse shot through me.

    I could lick her dick a bit more.

    My tongue bathed Deidre’s futa-shaft. I lapped up that girth over and over, savoring every swipe. That sour flavor coated my tongue, mixed with her spicy juices at her dick’s base and her salty precum at the crown. I swirled my tongue about the tip, my lips nuzzling it while Keily’s clit-dick kept pounding my bowels.

    More waves of velvety heat washed through me.

    I sucked Deidre’s crown into my mouth, moaning about it. My futa-dick throbbed beneath me, the ache forming at the tip of my girl-cock. I needed that explosive release. I moaned about Deidre’s dick, the friction of Keily’s plunging shaft melting my asshole.

    I loved it. Sucking on a futa’s dirty shaft while getting buggered was the best. I clamped my asshole down on Keily’s cock as it reamed into me. I shuddered, my eyes rolling back into my head. Stars danced across my vision as pussy juices dripped down my twitching clit-dick.

    “Yes, yes, yes, that’s it,” Keily moaned, her hands gripping my hips. Her crotch smacked into my rump over and over, burying that amazing shaft into my bowels again and again. “Just enjoy that naughty flavor. Suck it all off.”

    Deidre moaned through her windy gag. I bobbed my mouth up and down her girl-dick. Her breasts jiggled and heaved. Hard nipples waved atop firm, youthful titties. I shuddered, reaching up her body and squeezing both mounds. I loved the youthful feel of them in my hands, squeezing them.

    Deidre shuddered and bucked, her cock fucking deeper into my mouth as her hips thrust upward. Her salty precum flowed, growing stronger than Ms. Kim’s asshole as I sucked clean that clit-dick. So I took more of it, my lips sliding farther and farther down the shaft.

    It brushed the back of my throat.

    The girl let out such a wanton moan as I deep-throated her futa-dick. I worked her shaft down my esophagus as my lips reached her fiery bush. I tasted spicy cream and sour ass. I cleaned her shaft, moaning about her cock.

    “Yes, yes, yes!” Keily moaned, pounding me so hard. “Get her so clean. Just keep doing that.”

    I moaned, squeezing and pinching Deidre’s nipples, making her squirm even more. My futa-cock ached so badly. The pressure swelled and swelled in the depths of my cunt. Stars danced before my eyes. That wonderful explosion came even closer to drowning me. To smothering me in futa-passion.

    Keily buried into my bowels and gasped. Hot cum spurted into my asshole.

    I screamed out my rapture around Deidre’s cock. She had to feel the humming pleasure of my moans. Ecstasy fired from my futa-dick. Hot pulses of cum jetted out of me as Keily flooded my asshole with her barely legal spunk.

    Deidre bucked, screaming through her gag.

    Her cock throbbed in my mouth. The nineteen-year-old’s futa-cum pumped straight into my stomach. I shuddered, my orgasm intensifying at the feel of her jizz warming my belly while her sister’s cream filled my bowels and…

    No!

    “Yes!” Keily shouted as the blue light swirled around me. “We did it, Deidre! We did it!”

    She tricked me. I saved her, and that little bitch tri—

    Darkness engulfed me.

    I floated for an eternity that last a single beat of my heart.

    I appeared kneeling in snow, my mouth wide open but no longer stuffed with Deidre’s cock. “That fucking bitch tricked me!”

    “Keily!” growled B from behind me.

    I whirled around to see the futa-fairy hovering, her wings a gossamer blur. Frost swirled around her busty body. Her silver eyes flashed with such ancient anger. Her fingers flexed and relaxed. And then she vanished in a flurry of snow.

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

    Keily Reddings

    “We did it!” I cheered, my dick flopping before me, no longer buried in Officer Cindy’s amazing asshole. “It’s just me and you now!”

    My sister nodded, working her jaw as she sat up, no longer bound by the wind.

    “I used the lust on her,” I grinned at my older futa-sister. “Did you see that? How I got her so horny and then talked about some ass-to-mouth fun? She couldn’t resist sucking on your dirty dick.”

    “You were brilliant,” Deidre said, beaming at me.

    “So, did you figure it out? What we have to do to win?”

    “Yes,” she said. “We have to suck each other off and cum at the same time.”

    Some of my enthusiasm fled. “Oh, so we’re going to both lose?”

    “Maybe.” My sister reached out and took my hands. She put on such a loving smile. “But it’s the only way. Do you trust me?”

    I nodded my head as vigorously as possible. “To the end. We’ll cum together! At the same moment. I think…” My heart beat faster. My hand tingled in my sister’s grip. I felt something… something magical between us. That connection we shared as sisters. We’d both come from the same womb. “I think it’s possible. I…”

    She nodded. “This is a special place. A place of lusts and fantasies. Where the impossible exists. We desire and love each other. That has to mean something here.”

    My heart beat faster. “Definitely.”

    On the sandy beach of the autumn side of the Year’s Divide, we rolled onto our sides, my sister’s back to the river. Her futa-dick, still soaked with Officer’s Cindy’s saliva, bobbed before my mouth. And my dirty cock swayed before hers.

    She’d get one yummy treat. Lucky her.

    I opened my mouth wide and engulfed the tip of her girl-dick. She sucked mine into her mouth. That delicious connection forged by us growing up together, our bond as sisters, united our actions. We moved together, just knowing how to love each other in the same way. Our mouths bobbed in unison. Our tongues swirled in harmony.

    Pleasure shot through me. My pussy clenched. I whimpered about my sister’s girl-dick and she moaned about mine. Her passion vibrated the tip. The delight shot down to my pussy. It clenched in delight, my juices flowing as we took more and more of each other’s dicks.

    Together, we brought rubbing fingers to each other’s snatches.

    I stroked through her fiery bush as she slid through mine. We found each other’s pussy lips, caressing up and down our slits. Such delight tingled up to the tip of my futa-dick buried in her hungry mouth.

    It made me suck harder.

    Which made her suck harder.

    Our fingers plunged into the other’s juicy snatch. My cunt clenched on her digits while I plunged mine in and out of her silky delight. We both whimpered, squirming on our sides, our moans muffled by our girl-dicks.

    The futa-fairies appeared.

    “My dearest Miss Deidre, no!” a slim, petite faerie with green hair gasped. She hovered behind my sister, the opposite of the busty and vivacious B in every way. Even her voice had this noble and refined accent, something from another age.

    “Stop that right now, you little bitch,” B snarled behind me. Her wings buzzed with angry rapture. “You don’t know what you’re doing , Keily. You’ll ruin everything.”

    “Surely it is enough for one of you to keep your futa-dick, my dearest Miss Deidre. And you are the eldest. It is your right to have it. I gifted it to you first. Your sister merely tried to usurp it, a despicable ploy birthed in the rotten nightsoil the Winter Esquire employs for her mind.”

    “It was a great ploy, Summer Slut,” B hissed. “So quit being a cunt, Keily, and cum in your sister’s mouth first. Stop being her little sister and take command in your relationship.

    I shivered for a moment. To be the dominant one. The one with the futa-cock… But… I liked being her little sister. It was so wonderful. I didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize what we had. I felt so close to her right now.

    “You will loose all that fun you have at your college,” snarled B. “Fucking all your classmates. Your hot professors.”

    I squeezed my eyes shut, ignoring them.

    “My dearest Miss Deidre, your mother and the rest of the world will not accept your incestuous relationship. They will revile you for your taboo and depraved lusts.”

    I faltered for a moment. Just for a moment.

    But Deidre didn’t. She kept sucking so hard, moving in rhythm with me. I had to trust her. And even if we both lost, even if we both stopped being futas, we still had our daughters growing in our bellies, and we would still have our love. Who cared if everyone turned against us? Nothing would change how we felt.

    That realization that nothing important would truly change only relaxed me more. I bobbed my mouth wish such passion. My tongue swirled and danced about her girl-dick. I just wanted to make her cum.

    I just wanted to give her such pleasure.

    I plunged my fingers faster and faster into Deidre’s snatch. I wiggled them around in her, making her moan and groan about my futa-dick. She squirmed, her mouth sucking so hard on mine. My toes curled as the rapture built and built.

    “This is how you thank me!” B shouted. I felt her right above me. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted her glaring face, so twisted with anger. “I gave you that futa-dick! I could have chosen anyone! Your classmates! This horny judge that would so get off sentencing female criminals to suck on her girl-dick. And there was this naughty barista… She would cum in all the drinks for her female customers. They would cum so hard drinking their whipped-cum lattes! But I gave you a chance, and you’re throwing it away!”

    “Indeed, my dearest Miss Deidre. I allowed your taboo love for your sister to blossom and flourish. Without my wares, you would still be pining after her, secretly abusing your pussy while sniffing at her panties, aching to cross that line into the forbidden and enjoy her while remaining too terrified of the consequences of such a depraved desire to ever act upon it. Do you have no sense of obligation to repay me for what I have so generously given you?”

    Deidre just sucked harder.

    So I did as well.

    They were using us. They needed the power we generated when we came for some reason. My eyes widened in realization. It was a bluff. My sister threatened to have us both forfeit, but she wouldn’t actually do it. She would force the two futa-fairies to make a deal and let us all keep our dicks.

    But we couldn’t act like it was a bluff. We had to pleasure each other with every ounce of our passion.

    So I curled my fingers in my sister’s pussy, her digits mimicking mine inside my snatch. I slid along the walls of her cunt to my favorite spot inside a hot twat. I found Deidre’s G-spot and massaged her hard. Her futa-dick twitched in my sucking mouth.

    Then she found mine.

    Rapture surged from that spot. I groaned about her girl-dick, trembling as I bobbed my mouth. My pussy clenched on her fingers as we rubbed each other’s bundle of sensitive nerves. Every stroke of her digits on my G-spot built and built my orgasm in the depths of my snatch.

    And my fingers built hers.

    We drove each other wild. We pleasured each other with our digits. We were both so naughty. So wicked. I loved it. My eyes rolled back into my head as I came closer and closer to erupting. To that moment when the futa-fairies would surrender and let us bit h have our dicks.

    “No!” B shouted. “Stop that!”

    “You are on the cusp of your orgasm, my dearest Miss Deidre. But so is your sister. You must stop this at once.”

    “Right now!” B snapped. “Don’t be an idiot, Keily. I invested all that energy in you and the others. You need to give it back to me. You need to repay me! You owe me! We made a deal!”

    “This is a breach of our contract, Miss Deidre. I must insist that you stop this foolish and self-destructive endeavor. You both cannot be futanari. One side must defeat the other. That is the cycle of existence.”

    I grinned around my sister’s futa-cock and rubbed harder at her G-spot. I trembled, on the verge of cumming with Deidre. They would stop us before that happened. I could feel it. They needed our sexual energy.

    “You do not understand!” B shouted. “This won’t work. I know you’re trying to bluff us so you both can be futas. But we are bound to the rules of this game. We cannot change them now. It goes against our very nature. You have to stop. Both sides will be fucked.”

    “Please, my dearest Miss Deidre. You both shall lose your futa-dicks. You all shall. Think of Cassandra and Kimberly. Dr. Rita and Mrs. Fatima. They are all depending on you to keep they’re most precious gifts.”

    “Stop being a selfish cunt, Keily!”

    My eyes widened. They were serious. They couldn’t let us both win.

    And Deidre kept going, kept sucking. I closed my eyes, massaged my sister’s G-spot, and sucked her girl-dick hard. If we both couldn’t have our futa-cocks, then neither of us would. We would be equals no matter what.

    We came.

    Golden light exploded from our souls, birthed by our incestuous love, as our futa-cum spurted into the other’s mouth.

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

    Bean Sidhe

    I flinched from the golden light. It bathed around me, touching me, pouring into my soul, into my essence. Love violated my being. I shuddered at the metaphysical energy gushing from Keily as she hit her orgasm, feeding me more than her usual sexual energy.

    What was going on?

    I trembled, standing in the heart of a sun, a nova of passion and love. I felt the depth of affection between the two sisters as their orgasms spilled through their body at the exact same second. It united them, bridging their souls together.

    My futa-dick spurted cum. I heard the Summer slut whimpering nearby. Something hot splattered my belly. Salty jizz. I felt the heat of Summer’s spunk running down to my purple bush, matting down my curls as we both kept orgasming.

    My pussy convulsed. Rapture surged through me. The golden light twisted my soul, seized it in a powerful embrace. Fingers of love hauled my essence out of me and brought it towards something else. Something that blazed with warmth and change, touching them together and…

    “No!” I screamed in horror even as the rapture and love melted my mind.

    “This cannot be possible!” whimpered the Summer… Esquire.

    The golden light vanished.

    I stood in ankle-deep snow. Winter was around me. It had swept down into the valley to the Year’s Divide, freezing half of the river. On the other side, spring had blossomed into the glory of Summer, verdant fields ripened by the sun’s rays swept down towards the river which flowed even faster on the other side.

    “They seasons are touching,” I said in awe.

    “Impossible,” breathed Leanan Sidhe, her slender body dripping with my cum. She stood in a small pocket of melted snow, revealing the sandy beach. Her dainty toes flexed into steaming sand.
    “More than possible when mortals are loving each other,” a rich voice purred.

    Querciola appeared between us in the blink of an eye, golden motes raining off her lush body. The wild fey gave a giggle of delight as she spun around in the snow, her big breasts heaving. She lacked a futa-cock. Only us true fairy had those.

    “What have you wrought, Querciola?” Leanan Sidhe asked, the Summer Esquire’s silver eyes wide in awe. “You have changed the fundamentals of Faerie.”

    “I didn’t do anything but facilitate love,” Querciola said. “You forget, that’s my domain. I just let those sisters share their love in my body. It was all up to them. And since you were connected to them, they”—she grabbed Leanan Sidhe’s dick then my cock in her hands, pulling us closer—“bridged you together.”

    I gasped as the tip of my girl-dick nudged Leanan Sidhe’s. The Summer Esquire’s eyes grew even wider. Her gossamer wings hummed behind her as Querciola massaged our throbbing crowns together. Pleasure shuddered down my shaft, my pussy throbbing and clenching.

    I felt something… Something lurch in my soul as I stared into Leanan Sidhe’s eyes. Then I groaned. “You didn’t, Querciola?”

    “I didn’t do anything,” the wild fey who embodied love said with a smile. She kept rubbing our dicks together. “You’re the one who made a patron out of Keily. You chose the lover of one of Summer’s futas. You made this all possible with that naughty act. So you only have yourself to blame now.”

    “This is impossible,” I said, my heart thudding faster and faster.

    “No, no, nothing is impossible when the most powerful force in the universe is unleashed.” Querciola threw her lithe leg over our cocks, straddling them. She pressed our tips into the wet folds of her pussy. “Now let me feel the force of your newly blossomed love. Too long have you two played your game, using mortals as your puppets as you refused to face such a simple fact, oh Esquires of the Summer and Winter Courts.”

    “What’s that?” I demanded.

    “She speaks of that gentler spark of love that has ever burned in the depths of our hearts,” Leanan Sidhe answered. “Down through the many eons, have we ignored that little coal, both of us hoping it would, through our deliberate neglect, suffocate and snuff out, thus ridding us of its bothersome heat in our breast. I am afraid that our patrons have instead inflamed our coals. They now blaze so bright. Can you not feel that wondrous heat burning in your heart?”

    “Yes!” I hissed, shuddering as my dick throbbed against hers. Querciola pressed on our cocks, forcing the tips into her pussy.

    Her snatch pressed us so tight together.

    “Now I can’t call you the Summer Slut any longer! And what does this mean for our patrons?”

    “Well, our courts shall ever be in balance and no longer in conflict,” Leanan Sidhe said. “It appears we had a tie. The rules we believed unchanging were rewritten the the free will of Mortals”

    “A tie? Where’s the fun in that?” I demanded even as I stared into Leanan Sidhe’s silver eyes over Querciola’s shoulder. They were so deep, as brilliant as the moon, the stars.

    “I suspect we are about to discover new ways in which to indulge our desires,” Leanan Sidhe said as our dicks speared deeper and deeper into Querciola’s pussy until the pair of us had sandwiched the naughty fey between us, her supple back rubbing on my large tits. “There shall be many fulsome delights that we shall discover together. I find myself to be quite eager to embark on this journey of exploration with you.”

    Her futa-dick throbbed against mine, pressed so tight by that silky delight.

    “What say you, Esquire of Winter? Shall we, hand-in-hand, set out upon this grand adventure of mutual discovery and most wanton pleasure together?”

    “Yes!” I hissed and drew back my girl-cock.

    Her clit-dick slid with mine. Then we thrust into Querciola’s hot pussy.

    Our wings buzzed and hummed, lifting the three of us into the air. We gripped Querciola tight between us. The embodiment of love shuddered and writhed as our futa-dicks pumped away hard at her juicy cunt. She gasped and squirmed, her snatch squeezing our shafts together. Silky friction burned about my cock.

    Pleasure radiated through me.

    We drifted between Summer and Winter, crossing the half-frozen, half-flowing river that divided our realms. I gasped and grunted, pumping away so hard at Querciola’s cunt, hugging the pair of them in my arms. Leanan Sidhe’s delicate hands gripped my ass, pulling so hard on me as we fucked the wild fey in unison.

    “Oh, my lovely Bean Sidhe,” Leanan Sidhe whimpered. “Oh, I do so enjoy the delight of sharing her cunny with your most rampant prick.”

    “Yes!” I hissed. “Let’s pound the little slut’s cunt hard!”

    “Mmm, I like that idea!” Querciola moaned, squirming harder, her supple back massaging my nipples. “Flood me with your shared love! I want all that futa-cum dripping out of my snatch.”

    “We shall endeavor to produce a copious flood of our jizz to fill your most-wanton pussy, my dearest Querciola!”

    “Yes!”

    We thrust even harder. Our dicks moved together, pressed so tight. I felt every throb of Leanan Sidhe’s shaft against mine. I absorbed the heat of her passion, savoring our tips pressed so tight. We pumped in and out of Querciola’s stretched out cunt. We reamed her to the hilt. She squirmed between us, her moans singing out across all of Faerie.

    My pussy clenched. My dick throbbed, drinking in the friction and converting it into pleasure. It rippled through me, making my ovaries tighten. I hugged them both tighter, rubbing my nipples into Querciola’s back, tingling delights shooting through me.

    My toes curled. My feet brushed Leanan Sidhe’s as we flew. I loved the feel of her dainty toes caressing mine. I kept staring into her eyes. Those ancient eyes. We had struggled for eons against each other, trying to dominate each other. Sometimes I would win, sometimes she would.

    Now… Now we would play together. Fuck together. Share our pleasure. And it felt even better.

    “Leanan Sidhe,” I groaned, my pussy boiling with delight.

    “Yes, my sweet Bean Sidhe, let us spill our pleasure into her body. Let us mingle our love!”

    Together, we thrust into the Fey of Love’s cunt. The pleasure rippled down my shaft to my ovaries. They tightened. My pussy convulsed. My futa-cum fired out of my dick, spurting into Querciola’s hot snatch.

    Leanan Sidhe’s futa-spunk joined mine.

    We both groaned, our wings buzzing as our cum spurted over and over again. It pumped hot into the fey’s juicy cunt. It spilled through her. She shuddered, drinking it in. I grinned in utter delight, my breasts rising and falling as such pleasure burned through my body, my dick twitching and throbbing against Leanan Sidhe’s.

    Querciola’s pussy convulsed. Her snatch milked our clit-dicks as she whimpered in pleasure. She wrung out every drop of cum from our ovaries. The rapture shot through me as I enjoyed her embrace. I squeezed my eyes shut as my pleasure peaked in me and—

    The Fey of Love vanished.

    My body pressed against Leanan Sidhe. Our lips met in a kiss, Winter and Summer united through love. I held the Esquire of Summer tight in my arms, our futa-dicks throbbing together, eager to make this journey of discovery with her.

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

    Becca Brittany

    I blinked my eyes and found myself sitting on my couch in my home in Parkland. The TV was on before us, showing off the fireworks detonating around the Space Needle up in Seattle. I blinked, staring at the clock on the cable box and…

    12:01

    Only a minute had passed since the New Year began? But I was in Faerie for a few hours.

    “Wow, Mom, you started drooling like a zombie there for a minute,” Jenna said. My blonde offspring waved her hand in front of my face. “But I see your back and… Holy shit.”

    “What?” I gasped, so confused. Had we won? Had we lost? I remember B vanishing and then… Golden light had bathed me. I felt the sweet love in the— “Holy fucking shit!”

    My daughter’s mouth sucked hard on my girl-dick. Not my clit, but my dick.

    I stared down at Jenna’s blonde hair swaying as she bobbed her mouth on my futa-cock. The shock of her hot mouth had banished all thoughts from my mind for a moment. I struggled to gather my wits and…

    “I have a girl-cock. But it’s in the middle of the night.” I was a Winter futa. We had our cocks only during the day. My eyes widened. “We must have won.”

    My daughter didn’t care about any of that. She just loved my futa-dick. I savored her incestuous sucking. I leaned back into the couch and grinned. If I had a futa-dick twenty-four/seven now, I could do news reports at night. I could be an evening broadcaster fucking my guests while my daughter would keep my dick hard with her fluffing mouth.

    “I have to call my producer,” I moaned, my pussy clenching, my orgasm surging quickly through me as my daughter sucked with all her might.

    I grabbed my phone, fumbling for it as Jenna shoved two fingers into my juicy snatch. My daughter moaned about my dick, so eager for my girl-cum to fire into her mouth. My hand grasped the receiver, picking it up.

    I hit 3 on speed dial. It rang. And rang.

    “Hey,” Luka, my young producer, said when I answered the phone. “The broadcast is going well at the Space Needle.”

    “I have my futa-cock at night,” I groaned, my daughter making such obscene sounds as she worshiped it. “You need to get me an anchor spot.”

    “Yes!” Luka squealed. “Oh, we are going to crush it in the ratings. The only futa-reporter in the world working for Channel 5 News!”

    “Yes!” I moaned and came.

    My pussy convulsed about my daughter’s fingers. My futa-cock fired jizz into her hungry mouth. I didn’t last long, so excited that we won, that I hadn’t been defeated by that Arab futa. I shuddered, my toes curling as my incestuous cream pumped down my daughter’s throat.

    Delight buzzed through my mind. My large breasts heaved before me as my daughter kept sucking. She drained my ovaries of one load of spunk, and she was eager for another. She continued pumping her fingers in and out of my pussy as I stared at the fireworks bursting across the TV screen.

    A new year had begun full of new possibilities.

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

    Keily Reddings

    My eyes snapped opened. My sister hugged me in our bed. Just like she had when it hit midnight. I let out a squeal of utter delight as I squirmed against her. Our breasts were pressed tight, and our futa-dicks throbbed together, which felt so…

    Wait…

    My futa-dick?

    I had a futa-dick! It was night, and I had a girl-cock.

    “Deidre!” I gasped, my hips humping my shaft against hers. “We’re both futanari!”

    “I know!” my sister said, a huge smile bursting across her lips. “Ooh, and you’re just throbbing so hard, aren’t you?”

    I nodded my head. “This is the awesomest thing in the world.”

    The door opened. Our naked mother appeared. “Well, I see you two didn’t have anything to worry about after all.”

    “What? We were gone for hours and hours,” I said. “And we had so much sex. We fucked Officer Cindy and beat her, and I had so much fun with Becca Brittany. She fucked my pussy, Mom! The Becca Brittany. And I sucked her cock and drank her cum and look!” I bounced up from my older sister and grabbed my futa-dick. “Look at this! I have a cock at night now, too!”

    Mom’s eyes bulged. Her brown hair swept about her shoulder as she shuddered in delight. Then she stumbled to the bed in a trance, her large tits jiggling before me. I grinned at her as she straddled me, rubbing the very pussy that birthed me onto my futa-dick.

    Her cunt engulfed the tip, swallowing it in incestuous heaven.

    I groaned as she took my girl-cock to the hilt. I buried my face into her round breasts, squeezing them, as her pregnant snatch bottomed out on my dick. I shuddered. My sister and I had bred our mother. She had twins growing inside of her.

    “Mom, we’re going to have so much fun now,” giggled Deidre as she moved on the bed. “And there’s something that Keily has always wanted to do.”

    “Yes!” I moaned as I felt my sister’s girl-dick nudging at the entrance to Mom’s pussy.

    “No way,” Mom gasped, her snatch clenching down on my dick.

    “Both your daughters want to be in you again,” purred Deidre as she pressed forward. “At the same time.”

    I felt her girl-cock slid into Mom’s pussy. Our sexy mother shuddered as Deidre probed deeper and deeper. My older sister’s futa-cock slid along mine. I whimpered into Mom’s breasts as she trembled atop me, her cunt growing tighter and tighter.

    Until Deidre’s cock was in as deep as mine, our crowns throbbing together.

    Mom squeezed down on them. She let out a whimpering moan of pure lust. Then her hips moved. She worked her incestuous cunt up and down our dicks, stirring that pregnant snatch around on our shafts.

    “My baby girls are both in me!” she whimpered, her tits jiggling around my face. “Oh, yes, this is amazing!”

    “It is,” Deidre moaned and then began fucking our mom.

    As Mom’s pussy worked up and down on our dicks, Deidre plunged her futa-cock over and over into the hot depths. Her shaft slid past mine, our tips brushing every time she buried into Mom’s snatch. I shuddered, the two different, but amazing, frictions caressed me. My body drank in the dual delights as I sucked and kissed her bountiful tits.

    Mom fucked us hard and fast as the pleasure built and built in my pussy. It was so amazing to share Mom’s cunt with my sister. Somehow, we did it. Our love had done something right when we both came in each other’s mouth. As our cum exploded out of us, we bridged the gap between Summer and Winter.

    And now I had a futa-dick at night!

    “Oh, yes, both my daughters are in me,” moaned Mom. “This is so amazing. I love you both.”

    “We love you, Mom!” Deidre moaned.

    “Yes,” I whimpered, my eyes rolling back into my head. “This is incredible. I’m going to… To explode.”

    “I know!” Mom groaned then slammed down our dicks.

    Her pussy grew even hotter, even tighter, as she came. Her juices flooded out of her snatch as her flesh convulsed on our dicks. That sucking delight surged down my dick to my pussy. I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut, and erupted.

    My futa-cum burst out of my dick. It pumped into Mom’s snatch. My girl-cock throbbed against my sister’s shaft. The pleasure surged through my mind. Such incestuous ecstasy filled my mind. I reveled with my older sister and mother, sharing my seed.

    “Mom!” Deidre moaned. Then her cum joined mine, spurting into our mother’s depths. It swirled around inside of her and our dicks stretching out our cunts.

    “Yes!” Mom whimpered, squeezing me tighter into her breasts. “Both my wonderful daughters!”

    I shuddered in delight. Deidre did it. She saved us both. She was so awesome. I loved her so much.

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    Mrs. Fatima Samara

    I shuddered as I came on my daughters’ faces. All four of them knelt on the floor before me, pressed cheek to cheek with the twins, Basima and Naila, at the center. I trembled in the embrace of my sister, her pregnant belly rubbing on my lower back. I groaned, painting ropy lines of spunk on their eager faces. I drenched Sa’dia forehead and splattered a large load on Ayesha’s lush lips.

    “There you go, girls,” I panted as the last spurt of cum fired from my dick. “Enjoy your day at college.”

    “Yes, Mother,” the four pregnant girls said.

    They were six months pregnant now and showing it. They all managed to stand with youthful grace despite their swollen bellies. Their breasts jiggled in their skimpy clothing, My cum ran down their dusky features as they all darted for the door to catch the city bus to their college. It was late May, the sun already up for an hour as they stepped outside.

    “I hope we can beat Washington College today,” Ayesha said.

    “Not with the futa-cheerleader out on the field,” Sa’dia said. “But at least it’s hot to watch.”

    “I’m going to eat your pussy so hard during the game,” Basima exclaimed before the front door shut leaving me alone with my sister.

    She grasped my futa-dick, idly stroking it as I savored her pregnant form against mine. It was so wonderful being free of Tarik, our ex-husband. Our house was full of such love, and having my futa-cock permanently gave so many opportunities to love each other.

    But soon the house would be filled with my newest daughters. Then I could breed my harem all over again.

    “We need to get you to work,” Samara sighed. “You have that important meeting.”

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    Ms. Ji-Woo Kim

    “I think we are ready to launch the new product,” I said, staring at my naked employees sitting around the board room table. I stood at the head, my futa-dick throbbing before me. We had gone back to normal 9 to 5 since I had my dick full time now. We didn’t need to start at sunrise to sunset to maximize the time when I had my girl-cock. “You’ve worked hard the last five months on this product. It’s going to take Mizzytique to the next level. You all should be proud of yourselves.”
    They all grinned at me, staring at my futa-dick with such hunger in their eyes. Their incentive to put their all into making my business a success. They wanted my girl-cock plundering their delights, fucking them so hard. They craved it.

    I loved being the futa-boss. “I supposed we’ll start with Brittney. You did a great job getting his product prerecorded by a record number of stores.”

    “Thanks,” she said, standing up, her breasts quivering.

    “Bend that rump over,” I said with a naughty smile. “I’m feeling like tasting that fine ass.”

    She giggled and did.

    “And I think Florina has earned going next,” my newest employee, Mrs. Fatima, said. The Arab MILF grinned at the Hispanic woman while stroking her dusky futa-cock. Winter and Summer futas could have so much fun now. I wasn’t mad at all that she escaped me when we met during the contest in Faerie months ago.

    With her, I could have even more employees. My Vice President of Futa-Rewards would let me grow my business even larger, the pair of us able to satisfy so many women. I grinned at her, loving the way her big, dusky breasts swayed, as together we thrust our cocks into our sluts.

    I groaned at the feel of Brittney’s tight bowels engulfing my dick.

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    Dr. Rita Jones

    I enjoyed working days. It was so wonderful to see the sun, to feel it on my naked breasts as I strode into St. Claire Hospital, my futa-dick throbbing in my hand. It was warm enough today I didn’t need to wear any clothes. Everyone here knew who I was and what I could do.

    Patients streamed from around the world to be healed by me. The men took the elixir, while the women I tried to serve personally. My two girlfriends walked naked at my side, Carly’s body pale and fair, her blonde hair sweeping about her shoulders while Pita had golden-brown skin and a curvy ass.

    “Going to be a good day,” Pita said. In addition to being my girlfriend, she was also my nurse.

    “So many women you’ll save,” Carly said, hooking her arm in my mine. My blonde girlfriend had once been a woman in need of saving, the first I ever healed. My sleeping beauty.

    It was such a rewarding life using my futa-cum to heal. It was miraculous. And every time I came, I fed the futa-fairies that sexual energy they craved so badly. Thanks to those two sisters, none of us lost our cocks. We each got to enjoy our wish in our own naughty ways.

    I reached the ward where my patients gathered. I threw it open, a bevy of naked women awaited, some sickly, some sporting bandages, but all eager to be healed. To be showered in my futa-cum. And I had so much to give them.

    My girlfriends grabbed my futa-dick, stroking up and down it while they both sucked on my nipples. My pussy clenched, pleasure surging through my body. I let out a whimpering moan as the women crowded around me, kneeling, their faces so eager for the cum to erupt out of me and rain across them.

    I loved being a futa-doctor.

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    Officer Cindy Matheson

    “I’m going to fuck your ass so hard during the game,” I texted to my girlfriend as I sat parked on the shoulder of the I-5 near the military base. “You’re going to scream your pretty head off.”

    “Promises,” Marcie texted back a moment later. “Mmm, you’re going to make me cum so hard in pretty Keily’s mouth.”

    I grinned, picturing that pregnant, auburn-haired girl sucking on my girlfriend’s futa-dick. I squirmed in my seat, the traffic streaming down the freeway past me. My radar gun beeped each time, the speeds all around 60 MPH.

    “Give her a big load of jizz from me,” I sent, my pussy growing juicier and juicier, my futa-dick throbbing. I sat naked in my patrol car. I didn’t bother with my uniform on this warm May day. I only wore my gun belt. “Just pump it down her throat.” She and her sister Deidre earned the right to enjoy our bodies whenever they wanted for what they did.

    Those two minxes may have beaten me, but they also ensured that every futa kept her cock. I thought Deidre was trying to trick me when we fought. But she was on the up-and-up after all. I just was so driven to win I refused to listen her. I hated to lose.

    But losing had set me free.

    I loved having a cock at night, too. There were some hotties speeding after sunset, girls heading to parties or clubs, that needed to be punished for there wicked behavior.

    “I will,” Marcie groaned.

    My radar gun beeped loudly. 97 MPH flashed in red letters. Thirty-seven over the speed limit.

    I grinned at the silvery car zooming down the freeway. I tossed my phone onto the passenger seat, hit my lights and sirens, and gave chase. My futa-dick throbbed in anticipation as my patrol car’s engine growled with the hunt.

    I had a naughty speeder to catch and punish.

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    Ms. Marcie Baumgarten
    “And what was Shakespeare trying to say with Hamlet’s to be or not to be line?” I asked my class, the boys were in the back almost paying attention while I had the rapt attention of the naked freshmen in the front row.

    My clit-dick throbbed in my daughter’s mouth. It was her turn to get cum. Keily sat back at her desk now, the futa sitting happily, my girl-spunk leaking from the corners of her mouth. She looked so sexy with that round belly of hers. She was showing far more than my daughter or my girlfriend’s daughter, Amber.

    She sat beside Keily, bred by Cindy just like I’d bred my daughter, Belinda. They weren’t the only pregnant girls in the class. Yunjin, Ms. Kim’s daughter, also sported a baby bump. The Korean girl had a naughty smile on her face as she watched Belinda bob her mouth up and down my dick.

    “Yes, Yunjin?” I asked, pleasure surging through me. I loved teaching while having a schoolgirl suck on my futa-dick.

    “I think Shakespeare was trying to show us how fear is what makes men cautious. That the more you’re aware and able to understand the consequences of your actions, the harder it is to make decisions that involve such risk. It’s why the older people get, the less likely they are to do dumb things. Hamlet is maturing since he’s able to recognize the consequences of his actions.”

    “Nicely said,” I said, my pussy clenching, Belinda sucking so hard. “Mmm, yes it is and… Belinda!”

    My futa-cock erupted. The girls all groaned, licking their lips in envy as my daughter gulped down my creamy spunk. Pleasure surged through me. Such a dizzy delight that had me rising on my toes, my big breasts bouncing before me.

    I loved being a futa-teacher.

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    Kimberly “Kimmie” Miller

    The crowd roared as I did my high kick, flashing my pussy and futa-cock at them. It was still daylight out, and I loved that I could cheer with the sun shining. That I could savor my exhibitionist fun no matter when the game was held. My youthful titties bounced along with the others on my team.

    “And Kimmie is getting the crowd pumped as the third inning starts,” the announcer said in that pumped voice he always used when talking about my antics. “What naughty acts will Kimmy perform tonight? Will she fuck her little sister? Or will she pull another lucky girl out of the stands and take her hard?”

    The crowd just roared louder. Half-naked girls pressed at the front, flashing their tits at me. I spotted Ms. Marcie and Officer Cindy in the crowd, each fucking a tight, young cunt, giving their partner the treat of a futa-cock reaming their depths.

    I shuddered, spinning around and shaking my rump at the audience, my short, pleated skirt swaying about my butt, my futa-cock slapping into my inner thighs as I wiggled back and forth. My sister bent over before me, shaking that yummy rear at me. My futa-dick throbbed.

    “It looks like Kimmie’s going for her little sister’s asshole!” the announcer boomed somehow knowing my actions before I even made them. Well, it was the magic of my wish. “Jamie is going to get sodomized hard by her older sister.”

    “Yes!” Jamie squealed as I leaped on her.

    “And meanwhile, bases are loaded once again. The Washington Jaguars are pumped up by Kimmie and her fellow Pussycats. The poor Franklin Pierce Falcons look to have another scoreless game. But I don’t think the players care. They’re too busy watching our cheerleaders. Yes, you can see them in the dugout tensing and—

    “Kimmie has penetrated her little sister’s rectum! She’s buggering Jamie hard. Look at her tits bounce. The Falcons are loving it. They’re not paying attention at all to our Jaguars stealing around the diamond.”

    I grinned, enjoying my little sister’s asshole, fucking her for the entire world to see. I loved being a futa-cheerleader.

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    Cassandra “Cassie” Riley

    “You are so sexy at five months pregnant,” my MILF lover purred. Alessa poured the coconut oil across my swollen belly. Then her gentle hands rubbed it into me.

    “Thanks, I need this,” I moaned, my futa-dick so hard. “That game was hot. Did you see how hard Kimmie was buggering her little sister?”

    “I bet you wish you could be out there enjoying her sloppy seconds,” Alessa said, her hands working.

    “If only I wasn’t so pregnant,” I said and smiled at my older lover. She was such a beautiful goddess with blonde hair and blue eyes.

    I shuddered as my daughter shifted inside me, loving giving the massage as much as I savored receiving it. Her hands moved over my swollen belly, making me shudder. I hadn’t expected to become pregnant. I was fairly certain that Mrs. Fatima had knocked me up when we made love in Faerie, but it could have been another futa. But Mrs. Fatima just had a thing for breeding barely legal girls, like all four of her daughters. Leanan Sidhe’s magic probably ensures her dick bred anyone.

    I mean, I was on the pill when she fucked me.

    I shuddered when my MILF lover reached my girl-cock. She stroked it hard with her oily hand, her blue eyes twinkling at me. I squirmed, my pussy clenched in utter delight. My wish made our love possible, too. She’d been unhappy in her marriage.

    “You’re happy, right?” I asked.

    “Of course I am,” Alessa said with a motherly smile. “Mmm, even if you’re pregnant with another futa’s daughter.”

    “I’m not worried about that,” I said. I bit my lip. “You know I made a wish, right? To get you to love me.”

    Her hand paused. “And did you think all those times I was prancing around my in my bikini before you and my daughter I didn’t notice the way you looked at me? That I didn’t enjoy you drooling over me?”

    I frowned. “What are you saying?”

    “That… That I already had a bit of a crush on you.” She smiled at me and started stroking my cock again. “That I was thinking about doing things with you. If I wasn’t married, it might have happened before you gained this dick… But I was scared to say anything, to act. SO I’m glad you became a futa. It gave us both the courage to take that step.”

    I beamed at her. “It did, didn’t it?”

    “And I’m not sad one bit,” she continued. “I love you, Cassie.”

    I took a deep breath. “Then will you marry me?”

    “Yes!”

    Before Alyssa could kiss me, her daughter Lana (who was also my best friend) burst into the room. She let out a squealing moan and threw herself onto the bed with us. Her blonde hair flew about her face as she hugged her mother and me.

    “This is so awesome!” Lana said, her voice bursting with joy. “You’ll be my mommy, Cassie. Which means when we have sex, it’ll be incest!”

    “Such a dirty girl I raised,” Alessa said.

    Lana beamed at us both. “Now let’s celebrate. You have got to fuck Mom, Cassie. Then I can lick her clean while you fuck me.”

    “Then I get to lick you clean?” Alessa asked, arching an eyebrow at her daughter.

    My clit-dick throbbed. It was so hot sharing Lana with my fiancee. I loved be a futa!

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    Deidre Reddings

    I sucked my sister’s cock hard while she moaned around my girl-dick. We lay on our sides, the most comfortable position to have sex now that we were nine months pregnant. Summer vacation was almost over and we’d be giving birth soon just in time for classes to start out. I’d be a senior.

    My breasts pressed into Keily’s round stomach. Her tits, swelled larger by her pregnancy, rubbed into my baby bump. We both moaned, squirming on the beds as we nursed on the tips of each other’s clit-dick.

    We couldn’t bob our heads. If our dicks weren’t so long, we couldn’t even sixty-nine because of our bellies.

    But they were. So we loved each other with our mouths.

    I savored every day since our victory. They were all so precious, made possible by our incestuous love. I was so happy that Leanan Sidhe sent me that letter over a year ago. That she made this all possible. My life was such a wondrous dream.

    “You two are so beautiful,” Mom said as she watched us. I could just see her cradling her swollen belly, too. Like us, she was ready to give birth to her twin daughters.

    I shuddered, loving her eyes watching. My mouth sucked harder on Keily’s dick. She whimpered about mine, her tongue dancing around the crown. My pussy drank in the sensations, growing wetter and wetter. My orgasm built and built in me.

    The bed creaked.

    Then we be squealed in delight. Hot cum fired from our futa-cocks. Keily’s spunk spilled into my mouth, that wonderful, creamy delight. I shuddered, gulping it down while I filled her mouth to the brim with my spunk.

    She swallowed down every wondrous drop. It poured down her throat as I gulped down hers. My orgasm washed naughty pleasure through my body. I squirmed and groaned as it burned through me. Stars danced before my eyes.

    “You’re both so beautiful,” Mom groaned.

    I shuddered, my pussy spasming so hard. The pleasure surged through me and…

    My lips popped off my sister’s cock as a powerful contraction rippled across my belly. “Oh, no.”

    “What?” Keily asked, my cum dripping down her chin. “What’s wrong?”

    “I think…” My eyes widened. “I think I’m going in to labor.”

    “It can be brought on by orgasms,” Mom said.

    “I’m going to be a mommy!” Keily squealed, sitting up, her pregnant belly swaying before her. “Yes!”

    “Uh-huh,” I said, my heart beating with excitement. Our daughter was ready to be born.

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    Leanan Sidhe

    My wings fluttered as I stared into the Reflectory’s pool, watching the happy family as they cradled their futa-daughters. Over the last two days, Keily, Deidre, and their mother had given birth. They were all in the same hospital room, holding their infants.

    Each one a little miracle made possible by Bean Sidhe’s naughty magic.

    “They’re beautiful,” my futa-lover said as she nuzzled against me from behind. The surface of the Reflectory frosted over for a moment before the ice melted back into the image. “Just look at what they created. Mortals are so amazing.”

    I nodded my head. Unlike us fey, they weren’t born out of energies but made life by combining their seed and eggs. If Bean Sidhe and I hadn’t made our pacts with Deidre and Keily, then those four infants couldn’t exist. They were something impossible to exist in nature, born from women impregnated by other women.

    Keily held April in her arms while Deidre had Fiona, kissing her cute head. Their mother held her two daughters, fraternal twins, half-sisters each with a different futa-mother. Little Karen gurgled while Danielle slept.

    And they weren’t the only impossible children created by our fairy magic. Mrs. Fatima’s entire harem had given birth last week. Five more futa-daughters born into the world, each one as cute as the lusty Arab MILF.

    And she was eager to breed her women all over again.

    “Well, Summer Slut, we did great work,” Bean Sidhe said as she hugged me from behind, her futa-cock pressing on my ass. Once, calling me “Summer Slut” would have angered me, but now I cherished the words. Her love for me had transformed them into something utterly endearing.

    “Why I have found the perfect candidates to be our patrons,” I said, wiggling my hips. “It’s been fun playing in Parkland, but I found this quaint town that could use our touch.”

    “You are talking less and less formal every day,” Bean Sidhe said. I heard the grin in her voice. “Soon you’ll be swearing and sounding positively modern.”

    “You’re a bad influence,” I said, my words growing throaty as her futa-dick pressed on my asshole. “You’ve corrupted me with your vulgar speech and licentious behavior.”

    “Not wholly if you are using licentious.” She thrust her futa-cock into my bowels. My own girl-dick throbbed in delight. “Now show me this new place for us to have fun.”

    I grinned, waved my hand as she thrust her futa-cock so hard into me. Love had forever changed how Faerie worked. Now I just wanted to spread it. To let more women experience the joys of being futanari and find such passion with others.

    And I would do it with the Esquire of Winter at my side. Or, well, in my asshole.

    “Thank you Deidre and Keily for the purity of your love,” I moaned as Bean Sidhe fucked my bowels hard. “I hope you are forever happy together, raising your daughters, and loving each other!”

    The END of The Futa-Fairies


  • A Night with Lizzie’s Barbies_(0)

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    Ever since seeing The Indian in the Cupboard, I always wonder what it would be like fucking a Barbie doll,

    The weirdest thing happened tonight.

    I am a 20 year old, tall and between lean and muscular. I have a daughter. I got my girlfriend pregnant back in high school and my daughter was born when I was 17 and my girlfriend was 16. We broke up after the pregnancy. She wanted an abortion and I wanted the baby, so I got my way. She is 3 years old and she loves her Barbie dolls.

    When we were out one day we went shopping around some garage sales, so one street we went down was in the bayou and in the middle of nowhere. We followed the signs and we found this ran down house hut right on the water. So we got out of the truck and my daughter yelled out, “They have Barbie!!” Then there was this older black woman with long dreaded hair ran up to me with four boxes of dolls trying to force them onto us asking for .50 cents a box. They looked a little odd and had weird feeling about them and my daughter said, “Ok,” and with the some of the money gave her, gave the woman $4, my daughter is very smart.

    When we got home, Lizzie went right to her bedroom up the stairs and I had to carry boxes of dolls up the stairs. As I was walking to room from kitchen to her room up the stairs, I noticed few of things about the Barbie’s. One, the hair on all of the dolls looked silky and real and instead of shiny kind of coarse hair. Second, there was amazing amount of detail in the makeup design. And third, saw bits of a mound in breast area were the nipple would be. I set the box down on the stairway and just took a peek and there was an amazing amount of detail with the pussy and tits and the plastic even felt little like skin. I thought I wouldn’t mind, if anything I need to teacher her about the female body I would with the dolls. When I got up to her room, I saw her already getting the doll house that I built for her 3rd birthday.

    ***

    Later that night, I woke abnormally horny and I haven’t felt this way for a long time. I tried going back to sleep, but I couldn’t. I looked at the clock and it was 10:30 and I thought you know what I will grab one of the new dolls. So, when I was going through the dolls and I noticed on with good size mounds not like the normal small perky Barbie tits. She was a blonde with down to her back and wavy. She was gorgeous I grabbed her and to it to my room and undressed her I noticed if this Barbie was at human scale she would probably have a natural 36H breast size. Unsheathed my throbbing warm 7 inch thick cock and started to rub on the doll where the boobs and the pussy are. I turned on a porn video that I had and opened up a Playboy. Since the doll didn’t feel like plastic and more like skin it I felt cum shoot right out me within seconds and I kept shooting cum. It was the most cum I released ever. I saw the doll covered in cum and I just I needed wash it before giving it to Lizzie, so I set the doll on my nightstand and laid back and fell asleep.

    ***

    At midnight, a very humid and warm breeze comes through my opened window and there was rattling throughout my room and the house. Then, there was this bright bluish light radiating out of the doll. Starting out of her eyes, then out of her mouth that shot open and every other hole her body. Her body spasm as if she was alive. Then the doll was set back down on the nightstand. Doll looked like a real person except for her being so small.

    I woke, I felt stroking at my rock hard cock and I felt like I already had some pre-cum oozing down my cock. I looked at what was stroking my cock and it was the Barbie and that sent me over the edge and I cummed all over her. I just felt this urge to just force my half-staffed dick right into her mouth. I knew the doll had a small mouth, but I did anyway and forced all the way to the back of her throat. I hear a muffled moan and gag as I did this. She started bobbing up and down, like she knew what she was doing. Then I felt to small arms messaging balls and it felt amazing then it sent me to the edge and I then I cummed again. I looked down and few more Barbie’s standing at my feet. I took the Barbie that I took from Lizzie’s room earlier and started playing with her cunt.

    Started with her clitoris and then her inner thighs and moving right into the pussy. Her pussy was extremly tight then I felt her hymen was still intact. So, went in and out without popping her cherry, just yet. Then as she was standing, she started sway back and forth and then moving her upper body back and forth. Her limbs started to spasm, and then there was this thrust forward of pelvis and this great arch in her back and a scream. There was this great warm love juice flowing down my finger.

    As I was doing this the Barbie at my feet started rubbing against my feet and started humping and grinding my feet. She was like a horny animal that can’t control her actions. As I was sliding my finger in and out of the doll’s pussy, I took my other hand started jerking off to my sight. Then I took my finger and have her lick her juice off my finger. As sucked my finger cum straight up in the air. The doll just fell to her knees and fell flat on her stomach in exhaustion. The doll that was stroking balls walked to girl that was humping feet started making out. The mouths were meeting as parted lips their tongues and saliva was going in circles of each tongue.

    This turning out to be an awesome night.


  • Wonderous Age of Woman-part 4

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    Posting over a story of mine from a site called Undertow, I am hoping there are fans of reverse ryona here, that would like to see more of this. It has death, gore and sexual gratification resulting from it, so be warned. Feel free to review, or contact me if you’re interested in roleplaying that could be transformed into new stories.

    This chapter contains toilet play and watersports, as well as significant gore. At one point, there is a temporary transformation into a shemale.

    Wonder Woman had killed many men, and sent a lucky female into unconsciousness following passionate lesbian sex, all during a mission to defeat terrorists occupying a large research complex. Due to certain events, her moral compass had altered direction, and now, the Themysciran princess stood in a room with one male hostage she saved from the terrorists, ready to kill him, just like she offed his colleague.

    He had come, turned on way past the point of self-control by the incredible lesbian sex between this fierce warrior and his co-worker. During those moments, Diana ignored him, but now, she looked at his unusual brown haircut, and the dark spot in the front of his gray trousers.

    “Get ready to die!”, shouted Wonder Woman, and as the scientist gulped, she ran towards him with blistering speed, launching a left thrust kick which caused the hapless male to double over, setting up a brutal backbreaker.

    She grabbed her newest victim by his balls, while also gripping the back of his neck. The male whined from the painful squeeze on her testicles, but his cries would be much louder once she lifted him up above her head, and slammed his back across her left knee.

    The hard crunch made the Amazon orgasm instantly, smiling as the scientist’s legs flopped, while he pissed himself, crying and screaming as he could no longer feel his legs.

    Quickly removing her left hand from the back of his neck, she used it to pull the crippled man’s head up into her ample chest, trapping him within this erotic prison.

    The broken scientist twitched and squirmed, but soon, he began to lick and suck on his tormentor’s breasts, making her smirk, and then moan lightly. Realizing he was again getting hard, she swiftly punched him in the groin, enjoying his wailing and forcing him to suck harder on her nipples, while her breasts slowly smothered him.

    “Make me cum, dickhead… Worship a true Goddess on Earth, and die in her bosom…

    These words shattered any resistance to death in the male, as he closed his eyes, using any remaining energy he had to suckle on the nipples of this warrior woman, which were as hard as rock, by now.

    Seeing the male’s arms slump down, while his moans slowed down over time, drew a lewd groan from Wonder Woman, as her pussy dripped from the pleasurable feeling of taking yet another male life, while her hand kept a rigid hold on his head, ensuring he had no air.

    His final act was a ghastly twitch of the arms, and upon realizing he was dead, the Amazon shuddered, orgasming hard, as she bent her head while holding up her right breast to suck herself, moaning in bliss. She enjoyed herself for quite some time before deciding to move on and track down the remaining terrorists.

    Using her superhuman senses, she leant on walls of each room to scan for voices which could belong to terrorists. Most rooms seemed empty, but one was quite loud. She could identify three male voices. The leader was among them. They were discussing what to do, having obtained certain crystals, which Wonder Woman suspected were meant to be used in very powerful lasers, since she saw schematics corresponding to this sort of technology in one of the rooms. There was a fourth one, and apparently, he had just headed to “deal with hostages”!

    Diana Prince could have simply let them die, but she didn’t want to see women die, if there were any among hostages. Thus, she headed quickly to try and look for captives. Muffled moans were coming from that room, and the naked Wonder Woman simply kicked down the door, confident she could handle one man.

    She was too late for one younger male, who was immobile, slumped back with a bullet hole in his forehead. The middle-aged, gruff terrorist was about to shoot an Asian woman next, but the appearance of a naked woman stunned him, enabling her to kick him in the groin with her boot, causing an immediate yowl and collapse of her foe.

    A secretary of East Asian ethnicity, a badly beaten janitor, and what looked like the president of the research company were alive, shocked at the appearance of a naked female combatant, but at least somewhat relieved.

    However, the cries of the ballbusted goon made the Amazon change her plans. The sound of a door unlocking told her the three remaining criminals were coming out, trying to escape through the hallway.

    Quickly grabbing hold of an overhead projector device in what seemed to be a small classroom, the Themysciran wrapped her legs around the neck of the incapacitated enemy, easily ignoring his hands trying to pry her legs open.

    Moaning, she twisted twice, relishing the trembling and pained noises of her victim, as she even got his tongue to flop out and lick at her clit inadvertently, eliciting a loud gasp of ecstasy, before the final twist finished the terrorist off.

    “I will return.”, she briefly said to the astounded hostages, before sprinting out to catch the final group of enemies.

    They spotted her, and opened fire from across the hallway, but she managed to block the bullets by crossing her forearms, letting her bracelets deflect the projectiles. This caused panic in the three men who had slowed down their movement in order to be able to shoot at the threatening woman.

    It didn’t help them at all, and only made it easier for her to reach them. Running at them, she leapt in the air, launching both legs in a spread double kick to knock down two terrorists, while her right fist floored the middle man- the leader of the group. Several pained groans later, she laid on top all three men, ready to kill them.

    She stood up, only to sit on the back of the leftmost terrorist, hooking his legs underneath her armpits, as she instantly pulled back, completing the Boston crab, instantly rewarded by the drawn-out sound of vertebrae fracturing one after another, followed by cries of the paralyzed male.

    Releasing his floppy legs, she grabbed the one on the right, dragging him over, before standing up, spreading her legs a bit, and placing the goon on her shoulders, facing up.

    The torture rack backbreaker is a hold meant to cause agony for the victim, and Wonder Woman was doing that well, slowly twisting the unfortunate male into a reverse U shape several times, making sure to cause simpler fractures before going for the ultimate stretch to make his whole spine crunch.

    His screams and cries made her smile and lick her lips, but orgasm would come with the final stretch across her back. Her muscles tensed, from head to pussy to toe, and she pulled.

    Her orgasm started the instant she heard those loud crunches, and felt her victim twitch and flop, as he screamed, before seemingly fainting. A river of cum flowed down her legs, as she enjoyed all those sounds of destroyed anatomy. Bloodlust had taken over, literally. The way she wanted to end both crippled men was sickening.

    First, she placed the head of the Boston crab victim between her thighs, crossing her legs around him. Next, she pressed the more recent victim’s head against her breasts, crossing her hands behind his skull to trap it in a vice.

    And then, she began grunting, getting impossibly wet from the squirming motions of the men, who realized she was crushing them. This aroused her, but also, the impending explosion of her lethal power. Her body grew more and more rigid, as she felt her strength focus on the trapped skulls.

    It was one slight crack on the lower victim which set her cry off.

    ” Hera, give me strength! To break men!!”

    Soon, wet crunches and squishing sounds came. Walls became painted with gore, as Wonder Woman became drunk on orgasmic power, convulsing from her latest orgasm. The hostages hard heard all the crunching, screaming and crushing noise, and they were stunned that a woman could be so strong and so cruel. She still had the leader to kill, and in her current state, she had a truly twisted idea.

    The princess of Themyscira laid on her belly, and positioned the leader’s head to face her ass, and trapped him a reverse headscissors, just as he was regaining consciousness from that flying fist.

    His arms slowly grabbed onto her toned thighs, trying in vain to break the hold. Being trapped in this deadly hold was far from the most humiliating thing awaiting the leader of the terrorists, however.

    Her squeeze had the effect of him opening his mouth wide, in a desperate attempt to get more air into his lungs, but in doing so, he would become Wonder Woman’s toilet. He realized this when her puckered hole opened, while her right hand pushed his open mouth to fuse with said hole, easily overcoming his panicked resistance. He had to let the fit woman’s turds enter his mouth, while resistance was punished by increasing pressure on his neck and skull, leading to crushing pain that paralyzed by itself.

    Wonder Woman’ moans were obscene and loud, showing sadistic enjoyment in her mistreatment of her final enemy. As she shat in his mouth, her fingers pinched her clit, enhancing her pleasure even further than a thrashing male touching her asshole with his facial features did.

    “Lick me…clean me with your tongue, tough guy…”, she said in a mocking tone, shaking her ass to motivate him into obeying the order, with a clear threat of a neck snap implied.

    His hesitance frustrated the dark-haired woman, meaning she needed to act on the threat, at least partially. A quick twist to the left made the leading bad guy groan in pain, as he found his limbs tingling and become hard to move. The realization of how close he was to death broke him in, and soon, his tongue darted into the asshole of the sexy Amazon, giving her the experience of a sentient toilet paper that felt great in and on her asshole.

    Wonder Woman moaned incessantly, working herself up to yet another deadly orgasm, ready to crush the terrorist leader’s skull.

    As pressure increased on his skull, he groaned and croaked, his movements more and more sporadic, while the hostages in the other room could hear the ecstatic moans of the naked woman. One particularly loud cry was the consequence of the victim’s tongue slipping out and accidentally licking Diana’s clit. This set off the Amazon’s crushing orgasm.

    Her thighs weren’t applying pressure gradually, anymore. The full force of her squeeze came like a tidal wave, causing successive cracks in the criminal leader’s skull. He twitched chaotically, until Wonder Woman, orgasming hard from the devastation she had caused, pressed one final time, making his whole head explode, culminating in a squirting orgasm that was as beautiful as the mess of gore on her legs and the floor was disgusting.

    The three hostages felt hairs on the back of their necks stand up, as even just the audio of that massacre was scary. They feared she might even do something to them.

    However, Diana wanted to clean herself, because she planned something with the female hostage, and she knew a gory mess wasn’t appealing. She had spotted a decontamination room on the floor, and took a shower there, removing all the filth and blood of the previous kills from her body.

    Afterwards, she finally came to the three hostages, her skin sparkling from water droplets, as both males quickly gained erections, not able to control themselves. She untied the secretary first, and then the two males, removing all of their gags as well.

    “Are you alright?”, she asked the Asian female, genuinely worried about her at least a bit, seeing as she noticed significant rope burn on her hands, which had been tied behind her back.

    “Yes…I’m fine…thank you for rescuing us…” the brunette spoke, although she still looked at the dead coworker with some sorrow evident in her voice tone.

    Wonder Woman noticed this, and spoke rather frankly, trying to make her forget about the male.

    “Women are stronger and give pleasure much more than men care for. I killed all those men in here, and made a blonde scientist orgasm hard. Let me show you the power of a woman…”

    The admission of mass murder made the hostages gasp, but they had suspected already that the beautiful woman might have that in her.

    ” But…you don’t have… “, the Asian female started a reply she didn’t get to finish.

    ” A penis? Watch.”, the Amazon said with determination in her voice, determination to show how wonderous she really was.

    Bones cracked and a soft sound of tissue expansion came, but Diana was in no pain. Her clitoris grew, while her pussy closed up. At the end of the process which left everyone shocked, Wonder Woman was not just equal to biological men, she had a longer and thicker dick than most. It certainly applied to the two males in the room, who were ashamed of not matching up to their savior.

    Blinking, the secretary showed confusion and disbelief at what her eyes were apparently relaying to the brain. Yet, a soft gasp that came afterwards demonstrated she was now…very interested in this shemale…sexually.

    Noticing this, Diana smiled, and began to unbutton the blue blouse of the secretary, something which she finished herself, before moving down to her skirt, then a dark blue bra, and finally, slightly wet panties of matching color.

    During this process, Diana kissed her hotly, both of them giving off soft moans which soon turned raunchy and passionate.

    Once the secretary’s breasts were exposed, Diana quickly brought her mouth to her right nipple, quickly drawing aroused cries from the woman beneath her. By spreading her legs, the secretary showed her readiness to be taken, and the Amazon wasted little time.

    With full confidence in her sexual prowess, Diana thrust inside, advancing into the woman’s love canal, while muffling her moans with her mouth, creating a scene the two males couldn’t help but watch while their hands were quite busy.

    Wonder Woman noticed this, and addressed both men, while groping the left breast of the mortal female, and pointing to her balls with her left-hand fingers.

    “Who wants to worship me, and have his neck snapped by these legs? Don’t even try to run away.”

    ” J-just…don’t make me feel too much pain…please…those screams scared m-me…”, the janitor spoke, as he knelt behind Wonder Woman, starting to lower himself down.

    “See? Men are wimps…and I will show them all the power of women. We don’t need men, not when I can be more manly than them. I will wage war on these show-off cowards.”, Wonder Woman commented while thrusting faster into the Asian female, giving her a loving kiss.

    Finally, she speaks to the male in behind in a partially condescending tone.

    ” Can’t take pain? Very well. When I cum, I will break your neck, and not crush your skull. I give you my word. Start using your tongue and mouth now.”

    The male’s mouth and tongue began to worship the Amazon’s testicles, eliciting soft moans from her, as her crossed legs fixated the male in place, who was soon absorbed in serving this strange woman with magical powers and a silky voice which was irresistible.

    These noises aroused him, the older male, and the secretary, who soon screamed in orgasmic bliss, soaking Wonder Woman’s dick and balls, which caused the male slave to suck on them harder. The company president in his 50-s seemed to be clutching his heart a bit.

    The secretary’s orgasm was rewarded by another kiss, as Diana felt herself getting closer, thrusting faster and deeper into the secretary. At one point, she broke it, only to yell triumphantly:

    “By the power of Hera, I give and take life!! Ahhhh!”

    The janitor tasked with assisting Wonder Woman in achieving ejaculation, moans as he feels her balls pulsate and twitch. The pleasured cries of her and the secretary cause him to ejaculate as well, but then a jolt of the Amazon’s thighs fractures his neck, causing him to twitch, while his tongue hung out, before a twist to the right killed him off.

    The secretary moaned at the kill, kissing her superhuman lover, as the latter began to pull out, wanting to end the president of the research company. The process which made her more manly than men now began going in reverse, and soon, the final male was looking at a wet pussy.

    ” If I die…what becomes of the science?”, he asks, looking quite somber and distraught, as he seemed to consider going out into the hallway.

    ” The females left alive will continue it, but not for the sake of weapon-making. No more wars of men. We will break you all, and achieve permanent peace. Go out, try escaping, and look what is left of the terrorists. Your heart will not be able to handle it.”

    Diana’s reply leaves the older male with a blank facial expression, as he actually goes out, realizing this beautiful woman wasn’t chasing him. However, what she said quickly becomes true, as the bad heart of the research company head suffers from the stress caused by seeing all the blood, bones and gore in the hallway, as well as the implications of it. This female was deadly, and she planned to wage war on all males.

    Staggering back, he groaned heavily. “Please, no… don’t do that to me…my heart is pounding…”

    “Kneel and open your mouth. I will finish you off.”

    The man was dizzy and weak, and it was almost not a willful, conscious movement that brought him in compliance with the Amazon’s order. Meanwhile, she helped the secretary get up, and walked over to the man, squatting a bit to place her pussy over his mouth, , before crossing her legs around his neck.

    With a moan into the Asian woman’s mouth following a kiss, the Princess began pissing into the male’s throat, the secretary enjoying the show, even as the male wheezed in pain caused by his struggling heart. Realizing the secretary enjoyed watching what she was doing to men, Diana began grinding her pussy into his lapping tongue, lightly stretching his neck out.

    ” Suck my breasts, and watch me climax on his face.”, she said, and the secretary quickly got down to wrap her mouth around the dark-haired superheroine’s mouth. Within seconds, Diana of Themyscira screamed in bliss, potently lactating in the mouth of the female, while her powerful hips twisted to one side, then sharply to the other.

    CRACK-POP-CRK

    The rhythmic sound of cervical vertebrae shattering made the secretary orgasm again, arching back as her legs convulsed intensely, to which Wonder Woman smiled, pulling her up for a passionate kiss, while her thighs continued to twist the president’s neck even after his death.

    Wonder Woman soon had to leave, but she gained the trust and favor of the female survivors, and this might come in handy for the execution of some of her plans regarding the last war on Earth she was envisioning.

    She knew more allies were needed, though.


  • Sex Slaves/Pets: Rules, Regulations, And A Couple Short Stories

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    True(: All of it. And I’m always looking for a new pet…

    ~MUST BE VERY SUBMISSIVE. By that I mean a slave must do exactly as they’re told. They are not in charge, they are owned and should act as such.
    ~MUST HAVE CAMERAPHONE. The purpose of a slave is for them to pleasure their master/mistress. They are to take pictures when&where-ever they are told to, of whatever they are told to.
    ~MUST ADDRESS THEIR OWNER CORRECTLY. As a female owner, I am to be called Miss, Mistress, Ma’am, Madam, or even Master. MUST BE CREATIVE! This one can be debateable. I prefer a creative slave, so I can say “I want 10 creative pictures” and they will comply. I only do that request occasionally.
    ~MUST BE POLITE. Please, thank you, yes mistress, etc. I will not have a rude pet.
    ~MUST HAVE RELATIVELY GOOD GRAMMAR. I do not like people “who tlk lyke dis, err us3 numb3rz N l3tt3r$ 2 r3epl@c3 $tuff”

    I’ve only had guy slaves, and i’ve had them: cut and burn their dick– tie up their balls separately– take pix of themselves in public bathrooms– take videos of them jacking off– made them buy panties/studded collars to wear in pix/vids– put things in their butt– and more. a slave must set their boundries prior to beginning their slaveship, because once we’ve begun, they aren’t allowed to disobey

    -Age. A pet cannot be under 15 or over 25. I’m not into babies or older men/women.
    -Weight. A pet cannot be overweight. There is no attraction there for me. A pet must be skinny or ‘fit’.
    -Race. I am not racist, but am not sexually attracted to dark-skinned people. I prefer pale males/females.
    -Body Modification. I am alright with breast implants, but not reduction. Tattooes and piercings can make or break your pet potential, depending on where/what they are.
    -Body Hair. It’s not allowed. Body hair disgusts me.
    *Males Only: Cock size is not very important.
    *Females Only: Innocence is sexier than attempting to look sexy.

    I’ve had only a few pets that fit in with all my rules and regulations.

    One, a sweet older guy (I was 15 at the time, but he didn’t know this), broke under the pressure. I don’t what pressure he meant, because he seemed to be following all of the rules, and happily if I might add. He wore panties, bought a dog collar, everything. He always covered his face in pictures, because he was nervous about the photos being leaked on the internet. We ended on a bad note…

    Another pet I had when I was 15 was very cute. He wasn’t into all of the rules, but I let it slide because he was my type in real life, despite being states away. I never showed him what I looked like until near the end, when I decided he had earned it. He ‘fell in love’ with me, and didn’t want to be ‘just a pet’ anymore. He wanted to be with me, forever, and I just couldn’t have it. That ended on a bad not as well.

    One of my very favourite pets is named Tony, and I had him twice. Once when I was 15, then 16. I’m sure I could message him right now, and he’d be willing to play a little bit. He followed all the rules (there was no cutting, burning, or public play though), and was a perfect example of what I always want in a pet. I have pictures of him still, on an old phone and an sd card I’ve misplaced since I was 15. He was very pleasant, polite, and had perfect grammar and punctuation.

    I don’t think I’ve ever had a female pet. I’ve gotten girls who claimed to be willing, but it never worked out. They were either verrrrrry dark, impolite, fake, unintelligent, or something else. I’m still waiting for the perfect female pet, which will probably never happen. Or hey, maybe I’ll go to some erotic club and find a girl willing to be owned and abused, humiliated and used….

    I’ve had an ex-pet drunkenly send me pictures of them with the neck of a bottle shoved up their ass. That was fun. I was on a trip somewhere, can’t quite remember where exactly, and I got a message informing me that an old pet we’ll call ‘Allan’ for confidentiality was drunk. I guess he had forgotten he was no longer my pet. He sent me pictures of beer bottle necks shoved in his ass, and him standing in front of the camera naked with a look of pure inebriation on his face. I still have those, in my email somewhere.

    I’ve also had a pet eat his cum, which isn’t that big of a deal, and drink his own piss. We’ll call him ‘Jay’ for this. Jay was a very…needy pet, who fell in love with me after only a couple days. Anyway, I was just beginning to discover watersports, and wanted to watch him piss on himself. That’s all, I swear. But he was willing to drink it, so I said alright, take lots of pictures. It was gross, but pee is sterile, right? Hahaha, awful… He also used his little sister’s vibrating toothbrush in his ass: BOTH ENDS. That’s a bit much, even for me, but it was so fun. I enjoyed his disgusting shenanigans for a while, but he became much Much MUCH too clingy and in love. You can find his number on one of my stories, with a (717) area code. Little bitch thought he was being smart or something when he did that, during a while of not talking.

    Tony, my cute and favourite pet, did some cute piss play for me once. I absolutely enjoyed it! I had him go out and buy some panties, which he has the body for, and had him model them for me. When I decided on my favourite, I had him stand in the tub (so as not to make a mess) and film himself pissing in the cute pink panties. It was so very delightful! Another time, I had him jacking off in those panties, and told him to cum inside them. I don’t remember what rule he broke, but his punishment was to wear the cum-covered panties to bed. His climax face is very pleasing, much sexier than his ‘only masturbating to please mistress’ face. I’ve watched his face contort in pleasure over and over, bringing myself to orgasm as I watched him defile the new panties, or cum all over his hand…


  • Gone Fishing

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    A humorous lesbian encounter

    Gone Fishing.

    Jacqueline staggered along the lake bank under the weight of her fishing tackle, pausing to wipe a sheen of perspiration from her brow with the back of her hand. It was just half past ten in the morning but, even so early, the June sunlight blazed in a cloudless azure sky, searing the parched Lincolnshire countryside already scorched by the unusual heat wave of the past two weeks. Jacqueline turned to watch Susan, struggling ill-humouredly and muttering unladylike remarks under an even greater burden, some twenty yards behind her. Jacqueline grinned; delighted as always by the sight of her irrepressible and bewitching lover and loving her immensely. Susan wasn’t a girl that did things by half. Her contribution to the day’s efforts consisted of a reclining bed chair, an enormous bag, a gargantuan picnic hamper and, God bless her, a blasted ice box! She might have been intending to camp out on the lakeside for the next fortnight for the lack of any suggestion to the contrary.
    Susan eased the straps of her bags off her shoulder and glared at Jacqueline. “Where the hell are you taking me Jackie?” she demanded to know petulantly. “”How much further do we have to sodding well walk?”
    “Just another couple of hundred yards more sweetheart; past those trees over there.”
    “Bloody hell! Why couldn’t we have found a place near the car?”
    Jacqueline raised an eyebrow. “A little too public for our purposes today don’t you think darling? We’ll be nice and private once we get past those trees.”
    “Christ! If I’d known we were setting off on a major trek like this I’d have hired a pair of fucking Sherpas!”
    “Stop griping! Nobody said you had to bring all that bloody stuff with you!”
    “Hey it could be a special day Jackie. We have to do the thing in style.”
    “It’s only one guy we’re looking for Suzie,” Jacqueline pointed out, “Not the whole frigging fishing club!”
    Susan pulled a face. “This guy better be here after all this. If I find I’ve lugged all this crap half way across Lincolnshire only to find out that the bloody bloke hasn’t even turned up I’m going to stuff one of your fishing poles up your arse!”
    Jacqueline laughed. “He’ll be there. Don’t worry.”
    Susan shouldered her bags once more in determination. “Next time we’ll bring a train of baggage elephants. Go on then! Lead on Memsaab!”
    At least Susan had no complaints about the spot that Jacqueline had chosen for the day. The little spot by a secluded corner of the lake was charming. A gentle grassy slope, studded with meadow flowers, bathed in the sunlight by the waters of the lake where a little wooden fishing platform jutted out into the water over a margin of reed beds and compact rafts of flowering yellow water lilies. The trees and bushes formed a perfect barrier to prying eyes and would have been an equally perfect windbreak had there been but a breath of wind to warrant it. But there was no wind. The lake lay like a sheet of silvered glass, its surface rippled only by the lazy passage of mallards and coots and the occasional rising fish. There were warblers singing from the boughs of the huge Weeping Willow, arching out from the lake bank and trailing its shoots in the placid water, and a cuckoo was calling dolefully from the poplars behind them. The air was redolent with the aroma of wild flowers and, somewhere in the distance, the faint rattling of an ancient tractor was the only man made sound to disturb the rural tranquillity of this idyllic corner of England.
    Jacqueline laid her bag and fishing box down on the wooden fishing platform, hefted her rod holdall from her shoulder and turned to watch Susan’s preparations. The beautiful little corner had restored Susan’s morale immeasurably. She was humming to herself contentedly as she set up camp in the grass a few feet from the lakeside; laying out her bed chair, a large blanket and even, as Jacqueline observed in disbelief, a little low folding camping table which she arraigned alongside her bed chair with plates, utensils and glasses. Jacqueline watched her with the usual hopeless love that had been the familiar accompaniment to her days ever since this extraordinary woman had first come into her life a little over two years ago. This was love then; just the sheer pleasure of watching your beloved do something as mundane as rummage about in a picnic hamper and never tire of the sight of it.
    Jacqueline considered herself blessed. That she should fall in love with the beautiful little blond girl with her cute nose and mischievous and ever twinkling blue eyes was understandable. That the beguiling little imp should love her equally in return was so astonishing that it left her bereft of breath. That such a thing should happen to her seemed almost cosmic in its consequences to Jacqueline and she could never, even two years later, still quite believe that she could have been so graced that it had happened to her. Susan had moved in with her nearly two years ago and the days since then had been full of a joy and fulfilment such as Jacqueline had never known before. Jacqueline had once read about something called “lesbian bed death”; a condition it seemed that was common among long term lesbian couples when the ardour had faded from their sex lives and was replaced by a simple warm companionship. Well it hadn’t happened to them yet! Warm companionship they did have but they were still as greedy for each other as they had been the first night they had hungrily dragged each other into bed in a cheap hotel room in Cleethorpes and, given Susan’s insatiable appetite, it seemed that they would be keeping the neighbours awake and setting their dogs barking for a long time to come yet! And now of course there were new adventures to plan and this was the time of the month to do it.
    Susan had opened her icebox and pulled something out thoughtfully. “Should I open this now or save it for later?”
    Jacqueline blinked. “Please don’t tell me that you’ve brought a bottle of bloody Dom Perignon with you!”
    Susan grinned happily. “If a thing’s worth doing it’s worth overdoing!” she intoned.
    “Oh God! What are you like? Don’t you think it’s a little premature to be opening the bloody champagne?”
    Susan nodded seriously in agreement. “Well perhaps you’re right. We’ll save it then; to toast our success hopefully.”
    “Well you can toss me a can of beer in the meantime. Bloody champagne gives me wind anyway!”
    “Yes darling. Don’t drink too much though. You’re driving home.”
    Jacqueline popped open the ring pull and the can and took a deep draft gratefully. The day was hot and the beer, icy cold and refreshing. Susan removed a flask from the icebox and poured herself a glass of some orange liquid. “What the hell is that?” asked Jacqueline in bemusement.
    “Tequila, orange juice and a dash of Grenadine.” Susan told her. “It’s supposed to be tequila sunrise but it’s sort of got shaken up in transit.”
    “God! Have you got a whole mobile bar in there?”
    “Just a little something to fortify myself for the tasks ahead.”
    “Why? Are you nervous?”
    Susan pondered for a second before shrugging. “Not really. I’m not scared of men. I was married to one of the bastards for over three years if you recall!” Jacqueline winced. Susan had still been married the night they had taken that hotel room in Cleethorpes. The divorce had been messy. “You’re the one more likely to be nervous I would have thought.” Susan continued, “I mean you’re not exactly very worldly when it comes to the opposite sex are you?”
    “I’m not entirely without experience Suzie! I didn’t come out until I was at uni. I even had a bloody boyfriend in my first year at York!”
    Susan grinned and her eyebrows lifted in interest. “Oh really? You’ve never mentioned this before! Do tell.”
    Jacqueline shuffled uncomfortably. “There’s nothing much to tell really. I was pretty messed up still trying to come to terms with being gay and scared to death anyone would find out. Going out with a boy was camouflage as much as anything; trying to appear straight.”
    “Was he nice?”
    Jacqueline nodded thoughtfully “Yes I suppose he was a pretty decent guy. Actually he was the very first person I ever told I was gay.”
    “Oh God! Did he flip out?”
    Jacqueline shook her head. “No not really. Oh sure he was a bit upset and sad but when he came to terms with it he was very understanding and sympathetic about it.”
    Susan laughed shortly. “Good grief! A caring and sensitive man! Are you sure he wasn’t taking oestrogen or something?”
    “Not all men are arseholes Suzie! We stayed friends for the rest of my time at uni and he was a sight more understanding and considerate than the bitch I dated in my second year!”
    Susan took a sip of her drink. “I suppose you’re right. Some men are acceptable as long as they bathe regularly, mind their manners and keep their mouths shut when there’s anything important to be said. Still they seem a little redundant to requirements sometimes. I can’t think of anything more useless than the average male!”
    Jacqueline snorted. “I hate to point this out at this juncture my darling but they do have some fundamental use. Until the human race perfects the art of parthenogenesis we are more or less stuck with them for their input for the purpose of propagating the species!”
    Susan giggled and nodded to acknowledge the justice of Jacqueline’s remarks. “You’re right honey. Today of all days I shouldn’t be down on the male of the species. I just have bad experiences of them. I suppose most men are alright just so long as I never have to live with one of them again.”
    Jacqueline raised an eyebrow. “Suzie darling, with a bit of luck, there’s a fifty-fifty chance we might be obliged to live with one and that for a very long time!”
    “That’s different!” Susan smiled to herself. “So this boy in York… did you sleep with him?”
    Jacqueline blushed. “Well yes…a few times.”
    Susan raised her eyebrows in interest. “A few times?”
    “Well I suppose so… maybe half a dozen or so.”
    “You are a dark one! You’ve never told me about this before!”
    Jacqueline shuffled in embarrassment. “Well I told you it was before I was out. I was still in the closet and agonising about my sexuality. I just sort of ended up sleeping with the boyfriend because that’s what straight girls were expected to do at university.”
    “And?”
    “And what?”
    “What was it like you muppet? I mean did you enjoy it or anything. Come on let’s have some details!”
    Jacqueline ran a hand through her short dark hair uncomfortably. “Well… it was… well alright I suppose.”
    “Alright?”
    “Yeah… sort of.”
    “Sort of?”
    “Well yes I suppose so.”
    Susan groaned and rolled her eyes in mock exasperation. “God it’s like trying to get blood out of a stone. Come on you can do better than that. Let’s have the sordid details! I mean how did it rank up? What exactly did you do? How did he compare? Was it as much fun as with a girl?”
    “I didn’t exactly have any basis for comparison at that time Suzie! I was a scared little closeted dyke and my sexual experience at that time was limited to trying peer up my art teacher’s skirt to catch a glimpse of her knickers when she sat on her desk and joining the girl’s hockey team!”
    Susan laughed delightedly. “Oh God! The hockey team?”
    Jacqueline smiled ruefully. “Yeah I know! Girls’ boarding school, bloody hockey team; it’s a fucking cliché isn’t it? I wouldn’t mind but I was crap at hockey! I couldn’t play to save my life! I just liked to ogle the girls in the dressing room and showers.”
    “So you never got to bully off then as it were?”
    Jacqueline shook her head. “No way! I was too scared. Oh I daresay there were a couple of girls there that were that way inclined. Our goalkeeper fancied me I’m sure but she was built like a Russian weight lifter and started shaving before most boys do! She scared the shit out of me! The one I really had a crush on was the team captain. She was gorgeous! I remember one day I scored a goal…God knows how! It must have been a fluke. The captain came and patted me on the backside to congratulate me and I nearly peed myself! I didn’t so much as wash my knickers that night as wring them out!”
    “So schoolgirl crushes aside was there anybody else?”
    “No. I was pretty repressed in those days.”
    “Oh my God! Are you saying then that this guy in York took your cherry?”
    Jacqueline blushed to the roots of her hair. “I… I suppose so.” Jacqueline ventured hesitantly. “I hadn’t slept with anyone until then; boy or girl.”
    Susan shook her head in amusement. “My God! Who would have believed it? But you enjoyed it then?”
    “In a way. It wasn’t so bad but I didn’t think it was all it was cracked up to be. I mean he was gentle with me.” Jacqueline laughed. “God! Listen to me; a fucking blushing virgin! Anyway it wasn’t so bad. I mean I didn’t actually find it repulsive or disgusting. It just sort of left me feeling that there should be more to it. Well there was more to it but I didn’t find that out until the first time I slept with a girl. Then it was all bells ringing, lights flashing and the full fireworks display and I stopped pretending to be straight.”
    Susan nodded sagely. “Well your past experiences might come in useful today so I hope you took on board your extra-curricular studies in your first year at uni. You need to get a bit hetero today.”
    Jacqueline sighed and shook her head. “We’ll see. Anyway I’m going to set up my fishing gear.”
    “You mean you’re actually going to do some fishing?”
    “Of course! We have to maintain some sort of credible appearance honey. Anyway it might be some time before we get a nibble from the big one so I have to have something to while away the time while we’re waiting.”
    “Well suit yourself just as long as you don’t get too involved in your fishes and forget about the big trophy we’re trying to land.”
    “Don’t worry darling. I’ll keep my eye on the prize.” Jacqueline slid her fishing rod out of her holdall and took the rod from its bag, stroking the smooth carbon of the blank lovingly. It was an old rod but still her favourite; a fourteen foot float rod that her grandfather had given her when he taught her to fish as a young girl. Jacqueline had loved the old man and the days she’d spent with him by lake and riverside were the happiest memories of her childhood. He’d passed away when she was just a teenager and that loss still stung in bitter sweetness. As she stroked the rod lovingly she could still hear his gruff voice and deep chuckle; still smell the aromatic tobacco he always smoked in his old pipe and remember his gentleness and wisdom.
    “You do that very well.” Susan observed with a giggle, “Stroke that pole I mean. It shows that you must have had some experience of it!”
    Jacqueline shook the blank at her. “One more remark like that young lady and I’ll throw you in this bloody lake!”
    Susan giggled happily. “Now, now! Wouldn’t that scare all your little fishies away?”
    “Hmmph! I might just content myself with putting you over my knee and spanking your backside until you squeal for mercy!”
    Susan’s eyes lit up gleefully. “That’s more like it! Sounds a hell of a lot more fun than trying to stick a bloody great hook in the mouth of some fish that’s never done you any harm in its life.”
    Jacqueline shook her head and sighed; reminding herself why she so rarely ever took Susan fishing with her. “Look just go play with yourself while I tackle up, ok Suzie.”
    Susan nodded as if the suggestion was a serious one. “Yes I suppose I’d better get stripped down for action.” With that Susan lifted her dress over her head revealing the tiny, hot pink bikini beneath doing an altogether wretched job of concealing her modesty. Jacqueline paused in the action of fitting the sections of her rod together to admire the lithe curvaceous body of her lover. Susan was an unrepentant sun worshipper. Her body was deeply tanned. During the recent heat wave she had spent hours in the back garden, laid out on her bed-chair wearing even less than she was currently attired in. There was, Jacqueline knew, a thin wisp of paler flesh as a result of the bikini bottom she wore as a sop to the sensibilities of outraged neighbours but her full firm breasts were tanned an even biscuit brown all over. Mr Gilberdyke, next door, had spent an unnecessary amount of time trimming the garden hedges over the past two weeks it seemed.
    Jacqueline raised an eyebrow. “How much did you say you paid for that bikini?”
    “Eighty five quid.”
    “You were robbed! There’s bugger all of it!” Susan put on her sunglasses and reclined back in her bed-chair, poking her tongue out at Jacqueline; content that she had set her stall out for the day. Jacqueline smiled and turned her attention back to her fishing tackle. She fastened a reel to the grips on the rod butt and passed the thin monofilament line through the eyes on the rod. From her tackle box she selected a long thin red tipped float and connected it to the line by the bottom ring only. Her preparations were interrupted by the sound of music. Susan had turned on her CD player and was humming along to what sounded like Lady Gaga. Normally Jacqueline disliked music disturbing the peace when in the countryside fishing but she tolerated it today. Mercifully Susan had the volume low.
    Jacqueline spent some time plumbing the depth of the water in front of her and adjusting her rig carefully. She was intent on using her favourite still water system called the lift method which she’d read had originally been invented by some now deceased angler called Fred J Taylor back in the nineteen sixties. It was a simple method but it took some fiddling around to balance it correctly. At the end of her line she attached a size twelve barbless hook and positioned a single weight a couple of inches from it. The float she fixed to the line at a distance above the depth of the water so that when the line was slack it floated on its side. As she tensioned the line to her rod tip however it cocked up against the drag of the weight on the bed of the lake and with further tension she could pull it down until just the red tip was visible at the water surface. Any fish picking up the bait would disturb the balance of the rig and cause the float to rise out of the water. It was a deadly and effective method her grandfather had shown her and she was expert at it. Jacqueline loved her fishing and took it seriously, much to the amusement of Susan who thought the whole thing ridiculous but nevertheless tolerated her girlfriend’s passion.
    Once satisfied with her rig, Jacqueline reached into her tackle box and pulled out some bait tins. Susan regarded them with alarm. “I hope to hell you haven’t got some horrible, disgusting maggots in there Jackie!”
    “Relax darling! It’s just some chopped luncheon meat, sweet corn and carp pellets; nothing to get your girly squeamishness in a tizzy about.” Jacqueline baited her hook with a small cube of luncheon meat and a single grain of sweet corn before casting out to the edge of the lily beds and tossing a handful of corn, meat and pellets around her float once she had adjusted its balance with her rod in the rest. She set up her landing net and placed her folding camp chair firmly on the wooden fishing platform; sitting back happily and picking up her can of beer.
    In spite of the nature of their mission today Jacqueline could not entirely suppress the thrill of anticipation she felt whenever casting her line into the water. The thrill was further enhanced today for she knew very little about this lake. It was bigger than some of the ponds she normally fished, being around twelve acres in size, and it was reputed to hold stocks of fine carp, bream, tench, roach, rudd and perch. It was even supposed to hold large eels. Jacqueline grimaced to herself. She hoped she didn’t catch one of them. Susan would run screaming all the way back to the car if she pulled a big writhing eel ashore! But she didn’t know what she might catch and that added to her anticipation the mystery of the unknown.
    She was disturbed by a rustling noise in the rank vegetation at the water’s edge and turned in time to see a water vole plop into the water and disappear into the reeds. She didn’t mention it to Susan. To the uninitiated, water voles looked uncommonly like small rats and rats were another of God’s creatures that fell squarely into Susan’s category of nature’s unacceptable creepy crawlies. To Jacqueline however it was a fitting accompaniment to the harmony of nature around her.
    “So where is this guy anyway?” demanded Susan.
    Jacqueline sighed. There was rarely much opportunity to contemplate the peace of nature in the company of her garrulous beloved. Nevertheless she felt smug. “You’re not being very observant Suzie. He’s on the far bank nearly opposite us. That’s his bivvy among those bushes there. I saw it as soon as we arrived.”
    Susan peered uncertainly. The camouflaged bivouac was difficult to make out amidst the bushes on the far side of the lake’s corner. “You mean that little camouflaged tent over there? God I thought that was the camp of some ancient Japanese soldier who was still refusing to believe the war was over! What the hell’s he doing fishing with a tent?”
    “He’s a serious carp angler Suzie. He’s probably camping out by his rods for the whole weekend.”
    “Well where is he? I can see his tent but bugger all sight of him.”
    “I don’t know. He might be in his bivvy catching some sleep if he’s been awake all night fishing. The heat of the day isn’t the best time for carp fishing.”
    “Well maybe I’d better turn the music up and see if we can wake him.”
    “You’ll do nothing of the sort! You’d make a terrible angler Suzie! You’ve got to be patient waiting for your quarry! Just relax. He’ll be out sooner or later.”
    “Will he come round to this side?”
    “It’s a very good bet Suzie. I talked to him at the angling club when he told me he’d be here this weekend and, when I said I’d be there too, he said he hoped to see me at the lake. When he emerges I’ll catch his attention and he’s almost sure to come around to chat to us. Then it’s up to you.”
    Susan sat upright and glared at Jacqueline. “Hey! You said you’d help out! You did say that! You promised!”
    Jacqueline pulled a face. “Are you sure that’s a good idea honey. I mean I’m not very good at this sort of thing and this whole mad scheme was your idea in the first place. Wouldn’t it be better if I just vanished off into the woods for a while?”
    Susan shook her head firmly. “No way! We agreed we were going to do this together. You’re not bottling out of it now!”
    Jacqueline groaned. “Alright, alright! God knows how I let myself get talked into this!”
    Susan leaned in her chair. “Ok so tell me about this guy again.”
    Jacqueline regarded her with exasperation. “I’ve been over this with you!”
    “Well remind me! I want to get psyched up for this.”
    Heaving another sigh, Jacqueline reached into a side pocket of her fishing bag and pulled out a small notebook. Jotted down within were the fruits of her research. “OK he’s six foot one, blond hair, blue eyes, thirty two years old, healthy…..”
    “Good looking?” interrupted Susan with a question.
    Jacqueline puckered her brow thoughtfully. “I suppose so. Certainly the bar maid at the club meeting seemed to think so. She was all over him with her eyes and couldn’t stop flirting with him the whole night. I’d say he’s got those rugged good looks and easy charm that most straight girls would wet their knickers over and…”
    “Hung like a stallion?”
    “How the fuck would I know? I don’t usually ask people to drop their pants and show me their tackle on short acquaintance!”
    “You could have looked at the bulge in his trousers.”
    “If you think I am going to spend my time perusing men’s genitalia at the District Angling club’s Annual General Meeting then you are so far off your trolley you’re out of the supermarket Susan Oldfield!”
    “Ok we’ll table that one until I get a chance to look at him properly. Carry on.”
    “Well he’s obviously highly intelligent as his medical degree would suggest and he’s a qualified doctor; the junior partner in a small rural practice.”
    Susan nodded in satisfaction. “I like that Jackie. Doctors tend to take good notice of their health. It’s very unlikely he’ll be carrying any STDs.”
    “Yes but he might be too careful about that for our purposes Suzie.” Jacqueline warned. “I mean he wouldn’t want to be picking something up would he?”
    “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. I’ll tell him I’m a screaming great baby dyke who’s never been with a man before and wants to try it or something.”
    Jacqueline rolled her eyes to heaven. “I could almost start to feel sorry for this guy!”
    “Well carry on. What else?”
    “Well he’s charming, well spoken, polite and generally civilised. He’s possessed of high moral principles and has a moderately left wing social conscience. He has a caring nature as evidenced by his concern for the welfare of his patients and seems sensitive and compassionate.”
    Susan nodded. “Ticks all the boxes there then! Family?”
    “He comes from healthy stock on both sides of his family it seems. All his grandparents are still alive and mentioned in conversation that he was thankful that there were no major health issues with his family.”
    “Excellent. He’s happily married you say?”
    “Yes it would seem so. He’s been married for six years and they have three kids. He showed me the photos of them.”
    “Ah!”
    “Yes and his wife is pregnant again with their fourth.”
    “A bit of a dead shot Dick in other words?”
    “He’s a one man Malthusian trap; a walking over population disaster!” Jacqueline bit her lip and shook her head worriedly. “This worries me Suzie.”
    Susan raised her eyebrows in surprise. “It does?”
    “Yes. I mean this guy is obviously a family man and very fond of his wife and kids. What makes you think we can seduce him into being unfaithful to them?”
    “Leave that to me sweetheart! After all, at the end of the day, for all his intelligence and moral principles, he’s just a man and that means, when faced with a pair of eager willing tarts like us, he’s going to think with his gonads instead of his brain!”
    “I hope you’re right!”
    “Relax. I know men better than you do.” Susan stretched out luxuriously on her bed-chair, basking in the warmth of the sun and smiled. “All we have to do now is wait for the star of the show to make an appearance. You’d better get stripped down.”
    “Eh?”
    Susan frowned at her. “You did bring your bikini didn’t you? You did promise me you would.”
    “Well yes I did but…”
    “Well then get out your clobber and let’s get you on dress parade! You look about as alluring as one of the carp in that pond in that old fishing jacket of yours!”
    “Why the hell do I have to strip down? You’re supposed to be the main focus of attention.”
    “Why did you throw those bits of bait in the water around your float?”
    “It’s ground bait; free offerings to attract the fish to my hook bait.”
    “Exactly! You’re ground bait! One gorgeous, barely dressed tart… attractive… two of them…. irresistible! So stop fucking arguing and get your kit off!”
    Jacqueline groaned but complied; stripping down to an aquamarine, halter topped bikini. It wasn’t quite as inadequate as Susan’s but it was skimpy enough. It was the first bikini Jacqueline had ever owned in her life. Susan had bought it for her the last week when they were laying their plans. It was the first time she had worn it. She wasn’t exactly comfortable in it. “I feel like a complete prat!” she grumbled, “The last time I was as naked as this in public a frigging doctor slapped my arse for me!”
    “Well let’s hope our doctor over there has similar urges!” Susan looked at her admiringly. “Anyway I think you look gorgeous!” Susan would not have been the only person to express that sentiment. Beneath the rather masculine cut clothes and floppy outfits that Jacqueline habitually wore was the body of a beautiful girl; slender but well shaped with a firm rounded bottom and high pert breasts. Her legs were long and slim and her belly flat, firm and well muscled. She was by anybody’s standards a lovely girl. Sadly Jacqueline was the last person to exploit her physical attractiveness. She wasn’t exactly butch but she did nevertheless tend to wear casual clothes, keep her hair short and rarely wore make-up. Her usual attire consisted of trousers or jeans and shirts. Susan campaigned ceaselessly to try and lure her into wearing a dress once in a while and her efforts to coerce Jacqueline into more feminine appearance was one of the few minor bones of contention between them.
    One positive aspect about being stripped down to a bikini, as far as Jacqueline was concerned, was that she was finally able to get an unimpeded finger nail to the infuriating itch that had been driving her crazy all morning. Susan glared at her. “Stop scratching your fanny!” she ordered.
    “I can’t help it! It bloody itches! Why the hell did I have to shave my sodding pubes off today?”
    Susan shook her head exasperatedly. “God help us! You can’t walk about in a skimpy bikini with something that looks like badly maintained topiary sprouting between your legs sweetheart! Don’t you know anything about being a woman?”
    “I do have XX chromosomes I would like to point out.” Jacqueline declared huffily.
    Susan snorted. “Yes and you’ve also got a bloody power drill that you spent nearly a hundred and twenty quid on and you don’t how to use that either!” she observed pointedly.
    Jacqueline winced. “Anyway I’m going to do some fishing.” she said, changing the subject hastily. The power drill was a bit of a sore point at the moment. Jacqueline’s ventures into the field of DIY home improvements had been less than successful of late.
    Jacqueline perched on her camping chair over her fishing rod as Susan, deciding that she was hungry, began to prepare food. Susan was a phenomenum in this respect for she was blessed by the kind of body that, for reasons unknown, never seemed to accumulate excess fat whatever she seemed to eat. That was a good thing too because she loved food and simply looked blank when anybody mentioned dieting. Jacqueline also had a healthy appetite and not an ounce of excess fat but at least, in her case, she could point to her active lifestyle to explain it. Susan preferred to take the car to the village shop and wouldn’t have been seen dead in a gym.
    Jacqueline looked over her shoulder at the picnic Susan was laying out; little sandwiches, canapés, rye biscuits covered in goat’s cheese or slivers of smoked salmon sprinkled with chopped onions and capers, bowls of olives, cold chicken breasts, a salami sausage, a loaf of crusty, Italian style, rustic bread, a bowl of cherry tomatoes, a tub of potato salad, a wedge of Brie cheese, pickled onions, some Granny Smith apples, slivers of raw celery and carrots, a tub of tzatziki and, in case they might still feel weak with hunger, a large custard tart and a cherry pie. Jacqueline regarded the offerings on display with incredulity. “Where are the grapes?” she demanded sourly.
    “Grapes?” asked Susan in surprise, “You wanted grapes?”
    “Well since we’re gearing up for an orgy I thought grapes were de rigeur. I mean you can’t have an orgy without grapes can you?” Jacqueline glanced up across the lake. “Oops! Contact! Target now visible at one o’clock, three hundred yards range!”
    Susan sat up in interest. “Ah! So that’s our man is it?” The angler on the far bank had just emerged from his bivouac and was fussing over his fishing rods. Jacqueline was gratified to see that he wasn’t clad in the usual haut couture of the serious carp angler which consisted of camouflaged combat gear that made them appear as if they were setting off on manoeuvres rather than going for a spot of fishing. Instead he wore a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and nothing on his head other than his tousled blond hair. Susan appraised him approvingly. “Well he looks ok from here; just about perfect in fact. I hope he doesn’t pong too much. I don’t suppose there’s much opportunity for taking a shower by the side of a lake. What’s our next move?”
    “We wait.” Jacqueline decided. “He’ll spot us sooner or later and come around for a chin-wag. Our only problem will be if the bloody fish start biting because then he’ll be too fixated on his rods to notice us.”
    “He’ll notice us!” declared Susan firmly. “If he doesn’t notice two drop dead gorgeous bits of fanny with next to no clothes on we’ll have to have him declared clinically dead and have him removed before the smell becomes offensive.”
    “I don’t see it as a problem anyway.” decided Jacqueline. “This is just about the worst time of day to be fishing in hot weather like this. He’ll soon get bored and come wandering around.”
    “We could always drift around there to talk to him.”
    Jacqueline shook her head. “We’ll leave that as a last resort. We don’t want him on the business in hand only to have him distracted when he gets a run on one of his carp rods. Let’s just be patient and wait for him to bite.”
    And wait they did. But it seemed after some time that their patience was misplaced for the man settled down over his rods and showed not the slightest sign of rising to the temptations on the far bank. Both the girls stood up and walked about, displaying their wares in full view but with no visible results to show for it. After two hours of this impasse Susan’s patience was wearing thin. I might have known it!” she grumbled ill-humouredly, “You’ve picked out a closet gay for us! We’re just going to have to go round there and ravage him!”
    “Just a second!” Jacqueline cautioned excitedly, “He’s getting up!” The man rose from his reclining chair next to his rods and evidently seemed about to become more active. He picked up a spare fishing rod leaning against his bivouac. “Ah!” noted Jacqueline with interest. “He’s picked up one of his spares. He might be going stalking in which case he could drift around this way.” But Jacqueline’s optimism appeared groundless for on the end of the line on his spare rod was a curious looking cylinder with small fins attached. The man busied himself over a bucket with this odd apparatus before standing up and casting the cylinder out into the lake where it landed with a mighty splash some seventy yards from his bank. Almost immediately he reeled the contraption back in and repeated the process.
    “He’s making a hell of racket!” Susan observed sourly. “What the fuck is he doing?”
    Jacqueline looked disappointed. “He’s spodding.”
    Susan blinked. “Well don’t you think you ought to go round and tell him to stop before he goes blind!”
    “Spodding… it’s a carp fishing term Suzie. It’s a technique for chucking lots of ground bait out long distances. That thing on his line is called a spod. It’s a sort of open ended cylinder which you fill up with ground bait and cast it out. It floats but it’s weighted at one end so it turns upside down and drops the bait down into the water. You fill it up with pellets, particles and boilies.”
    “What the fuck are boilies? It sounds like some sort of horrible medieval disease!”
    “It’s just a sort of carp bait Suzie. Anyway that thing is called a spod and you use a special sort of fishing rod to employ it called a spod-rod.”
    Susan rolled her eyes helplessly to heaven. “Why do I get the feeling I just stepped into the fucking twilight zone!”
    Jacqueline looked concerned. “This is not good Suzie. Spodding is a long process. He could be ages doing this.”
    “Oh great! Now what do we do?”
    In the event it seemed that St Peter, the patron saint of fishermen, must have intervened and took the problem out of their hands. Jacqueline’s float had remained motionless at the edge of the lilies throughout the duration of their vigil but now, completely without warning, it lifted half out of the water and then bolted decisively beneath the surface. Jacqueline, with her attention fixed on the far bank, was taken completely by surprise and was only just in time to snatch up her fishing rod before it was dragged bodily off the rest by the fish on the end of the line. As she raised her rod the pull the hook home her rod arced over into an agonised curve and the clutch on her reel sang out as the fish stripped line from the spool bolting thirty yards out into the lake. From the second that Jacqueline felt that powerful surge she was in no doubt whatsoever as to the identity of the fish on the end of her line. Only a carp generated that initial mad dash.
    “What the hell’s happening?” yipped Susan in alarm.
    “I’ve got one! I’ve hooked a fish!” Jacqueline cried in delight, the man on the far bank now forgotten as the adrenaline rush of the powerful fish gripped her attention.
    “Just great! That’s all we need!” moaned Susan. But in fact she was right. Her sarcasm was wholly unjustified because it seemed now that this was exactly what they had needed. Having apparently failed to attract the man with their feminine charms it appeared that the sight of Jacqueline playing a good fish was just what was needed to grab his attention. He was stood at the edge of the water watching intently as Jacqueline fought her fish. It was a protracted business too. Jacqueline was using fairly light breaking strength line and dared not put too much pressure on for fear of snapping the line and the fish was certainly a strong fighter making run after run out into the lake.
    Jacqueline was excited. She could tell that the carp, although not a real monster, was nevertheless a good fish. Her excitement transmitted itself to Susan who became interested in proceedings in spite of herself. She came to stand next to Jacqueline on the wooden platform; forming as pretty a picture as one could wish for as the two bikini clad girls hopped about excitedly over Jacqueline’s fish. The carp boiled on the surface about ten yards from the back and the girls saw a glimpse of a great broad golden flank as the fish turned and surged away once more. “Jesus Jackie! It’s massive!” breathed Susan.
    Jacqueline nodded excitedly. “Yes it’s a good fish. Easily a double!”
    “But there’s only one on surely.”
    “Double figures in weight you plonker! I mean it’s over ten pounds in weight.”
    “Don’t let it drop off!”
    “I’m trying not to! I’m just hoping it doesn’t get into these bloody lily beds. I can kiss it goodbye if it does that!”
    But the carp’s mad dashes were getting weaker as the fish tired and soon Jacqueline had the fish doggedly pulling her round in circles beneath her rod tip in the margins. It rolled several times and Susan was becoming more and more excited. “Bloody hell Jackie! It’s huge! How the hell are you going to get it on the bank?”
    “Pass me my landing net over there.” Jacqueline congratulated herself on her foresight in bringing her largest landing net today. Placing the net in the water she tentatively steered the wallowing fish toward it; her heart in her mouth as she saw the hook barely in the edge of the cavernous mouth of the big fish. Then it was over the net and she lifted the handle enveloping the fish within the folds. Whooping in triumph she laid her rod aside to grasp the material of the net to hoist the bulky fish clear of the water. She reached down with a single hand to pop the barbless hook out of the fish’s mouth and swung it up and over the fishing platform. Susan was not helping much; skipping around in excitement and generally getting in the way. “Move out of the way Suzie. Let’s lay him out on that patch of soft grass over there and take a look at him.”
    Jacqueline carried the fish over and laid it out; easing it out of the folds of the net to lie glistening in the sunlight. It might not have been the biggest carp in the lake but it was certainly one of the prettiest. The flanks of the fish were a pure burnished gold so startling that it could have been taken for an ornamental variety and the fins had the pinkish hue you sometimes saw in a carp. Jacqueline was thrilled. “It’s a beauty.” she breathed. “It must be a good twelve or thirteen pounds.”
    Even Susan seemed to be captivated by the size and beauty of the fish. “It’s beautiful!” she exclaimed. “I didn’t expect that. I always thought carp were supposed to be ugly old things.”
    “They’re not ugly!” protested Jacqueline. “Mind you I always think this variety is the nicest. This is a common carp.”
    “Common huh? I’m glad to hear it. I’d hate to think I had to curtsy or touch my forelock to it or something.”
    “It’s the name you give to this variety of fully scaled carp Suzie. The other sort, with irregular patches of uneven scales, are called mirror carp.”
    “Well it’s lovely.” Somewhat nervously Susan reached out and touched the fish with her finger. “It’s not as slimy as I thought it would be. You’re not going to kill it are you?”
    “Of course I’m not going to kill it!” protested Jacqueline indignantly. “I’m going to put it back of course.”
    “Well we have to have a photograph of it. I’ve got my mobile with me so we can get a picture.”
    “Yes that’s a good idea.” Jacqueline pulled a face. “What I’d really like to know is how much it weighs. It’s the biggest carp I’ve caught for the last three years but, like an idiot, I’ve gone and left my scales at home “
    But Susan’s attention was distracted for the moment. She shook Jacqueline’s shoulder urgently. “Jackie he’s gone!”
    Jacqueline’s attention was still on her fish and she failed to register the significance of Susan’s announcement. “What? What are you talking about?”
    “The guy! He’s gone! He’s not in his fishing spot anymore. He’s vanished!”
    Jacqueline tore her eyes from her fish and followed Susan’s gaze across the water. The man had indeed disappeared. There was no sign of him on the far bank. “That’s a nice fish ladies.” The two girls span around in shock. The man had emerged from behind a bush a few feet away. He was standing there smiling at them and admiring Jacqueline’s carp.
    Jacqueline swallowed and turned slightly pale. No that they were faced with the object of the day’s pursuit her nerve seemed to waver.”Oh…. er hello.” she ventured nervously.
    The man smiled. “It’s Jackie isn’t it? We met at the club AGM.”
    “Yes that’s right… er this is Susan.”
    Susan seemed to be suffering from none of Jacqueline’s nerves. She blessed the man with her most alluring smile and extended a hand. “I’m very pleased to meet you sir.” She told him in her most sultry “come to bed” voice and leaning forward to afford him a view down the front of her bikini. Jacqueline regarded her sourly. It wasn’t just the anglers around the lake today that were laying out a baited hook today evidently!
    The man took Susan’s hand politely. “Pleased to meet you. I’m Adam.”
    Susan held on to his hand longer than the obligations of civility required and fluttered her eyelashes coquettishly. “How lovely and what a lovely name. It makes me feel like Eve… naked in the Garden of Eden!”
    Jacqueline cleared her throat loudly. “Well I’d better get this fish back in the water.”
    Adam turned to her and smiled. “Decent fish! He’ll be what… twelve pounds…maybe more?”
    Jacqueline pulled a face. “I wish I knew. I haven’t any scales with me. I left them at home.”
    Adam nodded sympathetically. “Well if you want to hold him in the water in your landing net I can always run back and fetch my scales. It won’t take me a minute and he’ll be ok if you keep him in the water.”
    Jacqueline brightened visibly. “Oh would you? That’s very kind of you. I’d like to know how much he weighs.”
    “It would be my pleasure. I won’t be a minute.”
    Before he could depart Susan laid a hand on his arm. “That’s awfully sweet of you.” She told him kittenishly. “Perhaps, when you return, you’d honour us by taking a drink with us, to celebrate, sir.” Susan threw everything into this effort; lowering her voice seductively and dropping her eyes demurely.
    Adam seemed to be having trouble articulating. “Oh… er… er… yes… yes of course. I… I’d like that. Just give me a minute and I’ll pull my rods in and be back with you shortly.”
    “Hurry back now.” Susan murmured in a low voice.
    Adam turned slightly pink. “Right then! Er… see you in a minute.” Then he was gone hurrying away around the lake.
    Jacqueline lowered her landing net containing her carp into the water at the side of the fishing platform and Susan punched the air in triumph. “Gotcha!” she growled between her teeth. “Swallowed the hook whole! All we have to do now is play him out and land him!”
    Jacqueline waved a finger at her. “You could hardly have laid that on more thickly you brazen hussy!” she told Susan. “You were about as subtle as a street girl on a quiet night!”
    Jacqueline’s admonishment bounced off Susan with about as much effect as an air gun pellet might be expected to have on an armoured vehicle. “Stop moaning Jackie! This is the whole purpose of the exercise isn’t it? You’d better sharpen up and start using a bit of feminine guile too. This is supposed to be a team effort and I don’t want you letting the side down!”
    Jacqueline groaned comically. “A slut! I’m living with a slut!”
    Susan ignored her. “Don’t forget to wash your hands after you’ve finished playing with your fish.” she warned Jacqueline. “We don’t want you smelling of fish do we? Well not the parts that aren’t supposed to smell of fish anyway!”
    Jacqueline sighed theatrically. “I swear if it was any other day, I’d take my belt and give your arse the thrashing of its idle life when we got home!”
    “Stop wingeing! Now stand by your bunk and shape up. I think I see him coming back.”
    Adam returned with a weighing sack and a large round spring weighing balance. With great solemnity Jacqueline’s carp was transferred from her landing net to the weighing bag and hoisted aloft on the hook of the scales. Adam read the pointer on the dial and nodded appreciatively. “A bit more than I thought!” he remarked. “Nearly thirteen and a half…. call it thirteen pounds six ounces.” In Britain most weights and measures in the commercial world had fallen into line with European metric standards but in the fishing world they remained stubbornly rooted in old Imperial units.
    The weighing formalities completed, Susan emerged from a rummage in her handbag with her mobile phone. “Right Jackie! Let’s have a photograph.” Self consciously Jacqueline lifted the fish from the sack and, kneeling on the grass, held it up for the camera. Susan frowned. “Do try and smile Jackie!” she chided her. Jacqueline’s smile was a little forced. She wasn’t at all comfortable posing for the camera nearly naked, as she put it to herself, holding a large wet fish. In truth, Jacqueline’s carp looked more stoic about the whole thing than she did. Having taken a couple of shots Susan held out the camera to Adam. “Would you mind taking one of us both together please Adam?” she asked ingenuously.
    “No, not at all.” Susan squatted down beside Jacqueline and snaked an arm around her with a beaming smile. Jacqueline was all too conscious of the warm, smooth skin of her partner’s nearly naked body against her and she knew that the rosy flush in her cheeks was betraying the arousal that the touch of Susan’s bare skin against her own invariably excited in her. For her part Susan was only too aware of the ease with which she could stimulate her beloved Jacqueline. Mischievously she surreptitiously tickled the back of Jacqueline’s thigh with the hand she held behind her and grinned to herself as she felt Jacqueline shiver involuntarily. It was all to the good. If they were going to make this work she needed Jacqueline’s libido up and running. Adam meanwhile seemed to be having trouble taking the photograph. It wasn’t a technical problem. He was just having trouble concentrating on the task in hand and his hand was shaking slightly as he tried to hold the camera and capture the image of two beautiful girls who were probably wearing less material between them than was contained in his shorts. Susan was not helping matters by laying her head on Jacqueline’s shoulder and looking at him alluringly. The automatic functions of his body seemed to switching on and the more primitive parts of his brain were sending urgent signals to the relevant body parts. He felt his manhood stir into life in his groin and he hoped to hell he wasn’t about to disgrace himself with an obvious protrusion distending the front of his shorts. It was a futile hope! Susan noticed it immediately and her smile grew even broader.
    Finally the photographs were taken and Jacqueline, with tender care, carried her carp to the water’s edge and held it in the shallow water at the margin while it recovered its strength. Within a few seconds she felt the fish begin to stir and she released her grip on it to allow it to swim away. At this point the carp showed its disgust over the whole procedure of its capture and display by giving a massive kick with the broad flat paddle of its tail by way of a parting gesture; drenching Jacqueline with a shower of lake water before vanishing into the depths. Susan thought it was funny and giggled helplessly as Jacqueline stood up wryly brushing water off herself. With the smug air of the person who has come prepared for every eventuality, Susan tossed Jacqueline a clean towel from her bag and Jacqueline attempted to repair her appearance if not so successfully her dignity.
    “So let’s see about that drink!” declared Susan. She patted the blanket laid out on the grass beside her bed-chair. “Take a seat Adam. Make yourself at home.”
    Adam’s eyes opened wide in surprise as Susan extracted the bottle of Dom Perignon from her ice box. “Crikey!” he exclaimed, “You girls do it in style! Champagne no less!”
    Jacqueline sat down gingerly on the edge of the blanket and gave a small snort of amusement. “Oh yes!” she told him in a voice dripping with sarcasm. “It’s an absolutely fundamental requirement for a day at the waterside! We never go fishing without it!”
    Susan inclined her head and treated Jacqueline to an exaggerated smile. “Did you remember to wash your hands Jackie dearest?”
    “Just open the sodding champagne alright!”
    As Susan wrestled with the foil on the champagne cork Adam turned to Jacqueline conversationally. “I wasn’t sure that it was you over this side Jackie.” He told her. “I know you said at the meeting that you were going to be here today but I couldn’t tell if it was you at this distance. You er… look different.”
    Susan grinned. “Perhaps you didn’t recognise her with her clothes off Adam!”
    Adam swallowed and blushed. There was something endearingly shy about this man Susan thought. He blushed easily. “Er well yes possibly.” He ventured manly. “Bikinis aren’t exactly the accepted dress code at the angling club’s Annual General Meeting.”
    Susan laughed. “Perhaps they ought to try instigating it. I’m sure it would do wonders for the attendance record.”
    Adam grinned and scratched his head. “Erm I doubt it. Fishing’s still a bit of a boy’s thing. Present company excepted, you don’t see many ladies fishing. Most of the members are male and to be quite frank there aren’t many of them I’d care to see flouncing about in a bikini!” Adam cleared his throat. “Of course you two ladies would certainly illuminate proceedings. There aren’t many members of the club quite so er… quite so becoming as you ladies.”
    Susan treated him to her most radiant smile. “Why thank you kind sir! That is most gallant of you to say.” Adam nodded in acknowledgement but felt another quickening in his groin. Susan was playing him with consummate skill. There were few quicker ways of bringing out the animal in a man than by telling him he was a gentleman!
    Jacqueline pulled a wry face. “I don’t normally go fishing in a bikini.” she pointed out.
    “No she doesn’t.” Susan agreed. “I had the dickens of a job persuading her to bring a bikini today. She’s so timid about showing her body in public. God knows why! She looks gorgeous in a bikini. Don’t you think so Adam?”
    Adam was normally a very articulate man but he seemed to be having trouble with his diction today. “Erm… yes… er very nice.” He croaked out at last.
    “Of course it won’t be anything special to you.” Susan continued. “Jackie tells me that you’re a doctor. You probably see hundreds of women without their clothes on.”
    Adam thought ruefully of the elderly ladies that made up the vast majority of the female patients in his rural practice. “Er a few, “he conceded, “In a purely professional capacity of course.”
    There was a loud bang as Susan popped the champagne cork. It was typical of Susan that instead of easing the cork out in a professional manner she had opted for the more flamboyant method and squeezed it out with her thumbs. The cork followed a high parabola through the air and landed with a plop out in the lake. “Only plastic glasses I’m afraid Adam.” Susan told him. “I hope you don’t mind.”
    “No not at all.”
    Susan poured the champagne out carefully and passed the glasses around. “Anyway,” she said returning to the conversation. “Jackie ought to be grateful I persuaded her to bring her bikini. She would have been sat gradually boiling to death in her old fishing clothes otherwise. Can you imagine it in this heat?”
    “It’s certainly very hot.” Adam agreed fanning himself with his hand..
    It was the opening that Susan had been fishing for. “Oh please feel free to take off your shirt if it makes you feel more comfortable Adam. We’re all friends here. We won’t be embarrassed in the least.”
    Adam hesitated but then relented. “Well thanks.” he said gratefully. “I think I will.” With that he pulled his shirt off over his head.
    Adam’s chest was admirably smooth and hairless Jacqueline noted with relief. She wasn’t that enamoured of male nudity in the first place but she found very hirsute men repulsive. She could just about deal with a man with very little bodily hair. Susan, it seemed, had other concerns. “You have very pale skin Adam.” She told him. “You really ought to let me put some sun cream on your shoulders if you’re going to expose your skin in this heat.”
    Adam looked flustered. “Oh I’m sure I’ll be alright.” He protested feebly.
    “Tut, tut!” Susan admonished. “You’re a doctor! I’m sure you’re forever warning your patients about the hazards of exposing their skin to excessive ultra-violet radiation without adequate protection.” She picked up a bottle of sun cream. “Now be a good boy, turn around and let nurse put some cream on your shoulders!” Once she’d put it that way Adam had little choice but to surrender to Susan’s ministrations. Adam seemed to wilt as Susan kneaded the lotion into his shoulders. Jacqueline buried her face in her drink in an effort to keep a straight face. She knew very well that Susan was quite capable of turning the considerate act of putting sun cream on a person’s back into the sort of lascivious procedure that people would pay good money for in the dubious “massage parlours” to be found in the red light districts of European cities. Furtively she stole a glance at Adam’s crutch to see if Susan’s efforts were being rewarded. Well the answer to that was a resounding yes. She found the sight slightly intimidating. Jacqueline may have been somewhat unfamiliar with male anatomy but even she could see, judging by the ominous protuberance evident in his shorts, that Mother Nature had been lavish in her endowment of Adam’s manhood. Susan seemed to think that her travails had not gone unappreciated too for she squeezed the muscles in Adam’s shoulder and leaned forward to purr close to his ear. “You’ve got very big muscles Adam. You must be ever so strong.”
    Adam had turned bright red in the face. “Er no… not really… just average I suppose.” he blustered.
    Susan smiled and relinquished her hold. Nonchalantly she unfastened her bikini top and tossed it aside before reclining back on her bed-chair and picking up her glass. Jacqueline blinked at her. “What are you doing Suzie?” she asked in outrage. “Whatever will Adam here think?”
    Susan looked puzzled by the question. “Why I’m just working on my tan.” she protested innocently. “I’m sure Adam here doesn’t mind. He’s a doctor after all. He must have seen thousands of perfectly ordinary, healthy women’s breasts.” Susan took a sip of her drink. “Don’t be such a prude Jackie. In the south of France hardly anybody bothers with a bikini top.” She turned to Adam. “You don’t mind if I sunbathe topless do you Adam?”
    Adam shook his head hastily, aware that he had been beginning to stare. “Oh no! Er not at all.” He hastened to reassure her.
    Susan ran a hand over her breasts critically. “Do you think I’ve got nice breasts Adam?” she asked conversationally, for all the world as if she were asking his opinion on the political situation in the Middle East.
    Adam gulped and nodded foolishly. “Yes… er yes… they’re very nice.” He reassured her fatuously.
    “Do you really think so? I’ve always thought they were a little on the big side for my build.”
    Adam shook his head again quite unable to tear his eyes away. “No er… just right I would have said.”
    “Of course,” Susan continued, “Jackie’s got much nicer breasts than I have. Hers are much firmer and more proportioned. It’s criminal the way she always keeps them covered up. A lot of girls would kill to have a pair of boobs like hers. Why don’t you take your top off and let Adam have a look Jackie?”
    Jacqueline threw a hand across her chest. “Eh? What?”
    Susan fixed Jacqueline with a gimlet eye, her penetrating stare carrying a wealth of meaning. “Come along Jackie.” She said deliberately. “Don’t be shy. Take your top off.”
    Jacqueline took a deep breath, recognising the sacrifice being demanded of her. “Oh very well.” She murmured and slipped her top off timidly.
    Susan lay back in satisfaction. “So Adam? Which one of us do you think has the nicest breasts?”
    Adam hesitated. It was, of course, an impossibly unfair question to ask. “I think you’re both perfect in that respect.” was his diplomatic judgement.
    Susan beamed at him. “Why you say the sweetest things Adam. Are you always so gallant to the ladies?”
    “Er no… I mean not usually… I mean I try to er… be civil and all that and….”Adam tailed off. He was beginning to babble. Furiously he tried to think of something neutral to say all too aware of the throbbing urgency making an exhibition of itself at the front of his shorts. “Er have you two been friends long?” he asked in what he hoped was a diversion onto safer ground.
    Susan grinned. “Oh we’ve known each other about two and a half years Adam but we’re not friends!”
    Adam blinked. “You’re not?”
    In response Susan glided off her bed-chair onto the blanket and snaked a hand around Jacqueline’s waist. “Oh no we’re rather more than that Adam!” She kissed Jacqueline tenderly on the cheek. “We live together Adam! Jackie here is my partner; my, how do you say it, my significant other half.”
    Adam’s face was a comical mixture of arousal tinged with disappointment. “Oh! Oh I see.” He managed to say at last.
    Susan looked at him with a smile. “Are you shocked Adam.”
    “No! No of course not! Just… well a little surprised is all. I… I didn’t… I mean I hadn’t taken you for well… “
    “Gay?” said Jacqueline helpfully.
    Adam nodded ruefully. “Yes I suppose so. I didn’t realise you were gay.”
    “We don’t all look like butch building workers Adam.” Susan admonished him gently.
    Adam grinned sheepishly. “No. No I suppose you don’t. It’s just… well I guess I don’t know very many gay women.”
    “Does it turn you on?” Susan asked, “I mean the thought of two women together.”
    Adam blushed furiously. “I… I don’t know. I never really thought about it.”
    Susan knew he was lying. There wasn’t a man alive that didn’t get excited at the sight of two women making love to each other. She laughed shortly then slowly and deliberately turned Jacqueline’s face toward her to kiss her on the lips. Gratifyingly Jacqueline knew what was expected of her and didn’t object. Susan let the kiss linger, teasing open Jacqueline’s mouth with her tongue. She felt Jacqueline begin to respond. Susan smiled to herself. She knew her Jacqueline so well; knew the explosive sexuality that lay beneath the facade she so often presented to the world and knew how just a few caresses could awaken an overpowering desire within her. Slowly she began to stroke Jacqueline’s skin. She felt the texture of the skin change noticeably to the touch as Jacqueline’s arousal mounted. Susan had often marvelled at this sensation and wondered about its cause. Perhaps it was a rush of warm blood to the surface of the skin that caused it or perhaps the raising of the tiny hairs on the skin that were the cause. She had no idea but it was electrifying and so noticeable to her that it was impossible for Jacqueline to conceal her arousal from her. Even in a dark bedroom she could reach out and stroke Jacqueline’s skin and know instantly that her partner was awake and aroused. Experimentally Susan ran her hand down Jacqueline’s chest to cup her breast.
    Adam seemed to have grown very quiet. He still held a plastic glass of champagne in his hand. He seemed to have forgotten about it. He watched mesmerised as Susan ran her tongue down the side of Jacqueline’s neck exciting a shudder of pleasure from her. Susan looked at him and winked. She bent forward and stroked her tongue slowly over Jacqueline’s erect nipple. Adam cleared his throat. “Er do you two ladies want to be alone?” he inquired nervously.
    Susan smiled. “Not at all.” she told him languorously. “We like having you here. Don’t we Jackie?”
    “Er…” began Jacqueline hesitantly. She jumped as Susan pinched her. “Yes!” she squeaked. “Yes of course! We’d like you to stay.”
    “You can watch if you like.” Susan offered in a low voice. “We get turned on when somebody watches us.”
    “Oh er well then… thank you.” It was idiotic but it was all that Adam could think of to say. He stared at the tableau before him in disbelief. Susan had slipped her hand down Jacqueline’s belly and under the band of her bikini bottom. He saw the short haired girl stiffen as the questing fingers found her sex beneath; a gasp escaped from her lips. He could have wished he’d worn shorts that were not so tight. The constriction in his groin was agonising. Susan was stroking Jacqueline’s sex more quickly now and Jacqueline wrapped her arms about her lover and buried her face in her shoulder, unable to protest or to still her quickening breath.
    Susan caught Adam’s eye. “She’s all warmed up now Adam. Would you like to touch her?” Adam nodded dumbly and Susan beckoned him with a small laugh. He shuffled across the blanket and reached out to stroke Jacqueline’s breast hesitantly, marvelling at the shiver of arousal the touch evoked. “She likes to have her nipples sucked.” Susan told him helpfully. “Why don’t you take that one and I’ll take this?” Adam nodded once more and leaned forward to comply. Jacqueline quivered alarmingly at the sensation of both her nipples being stimulated simultaneously. Adam and Susan were licking them and drawing them into their mouths and sending soaring waves of pleasure coursing through her body. In the part of her mind still capable of rational thought she recognised how ruthless her lover was being; knowing how the caress of lips and tongue on her nipples could drive her mad with desire.
    Susan withdrew her hand from Jacqueline’s bikini bottom. It was shining with moisture. With a smile she raised it up to Adam’s lips. Hardly knowing what he was doing anymore he began to lick her fingers, tasting Jacqueline’s lubricating emissions with his tongue. “Does it taste nice?” Susan asked him in a whisper. “Well let’s see shall we?” she added before he could think of anything sensible to reply. She slipped off Jacqueline’s bikini bottom noting, in passing, how co-operative her lover was being now that she was aroused for she raised her bottom to facilitate the removal of her last vestige of modesty. Susan pushed her onto her back and parted her legs. “This is her favourite!” she informed Adam with a grin and then knelt between the outstretched legs and lowered her head. Jacqueline gasped violently as Susan’s tongue found her sex and began to lick lazily at her clitoris. Jacqueline arched her back and grasped Susan’s hair, panting feverishly as her excitement grew. Feeling that he ought to contribute something to proceedings, Adam knelt at Jacqueline’s side and bent down to nuzzle at her breast. The dual stimulation seemed to drive Jacqueline into a frenzy. She began to squirm intensely; her body wracked with tremulous shudders and cries of pleasure escaping from her lips.
    Cruelly, seconds away from orgasm, Susan raised her head. She slid her body up the length of Jacqueline’s and whispered in her ear. “Not yet my sweetheart, not yet!” Jacqueline groaned in frustration and grasped Susan’s head to possess her mouth, stifling her cries in Susan’s lips and tasting herself upon them. Susan raised her head and looked at Adam. He was still kneeling and stroking Jacqueline’s body with his hand; his erection bulging at his shorts. “Did that excite you Adam?” she asked.
    Adam breathed deeply. “Just a bit!” he admitted shame-facedly.
    Susan laughed and reached out a hand to stroke the bulge in his shorts. “So I see!” she remarked. “This poor thing must be feeling constricted in these shorts. Shall we give him a little air?” Adam gasped as Susan unfastened the button at the top of his shorts and pulled the zipper down. His first feeling was almost one of relief as his penis was finally liberated from the constraints of his shorts. Susan raised an eyebrow as she eased his manhood free of its restraints and held it gently in her hand. “My word! We are a big boy!” she remarked in admiration. It was not an inaccurate statement. Adam was blessed with generous proportions in that regard. His penis was long and heavy and so thick that Susan could barely touch her thumb and forefinger around it. “Take a look at this Jackie.” Susan urged Jacqueline.
    Jacqueline was not a girl to take much more than an academic interest in a man’s penis but she rose up on her elbows to look, out of politeness. Susan stroked the engorged shaft of Adam’s penis masturbating it gently and smiling at the little grunts of pleasure that Adam could not help himself from uttering. She bent down to run her tongue over the glans and Adam moaned aloud. She opened her lips wide to take it into her mouth invoking another gasp from him. Involuntarily he began to thrust at her face pushing his penis deeper into the back of her mouth. She fellated him for a few seconds before pulling away with a gasp. “Whew a little too much for one girl all on her own.” she observed. “Come on Jackie! I need some help with this.” Jacqueline gaped at her, horrified, and began to shake her head. Susan glared at her. “Come along Jackie! Do as you’re told… teamwork remember!”
    Jacqueline rolled her eyes helplessly. “Oh Christ!” but she felt obliged to show willing and joined Susan in licking at Adam’s penis.
    Susan grasped the thick organ and whispered to Jacqueline. “Open your mouth.” Nervously Jacqueline complied and Susan steered it into her open gape. It was the first time that Jacqueline had ever sucked on a man’s penis and she didn’t much care for it, truth be told. The thing was enormous and seemed to distend her mouth to grotesque proportions. Adam moreover was becoming more and more excited at the sight and sensation of the two girls swapping his penis between their mouths and he grasped Jacqueline’s head and thrust powerfully at her mouth, driving his penis to the back of her throat and causing her to gag. She was all too willing to relinquish the violation of her mouth at the first opportunity and hand back the task to Susan who seemed more able to cope with it.
    Adam’s passion had grown to fever pitch by now however and his urges were driving him to new desires. Jacqueline never knew quite how it had happened but the next minute she found herself flat on her back, with her legs open and Adam was squatting over her, between her legs, and staring at her wildly. Horrified, she felt the tip of his penis butt against the opening of her vagina. She grasped hold of Susan in panic. “Wait a minute! It’s supposed to be….”
    Susan clasped a hand over her mouth. “All in good time sweetheart! Just lie back and think how you’re going to explain this at next month’s Gay Pride!” Jacqueline cried out in pain as Adam forced his penis into her. It felt like some horrible foreign body impaling her. Susan kissed her and whispered in her ear. “Hush darling. I won’t let him do it for long. Just relax.” But he was too big for Jacqueline and, as he began to thrust away in mounting excitement, she bit her lip and grabbed the blanket fiercely in her fists against the pain. Mercifully Susan came to her rescue. She took hold of Adam and stopped him. “Hey big boy! Don’t waste it all on Jackie. I want some as well!” Obediently he withdrew and Susan divested herself of her bikini bottom and lay down on the blanket. “Come on!” she said, urging him on, “Let’s see what you’ve got! Fuck me! Fuck me now!”
    And so he did. Susan grunted as he penetrated her but took a deep breath and took his entire length within her. Jacqueline, relieved to be divested of that horrible thing inside her, rose on her elbows and began to watch proceedings with interest. Susan certainly seemed to be enjoying it more than she had done for her cries of pleasure were becoming more insistent by the second. Adam was not what you might have called a gentle lover. He was scarlet in the face and pounding away as if he was beating out the carpet. Suddenly it seemed as if both he and Susan were very near to climax. Jacqueline held her breath waiting for the moment they had planned for. Susan however had other ideas. “Jackie!” she breathed urgently. “Sit on my face!”
    “What!?”
    “Please Jackie! Please! I want us all to come together! Please! It’s important to me!”
    “Oh God!” groaned Jacqueline but she did as she was asked, swinging her leg over Susan’s face and lowering her sex to her mouth. Susan began to lick at her greedily even as her own excitement mounted toward climax. Her expert tongue soon had Jacqueline crying in rising ecstasy. They decided later that it was probably Jacqueline who came to orgasm first. Susan always knew how to make her come quickly. Jacqueline could not have said at the time however for her orgasm was so titanic that it left her quite incapable of registering anything else besides the fiery storm that erupted in her loins and radiated outwards and upwards, wracking her body with fearful convulsions she thought would never end. Susan could not have been far behind her and she seemed to recall later that her own climax came as her face was drenched in the eruption of hot fluids that gushed from Jacqueline’s sex in that mad moment of delirium that overcame them both. Oddly enough they were never quite sure when it was that Adam came. But come he did, his own orgasm overwhelming him as the pulses in his penis drove his ejaculation deep into Susan’s womb.
    They were kind to Adam afterwards as they lay about on the blanket sipping champagne in the aftermath of their love making. It seemed the decent thing to do considering the way they had so ruthlessly exploited him. In any case he was suddenly overcome with guilt. He was a married man after all and loved his wife dearly. It would be their own little secret they reassured him. Nobody would ever know. His wife was a lucky woman they told him. A little later, a little awkwardly, as evening set in, he left them, walking back to his rods on the far side of the lake. Shortly after that, their mission accomplished, the two girls began to gather up their belongings to depart.
    As Jacqueline packed away her fishing tackle Susan slipped into the bushes. Jacqueline looked at her curiously when she returned. “What were you doing?” she asked.
    Susan smiled shyly. “Sorry! I was a bit inhibited. I was just putting in a diaphragm.”
    “Oh I see! Well come on then let’s get everything put away and get back to the car.” It was a slow walk back to the car for Jacqueline, much to Susan’s amusement, insisted on carrying most of their gear. With everything stowed in the boot Jacqueline climbed in behind the steering wheel. Susan was occupying the passenger seat and she had her legs high on the dashboard in front of her. Jacqueline laughed at her. “You are seriously not proposing to stay in that position all the way home are you?”
    Susan nodded. “Yup! Got to give it every chance we can sweetheart.”
    “Well that’s going to raise eyebrows on the main road!”
    “Jackie kiss me!” Jacqueline looked at her fondly and complied. “I love you Jackie!” Susan told her.
    “I love you too you barmy bitch!”
    “Jackie we’ve done it this time. I’m sure we have.”
    “God I hope so! I don’t want to go through all that again. How can you be so sure though.”
    “I don’t know. I just am. Call it some sort of instinct. I don’t know. Maybe it was just the timing was perfect this time. I don’t know. But I feel sure Jackie. We’ve cracked it. This time it’s going to work.” Susan leaned back and close her eyes happily. “We’re going to have a baby!”
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  • A SPIKE AND A PUSSY

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    “What a day,” Pamela Watkins sighed while filling her brief case with paper work. It had been a long day, court appearances, lunch with a client, and an afternoon of dictating letters to her secretary, Kari. It was well after six o’clock and all she could think about was having a tall cocktail and not thinking at all about the law for at least an hour! She exited her office building and hailed a cab and gave the cabby an address on the near north side. Ten minutes later she was standing in the lobby of her favorite after work hangout waiting to check her coat. She stopped in the restroom to freshen up before making her way towards the long bar at the far end of the room. The soft music playing in the background was already having a soothing effect on her psyche. When she neared the bar the regular hostess, Fran, smiled broadly and offered, “Good evening, Mz. Watkins, and what may we do for you this evening?” She hadn’t realized how really tense she was, so after a moment’s thought she replied softly, “I think I’ll have a spike and a pussy!” “Very good, Ma’am,” Fran replied smoothly, “please follow me!” Down at the far end of the bar were several empty stools. Fran nodded to a tiny waitress who quickly outfitted one of the stools with a massive nine inch dildo. After it was firmly attached and sticking up from the middle of the seat, two young women appeared out of nowhere and lifted Pamela’s skirt above her trim waist. Then Fran, after giving Pam a knowing smile, dropped to her knees and removed the lawyer’s panties leaving her totally nude from the waist down! The cool air quickly caressed Pam’s smoothly shaven lips causing her to gasp slightly while she stared at the monster latex cock that would soon be buried in her pussy! Fran stood up and took a deep whiff of the damp panties and nodded to the women to get on with it. Even though they were quite petite, they had no trouble at all hoisting Pamela up in the air before letting her now gaping cunt down on the thick invader!

    As each inch slid inside of her now out of control vagina a string of absolutely brutal orgasms flooded her satiated cunt! When she was completely impaled, the two girls let her skirt fall back into place, hiding any evidence that she was getting the fucking of her life! Then just as quickly as they had appeared the two women were gone while the bartender placed a Tom Collins in front of her on a napkin! Fran touched her arm and whispered softly into her ear, “Now there, does our vagina feel all better now!?!” Pam’s pussy was trying desperately to grip the massive organ, and with each attempt her pussy lurched a little bit farther towards another climax! With sweat breaking out on her forehead she managed to stammer, “I-it feels wonderful, so full and thick, I just love getting fucked like this!” “Of course you do, dear,” Fran replied gently. “I have a confession to make,” Fran went on. “What is it?!?” Pamela gasped as a her cunt ratcheted closer and closer to climax. “T-tell me, what is it?!?” “Ohhhhhh, not much,” Fran answered casually, “just this.” It was at that point that the young hostess produced a small remote control device. Then after giving the poor woman a quick wink, hit the button, causing the fat dildo buried deep inside of her to buzzing!!!

    The dildo was a giant vibrator!!! Fran had to grab a hold of Pam’s arm to keep her from falling off the stool as orgasm after orgasm shredded her innocent pussy into confetti! When she was sure that she couldn’t take anymore Pam’s head rolled to one side while begging for Fran to turn it off! “Had enough, eh?” Fran asked a matter of factly. She quickly shut off the screaming little monster while Pam leaned forward in a heap on the bar with her pussy still crammed full of hard rubber cock!!! “Jesus,” Pam gasped, “w-what the heck was that?!?!?” Fran giggled and replied, “We’ve made some minor improvements since your last visit, do you approve?” “Good grief, yes!” Pam sighed. Fran gently squeezed Pam’s arm and whispered, “I have to get back to the other customers now, are you ready for your treat?” She was still slightly stunned but managed to reply, “Yes, let’s go for it!”

    After taking a sip of her drink, Pam casually glanced down the bar and watched as at least fifteen other women were in the process of having their pussies reamed by the monster dildos that were connected to their stools. A tall blonde was just about to get her gun when Pam heard a soft voice say, “I’m ready when ever you are, ma’am, and by the way, my name’s Lena.” Pam turned back, a sitting on the bar in from of her was the cutest little eighteen year old she had ever seen in her life! Short blonde hair, tiny breasts, slim hips, and of course a completely shaven vagina! The blonde sat on the bar with her legs spread and an expectant look on her pretty face. “Do you like getting sucked?” Pam asked while casually brushing her fingers over the little vulva. The little girl gasped at even the slightest touch to her pussy, and with a little laugh Pam added, “I guess that means yes!” With her eyes now glazing over, the little blonde shoved her cunt forward in a wanton display of lewdness that made Pam’s convulse several times as it whipped itself into another frenzy!

    With her own cunt on fire, Pam finally leaned over and pressed her warm mouth against the sweetest vagina she had ever tasted! The young woman groaned loudly while Pam’s tongue gently lapped at her now bulging labia. Succulent!!! That was a perfect description for Lena’s pussy!!! Everything about her was tiny, that is except for her clitoris which was by now sticking out past Lena’s very engorged pussy lips! She wasn’t quite sure, but Pam couldn’t remember ever having seen a clit that was so fat and long! Even though the light was dim, it was clearly evident that Lena’s clitty had a head that reminded you of a tiny cock! Pam just stared at the little darling for a second or two, before finally gently licking the head until the poor girl shrieked as her orgasm whistled through her excited cunt! It was time for her too as Pam bounced her ass up and down on the bar stool, pounding the monster dildo in and out of her well fucked pussy until her own cum racked her vagina for one last time! She nearly devoured Lena’s pussy and clit while her cock filled cunt spasmed out of control!!!

    A few minutes later several of the attendants came over and helped Lena off the bar and off to the dressing room. Pam tired to dismount the huge cock that was still buried in her snatch, but her legs were too far gone and she had to have the attendants lift her off her stool and cock! When she was finally out retrieving her coat Fran stopped by and asked, “So, was everything all right!?!” With her pussy still twitching like crazy Pam replied, “Perfect, hon, absolutely perfect!!!”

    THE END


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    2007-09-15 00:43:54
    ooooooooooomggggg.. one of the best stories ever! I absolutely loved it.

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    2007-02-19 15:42:33
    gr8 story-and wats with all the french posts? 10/10

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    2007-01-13 12:27:45
    I wish there was a bar around here like that. I love big clitties and have my own now in need of attention.

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    2007-01-10 15:26:02
    this author sucks!!!

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    2006-06-09 03:59:21
    I GAVE YOU A 9 BEFORE I EVEN FINISHED THE STORY, LOVED IT, WRITE PART 2 IF POSSIBLE

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  • Death bringer part 2

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    The part 2 of Val’s first hentai experience

    As valkyrie and melancholia walked along the cave floor it was very awkward for melancholia. The deliciously disgusting green monster cum taste was still strong in their mouths and now the excitement and thrill had dissipated she just felt dirty. valkyrie was still very horny though, having to clench her but to keep the cum from leaving, she let a little trickle down her toned thighs. It filled her pants, ruining her panties while making her very wet. “Hurry up” mel said, harsh resignation in her tone ” vile isn’t slowing”. They kept walking in silence, the cum still keeping pressure on her insides. Then a skinny pale cretire jumped in front of them, it blurred and latched onto her face, it penis became hard and it shoved it down her throat and pounded, melancholia fell back, robes flying up and the creature shoved it further down her throat Valkyries eyes crossed in a euphoric haze, then it came in her throat and valkyrie baca me mad, she bit the creatures dick and it came off, the creature screamed and ran away. Valkyrie gagged, 8 inches of penis in her throat. She put her fingers in her throat and had to slide her whole fist in her throat to pull the shaft out. Melancholia had an involuntary orgasm.

    Then they were out of the caves. They almost collapsed, dehydrated from all the cum they had lost but full from the cum. They collapsed and lay there. Valkyrie moved her hand, pretending to accidentally land with her hand on melancholia a chest, squeezing her soft Tits. And then vile was at the mouth of the cave and valkyrie said “kill me” she said “what? I’m not going to kill you!” Valkyrie fisted her pussy, hand completely inside her “I hope you know what your doing” she said and expanded the death bubble, the pulled Valkyries life force inside her.

    Then darquesse was there. She pulled her fist out of melancholias pussy, juices dripping off her hand. And she flew up to vile. “Admit it, you’ve been looking forward to this as much as I have” she said, and vile formed shadows that turned to shackles and tied darquesse down. She could have easily torn free but she was interested to see what vile would do to her. He formed shadows, a full 2 inches diameter and 12 inches. He made 2 more and plunged them into her vagina.

    She gasped, the two large shafts tearing her opening. She left the gashes, they stung and she hissed, the pain making her even wetter. The tear started spreading and she healed them, then made her pussy even smaller. Vile grunted and had to put great effort into ploughing her small opening. Then she orgasmed and the shadows retracted. Then it was like the monster raping her and the shadows entered all of her holes.

    The shadows formed around her and slammed her pussy, one, massive 3 inch thick shadow hitting her uterus wall and wrapping all around her insides. A 2’inch shadow penetrated her ass and it made cuts on it. she could feel the rough shadows tear at her dry ass. It started going red and she cried out in pleasure. Vile formed a whoop and slashed her chest. darquesse was a dirty slut a bdsm loving cock sucking cum eating slut. Vile paused raping her to rip her armored clothes off. He flipped her onto her stomach and shoved a 1.5″ shadow cock down her throat. Green cum trickled out of her ass as his shadows took up the space. She gagged, saliva covering her cheeks and dribbling on her melon sized tits. Then vile’s shadows retracted and he stopped, he took off the armor. “I want valkyrie back” he said “darquuese coughed “no, I like this, getting fucked by everything and anyone, its amazing” she said “this isn’t you, Valkyries the one who never took no for an answer. She’s the one who sat on my face, activated my façade and forced me to lick your pussy” “oh yeah” darquuese said “good times” “and when we were on the stake out with fletcher on st Patricks day, and we kept making jokes about us having sex until we were so horny that when he left you ripped your clothes off so fast I didn’t even know what was happening” ” yeah, that was good” she said ” I’m me by the way” “I know she said, and the shadows disappeared and she fell, pussy sliding against a rock”

    With calen

    “I’m breaking up with you” she said
    ” what” he said
    “I’m breaking up with you, your no fun” she said
    “No, you’re not” he said ” sometimes you should just listen to me” he grabbed her arm “sometimes, you should just do what your damn told!” He said, and pushed her too her knees. ” suck it” he said And pulled down his fly and his long vampire cock came out
    ” no!” She said but calen was too strong and slammed her onto his cock. He held her down for 30 seconds and when he let her breathe she was light headed. He ripped her top off and pushed her on her back by her throat. He fingered her pussy so fast she came and he cupped his hand, gathering her juices and slapped them on her tits.

    He shoved his dick in her cleavage and thrusted so fast her skin chafed. He stopped holding her neck and just squeezed her soft melons. And then he came and sprayed his white semen over her face, the stood and sprayed it on her tits. He put his foot on her stomach
    “I, don’t, love you anymore” he said ” l lust for you. You will be my fuck toy, I get to fuck you, when I want, and you do, whatever I say. Valkyrie coughed up some semen. He pulled out his dick again and blurred his hand jizzing all over her tits. ” lye there for a while” he said, then left

    Valkyrie walked naked along the streets. A few guys hooted at her and one man raped her , and she got to the place that she fucked lord vile. She walked up the hills and went into he cave, cold air making her wet folds tingle. She entered the cave and found the tentacle creature and wedged herself between the rocks, and saw the tentacles reach


  • Me, my sis, her friend and the police women.

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    My sis gets curious and asks me for help!!

    Well my sister was 12 light brown her and blue eyes, she was small and skinny but not anerixic and was extremly cute and her names Sarah and i think she is bi. I was 15 Bleached blonde hair and brown eyes skinny but not anerixic and tanned my name is Kelly an im bi.

    Anyways it was 6:00am on a school day and i was extremly horny becuase i had a dream about mirander Kerr and she fucked me. Anyways i woke up with only my bra and panties on. I walked to my closet and got out my school uniform which consisted of Knee High socks, leather shoes (anycolour), Big skirts, knee skirts or 24 inch skiet (mini skirt), small buttoned shirt with a tie. I put them on and the 24 inch skirt. I was walking to get my bag an Sarah came into my room with her school uniform on and said “we look like twins now!!” she went off to school right after she said that. It was my first day in grade 11 at the Tokyo High school. nervous and scared but i couldnt wait to see my Best Freind Nina.

    It was a long day at school and i went home at 11:00am becuase i wagged. When i arrived home i noticed a note on the counter and it said ‘ Dear girls my boss rung me and said i need to leave tokyo for 2 days and i cant afford a babysitter so Kelly you are in charge Love Mumzy’

    I thought to my self YESSS so i took of all my clothes and got a beer and cigarette from my hidden stash in my room. I went out side (i put on only my skirt and tee shirt) to have my drink and smoke. At 4:00pm Sarah came in the door and put her bag down and stripped to her undies and bra. I had on my bra and panties aswell. I told her about mum and she smiled and took off her bra and undies. She walked to the kitchen and opene up the rum bottle. I said “and what are you doing??” i said
    “tasting it, mums gone and she will never no!”
    She turned to me and i saw her perfectly round tits and her bald pussy. She noticed i was wet abd she said “take off your clothes!!”
    I did and my pussy was more closed up then hers!

    We sat on thr couch telling stories abd she said that on her friends Kawashi(friends name) birthday party, they all took of their clothes and touched eachother and Kawashis brother came in and penetrated her.

    Turned on i got up went ti sarah and pashed her. She went with it and fingered my tight pussy. She then knelt down and licked me. Moaning softly i said “MORE, MORE, OH GOD MORE!!” then i cummed in her face. She layed on the floor in the spread eagle position and fingered her self. I went down and licked her. When she squirted it tasted like heaven!!

    I kissed all of her body and then kissed her we both then scizzored. It was so hot!! Whe then had hot shower sex, then went to the table then are mums room. We found a strap on and i put it on and penetrated Sarahs pussy. I feeled tge strap on with my juices and squirted them in her pussy and her arse. After that we were so tired we decided to call it a day and go to sleep. We both slept on are mums bed snuggling with are pussys touching. All night i was thrusting into her pussy. I woke up to a nice sensation becuase Sarah was 2 finger fingering me.

    The doorbell rang and Sarah put on her robe and answered the door. It was Kawashi. She was a beautiful small japanese girl. Sarah let her in and closed and locked the wooden door. I went down stairs in my denim mini skirt and tank top. When i was at the bottom i saw Sarah and Kawashi kissing an touching eacothers tits!!
    I was surprised and took all of my clothes off and stood there,

    “ohh hellloww Kelly what beautiful hot body…May i ?”
    “of course” i replied

    Kawashii came up to me and gave me a wet hot kiss all the was down to my breasts. She sucked them and sucked them good. She then went to my pussy and licked that like a proffesional. Turned on Sarah joined us and it was my first lesbian threesome. Another knock on the door so we quickly all put on portions of are clothes and answered it.

    “hello nice young lady, are you wagging school?” said The Policewomen.
    ” no i am sick”
    “who is looking after you?”
    I walked up and gretted her
    “i am i am kelly”
    I told her about are mum an she approved she entered are house on my premission
    “im Miah and *sniffs air* i smell young pussy in here”
    “we are.. We are just walking around nude i swear!!” i shouted
    But Officer miah went up to Sarah and toucher her boobs and kissed her.
    Officer Miah took off her clothes and grabbed Sarahs head and demanded that she eats all of her hairy drenched pussy. I and Kawashi was turned on that we just did are own thing like inserting bananas in are arses and pussys while Sarah was getting mouthfull off hair and cum wheather she liked it or not.

    Officer Miah exploded half a litter in Sarahs mouth and me and Kawashi were kissing and sticking wierd objects in are pussys. Officer Miah then grabbed Sarah and sucked her dry. We all then decided to make a Liking line and we all enjoyed it. After hours of fucking we all grew tied and had an orgy sleep. We all slept with are pussys touch and arse or pussy or mouth. Waiting for the next day of pure hot fucking.


  • A WEEKEND AT HOME

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    “Dammit, ” she said to herself with impatience as she paced along the train platform, thinking again to herself that those who thought New York trains being late was a cliche, didn’t know New York.

    The station manager had made some sort of announcement about a small track fire causing a minor delay, but Rachael really hadn’t paid it too much attention. All she knew that the longer it took Candice to arrive, the less time they would have to spend together over the weekend. Running her fingers through her short graying blonde hair, the 62 year old newspaper publisher looked down the long empty length of track for the fourteenth time. A quick glance at her watch told her that the train was now 40 minutes late. The importance Rachael attached to her daughter’s visit was reflected in her mode of dress. Normally, Rachael spent her days in casual shorts and light blouses in the summer and sweat suits in the colder months. If she really had to, she would wear a business jacket and slacks for a meeting. She had long ago stopped caring how she looked to other people. Friends who passed her on the train platform were surprised to see her in a rather attractive blue dress, a garment that greatly illustrated her still considerable charms. Most people were surprised when Rachael mentioned her age because she looked at least a decade younger. Standing 5’8″, her weight had fluctuated between 160 and 170 lbs most of her adult life. Spread rather evenly over her frame, most of the weight seemed centered in her large 38DD bust. She was still a formidable enough presence to turn the heads of men thirty years her junior. “Station manager says the train just left Bluefield,” said a young man who walked up behind Rachael. “Should be here in another 10 minutes.”Ò”Thank you,” Rachael said to the teenager as she again looked down the track. “But I’ll believe that when I se it pulling in.” Sure enough, it was closer to twenty minutes before the silver and white train pulled into the station. Starting at the front of the train, Rachael worked her way through the crowd looking for Candice. The train had been packed, the earlier two scheduled runs having been canceled. After a fruitless effort that resulted in getting no further back that the second car, Rachael decided to just wait by the ticket office and let her daughter find her instead. The crowds quickly dissipated and it wasn’t long before the blue clad woman heard a familiar voice calling out to her. “Mother…over here!” the voice shouted. Through a small group of commuters, Rachael could see a red figure waving her hand to get her attention. A broad smile on her face, she briskly walked over to her, unwilling to simply stand and wait. Before Candice could say a word, her mother had embraced her in a bear hug and planted a kiss on her cheek. While it was in reality only about five weeks since they’d seen each other, it had felt like months to Rachael. “Let me look at you.” Rachael said as she broke the hug and stepped back. Candice was wearing a rather expensive red business jacket with matching skirt. Her long blonde hair was tied up in a weave and she wore only a hint of makeup, just matching lipstick and a hint of powder. Unlike her mother, she felt the image she projected was everything. Yet then again, Candice was just starting out in the world of business. It was hard enough getting some men to take you seriously without having them look at you without seeing just a potential bedmate. Their third child, Candice had been born rather late in Rachael’s life. The news that she was pregnant again at 40 had sent a shock wave through her life. Since she and her husband owned and operated their own business, it wasn’t that hard to make the transition to working mother. Yet by the time Candice turned six and started school, their small office supply company had grown so successful that she decided to give it up and concentrate full time on being a mother. Today, 22 years later, the firm was three times the size it’d been at the time of Candice’s birth. Although she was still a full partner in the family business, Rachael had decided against going back when Candice had left home for college. Instead, she’d bought into a small local paper and eventually became it’s co-publisher. It was something she could call her very own. “Is Daddy with you?” Candice asked as she looked around into the crowd. “I’m afraid that he’s not home this weekend.” the older woman said, her voice just a little reluctant. “He flew up to Boston yesterday to make a presentation to some new clients about out new software line. He thinks it’ll bring a lot of new business to the company.” “I kind of expected he’d come up with some kind of excuse not to be here.” Candice said, her tone revealing that she didn’t believe a word of her mother’s excuse. “He usually does when I come home.” Rachael wanted to say something to refute her accusation against her father, but the words wouldn’t come. The reason being that what she said was true. The only time father and daughter had seen each other over the last two years had been at large family functions. He hadn’t even attended her graduation. “Your father does love you, dear.” Rachael said. “He just has a hard time accepting things as they are.” “Well he’s going to have to accept it eventually.” Candice said. “No one’s going to say a magic word and change me into what he expected me to be.” Rachael’s smile hid the fact that she too originally had a hard time accepting her daughter’s lifestyle. She still remembered the day, back in her junior year of college, when her precious baby girl had announced to friends and family that she was a lesbian. Unlike her husband, she quickly came to grips with the idea, realizing that however and with whoever she lived her life, she was still her daughter. And no matter what, she loved her and only wanted her to be happy. “It’s getting late.” Rachael said, changing the subject. “I originally thought we’d go out to dinner, but with all the delays, maybe we should just head home.” “That’d be fine with me, I am a little tired.” Candice said as she turned and looked over her shoulder. “Er…mom, there’s something I neglected to mention to you when we talked last night…” With that, a tall black woman stepped up to Candice. The look of recognition on her face told Rachael that they knew each other. “I finally found my beeper.” The woman said. “It fell through the seats.” “Mom, this is Cathy. She’s a friend of mine, I invited her up for the weekend. I hope you don’t mind.” Rachael looked at the brown skinned woman. She was at least ten years older than her daughter with short curly black hair. A little taller than both Candice and herself, she had a lean, lithe form. Soft red lips framed a flawless smile. Small compact breasts pressed against a yellow blouse and long smooth legs stretched out from beneath blue shorts. “Why of course not,” Rachael said, hiding her disappointment that they wouldn’t be spending the weekend alone. “Your friends are always welcome.” “Great!” the blonde woman beamed. “I told Cathy it would be OK. I promise her a chance to get out of the city to unwind.” Cathy reached up and removed a pair of dark sunglasses, revealing a pair of sparkling blue eyes. They quickly eclipsed her engaging smile as her most striking feature. During the drive back to her house, Rachael learned a little more about her house guest. Cathy had lived in Manhattan most of her life and was a successful attorney. Candice had met her a few months back and had developed a friendship while shopping for a birthday present for Rachael. At the time, Rachael had been surprised by the gift. Candice really had no interest in art and such, yet the painting had been an excellent choice. The woman was friendly and quite intelligent. By the time they pulled into the driveway, she found herself liking Cathy.

    “Welcome home Candice.” said the brown haired man who greeted the trio as they exited the car. “Thank you, Jacob.” Candice said, returning his smile. “It’s good to be home.” Jacob Young was 20 years old and a student at the local college. In return for room, board and a small salary, he served as a sort of jack of all trades around the house. If it was broken, he fixed it. If it was dirty, he cleaned it. In the three years he had been living there, he had become almost a member of the family. “Jake, this is my friend, Cathy.” Candice said as she turned her attention to the caramel skinned woman behind her. “She’ll be staying for the weekend.” “Nice to meet you.” Jacob said cheerfully as he took a good look at her. “I’ll get the bags.” he added as he headed for the truck. “Thanks,” Rachael said. “I made up Candice’s room this morning and we’ll put Cathy in ……” Rachael paused for a moment. Not for the first time in the last hour she considered the idea that Cathy and Candice might be more than just friends. Did her daughter expect them to share a room? “Put Cathy in the guest room.” Candice interjected, much to Rachael’s relief. “You’ll love it” she said to her friend. “It has the most beautiful view of the garden.” “I’m sure it’s beautiful.” Cathy replied. The suggestion surprised Rachael. The guest bedroom was on the other side of the house from Candice’s room. She guessed that answered her question of just how much of close friends the two women were. “Well you two get settled in and I’ll see about getting us some dinner.” Rachael said as she headed into the house.

    Dinner was simple was enjoyable. Afterwards, the three women sat around the kitchen table and chatted. “Its nice to hear that you’re doing so well at the firm.” Rachael said as she sipped her tea. “And I’m sure your father will be happy to know that all that money he spent for Rebecca Johnson didn’t go to waste.” Candice’s ever-present smile faded for a moment at the mention of her father and his constant reminders of how much her education had cost. Then just as quickly it came back. Quickly she changed the subject. “Speaking of college, you and Cathy have something in common.” she said. “What would that be?” Rachael asked as she turned and looked at’. “Cathy’s a Theta Phi too.” her daughter beamed. “Really?” “Class of 84.” Cathy offered. “Class of 54.” Rachael chimed in. “I guess that makes me the baby of the bunch.” Candice laughed. ÒClass of 94.” All three women laughed.

    “Class of 54,” Cathy repeated. “That means you were a pledge in 1950.” “Why yes,” Rachael said a little hesitantly. “Why do you ask?” “You were there during the big scandal at Delta Theta Phi.” Cathy said excitedly. “I can’t believe it, I never thought I’d get to hear what really happened from someone that was really there. Someone who really knew Marie Hallenbeck.””What scandal?” Candice asked, her questioning tone making it evident that she had no idea what her friend was talking about. “Who was Marie Hallenbeck?” “None of the sisters ever told you?” Cathy asked. “I can’t believe it. It’s part of the legend of Delta Theta Phi.” “Well lets hear it now.” Candice gushed. Cathy looked to Rachael for a moment, then took her silence for assent. “Well Marie Hallenbeck, first of all, was Class of 50. She was also President of the Sisterhood, or Queen might have been a better term.” “Queen?” “Yes, from what I understand, she ran the sorority like her own personal kingdom. Including having ladies in waiting.” “So what was the big deal?” ‘ interrupted. “I’m getting to that.” Cathy continued. “What set Theta Phi apart from all the other houses on campus was that almost every sister was expected to be available to Marie for sex whenever she wanted. In fact, you couldn’t become a sister unless you slept with her first.” “You’re kidding!” Candice said. “It’s true.” replied Cathy. “In fact, it got so that all the pledges had to spend their first years as wives to the senior class. Not to mention the monthly orgies.” “That’s incredible.” the youngest woman called out. “What happened, how did anyone find out.” “In the pledge class of 50 there was a girl named Jane Thompson. Evidently, she found the idea of lesbian sex sick to say the least. She wasn’t the first pledge to back out of the sorority when they found out what they were into, but Jane believed that she had a moral obligation to stop what she believed were vile and disgusting acts. She went right to the Board of Regents and the night of their next all-girl party they were raided.””What happened then?” Candice asked, now totally absorbed in the story. “Marie was expelled on the spot, so where a good many of the other girls. Then the Board tried to hush the whole thing up. They spread the story that the girls were expelled because of their involvement in a cheating scandal. That was 1950 remember, lesbian was still a dirty word. The school had their image to worry about. How many of those upper class families that sent their precious daughters to Rebecca Johnson would still do so if they thought they would be exposed to such ideas.” “That’s an incredible story.” Candice said, taking it all in. Then a look of disbelief filled her face when she realized that her mother was actually there – and a member of that pledge class.She turned to her mother and opened her mouth to speak, but before she could say a word, Rachael cut her off. “Before you let your imagination get out of control, let me say something.” Rachael began. “Even though I was a freshman in 1950, I didn’t pledge Delta Theta Phi until the second term. So I’m afraid all of that happened before I was even a sister.: “I didn’t think they pledged during the second term.” Cathy asked a little suspiciously. “Normally they didn’t,” Rachael replied. “but with all the girls expelled, they needed new members to keep their charter.” “That makes sense.” Cathy replied. “I hope I didn’t offend you.” “Not at all,” Rachael said. “In fact, that’s the first time I actually heard the story. I was there at the school at the time and until now believed the cheating story.” “It’s still an incredible story.” Candice repeated. “but I’ve been up since 4:30 and I think I’m going to turn in.” “That sounds like a good idea.” Cathy agreed. “You too go ahead, I’ve a little work to finish before I call it a night.”

    A little work turned out to be a major understatement and it was well after midnight by the time Rachael started up the stairs to bed. It had been a very long day but a happy one never the less. Any time Candice came to visit, all her worries seemed to disappear. It brought back memories of a far simpler time. Passing Cathy’s room, Rachael was careful not to make any noise as not to wake their guest. Hopefully, Jacob had removed all of her husband’s clothes from the room before settling Cathy in. The fact that she and her husband slept in separate rooms wasn’t something she really wanted to advertise – not even to her own daughter. Truth be told, it had been many years since they had slept together as man and wife. Most nights, Steven slept elsewhere. Elsewhere currently being the apartment of his 29 year old girlfriend. The only reason they hadn’t divorced was that Steven kept saying it would be bad for the companies image. One of these days she might find a reason to push for the divorce, but for now she was content to let things sat as they were. Stopping again at the door to Candice’s room, Rachael decided to check in on her daughter. It was a silly thing really, after all Candice wasn’t six years old anymore. But it did make her feel better. Silently she turned the doorknob and eased the door open. Rachael took a small step inward before stopping in her tracks. Instead of the serene image she expected, she found instead one out of her most erotic dreams. It had been many years since the last time Rachael had seen her daughter naked so it was a shock to see how much her body had developed. The small breasts that she had last seen the day she’d first taken Candice shopping for her first training bra had blossomed into a magnificent set of 34C’s. The rest of her young body was just as impressive, showing that she had viewed the development of her body as seriously as that of her mind. It wasn’t so much the development of her daughter’s body that caused Rachael to step back as it was it’s position. Standing against the large backboard of the queen sized bed was Cathy, as naked as her daughter. Beneath the brown hued woman’s outstretched legs was Candice, her mouth pressed firmly against her hairy cunt. It was one thing to know that her daughter preferred women sexually, it was quite another to actually see it. Rachael was transfixed, unable to tear her eyes away from the spectacle. It was a long five minutes before the fear of discovery gave the older woman the strength to pull herself away. Closing the door behind her, Rachael let out a long loud sigh. To her surprise, she’d found the sight of her daughter engaged in lesbian lust to be the most exciting thing she’d seen in a good long time. Her heart was racing, her breath shallow and most incredible, the mound between her legs was moist. Crawling into the warm comfort of her bed, Rachael knew she would get little sleep that night.

    It was a warm summer morning and Rachael decided to have breakfast out by the pool. It wasn’t long before Candice joined her. She explained that Cathy needed to make a few phone calls to make and would join them as soon as she could. “Did you sleep well, dear?” Rachael asked. “Like a baby.” Candice smiled. Their breakfast conversation covered a few topics until finally it turned to Cathy. “Your friend Cathy seems like a really nice person.” Rachael said. “Have you known her long?” “Not long really, only a few months.” Candice answered as she nibbled a piece of toast. “I met her at a fund raising party the alumni association threw. She’s an attorney, in fact she’s just made partner at her firm. I was admiring a painting at the hotel where they had the fund raiser and she happened to mention that she’d seen one just like it at a friend’s art gallery. I said I’d love to be able to pick out something like that for your birthday but knew next to nothing about art. Next thing I knew she had offered to help me pick something out.” “I guessed that much.” Rachael said. “That painting seemed a little out of your league. But there’s something I want to ask you, but I’m not sure how exactly to put it.: “Well straight out always seemed to work for me.” Candice suggested. “How well I know that.” came her mother’s response. “But it’s still hard for me to just come out and say something.” “Give it a try mom.” “I was wondering, I mean I’d like to ask you just how close you and Cathy actually are?” Rachael finally blurted out. “You mean are we lovers or anything like that?” Candice casually replied. “Well yes.” “Are we lovers, well not really.” her daughter continued in that same casual tone. “Have we slept together on occasion…yes we have.” “I don’t understand.” Rachael said. “I guess you could just say we’re close friends who on occasion have sex. There are a number of women who I sleep with. Some I have very strong feelings for. In other cases its just recreational. Bottom line is that at this point in my life I’m too involved in work to even seriously thing about settling down with anyone.” “I’m still not sure I really understand it, but I’ll settle for the fact that you do seem to be happy.” replied Rachael. “That’s all I ask.” her daughter grinned.

    “Excuse me, but there’s a phone call for Candice.” said Jacob as he walked up to the small table, portable phone in hand. “Some guy named Rogers, says he’s your boss.” “I’ll just be a minute, Mom.” the blonde haired girl said as she took the phone and walked a few feet away to take the call in private. While Candice chatted just out of earshot, Rachael found herself staring at Jacob. The little exhibition last night had left her feeling very horny, a sensation she hadn’t felt in some time. Not even a pleasing masturbation session last night and again this morning had helped to satisfy her urge. Watching the tall well built young man play with his silver rimmed glasses, Rachael was reminded of a night not so long ago. The hockey team that Jacob played on had just won the local championship and the two of them had stood up late into the night celebrating. Jacob, because hockey was one of the most important things in his life, and Rachael because she just needed to have a little fun. After a few bottles of very expensive wine which Rachael had liberated from her husband’s prized collection, Jacob began to look very good to her. She had been sorely tempted to try and entice him into her bed, a bed her husband had so long ago vacated. Finally common sense had prevailed and she realized that a one night stand wasn’t worth upsetting the apple cart. Still, if he’d been just some young man she’d met. “Good morning.” Cathy said as she walked up to the table. “I hope I haven’t kept anyone waiting.” “No, of course not.” Rachael said, dismissing her idle fantasy from her mind. “Please have a seat.” It was hard for Rachael not to sneak looks at Cathy as she ate. The image of her naked form being serviced by her daughter was still too fresh in her mind.

    An unhappy look covered Candice’s face as she returned from her telephone call. Whatever it had been about, it wasn’t good news. “Trouble honey?” Rachael asked as she rose from the table. “I’m afraid so.” came her reply. “I’m going to have to cut the weekend short, they need me back in Manhattan right away.” “ÒThat’s terrible.” Rachael commented. “I’ll go and pack.” Cathy said. “Oh no, there’s no reason for you to have your weekend ruined too.” Candice said. “Why don’t you stay here and enjoy it. I did promise you a few days in the country.” Cathy waited before answering, her line of sight shifting from Candice to Rachael. ” It’s OK isn’t it, Mom?” Candice asked as she followed Cathy’s gaze. ” Of course it is.” Rachael said, unsure what else she could say. “Great.” Candice said. “Jacob’s going into town anyway so he’ll give me a ride to the train. If I hurry, I can catch the 10:30 to Penn Station.”

    Rachael was disappointed that her daughter’s visit was going to be cut short, but she understood all too well how important Candice’s job was to her. Hugs and kisses were quickly exchanged, as well as the promise to get together again as soon as possible.

    Once Candice and Jacob had left, Rachael quickly completed some paper work she had brought home for the weekend. She had only brought a small amount home with her, assuming that she was going to need a lot of free time to spend with her daughter. She considered calling the office and having one of the staff run some more out to her, then decided against it. She took so little time off these days, she deserved a little play time. It wasn’t until late afternoon that she even saw Cathy again. Her houseguest seemed to be as much a workaholic as she was, spending a good part of the day on her cellular phone. True, laying on a lawn chair in the garden was a lot better than being locked up in an airtight office. Well, Rachael thought, I guess you don’t get to be partner in a prestigious law firm at 32 by taking it easy. After lunch, Rachael decided to spend some time in the pool out back. It was one of her favorite places to relax. Her husband had really gone through the roof the year she had workman construct a removable cover over the pool so it could be heated and used in the winter. Still, half the profits from the company were hers to use as she wished. After all, she had never complained about his numerous excursions around the country – or the various “assistants” who accompanied him. “That looks inviting.” Cathy said as she walked up to the edge of the pool where Rachael was just relaxing after finishing her laps. The tall cinnamon hued lawyer had changed into a simple, comfortable white T-shirt and blue shorts. Even in that plain attire, she looked like a model out of town and country. “You’re welcome to join me.” Rachael said as she smiled up at the older woman. “There’s extra suits in the poolhouse, I’m sure you’ll be able to find something that’ll fit you.” “Oh I never bother with a suit.” Cathy quipped as she grabbed the bottom edges of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head. Her braless breasts bounced free in the air, giving Rachael a close up view of the round orbs she had only seen at a distance the night before. The blue shorts quickly followed, adding her dark curly haired bush to the list of Cathy’s attractions. Rachael had only a brief instant to recall the image of her daughter’s tongue buried up within that mound. With a powerful leap into the air, the now nude muscular young woman dived into the deeper end of the pool. She dropped all the way to the bottom before pushing herself back up. She broke the surface with a large splash, before flipping over and traversing the length of the pool with a series of textbook strokes. Executing a flawless flip at the far end of the pool, Cathy recrossed the length of the pool and moved up to where Rachael was just drifting lazily.

    “The water feels wonderful.” Cathy beamed as she pulled herself up alongside Rachael. “If I had one of these, I’d never be out of shape.” “You’re not exactly out of shape.” Rachael laughed. “Compared to when I was in college I am.” Cathy replied. “I can never seem to find the time to get to the gym anymore.” “I imagine you must keep busy.” Rachael noted. It was at that moment that the younger woman noticed that Rachael was staring at her naked breasts. The droplet covered mounds were only a foot away from her now. “Does this bother you?” Cathy asked. “My not wearing a suit I mean.” “No, not at all.” Rachael answered. “If you feel more comfortable that way, who am I to say no.” “It really is a lot more comfortable than wearing a confining suit.” Cathy commented. “You should try it.” “When I was young, we used to go to a place down in the islands where we’d go skinny dipping.” Rachael said as she leisurely splashed her legs in the water. “I remember it as being a lot of fun. Once you got used to all the naked bodies.” she laughingly added.


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    2005-11-11 14:47:54
    Your story blew! Where’s the sex? A build up to what? NOTHING!! Do us all a favor..put the pen down and go have some real sex…then maybe you can write about it.

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    2005-01-04 06:45:09
    rubish shit

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    2004-12-28 00:03:24
    too many damn words. I skipped over everything. Less talkin, more action….. WAY MORE ACTION

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    2004-09-28 01:35:17
    Fucking Stupid

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    2004-07-21 18:49:34
    man that sucked ass, balls, and more ass. this is the worst peice of shit i have ever seen. a story about me doing my fat-ass mom and dad would have been better than this shit.

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  • The Barbie Lez Fantasies – Week 65: Celebrity Sex

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    A quick and kinky lesbian fantasy!

    Author’s Note 1: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all.

    Author’s Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-64”.

    ***

    Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now…

    Not many people know this, but most movies are not shot in Hollywood. Some are filmed in different locations across the United States, but many are shot right here in Canada. The cost is usually cheaper and Canadians are hardworking (at least some of us are, lol). While Hollywood North usually refers to Toronto and Vancouver, quite a few blockbusters were filmed in Montreal. Here are a few you may have heard of: X-Men: Days of Future Past, 300 and Journey to the Center of the Earth.

    Because of this, it is possible to come across a famous celebrity while simply strolling the streets of Montreal. I had heard of this happening, but no matter how much I walked the streets of the city, I had never seen so much as a semi-famous actor. Until now.
    I was strolling down the streets of downtown Montreal, minding own business when something caught my eye. I turned to find a black limousine pulling up to the curb. It was not the first limo I had seen, so I did not pay it any mind. That is, until I saw the door of a nearby restaurant open. My jaw literally dropped open as I laid eyes on none other than…

    I know many of you will hate me for this, but I cannot actually give you her name. Not only do most sites refuse celebrity fiction, but I could run the risk of getting sued. Because of this, all I can say is that the woman I laid eyes on was hot, young and famous. For the purposes of this story, I will refer to her as Candy Luv.

    I am not usually the type to go all gushy when I meet someone famous, but this was different. This was Candy Luv. Ever since I had first laid eyes on her in breakthrough film, I had developed an instant crush on her. Of course, I knew I would never get a chance to meet her and did not delude myself with hopes of us miraculously ending up together. But now she was standing in front of me. In the flesh.

    About half a block separated us and I almost broke out into a run to tell her just how much I loved her. But if I did that, then I would become one of those gushing fans I always made fun of. So I took a few deep breaths and grabbed hold of my emotions. I stood there, staring ad Candy as she slowly approached the limousine. She was so beautiful. So flawless. So… god-like. She had always been hot in her movies, but for some inexplicable reason, she was even prettier in real life.

    I focused on her sublime figure for a few more seconds before I realized something. I could not walk up to her and tell her how much she meant to me, but that did not mean I could not fantasize about it. Less than a second after the thought occurred to me, my arousal level skyrocketed and the most powerful fantasy of my life literally exploded within me. Before I knew what was happening, reality had faded, replaced by an identical fantasy one.

    As soon as the last few shred of reality were gone, I broke out into a run. I reached Candy in mere seconds and came to screeching halt less than a foot from her. A surprised expression appeared on her flawless face as the turned to me.

    I did not give her time to speak.

    “I love you so much,” I said. I half expected her to ignore me and continue her journey to the limo. But instead, she looked me up and down. A smile curled her lips and a twinkle appeared in her eye.

    “Thank you,” she finally said, making my heart skip a beat. Her voice was just as soft and sweet as in the movies.

    “You’re so hot,” I said without thinking. When my mind finally caught up with my mouth, I gasped in shock. Had a really told Candy Luv that she was hot? Of course, she was, but hot did not seem strong enough a word to describe just how beautiful she was. However, it seemed sufficient for her.

    “You’re not so bad yourself,” she replied with an amused smile.

    I was bewildered. Had my favorite actress really just told me I was hot? Do not get me wrong, it is not like I am ugly, but compared to Candy, I must admit that I am quite plain. Ordinary. Average. But apparently, Candy disagreed.

    “I don’t usually do this,” she said after a short pause, “but would you like to go for a ride?”

    Though my mind was struggling to comprehend what she had just said, my body took over and forced my head to nod. By the time my brain caught up to my body, I was inside the limousine. The driver had just closed the door, leaving Candy and I alone. I was so excited that I could barely breathe. But that was nothing compared to when she pulled me if for a kiss.

    “Mmm?!” I moaned in total and utter shock. I was so taken aback by the feel of the tongue sensually dancing around in my mouth that I just sat there, frozen. By the time I finally got my wits back, the kiss was ending. Luckily, I had time to get a few good licks in.

    “You’re a good kisser,” she complemented once our lips parted. I had no idea how she could know that from few tongue strokes I had bestowed upon her, but it honestly did not matter. All I cared about was what she said next.

    “Are you also a good a sucker?” she asked.

    I was not sure what she meant until she revealed the strapon she had hidden behind her back. My jaw dropped open as I studied it. It was long, wide and pink.

    “I’m not really an expert when it comes to cocks,” I admitted, “but I will do my best,” I answered. “I would do anything for you,” I added soon after.

    “I was hoping you would say that,” she admitted. “Now take off your clothes.”

    I obeyed the command without so much as a nanosecond of hesitation. By the time I had removed all of my clothes, she had slipped out of the molding red dress she had been wearing. The dress had accentuated her every feature, but she was indescribably more attractive naked. As I studied her flawless figure, she strapped the toy to her body.

    “Suck it!” she commanded as she sat back down.

    An eager smile curled my lips as I leaned toward her and wrapped my lips around the tip of the sex toy. Eager to please, I began bobbing my head up and down, giving Candy the best blowjob I could. Being a lesbian meant I was rather new to the process, but I had incorporated a strapon into my lovemaking before and knew how to handle myself. I sucked the toy with such eagerness that I soon felt it slide past my uvula. Given the massive size of the toy, that should have been impossible, but I took advantage of the fact this was nothing more than a fantasy to stuff every last inch of Candy’s “cock” into my mouth and throat.

    “That’s enough!” she finally said in a firm voice. I immediately pulled away, desperate to please.

    “Get on your hands and knees!” she commanded, pointing to the floor.

    I slithered off the seat and landed on the carpeted floor. In less than a second, I was on all fours, staring back at my favorite actress over my shoulder. I smiled in giddy anticipation as I saw her kneel behind me. An eager moan slipped past my lips as she grabbed my waist. Less than a second later, she jerked forward.

    “Fuck!” I moaned as I felt the strapon slither into me. I was soaking-wet and the large spear slipped in with ease. She kept pushing until every last inch had been swallowed up. My brain told me that was impossible, but I once more ignored it, determined to enjoy the best fantasy of my life.

    Candy rocked back slowly, making the strapon glide in and out of me. But only a few penetrations were completed before she pulled out. I opened my mouth to complain, but she jerked forward before I could.

    “FUCK!” I moaned again. Like before, the toy travelled deeper and deeper into me. But unlike the previous time, it did not invade my pussy. Instead, it shot up my ass, filling it up entirely in less than a second. I was in no way new to anal, but I was so taken aback by the unexpected penetration that it took my brain a few second to tell my body it was all right to enjoy the oversized penetration. When it did, I started moaning softly as Candy rocked back and forth.

    Candy increased the speed of her thrusts and was pounding me furiously in mere seconds. The shaft felt great as it dove in and out of my ass, but what I truly enjoyed was the feel of a powerful orgasm growing within me. I barely had time to figure out what was happening before it happened. I climaxed.

    “FUUCCCKKKK!!!!!” I shirked at the top of my lungs as my arousal exploded within me. It felt like an atomic bomb had erupted deep within me and the ensuing blast sent every last drop of cum shooting out of me. I squirted more than ever before, quickly covering everything around us in hot nectar. I wanted to look back and see how beautiful Candy looked with my orgasmilk clinging to her flawless body, but my body refused to obey. So I just stood on all fours and squirted for what felt like an eternity.

    When the final wave finally oozed out of me, I was so exhausted that I crumbled to the floor of the limo. Candy gave me a few second to recover before pulling me in for a kiss. A cum-filled kiss.

    “Mmmmm!” I moaned as our tongues danced around in an ocean of orgasmilk. This was the single most perfect moment of my life and I knew I would remember it for the rest of my existence. And it was a good thing too, because I was snapped back to reality a split second later.

    I glanced around in confusion for a few seconds before realizing I was back on the sidewalk. I was fully clothed, there was not a drop of cum in sight and Candy was nowhere to be seen. I studied my surroundings frantically in search of her, but all I saw was her limousine pulling away. I had missed her. I had missed my chance to meet my favorite actress. But since I was not a fan of autographs I knew I would get over it. Plus, missing my opportunity to meet the beautiful Candy Luv had given me something I would never forget. It had given me the most intense fantasy of my life. A fantasy I knew I would replay over and over in my head for years to come.

    ***

    Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed. A new fantasy will be published each week, so make sure to check back every so often.

    Have a horny day,

    Barbie Lez