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This is a story about two college freshmen and their transformation into young women.

“Amy, can I talk to you for minute in my office?”

The young woman who was a college freshman did not know what her supervisor wanted. She had only been on her shift for a couple of hours when she reported to office in the back of the restaurant.

“I just got a call from Melanie,” the manager began. “Something unexpected came up at the last minute and she can’t be here tonight. Can you work part of her shift? I mean, if you have something planned already, we’ll manage somehow. But if you could help me out, I’d really be grateful to you.”

That was more than music to Amy’s ears. Amy really needed her part time job to help make ends meet. Her parents scraped together every dime they could to send their oldest daughter to a public college. Amy lived on a very tight budget that didn’t include a lot of extra money. As a result, she really had no social life.

“No sir, I don’t have anything planned. If I weren’t working, I’d be back at the dorm studying. I can work as long as you need me. Besides, I can use the extra money.”

“That’s one reason I asked you first. I know how much you rely on this job. I also figured that you didn’t have a date tonight. Then too, you are a good worker and that’s what I need for our Friday night crowd. It gets real hectic in here after all the high school football games are over. We also have the big crowd in town this weekend for the game on campus tomorrow. I need someone tonight who knows what’s going on. Thank you Amy.”

“No. Thank you for asking me first. Is there anything else?”

“That’s all for now Amy. If you need some extra time off to catch up on your studies, just let me know and we’ll rearrange your work schedule. Let me know when you’re ready to take a break. I’ll buy your supper.”

The young woman ate most of her meals at the fast food restaurant because either they were free, like tonight, or at the employee discount. As a result, Amy exceeded her ideal weight by several pounds. That was one of the underlying reasons for her dull social life.

Weight was only one reason she seldom dated. Her skimp budget also meant wearing old or less than fashionable clothes. Cosmetics and perfume were frills that she could easily forego. She often cut her own hair or waited until she went home where her mom could trim it.

Going home was not a lot of fun either. She lived about 4 hours away. All she would hear was how tight money is and how to find ways to cut her expenses or apply for more scholarships. Seldom did her parents ever provide any positive encouragement about her academics or even inquire about her social life. Neither of them were positive role models for personal appearance either. If they weren’t talking about money, they were talking about religion to her and the three other children in the small house.

In short, Amy was under a lot of pressure from a lot of different sides. Her midterm grades reflected the pressure of juggling academics with work and having practically no way to blow off youthful steam. Her dream of being the first college graduate in the family was off to a shaky start.

Shortly after 2 a.m. she clocked out. As she pulled her 15-year old car into the dorm parking lot, she saw that almost every room was dark, including her room. She figured that Sharon was probably asleep.

Quietly Amy stepped into the dark dorm room. She heard Sharon sleeping soundly. Without turning on a light, Amy slowly walked toward the small bathroom they shared with the next room. On her way, she grabbed an oversized tee shirt that served as her nightgown and some clean underpants.

After taking a shower, she went back into the bedroom and placed her clothes on a chair before getting into bed. She thought she probably should let her eyes adjust to the darkness, but it was only a couple of steps to her bed.

“AAAHHHHH,” she yelled stepping on something next to the bunk bed.

Sharon woke up and immediately began feeling around under her sheets. All she felt was her nightshirt and the sheets.

“AAAAHHHH” Amy screamed again when she bent over to pick up the object her foot found by mistake.

“Oh, no,” Sharon cried realizing that her new dildo accidentally fell out of the bed. That is what Amy’s foot found.

Very much like Amy, Sharon did not have much of a social life, nor was she wise to the ways of the world either. Financially she had a bit more money, but a severe case of acne made Amy seem like an overweight beauty queen.

Sharon got down from the top bunk crying and put on her nightshirt to apologize to the only friend she had on campus. Amy didn’t have many more friends either. They sat on Amy’s bed.

Like Amy, Sharon was a young 18. She had short reddish-brown hair on her 5-foot 5-inch frame. She was not really overweight, but like most girls, felt she needed to lose a few pounds. And like Amy, her family lived a couple of hours away. Academically, while college challenged Amy, Sharon struggled. Unlike Amy, Sharon’s folks gave her a better allowance, in hopes she could pay for whatever tutoring help she might need.

“I’m sorry for startling you, Amy. I guess I turned over the wrong way and this thing fell out.”

“That’s OK. I’m better now. It was just a shock. I didn’t know what I stepped on. I hope I didn’t damage it.”

Seeing Sharon feel the small slender dildo in the darkened room was one of the few sexual pleasures Amy allowed herself. The only light came from under the hallway door jam or the parking lot lights.

“It’s OK.”

“Can I ask you a personal question?” Amy asked. “I didn’t know you had one of those. Were you hiding it?”

“No. Actually I bought it this afternoon. I just became so lonely that I decided that I had to try and find out what a lot of the other girls were talking about. You were at work and I didn’t have anyone to talk to. I knew that you got off at ten, so I wanted to get back and use it before you got here. I didn’t know you were going to work late. I guess I showed how stupid I really am letting this thing fall out of my bed.”

“You’re not stupid,” Amy told her roommate as she put her arm around her shoulder. “To tell you the truth, I’ve been pretty lonely too. I wish I had some extra money to afford one of these things. But I guess my fingers will just have to do.”

“Would you like to try it? I mean, I’ll go into the bathroom and stay there so you can have some privacy.”

“That’s just about the sweetest thing that anyone has ever said to me,” Amy said crying. “Sometimes I get so frustrated. I really don’t know if this life is worth it all.”

“I felt a lot better after I finished. I mean I dosed right off and, well let’s not rehash that. Really Amy, you need to give yourself some enjoyment. You’ll sleep a lot better. I’m kind of proof of that.”

“It really did help?” Amy asked.

“Go ahead. I need to go to the bathroom anyway. I’ll just wait until I hear you’re done.”

“No Sharon. I mean, look. We’re friends. I’m not going to let you sit on the commode while I’m in here. Stay with me. Please. I want you a part of this. We’re all each other have. I don’t know a lot about sex, but I do know that it’s meant to be shared. I want share this moment with you, if it’s OK with you.”

For the first time since her senior prom, and only the second time in her life, Amy opened her mouth to accept another tongue. It was her first lesbian kiss.

Neither girl really had much kissing experience but the warmth of each other’s soft tongue went immediately to their crotch. Both began to gently rub themselves clits through their panties as they enjoyed the taste of saliva from another.

“This is really the first time that I’ve ever”

“Me too Amy. I mean you’re doing things to me that I only dreamt about. Please don’t stop. Kiss me again.”

As the two girls began another amorous exchange, Sharon began rubbing Amy’s leg. In response Amy opened her legs, hoping that during the continuation kiss that Sharon would move her hand closer to Amy’s now very moist panties.

The two youngsters used their hands to explore another’s still clothed bodies. Even in the dark room the two could clearly see each other, or at least the silhouette. It was during the third and longest romantic kiss that Sharon moved her hand to the bottom of Amy’s nightshirt and began lifting it. Amy made not attempt to stop her.

“Oh,” Amy chuckled as her raised arms made contact with the bottom of the overhead mattress.

“I’m sorry,” Sharon apologized. “We don’t have a lot of room.”

“Let’s drag both of these mattresses to the floor. We’ll have plenty of room there.”

After placing the two mattresses side-by-side, both girls knelt facing each other for another lover’s kiss. Even before breaking that kiss, they began lifting the other’s nightshirt. Amy first raised her hands. She knelt only in her panties. Sharon then raised her hands. She wore no underwear.

During the next kiss the young women fell onto the mattress.

“Take off my panties,” Amy asked. She arched her back and hips as Sharon removed the final article of clothing. Now both completely naked, then again embraced each other, feeling naked flesh on naked flesh.

Getting back to their knees, they knelt facing each other so their hands could explore wherever they wandered. In between there were soft moans of pleasure and sexual excitement as the desire between their legs began to intensify all the more.

“Do you want to use this now?” Sharon asked handing the dildo to her friend.

Without a word, Amy took the toy. She touched the dildo tip to below her chin, down her neck and slowly moved it between her young breasts, past her stomach, over her navel, past her lower stomach and finally down to the hair line of her thick and hairy pussy.

“Just let your mind wander,” Sharon whispered softly into Amy’s ear as they gently fell to the mattress. “Take your time and enjoy yourself. You deserve it.”

Amy moved the tip all around her pubic hairline and then onto her hip and leg joints. As she moved to toy to her inner thigh, Sharon gently kissed Amy’s cheek and caressed her short brown hair and tender face. Amy’s mind wrestled between her strict up bringing with her fleshly desires. She finally gave in.

Taking a deep breath, Amy moved the dildo to her very small vagina entrance. With her right hand she pleasured her pussy as the left one pleasured her breasts. She slowly inserted the plastic toy. Sharon gave her another light kiss on her cheek.

The feeling of the small and slender toy was the first time Amy experienced anything other than her fingers internally. She savored the bliss the toy gave her as she slowly moved it in and out.

“Let yourself go wild,” Sharon whispered into Amy ear as she again kissed her friend’s cheek. “Stick it in as far as it will go. The deeper the better. You think that you’ve reached the end, but it’s your hymen. You need to pop it. It will bleed and hurt for a minute, but it’s OK. It’s only natural. Then you’ll be able to go in a lot deeper.”

“OOOhhhh,” Amy moaned as she felt the toy rub against the hymen. “Here is goes. Hold on to me Sharon. Please.”

Sharon grabbed both of Amy’s shoulders and kissed her cheek as Amy broke through nature’s wall with a soft yell. She felt the blood, but the fire deep within her being was still blazing. She continued rapidly playing and pleasuring herself, amazed at how deep she really was. The new sensation put her into ecstasy.

Sensing that Sharon was about to kiss her cheek again, Amy turned her head so the two would again exchange a lover’s kiss. During the kiss, Sharon began cupping Amy’s breasts and played with the hard nipples.

“OOOhhhh,” Amy moaned again and again. “Please don’t stop. OOOhhhh. Please play with my tits. OOOhhhh. Suck them. OOOOOhhhh. Please don’t stop. You’re making me cum. OOOhhhh. OOOhhhh. I want to cum for OOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhh. OOOhhhh. OOOhhhh. Oh. Oh.”

As Amy concluded her climax, Sharon gave her a long kiss, much longer than any of the others. After caressing each other in silence for a few minutes, Amy spoke.

“You were right. I feel so much better. The little bit of pain was worth it. I don’t want this to end. You need to give yourself the same pleasure again. I want to help you cum.”

Amy picked up the very moist toy to wipe the mixture of blood and womanly secretion off. Sharon grabbed the toy and rubbed Amy’s life juice on her breasts before moving it to her mouth.

“I wanted to taste you,” Sharon said.

“I’m still very wet and very horny. I want to taste you too.”

The two girls then went into a head to crotch position.

Amy felt Sharon parted the hair and spread her wide open. She then felt the sensation of the tongue that was in her mouth moments ago now licking the pink and moist flesh.

In the mean time, Amy looked up. As she spread Sharon apart, there were so many crevices of flesh waiting for her tongue and fingers to explore, Amy felt like a little kid on Christmas morning. She didn’t know which present to open first. All she knew was that everything would go from good to better to best.

As Amy felt Sharon spreading and lapping at her, she returned the pleasure in Sharon’s folds. Instinctively both began arching their backs as the pleasure of the young and slippery tongues on their no longer innocent pussies intensified.

During the pleasures she was both giving and receiving, Amy wondered for an instant why her mother never took the time to explain this part of life to her. She also recalled hearing the same types of sounds she made earlier coming from other rooms in the dorm. Then she forgot about the past, being content with the present.

“Oohhhh yeah,” Sharon moaned. “Keep licking me. Keep licking me. Ohhhh, keep licking me. You’re so good that you’re making me cum.”

As Amy licked all the more, Sharon also stepped up the pace on the other end. She grabbed the dildo and inserted it into Amy’s now open pussy. Sharon found Amy’s clit and began sucking on it.

“OOOOOhhhhh,” Amy moaned almost instantly. “OOOOhhhh, keep doing that. Keep doing that. OOOOhhhhh God. OOOOOhhhhh you’re making me cuummm.”

Sharon had found Amy’s g-spot with the dildo and knew it almost instantly. As Amy continued licking and lapping Sharon’s folds, she felt a second orgasm and released it into her partner’s mouth. Sharon’s tongue licked every drop of fluid Amy produced.

“OOOOhhhhh yeah.” Sharon moaned. She could no longer control her lusts and wanted to cum on the dildo. She tossed it to Amy. “Make me cum. Stick this dildo in me. Fuck me with it.”

Amy wasn’t exactly sure what to do but remembered what Sharon had done to her. As Amy watched the dildo disappear into Sharon’s crevices, she found Sharon’s clit and began sucking it.”

“OOOOhhhhh yeah, that’s it. That’s what I want. Keep fucking me. Keep eating me. OOOOOOOhhhhhh yeah. Fuck yeah. OOOOhhhh. Oohh. Oh.”

Sharon’s pussy exploded as Amy quickly lapped the love juices. Sharon was still enjoying the remainder of Amy’s love product.

Ten minutes past before the two got up and changed positions for a long kiss. In the mean time, they just played and explored each other.

“I could just stay like this all the time,” Amy said as her fingers ran in circles around Sharon’s nipples. “I’ve never had anyone make me feel like that. You’re right, I do feel so much better now.”

“Unfortunately I haven’t had anyone make me feel like that either” Sharon admitted. “Even when I masturbated earlier, it wasn’t as good as what you did. I don’t know exactly what we found, but it got both of us so damn horny that we didn’t waste any time shooting off.”

Pausing to reflect in silence a few seconds, Sharon continued her thoughts.

“You’re the only friend I have on this campus. I think we just became even closer friends than I ever imagined.”

“I don’t have many friends either. But I don’t need any other friends as long as I have someone like you. Tell me, did you buy that dildo in a store or get it on-line? Please tell me. I’m going to have to find some money and buy one.”

Sharon explained that she drove to a store in a city about an hour away to protect her identity. She told Amy about the different toys and pricing.

“Do you have to work tomorrow?” Sharon asked.

“Yeah, from one to ten, but I’m off all day on Sunday. With the football game on campus tomorrow afternoon, we’re going to be really busy too.”

“Let’s do this. Why don’t I pick you up at work tomorrow night? This store is open 24-hours a day. I’ll drive because I know you’ll be tired and I have plenty of gas in my car. But we can go over there and see what they have. If there is something you want, I’ll buy it and you can pay me back whenever.”

“You’d do all that for me? Oh, Sharon. That is about nicest and sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“Let’s just sleep here on the floor tonight,” Sharon suggested. “I can’t bear to sleep alone now.”

In the morning they woke up about ten o’clock and enjoyed sex again before Amy had to get ready for work.

A few minutes before ten, Sharon pulled into the packed parking lot and waited until the top of the hour before entering the restaurant.

“Amy, I hate to ask you now but you see this crowd. Can you work another hour or two?” her manager asked.

“Believe it or not, I am supposed to be meeting someone. My friend just walked in. I’m sorry, but we made some plans to go somewhere tonight.”

“No, I’m sorry that I asked you. I didn’t realize you had something planned. We’ll make it fine here. I hope that you and your friend have a great time. You worked hard today. You need to enjoy life more. All work and no play makes Amy a dull girl. And you know what Amy? You seemed to be in a great mood today. I don’t know when I’ve seen you more relaxed and sure of yourself. I mean even when it got really hectic during the rush before and now after the game, you seem different – and for the better to. You and your friend have some fun. I’ll see you next week. Good night Amy.”

After Amy changed in the bathroom, they started on their trip. During the ride she realized that the pleasure she experienced did not stop at the dorm room door. Her manager noticed the change, even though he did not fully realize the specifics. Sex had a positive side benefit.

“You’re all I thought about all day,” Amy told Sharon as they pulled onto the Interstate. “I just couldn’t keep you out of my mind. All I seemed to think about is what we did last night and what we’ll do tonight.”

“I couldn’t study today either,” Sharon conceded. “You’re a big reason for that but also with so many folks on campus and the excitement with everyone going to the game, I just sat and waited patiently for the time to pass.”

The two girls rambled until they passed a large billboard for the store.

“That’s where we’re going,” Sharon said.

“I’ve seen that sign several times, but I’ve never pulled over. Sharon, will anyone know us?”

“You never know for sure, but I was in there for almost a half hour yesterday and I didn’t see anyone that I knew. Don’t worry. It’ll be OK.”

There were three cars in the parking lot but they were parked far away from the door. There was a man standing near the doorway in what appeared to be a uniform.

“Don’t pull in yet. Drive up the street for a minute,” Amy asked.

“Sure. We can wait for a few minutes. That’s OK. I did the same thing yesterday a couple of times. Let’s get a coke or a bottle of water and some chips. Then we’ll come back. But I think those cars belong to the people that work there.”

“Do you think so? Well, let’s just go in now. Who knows, in 15 or 20 minutes there may be 4 or 5 cars there and parked much closer to the front door too.”

Sharon pulled into the very bright parking lot and parked in the space closest to the front door.

“Good evening ladies,” the man said. He indeed was the private security. “Your car will be safe here. I think we’ve already had most of our customers tonight.”

The guard’s words relieved Amy. He opened the front door. There was a large black wall inside a small hallway that hid the store goods from view. On the wall hung a large white sign in red lettering. “Must be 18 and over to enter. No children allowed. If sexually explicit material offends you, do not enter.”

To the left was another black wall, with a white sign and red lettering. “Thank you for your business. Please come again.”

To the right was a thick black curtain. Sharon went first. Amy followed. They were the only patrons in the store. Two clerks stood behind the counter – a man and a woman. The store had soft lights. A local rock radio station played softly in the background.

The two girls began to browse around the store leisurely. They passed the DVD’s, video tapes, magazines, oils, candles, incense and other merchandize on their way to the back of the store and the shelves of sex toys. Amy noticed security cameras everywhere.

“Can I help you find something?” the clerk said a few minutes later. “My name is Lisa and if I can help you or you need to ask a question, please let me know.”

“We’re just looking right now,” Sharon said. “We’re probably going to buy a toy but just not really sure yet what we want.”

Lisa could easily see that she had two novice customers. She seemed about 30 but with the sweetness of an older sister.

“Can I make a suggestion? You tell me much money you want to spend and I’ll show you want we have in that price range. Don’t be afraid. We probably won’t have any customers coming in here for hour or so. Don’t be concerned about someone hearing what we talk about. A lot of young girls come in here. They’re just like you. They’re shy or afraid and don’t know exactly what they want either.”

“I bought a dildo in her yesterday afternoon and now my friend wants one.”

“I wish I was here yesterday afternoon but as you can see, they have me stuck on the graveyard shift. I guess that’s why my manager wants me to work this shift. He knows that some girls wait until very late at night before coming in a place like this. They’re scared of seeing someone that might know them or running into some perverted men. That’s why we have a security guard in the parking lot. Can you show me what you bought?”

“I bought one just like this, only mine is purple.”

“Do you girls know why there are different colors on these toys?”

“Why?” Amy asked.

“It’s so you can easily tell which one belongs to who.”

Then looking at Amy, Lisa asked sweetly, “What is your name?”

“Amy.”

“Amy, is toy going to be for you?”

Amy shook her head but did not say anything.

“My first suggestion is that you buy something other than purple.”

Lisa explained the dangers of sexually transmitted diseases especially when sex partners use and climax on the same dildo. Both girls paid close attention to Lisa talking about personal hygiene.

“What is your favorite color Amy?”

“I like pink and green. I guess pink is my favorite.

Lisa handed Amy the same style dildo but in pink.

“I guess I’ll buy it,” Amy said after noticing the price. She then handed the toy back to Lisa.

The clerk noticed that both girls showed an interest in other more expensive merchandise but figured that this would be their only purchase.

As Lisa walked back to the counter, she winked to her co-worker. He went to a distant part of the store pretending to dust the merchandise.

Handing a small business card to each customer, Lisa said, “Here is my card. Call me or leave me a voice message or send me an e-mail before you’re ready to buy something else. Our web site is on the bottom of the card and you can price our stock. We can also drop ship anything to you in plain brown box if you don’t want to come by. But if you want to visit, and I hope you do, find out about my work schedule. I don’t work for a commission, but I enjoyed helping both of you tonight and hope you’ll come by again.”

“Thank you so much,” Amy said. “I don’t know when exactly we’ll be back but we will be back. I saw a lot of stuff in here that I’d like to get but I’m going to have to save some money first. But you’ve been so nice, we wouldn’t want to go anywhere else but here and we want you to help us with our next purchase.”

“Me too. I mean, I can probably afford something else tonight, but maybe I better save up to buy something really special.”

Lisa smiled at both of her young customers as she swiped Sharon’s credit card and put the purchase in a plain black plastic bag that contained no advertising. In the bag she also put brochures that dealt with STD’s and personal hygiene. She wrote some web sites where the girls could learn more about those subjects and also how to make themselves pleasing to each other. Lisa knew that she had earned repeat business.

After leaving the parking lot, Amy took the toy out of the bag and held it for most of the drive.

“Lisa was really sweet. I’m glad she waited on us. Thank you for buying this for me. I’ll pay you back a couple of bucks a week.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it. It wasn’t that much. In fact, even if you never give me one red cent, I feel like I’m still coming out ahead. I didn’t realize the thing about STD’s. I guess we better take her advice on a lot of other things too.”

As much as Sharon wanted to speed home, she didn’t because of all the police on the late night highway. Still the time passed quickly as they talked about what they learned about becoming a woman. The talk excited both girls. They got back to campus shortly before 1 a.m.

Sharon turned on the lights and got her dildo out of the dresser. Amy pulled both mattresses to the floor. Sharon turned off the overhead light but left a very small wattage light on in the bookcase. They could easily see the difference between the pink and purple toys.

The two girls knelt before each other and kissed romantically, each holding and licking her dildo. They tossed the toys aside as they undressed each other. After another romantic kiss the two went back to the 69-position.

Amy had the purple toy within easy reach. She used both her hands to spread Sharon’s lips apart and enjoy the folds of her womanhood. Amy licked and lapped up the fullness of Sharon’s warmth, placing her tongue into crevices she swore were not there the night before. She had Sharon moaning within a few minutes.

Amy sucked on Sharon’s clit. When she wasn’t doing that, her hand rubbed it while her stiffened tongue delved deep into the wetness enjoying even more the taste she acquired less than 24 hours earlier.

At the same time, Amy felt the same sensation between her legs, as Sharon seemed to improve her pussy eating style overnight.

“Please stick that dildo into me,” Amy begged. “Fuck me with it. Make me cum again.”

Sharon spread Amy clefts wide open and then inserted to toy. Her vagina took it without trouble.

“Oh that feels so good. That feels so fucking good. Keep fucking me. Don’t stop fucking me.”

The sensation Amy felt as Sharon gently twisted the toy while moving it in and out brought Amy off instantly.

“OOOhhhh, fuck. OOOhhh fffuucckkk. Oohhh.”

Amy knew she had to make Sharon climax so she went about twisting the toy in her partner’s pussy. Sharon came just about as soon.

The two stayed locked in their 69, while the gently explored each other’s body.

“Stick your finger in my ass,” Sharon said. “It’s OK. If that feels anything like what I’ve felt already, I want the dildo in it too.”

It was easy for Amy to play with Sharon’s ass because the heavier Amy was on the bottom. Sharon also encouraged Amy by licking her clit to more she played with her ass.

“Poke your finger inside!” she whispered. “It’s OK. I’ve never done this myself but I don’t think you can hurt me.”

Amy spread apart Sharon’s ass. The aroma was far from pleasing.

“I can’t Sharon, but not for what you think.” Amy told Sharon about the odor.

“Let’s take a shower. You heard what Lisa said and what we talked about on the way back. We both need to be clean for each other. We have the whole night for each other and all day tomorrow. We’re not in a rush.”

Sharon agreed saying that she too had to battle against Amy’s workday scent, which was less than feminine. Sharon took her shower first. Meanwhile Amy looked at the brochure and even accessed one of the web sites.

After Amy finished showing, Sharon handed her a bottle of perfume.

“I think this is the first time in six months that I’ve worn perfume,” Amy chuckled.

“I was looking at some pictures of women while you were taking a bath,” Sharon said. “I think I need to go back into the bathroom and take another bath. Most of the girls I saw had trimmed their pussies. Some of them were even completely shaven. I’m not going to shave completely, but I probably need to trim a lot of this fur. It’ll make it a lot easier to see what I have.”

“Maybe we both need to trim each other. I’ve never really done that before. If anyone is going to take some scissors and a razor down there; it’s going to be you and no one else.”

First Sharon used a pair of scissors and a comb to clip all of Amy’s hair above the comb. Amy was pleased with the new look, but wanted more.

“Shave between my legs,” Amy said pointing to the computer screen with a girl that had a small amount of hair in a triangle above her clit but no hair between her legs or in her ass. “I want to look like that girl when you’re done.”

“I’ll try but I don’t want to hurt or cut you.”

“Don’t worry. I want to be pretty for you. I’ll be as still as I can be.”

Amy kept her legs wide apart and user her fingers to expose herself. Sharon struggled with the razor, but realized the feel of the cold sharp steel on her warm wet flesh – warm and wet in more ways that one – excited her lover. Amy gasped several times, each time encouraging Sharon to continue. Several times Sharon said that she didn’t realize how many different crevices Amy had.

“How does it look?” Sharon asked about 30 minutes later and handing Amy a small-magnified mirror.

“Oh Sharon, you made me look great. I feel so sexy. I can hardly wait for you to lick me.”

“You’re going to have to wait dear. It’s your turn to shave me. I want to be sexy for you. I want you to find and expose all those crevices in my body.”

Now it was Amy’s turn to struggle with clipping and shaving Sharon. Nearly an hour after they last had sex, the two women had a new and attractive look between their legs.

“Now are you ready to stick your finger into my ass?” Sharon asked. “I want you to fuck my ass with your finger first and then with the dildo.”

“If I’m not ready, I don’t what excuse I can use,” Amy chuckled. “Thank you for understanding why I didn’t want to do that earlier. I’m glad that we both waited. We probably seemed like a couple of dumb ass kids to Lisa, but she’ll never know how much we used her advice.”

“She probably knows and is still laughing at us for being so stupid and naïve. But I don’t care what she thinks. All I care about is pleasing you. I probably need to make some basic changes to my appearance anyway. This was a good place to start.”

The two kissed. Sharon got on top again as they went back to the 69-position and began licking each other.

“I didn’t realize how much of you the hair covered,” Amy said as she began licking her lover. “You look so much more like the woman we saw on the Internet. You smell so much better too.”

Amy was not afraid to poke her finger into Sharon’s pussy or ass. That is what Sharon was doing to her. Sharon felt so warm and moist but really she was hot inside. She wiggled around to increase the pleasure sensation.

Amy’s right forefinger explored and fucked Sharon ass, while her left thumb and index finger held Sharon’s hood to clearly exposed clit. Amy moved her tongue from the labia to the clit and back again as Sharon began secreting more juice. All the while Sharon was moaning in pleasure.

“Fuck me with the dildo. Fuck my ass.”

Amy picked up the dildo and slowly inserted the purple toy into her lover’s ass. She watched it disappear slowly as Sharon struggled accepting it. Sharon moved her hand down to help Amy guide it into the anal opening.

“Please make it go in further. It’s got to go in deeper.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Fuck me deeper. The hurt feels so good. Please, stick it in deeper. I’ve never had this much joy.”

Amy applied continual pressure on the toy until finally Sharon had taken about four of the six inches. Sharon was really moaning in pleasure as Amy rhythmically fucked the virgin ass with the purple dildo.

“I can’t get it in any further. If I stick in any more, it will disappear and I won’t be able to pull it out.”

“Just keep fucking me. It feels so good.”

Amy increased the pace of the ass fuck and also rubbing her friend’s clit. She licked Sharon’s pussy until finally Sharon gave the scream of joy. She again exploded into Amy’s lustful tongue.

“Hand me the dildo,” Sharon said. Amy put the toy into her friend’s hand as she continued enjoying the nectar of love. Sharon tasted her ass for the first time.

After Sharon tasted herself, she went back to work on Amy’s now well trimmed pubic region. Sharon admired her razor handiwork as she licked all around Amy’s labia and stuck her tongue into the urethra. Amy was already very moist, but Sharon applied plenty of saliva on her partner’s every sensitive organ. The pleasing fragrance coupled with the desire to make Amy climax repeatedly spurned Sharon on to a new level of pussy-eating.

“Oooohhhh,” Amy quietly moaned. “Ooohhh keep doing just that,” as Sharon sucked gently on the clit, while inserting and twisting the pink dildo slowly then rapidly into the vagina. She also began to play with Amy’s asshole but never entered it. As Amy arched upwards, Sharon stuck her tongue into the ass momentarily but then returned to the pussy, which was much easier to access from the top.

“Oooohhhhh ffuucckkk. You’re fucking me so good. Keep fucking me. OOOhhhh. Don’t stop fucking me until I cum. OOOhhhh. I’m going to cum for you. OOOOOOhhhhhhh. I’m cuming. OOOhhhhhh. Eat me now. OOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oooooohhhhh fffuuuccckkk. Ooohhh,”

The two young women played with each other and their toys the rest of the night. They savored each other’s juices. In the morning they woke up about the same time, still in a head to crotch position.

“Good morning Sharon,” Amy said kissing her cheek. “How do you feel? Is your pussy irritated like mine?”

“That’s the way I love waking up. Yeah, there’s a bit of irritation but I think the more we learn to shave each other, that won’t be a problem. How did you sleep?”

“It took me a few minutes to fall asleep. That’s because I was thinking. Sharon, I have something important to tell you.”

“Can it wait until after I use the bathroom?”

Both put on a nightshirt before using the bathroom and brushing their teeth. They came back to the mattress. Sharon kissed Amy while removing her nightshirt.

“Before we do anything else, I have to tell you something,” Amy said kneeling naked in front of her lover and looking into her eyes.

“Wait a minute, Amy. I have a feeling that you want to tell me something important and I want to show you that there is nothing between us and we have nothing to hide.” Sharon removed her nightshirt. Both women were completely naked and kneeling closely together.

“Friday night when I came in the room, I was a little girl,” Amy said crying. “This morning I feel like I’m a young woman. You’re the reason for that. I think between talking to Lisa and then after we showered and you shaved me last night, I seem to feel much more confident about myself.”

Amy went on as she began holding both of Sharon’s hands.

“I have to call my mother after lunch. I’m going to tell her that I’ve started growing up. I’m not a little girl any more. I’m finally learning how to put the pieces of life’s puzzle together. I don’t know what the final picture is going to look like, but she has to give me some space. I’m not going to tell her all about you and me just yet because she’ll throw a bitch fit. But I will tell her that I’m learning to stand on my own two feet. When I fall, I’ll pick myself up. I’ll live with the decisions I make because it’s my life and not hers. And you Sharon are a big reason for helping me to realize that.”

“Oh Amy, thank you for telling me that,” Sharon said through the tears in her own eyes. Amy continued.

“I’m going to need your help Sharon. Last night I decided to make some radical changes in the way I live. I’m going to lose some of this weight so I can be more attractive to you. I’m going to let my hair grow down to my shoulders. I’m going to start looking like the woman I want to become. If you see me eating too much, please tell me to stop. That’s going to be the hardest part. But I know I can do it, especially with your help. You’re the only person that’s ever really cared for me.”

“I’ll help, but you have to help me too,” Sharon said as she wrapped her arms around Amy’s waist. Their knees, pussies and nipples touched. Amy held Sharon the same way.

“It’s time I became a woman too. You’re right about what happened last night. I feel more confident today, despite being a bit irritated down there. I think my diet and my lifestyle need to change. Maybe eating better and exercise will get rid of this stupid acne. I want to look better for you. I want to get good grades for you. We’ll help each other survive. I’ll be there when you need me, because you’ll be there when I need you. We’ll pick each other up. It’s like we’ve said before. We are all each other really have. Help me become a woman too. I finally have a reason to be a woman.”

“Before I call my mom, let’s enjoy each other as women.”

“And then we have to take a bath,” Sharon said with a big smile. “We’ll fix our faces and hair then get something nourishing to eat. After lunch you make that phone call. I have to spend about five or six quality hours studying today. Then before we go to bed, let’s work out at the fitness center for an hour. We can shower there. By that time, we’ll be ready for more intense exercise here and night of sound sleep before classes tomorrow.”

The young women kissed and caressed to seal their pact before engaging in their first sex as true women.

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“I’ve always been fascinated by lesbian sex,” Andrew said feeling the wild abandon of the alcohol cloud his better judgment.

“I’ve always been fascinated by lesbian sex,” Andrew said feeling the wild abandon of the alcohol cloud his better judgment.

Julie burst out with giggles before Andrews step sister frowned at him and said, “Why would you say something like that to me?”

“Because you are a lesbian!” Andrew shouted slurring the words a little.

“I… I… what makes you think I’m a Lesbian?”

Andrew’s drink paused in mid-air to his mouth, “Because your room is right next to mine and you two aren’t quite. Even with the music playing I can still hear your moans.”

“Shit!” Julie said before hiding her blushing face behind her hands and falling into giggles again. Julie was what she called a preppy Goth chick. She wore dark lipstick and eyeliner but didn’t fall into the black clothes. Tonight she wore a hyper-pink top that left little to Andrews’s imagination as well as the skin-tight jeans he wanted to peel off.

“If you tell mom I’ll kill you!” Leah threatened, pointing a finger at Andrew’s nose.

“Chill out,” Andrew said taking a drink. “I won’t tell anyone anything. I don’t care if you are gay I think it’s hot.”

“I’m your sister!”

“Fuck! Step sister and for all of two seconds. If we had met a year ago I would have smashed that shit.”

Julie giggled again but her eyes dropped to Andrew’s crotch where the swollen shaft of his cock was easily seen. “What about me?”

Andrew’s eyes snapped to Julie’s small breasts as he licked his lips saying, “Both of you are hot as hell. Too bad you are lesbians because I would love to have a threesome with you.”

“Ass hole,” Leah said throwing a pillow at Andrew and laughing.

The sudden assault caused Andrew to dump his drink down the front of his shirt so he quickly pulled it off revealing heavily carved abs and sleek tanned skin. Andrew was what caused blind women to stop and stare though he didn’t seem to notice.

Julie’s giggles caused Leah to glare at her. A silent conversation between the two girls referenced conversations they had had weeks before.

“I don’t mean to offend, like I said, I’m fascinated by lesbians. As a guy I know how great it feels to slide my cock into pussy. I just kind of figured it was the same way for girls having a cock slide into them. Lesbians are missing equipment so to speak!”

“They make dildos,” Julie said before turning red again and hiding her face.

“They make fake pussy too but guys still want the real thing. Don’t you miss it?” Andrew asked.

“Miss what?” Leah asked.

“She hasn’t ever had one,” Julie said still staring at Andrew’s bulge.

“Fuck, never? Then how could you know you are a full fledge lesbian?”

“I never said I was,” Leah hissed.

Andrew blinked and then drained his glass.

“Take your shorts off,” Julie demanded.

“What? Now?”

“No, tomorrow stupid,” Julie chastised Andrew.

“What are you…” Leah stopped when Julie held up a hand.

Andrew stood up and hesitating for only a moment dropped his shorts to the floor and kicked them aside. He was completely naked now his hairy legs a stark contrast to his shaved crotch. The large erection now hanging out in front of him pulsing. Julie moved to Leah and tugged off her clothes until she was naked, Leah’s large breast heaving in the cool air as her nipples hardened. Silently, Julie had taken control of the siblings easily and was now directing them to the couch. Leah took her position on the edge of the couch as Andrew sat next to her with eyes roaming wildly.

Julie quickly tugged off her tight jeans and panties before releasing her small A-cup breasts to be consumed by Andrew’s wild eyes. Feeling elated she slipped between her best friend’s legs sliding one hand up Leah’s thigh and the other up Andrew’s thigh. Julie hadn’t told anyone her fantasy about getting with a brother and sister before and this might be the only chance she got. Leah’s whimpers of pleasure quickly became groans as Julie sucked and licked on her tight opening. Julie’s fumbling hand found Andrew’s shaft and teased him as her tongue brought Leah closer to orgasm. Andrew’s boldness consummated as he squeezed Leah’s right breast, her momentary flinch of surprise softened into more moans so he continued squeezing and pinching the nipple.

“Yes, fuck yes!” Leah shouted as a wave of pleasure racked her body. Julie kissed and bit at her inner thigh until she recovered then ordered Leah to her knees taking her place on the couch. The girls switched and Leah pressed her mouth to the smaller girls waiting pussy.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Andrew said beginning to stroke his cock.

Julie slapped him to stop and said, “Put that cock in my mouth already.”

Wide-eyed Andrew fumbled around until he was standing on the couch, his sisters’ head beneath him as he pressed the tip of a very swollen cock to Julie’s lips. She took him inside sucking and licking his bulging head, as her mouth loosened for him she pulled on his hips until he was sliding deep into her throat and back out again. The thick hard cock pulled free of her mouth a few times so she could catch her breath while the mouth on her pussy sucked and licked her to what would be an earth-shattering orgasm.

“Fuck my throat hard,” Julie demanded sucking Andrew’s head back into her mouth. The sexy boy didn’t hesitate to slam his shaft into her throat bouncing her head back and forth on the couch cushions. Julie’s orgasm was all the stronger because both brother and sister were pleasuring her. The screams of pleasure were muted by the thick cock slamming into her throat but the violent tremors of her body caused both siblings to step back and watch her pleasure.

“Are you okay?” Andrew asked when Julie slid to her side on the couch still shaking.

“Fuck yeah, that was amazing!” When she had recovered enough she began barking orders again bending Leah over the edge of the couch and stacking more cushions for her to lay on until Julie was laying on the couch with Leah’s mouth back on her pussy and Andrew standing behind Leah.

“Fuck your sister, Andrew,” Julie ordered. When Leah tried to protest Julie’s hand forced her head back down. “Be gentle it’s her first time.”

Hesitating, Andrew just watched the smooth sexy ass in front of him. This was his dream come true but he wanted Leah’s permission to fuck her and as if knowing what he was waiting for she reached back and pulled her cheeks open for him.

“Fuck!” Andrew said pressing his slick cock to Leah’s wet pussy, the tip of him slipped in instantly and Leah bucked at the sudden intrusion but he just pressed in further, slowly working his thick shaft deeper.

“That’s fucking hot!” Julie said as Andrew pressed his hips to his sister’s ass filling her completely. “Does your sister’s pussy feel amazing?”

“Yes, she is so tight and hot,” Andrew said beginning to slide back and forth building speed as he fucked her.

Leah’s head lay on Julie’s thigh now as she pressed three thin fingers into Julie’s pussy, both girls were whining and moaning. The moment between the three of them burst suddenly as Leah received her first penetration orgasm. Julie screamed as her body shook and Andrew pressed deep inside Leah and grunting released a thick load of cum. The trio’s orgasm broke as suddenly as it arrived sending the sex-soaked bodies in different directions gasping and struggling for air.

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Tom meets Jane who introduces Carla her friend. They end up in a unexpected threesome

It was a usual Friday night out with my friend Dave. We casually had a few drinks in our local before hitting the town. Once in town we bumped into a hen party, unbeknown to Dave I had arranged to meet Jane who was part of the girls hen night. Jane was a beautiful 26yr old blond haired girl with a fantastic pair of 36c tits, which matched her shapely, curvy figure to suit her 5ft 8ins height.
I introduced Dave to Jane has my new girlfriend. This pleased Jane because we had only dated 3 times in 2 weeks. Jane was holding my hand, she whispered in my ear and kissed me on the cheek.
Dave said, “Tom you never told me you had a girlfriend.” I replied, “I was not sure to call Jane my girlfriend because we’ve only had a couple of dates.”

Jane chirped in and said, “Yes, me and Tom have a lot in common and I enjoy being with him.”
As we were getting to know each other one of the girls from the hen grabbed Jane’s hand and dragged her onto the dance floor. Dave and I proceeded to go to the bar and order some drinks.
Dave said, “Tom how the hell did you pull that beauty. Where did you meet her?” I told Dave, “We met at the gym, she has recently joined and become a member. Jane goes regularly to the classes to keep herself trim.”
“Wow” replied Dave, “are all the girls as fit as Jane”.

I laughed and said you get a genuine mixture of old, young, fat, slim bid tits small tits. Someone for everyone i suppose”.
Jane returned with her friend from the dance floor. She introduced, “This is my friend Carla, she’s just got back from a weeks holiday in Ibiza. The lucky bitch, i could do with a holiday like that”. Dave and I laughed we thought it was funny.
Carla asked, “Will you be joining us down the night club later?” Carla was standing on one foot, her right foot was rubbing against her left calf. She flicked her straight black hair gently to the side, and began twirling it in her right hand.

Dave said, “Maybe”. whilst staring at her gobsmacked. I pushed Dave’s chin up to close his drooling mouth. He was slavering at the jaw. I was also mesmorized by her beauty. She was the same height as Jane but a little slimmer with a flat stomach. Her tiny black dress covered her sexy ass and lifted her braless tits. The back of the dress only came up to her waistline. The girl was obviously showing off her tan to match her brown eyes, the girl had Italian parents and did not need too much sun.

Jane asked, “Do you want to come clubbing with us?” Before Dave could answer i said, “No, we can’t tonight.” Dave was fuming! to say the least.
Jane said, “Don’t forget about tomorrow morning, come round and help me move some furniture.”
I replied, “I will be round at about 9.30am. Have a good night tonight”,
Jane responded by kissing me full on the lips, opening my mouth and twisting tongues.
Carla grabbed Jane my the arm and said, “Come on we better get going and catch the rest of the girls up before we lose them.”

Dave a I went to a couple of more bars before making our way home. Dave told me about Jane’s ex. Apparently the guy is a full on body builder, and a bit of a prick. Mick her ex is now going out with a butch girl who helps him with his weights.

Saturday Morning.

I arrived at Jane’s house on time and rang the door bell. After about 5 minutes Jane answered the door. Her long wavy blond hair looked sexy resting on her nice breasts. She wore a white T shirt, her nipples were protruding and pink shorts which sowed part of her ass cheeks.
Jane said, “Hi handsome.” She gave me a cuddle and a long smouldering kiss, locking our tongues. This was the longest kiss we had together.

I ran my hands down the sides of her curvy waist. I rubbed, grabbed and pinched her sexy ass. Jane pulled the back of neck with her left hand and she pulled me closer with her right hand. My cock was now fully erect and I was rubbing it against her crotch. I broke the kiss and moved my hands inside her T shirt, gently pushing her fantastic breasts and twisting her erect nipples. Jane was moaning with pleasure and her hands had slipped into my jeans grabbing my arse.

I kicked the door closed with my foot and manoeuvred her against the hallway wall. I tried to push my right hand down her pink shorts but they were too tight. I undid a couple of the buttons and managed to get as far as her pubic bush. My mouth was kissing and sucking on her tits and nipples. This felt great, she was moaning louder I thought she was going to melt.
Jane gently pushed me away and said, “steady cheeky, we can.t carry on because Carla is upstairs and i don’t want her to see us like this.”
Jane kissed me and said, “Do you want a coffee.”
I replied, “Yes all this teasing as made me thirsty.”
Jane said, “Don’t be like that, i wasn’t teasing.”
We both laughed and went into the kitchen.

“So were is this furniture you want moving?”
“It is a couple of chairs and table, i want to move them in the kitchen. Mick will be collecting them next week.”
“Do you have the key for the garage?”
“It is upstairs on my dressing table, but don’t wake Carla if she is still sleeping”.
I replied, “What? you and Carla slept together.”
“Hey cheeky! it is a girly think, we already arranged it a couple of weeks before the hen night.
I slapped her arse before making my way up to her bedroom.
I quietly walked into the bedroom. Carla was asleep her arse was not covered by the bed sheet and on closer inspection i could her vagina in full view. My cock was fully erect again. I wanted to go up to her and lick both her arse and vagina at the same time. That girl is drop dead gorgeous i thought.
I went over to the dresser. Carla sat up startled saying, “What are you doing in hear?”
I said, “Jane said it was ok for me to come in and get the key for her garage.”
Carla sat up in bed but the bed sheet did not follow her and her glorious tits were in full view. They were tanned she had been sunbathing topless. They did not sag but stood up to attention.
Carla raised her right arm high in the her and began to yawn. Her left hand grabbed the bed sheet and she covered her tits.
Carla said, “Can you make me a coffee i will be down in a minute.”

I looked down on the bedroom floor. I could see Jane’s sexy black panties with a pink bow, her bra the same colour and a black thong in a pile all together next to the bed. I wondered if they had a bit of girly play. I looked a round for a dildo or sex toy but could not see one.

After we finished moving the furniture the three of us sat in the front room a little exhausted. I noticed both Jane and Carla were still tipsy from their Friday night out. Jane said they did not get in until 5.30am.
Jane began to probe Carla about her holiday it sounded like she had a bit of a fling or holiday romance, and she was trying to keep it a secret.
Carla was blushing and said, “Yes the holiday was good and we had a lot of great nights out. What did i tell you last night. I can’t remember.
Jane began teasing Carla saying, “you mentioned the two guys you and your friend Sarah met.”
Carla said, “I will tell you later when we are alone.”
“Oh! don’t mind Tom he won’t repeat anything.”
I said, “I don’t mind, carry on. I would have been surprised if you had not met anyone.”
Carla was only 19 years old and i thought she was very mature for her age. She said, “I am not telling you my secrets if you guys don’t tell me yours.”

Jane jumped up of the chair and said, “yippee we should play truth or dare.”
“I thought you only played at night and with a few shots.” I am 32 years old and the girl gave me a sympathetic look.
Carla said, “Ok who goes first?”
Jane replied, “We will draw straws and the longest goes first.”
Carla was first, Jane second and luckily me last.

Jane said to Carla, “Tell me about your holiday romance and have you ever had a lesbian fling?”
Carla replied, “Fuck off you bitch! What did i tell you last night?”
Jane could not stop laughing. I thing Carla was too drunk last night and must have said a lot.
Carla blushed over her tanned cheeks. She looked sexy being caught out. Carla figited whilst sat on the chair. She raised her feet off the floor and brought them up to her gorgeous tits. She was wearing the little black number from last night, and by the look, she was not wearing her thong. I was sat next to her and Jane was sat on the floor in front of us.

“Ok ok I will tell you about my holiday.”
“Sarah and I met two guys a couple of days before we were going home. On the first night we played a drinking game and Sarah and I had to with tongues for one minute.”
“During the kiss we touched each others tits and squeezed each others arses.”
Jane said, “Did you enjoy it.”
“Yes it felt good and the end of the kiss, Sarah had my tits out and was sucking on my nipples.”
I said, “What did the two guys say.”
“Not much, but there cock were rock hard. Sarah turned to one of the guys and kissed him whilst putting her hand down his shorts and played with his cock.”
Jane was now excited and she got up off the floor and sat next to me on the chair. I put my arm on her waist and began rubbing the side of her right tit.
Carla was twisting her hair with her left hand, her right hand was strolling her leg just above the hem line on her dress.

“What happened next!” said Jane, enjoying my right hand caressing her right breast.”
Carla said, “We left the guys and went back to the hotel room. When we got back to our room Sarah’s hands were all over me. She had my tits out and her hand up my dress pulling my panties down.”
Carla took a breath, my cock was rock hard. Jane was becoming quite horny gripping my leg with one hand and her other hand lifted her T shirt high so i could touch and play with her nipples.
Carla said, “We were both drunk and Sarah jumped into bed with me. She tried to push her fingers up into my vagina but i would not let her. She was kissing my nipples and playing with my tits.”
“Was it good did you like it?” asked Jane.
Carla said, “It was wonderful, i was kissing her nipples and playing with her tits. Then Sarah got out of the bed and returned with a big bottle f shampoo.”
Jane laughed and said, “The dildo shaped one, every girl should have one so I have been told.” Jane’s hand was now touching my erect cock through my jeans. I tried to get may hand down her pink shorts but they were still too tight. I asked her to undo a couple of buttons.

I quietly moved my left hand onto Carla’s leg, she placed her hand on top of mine and slowly helped glide it under her dress. I gently stroked her inner thigh on her right leg. Her legs were too close together for me to glide up to her pussy.
Jane asked, “What did Sarah do with the shampoo bottle.”
Carla said, “To cut a long story short, i rammed it up her vagina until she came. Sarah said it was one of her best orgasms ever. She wanted me to experience the dildo but I would not let her. However, once she came down to earth I let lick my vagina.”
“How did it feel, I’ve never had a girl experience.” asked Jane.
Carla replied, “It was fantastic, although i did not say that to Sarah. It was the first time I have experienced a girl.”
“Will you be experimenting again with Sarah.” asked Jane.
Carla blushed and said, “No i do not plan too! but you never know. Now Jane it is your turn! What is your secret?”

Jane blushed, she was twisting her long wavy blond hair in with her right hand. I removed my hand from Jane’s tits and arse. I also removed my left hand from Carla’s hot thigh.
“Now Jane!” I said out loud. “Carla has stuck to her bargain, tell us one of your secrets?”
Carla said, “Tell us about this sex tape you made with Mick!” Jane was red as a beetroot.
“Hey I told you never to mention that.” Jane was annoyed at Carla for talking about it. Carla giggled and laughed leaving Jane seeming.

This story is to be continued !!

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Grandmother and son in surprise encounter, plus Steve blackmails wife with new information

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Deception is a Two Edged Sword

The next day my mother in law woke up in my office with a drunken hang over. She made her way to her bedroom and sank into the queen size bed. She didn’t wake until after noon. By then her daughter was up stumbling around with a migraine.

I asked my wife into my office and we talked a few minutes. She had taken a Imitrex pill for the migraine. Her mother had left behind the shawl covering with the fur trim. She didn’t seem to notice, or care. I didn’t know which. It only took me 10 minutes to get her naked and her kissing my dick. She didn’t do oral, but I got my phone and took pictures of her kissing it. Then some pictures with my camera. Fortunately it was close at hand. I pretended to fuck her and for all the world, it looked like the real thing. She let me play on the excuse “I was needy.”

I ran my hands over her body and took pictures of her to match the ones I had of her mother. I thought matching mother daughter pictures in the same outfit was appropriate now that I knew for sure she was going to divorce me. In some of the pictures I thought it appropriate to put my dick between her butt cheeks to simulate anal sex, the camera could not tell. Then I got her laying on her mother’s penoir as naked as the day her mother brought her into the world.

I put the pictures on the same thumb drive.

Later that evening my ex was back in bed still zonked. She hardly had any memory that she and I had sex. She was in a daze. Migraines hit her that way. She would be stupid as a post for two to three days. I thought I would up the ante a little so went in and took some pictures of her laying in bed. I pulled the sheet back and saw that she was naked. I took pictures of her laying there in different poses as much as I could get her to cooperate. I then left as she was totally out of it and had gone limp.

More pictures for the thumb drive. I ran down to my office den and hooked up the camera and down loaded them to my computer, then to the hard drive. If we did get divorced, I knew I had some good stuff to keep her quiet. I already knew my line, “and if you don’t, you will see these pictures on the internet.”

Her son Zac wanted to talk to her, I told him she was out of it and couldn’t but he insisted. I told him she was indisposed, it didn’t matter. The favorite fair haired child insisted and without me knowing it went in to see his mother and talk to her. Twenty minutes later he came out and went to his room. The little rat. He was so spoiled I wanted to take him on a camping trip out in the wilds of the high Sierras and make him rough it. I discounted it on account he might not make it back.

Sitting on the couch his grandmother said under her breath “he is just like his grandfather.”

“Oh?” I asked.

She brushed me off, then said “he always gets what he wants.”

I wondered what that meant. I decided to make a trip to the local security shop and get me one of those pin cameras without anyone knowing it. It didn’t take much of a drive. I am not to far from San Diego. When I got back I decided that later that night would be a perfect time to do a little Christmas decorating in my wife’s room. A wreath, some LED lights, and a tiny camera to go with it.

The kid was gone in his car when I got back. I knew he would be gone until after midnight. I was thankful we had bought him the car, it kept us from having to run him around. When I got done my chore with the lights I started to rummage around for some dinner. My mother in law suggested we get us some fast food. I agreed and we made a trek to Pizza Hut. Sitting there I was quite comfortable with her looking around the restaurant. I didn’t know anyone, but being with her was fine with me. I had screwed her and the world hadn’t come to an end, yet. I thought maybe she was telling the truth, maybe my wife really didn’t mind me having sex with her mother.

“God I’m sore,” granny said.

“Oh?” I asked innocently.

“I feel like I have been screwed 50 times.”

“Oh?” I acted innocent.

She looked at me and smiled. “You working in your office again tonight?” she asked.

“Yea, I am” I said.

Nothing was said after that. There was no flirting, no sexual banter, just boring talk about the weather, doctors appointments she had in San Francisco. Stuff I really didn’t want to hear or talk about.

Two hours after we got home granny showed up, ready for more. This time she wasn’t drunk. She had only a couple of glasses of wine and was mellow, but not drunk. She was in a black corset with red ribbons across the top of the bodice. The legs cut high on her hip. The underwire shelf bra jutted her bosoms out into the room so much I thought I could rest a can of coke on them and it wouldn’t tip over.

She wore black stockings and black high heals. She was a true slut with her hair up tied in red and black ribbons. Owing to what we did the night previous I just walked up to her and put my hand on the big boobs and squoze them. She loved it and put her hand on my dick. She unzipped my pants finding it and began to fondle it. I was prepared wearing athletic pants and a t-shirt. I took the shirt off and dropped my pants leaving me with nothing but silk boxers on.

We didn’t talk as we stood and fondled each other. Her breasts were large, soft and round. All natural they were something I had missed in both my first marriage and current marriage. They were really great to feel.

“I need your help,” I said.

“What?”

“I need you to help me with your daughter for a moment, then I would like to fuck you again, how is that?”

“Sure,” she said.

I led her into my wife’s bedroom and pulled back the sheet.

“I need to help her turn over and sit up a little, she is zonked. Can you help me?”

As we struggled to get my wife up she said she needed to pee. She didn’t even notice how her mother was dressed. We helped her into the bathroom and I stood back and let the two women hang on to each other as I took a picture, then two. I got four more as granny struggled with her getting her back in bed. She laughed that I was taking pictures and asked to see them.

When we got back into my cave I pulled the pictures off the camera. She enjoyed seeing herself with her daughter. I don’t know if she saw them like I saw them or if she saw them in innocence. But it didn’t take me long to find out.

“Too bad we couldn’t have a threesome,” I said as one of the pictures looked like she was sucking her daughters tit bending over her in bed. She wasn’t, but it sure looked like it.

“You would do that?” she asked.

“Sure. I screwed you didn’t I? If she doesn’t care that I do, and you don’t care, why should I care if we three get it on?”

Then she shocked the hell out of me. “I would love to have a picture of me with my daughter sucking my tits.”

“Let’s go,” I said.

We got up and went back into my wife’s bedroom. We turned her over onto her side while granny took her clothes off except for the nylons and got in bed with her. The pictures went well. My wife laying in a pose sucking one tit then the other. The thing is given the opportunity she really did suck that tit. It was like she was hung over or had taken a date rape drug of some kind. She was totally pliant. If we said open your legs she moaned and did. If we said open your mouth she did. I’d never really seen her this far gone before. I maneuvered her around so her head was in granny’s lap. With a little tilt and moving around, it looked like she was sucking her pussy. Annalise had pushed her panty hose nylons down making it very real.

“Did you get that picture of her so it looks like she is sucking my pussy?” she asked.

“Yea, hot huh? It will go well with the others you let me down load. Hot.”

“Actually, I would like to suck her pussy,” she said.

“I can arrange that,” I said. It just couldn’t get better could it?

She gave me a sly look and said “that wouldn’t be fair would it?”

“She will think it is me,” I told her.

We moved her around and I had granny take a picture or two of me sucking her pussy. She came around enough to simply say “oh I’m not in the mood, maybe later ok?” and then zonk her head hit the pillow. Quickly I got up and granny got in between her legs and I got some really good pictures of her tongue on my wife’s clit, and further out clearly showing mother eating out daughter.

“Have you ever sucked her off?” I asked.

“No, with what her father tried to do, she is real off about that. She was five when he started getting her to suck his dick. I found out and tried to put a stop to it. But not until she was eight. Then kicked his sorry ass out.”

“Did you mind all the other stuff he was doing, like not with your daughter, but with everyone else, and you doing everyone else?”

“Would I be fucking you if I did?”

“Did you have threesomes with him?” I asked.

“Threesomes!” she laughed as I pulled up the pictures.

“You saw those on the internet. Three, four, five, men, women, any combination or age he wanted. I was anything and everything to him, he was rich, I was poor. I fucked him, my father in law, his uncle, a brother in law, and three other women all in one night all in the same house with everyone else watching or participating. His dad shagged me at the same time as he did, one in one hole one in the other.”

“Geez, we might be more compatible than me and your daughter,” I joked. It was an effort to get her talking. I poured more wine as I put the pictures up on my four screens.

“One night his mother was being fucked by his father and he asked me in for a threesome. My ex said to do it to make him happy, I did. She ate my pussy like a fucking lesbian. I was there more for her than for him. I ate her pussy for an hour while he fucked me doggy style. It was great.”

“We could get her drunk and you could eat her pussy while I fuck you,” I said pointing through the wall towards her daughter.

“If you do that, I will do that, good luck. I’m off limits to her, she will fuck lot’s of things but not me. The only reason we got what we did was she thought it was you and couldn’t resist. I didn’t know she took such heavy drugs.”

“I didn’t either. Usually she is just sleepy and out of it. But she is like drunk and limp in someway I can’t really explain.”

“She had a boyfriend in college, they did drugs and everything that came into the dorm room she fucked. She went through half the football team in one night. All the starters on both offense and defense anyway.”

“That’s about half,” I said. “She told me about that, and about having a lesbian room mate that wasn’t lesbian, just took showers together.”

She laughed and laughed. “Yea, that lasted a year and a half.”

“No shit?”

“And she had one she drank with and went to parties and they would dance at this guys ski lodge. They played musical partners. When the music stopped. That’s the one you fucked. Sooner or later you end up fucking everyone that is there, both male and female,” she winked. “Then she wanted kids, so she quit and married her first husband. He turned out to cheat on her after her third child so kick him out. You, you are convenience,” she said.

I was feeling comfortable enough with the talk and pictures to reach over and fondle a boob. I bent to one knee and sucked on a tit.

“God you are good at that. I’m so sore from last night,” she said.

“Thanks,” I said as my hand went to her pussy rubbing it.

She put her head back and started to get high. She took another drink of wine and put a hand on the back of my head pushing toward her pussy. I went there and rubbed my face on her mons pubis, hair and licked her clit.

“I could rip those off of you,” I said playing pointing to the panty hose.

“Oh god, I love it rough, do it,” she said.

I had never had it rough. Never played that way. Suddenly it sounded fun. I stood up and grabbed her nylons with both hands and began pulling at them. I dug my fingers into them and ripped them.

Then yanked her to the floor and turned her on her front yanking at the seamless pantyhose tearing them off of her. She protested grabbing at them trying to hold them on as I ripped them to shreds ripping them off of her hips freeing her pussy. I pulled my boxers off and as she started to crawl on hands and knees toward the door I grabbed her legs and pulled her back into the center of the room holding her legs high in the air.

I pushed them out to each side holding her ankles looking down at her vulnerable and exposed pussy. I locked her legs between my arms and sides and slid down to her pussy my mouth landing on her. I bit her engorged clit and made her squeal in pain and pleasure. Quickly I rose with her pussy juices on my lips and told her to lick them off. As she did I forced my dick between her legs finding her pussy opening.

I rammed my dick into her in one thrust. She arched her back and protested. I slapped one of the big boobs and told her to shut up and take it. She liked it rough, though there was no pain involved. She had cum last night, and she came that night looking for the type of fun that turned her on. It seemed she was the perfect woman who liked sex so much she was insatiable. Only her body held her back on what she would or could do.

“Do you think all that stuff you told me I believe? Not for a minute, it was designed to get me horny enough for me to fuck you, now you are getting fucked, so close your trap and take it.”

She laughed smugly at me “I guess you’ll never know then if you don’t believe me.”

I rammed my dick into her and humped her for all I was worth. I kept grabbing her thighs pulling them up as far as I could like I had seen in the pictures. She was older now and not as limber, but I did get her legs up and over my shoulders as I fucked her. She came to a climax, then a second as I pounded her.

After her third I let her legs go. I pulled out and rolled her over shoving her forward until her head bumped against the chair she had been sitting in the night before. I separated her legs and pulled myself up between them sticking my dick up into her doggy style grabbing her hips pulling them into me. Her tits hung down dangling back and forth as I fucked her. She groaned over and over as my dick rubbed against her g-spot. “Oh god, oh god,” is all she could say.

“Oh god…” she would pant, “oh god,” I rammed myself into her.

I pulled her back away from the chair so her elbows rested on the carpet then her head. My well greased dick went back to her anus. I tried to shove it in but it wouldn’t go in. I slapped her butt on one side then the other, but she wouldn’t relax.

“Relax you horny slut I’m going to fuck your butt. You like that don’t you,”

“Yes, but I’m not into BDSM, just rough.”

“Get up, I have an idea.” I told her.

I took her to my shower and put her in it. I turned on the water and took the hand held shower massager and turned it to jet spray. I shoved her against the wall and when the water was hot stuck the spray into her but hole.

“Oh god, it’s hot, oh god, it’s hot.” She complained.

She stopped complaining when her butt relaxed and shit plopped out. I washed it down the drain and stuck the wand back onto her butt hole.

Soon I took my dick and placed it on her wide open relaxed butt and jammed it into her. I put the handle back on the wall and turned the rest of the shower heads on sending hot water over her backside and down my front as I screwed her. I pulled her hips into me hard as I thrust my dick into her. Just as I was about to cum I stopped and pulled out.

I took a bar of soap and turned her around.

“Wash me, and suck my dick,” I told her.

I turned the water jets down as she got down on her knees. She didn’t last long there and we had to turn around so she could sit on the seat in the shower. She washed my dick and balls then sucked me off as I fondled her tits and pinched her nipples until I came to a climax.

I made her open her mouth and watched the cum shoot into her mouth watching her swallow it all. When I was done I let her up.

“You are good” I said.

“You don’t know the half of it,” she said as she took hold of my dick and started to jack it off. I thought she was dreaming about getting me hard again. After all, I was 43 and she was close to 60. I hadn’t had that much sex for a long time. But she knew her stuff and knew how to get me excited playing with my balls and shaft, even my butt hole.

She soaped up my anus and stuck her finger in it while she jacked me off in front. Her lips kissed me everywhere, and her teeth nibbled at my tits while her finger massaged my prostate. Her other hand worked my dick and balls and within minutes I was hard again.

She turned me around and just as I was about to cum she put my dick in her mouth and put two fingers up my butt. It was excruciating pain and pleasure all at once as I came, and came, and came to the longest climax I ever had.

When we got out of the shower and were drying off I walked over to her and fondled her tits, they were gorgeous tits. She looked up at me.

“You aren’t the only one that is good, how was that you stud?” she said.

“Lady, you are one horny old lady and I think you know ten times more than I do and have 100 times the experience.”

“You bet your shiny white ass,” she said smiling at me.

Later, I was able to turn the tables on her. I told her I wanted a clean shaven pussy to play with, and was able to shave her later in the shower. I took my razor and soaped her up and started shaving, then put shaving cream on her and slowly bit by bit shaved that pussy as bald as her butt.

After getting it clean I sat down on the floor of the shower and had her stand over me and licked her pussy. It was great. I could not tell the difference between hers and her daughters or any other woman’s pussy I had eaten no matter the age. She rocked on my head and tongue coming to climaxes.

“Okay, this is really good, can we change something? Will you do something for me?” I asked.

“Sure, whatever you like by now big boy, what do you want?”

“I want to lay down in bed and you sit on my face facing the wall so I can eat your pussy and fondle your boobs at the same time, will you do that?”

“Oh hell yea, let’s go.”

She started to walk out of my den, but I stopped her. “The couch makes into a bed,” I said. We folded it out and I laid down. We adjusted the pillows so she could kneel alongside my face putting her pussy down on it. It was wonderful. I could reach up and play with her boobs as I tongue fucked her. I was in heaven.

“God you’ve got one great tongue” she said while rocking on my face.

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I am sitting on a chair in front of a wall length mirror and I am enjoying being the centre of sexual attention for a male and a female. I am relishing being completely naked apart from a pair of stiletto heels and some expensive perfume with my legs wide open.

I am sitting on a chair in front of a wall length mirror and I am enjoying being the centre of sexual attention for a male and a female. I am relishing being completely naked apart from a pair of stiletto heels and some expensive perfume with my legs wide open while my man is tongue fucking me.

My girlfriend Jasmin is visiting on a return visit from Melbourne following my recent visit to her home town and she is watching with rapt attention, as I enjoy my man Peter licking and teasing my almost bald cunt lips as I tease my erect nipples and watch myself in the mirror.

While I was in Melbourne recently I emailed Peter every day with details of what I was doing. Peter says I am a very sophisticated and sexy lady with a voracious sexual appetite, which I must admit I made full use of when I visited Jasmin and her partner in Melbourne.

I am Mireille, of French descent, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from my man, bi-sexual, though I didn’t need a great deal of prompting.

Jasmin and Peter are also naked and we are just out of the spa after a flirtatious dinner during which I told both of them, “I am to please and be pleased.”

“I will pass on that tonight while I recover from my jet leg, but I would love to watch you two,” Jasmin smiled.

“Did you know Mireille licked me like that when she was in Melbourne. She was very good. Can I have the same again while I am here? My man also licked Mireille like that while I watched. I think she likes an audience. I know I do,” Jasmin tells us as she avidly watches me be pleasured by my man.

“Yes, you can have the same again while you are here,” I tease. “I have been looking forward to it very much, so has Peter.

“I love an audience. Would you like to watch me suck his cock? He has a rock hard erection, our two naked bodies have turned him on. Look at the size of his thick, nine-inch erection. I need at least two orgasms first though, at least two. You know I am multi-orgasmic.”

As Peter motions for me to lift my body up so he can put two hands under my ‘glorious, firm and rounded ass’, in his words, at the same time I place my right foot on his shoulder.

“Want some help to get there?” Jasmin asks as she stands behind me and teases my erect nipples with her fingertips as she tongue kisses me.

I can feel myself reacting immediately and I am breathing very heavily, as I tense and whisper to both of them, “Keep teasing me, tease me with your tongue, tease me, tease me.”

As Peter digs his fingernails into my ass cheeks to heighten my pleasure (there is a fine line between pleasure and pain), I am groaning as I pull his head into my cunt with two hands. “That is so good, four hands and a talented tongue pleasuring me. Orgasm one.”

I can sense Peter is determined to keep pleasuring me as Jasmin positions herself so she can lick my nipples as Peter increases the tempo of his tongue on my cunt lips.

“I love having my nipples licked, especially at the same time as my cunt lips, love it, a man and a woman pleasuring me at the same time, double pleasure, I love it,” I almost scream hardly aware of what I am saying.

I love having another woman watching me suck a man’s erection and demonstrating my sexual prowess. The feeling of power and control over a man while blowing him and teasing him as he nears orgasm is an aphrodisiac to me.

“I did this to your man in Melbourne a few months ago,” I tell Jasmin as I lick Peter’s absolutely throbbing erection and scratch his balls. I am still sitting in the same chair and he is standing and obviously enjoying flaunting his erection for Jasmin.

“He loves another woman watching me suck his erection,” I tell Jasmin as I take Peter’s cock between my lips. “And so do I, a huge extra turn on for me.

“He says my technique is his benchmark. Sometimes we have threesomes with another much younger man and I enjoy watching the other man blow him before the other man has me, oral sex only though.

“And without exception Peter gets another erection and masturbates while he watches. Not sure who has the stronger sex drive, him or me,” I tell Jasmin as I tease Peter by taking his erection out of my mouth and then taking almost the full length back in.

“You are a very exciting woman Mireille, you are turning me on watching you sucking your man’s cock.”

I can sense my man is very close to cumming as he tenses, “Masturbate for both of us, show us how good you are, I love watching you masturbate, I love it,” I tell him as he flaunts his erection for Jasmin as he looks at her naked body for extra stimulation.

In less than a minute Peter is almost screaming, “Watch me cum, watch me cum,” as he shoots a huge load.

“Wow, can’t wait,” is all Jasmin says as she bids goodnight.

During Saturday lunch the next day Jasmin tells us she well over her jet lag and asks if the three of us can play together for the rest of the afternoon, “This time I am to please and be pleased, let me entertain you both. You really raised my libido performing while I watched last night. Any special preferences?”

“Peter has only watched a woman pleasure me a few times, and you were very good in Melbourne Jasmin, I want that.”

“My absolute pleasure Mireille, shall we start with a spa for three?” Jasmin smiles as we undress each other and kiss like teenagers.

“Now you Peter,” Jasmin says as she helps Peter undress and they kiss like teenagers while I watch in a very aroused state.

My bi-curious side has really kicked in today and the thought of my man Peter watching Jasmin lick my bald cunt lips again until I orgasm, more than once I hope, is very exciting for me. And I wonder what Jasmin might do for Peter?

“I want to fuck you with my tongue like I did in Melbourne and you did for me,” Jasmin tells me as we tongue kiss.

“And I want to fuck you with my tongue while your man watches,” Jasmin whispers to me as she teasingly licks my erect nipples.

I love having my cunt lips pleasured while standing up and thrusting my body forward. This time is sexual magic with Peter standing behind me and holding me as he teases my erect nipples. I can feel his erection against my ass cheeks as Jasmin kneels in front of me as she licks and teases my cunt lips while he kisses my neck.

I am very aroused and close to my first orgasm as Peter kneels behind me and commences licking and kissing my ass cheeks, something I love. It is especially good while Jasmin is pleasuring my cunt lips. The way another woman licks my cunt lips is always different to a man’s technique I muse, though I really do enjoy either very much, especially with another person watching, and even better participating.

In our bedroom mirrors I can see both of them pleasuring me, one my ass and the other my cunt lips, which is huge turn on for me.

I feel sure both of them can feel by body tensing as I hold back my first orgasm to heighten my sexual pleasure.

I am suddenly aware I have not spoken a word since Jasmin commenced licking me, even though they have both been whispering to me. As Peter digs his nails into my ass cheeks and Jasmin flicks my clit with her tongue I start groaning with pleasure and have a huge orgasm. A tongue and lips on my ass and my cunt lips simultaneously really is magic as they both keep pleasuring me in sync.

After relaxing with my first orgasm I lose count of how many others follow in quick succession as Jasmin pleasures me like only a woman can.

I can feel Peter’s rock hard erection against my ass as he arches and pushes my torso forward toward Jasmin’s lips to heighten my pleasure. Jasmin knows I love a vibrator in me while I am being licked and she is prepared, as she slides a very thick one into me, slowly increases the speed and licks my clit at the same time. And then I squirt in a torrent.

“What shall we do next?” Jasmin smiles teasingly without waiting for an answer as she takes Peter’s roaring erection in her hand and leads us both to the bedroom.

“You can fuck me tomorrow while Mireille watches. Today I want to blow you while Mireille watches. And I want Mireille to join in,” Jasmin tells us she licks his cock while Peter is lying on the bed.

“Now kiss him while I suck his cock and watch and enjoy,” Jasmin tells me in a whisper.

Tongue kissing your man while another woman is expertly blowing his cock is something I had done before and every time I enjoy it even more. The vibe and sexual excitement is something magical for me as another woman is determined to blow my man while at the same time she is determined to demonstrate her sexual expertise for both of us.

Watching another woman’s technique as my man soaks up her sexual ministrations is very exciting for me and I am sub-consciously teasing my cunt lips with my fingers as I watch her thriving on his very engorged cock.

“Is she good baby, tell me I need to know? How far away are you? What else would you like me to do?”

“Sit on my face so I can lick your cunt lips.”

“Like this baby, is this what you wanted?” I ask as position myself so I can watch Jasmin working on his erection.

I love his hands holding my big ass as he slides my very wet cunt lips along his tongue.

I can feel his excitement building – and mine – as Jasmin lets his erection slip out of her mouth and licks both sides of it and then blows on it.

“I love sucking your rock hard cock, especially with Mireille sitting on your face while she watches me. Mireille said you could fuck me tomorrow while she watches. Will you be ready for that? I will.”

Without another word Jasmin sucks and licks the tip of his erection as she runs her thumb and middle finger along the full length of his erection.

I can tell by the increasing intensity of Peter’s lips on my cunt lips coupled with the pressure of his hands on my ass cheeks as he digs his nails in to heighten my pleasure that he is close to orgasm. Very close.

I am also close to orgasm as I sub-consciously tease the tips my erect nipples while I watch Jasmin pleasuring my man’s magnificent erect cock with her tongue and lips.

“Your turn on is my turn on baby. Is she good? I love watching your magnificent cock in another woman’s mouth. Can I watch you fuck her tomorrow? I really do want to watch,” I tease knowing that my commentary will bring him off and me as well.

Right on cue Peter tenses and shudders as Jasmin sucks and strokes his erection very hard while Peter groans as he orgasms. My orgasm follows immediately as Peter’s tongue pleasures my cunt lips.

As he orgasms Jasmin asks rhetorically, “Was that good?”

“Absolutely awesome,” we both answer as one.

Later in bed that night I tell Peter, “I am going to watch you fuck Jasmin tomorrow. I owe you that because as you know her partner fucked me while I was in Melbourne recently. So make it good for me, anything you would like me to do?”

“Surprise me baby,” he smiles as he kisses me goodnight.

At around three the next afternoon the three of us are naked, though Jasmin and I are wearing heels and Jasmin is watching me lick and tease Peter’s cock.

“Before my man fucked you in Melbourne I teased his cock while you watched so he had rock hard erection for you. Do the same for me please Mireille?”

He is responding and is rock hard as Jasmin kisses him at the same time. The sexual tension is palpable and I am looking forward to watching my man fuck one of my girlfriends.

Jasmin takes the initiative and leans over a massage table, legs apart, making it obvious how she expects Peter to fuck her. Ever the ass man, Peter licks and kisses her very good firm ass, one side then the other.

He has a bottle of oil close by, fills his hands with it, then anoints her ass with it, while he fondles her ass cheeks which Jasmin is obviously enjoying.

I am very aroused as he slowly eases his erection into Jasmin as she gasps, “Make it good for me baby, it seems weeks since I had a cock in me, especially one as good as yours. And baby you are hung and thick.

“Come around here and kiss me Mireille while your man is fucking me.

“So good Mireille, so fucking good,” Jasmin tells me as we tongue kiss and I watch my man slowly slide the full length of his nine-inch erection into her.

“I watched you fuck my man when you visited us in Melbourne, now it is your turn to watch your man fuck me.

“A huge turn on for me, especially while you are kissing me. Your man is very good.

“Now lay down on the massage table so I can lick your cunt while he is fucking me.”

The experience and sensation of having another woman licking my cunt lips while my man is fucking her from behind is very exciting for me, especially with her licking me in sync with the thrusts of his cock as his body slaps into her ass cheeks.

After what must be twenty minutes Peter is breathing very heavily and I can sense he is nearing orgasm as he increases the tempo of his fucking. I am very pleased for him and feel a sense of relief that he is paying me back for fucking Jasmin’s partner while she watched.

I am multi orgasmic and and I have lost count of the orgasms I have had while my man is fucking Jasmin as she licks my cunt – love it.

“Your cunt is so wet for me Mireille, so wet, this is sexual magic, licking you while your man is fucking me.

“When can I watch him fucking you?”

“Tomorrow after you pleasure me with your tongue again, you are very good,” I murmur.

“Now baby, now, cum with me, cum with me,” Jasmin is almost screaming.

“Six more strokes, give it to me. One, two, three, four, five, so good, so fucking good,” Jasmin grunts as they orgasm together.

“One more for me Mireille, one more, your man really is a good fuck,” Jasmin is imploring in a whisper as she licks and teases my cunt lips, then I am going to watch your man fuck you tomorrow.

Instead of just one I had a series of strong orgasms while wondering what Jasmin might do while watching Peter fuck me tomorrow. I love another woman watching my man fucking me and Jasmin is out of the box, so I am really looking forward to it.

Around two the next afternoon as the three of us were naked in the spa together Jasmin asked if we had something special in mind for her. “Are you going to have a vanilla fuck or something far more erotic. I am really looking forward to watching you two fuck for me.”

“I love being licked and teased as foreplay before a fuck, especially in a threesome. What can you do to tease me?”

“I could suck Peter’s cock to a rock hard erection while he licks and kisses your gorgeous ass, then your cunt lips? Would that tease you?” Jasmin smiled.

“Yes please,” I answered as Jasmin and Peter positioned themselves.

“Before my man fucked you in Melbourne while I watched, I sucked his cock to make sure he was rock hard and ready to fuck you.

“Is that a tease and turn on for you before I watch you fucking? The look on your face says it is.

“Now come and lay face down on the massage table. We are both going to rub oil all over you, close you eyes and see if you can work out whose hands are doing what?

I can feel one lot of oily fingers teasing my thighs all the way up to my cunt lips and another oiling my ass cheeks and my libido is sky high.

“You really do have a gorgeous big ass Mireille,” Jasmin tells me in a whisper.

“Now turn over on your back, but keep your eyes closed.”

The feel of one lot of oily fingers teasing my very erect nipples while another lot of oily fingers is very teasingly sliding up down the insides of my thighs, then my wet cunt lips before touching my clit is sexual magic and close to ultimate sexual foreplay for me.

I can feel someone’s fingers in a V-shape teasing the sides of my cunt, then harder as the fingers on my nipples tease ever so softly.

“Are you ready to fuck while I watch Mireille,” Jasmin whispers.

“Give me an orgasm before you do, cum for me, I have my other hand on Peter’s very engorged cock, he is very ready to fuck you while I watch.

“Do you like what my fingers are doing to your cunt lips? I love teasing and pleasing you. You are very tense and breathing very heavily. Cum for me, then I can watch Peter fucking you.

“Would you like that? What would you like me to do while I am watching?”

“Masturbate with a vibrator and talk to us while we are fucking,” I reply as I orgasm.

“I have some special items for this very moment I bought from Melbourne with me to to heighten the sexual pleasure for both of you,” Jasmin tells us as I watch her fit a rubber and chrome cock ring on Peter’s throbbing erection and fasten the clasp under his balls.

“Just as well I purchased the largest size, does it feel good baby?” she smiles as Peter teases his nipples while enjoying her ministrations.

“Now wear this French tickler in combination with the cock ring for me, this should be a very memorable experience and fuck for all of us, especially Mireille,” Jasmin whispers with obvious relish as she rolls it on to Peter’s erection.

As I watch Jasmin fit these two items to my man’s roaring erection I realise this could be very memorable experience and fuck to paraphrase Jasmin. I can’t remember the last time I had a fuck when a man used a tickler, but I can remember the incredibly, high levels of enjoyment and pleasure it provided me.

And the thought of Jasmin watching us fucking with Peter wearing her special toys is a big turn on for me, even more so as I watch her fitting an identical tickler to her thick vibrator.

I am sitting on the massage table with my legs off the ground and wide open as Peter eases his tickler shrouded erection into my very wet cunt. At the same time I can see Jasmin easing her tickler covered vibrator into her cunt lips.

We both maintain eye contact and gasp loudly at the same time as the sensation and pleasure of the tickler on our cunt lips registers.

“That tickler is magic in me baby, fucking heaven,” I whisper to Peter as I watch Jasmin orgasm loudly on her tickler covered vibrator.

Jasmin puts her vibrator down and comes over and tongue kisses me, something I love while a man is fucking me.

“What else would you like me to do for your pleasure?” she whispers.

Without waiting for an answer she licks my very erect nipples in turn, with the fingers of one hand in a v-shape on my cunt lips, at the same time her fingers are teasing the sides of Peter’s erection as he slides in and out of me.

“Is that good Mireille? Cum for me baby, cum for me, cum for me,” Jasmin is imploring as she tongue kisses me while I fight to hold back what will be the huge orgasm I can feel building up.

Then Jasmin stands behind Peter while he is thrusting into me and grabs his ass cheeks.

“Come on, fuck her hard, give it to her just for me. Harder baby, fuck her hard, really hard.”

Jasmin’s commentary coupled with Peter’s thrusting sends me over the edge at the same time as he orgasms.

“That really was something,” I tell both of them in the afterglow.

Later in bed that night I tell Peter, “After this I want you to organise another man for me in a few weeks time. We are overdue for a second man. Much younger and very well hung and if he is bisexual he can blow you while I watch – and you can watch me.

“Promise me?”

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Well it seems that Angie takes a little to far again… will this lead to the demise of their relationship?

Although all mention of other people?s existences never come up understand they are there 😉

*WARNING* And as a reminder there is no sex yet? I?m sorry, just romance. (well actually a bit more of the drama than romance but whatever)

Maybe by chapter 3

This is a short chapter, just leading up to a bigger chapter.

Now moving along

don?t vote negatives unless you have good enough reason to do so. But if you do please comment on why you have done so.
And without further ado I give you the next chapter of Angie and Sara?s adventure.

Angie and Sara – Ch 2 The 2nd Kiss

Sara and Angie were preparing for their day away at the beach with towels and a lunch. They didn?t expect to be getting back to their hotel until late. They had both agreed on spending the whole day there at the beach.
The coast was nice looking as Sara drive into the lot. She still had a lot running through her mind but she thought she was prepared for anything that would pop up.

After pulling into and easy spot, they grabbed all their stuff and made their way down to the beach. They found that there was a field of grass aside from the actual beach, with water and sand. And of course they saw steps that led to the beach itself, but they opted to the field given the opportunity to not get there stuff too sandy. After settling in Angie ran off, Sara wasn’t surprised by this; used to her strange disappearances and appearances. A few minutes passed and a couple guys walked by they waved at Sara, and she waved back. She watched as they worked there way over to the other side of the beach. Broken by the sound of Angie talking about how bad the line was plopped herself down on the towels. She was back with a couple of corndogs and a cup full of mustard.
“Here you go” Angie said smiling.
“Thanks, I appreciate it. Sara happily obliged, and dipped her corndog into the mustard and enjoyed. “Well what was the point of bringing lunch anyway?” Sara said chuckling.
“Eh? beats me, guess we can have it later.” Angie said licking some spilt mustard on her fingers.

A few more minutes passed and Sara found herself watching her friend, she never realized how beautiful her friend really looked. She was pretty thin but that seemed to come naturally because of her lack of composure. But on this bodily frame she came blessed with an awesome set of tits accompanied by a tight ass. Sara found that Angie?s tits didn’t really sag, but she knew full well that they weren?t tiny either.

Strangely it seemed just now that Sara was recognizing all of this?
It didn?t take long for Angie to catch Sara peeking at her funny.

“ha-ha enjoying the view?”
“Yes, actually, I am.” Sara replied. Angie was taken aback by this, but then Sara added, “the water here is really serene.”

Angie, chuckled, a little she didn?t see that one coming. Sara on the other hand was glad she could get a little pressure off her through saying small legitimate lies like this. Sara got up corndog in hand and said
“Why don?t we walk?”
“Sure I?d like that.” Angie said.

They took their time along the coastline finishing their corndogs as well as appreciating the cool water. The sun was a little lower now but it was still high enough to give its warmth.

Sara walked closer to the waters edge, feeling its smooth refreshing current running around her angles. Sara closed her eyes; glad to bask in this moment of bliss. Suddenly a strange warm feeling added to that bliss. It was a soft touch like a butterfly?s wing, save it was on her lips. Sara eyes fluttered open and say it was Angie?s lips upon hers. She saw how deeply into this Angie was eyes closed and all. Sara broke the kiss along with its passion.
“What the hell Angie!!?” Sara said
Alarmed Angie?s first reaction was

“I-I-I?m sorry,” jumping at the sound of Sara yelling.

“Well shit Angie?” Sara said panic in her voice, “people are watching?”

“Why would the care? and why do you care?” Angie said ever so quietly.

“I care because? because it?s my reputation on the line?” Sara said walking quickly away from Angie.

Back at the field again, Sara threw her corndog stick at a trash can and missed, not really caring about it kept walking. Angie picked it up and looked at her and Sara?s, and for some reason decided to keep them. Then she ran to catch up with her angry friend.

Sara had grabbed her bag and was shaking her towel of any wind blown sand. She started on her way again and then saw Angie was trying to follow.
“F**king A Angie don?t follow me!” Sara shouted at her, as she did this she found that deep down she knew what she was doing was not what she wanted but fear had grabbed her by the throat and had struck confusion into her mind, locking her heart of what she truly wanted.

“I-I,” ~sniff~ “I?m sorry!” Angie broke down crying. Lips quivering “please don?t leave me?” Angie begged on her knees, corndog stick between her folded hands. With each breath she took her body convulsed, it was both beautiful and saddening. Sara forced her self to rip her eyes away.

“Look Angie, I love you, as a friend and always as someone I can look too, but, please give some space for just right now.” Sara said with most sincere voice she could emotionally conjure up. “Here?s my cell phone,” she said tossing it on the grass. “411 a cab or something? and um? Angie I?m sorry too? maybe in time I?ll see you differently.”

With this Sara readjusted her towel in her arm and made her way to the car parking lot.

It was getting late and Angie was still crying lieing on her towel. She felt she had lost hope.

“Um Angie?” A voice cam from somewhere.

Angie gasped and said

“Who?s there? Please don?t hurt me!” Angie squeaked.

CH3 is on it’s way catch a sneak peek.

“no-no-no, i won’t hurt you, i promise,” the voice said, it was soft, not a deep tone, it seemed stuck at a sort of gay sound… “My names Phillip, i just wish to help you.”

“Can i see you?” Angie said standing up now.

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Yoshiko finally gets revenge on her bully, Kat, fucking the girl hard.

Haunted by the Futa Ghost
Chapter Nine: Futanari Fucks Her Bully
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

“Will this work?” my Ōjo-sama asked, hugging me from behind. Her damp hair brushed my neck. She still wore it loose after our bath.

Our love-making.

“I do not know, Mitsuko-hime,” I whispered. “But I have to try. Tonight is the half-moon. The transition.” It was the last half-moon of Summer. The next would fall on the Autumn Equinox, and that night I had to perform the Kagura and help Kanshu-no-Kami keep the yokai imprisoned beneath the shrine.

And not long after that, Mitsuko-hime would leave her father’s castle to travel to the home of her new husband. This was my last chance to change, to become futanari and claim my Ōjo-sama as my princess and wife.

“Be safe, Sayuri-chan,” she whispered, “as you walk through the cursed woods.”</em

Aokigahara, the cursed woods. A haunt of onryō and lesser yokai. Where hitodama danced beneath the moonlight. A place of death beneath the strangling trees.

But it was also a place of power, a place of transition. Life and death touched there. It was a sympathetic likeness to the transition I would beckon. I took a deep breath, grasping my gohei, the twin shide fluttering as I shifted. I wore my miko vestments, my red hakama and white haori. Bells tinkled with my every movement.

“I will return transformed, Ōjo-sama. I will come back to claim my wife.”

“Sayuri-chan,” she whispered, lips kissing the back of my neck. “I love you.”

With her love wreathing me, I walked north. Above the trees, Mount Fuji loomed, a perfect cone. And on the slopes of that mountain lay the woods. The boundary wasn’t far. I just had to follow the woodcutters paths until they ended.

Only the foolish and the desperate entered Aokigahara.

And I was both.

The sun sank as I walked the trail, gripping my gohei tightly. Yesterday, I had ventured down this very path. I knew where I was going. There was a small clearing just inside the dread woods, a place where the sky could be seen surrounded by the skeletal trees and tripping branches.

As the sun set, I crossed the boundary. It was invisible, and yet I felt the chill. The sounds of birds and cicadas died. Only trees lived in the demon woods. Nothing else. They had choked all the life away. Not even brush grew. The ground was dead leaves crushed into dirt.

I reached the grove as twilight fell. I stood in it, staring up at the small circle of stars. I was in a well of trees, trapped at the bottom. The woods grew darker and darker around me, the trees moving, rustling like there was a breeze.

Branches swayed, reaching. They knew I lived, and they hated it.

And then the moon appeared, half white, half dark. Half male, half female.

I raised my gohei. My bells jingled as I danced the first step of the Kagura, bringing my sandaled foot down hard on the packed dirt. I spun, black hair flying, bells twinkling louder as I swung my gohei. The twin shide rustled as they snapped in its wake. I spun them above my head, turning, pouring out all my thoughts to Hangetsu.

The Kami of futanari.

“Please,” I cried out. “Please, make me futanari! I need the union of the male and the female. For love!”

The moon blazed black and white. Shadow and brilliance fell upon me. Hangetsu answered.

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500 years later…

Yoshiko’s cheeks burned as she faced her bully in the entrance hall of Redwood Academy, the private high school both girls attended.

The busty, half-Japanese futanari licked her lips. The last person in the world she wanted to see was Kat Rollins. The punkish girl advanced, a mocking grin on her pouty lips. A spike collar surrounded her neck, giving her an even tougher look. She thought she could get away with anything.

“Well, dyke? Is that why you’re here?”

The word, dyke, sent a surge of anger through Yoshiko. The nineteen-year-old futanari was a lesbian. She had never hidden it. And everyone but Kat Rollins had accepted her lifestyle choice. At every chance Kat had, she called Yoshiko “dyke” like it should be an insult. Like there was anything wrong with being a lesbian.

And then today, Yoshiko had caught Kat being fucked from behind by Ms. Lindon wearing a strap-on. Yoshiko had always suspected her English teacher was gay. She even had a schoolgirl crush on the older woman. And then to see Kat, her bully, gasping, moaning, loving being fucked by a lesbian—by a dyke—had shocked Yoshiko.

And aroused her.

And now it angered her. Kat was a lesbian, too. Or bi. And yet she took every opportunity to pick on Yoshiko. She was even blackmailed by the bully. Last week, she had been caught by Kat masturbating in the locker room after gym class. While the other girls were showering, Yoshiko had been so turned on by their nubile bodies she slipped into the stall to finger herself.

And Kat caught enough on her phone when she came in early for her gym class.

“Pussy got your tongue, dyke?” Kat laughed, enjoying her joke.

…This girl has no honor… Sayuri, the futanari-ghost, whispered to Yoshiko. After having a hot sixty-nine a half-hour ago, swallowing each other’s essence, Yoshiko and the ghost could finally communicate.

Which is why they were at the school. Sayuri hoped to find the ghost of her princess, Mitsuko, here while Yoshiko wanted to find away to turn her friend Lori back into a regular girl since she had a boyfriend, a great guy named Chris.

“I think you want pussy to have your tongue,” Yoshiko snapped, her anger boiling out of her. She narrowed her round, blue eyes. They were Caucasian eyes, spoiling her otherwise pure Japanese features. Along with her huge tits, her eyes came from her dad’s German family. The rest was all from her mother.

“What?” Kat demanded, eyebrows furrowing. Not once had Yoshiko stood up against the bully.

“I saw you getting fucked by Ms. Lindon’s strap-on today,” Yoshiko hissed. “I heard you admit that you record girls showering in the locker room so you can masturbate to them. I know you’re just as much of a dyke as I am!”

Kat reeled back from the accusation.

“That’s how you caught me. You weren’t there because you showed up early for class. You were there because you wanted to lick all our pussies. You’re gay, and yet you pick on me! Why?”

“I’m not gay!” Kat snarled, her fists balling up. “I like boys, not girls!”

“Then why do you let Ms. Lindon fuck you with her strap-on.”

Color burned bright red across Kat’s face. “I’ll kill you, you fucking dyke.”

Yoshiko gasped as Kat’s hand rose up, arm cocked back to throw a punch. Not a slap, but an actual punch. Yoshiko had never been in a fight before. She didn’t know what to do. Her anger vanished as the fear swelled.

And then Kat gasped and fell to her knees on the ground like she tripped. She groaned, falling onto her hands, too. Her head was right before Yoshiko’s crotch. The sudden image of Kat burying her face into Yoshiko’s pussy shot through the futanari’s mind.

Her clit swelled, blossomed. It pressed froward into her panties. Yoshiko groaned, shaking her head as Kat wiggled on the ground. Her jeans were so tight, molding to a heart-shaped ass. No wonder Ms. Lindon fucked her from behind. That ass is gorgeous.

Those thoughts only made her clit grow into a dick faster. It was so tight, so uncomfortable. The tip of her dick throbbed in need. Yoshiko groaned, shuddering. Her pussy clenched at the friction rippling down her cock as it reached its full girth.

She wanted to fuck Kat so hard. To ram her dick into the bully’s cunt like Ms. Lindon had with her strap-on.

“What the fuck?” Kat hissed, shaking her head. “What is wrapped about my legs?”

…I have her… Sayuri whispered into Yoshiko’s thoughts. …I will not let this shameful woman assault you…

“Thanks,” groaned Yoshiko.

“Thanks?” Kat asked, her face snapping up. “What are you…?” Kat’s eyes widened. “Holy shit, you’re like Miyu.”

Yoshiko blinked and then the words Kat said when she first entered the school made sense. “You came here to be fucked by Miyu,” Yoshiko accused. “You saw her on the video that was uploaded. You thought I was here for the same thing?”

Kat’s cheeks flushed. “That’s not why I’m here. And what the fuck is wrapped about my legs?”

“No, you want a taste of girl-dick. You’re a confused bitch. And the idea of a woman having a dick must turn you on. Huh?”

“No. That’s disgusting.” Kat’s face twisted with revulsion. But her eyes gleamed with something.

Lust? Yoshiko decided to find out.

She lifted her gray skirt up her thighs, exposing more and more of her pale-olive flesh. Kat sucked in a breath, her eyes fixing on Yoshiko’s thighs, following up the hem of her skirt like a dog. Kat couldn’t resist.

You are such a dyke. You want me. That’s why you’re such a bitch to me. What are you, in the third grade?

The hem of Yoshiko’s skirt reached her plain, white panties. She had a schoolgirl-fetish, particularly a Japanese one thanks to years of watching Anime, and so she dressed like one as much as possible from her white blouse, to her gray skirt, to the cute panties a schoolgirl would wear.

Only these panties were tented by her thick cock.

“Jesus, you are like Miyu,” groaned Kat. “Is it real? Are you a real dickgirl?”

“A futanari?” grinned Yoshiko. “Pull down my panties and find out. I know you want it.”

“I don’t,” Kat groaned even as she reached out with trembling hands. She hooked Yoshiko’s panties and pulled them down. Not fast, but slowly, working the fabric down inch by inch, rolling it off Yoshiko’s hips and the swell of her ass.

The tip of her cock appeared pressed against her thick, black bush. The hairs curled around the throbbing, pink tip, precum bubbling out the slit. Kat groaned, tugging down the panties farther and farther. She unveiled more and more of Yoshiko’s girl-cock. It leaned outward, no longer fully constrained by the panties, reaching for Kat’s lips.

Then the bully yanked them down the final inches. Her eyes widened as she stared at the dick thrusting from the folds of Yoshiko’s pussy.

“You’re really one of them,” Kat groaned. “Holy shit, I just thought it was perverts on the internet drawing this shit but… You’re a dickgirl.”

“Futanari,” Yoshiko moaned. “And my dick is fully functional.”

“How?” Kat blinked. “You didn’t have this last week.”

“When you barged in on me masturbating so you could get a look at my pussy and masturbate to it?” Yoshiko demanded, heat in her voice.

“Yes,” Kat groaned. And then she leaned froward and licked the tip of Yoshiko’s dick.

A shudder ran through the futanari. The pleasure ran down her dick. Her pussy clenched and her body ached. Kat’s tongue was heaven on Yoshiko’s dick. The bully licked again, her tongue sliding up the crown, reaching the slit, and gathering the precum.

The drop of clear liquid vanished into Kat’s mouth. The girl moaned, hips wiggling, then she opened her mouth wide and sucked on the tip. Her cheeks hollowed at the eager force of her sucking, sending pleasure shooting through Yoshiko.

“Oh, yes,” Yoshiko groaned, savoring her bully’s lips sucking on her cock, pleasuring her. “That’s it. Oh, you are a futanari-slut. A dyke who wants to love my girl-dick.”

Kat only moaned.

…Oh, yes, she is regaining her honor by pleasuring you… purred Sayuri. …And she is rather beautiful, in her own way…

A loud pop of a fastener coming undone echoed along with Kat’s noisy sucks. Yoshiko groaned as she watched Kat’s jeans pull down her hips, exposing a pink thong vanishing between the cheeks of her ass.

Kat sucked harder, her eyes widening. She felt it, too, the ghost’s touch. Yoshiko grabbed the bully’s short hair, holding tight, not letting her pull her mouth away and look. The futanari savored her domination.

“That’s just Sayuri-chan,” smiled Yoshiko. “You just keep sucking my cock and let the ghost play with your pussy.”

Kat shivered and groaned, but she didn’t stop sucking.

…Such strange garments your people have… Sayuri said as Kat’s thong lifted into the air, rising out of her butt-crack. …Isn’t this uncomfortable?…

“Price for looking sexy,” panted Yoshiko, humping her hips, driving more of her dick into Kat’s mouth.

The thong snapped down into Kat’s butt-crack, bringing a grunt from the bully. Then the invisible hands of the futa-ghost pulled the scanty cloth off Kat’s hips. Small, sucking marks appeared red on Kat’s flesh as the ghost kissed and nibbled. They faded to white as the ghost moved lower, the trail disappearing out of Yoshiko’s sight.

Kat shuddered. Yoshiko knew exactly where Sayuri kissed now.

…She has no hair on her pussy… gasped Sayuri-chan. …She’s shaved herself. Oh, wow, Yoshiko-chan, this is amazing…

“Enjoy,” Yoshiko panted.

The futa-ghost’s throaty moans echoed in Yoshiko’s mind while her bully hummed about her dick. Kat clearly enjoyed what the ghost did, her hips rocking back into the invisible spirit. Unseen fingers pressed into Kat’s ass, dimpling her flesh. Her butt-cheeks pulled apart and then slapped back together as Sayuri devoured the bully’s cunt.

The pleasure humming around Yoshiko’s dick made her sway. Kat’s mouth sucked so hard. Such wonderful delight shuddered through Yoshiko. She quivered as she fucked her cock into her bully’s mouth, striking the back of the throat, loving the pressure as she drew her cock back out of the sucking mouth until only the tip remained.

And then driving in to do it all over again.

Kat’s tongue danced about the tip of her dick. The pleasure raced down her dick to her pussy. Her folds dripped with juices. Her hips shivered back and forth. Her entire body writhed as her moans echoed down the hallway.

“Oh, yes, you little dyke, suck my girl-cock. You love it,” Yoshiko panted. “You want to swallow all my cum.”

…I bet she does. She has to regain her honor by drinking all your cum…

“Yes,” Yoshiko groaned. “Keep sucking and—”

Her words choked off into a squeal of delight. Kat’s finger stroked through the folds of Yoshiko’s pussy then slid inside of her. The friction sent pleasure shooting straight to the tip of her dick. She clenched on the invading digits.

And came.

Her girl-jizz boiled out of her dick in a froth. Load after load pumped into Kat’s hungry mouth. She sucked so hard, draining the cum from Yoshiko’s dick, swallowing rapidly. Kat’s finger jammed deep into the futanari’s spasming pussy.

“Kat! You wonderful dyke!” gasped Yoshiko as her entire body shuddered. The pleasure washed through her. “Drink it all down.”

Kat did, moaning, humping her hips.

…She’s cumming… giggled Sayuri. …So much yummy pussy juices…

“Drink it all down,” Yoshiko moaned, not sure who she spoke to. Maybe both of them.

Her body shuddered a final time. Her hands let go of Kat’s hair. The final blast of cum spurted into the bully’s mouth. Yoshiko stumbled back two steps, her cock popping out of Kat’s mouth, and struggled to catch her breath.

“Oh, my god, that was amazing,” Kat moaned. “You came in my mouth! And you’re still hard! Fuck me! Fuck me like Miyu fucked that blonde!”

As Yoshiko nodded her head, a thought flashed through her mind: Where did Miyu go in such a hurry?

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Lori trembled in fear as she stood naked at the edge of the lookout, her gender-swapped, futanari girlfriend with her. Chris had started the day as a boy, became a girl thanks to one ghost, and then a futanari thanks to another by way of Lori’s dick. They were both futanari now, Lori changed by Yoshiko’s fucking her with a futa-cock, and that was a gift from the ghost of Sayuri.

The other ghost was probably Mitsuko, the princess Sayuri loved and who had possessed Miyu.

And now Miyu was here at the lookout where Lori and Chris had been fucking. They had been overcome with lust for each other’s girl-cocks. Lori felt so stupid now. The redhead trembled. She knew that the ghost possessing Miyu wanted to kill Chris.

And we just spent our time fucking. Goddamn futanari hormones!

“What do we do?” she asked Chris as Miyu advanced on them, a strange look on her doll-like, Japanese face. Her glasses reflected the sun, making her eyes appear empty, opaque.

“I don’t know,” Chris answered. “Oh, shit, she killed Phil and now she’s here for me.”

“We have to do something,” Lori gasped, the naked redhead shivering, her girlfriend cum running out of her asshole.

“Right.” Chris swallowed. “I love you, Lori. Get to the car and get out of here.”

“What?” Lori screamed.

But Chris had already sprang forward. Her naked, tanned body was athletic from years of playing basketball and surfing. Her legs were long even changed into a girl. They stretched out before her as she ran at the ghost, blonde hair streaming behind her.

“No, Chris,” Lori gasped, glancing at her mom’s Prius.

The car was still running. She had been so excited when she arrived, realizing that Chris had indeed been turned into a girl, that she had left it on. All she had to do was jump in and drive off. But what about her girlfriend? She couldn’t abandon Chris.

“No,” Lori shouted and bolted after Chris.

“Sayuri-chan,” Miyu shouted, her voice strange, like two different girls spoke at the same moment. The rest of what she screamed was in rapid, incomprehensible Japanese.

Chris reached Miyu. The blonde balled up her fist and punched it like she was a guy still. She put her full weight in it. The fist stopped an inch from Miyu’s face. Chris gasped in shock, her large tits heaving before her.

Then she flew back. Lori screamed as her girlfriend hit the gravel ground and rolled in a cloud of dust. “You bitch, Mitsuko!” She bent down and picked up a large rock, hurling it at the ghost-possessed Miyu. “What’s wrong with you, Mitsuko?”

The rock missed badly. But Miyu’s head snapped around. Then her body turned as a separate, almost disjointed movement. She walked forward, but Lori realized it wasn’t natural. It was like Miyu was a puppet, her strings invisible.

“Sayuri-chan,” the Japanese girl screamed, pointing at Lori’s groin.

At her shrinking girl-dick.

“Oh, shit,” Lori gulped as Miyu didn’t so much as cross the distance between them in a run as blur, a streak of white and gray and olive-beige flesh. In a heartbeat, the possessed Japanese girl stood before the redhead.

“Double shit,” groaned Lori as her shoulders were seized by hard fingers. “Chris!”

The ghost-possessed girl somehow twisted her body and brought Lori down to the ground. She gasped, the gravel biting into her back, her round breasts jiggling. Lori blinked, staring up at the blue sky above.

“Chris, help!”

And then Miyu’s hand grasped Lori’s shrinking, softening girl-dick. It was almost half-way to being a clit again. Her grip was shockingly soft. Lori gasped, pleasure shooting down her dick as the hand stroked her, thumb rubbing across the crown of her cock.

Her pussy clenched. Pleasure shuddered through her body. Nipples hardened along with her girl-cock. The ache built in the depths of her snatch while the tip of her dick throbbed beneath Miyu’s massaging thumb.

“What?” Lori blinked in shock, surprised the ghost wasn’t strangling her, trying to kill her. Is it because I’m a futanari and not a guy? Maybe it’s only guys that piss her off.

“Sayuri-chan,” Miyu cooed in that double voice, speaking with her own and the ghost’s words.

Lori didn’t know what to do. “Chris!”

Her girlfriend lay on her side, her breasts rising and falling, but her eyes were closed, knocked out by the throw. Small abrasions dotted her body from her tumble across the gravel. Chris wouldn’t be any help.

Lori was on her own.

“Yes, yes, Mitsuko…hime.” She almost forgot the honorific. “It’s me. Sayuri-chan.”

Rapid Japanese poured out of Miyu’s mouth, Lori’s cock throbbing harder and harder. The futanari groaned, her hips rising as Miyu stroked it. The pleasure rippled through her body. Her lusts fired hot through her body, making thought difficult.

Damn cock has a mind of its own.

The ghost-possessed Miyu leaned down, her tongue licking at Lori’s pink nipple. The tongue swirled, making her squirm. Her pussy clenched as Miyu sucked, cheeks hollowing. Dark, slanted eyes flicked up at Lori. They glowed with a spectral, blue flame flickering in the black depths of the pupils.

“Oh, yes, Mitsuko-hime,” panted Lori. “That’s right.”

Miyu straddled Lori’s legs. The pleated, gray skirt Miyu wore rose up those creamy thighs as she lowered herself. Her pussy, covered by a thick bush, rubbed on Lori’s bare thigh, wet and juicy, the pubic hair so silky. The heat almost burned. Miyu sucked with horny need on Lori’s nipple.

The redhead groaned, squirmed. Ideas danced in her head. Maybe she won’t try to kill Chris once she enjoys my cock. Maybe that’s all Mitsuko needs to move on or something. One last time with her lover, Sayuri.

It worked like that in ghost stories, not the sex part, but finding closure. It happened a few times on Supernatural, one of Lori’s favorite TV shows. She squirmed, aching to give the ghost what she needed so Miyu could be free and this all could be over.

“Oh, Mitsuko-hime, I missed you so much,” Lori moaned, hoping the ghost spoke English. “I need to be in you. Your sweet pussy. Just like last time. Remember?”

Miyu’s head lifted up, her head twisting in a strange angle, her eyes unblinking. She spoke in Japanese and then licked at Lori’s nipple again. Flutters of pleasure shot through Lori. She groaned, her cock throbbing. Moans spilled from her lips, pleasure building and building.

And then Miyu moved. She slid up Lori’s thigh, dragging silky pubic hair and wet pussy higher. Then Miyu lifted up her hips, throwing her leg out to straddle the redheaded futanari’s waist. The skirt rose up on its own, revealing the dark bush. Miyu, still gripping Lori’s cock, guided it to those silky curls.

“Yes,” Lori moaned, both wanting to give Mitsuko’s ghost peace and eager to satisfy her own desires.

The cock rubbed through the silky pubic hair and hot folds, then found the pussy’s entrance. Miyu moaned in two voices as she slammed her pussy down on Lori’s cock. The hot cunt engulfed her girl-dick. Her hips undulated, her body shuddered.

Pleasure raced through Lori’s body. Her pussy clenched, juices leaking out to trickle down to her butt. The ghost-possessed girl grabbed both of Lori’s tits, squeezing them hard as her hips undulated, sliding her pussy around the futanari’s dick.

“That’s it, Mitsuko-hime,” panted Lori. “Oh, yes, remember how much you loved my cock. You feel so wonderful about me. I miss you. I love you.”

Lori was caught up in her roleplay, wanting to be the ghost of the shrine maiden, to give Mitsuko what she needed. Lori’s hands reached out, pressing beneath Miyu’s blouse and sliding up to find a pair of naked tits, small and firm, nipples hard.

She pinched them.

Miyu’s pussy clenched on Lori’s dick. The Japanese girl tossed back her head, moaning in her duel voices as she worked her hips faster and faster. The friction burned up and down Lori’s dick. She ached and gasped. She squirmed, ignoring the gravel poking her back.

“Yes, yes, ride me! Let’s cum together, Mitsuko-hime! Both of us! Won’t that be wonderful?”

Words spilled out of Miyu’s mouth, beautiful and incomprehensible. Lori pinched and rolled the Japanese girl’s nipples as her strokes grew faster and faster. Her pussy slid up and down Lori’s cock, gripping it hard, sucking at it.

“You want my cum,” gasped Lori. “Yes, yes, take it.”

Her pussy clenched. The pressure built at the tip of her dick, aching to explode out of her. To fill Miyu’s pussy and give the ghost what she needed. Lori gasped and moaned. Her body shuddered, her hips thrusting up into Miyu’s snatch.

Their flesh slapped together. The wet squelch of pussy sliding up and down hard dick made Lori shudder. Her fingers pinched Miyu’s nipples hard. The Japanese girl dug her fingers into Lori’s round breasts. They were both moaning, gasping, coming closer to their climaxes.

“Yes, yes, yes! You’re so hot, Mitsuko-hime! I love your pussy! I’m going to cum in you!” Lori’s body tensed. “God, yes!”

Her cock erupted.

Cum spurted into Miyu’s pussy. Hard, fast pulses shot out of Lori’s dick, rising from the depths of her body. Her pussy spasmed. Waves and pulses of pleasure washed and shot through her body. They reached her mind.

Bliss inundated her. And she loved it.

“Iku!” Miyu gasped in her double-voice, Japanese girl and ghost cumming.

Her pussy spasmed about Lori’s dick. Heat flared. Lori shuddered, her eyes widening as something more than cum was sucked out of her cock by the spasming snatch. She gasped as her girl-dick shrank, not returning to a clit, but vanishing. The energy washed through her body, changing her into…

A girl.

“You made me back into a girl,” Lori gasped as her cock vanished for good, returned to a clit. She could feel the difference. The itch for it to transform into a throbbing dick was gone. Her entire body had felt malleable for a brief second, wanting to change but she was already a girl save for her girl-dick. “What the fuck!”

“Sayuri-chan!” Miyu spat with anger. Superimposed over her face, like a cheap Photoshop effect, was another face. This one was painted white like a Japanese geisha or a noblewoman. But the white ran, exposing pale, bloated, gray flesh. Eyes bulged.

Hands like iron pliers squeezed Lori’s throat. Pain flared. She struggled to breathe as she thrashed, but couldn’t. Two thumbs pressed into her trachea, crushing it down. Panic surged through the redhead as she thrashed, her heart pounding, her lungs screaming for a breath.

Her vision fuzzing.

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Gravel rustled. Ground together. Angry words rang through the air.

Chris opened his eyes. Miyu was on Lori, her hands wrapped about the redhead’s throat. Choking her. The face of Mitsuko, the makeup dripping away to reveal her dead flesh, superimposed over Miyu’s face, translucent and surreal.

“Sayuri-chan!” snarled the ghost through Miyu. “Sayuri-chan!”

Lori’s naked body kicked and thrashed. Her mouth opened, struggling to gasp in breaths, but her breasts didn’t rise. She couldn’t suck in any air. The surge of ice through Chris’s veins banished the groggy pain wreathing her mind.

She had to do something. “Hey! I’m over here, you bitch!”

Chris stood up and raced at Miyu.

Her head snapped around. The ball of dancing, blue light—Miyu called it a hitodama—burst into being and rushed at Chris. It struck her in the chest, throwing her back. She grunted as she hit the ground and rolled against the railing.

Where her jeans lay discarded, having slipped off her too narrow hips when Lori had appeared. Chris had stepped out of them, lost to the lust. Her cell phone was in them. The mad idea to call 911, to get the police up here to save her girlfriend’s life from a ghost, shot through Chris.

She shoved her hand into her jeans pocket, grabbed the first object she felt, and pulled it out.

It wasn’t her cell phone. It was an alabaster hair comb, the ends worked into an ornate design. Chris blinked, and then a memory flashed through her mind. When the ghost had attacked Miyu in the bathroom, sucking on her girl-cock and trying to possess her, Chris had seized the hair comb to pull the spirit off Miyu’s dick. Only it had come off, so Chris shoved it into her pocket.

Chris was about to discarded it when Miyu let out a curdling snarl of anger. A chill ran through Chris.

She looked up to see Miyu rising, her eyes fixed on the hair comb in Chris’s hands. Lori coughed and gasped, able to breathe again. Miyu snarled something in Japanese. The only word Chris caught was “otōsan,” father. In a flash of understanding, Chris realized this was precious to Mitsuko.

She blurred across the space between them. Without thought, Chris threw the hair comb over her shoulder. It sailed past the railing and plunged over the drop, bouncing down the cliff face towards the base of the Sequoia trees that grew below the overlook.

Miyu leaped, sailing over Chris in a jump no normal human girl could have made. Chris had the briefest glimpse up Miyu’s skirt, her pussy dripping with girl-jizz, staining black pubic hair. And then she was gone, falling to the far ground below, screaming out in Japanese.

Chris had no doubts that Miyu would survive and come back up to kill them. The gender-swapped, blonde futanari jumped to her feet, still clutching her jeans, and raced to Lori lying on the ground, rubbing her throat.

“Come on,” Chris shouted. “Get in the car! We have to go!”

Lori staggered up. She looked around, then lunged at her discarded skirt, grabbing her cell phone out of its pocket.

“No time for a fucking call,” Chris shouted, reaching her girlfriend. She hauled Lori to her feet and pushed her towards the open back door and into the rear seat.

Slamming the door, Chris raced around the idling Prius, closing the open back door on the driver side before wrenching open the closed driver door and hoping in. He slammed the Prius into reverse and jammed on the gas.

Gravel sprayed.

Miyu roared.

“Holy shit, she’s floating,” screamed Lori, her voice hoarse. “Drive, drive!”

But Chris was already yanking the wheel around, turning the car to face the exit. She maneuvered the gear shift into drive and slammed on the accelerator. The Prius’s electric engine kicked over into the gas, the car suddenly revving as it tore off, barreling towards the exit.

Lori coughed. In the rearview mirror, Chris could see her playing with her phone. Beyond her, Miyu stared at them. She had landed on the ground and began pinning up her sleek, black hair into a bun, inserting the hair comb. The mask of Mitsuko’s white-painted face appeared a few times.

And then the driveway bent, and she was lost from sight.

Lori raised her phone to her ear, trembling.

“Who you calling?” Chris asked.

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Kat Rollins wiggled her naked ass at Yoshiko. Kat’s pussy lips were spread open by Sayuri’s unseen fingers and her clit wiggled, the ghost playing with the nub. Yoshiko’s dick ached at the sight. She stroked it as she fell to her knees.

…Fuck her hard and accept her apology…

“Yes, I will,” groaned Yoshiko.

“Yes, yes, I’m so sorry for being a cunt! Just fuck me with that glorious girl-cock. And… take off your blouse. Let me see those big tits bounce.”

Yoshiko didn’t want to give her the satisfaction and just thrust her cock into Kat’s depths. The futanari groaned as she sank into Kat’s pussy, filling the bully’s snatch. Wonderful, tight friction burned about Yoshiko’s girl-cock, silky flesh caressing the sensitive tip, making her sway and ache.

It was heavenly. She savored it, holding her dick buried into the depths of Kat’s pussy. The Japanese futanari stroked her hands up and down Kat’s sides, then her fingernails scraped down them, leaving red lines.

Kat shuddered, her pussy clenching. “Please, fuck me! Pound me! I need it.”

“When I’m ready, dyke,” hissed Yoshiko, anger and lust surging through her.

And then the buttons of her blouse popped open one by one. It startled Yoshiko for a moment before bringing a smile to her lips. Her blouse open and the ghost squeezed her breasts through her bra, making her nipples ache.

…Such strange garments you wear…

“Yeah,” Yoshiko groaned.

…And your breasts are so large. I did not know they could grow so big…

“Fuck me!” Kat kept moaning as Yoshiko’s bra cups pushed up, spilling out her large breasts. “Oh, those are delicious tits. Fuck me! Fuck me! Please!”

Yoshiko groaned, unseen fingers sinking into her pillowy tits. Sayuri’s mouth engulfed a fat, brown nipple. The pleasure shot straight down to the futanari’s dick buried into the heaven of Kat’s pussy. Lust surged.

Yoshiko’s hips pumped hard.

She fucked Kat, pounding her, hate-fucking her. The last year of bullying surged the anger through Yoshiko. Since she started school at Redwood Academy at the age of eighteen last year, Kat had been her nemesis. Always needling and heckling her, always calling her a dyke.

“You bitch,” Yoshiko hissed, shocked by her words but not wanting to stop them as she pounded Kat’s snatch. “You selfish cunt! You’re gay, and all you did was pick on me!”

“I am a bitch!” Kat groaned, her hips rocking back, butt-cheeks slapping into Yoshiko’s groin. “You were so beautiful. This Japanese doll with these striking, blue eyes and such a petite body. Except your tits. They were so large. So wonderful. And… And… Fuck, it scared me. I wanted you. A girl. I wanted to lick your pussy. To suck on your tits. To kiss those cute lips. I wanted to run my hands over every inch of my body.”

“So instead of asking me out on a date, you picked on me all year?” Yoshiko snarled. “You are a selfish bitch, Kat! A dumb, stupid, rich cunt! You think just because Daddy donates millions to the school you can do whatever the fuck you want!”

Her strokes were so hard, the friction incredible. Every stroke made Yoshiko want to pound Kat even harder and harder. She pushed her hips to the limit, her tits heaving as Sayuri sucked on them both, going back and forth, licking, nuzzling, enjoying them, making them throb.

…Keep making her apologize for her dishonour…

“Yes, yes,” Yoshiko panted, her dick in such tight, hot heaven.

And then the strangest thing happened. Sayuri, an incorporeal spirit, thrust her cock up into Yoshiko while still sucking on her tits. The ghost’s unseen body had to be phasing through Kat to do it. Her dick was so thick, thrusting upward into the depths of Yoshiko’s pussy.

Pleasure rushed from her snatch to her cock pumping away in Kat’s cunt. The tip of her dick ached more. Her body shuddered. Sayuri sucked even harder on Yoshiko’s nipple, the futa-ghost moaning soundlessly, vibrating the nub.

“Oh, yes, Sayuri-chan,” panted Yoshiko, her pussy clenching on the ghost’s dick.

“What’s she doing?” Kat moaned, looking over her shoulder. “Oh, wow she’s playing with your tits.”

“And fucking my cunt,” Yoshiko moaned. She smacked her hand down hard on Kat’s ass. “Keep rocking back, you dumb bitch. I’m going to cum so hard into your snatch. You’re going to explode. You’re going to cum so hard. You could have been having amazing orgasms if you had the courage to ask me out!”

“Yes, yes, yes,” groaned Kat. “I messed up! I’m so sorry! Just don’t stop fucking me! I’m going to cum so hard on your dick! It’s the best!”

“Better than Ms. Lindon’s strap-on?”

“So much better!”

Yoshiko smacked Kat’s ass again, savoring the stinging slap and the reddening flesh. “Good!”

Sayuri’s thrusts grew harder, faster, plunging up into Yoshiko’s cunt as she thrust her dick deep into Kat’s pussy. The futa-ghost’s hands clenched about Yoshiko’s dick, making her tremble. Her nipples ached and throbbed in the Ghost’s sucking mouth.

Every sensation brought her closer and closer to orgasming. Her head tossed back, her silky, black hair swaying down to her ass. Her pussy clenched over and over on Sayuri’s thrusting dick. The friction in Yoshiko’s cunt and around her cock built the pressure in her depths.

Her orgasm wanted to explode out of her.

“Keep fucking me, Sayuri-chan!” panted Yoshiko.

…Your pussy is so wonderful. I hope Mitsuko-hime feels as good…

“She does.” Yoshiko smiled. When she had fallen into Sayuri’s memory, she had changed what happened like it was an interactive video game and popped Mitsuko’s cherry with her girl-dick. “Her pussy will feel even better on your dick.”

…I hope so! Ōjo-sama, are you here?…

No one answered.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Kat moaned, her back arching, her pussy clenching hard on Yoshiko’s thrusting dick. “I’m coming so close.

“Yes,” gasped Yoshiko. “You want to explode, you naughty cunt! You horrible bully. You don’t deserve to cum! I should rip my cock out of you and not give you the satisfaction!”

“No, please, cum in me,” Kat moaned. “I’m so sorry. I am! Don’t pull out! Just erupt in me!”

Yoshiko wanted to. She wanted to torment the girl, but she didn’t have the heart. Kat was so close to her pleasure, and Yoshiko wasn’t a bully. She wasn’t a terrible person like Kat. She she kept thrusting, her body shuddering, her pussy clenching on Sayuri’s wonderful cock.

And then Kat tossed back her head. She screamed out Yoshiko’s name, the word echoing through the halls, and came. Her pussy spasmed about Yoshiko’s dick. Hot, massaging flesh engulfed her cock. The friction increased her pleasure.

“Kat!” moaned Yoshiko, thrusting forward.

Her cock erupted. Hot cum spurted out of her dick. The thick, juicy jizz splashed into Kat’s depths. Yoshiko shuddered, her tits jiggling, Sayuri’s sucking hard on the right nipple. Every time Yoshiko’s cock erupted, her pussy spasmed so hard on the futa-ghost’s dick.

The pleasure burned to hot through Yoshiko. “So good! I love it! Thank you for making me a futanari!”

And then it hit Yoshiko. She had just made Kat into a one, too. The bully fell forward, her pussy popping off Yoshiko’s dick. Kat’s pussy gaped open between her spread thighs as she lay on the floor, panting. Cum spilled out while her clit swelled into a girl-cock.

Sayuri groaned, still fucking Yoshiko, driving her ghost-dick faster and faster into Yoshiko and came. The ghost shuttered, her incorporeal girl-jizz flooding Yoshiko’s pussy. It sent a hot rush through her body.

Yoshiko groaned as the ghost slid out of her, leaving her so empty.

And then everything happened at the same time. Her phone rang, blaring in her skirt pocket. She shoved her hand in, grabbing it. Lori’s name flashed on the caller ID. Her friend was calling her. Not texting her, not messaging her through Facebook or tweeting her or snapchatting her.

But calling her.

And then Ms. Lindon walked out from around the corner, the teacher’s clothing disheveled, her fingers sticky with juices, her sultry, refined face flushed. She had the graceful beauty of a courtesan, a beauty from a more glamorous age trapped in modern times. Yoshiko froze as her thumb was about to tap the screen to accept the call.

“Well, well, well,” the lesbian teacher said. “This is quite the shock.”

The phone vibrated in Yoshiko’s hand.

The tentacles burst out of the wall and wrapped about Ms. Lindon. The teacher let out a frightful scream as the purple, rubbery appendages, like something from an octopus, seized her body and lifted her into the air.

…Yokubō-no-Tako!…

Yoshiko’s phone kept ringing, vibrating in her hand as the tentacle demon pushed out of the walls and shouted, “OMEKO! HAMAGURI! OMANKO!”

To be continued…

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The Regime change

“So,” Marcos said turning back to Queen di Sellis and looking around the women assembled. “Who do you think I should kill to set the balance back?”

The Queen beamed and leapt into him hugging his chest his arms. “You’re so understanding. You’re like a breeze of reassurance that this dark time is finally over.”

The odd sensation of flesh contact alerted him that his improperly stowed cock had found its way between them. The sweet smelling Queen clung to him tightly as his cock went to instant full mast demanding attention. The Queen hugged him tighter and rocked into him rubbing his cock into her cleavage.

“Oh yes thank you. What a man you are.” She murmured into him and he felt her hands snake around for his cock. “Anything, I will do anything…” She whispered.

The stress of the day and the evening’s lunacy made him relax in the awkward situation. The useless tease he fucked earlier got him primed quickly and he quickly lost any concern for what happened. Marcos leaned back closing his eyes as the Queen’s body slid down. His cock hit open air suddenly and for a moment, around him the room was completely silent. He felt his cock slide into something warm and wet as gasps went all around the room.

He looked down and saw Mara bobbing daintily on whatever meat she could get. Under her, the Queen’s fist pumped, only letting her suck the head and some of his shaft. The Queen had straightened and her dress had fallen to her waist. She looked unaware of her exposure as she fixated on him. Next to him, Kaarthen watched the activities grinning like the worst sort of pervert.

“Slow down,” the Queen breathed and squirmed out of her gown. Her svelte pale body was petite and pale. Her breasts were like small teardrops with dark pink nipples, and her waist was slender. She had a flat stomach that belied her brief period of pregnancy, and a small blond bob of thin pubic hair covered her womanhood.

She snaked down onto his body and straddled him. She studied his face and ran her fingers through his hair. Her eyes glittered as she looked down all over at him.

“Will my son have your divine eyes?” She asked quietly dropping down onto his cock.

Unlike the scag from earlier, she was as tight as Mara and wet enough that it didn’t matter. When she was almost halfway down his length, she dropped her head next to his but kept pushing. Marcos could hear her breath in his ear as they worked together. The scent of strawberry wine on her breath tickled him.

He was too backed up with cum to care that the matrons of Sellis’ upper society watched them fuck. The Queen barely started moving before he came finally. He almost blacked out with an intense orgasm as she rose and dropped into him. She rode him through it and bit his shoulder as she came, and was rewarded with another release of a fresh cum load. His cum filled and leaked out of her. Behind them Mara leaned in and worked diligently sucking and licking off excess. Mara used a technique she learned from aiding Kaarthen and her flickering tongue lashed the Queen’s rosebud making her jump and twitch. Her jerky movements and clenching pussy released more cum for Mara as the Queen came in fits and starts.

She rolled over with Marcos and he got on top to drill into her. They kissed as he held her knees open and back. He licked her face and neck cleaning off her sweat like a loving mate trying to keep her conscious. Her legs and arms snaked around him and tightened until he again pumped a load into her. The spurts never seemed to stop and the sensation of hot cum flowing into her shooting up against her cervix was exactly what her body craved to get off a big one once more. Under him, she chewed a hole into a pillow trying to stay quiet as she thrashed and flopped.

“Mom?!?” The prince cried from the back of the room.

Instantly, the maidens closed in and redirected the prince telling him his mother was napping.

The startled matrons straightened skirts and brushed back hair. Marcos was rolled off the Queen onto his back but he found another willing hole for his cock as Mara shoved it all down her throat after crawling onto his chest. Kaarthen lay down next to him and fished out slices of wet mango for him, which helped ease the hangover developing.

“I want you to stay with me in the Palace. We have much more to discuss.” The Queen whispered after getting dressed. Quietly the women around them left and went to sit in the larger room.

They joined later, and found that nothing had changed. Marcos noted the King leering at him as he moved to sit in the couches with the women. Mara sat in his lap and Kaarthen sat on his left in the couch. In the couch across the Queen entertained the prince. Marcos learned a lot about the boy from watching them. In particular, he noted the Queen still treated him as if he was four.

After the prince left, she addressed Marcos and Kaarthen conspiratorially. “Look at the fool. He tried to kill my baby because he knows I want him dead.” The Queen looked at the King laughing in the back of the room with undisguised hatred. Around her, the other women quietly listened and drank tea.

She turned and with an appraising look, she ran her eyes over him again. “You may not be able to kill him in a challenge, but he has people around him that must be dealt with.” She continued.

“Like Partez Rocert?” Marcos ventured.

“Him? Yes. That is his uncle. The fool is lulled by him into believing and signing anything.” She said leaning back. “I fear an entire family is behind the guild however. Which one is unknown since they are all intermarried.”

Several women squirmed almost imperceptibly at her tone. “These women help me. Let me introduce Duchess Clarin Perstavy, Noblewoman Fellia Grann, and Noblewoman Gerris Blacksail. You’ll meet the others in time but these three are living in the Palace apartments.”

The Duchess was a short, round, darkly tan, black haired, middle-aged woman. She was chubby with several rings on her short fingers and had massive breasts hidden under her voluminous purple robes.

The noble woman from the House of Grann was the opposite and seemed nearly identical to the Queen. Her slender frame had less curves and seemed lanky. Her pale face was thick lipped with a small nose and light hazel eyes. Her dress was fashionably low-cut and long sleeved. The color was a flesh-like tan with sparkling gold bodice. She sat aloof and at times seemed nervous or fidgeted like she was troubled. Marcos noticed how she looked over frequently at a man Marcos figured to be her husband. He stood observing the king from the crowd watching the Queen’s crux game. Marcos resolved to drop by and see if he couldn’t dig up information on the noble women since nothing was as it seemed in this place.

The last noble woman was somewhere in between the first two in shape. Her face was oval with a prominent chin, mirthful glittering blue shadowed eyes, full lush red lips, and a confident grin set on her face. Her frame was statuesque with generous breasts and ample hips. Her off white dress was as low cut as the Queen’s was, with an added touch of a long slit up the side.

“A pleasure ladies.” Marcos nodded. Next to him, Kaarthen said something similar.

The Queen continued. “You’ll need to keep an eye out for his assassins. The King is the ditch digger in the guild’s operation. They already have the control they want through him. If I killed him I would be deposed immediately.”

Marcos looked to her. “So I need to kill off the guild and the nobles who back it?”

The Queen considered it before replying. “I suppose if you can. A hard hit would be enough to allow me to remove my husband in the confusion. I could execute the rest and force them to submit and reform.” The Queen giggled melodically.

“Tomorrow let’s go find that guild meeting hall. Could you get me in to take a look?” Marcos asked.

“Perhaps, I apparently don’t hold any sway on entering the building. I’ve hoped it’ll burn down during an important meeting for a while now.”

“Hmm perhaps it will.” Marcos mused.

The party closed out after the King ordered everyone out. He obviously expected Marcos to leave and stop talking to his unhappy scheming wife. Instead of leaving, Marcos stayed and was shown a room in the Royals’ wing. The prince was ignored and left with the two guards Marcos detailed to him.

For the first time, the entire group had one suite of apartments to share.

“We might finish our mission here tomorrow if we are lucky. I’ll need you to stay here while I check on our noble friends.” Marcos said walking to a window and looking out. He moved along looking down at the window sill then stopped.

“What are you doing?” Kaarthen asked finally.

“Just this,” Marcos said turning and popped the windowpane out with an elbow. After a few moments, it crashed on the ground far below.

He dropped his outer robe and swords and climbed out onto the ledge outside. The moon was full and nearly illuminated everything. On the ledge, he snaked around and raised himself to the next floor where he heard the Duchess and other nobility had apartments. He crept around to where he could see into two apartments across from each other.

The dark rooms lit up and in one room, a drunken noblewoman Marcos recognized as the steamy Gerris Blacksail came in with the Duchess Perstavy. The two were obviously drunk and didn’t talk much before the Duchess laid across a couch and passed out. The noble woman disappeared into a dark doorway before returning to the room naked.

Marcos was surprised that under what she wore to the party her body was intricately painted. The designs referenced the ocean with waves and mythical sea creatures. It covered from her elbows to knees leaving her inner arms and outer thighs bare. Her neckline to the tops of her breasts was also unmarked.

Marcos was surprised this noble woman bore a nearly full pirate tattoo. It made it less surprising how she caressed and undressed the sleeping Duchess. She was clever to pull and tug what she could as the Duchess drunkenly rolled around. The Duchess helped her by rolling to her back once it was uncovered and got cold. In moments, the helpless Duchess was naked.

The Duchess’ whole body was deeply tanned and her breasts were massive. They were as large as or larger than Kaarthen’s with dark brown erect nipples. On the compact frame of the Duchess, he had been tricked by her breasts into thinking her fat. The woman was only slightly chubby with a paunch and padded features. Her soft appeal and huge sagging dark tipped breasts got him quite horny for some time with her himself.

He watched as the noble woman bent over her possessively to lick and suck on her body not missing a spot from head to toe.

Across from her apartment, a light came on as Noblewoman Grann came in. Instantly, as the door closed two young men dressed in sleepwear came up to meet her and her husband. By appearances, these seemed to be her unmarried sons. They were twenty years old approximately and appeared mature. The men seemed to talk happily while ignoring her before they each in turn hugged her and pulled her between them.

The blond man who looked very similar to her husband grabbed her front while his almost identical brother undressed her from behind. She struggled mutely with them but wasn’t quick enough to get away. Marcos could see this must have happened frequently. She neither yelled, or struck them as she weakly fought back.

The blond in front repeatedly tried to kiss her as he massaged her breasts. T brown haired one behind got on his knees and buried his face in her slender ass.

Across from them, the Noblewoman ate the hairless charms of the sleeping Duchess. The Duchess was back to being face down and the noble woman gently worked her with just a tongue. After a while, she stood up and leaned over her lover as she fingered her while watching for movement.

The noblewoman of the Grann house was on her knees servicing the men with her mouth. Her husband stood before her with his cock out taking turns with her sons.

She worked the others with her hands and reluctantly took them in her mouth. The two boy’s had long thick seven inch cocks. Her husband was more average and pulled her tight several times using her throat. He came and got on tiptoes before he backed away and left the room.

The Duchess was being fucked now, her hole was lubed and opened up. Her lover had an obsidian phallus strapped with leather between her legs. Obsidian only comes from Dar Delis the volcanic capital of the Sisterhood. Dar Delis was also a place with no free men and the homeport of female pirates or ‘Water Mistresses’. If he wasn’t sure she was a pirate before, he was definitely sure now. It seemed a waste that the Duchess wasn’t awake to know what was happening to her.

The brothers were fucking their mother now too. One had her from behind, while the other kept her mouth on his cock. She was putting up more than a token defense. She tried pushing back on them with her hands. Marcos had never seen that work for anyone before. She also tried to stand which was nearly impossible. She turned her head and bucked her hips. Both men kept her firmly latched and kept thrusting into her despite her movement. Finally, the one on her mouth got down and pushed her back onto his brother who laid back. She again tried to stand but they held her down while she got a cock up her ass and another in her pussy. Together they fucked her until they each came. Slowly and reverently they pulled her up. Dripping loads of their spending came out and down her body in gobs, and the men each took an arm and led her out.

The noble woman was asleep now naked on the floor. The lights were still on but Marcos passed her up and got to the royal apartments further down. What he saw shocked him. The king was fucking the same black haired woman at the party on the bed. He thrust her from behind and Marcos watched smugly as he fucked her savagely in the ass. Naked, the King seemed chubbier than what Marcos would have guessed. Under the dark haired woman, the Queen was held down in her torn dress. Her hair, make up, and dress were ruined and wet with piss or drink. A pale red head helped hold her down on the bed under the pair.

The king bellowed and pulled out tossing the woman before him aside and jerked his load on the face of the squirming Queen. He produced a hefty squirt from his long but narrow penis. It looked like needlelike ‘sperm injector’.

Finished the king pushed her from the bed onto the floor. Her maidens swept in grabbing her arms and guided her out of sight as she cried openly in shame. Marcos thought on what he’d seen as he crept back. The sleeping form of the painted noble woman passed out on the floor tempted him but he passed it and went to his own apartment.

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Marcos got into his room and found Ein watching the window.

“What was out there?”

“If you’re a good girl I’ll take you next time.” Marcos said making her blush.

He found the pile of clothing and weapons he left before leaving and took it to the bedroom. Mara and Kaarthen slept naked with Rinis in the middle. After stripping, he crawled up the foot of the bed. Rinis opened her eyes and he saw the reflection of her pupils in the moon light as he came up over her. She raised her arms and spread her legs wide in an obvious invitation. Her pussy glistened as he saw her in the light and he slid between her legs as she reached up to embrace him with both hands.

The heat of her body surprised him as he mounted her. Her pussy was very wet as he rubbed her with his cock. The soft folds parted and admitted him as it pulsed and clutched tightly. Under him, Rinis squeezed him to stop before letting him continue after a few breaths. He reached her end half way inside her. She lay under him with her legs splayed and knees as far back as possible as they breathed into each other’s ear. She held him still in a tight hug while she further got accustomed to his girth. After a few minutes, she relaxed despite starting to hiccup under him quietly.

Marcos gently moved within her by shifting his hips. After what felt like a long time, she started to move with him. She had an orgasm as she made pleading moans. After her climax, her legs wrapped around him and she fucked up onto him as he held still on hands and knees. With very little work for him, she sweated out another climax that got him off too. As he came, he dropped onto her before he caught himself. She screamed in surprise cumming again from the shock as he emptied into her.

“I’m sorry about that Rinis, you’re so small and I was just caught up.” He said quietly after catching his breath.

“Thank you master, you have been so gentle. This girl enjoyed that too.” She quickly pecked him, lay back, and quickly went to sleep as he rolled over and used Kaarthen’s bosom as a pillow.

She embraced him as he lay with her. “That was beautiful what you did for her.”

“Hmm?” Marcos asked.

“She has bad memories of sex, they all do. You gave her time, which was as important as how you just took her. You did a beautiful wonderful thing and I can feel it healing her already.”

“Oh?” Marcos asked half asleep.

“She expected you to ravish her a hundred times by now. That was to her what ‘masters’ did. She expected you to kill her by now too, but she’s better now.”

“She doesn’t think we abuse her then like a little puppet?” Marcos asked.

She hugged him tighter before answering. “No, she chooses to act like that because she knows we can’t blame or hurt her that way.”

“Hmm.” Marcos said half asleep.

In the morning, the group met for breakfast. Marcos noticed how Rinis followed him again. He wasn’t sure it was because the prince’s departure left her free or if it was the night before. Like Mara, she stayed close but she didn’t eye him and watch like a hawk for a chance at his cock.

After breakfast, Marcos and Kaarthen met with the Queen in an open sunlit balcony. She wore a less elaborate light linen dress. The terror and humiliation of the night before was behind her happy mask. Marcos, armed with insight, was better able to see when it slipped.

After tea was served, the Queen spoke from the rail of the balcony looking out over her city.

“The Guild meets in a brand new building that used to be a warehouse.” She paused and looked out over the city. “The building with the wide copper roof is the meeting place. They use another building nearby for administrative and storage work. Rumors of a prison and gold stored in there are spread around too.” She paused and cleared her throat. “I toured it once, and the place is cleverly designed to project the speaker’s voice. It’s vented to stay cool during our hot dry summer. Some other things are in the building too but I don’t remember since it’s been so long. I don’t know its final layout since the building was unfurnished when we toured.” She noted.

“What of their schedule?” Marcos asked gently as the Queen walked back to sit in a padded wicker basket chair. She sat back in the padded bowl pulling her feet in under herself.

“Again, I don’t know. The guild keep’s that all secret for trading purposes.”

“Hmm. I’ll need a tour though.”

“Yes and we have one, but we can only be shown around the outside. We are able to go into the admin building but only certain floors.” She said drinking tea and lying back into her peaceful alcove.

“That should be enough.” He said.

For the rest of the early morning they spoke of the budding city’s affairs and she asked him of Menthino. Marcos was surprised at her candidness about things. He felt he was talking to a more subdued Queen Mensillin on a balcony in Sellis.

They heard the King and his staff awake. His whores and servants sped around to get him cleaned and ready for a day at Senate.

That Queen disappeared to make herself presentable. Kaarthen and her girls returned to the ambassador’s residence to claim luggage to be moved. The Queen came down wearing a riding outfit of a thick linen dress with a leather cover and they left in a covered carriage to tour the grounds.

The boxy Guildhouse sat where the Queen described, on the edge of the warehouse district. It was similar in its rectangular shape to the warehouses around it. The streets around the buildings were relatively wide for the crowded city. The walls of the front were frescoed with strong men working in fields, harvesting, planting, cutting trees, working stone, and sailing ships. The circular speaking chamber stuck out of the roof and had a coned roof of shiny copper that matched the building. Along the sides of the huge cylindrical tower were stained glass windows similar to the frescos on the buildings front. The whole building was a richly dressed tribute to industry.

Across from the Guildhouse, a building of stone blackened with age stood across the wide road and the city’s open sidewalk. The space between the two buildings was wide and triangular as the wide warehouse district streets paralleled and merged with the warren of the city.

The guild Headquarters had the obvious look of a trading house. It was five stories with a clean storefront fa?e. The upper levels were naked, aged, and blackened stone with simple windows. Carts were out front, pulleys were ready, and a neat entrance way with several displayed wares stood in front of the building like a simple general store. It was completely unassuming as the Guild’s administrative headquarters.

“That will be enough.” Marcos said.

“Are you sure? You only just looked.” The Queen said puzzled.

Marcos saw her fear that he was giving up despite her practiced clipped tone.

“Yes I’m done here, and I think you were right, a fire would be best.” Marcos said. Along the sides of the walls on either side trenches were dug in intervals. The wall extended down into the trenches forcing the airflow under and into the building. If a ceiling window was opened, it made a clever air conditioning system for hot days. The airflow helped ventilate the goods kept inside, or in this case the people and the fire. “I have men I trust. Could a servant take a note to the harbor? And I’ll need thick oil by the cart and a bale or two of hay.”

“I’m sure we can get it.” The Queen said nervously. Marcos pictured one of her maidens making the purchase, while the others loaded it, and she drove the cart in her dress.

“Good. The materials may or may not be needed tonight.” The Queen visibly relaxed. “I’ll pay for it if you have to buy the materials from the guild. History loves irony and so do I.” Marcos smiled.

“But how will you kill them all?” The Queen asked wonderingly.

“To get them together I’ll need to tell them something about Menthino, or offer to make a complicated purchase on their behalf. They won’t trust me to say I want to join. They won’t want to be here for me to just insult them in person. Likely, I’ll have them debate the merits of our imminent boycott and embargo. That’s why I won’t know how soon they’ll see me.” Marcos said looking over both buildings. He figured a tunnel below their feet connected the two.

“What plans will you have for the long term after you’re done?” She asked hesitantly.

Marcos didn’t figure she would be so adrift on this. Even commoners have plans of what they’d do with the crown, and right now she was confused about what to do with getting it back.

“Highness, what plans will you have when I’m done? Menthino has no ill will, or real interest for a place so far away. Pray on it, I beckon you. I won’t let you resurrected the guild in your name. Nevertheless, If you balance things we’ll help. You’d make a good ally in this region. Your neighbor, Dar Delis, is always happy to see a Queen on the throne. They will be quick to send sisters to advise you, or to your court to petition. They are watching what happens here closely.”

“I wanted to know if…” She paused looking around. Marcos noticed suddenly she was without her maidens with him. “I want you to know you will always be a friend of the crown.”

Marcos looked around, he felt like they were watched. “I never do well with emotions this complex. Queen Di Sellis, thank you. I travel much, and I will pass through again so keep a room ready, I’m rarely announced.” He watched her closely especially her eyes as she listened to his words. He was still really bad with emotions of this nature and it could go fifty-fifty at times like these. His tower women didn’t need excessive emotional encouragement anymore. It was too draining and even Kaarthen would burn him out if she needed it. He guessed the Queen needed a hug, and was glad she thought so too.

“Well let’s go stir the hive shall we?” He said making her laugh.

As they turned, he noticed four men positioned around them. They wore very dark green cloaks, and had matching boots and the hint of a bronze chest plate hidden under their cloaks. They looked like real forest rangers. Since Sellis didn’t have either forests, or an expert infantrymen-training regime for forestry, he had to guess at outside talent. Their flaw was they wore a uniform of sorts and as the street trickled with late morning business they were easy to track.

The men had covered the exits in one-man teams. A man at the street’s exit little more than a hundred yards away, one halfway to the carriage in the middle of the street at seventy five, one behind the deserted carriage about twenty five yards, and one about halfway to them at ten. It was a clever tactic that distracted targets from those that one couldn’t see. It meant the open windows facing them from the guild headquarters couldn’t be ignored.

He was surprised by the guild’s speedy reaction in getting men to them, but then of course they had their schedule.

Marcos half-turned to the Queen. “Did you ask someone permission to tour here?” Marcos mused.

“I had to ask a representative at the palace, it was very humiliating.” The Queen answered. She was as oblivious as everyone else to the change from a midmorning business day in the commercial district to a prepared battlefield. He tried to act calm but it would be hard with what he had to do.

Marcos quickly checked their rear and saw the alley behind them was clear. He wouldn’t run, even though the ones in the windows would be a pain to get at.

“Oh? Let’s sit down for a moment.” He guided her back by the arm. As soon as she took a step, he kicked her ankle, since the pain had to look real.

“OW! oh my, that hurt.”

“Oh did it? I’m so clumsy, sorry Highness.” Marcos hid his face in shame. As he bent down helping her, he raised his robes hem. “Here, I got you good, let’s sit down here.” Together they hobbled next to the Guildhouse and used a crate for her to sit on.

“Why don’t you put this on Highness.” With practiced ease, he disrobed and flipped the weighty garment over her. She slumped under the sudden weight of the armored cloth, her head poked out of the hood looking questioningly at him. “Stay. Behind. The crate. Taris.” He ordered and stood.

She looked at him surprised when he used her name. He smiled, pulled his specialty sword from behind her, and turned to face his anxious playmates. He hoped she got the message as he turned back. He only had one sword to use but he could get more if they shared.

The appearances of armed masked men clear streets in commercial districts. Authorities are usually interested in those types of phenomenons too. Marcos, who has fears of enclosed spaces lacking access to pussy, is allergic to getting arrested.

He walked to the carriage. The driver and two guards were gone without a trace. If the men were here to scare him no harm no foul, he wasn’t blood crazy. If they let him pass, they would be allowed to live. At less then two yards from the carriage the new friend asked him if he wanted to play.

“You got a price on your head easterner.” The first playmate said. With his cloak closed, Marcos couldn’t see what toys he brought. However, that was answered when the man drew a single faced axe backed by a spike on a studded two-foot shaft.

Marcos bit back a laugh seeing the tool. “I’m sorry that was rude.” He muttered. He hoped this man was the junior member of the bunch.

The man saw his stifled giggle and raised his weapon. “You’ll die!” he bellowed.

The odd sparkle at the guild headquarters’ window caught his eye and Marcos caught in front of him the bolt the mercenary launched. It was off center but at almost fifty yards, it was nearing its limited range. It would have made him meat for the axe man if it got his shoulder.

“Not bad.” He quipped, dropping the long tipped armor-piercing bolt.

Even the armor he had on the Queen wouldn’t dissipate the energy very well from that. It would even go through his robe’s chainmail and cotton while tangling in the silk causing lethal damage.

The man before him couldn’t believe his eyes and stood froze as Marcos stepped forward with one foot and drew an exact line with his sword across him just above the kneecaps before stepping back and standing. The cut severed tendon and cut deep into the bone making standing a nightmare.

The strike drew first blood and lit the open street with a hoarse scream of painful distress.

“You’ll live” he said passing the man and continued for the carriage.

He had to step around it for the next two men who tried to stand behind it to draw him into view from upstairs. If this lasted too long the crossbowman would be rearmed. Marcos considered styles and ways to engage them strategically. Pushing them twenty yards back to be under the windows would make it easier but the Queen would be open. If they were organized, and this bunch appeared good quality, they could snatch her as a hostage or even kill her.

“So you want my head is all?” Marcos knew after a particularly messy accident involving three idiots with explosives, that decapitation wouldn’t kill him either.

“You gotta go, easterner, and the lady’s gotta renounce her crown.” The one on the right said drawing a sword.

In one sentence, the man just decided where he and his friend would die.

Marcos knew now that they had to kill him before moving on to the woman. Anything else could jeopardize both actions. That’s what was trained by his men in small unit tactics. They didn’t have the manpower to do more then fight him now.

The man on his left stepped up drawing a forged sword. The cheap metal was dull and was molded then hammered for shape. It was a cheap weapon desperate, cash-strapped armies used, not something for a mercenary to bet his life on. Marcos was getting disappointed in his playmates choice of cheap and unwieldy toys. They must have just gotten into town, or got a lot of money recently.

The pair attacked in tandem from the front trying to make passes on either side and keep clear of him. The one on the right led swinging low as he passed and high from behind as his partner came in. Marcos stepped in to the left, and brought his sword across catching the second man’s pass. His low counter strike bounced the man’s blade away and back out of his hands. Marcos flowed forward bringing the inside foot behind him and turned behind him continuing the movement by dropping the sword through his neck and out the armpit.

The first man jumped in and their swords crossed briefly, before Marcos slashed at his face with his gauntlet. The man barely dodged to avoid losing an eye and having his throat torn out. Pressed, the man backed up to the carriage and squared for a defensive fight hoping the crossbowman helped out. Marcos used the moment to lead with his left side holding the sword blade up along his gauntlet’s outstretched thumb. The parry the man tried was caught by his gauntlet and the sword thrust caught him in the neck pinning him to the carriage. Marcos tugged and wiggled the blade clear and snapped his wrist bleeding the man properly.

He circled the carriage to catch sight of the Queen peaking out from behind the crate. The other man by the street approached him. Both his hands rested on pommels and numerous daggers were visible along his belt. He also wore thin leather armor on his chest that also held smaller throwing knives.

Marcos let him approach. They both knew his slow approach would let the crossbowman get a shot off. Marcos wanted to use the knives this man had to kill the crossbowman so he backed slowly around to the far side of the carriage making the man adjust to keep him in clear view. He stopped at the far end covered by the front of the carriage from the man in the window.

For a moment the mutters and moans of his first attacker was the only noise. Marcos was blocked by the man on top. By himself the dagger thrower knew he was dead if he got closer or was shielded by the carriage also.

“Did they pay you very much to hunt me?” Marcos taunted.

“Enough, easterner, enough. You fight well. My brothers are glad it was you who sent them off instead of a coward’s nameless arrow.”

Marcos grinned. “If your brothers fight tonight they will meet the metal monsters of Menthino.”

The mercenary paused. “I have no more brothers after me. The merchant’s coward is up there trying to fight you.” He pulled two long daggers into his hands and touched the tips getting ready.

Marcos prepared himself also. “You don’t have to do this.”

“I’m not.” He said smirking and raised both hands high over his head. “By the way, what is your name?”

“Marcos Panthi, the Immortal of Menthino, and Champion to the Dark Mother herself.” He said with a smirk of his own.

The man charged making tight flicks with the daggers pushing Marcos back along the horses. After clearing the carriage, the clever merc hacked the harness chain burying a dagger in the carriage arm then jumped astride a horse hacking it completely free and rode off. He looked silly dressed for battle riding a harnessed horse with a royal seal and gay feathered blinders on its bridle, but he made it.

Marcos had to smile at the man. He wasn’t ready to die yet and knew it. With a smile he tugged out the dagger left behind and slunk over to the guild house. Inside he stopped, wholesale goods of dry coffee, tea, flour, trinkets from everywhere, and fireworks were stacked all over. Marcos looked around the empty store. From his gauntlet he pulled a flint and a stone. He tumbled a load of fireworks onto the ground and ripped several sacs of flour over it. Under the counter he spied some black Duavian cigars. He walked around to them and ripped open a box and stashed another. He lit the fuse of a particularly large charge finally after having his fun in the store and gathered his weapons and spoils. Outside, the late morning sun was cooking up to a hot day. Inside the guild headquarters, at least one man was about to find out hot the day was going to be.

After the building started smoking up good, Marcos crossed over and checked the wide-eyed Queen. She had been waiting for him looking like a waif in the overbearing armor. Earth shaking booms and loud screaming whistles started up from the Guilds headquarters as the fire spread into the warehouse area.

“Come on highness, I couldn’t help myself.” He said offering a hand.

“You easterners sure do know how to fight.” She said getting up and smoothed her skirts.

A muffled thump tossed burning debris from the torched building. Marcos handed her a cigar and used his gauntlet to pick up a piece of the burning building. They lit their cigars watching the building burn.

“To victory.” He toasted chuckling.

The Queen held the cigar daintily and looked at it oddly. “Where too now?” The Queen asked as they watched the fire.

Marcos turned to her. “Do you want to ally with Menthino?”

She paused narrowing her eyes at him. For this situation she received a lifetime of royal tutelage so she could say ‘yes’ on equal understanding terms, or say ‘no’ knowing why.

She nodded slowly. “Sure.”

Marcos continued. “Do you give rights for your allies to act on your behalf in this time of crisis?”

She gave him a suspicious look. “Yes, temporarily.”

“Who or what is leading this revolt or crisis element?” Marcos said opening his hands.

“The guild and the unlawful king.” She declared.

Marcos nodded soberly. “I understand. I under, temporary orders will aid the city of Sellis. Our actions will be directed towards the king and his assets, and the guild and their assets. I will go to the Senate and declare my intentions. But we’ll need to grab my men first.” He said un-harnessing the remaining horse.

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Kaarthen’s routine day took turn for the worst the moment they returned back to the palace. The courtyard in front had a detail of soldiers waiting for them. Kaarthen and her angels stood transfixed as a man livery walked up. Behind them, the servants carrying their luggage turned and went directly to the stables.

He curtly stopped them and declared. “Excuse me but you ladies must come this way. The Crown is interested in your activities.”

He led them to the palace and Kaarthen’s three servants were taken to the prison. Out of propriety, the little servants of the priestess weren’t searched, they were merely let in with a group of seven dirty men.

Kaarthen was brought to the same lounge the party was held in. She was restrained to a metal chair and left alone. In her mind, she idly wondered about the difference a day made on the appearance of the room. Lourndai was in the luggage far away. She chastised herself for leaving it not only at the party, but on the day after too.

She and the Goddess could see it through the walls and floors of the palace. The Goddess in its corner of her mind mused about creating another weapon of death. Kaarthen had numerous times thought how she wanted weapon that could shrink smaller then the wooden handled Lourndai. The weapon she made would have to be as lethal, and if possible, complementary to Lourndai itself.

The Goddess trolled through her thoughts and popped up with Marcos’ gauntlet. Kaarthen had numerous times wished the cold metal were gone when she was with him, nearly as many times its harsh savage touch had brought her ecstasy during their love making.

If the gauntlet became a mundane bracelet or a ring when dissembled, she couldn’t have that problem. The goddess’ own decisions mingled with hers and together an elegant shoulder length gauntlet materialized on her left arm. Mists of sand appeared pulling the essences from her chair and surrounding exotic metals into the armor.

The gauntlet was formed beautifully, the first time she saw it she knew it was perfect. The silvery metal cupped her shoulder. Instead of loosely covering the bicep, an etched gold tinted diamond shaped sheet shielded the outside of the muscle. The curved plate’s points wrapped into each other on the inside of her arm and connected the shoulder and elbow joints. Under the gold sheet, overlapping curved plates bound her arm in another layer of protection. Along the forearm, the overlapping plates continued and a spine ran along the outside of her arm to create an intimidating spine for a bash effect. Spikes studded her knuckles and claws accented her fingertips. At the wrist, elbow, and the side of her hand several spikes came out along the tops or sides to assist her if she needed to brush back an attack. The gauntlet’s actuation was inscribed and constructed on a wide bracelet for her left hand.

Another ring on the middle finger gave the gauntlet a fixed sword extending from the wrist. Kaarthen pushed into it a fire effect but the goddess didn’t want to cauterize people’s wounds. Instead, a freeze effect of white flame would burn with extreme cold and double as a torch. The ring actuating the sword was attached by a thin silvery chain to the bracelet.

She liked the effect. The gauntlet felt comfortably heavy. Similar magic to what she saw in Lourndai kept her weapons clean and sharp. The articulated joints were extremely maneuverable. She waited patiently and thought of the jewelry her angels would wear. She decided on some weapons they would have in common.

A ring on her index finger actuated a free wielded, razor sharp, dagger of black poisoned obsidian. The weapon was made intentionally to shatter like dust in its victims and it would reform limitlessly in her hand so long as there was dirt nearby. Its shape was crude and unfinished despite it’s extremely shape edges. The girls all agreed the weapon was the best for their fighting style.

Finally, on her right index finger she made a ring to call Lourndai. She found it wouldn’t form properly until the two made contact. It stayed as a black smudge on her finger like a tattoo, or a buildings frame waiting to be raised. The girls got rings that called their specialty swords and imbued them to become permanently sharper and stronger like Lourndai.

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The little angels in prison were not getting the reception Mara had hoped for. The men seemed oddly wary of them. Rinis sat staring blankly ahead, Ein talked to a wall designing fantasy armor, and Mara paced with her robe and pants off trying to jiggle up the next meal.

When they first came in a big brute came up and grabbed Mara. She smiled at him sweetly as he stripped her and tossed her roughly onto her back. His cock nudged her insides and she squeezed him in.

From the man’s perspective, everything went white after that in a pure orgasm unrestricted for eternity.

The rest of them heard the abrupt snapping and popping of his back and shattered hips. To make matters more confusing he fell gasping as if he was just tired in a very lifelike death rattle. The other prisoners quickly realized big Jorn did more then blow himself early over some ‘grade A fine pooz’. The men watched the girls warily after that sitting huddled together whispering to each other in a far corner.

The girls had little black smudges on their hands when booms and explosions started. The guards rushed out and shouted down in confusion. Mara dressed quietly, disappointed and a little miffed. Rinis got up also and walked to the door. Ein pulled out a needle like dart triumphantly as Mara rolled her eyes. She tumbled the lock and opened the door after the panicked guards left. The three each drew their preferred blades of engagement, and advanced along the block heading to Kaarthen, collecting souls along the way.

Rinis moved in front with armored arms and legs, her specialty sword was drawn before her. Mara stood touching her hips with two daggers double fisted, her head stayed in motion swiveling around for a target to charge. Ein was completely armored and walked alone to their left keeping their blind side clear.

Upstairs, Kaarthen was out of the suddenly uncomfortably rickety chair, and pacing and trying to decide what to do. She wanted to see what she could learn if someone came in and questioned her since Marcos could use the information. However, the Goddess was aware Marcos had just killed two people and three more were about to die by fire from his hand. Kaarthen and the Goddess wanted to immediately prosecute targets for her waist chain. Kaarthen also wanted to test out her new toys.

The materialization of her fanciful imagination had devastated the once elegant room around her. The armor and weapons had consumed most of the chair, turned her throwing knives into darts, turned the chandelier into a tangled glittery ball, made puddles of china and sterling vases like half-melted ice, and eaten away some pieces of furniture.

As she paced mulling over whether to play the prisoner or start tossing bodies a voice cut through.

A blond leading the king’s sullen brunette and redhead came in. “Thank goodness nothing happened to you Sister. I only just now heard a Head Sister came into the city.” The blond kneeled and behind her, the confused women bowed their heads after a moment. “I’m here to get you out. I’m from Dar Delis.” She said as if it meant Kaarthen was home free. The goddess told her the name of this randomly helpful soul.

Kaarthen cleared her throat. “Sister Dellin, I am on a mission still. The Queen will be installed and this is only the first stage.”

Double doors flew open behind her and without looking Kaarthen reached back and tossed a dart into the servant’s neck as he tried to close the doors behind him. He fell paralyzed and suffocated slowly on his own blood.

Kaarthen continued. “In several moments, my traveling sisters will be here. If you are prepared to leave, we will take you to the stables where you can get to the harbor quickly.”

The sister continued. “Yes Head Sister, but this city is about to blow, someone just hit the…”

“Guild headquarters, yes we know.” Kaarthen said testily. Outside the girls were cutting through Palace like they were running down hill with the wind at their backs. “It was ahead of schedule, but they acted first. The girls are here you may want to move.”

Behind them, the hall sounded like a room quietly eating dinner. The sound of metallic clangs weren’t like loud sword fighting but rather like subdued quick scrapes of metal on a plate or brushing stone. Frequently, the clatter of dropped weapons on the stone floor of the hallway was heard. That particular noise was troubling for them to understand since they knew most of the wide hallway outside was carpeted. The odd noises grew slightly louder as they listened, but they were definitely getting closer.

The doors behind them burst open suddenly with the weight of a mostly intact body. Three tiny messengers of death came up and stepped over the carcass into the room. The view of the hall through the doors behind them was vastly different scene then what the four saw coming up. Blood and broken bodies littered the landing in front of the door.

Except for Mara, everything on or around them was coated in obscene layers of splashed blood. Only Mara’s arms up to her elbows were dripping blood. She had been maneuvering and stabbing her targets gleefully.

The two groups of women looked critically at each other. “Well lead the way,” Sister Dellin said finally.

Half the path they took to the stables was over the carnage in the wide hall. The direction the girls came from wasn’t very clear because partial remains and broken bodies lined the walls and spread along the floor all the way up and down the hallway. Short tables, pictures, mirrors, and curtained windows dripped with fresh crimson lacquer.

Rinis and Ein strode in front of the group confidently while Kaarthen strode up the rear. Mara disappeared from sight up ahead. The women were surprised to turn corners or pass rooms and see her put the final touches on a guard or servant. It seemed she wanted to add shock value by popping out over an unsuspecting guard and mercilessly stab and slice him to the ground as they came into view turning corners or passing doorways.

As they came down the wide stairs at the entrance, Mara rejoined them and bounced along goose stepping next to Kaarthen. The party exited the open entranceway to find the rest of the Palace in communications break down and in complete uninformed disarray. Many people were not aware of the carnage inside as they watched in wonder the nearby burning guild headquarters. Kaarthen had them quickly sheathe their weapons and move quickly around the crowd.

The Duchess was the ranking person and stood in a shiny chest plate over a purple leather-riding outfit with a jeweled sword on her belt. Despite what she thought of the situation, a show must be made about not giving up her place in line. As the head of house for a royal family, anyone attacking the king had to get through her. She looked out over the city with five armored guards in matching purple, white, black, and gold uniforms.

The color scheme was different but Kaarthen was surprised that out here someone wore Menthino’s colors unwittingly. Her party got odd looks as they trooped past from those not facing outwards looking at the ominous pillar of smoke.

Kaarthen’s angels were the only ones dripping blood. Everyone else around them was dressed for crisis but didn’t know what was happening. None of them knew the Dark Mother’s three hands had just seized what they could inside.

“Is someone attacking the palace?” The Duchess asked turning to look at them at the behest of a growing crowd shifting their attention to them.

“Yes, we ran into craven assassins in there.” Kaarthen lied. “Form up a supported armored company before entering, but move quickly to catch the murderers.” She added confusing them with two mutually exclusive orders. She hustled the group along and had the girls prepare their distance weapons. Incase they randomly stumbled upon their secret.

She didn’t have to worry, instant confusion and chaos broke out behind them as the crowd reconnected themselves to the world and learned of the situation inside. Orders were shouted and rescinded. People ran in to check and out to alert.

They scurried through the chaos around the back of Palace’s north wing to the stables. The wide long stables sat along the back of the palace wing. In it, Kaarthen had a saddle boy stop gawking at them and saddle their horses. She found Lourndai missing among the baggage. This confused her since she had just seen it here. She turned.

“Where’s the…” She was stopped by the Goddess and looked down. Below them, clear as day to her, the treasure of the city had been collected.

She turned to the women and stable boy. “You can all go. Please have pleasant trip.” She said flatly.

“What? I…” A knife thrown to the stable boy’s throat caught him by surprise. A slash under his arm and between his ribs and he died choking on his own blood despite being able to breath out of his armpit.

The women mounted and rode out looking at her oddly. They didn’t hide feelings of uncertainty and dubiousness at her actions. Behind them, Kaarthen was already working sweeping out old hay from a unique, wide, and empty stall bearing the royal seal. Under an old layer of hay, a door was found. Kaarthen pulled it open and found herself in the royal secret tunnel.

She dropped down and found herself in an underground tunnel. It seemed an orgy room, everywhere women’s under things and accessories were scattered by frantic lovemaking. The king or someone, had been bringing women to the secret location. They must have showed off the royal horde to get a rise before shagging their dazzled dame.

A heavy wood door at one end of the short tunnel led to the palace, another similar door led to the treasure room she had been standing over. She called for Ein to come down and had Rinis and Mara close, lock, and guard the stable.

Kaarthen knew time was short once the stable closed. People would try to force themselves in eventually since horses are a big part of what the city does. The royal stable had two hundred stalls and held valuable product perhaps worth what was to be found below. Kaarthen would set fire to it all and reenter the palace if necessary.

The treasure room door oddly wasn’t locked which made her curious about what the room was the tunnel’ other end went to. The room had a low ceiling with many old black thick timber beams. The area was roughly the size of the stable above. Yellow light from the stable above illuminated the place. Up top, the stalls were well lit while the stable’s interior was less luminous. Down here was obvious why, snorting horses and displaced strands of straw fell from above as the horses hid the secret of this place. Kaarthen hoped her sword hadn’t been pissed on.

Inside the treasure room were trinkets of unimportance covered in dust, possibly from when the city was an island a few thousand years ago. Kaarthen walked further and found that a majority of it all was recently placed. The king had seized one fifth of all assets of the guild and placed it all here it seemed. Among the things, she saw one thing that made the goddess focus her as she paused.

A pile of statues and effigies to the Dark Mother were dropped and broken in a large pile. Shine and glitter drew her eyes into it. An old gift from neighboring Dar Delis to Sellis was here. It was an old realistic miniature statue of the death aspect with mithril chain mail. She touched the metal looking at the signature of it written by the gods and before her eyes, it pulsed and extended becoming many times its size.

It grew from being a pretty bracelet to something she could wear. In an instant, the change happened with a whirl wind of changes to key parts of the pieces signature. She actuated it into a necklace and picked it up to look at. Its weight was feathery and pleasant. As a necklace, it still shined with the brilliant radiance of mithril.

As she sat wondering over the divine gift, Ein snooped and found Lourndai. Once in Kaarthen’s hand her spell of bonding merged magic and her ring actuated on her right hand. Now with little thought she could actuate Lourndai from thin air by calling it from wherever it was just like the girls with their swords.

Kaarthen moved out of the room feeling suddenly closer to the goddess. With the mithril, she felt much better then with the gauntlet or Lourndai could do for her despite knowing it was mundane compared to the two.

Kaarthen couldn’t tell if the other things in the room were really of value. She was annoyed no chests of gold and jewels were found.

She had the girls open the stable doors and come down. Together they opened the door into the palace but found a simple storage room on the other side.

Kaarthen led them back up to the stable. She had Mara open the stable doors and hide the stable boy’s body. Ein and Rinis dumped their bloody clothes in a water trough. Kaarthen never realized importance of quick clean material but when they pulled them back out, they were passable. The edges of the splatters had dried creating subtle patterns, but the rest washed out. The women wore them wet and packed up to move out.

Kaarthen had a faint idea where they would strike next.

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Marcos and the Queen reached the harbor within less than an hour by following the canal. He was able to find the captain of the detachment and ready his men quickly. The plan he needed was for the men to find carts hide their armor and sneak into the city in small groups.

He turned around and was back off to the capital to make a formal declaration without even getting off the horse.

The city gate was as crowded as usual getting into the city. He noted the bored and inattentive guards and breathed relief. His invasion depended on these unprofessional guardians of the city.

He moved with the flow of the crowd as he got higher on the hill the energy of the city could be felt. The headquarters of most of the cities workers was burning. The Palace was unresponsive it seemed. He continued up and as he got to the Senate he found the towering head and shoulders of Kaarthen moving through the crowds.

“Why hello sisters.” Marcos called out once getting next to them.

“Marcos, they tried to arrest us.” Kaarthen said and looked at the Queen before continuing. “We did some sad things and escaped. We may not be allowed back in there.”

“So where are you going now?” Marcos asked.

“To the ambassador’s residence to wait for you.” Kaarthen said pointing.

“Well woman, you’re going the wrong way.” He said and looked up. “Follow us to the senate up a head.” He looked back at the Queen. “Get us a covered carriage back to the Palace after this”

The senate house was full with the day’s excitement. They expected a Queen’s abdication and exile or execution today. The King was surprised at Marco’s arrival. When the Queen moved in unannounced and sat, he looked truly confused and waved over several aides.

The Queen stopped the proceedings and called Marcos before the court.

“Lord Panthi, for the short time Menthino has been an ally your country has done much good.” A murmur arose around them. “Your assistance has been balancing a time of uncertainty here. We have heard of a recent decision regarding our relationship and trade in Mavvus I hope this court can hear it.”

Marcos spoke his piece of political theater clearly for the politicians in back. “Highnesses, Members in equal standing of the court, Menthino has decided it will cease trade relations with Sellis during this time of emergency.” A furor arose behind him at the words. He waited until things quieted. “Unfair trade practices are cited but general diplomatic cooling is creating an unworkable environment.”

The Queen quieted them and spoke. “Perhaps, Lord Panthi, our guild can speak to your fears.”

“Perhaps but I have not seen a representative the whole time I’ve been in the city.” Marcos shouted for effect. “If your serious then I need to meet, or whatever trade controlling body needs to meet me before I leave to advise my Crown.” He hoped that was clear enough.

“You can decide now?” The Queen pushed.

“Yes Highness, with the proper discussion your city won’t lose a trade that could disassemble your magnificent horse trading industry.” Marcos gestured.

“Excellent news.” She said bouncing back and sitting up in her chair. She turned to address the pale sickly King. “Can we arrange a meeting for this important discussion?” The Queen suggested.

“Aaa…Of course.” He sputtered sounding unsure.

He was pasty and sweating again. He looked weak in these halls but boisterous when outside. Marcos noticed a lead advisor not in the party last night. He had a trimmed beard and seemed confident enough to look Marcos in the eye. Rings of gold were on his hands and a circle necklace was worn about his shoulders. His shirt seemed to be silk. Marcos figured that would be his next target for questioning.

“Well then, since you are leaving so soon we hope you can have a meeting tonight. Lord Panthi please have a safe trip.” The Queen finished and rose.

Marcos turned and left to walk back past the angry glares of impotent men who voted away their powers.

Marcos walked into the antechamber and saw Kaarthen and her girls looking inconspicuous as they thumbed their weapons in the back of the room.

The Queen came out after a few moments. Outside the doors opened as the large enclosed carriage rolled up. Two maidens bustled out quickly rushing to the Queen.

“Highness a terrible thing has happened. The Palace was under attack!” A brunette squealed

The Queen whitened. As they came up to her. “Oh my how are the girls?”

“We made it fine hiding in a closet. The screams will make it hard to sleep.” She sobbed.

The Queen turned to Marcos. “I must be available for my country. Once I have the palace situation controlled I will send word to the ambassador’s residence.” She turned quickly and left with the maiden in tow.

“Perhaps we could watch her.” Kaarthen suggested.

“No, appearing weak is much worse than appearing slightly out of control for a moment. What happened? You were there weren’t you? Did you see anything?” He questioned Kaarthen as they moved to the carriage.

“They tried to arrest us. I found the treasure room as we tried to escape and found this.” Kaarthen actualized and displayed her gauntlet, weapons, and mithril chain mail once she got into the carriage.

“Sellis has treasure like that?” Marcos stared at each item. “And, you found it breaking out of prison? Let me guess, I bet the door was unlocked?” He joked leaning back.

Around them, the city started moving as the carriage moved out and turned into the street traffic.

“Yes actually.” Kaarthen said making him snap up. “Several discarded small pants and decorative hair ties were on the ground too. Well the outer door to the escape tunnel wasn’t, but the escape hatch to the stables was so yes actually, the door was unlocked.”

Marcos almost fell out of his seat at that. “A secret escape tunnel used as a love nest and an unlocked treasure room door. A week ago I would have not believed it, but now it makes perfect sense.” He sighed and laid back. Plucking out a stashed cigar, he chewed it in his mouth looking out the window and sighed again. Around them citizens were rioting in some patches. “If this place weren’t such an imminent disaster we could have just had a civil discussion. Instead, we’re trying to trap and kill a foreign government. This is a regime change Kaarthen.”

The arrived at the ambassador’s residence and barged into the lounge as if they owned the place. Trailing them was a slender manservant in livery. Mara led the girls to lay back in the couches and lounge. Kaarthen stayed out in the hallway to get the servants to start some food.

In the lounge, the room was empty except the small young looking maid who seemed to be loitering. Marcos lit his cigar in a wall lamp and turned to her.

“What did I tell you about being suspicious?” He shouted. He waved over to the manservant. “Strip and search her.”

In this completely random town, a random inspection would make the most sense.

The servant started by asking for her apron, her headpiece, her shoes. Marcos sat when they got to the dress. Mara moved over and sat back on his lap.

The girl tried to balk at removing the dress and the manservant had to spin her around to pull it off. Finally, she stood in just a shift. Marcos had him toss over the dress and by crunching it in his hands, he found hard small things in the seams.

“What are these?” He asked ripping down the dress to get to the hidden pockets.

He found listening bells. Flattened, egg-shaped, hollow spheres with a long slit running through the middle that helped a nosy girl listen to too many conversations. Also, Marcos found and pocketed a set of various sized lock picks.

“Where did you get these?” Marcos started. Mara fiddled with a throwing knife on top of him.

The girl tried to stay brave. “I found them here. They are quiet common.”

“Why didn’t you return them, isn’t that stealing?” Proper interrogations are done by a thousand cuts.

“I just held onto them, I never took them.” She answered still defiant.

“You just made them unavailable for whoever they were for.” Marcos pushed.

She got confused on that. “I…”

Marcos smile and began another line of questioning to connect. “Let’s move on. Who have you listened to?”

The girl stuttered. “I didn’t I just…”

“YOU LIE!! You listened to me discuss my plans minutes after my arrival.” Marcos roared.

The girl pleaded. “I was waiting for you Milord.”

Marcos snorted. “I can’t trust you. I now feel that I must hurt you to ensure cooperation.” He turned to the manservant. “Fetch a chair.”

As he waited, Marcos considered how much to hurt her. “While we wait, start a fire and make sure it’s hot.”

The sniveling girl moved to comply barely able to see from tears.

He questioned the manservant as he came with the chair. “Are you a local?”

“No Sir, I am residence staff from Osmuun. I take care of all the residence’s common areas and duties here on this block.”

“Do you know of this girl? Have you seen this girl often?”

“No Milord.” He said quickly.

Marcos waved him off.

Marcos cleared his throat. “Mara I will start counting and you will move up cutting her from toes to head. If she comes off that chair cut her again. Be creative, because each cut must be higher then the next, do you understand?”

“Yes Master.” She replied quietly staring at the girl’s feet.

He turned to the girl as she rushed from the fire to her seat.

She pleaded. “Milord, I’m just a girl.”

Marcos paused to clear his throat. “One.” He had killed younger girls in fights to the death over food.

Mara jumped down and made a small cut before hopping back into his lap gleefully. The girl writhed and screamed on the chair. The cut wasn’t immediately obvious until her nailbed on the big toe started going bleeding profusely.

“That looks horrible.” Marcos noted dryly. “What is your name girl?”

“Carline, Milord.” She wheezed and ripped the chair like it was about to run away.

Marco continued. “And where are you from Carline?”

“Fffrom here lord.” She stuttered through the pain.

He leaned in. “Do you like what’s happening Carline?”

She cringed. “Nnno, Milord.”

Marcos leaned back. “What is happening Carline?”

“You’re hurting me.” She accused.

“Two.” Like a shot Mara jumped down grabbed the foot and flicked her knife under the toes flaying a flap of skin a few inches wide along the bottom of her foot.

Again, more screams lit the room until they slowed to quiet sobs.

“I’m trying to get answers from someone I don’t trust.” Marcos gestured with his hands as he corrected. “Where are you from and don’t tell me ‘here’.”

She cringed again. “The lower end of the west side lord.”

“Hmm.” Marcos was getting bored and hungry. Carline shifted uncomfortably torturing herself thinking he was considering something ominous for her.

Kaarthen came in at that moment. “I got some food coming.”

“Good. Hey, Carline, let’s wrap this up. Who buys information around here?” Marcos offered.

“Ah…Umm the guild sir.” She sputtered.

Marcos shifted. “They pay you?”

“Yesss.” She hissed.

“Anybody else?” He asked.

“Nnno lord.” She said quietly.

“Great. Whom do you speak too?” Marcos demanded.

She straightened. “Umm..”

“Don’t make me count you to your death.” Marcos warned.

“They’ll kill me.” She pleaded.

Marcos almost chuckled. “I’ll hurt you… and do worse. If you’re lucky they’ll all be dead by tonight anyway.”

She thought about it. “The king’s advisor Garren watches this place.”

“Okay, not too bad.” Marcos mused sniffing the smell of food in the air. “What’s he look like?”

She almost swooned remembering. “Handsome but rude with a beard, brown hair, and laughing eyes.”

Marcos figured him to be the clown who smiled at him in court.

“What does he want to know?” Marcos asked.

She shrugged. As the foot numbed, she tried to make this all seem normal. “Usually nothing. He just wants anything of interest. He recently wanted to hear about you.”

“Will you see him again?” Marco said getting up.

“If I hear about your travel plans I must signal him.”

“How do you signal?”

“I…” she paused knowing she’d be useless to him soon. “Milord please don’t kill me!”

“Five.” Marcos blurted randomly.

Mara got in and grabbed both feet slicing along the arches then dropped one and made a deep cut between her outer small toes. Carline barely twitched until they were dropped.

“Oh that’s right.” Marcos said after counting. “Mara you’ll have to cut higher she’s numb already.”

“Yes, Master.” She replied dejectedly from behind him.

“The signal.” Marcos demanded. Carline was flushed and sweating. She was rigid and stared ahead silently as her mind tried to protect her. “After that, I’ll let you heal here, but no more playing spy.”

She turned her head to him slowly gaining hope. “I write a letter and I mark a window with a red candle. That day the letter goes out with regular dispatch. Nobleman Garren is an advisor to the King and comes to our block if he wants to talk. He’ll meet me after as I bring tea.”

“Good.” He stood. “Carline I want a letter written advising him of a landing force outside the city attacking the harbor very soon.”

Marcos turned to the pale manservant. “Take her upstairs make sure she does it right.”

“Carline, what no one told you is the power of words. You were sold into a game you had no business being in. Against the state, it never mattered if you were young or pretty. Many lives were at stake so bringing you onto the merciless field is… within limits. Remember until your old age to understand the risk, and to truly understand if you can take it. We wouldn’t be having this conversation if you truly believed in what you did. You were just used. Use your second chance well.” The manservant had to carry her to bed.

Another maid came in twitching and advising them about dinner. The group followed her in and ate a refreshing course of meals before retiring back into the lounge.

Marcos arranged for Carline’s message to go out after reading it for precise information. Making the city’s defenses empty out would be a huge boon.

By late afternoon, the Captain and his men started to show up at the residence by infiltrating in small groups. Marcos didn’t ask where they hid their armor and they didn’t tell.

“The men are formed and ready Sir. The colonel is down stairs he seemed to think it wise.” The captain reported.

“Great.” The colonel was right to be away. His presence could make Marcos error during this planning if his mind was distracted. “Have him go with a team and make recon on the gate leading to the harbor. He needs to let us know how many troops are leaving and what equipment, weapons, direction, and appearance of competence they’re.”

The captain chuckled. “I understand sir, the guards we saw were less then alert.”

His plan of burning out the city’s cancer was coming along well he just needed them to send the invite.

Just before dinner, a messenger came to the door requesting audience.

“I have a message to deliver to Lord Panthi.” He said looking around expectantly.

“It is I.” Marcos called.

“We are to meet in the Guildhouse at once. Please follow me.” The man announced.

“I am prepared.” Marcos said and nodded to the Captain.

Kaarthen and her girls stalked Marcos at a distance as he moved down with the messenger. The two got down to street level and boarded a carriage. Kaarthen followed them on the oddly deserted streets south past the palace to a large elegant looking warehouse across a wide plaza from the burnt down wreck of the former headquarters.

Around her, the area bustled with other carriages and horsemen arriving. She moved over across the street to be unnoticed as she watched the activities. From the shadows of the burnt out hulk Kaarthen looked at the building and the entering members. The building was filling and seemed they would have their goal of a full house.

The large warehouse from the outside appeared smaller than its true size. The ground under the structure was dug out to create large storage and guest areas. Kaarthen could see it as an actual complex that the Guild headquarters had also been apart. Escape tunnels went to the buildings next door and a large hallway connected the destroyed headquarters.

Around her things were slowing as the last of the guild members got in. In quiet unassuming groups, three man teams pushed carts around the building stopping in the shadows surrounding the guild.

After finding their position, two men would jump in back. One man stood watch while the two others got in heavy armor and waited among the stacks of oil and hay. Kaarthen moved over to a drunken homeless man who happened to have an excellent view of what was going on around the building.

“Captain, I am going to cut off their escape tunnels. There are three exits not including the headquarters. Two tunnels go to the building next door on the south side. I will enter through the Headquarters, another three will enter to the east heading in. Guard the exits but do not enter. What is your signal for the fire?”

The homeless man nodded and quietly spoke. “The colonel is watching the chamber from the roof for a signal. He’ll break out all the windows and start to scream like a banshee to start it.”

“Excellent.” Behind her Ein, Mara, and Rinis took off like three shadows to the south to circle around the building.

Kaarthen went back and looked among the rumble. The door to the underground passage was cleared of debris and ash, it looked recently used after the fire. Kaarthen actuated her gauntlet and crept over to it looking for any traps.

After a moment, she pulled the handle of the door, and eased it up as quietly as she could. Light streamed up and stone steps led down two yards to the floor of the tunnel. The area underneath was well lit and appeared to be still used. The wall on either side was lined with shelving completely stuffed with scrolls of what appeared to be invoices and shipping orders. Kaarthen moved quietly towards the direction of the guild house. An intersection came up and her path was blocked. By her estimations, she was barely out from under the headquarters. Kaarthen took the left branch and came along a passage lined with several rooms.

The Goddess took a quick glance and stopped her. To the left at the far end was a room with a group of people inside. Kaarthen crept to the door and heard the voices of multiple men raping at least one woman.

With a savage kick she busted open the door. Everyone paused looking at her as she took in the scene. Along the entire floor was thick hay like a horses stall. To the left, were four short spikes in a periodically spaced line along the wall. Chained to each spike were two lazy eyed lethargic women who seemed drugged or dazed. In the far back of the room, a square pit twice the size of a royal bed was filled with hay and a partially opened hay bale. A haystack towering in the right corner and reaching the ceiling was infested with sleeping pale scrawny women hiding in the fluffy pile.

In front of Kaarthen, the blond Sister Dellin and the brunette women from the palace she had escorted were being raped and questioned by three pants-less gruff looking men on the other side of a table and a few chairs. Each of the men sported huge wrist thick erections with low sagging balls nearly the size of eggs.

Sister Dellin was being ruthlessly used while bent over a chair. Her pussy and ass were white with the loads they had been pumped full of. Multiple loads had dried on her and multiple more were wet and frothy around her holes. The brunette was taking the two other men at either end as she was bent forward. She hung limply as she was skewered between them. The men’s clothing and a few whips were laid out across the table next to bottles of rum, only a few steps from Kaarthen in the middle of the room.

Along the wall on her right side, the red head was hanging by her shackled arms facing the wall. Next to her, a man was chained upside down dripping wet in a similar fashion. Both looked to have been beaten pretty severely. The redhead’s asshole was gaping and blaring red despite being white washed with thick ropes of cum.

The five people in front of the door turned to look at her as the door fell. The blade on Kaarthen’s gauntlet actuated with the sliding metallic sound of a sword being drawn as she froze staring at them in righteous anger.

The three men scrambled around to arm themselves. Two came the quick way around the table to her left and Kaarthen sliced across the first man’s neck and brought her arm back through the second man’s front leg as he came forward onto it.

The snap of a whip caught her attention as the third man came forward with a driving whip for carriage horse teams.

Kaarthen without thinking snapped up Lourndai and extended it through the man’s chest. In a blink, two and half feet of magically sharpened steel as wide a hand and as thick as her finger exploded out his back and buried in the wall directly behind him. She pulled back the blade and recast it to a useful size. Looking around, the women in the back of the room cast fearful confused looks at her while hidden in the hay.

“How many of you can travel?” Kaarthen called out.

“I can.” Said Sister Dellin moving over to lean on the table. The brunette picked herself up slowly. Finally, rising to her feet, a gush of cum splattered the floor and rolled down the brunette’s leg in gobs.

Kaarthen tried to ignore the sound of their holes trying to close. Farts and wet burps accompanied the women’s movements.

“This place is to be destroyed. What can be done about those… women?” Kaarthen said motioning around the room.

“If I can find key’s we’ll get them out of here.” Sister Dellin announced

Kaarthen turned to her. “The way out is same but this place is surrounded. You’ll need to keep them at the stairs until I can have the door opened.”

“You won’t come too?” She squeaked before catching herself.

“No, but this time I’ll get you out of here myself.” Kaarthen looked at the other women and determined that they would get better with time and lots of indirect love.

Lourndai made quick work of their chains. The redhead and the man simply fell wetly to the ground once they cut down. Once the chained women were released, they quietly herded to the door. Sister Dellin had to stop the pitiful creatures as Kaarthen turned to getting the women in the haystack out. Pulling them out one by one took forever and the wriggling women were difficult to hold onto. Once released, it was an even chance they scurried to the door or tried to dive back into the haystack.

Kaarthen eventually resorted to waving her gauntlet’s frozen sword in the haystack and deep pit to help find anyone she missed.

Finally done, she walked the group down to the stone stairs and warned Sister Dellin again not to let them leave until she returned or the door opened from above.

“And take this Sister.” Kaarthen offered her the obsidian dagger. “It is sharp and imbued with poison but it won’t fail you.”

“Thank you Sister you are truly a great daughter to our mother.” Sister Dellin said clutching her gift.

Heading back, Kaarthen raced around looking through walls and doors with the Goddess’ sight. In a mad race, she continuously double backed catching servants and scribes moving through the halls.

As Kaarthen closed in on the hall ending in the Guildhouse, the door burst open and a rush of scared men in robes came face to face with her. Kaarthen chuckled that after all the rushing around she found herself in the perfect spot where everyone would have to come through her.

The pasty sweaty men in the front of the line weren’t heard as they shouted warning to those pushing frantically from behind. With an efficiency that would have stunned anyone who knew it, Kaarthen wielded the gauntlets wrist sword and Lourndai in a beautiful dance of death for the first time together.

As the crowd funneled through in line they came into her vertical swipes of Lourndai hacking down the waves of men. Her burning frost blade whipped through the stragglers. Sparks flew from where the blades flew through stone. The walls bled as the wet blades gouged through them as Kaarthen’s will and superhuman strength guided them around harvesting souls from flesh.

Men came into her thinking the flickering bright light and screams ahead were just more fire, and they girded themselves, or foolishly closed their eyes. Curtains of blood from the men they had been following fell to reveal the ghastly vision of Kaarthen’s dance. Her form was illuminated in flashes of whipping arms, shining eyes, and the white rope of her hair among the glinting walls and glistening carnage. The men always froze and tried to stop as they came to her, but like all the others momentum and the press from behind meant they could only raise terrified bloodcurdling screams as they were harvested.

Finally the deluge of panicked fools stopped. Beyond her, the room they poured from was burning too intensely and was blocking their path to her. In the light of her armblade and the open door’s glow, the scars on the walls told of her ferocity. The rivulets of blood, the shattered bodies’ dismembered parts, the stink of eviscerated bowels, the ache of her muscles, and the drips of blood that echoed over the steady roar of the fire were all vindication of the horrors the slaves had felt. The death she brought was a cleansing of their sullied femininity. The Goddess was pleased.

Ahead the curtain of flames moved and an armored behemoth stepped through clearing a path. It was a nearly seven foot tall man in cleverly designed armor that presented smooth slopes from every possible attacking angle. The metal appeared to be thick enough that Kaarthen doubted Lourndai could cut it despite its ability to hack stone with ease. The behemoth carried a sword three and half feet long and thicker and heavier than Lourndai with a similar shape of a flat-backed single-edged S shaped blade, triangular armor piercing tip, with a short six inch blade running along the back.

They paused looking at each other then it raised a hand to her and waved.

“All clear behind us ma’am” he shouted.

Kaarthen was startled out of her bloodlust as a gust of wind pulled her to reality and carried to her the sound of shouts of all clear from the other end.

She rushed back and found the slaves being led out. Hard looking muscular beggars and bums bandaged the redhead and the man she found. She almost missed a pale cold figure in a robe curled in on himself with a wide eyed surprised look.

“He came after you left. He was a guildsman drunk and barely able to stand. He took one look at us and tried to raise an alarm.” Sister Dellin said starring at what Kaarthen presumed was her work.

“You did well harvesting him Sister. Was it your first time?”

“It was.”

“I will sing for you tonight.”

“Thank you sister and I you.” Sister Dellin said embracing her tightly. “You honor me. You were always in control. I was just supposed to grab the King’s women and bring them in to be questioned. I haven’t had this much trouble before at all in any city I’ve worked. I had no idea what to do when this city fell into chaos. When everything fell apart, you were strong and amazing. When you come to Dar Dellis I shall sing in every temple for you.” She babbled.

Kaarthen led her up onto the street while keeping her under her arm. The Guildhouse was completely destroyed already. The trenches dug for it under the walls initially as a warehouse had fed the flames perfectly. The inferno inside had sucked in oil with the air as it consumed the interior with enough heat to melt and collapse the copper roof. The circular roof of the central speaking hall had also collapsed and the fire bellowed out intensely in a roaring yellow pillar pointing straight into the sky. Around them, a city watched as their greatest, most cherished institution burned to the ground.

The men Marcos brought were stashing their armor as they came out of the hidden tunnels and blended into the crowd. Kaarthen’s little angels had found their way over to her. Their exploits were nonexistent since few people inside had known of the other secret entrances. In the crowd’s panic, it was Kaarthen who stopped them as they ran for a familiar way out.

A hobbled old man came over as she watched the blaze.

“Ma’am, Marcos is at the Palace now, would you like me to lead?”

Kaarthen chuckled and led her girls away into the dark embracing night of death to finish their work.

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As Kaarthen approached the Palace, she saw it had become organized somewhat. It had the look of an army field camp. Bodies had been pulled out from the rooms and halls and laid out in lines. Several tents were set up since people weren’t keen on going back into the Palace.

Armored men in orange, blue, and brown shirts with shiny steel helmets, arm braces, and chest plates patrolled carrying spears and swords. Kaarthen could see the Queen seated near a carriage looking over reports. She wore an elegant suit of armor that protected her upper body and lower legs in a shell of steel. The suit was intended for mounted battles and her thighs were left protected by a skirt of thick hardened leather.

Marcos whistled Kaarthen over before she was noticed. She turned to see him among the shadows across the wide street from the Palace’s encamped front lawn. Several of his men were hidden with him in an alley further back acting as vagrants and dirty drunks.

“Well how was it?” Kaarthen asked.

“Good. I found the man that Carline the maid was paid by. I got some answers from him too. Nobleman Rocert is coming into the city in another month. He is a face of the guild and important to capture. The King is in there somewhere.” Marcos said noting the bustling Palace. “They haven’t done much about the Guildhouse. In fact they seem real insular right now.”

“What do you mean?”

“Maybe it’s the Queen’s orders, but they are only patrolling on the Palace grounds. No drawn out patrols are being made for the city’s security for some reason. It helps us move about the city around them, but the concentration of security is a little daunting for recon, or anything other than a frontal assault. You must have really messed them up.”

Kaarthen smiled and grabbed his hand. “It was my angels. They were put in a dark, dirty, jail with dirty men who wanted to play with their bodies.”

Marcos shuddered. “That’s pretty harsh for a jailbreak. They took out carts of the pieces already. Those are the intact bodies. They must have killed almost a hundred people in there.”

“They got lost.” Kaarthen replied with a shrug.

Marcos looked at her knowingly.

“So what’s your plan?” Kaarthen asked finally.

Marcos leaned back and shrugged. “Just to watch. Even if the Queen is in trouble it would damage the Crown’ image for her to be seen relying on us.”

“So, what is she to do?” Kaarthen said looking over at the illuminated Queen quietly writing at her desk. She seemed untouched by the bustle around her.

Marcos shrugged and rubbed his head. “Confront him, challenge him, kill him, I really don’t know. Sellis has laws I’m not familiar with, but ostensibly she should have power over him since he married into the crown.”

They stood quiet and watched for a moment.

“What happened to the girls I rescued?” Kaarten asked suddenly

Marcos blinked, and turned to regard her. “They were taken to the Ambassadors residence. What’s their story?”

“I haven’t even spoken to one yet.” She replied quietly.

Marcos leaned in. “Be careful taking things home. It’s always sad to have to kill what you try to protect.”

“Perhaps.” Kaarthen paused. “You know, Mara could get in there.”

Marcos snapped over and looked down over at Mara. “Really? How?”

“Watch.” Kaarthen turned as Mara stepped forward.

Kaarthen pulled from her the message she ate with the hair. The instructions for the glossy haired brunette could be read and told to Mara’s receptive body. The changes started slow as her inside shifted first.

Mara pulled off the outer robe and stripped off the leathers. Marcos looked around, as she got naked. He was more then slightly incredulous as she stood still in the street. For a moment, nothing happened then Marcos noticed her hair and skin darkening. Slowly, her torso shrank, and her limbs lengthened. Her breasts and hips narrowed and shrank becoming more modest curves. Finally, with an odd twitch her hair poofed into gentle wavy curls of the silky black long waist length hair he remembered from earlier.

Mara bent and dressed back into her pants and pulled her robe over her head before stepping forward again with a smirk.

“How do you like it? Except for her eyes the changes are exact.” Kaarthen beamed.

Mara modeled the body and twisted to show herself off.

“I understand you have some aggression towards this woman. Mara will help you release it for you later if you like.” Kaarthen said as the two women fell into each other for a hug.

Marcos looked from them to the Palace and back. “That’s clever Kaarthen. She can pass as that other woman?”

“Yes. We don’t know the brunette’s voice so she may not sound the same, but she will get passed the guards.”

Marcos eyed the Mara closely. “Good, that works for me.”

I hope people enjoy this. People who post these stories are looking for many things. I just enjoy comments, and knowing people enjoy the story.

I would like to know, if you do Jack/Jill off that the stories help. If, as you are enjoying yourself, you peal another layer of the dark onion of desire in the back of your mind, and think to yourself “wow, if only they….”.

Leave a comment. You’re likely not alone. Honestly, know you’re not alone even if you are one percent, there are millions of us. So just know even the comments are free. if you want to PM ideas, questions, or random non related stuff. BTW this is now just over half of what was written, editing is slow…

The idea may not be in every segment, but you will certainly be more likely see your fetish if you request it. I write because I haven’t seen enough stories they way I like.

There will be a three part story (called ‘Sweat’, ‘Spit’, and ‘Tears’) about the Spear Mistresses and their rather single minded efforts to purge the elves. you haven’t seen the last of them.

Also (restitution of love) is being edited too. It’ll be the sequel for dissolution of love.

Look for series ‘Victorious’ it’s a present day work, and more involved. (I hope) It fell out of my head, it works, and I enjoy it. I hope we can share.

So please enjoy and comment freely. I’ll respect your freedom of speech if you exercise it. You could be in china right now….

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Hi My name is Amber Smith I work for Crystal Forest Fire. My job is going from station to station looking for flash fires. I was in tower 4 on the north side of the lake one afternoon when I watch this flash came across the sky over my tower into the lake on the south side. I looked through my binocular’s to see if I could see any thing there was a big object sitting near the shore. I ran back to my ranger truck and started to drive over to see what it was. As I approached with caution I could see no openings to this Alien craft. I walked a little closer to touch the craft it was ice cold. I started getting these flash images in my head of women having sex with each other and being pregnant. I took my hand off the craft feeling a little dizzy. I turned to walk away to radio it in…when the craft opened a door and this alien creature came out. It’s eyes were very hypnotic I couldn’t move as I struggled to brake free. As I move toward this thing under it’s spell it grabbed me slid it’s tongue like thing down my throat out the corner of my eye I saw this scorpion like tail come up and sting my neck. I passed out after that when I awoke I was sitting inside the ranger truck. I was no longer Amber Smith I was a Alien slave to help pregnant all women I come in contact with.

In my mind over & over I saw these images flashing of woman having sex with each other and being impregnant by this Parasite Creature. That creature was me. It has taken over my body but I was thinking like Amber it sounds weird. I drove over to tower 2 to check the area when I saw a female hiker. She was checking her map so I stop to help her. I picked her up and drove her back to tower 2. I was aroused looking at this young girl with perky breasts,blonde hair,long legs coming out from her shorts. My creature side was showing me images in my mind on how to seduce this girl. As she walked ahead of me my tail came out and stung her. She fell to the ground paralized staring up at me wondering what was going to happen to her. I picked her up carried her into the ranger station. Laid her down on the cot removed her clothes then my own. Laid on top of her sliding my tongue over her neck biting,licking it. Then down to her breasts sucking,biting them as well. I moved down to her hairless pussy slid my tongue into her cunt using it like a cock in & out watching her body respond when she was reaching climax my cock like tail slide into her cunt pumping my parasite sperm into her. I continued to suck on her breasts as my sperm filled her cunt. I stared into her eyes using mind control telling her what her job is from now on. She nod her head OBEYING me completely. We got dressed and left the tower. I drove her out to the highway. I went to the rest stop 10 miles up the road.

Upon arriving there I saw more women for slavery. I noticed this mother and 2 daughter’s walking down toward the lake I knew this was a bonus. The daughter’s looked 15 & 17 and the Mom in her 40’s. All wearing shorts, halter tops, running shoes. The two girls were redheads and mom was auburn. All three were busty with nice tight asses. I had to plan this out very carefully so I could get all 3 pregnant. When they reach the lake the two girls headed off together which left their mom alone. So I approached the Mom first. We started talking about the lake and beauty around it when I had her relaxed I stung her neck she fell into my arms staring into my eyes I worked quickly using Mind Control to control her. Once she was under I took her over behind some rocks had her remove her clothes I did the same. My cock tail came out sliding into her cunt pumping my parasites into her pussy pregnant her. I sucked on her breasts until she mouth the words I WILL OBEY. I told her we must find the girls and pregnant them. Her mind now seeing all the images I was seeing understood her role. We found the girls at a old cabin that was used by hunter’s. We all went inside. The one daughter asked if her Mom was ok… her replied saying everything is ok girls I now have a new lover. What do you mean?? Both Mom & Amber stung the 2 girls at the same time watching drop to the floor. Picking them up and carrying them over to the large bed removing their clothing as Mom & Amber did the same. Amber slid on top of Kim and Mom slid on top of Mary the first part was to get the girls worked up. Sucking,biting necks,nipples. Moving down to these virgin pussies sliding their cock like tongue’s into each daughter watching them squirm on the bed. The two sister’s started kissing each other while their cunts climax. The sister’s took turns sucking each others nipples and breasts. The Mom & Amber started making out beside them as well. All 4 of them were in a 69 enjoying there cunts. When the time was right the Alien’s slide their cocks into each girl fucking them filling their cunts with hot parasite sperm. Both sisters arched their bodies with every climax after several hours of lovemaking and swamping lovers the 3 women were ready to pregnant their friends and left to do so.

Amber drove back to the ranger station to fill out her report. When arriving her co-worker April was getting out of her car showing off her long nylon legs,mini skirt,high heels and a tight top showing off her bra-less tits. My eyes met hers as she stared into mine. I could see her mind letting go and obeying my thoughts as I re-programed hers. You will OBEY ME APRIL….YES was her reply. I knew the next shift didn’t start for 6 hours so I had time to enjoy April. I put her into the truck drove her back to my place. Got inside had her remove her top and skirt. April was wearing stay-up stockings I left them on her and removed her panties. Standing in the room in her stockings & heels was a turn on for me. I took off my clothes grabbed her hand lead her into my bedroom. I stung her and laid her down on the bed. I wanted to enjoy her as a woman lesbian style. We started kissing fondling each other even if she was programed to do so. Sucked each others nipples,teasing them. I moved down her body to her very trimmed pussy spreading her lips apart as I licked up & down her clit. Watching April grabbing her breasts pinching her nipples with every orgasm. I slide my cock tongue into her moist pussy fucking her. We switched after she had multiple orgasms now April was going down on me using her human tongue on my cunt. It felt different having her lick me there but very enjoyable. When time was going by I knew I had to pregnant her I slide my cock into her very wet cunt and filled her up with my parasite sperm. She squirmed all over the bed as I fucked her, arching her breasts to the ceiling then it was done. I looked into her eyes one more time using Mind Control instructing her. April responded with YES I WILL OBEY MY QUEEN. We showered and got dressed and went back to the ranger station just as the next shift was arriving. My boss had 3 New Rangers with him all very attractive. He introduced them to April & I…as Marie,Donna and Holly. I will leave you girls with Amber she is our best trainer we have. Amber turned to April and just smiled.

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This Sunday afternoon my lady Sarah had organised a teenage girl and her boyfriend from the suburbs to meet us in our condo, expecting to seduce them for our sexual pleasure.

One of Sarah’s special favorites is sharing a young girl with one of her girlfriends. It was a Friday night when Bridget arrived holding hands with a nineteen-year old girl. Sarah and her girlfriend kissing with their tongues as they greeted each other before she kissed the young girl, telling her, “You are a beautiful baby doll Tina. I want to have you, make love to you while Roger and my girlfriend watch.

Bridget and me did watch, both of us naked, Sarah had told me lots about her girlfriend and she had told her girlfriend lots about me. Sarah made a point of asking Tina visit us again, next time with her boyfriend.

When I first met Sarah I quickly learnt she had a strong sex drive, with an emphasis on well hung men and young girls. I was more than happy when she told me I was her ultimate well hung man. And I was excited when she told me about her penchant for young girls and invited me to watch her seducing young girls, sometimes making it an exciting three-way with me, for me.

And young girls seducing her. I was constantly amazed how talented some of her young girls were and how uninhibited they were. Sometimes with their young boyfriend watching Sarah seducing his girlfriend, as was the case that day.

Always an exciting moment for the young boy – and me – watching Sarah seducing his girlfriend. The boy, invariably with an erection, closely studying her technique, and her curvy naked body, listening intently to what she was telling his girlfriend. Sarah’s twenty-years older naked body a huge turn on for the boy as he ogled her curvy body and magnificent big ass while sometimes I watched him masturbating.

This Sunday afternoon my kinky, exhibitionist side wanted to masturbate for Sarah and Tina, her new teenage lover, and her teenage boyfriend Leo, wanting to impress a teenage boy with the size of my erect cock.

Another of her turn ons – and mine, watching a man masturbate for her, especially a well hung man.

Before Tina and Leo arrived, Sarah had decided she wanted us to make an impression on them as soon as they arrived. While she oiled my torso, insisting I wear my low cut, skin tight jeans for them. She wanted to dazzle Tina and Leo wearing her ultra sexy, above the knee, black dress, with spaghetti straps around her exposed breasts. She looked sensational and fuckable while she decided which shoes to wear.

Sarah did dazzle Tina and Leo when they arrived, both of them, exclaiming, “Oh wow, as they admired the way she had dressed for them. Tina and Sarah kissing with their tongues as Leo watched, aware that Sarah wanted to seduce his girlfriend. Unsure what was expected of him as he watched Sarah commence seducing his girlfriend. Watching Sarah licking and kissing Tina’s beautiful young tits and nipples, rock hard for her.

Leo and me were watching Tina lick, kiss and suck Sarah’s exposed breasts, watching her nipples harden, before she undressed Sarah, a gorgeous, curvy woman twice her age. Holding Leo’s gaze as she turned to show him her naked body, clenching her ass cheeks for him, before she gave Tina her full attention. Whispering, “I want you, I want to give your beautiful, naked body sexual pleasure. I want you to climax for me. And I want our men to watch me making love to you, both of them naked for you and me. Are you fine with that Tina? And you Leo, are you fine with that? Yes? Then get naked for us.”

Leo didn’t need to be told more than once, Sarah obviously already knew he was well hung. “Wow, Leo the girl’s boyfriend was incredibly well hung, for a twenty-year old boy he was huge, and thick. Sarah and me both admiring his almost naked body in just a tiny male thong, his semi-erect cock bulging out of it. My plan to impress a teenage boy with the size of my erect cock reversed, He was impressing me!

It quickly became obvious the boy was bi-sexual as he enjoyed teasing me. Holding my gaze as he removed his shirt, teasing his nipples with his fingertips, dropping his slacks to his ankles. Posing for me in his tiny, black thong, his large cock obvious, slowly sliding his thong down, showing me his shaved pubes over his cock, then his huge, thick cock. Fully exposing himself for me and the two women. Making Sarah gasp as she sighted the size of his erect cock. An erection her naked body had given him.

The boy knew he had turned me on, smirking at me as I stared at him and his erection before I removed my shirt and teased my nipples. My way of confirming to him I was impressed by the size of his cock as my nipples hardened. Staring at the boy as I let my slacks fall to my ankles, not a word spoken as he watched me remove my jock strap, exposing my already almost fully erect cock for him.

Confirming I was really impressed with the boy as he watched my cock thicken and become fully erect for him. Nine-inches for him, though still not as big as the boy. Sarah was glancing at me, making comparisons while aware I was lusting after the boy. Just as she had set up for my sexual pleasure, and for her own sexual pleasure.

Sarah ever so tacitly indicating to me, I can see you want to have his huge cock. Do it for me, for us. Give him a head job.

The boy was a challenge for me, a bi-sexual challenge. He knew he was a challenge for me, a man twice his age lusting after him, making me all the more determined to give him a head job to remember me by.

Without me asking, the two women stopped to watch me with the boy, a further challenge for me, two female voyeurs watching me giving a young boy a head job. One woman, my lady, twenty-years older than the girl and the boy. Another of her fantasies playing out while her teenage lover watched on with her.

I had never seen a boy that age with such a huge cock, or very few men with a cock that size. Leo the boyfriend was hung, for a twenty-year old boy he was huge, and thick. Stroking my own thick, nine-inch erection as I ogled and admired his erection.

Challenging myself, my ego wanted to give the boy Leo a head job the four us of will long remember. Wanting to impress the two women at the same time, my lady and her new teenage lover.

My ego was in overdrive, so pleased that a boy twenty-years younger wanted me to give him a head job. His own ego probably looking forward to telling his buddies how he seduced a much older man into giving him a head job.

Changing into something sexy for him, while he and the women watched, something I felt incredible in, hoping the boy and the two women would be turned on by and boost my confidence. A $500 black leather, crotch-less jock strap, it felt good and it looked good as I glanced in the wall mirror, my very erect cock framed by the soft leather. Sliding my cock ring along my erection as I handed Leo a cock ring. I wanted to make this an event for him, for me and the two women.

Leo really was an attractive and confident boy with an earring on his left ear, running my hands over his back, his ass and his chest as I mentally prepared myself. Teasing his already erect nipples with my fingertips.

Moving so he can watch me in the wall length mirror. Placing my right hand around his shaft, simultaneously moving my hand and pursed lips up and down his erection. Enhancing the motion, twisting my wrist back and forth as I moved up and down. Leo gasping as I spat on his erection for lots of lube. Using my other hand to gently massage his balls.

Boosting his ego, telling him, enthusiastically, “I wanted to do this to your huge cock the moment you showed it to me, your cock is magnificent, I can’t recall a bigger one.”

Asking him “Do you like how this feels? Or this?” Looking up every so often to make eye contact to indicate I was enjoying myself. And enjoying the two women watching, one of them a teenage girl.

Teasing and edging him, teasing him by touching and running my tongue up and down his erection, slowly, as well as stroking his body.

Using my tongue to stimulate the head of his erection. Applying soft pressure with my tongue against his erection, moving my mouth up and down his rock hard shaft.

Changing the pace, focusing my tongue on the head of his erection and the frenulum on the underside of the head of his erection. Gripping his lower shaft with my hand, using the tip of my tongue to lightly lick the top of the head of his erection in a slow circular motion.

Deep throating, as much of his erection as I could take into my mouth, reaching my throat. Stimulating his other erogenous zones, while my mouth pleasured his erection, massaging his balls, scratching his ass.

Making it a full-body experience for him.licking, sucking and chewing his nipples. Pleased with myself when the boy starting breathing heavily. “I can’t hold back much longer, you are so good, so fucking good. Gunna cum. Gunna cum. Yes. yes, yes,” his body shaking as he ejaculated in great spasms.

I still had a hard on, a real boner with my cock ring still wrapped around it while Leo and me sat on the couch and watched Sarah resume seducing Tina. Talking to her, “Have you watched another man give your boyfriend a head job before today? Did you enjoy watching? I did, it was a real turn on for me. Your man Leo is huge, I have never had a man wth an erection as big as that. I would love to give him a head job one day.”

I was masturbating myself, my hand smeared with oil. I needed sexual relief. Looking at Leo’s cock, watching it grow for me as he teased it for me, already bigger than me for a second time that day. Barely glancing at Sarah seducing Tina. Before today I had never imagined I could be so turned on masturbating for a teenage boy. My knees were buckling as I edged myself, then a huge, loud orgasm for Leo, watching Sarah and Tina a bonus.

A week later Sarah had invited Tina and Leo to visit us again. I could still recall what she told Tina, “Your man Leo is huge, I have never had a man wth an erection as big as that. I would love to give him a head job one day.” Would today be the day?, I wondered.

As soon as Tina and Leo arrived it became obvious today was to be the day Sarah gave Leo a head job. Almost ignoring Tina and me as she set about seducing him. “Undress me Leo, my dress first. Now my thong, leave my cup-less bra. Show me your big cock.

“Do you want me to give you a head job? Then pay your dues. Worship my big ass. Kiss and lick it. Lick my clit. Lick my cunt. Look at the size of your cock. You are huge. Bigger than my man. Look at him. Much bigger. He is naked with your girlfriend Tina’s hand wrapped around his erection.

“You are a challenge for me Leo. A boy twenty-years younger than me with a huge cock, so erect so hard for me. Do you want Tina and my man to watch me give you a head job? You need to tell me. Tell me? Tell me?”

“Yes Sarah, yes, yes.”

“Last Sunday I was envious when I watched my man give you a head job. It was a huge turn on for me, Today I want to make him envious.”

I was envious, though my envy was tempered as Tina sucked my erection, while I watched my lady Sarah feasting on Leo’s huge, rock hard erection.

The way she edged Leo was awesome while Tina and me watched. How did Sarah learn to do that? Or that? Or that?

Any envy or jealousy completely overridden later that day when Tina and Leo watched me fucking Sarah before we watched Leo fucking Tina.

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