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I’d been waiting to hit the beach ever since I moved to Ft. Walton Beach, Florida, but one thing or another would come up and I’d have to put it off again. Finally I got my chance. I packed my suntan lotion, towel, umbrella and a steamy book into my sand proof bag and set it by the door. I rummaged through my drawers and found my bikini. I loved the way it looked on my body. My curves were left to tempt anyone who dared look at me. I felt so incredibly sexy in it. I twirled a few times in front of the mirror to make sure I looked all right. Once I was satisfied I threw on a tank top and a pair of my jogging shorts. I slipped on my sandals, picked up my bag and was out the door. I purposely left my cell phone tucked safely away in my desk drawer. Nothing was going to stop the day I had planned for myself.

I found the perfect spot on the sand and laid out my towel. I watched the families play in the ocean and couples rub lotion on each other as I stripped down to my purple bikini. I rubbed the cocoa nut scented oil onto my body and noticed there was a lifeguard center not too far from where I sat. “Oh good, at least I won’t die of sun stroke.” I laughed to myself as I lay down on my tummy. I cracked open my book; I had left off at the ‘good part’ earlier cause I wanted to have complete focus for it. As I read on I found myself getting excited, turned on. It had happened before, but never in public. I laid there for a bit trying to decide if I needed to stop or just keep going and head for the water after the juicy part was done. I decided on the latter and kept going.

I so wrapped up into the book that I hadn’t heard the lifeguard standing at my side. I caught a glimpse of the red shorts and thought “Great some macho man lifeguard wanting to save me.” I sighed and rolled over. My head began to spin. Apparently I’d been in the sun a bit longer than I thought. Another surprise was the lifeguard was a female, a rather gorgeous one at that. She helped me up and told me I needed to get outta the sun for a bit. She also had some aloe cream at her station and offered to rub it on my now reddening back. I agreed and grabbed my stuff.

We climbed up the ramp to her station and were soon out of the sun’s hot stare. Her hut was cool by comparison. Once she had found the aloe, she told me to lie down on the fold out beach chair. I eased myself into the chair and folded my arms under my cheek. She began to spread the thick gel onto my skin, the coolness of it made my nipples grow hard. Thank god she couldn’t tell. And to top it off I still had that story going in my head. I wanted to get away so I could give my self some release. Her hands felt so good against my back, gently kneading the aloe into my skin. I felt a moan escape my lips and immediately flushed a deep red. She leaned down to my face and asked me if I was enjoying this. I nodded; her hands went further across my back, her fingertips lightly caressing the sides of my breasts. I moaned again. This was too good. As if she could read my mind.

She let her hands roam all over my back, down my thighs, in between them. I squirmed against her hands, completely turned on. First the story and now this! “Roll over.” She said softly. As I turned my body she held onto the string to my top and I felt it loosen from my breasts. She quickly removed my top and set it aside. Her hands still covered in aloe gel worked around my breasts as she leaned forward for a kiss. Our lips met and our tongues began to dance in our mouths. She let out a soft moan as I began to remove her bikini top. She had perfect breasts. I broke off our kiss and brought my mouth to one of her erect nipples. As I sucked I rolled my tongue around her nipple, caressing it out further. Her moans urged me on so I worked her shorts off and to my surprise she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

As I leaned forward, letting my nose lightly rub against her shaved lips her scent filled my nostrils. She was wet with anticipation. I couldn’t wait to make her cum. I grabbed her slender hips and pressed my face deeper into her pussy. Her wetness coated my face as my tongue explored her folds, searching for her clit. Her moans let me know I had found what I was looking for and I began to stroke her clit with my firm tongue. As my tongue rolled over her clit I worked her down onto the chair and kneeled between her thighs.

She worked her fingers into my hair and gently pushed against the back of my head as my tongue fucked her like a little cock. Her moans were all I could hear over the crashing waves. I held onto her hips tightly with both hands as I rubbed my face into her sweetness. Her body began to tense up and her breathing became gaspy. I continued on relentlessly, knowing she was about to cum. I swirled my tongue around her clit, gently sucking it into my mouth and releasing it. As I slid my middle finger into her tight hole I felt her muscles contract. Her back arched and her body quivered in her climax. I kept up the pace, as I squeezed my legs together, felling as though I could peak with her.

I watched over her shaven mound as her tummy rose and fell, her breathing returning to normal. Once completely sure of her satisfaction I slid back up her body placing butterfly light kisses upon her soft skin. Our lips met again, this time her juices coated my tongue and mixed with our saliva as we kissed. We both let out soft moans as our tongues danced once again.

We lay there on the fold out beach chair for a while. I finally asked her if she needed to get back to work. She laughed and told me it was her day off, she’d just come for the hell of it. I couldn’t have been happier that I finally made it to the beach.

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More of Jenny’s adventures

Jenny had spent much longer at Jamie’s than she had intended and the one thing she was really looking forward to when she got home was to have a bath and wash the cum off and out of her body properly. She was still on a high from her last orgasm and her body felt as if it was glowing. As she opened her front door she didn’t notice the young woman walking behind her. “Jenny …. Jenny” the woman called. As Jenny turned round she saw an extremely attractive older woman in a nurse type uniform. Jenny then remembered the appointment with the health visitor. Jenny apologised for being late and asked if she had been waiting long. The health visitor introduced herself as Beth and explained she was just about to leave when Jenny had appeared. Damn thought Jenny if only the old boys had a bit more energy.
Beth chatted with Jenny and was concerned that she was okay. Jenny looked flushed and she wanted to check Jenny over properly before leaving. Jenny tried to explain that everything was fine and she had just had an energetic walk home but Beth wouldn’t take no for an answer so they went upstairs where Jenny could lie down on the bed while Beth did her checks. Lying on the bed Jenny had the first opportunity to notice just how attractive Beth was, she filled her uniform very well with a cute up turned nose and dark hair scrapped back into a pony tail. Jenny tried to explain that she felt fine and there was nothing wrong. Beth checked her pulse and blood pressure, both were on the high side, she then wanted to check Jenny’s breasts they had grown bigger but it was important to look for other changes. As Beth’s cool hands felt Jenny’s swollen boobs her nipples started to get hard. Jenny thought it strange when Beth said they looked lovely but brushed it off. What took Jenny by complete surprise was when Beth asked Jenny to lift her hips so she could remove her skirt. Jenny hesitated and Beth explained there’s no need to be embarrassed, it would just take a minute. Jenny wasn’t embarrassed by that but she didn’t want Beth to see her soiled knickers. Beth was persistent and after agreeing Jenny didn’t have to take her skirt off Beth promptly lifted it up. “Oh my” said Beth “I think I understand the problem”
Jenny blushed furiously and was about to confess her sin when Beth added. “You should have said you had been to see your husband, you’re a very lucky girl to still be getting some action as most husbands go off the idea, they are scared of hurting the baby.” Jenny just smiled feeling it was best to say nothing. With a practiced dexterity Beth quickly removed Jenny panties. “Gosh I’d better clean you up” breathed Beth feeling her own pussy begin to moisten as Jenny’s pussy came into view. Her pubic hair was all matted with spunk, her lips were still puffy and her clit stood pink and hard, there was still more spunk oozing out of Jenny’s ass. Beth produced a wipe and gently started to clean up the spunk. The cold wipe caught Jenny by surprise and she gasped, then closing her eyes started to enjoy the soothing strokes on her well fucked pussy . Jenny began to feel horny again and realised she was lying on her bed topless, skirt hiked up, knickers off and legs spread with a strange woman wiping spunk from her pussy. Oh my Jenny smiled to herself what a naughty girl I am and without thinking placed her hand on her boobs and began to massage them. Beth noticed this immediately but didn’t react, she had another idea forming in her mind. Jenny still had her eyes closed as she caressed her breasts and enjoyed Beth’s delicate touch. “There’s a bit more that needs cleaning up if you don’t mind I’ll just change positions to get it for you” whispered Beth, Jenny didn’t mind at all as she was losing herself in another fantasy. It didn’t register right away with Jenny but Beth had got up on the bed and while spreading Jenny’s legs wider apart had brought her face to within an inch of Jenny’s pussy, taking in every detail of the puffy lips, the hard pink clit and savouring the smell of spunk and an aroused woman. Beth felt her pussy getting even wetter. She reached out her tongue and lapped at Jenny’s pussy lips. Her hands caressed Jenny’s swollen belly. As Jenny’s eyes fluttered open as she became aware of what was happening to her, she would have stopped it right then, after all, she hadn’t done anything other than kiss another girl before but just at that moment, Beth’s warm mouth engulfed Jenny’s hard clit, her tongue licked around it as she sucked on, not too hard or too gentle, massaging it with just the right pressure. Jenny’s orgasm came quick and completely unexpectedly, Jenny definitely wasn’t going to ask Beth to stop now. however Beth did stop sucking Jenny’s clit and and started to push her tongue deeper into Jenny’s pussy, spreading her lips with her slim fingers and lapping up the spunk inside. Beth then moved down to Jenny’s puckered anal ring and lick around that before pushing inside to get at the white spunk that had not yet leaked out. Jenny loved the feeling and was moaning hard as another more gentle orgasm washed over her. Beth moved away from Jenny’s pussy and quickly stripped off her uniform, bra and panties. As Jenny opened her eyes she saw the naked Beth before her. Beth’s nipples were small, hard and very long, she was also fingering her very wet pussy. Beth lent forward to kiss Jenny, their soft lips brushed together first before Jenny tasted the cum that remained on Beth’s tongue. Jenny reached out to feel Beth’s boobs and hard nipples. Beth gasped in pleasure as Jenny squeezed them and pinched her long nipples. Beth needed to cum and she wanted Jenny to give it to her. So she moved up and straddled Jenny’s head. Jenny could now see just how wet Beth was and licking her finger reached up to rub Beth’s clit. Beth slowly lowered herself onto Jenny’s face. “Please lick me …..I need to feel your tongue inside of me” Jenny was more than happy to oblige after the pleasure Beth had given her and with Beth’s pussy just an inch above her mouth Jenny snaked her tongue out and started to lap at Beth’s pussy lips. Licking hard Jenny pushed between the lips and tasted another woman for the first time. Beth’s breathing was becoming increasing laboured as Jenny licked at the wet pussy her nose rubbing against Beth’s clit. Jenny moved up slightly so she could focus all her attention on Beth’s hard clit, she wrapped her lips around it as if to kiss it and then sucked hard …..probably a little too hard as Beth screamed out loud, her orgasm bursting through her body and letting loose a stream of cum straight into Jenny’s mouth. This surprised Jenny but she just swallowed it down enjoying the taste as Beth ground her steaming pussy over Jenny’s mouth. Beth lifted herself off Jenny and kissed her again licking the last of her cum off off Jenny’s face.
“Thank you” Beth said “I can see you are perfectly well ….. but I think I will need to check up on you regularly from now on just to make sure”

Jenny smiled she liked the idea of having lots of personal attention.

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The followers of Lilith hunt for their goddess across Hell.

The Devil’s Pact, The Hell Chronicles
by mypenname3000
Copyright 2015

Chapter Seven: Lilith

Chantelle Paquet-Holub – The Abyss

“I am Superman!” the brawny, naked man roared as he flew forward, zipping across the sulfur plain.

With my dancer reflexes, I dodged to the left as Lana threw herself to the right. I rolled across the sulfurous dust, spitting the rotten substance out of my mouth as I came up in a crouch. The man pulled up into the sky, twisting around in the air to attack us again.

I recognized the man. He had made international news after Brandon’s death. The man thought he was Superman. Worse, he made Pacts with Lucifer to give him all the powers he needed to become Superman. But Mary was a wily whore. I heard rumors that she used an illusion to look like Lois Lane and the idiot couldn’t resist fucking her.

So if she exorcised his powers, how was he flying?

Superman dived back down at us, his disgusting cock flapping before him. Lana rose to her feet, her large breasts smeared with yellow Dust. My wife fell into a defensive stance, raising up her arms, ready for the asshole’s attack.

The man roared as he hurtled down. Lana side-stepped him, seizing his arm and attempted to use his momentum to throw him into the ground. It didn’t work out well. She tried to pivot, but he had too much mass or something, because Lana was instead yanked off her feet and thrown into the dust as he spun about.

“I am the defender of truth!” Superman bellowed. “I will protect you from Hell, but you must obey me. Submit to me.”

“Fuck that,” groaned Lana as she stood up. “I don’t care how fucking super you are, I don’t need a man to protect me. I’m going to rip off your balls and shove them into your mouth.”

The delusional man bellowed like a bull and charged at Lana. My wife leapt far higher than she should, flipping over him. As she turned, her will lashed out to the ground, forming a bolder of sulfur in Superman’s path.

The idiot crashed into it, cracking the boulder as Lana landed, a smirk on her fac

“How did you jump like that?” I asked, racing up to attack Superman as he stumbled away from the rock.

“I just wished it,” Lana shrugged. “I think that’s how Superass is flying.”

Right, Hell. Things were malleable here.

“Superass?” grolwed the man, blood streaming down his face. He wiped it away, throwing red drops to the yellow ground. I guess he couldn’t make himself invincible. “I have been lenient, whore, but I see you are an enemy of truth and justice.”

“And the America way,” quipped Lana.

I launched a leap kick at Superass, my legs thrusting forward as I flew, wishing myself to soar across the ground like I was in some wire fu action movie. My foot planted into his side, sending him stumbling as I did a back flip to land on my feet, my dark hair whipping about me.

I laughed as I landed. This was amazing.

He recovered as Lana jumped, her feet kicking furiously as she almost hovered in the air. Superass brought up his arms, blocking her kicks. Then he seized her legs. Lana gasped in surprise as he swung her about.

“Let her go!” I shrieked, rushing forward.

He did. Right into me.

“Chantelle!” Lana gasped as she streaked towards me, her blonde hair flying wildly.

I slid to a halt, my feet furrowing the sulfur ground. My wife struck me. I coughed in pain, the pair of us tumbling across the sulfur plain in a tangle of limbs. My vision swam and my head ached when we came to a wrest.

“Fuck, that hurt,” groaned Lana as she rolled off of me. “I’m going to kick his ass.”

“How?” Superass bellowed, looming over us. “I am invincible.”

Before I could react, his fist seized my throat, squeezing hard, and then he threw me. I tumbled through the air, the world spinning about me. And then I hit the dust, bouncing hard and coughing and gasping.

I lay stunned.

My body ached.

Lana screamed.

My wife needed me. I couldn’t lie here like an idiot.

“You will feel every inch of Justice,” Superass yelled.

“You named your cock?” Lana groaned. “You are a super asshole.”

I gathered my will, forcing my body to rise up. I staggered on my feet. Superass had Lana pinned with one hand, his muscles rippling as the other forced her thighs apart. His cock was thick and hard, stabbing at my wife.

A red-hot anger surged through me.

This bastard dared to rape my wife? I would make him pay.

I reached out with my will. Hell was malleable. Was he? Could I reshape him into something better? I would take away everything he prized. His bulging muscles, his chiseled chin, his throbbing cock.

I would emasculate him fully.

“What?” gasped Superass as my will struck him.

His body rippled like a viscous gunk. I strode forward, focusing my will like a laser beam, picturing his new form in my mind. His body contracted as he rippled, his muscles disappearing, his shoulders narrowing. His thick cock vanishing.

“No!” he screamed, his voice high pitched now, almost feminine.

Breasts sprouted from his chiseled pecs, growing heavy and round, his nipples swelling into fat, pink nubs. Her ass grew bubbly, her thighs shapely. Her cock shrank up into her body, a pink gash appearing between her thighs.

I smiled as a petite, shuddering woman writhed atop Lana.

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Svitlana “Lana” Paquet-Holub

I gasped in shock with the ripples spread across Superass.

And then I smiled as his strong chin rounded, his angular face softened, his lips growing plump. A beautiful, feminine face appeared, framed by growing, brown hair. Her skin grew sleek and her body curvy. Round breasts appeared, fat nipples rubbing into mine.

And her cock vanished.

“What did you do?” the new woman squeaked.

“Mmm, Supergirl, you are cute,” I purred, wrapping my arms around her.

“No, I’m Superman,” she protested.

“Not with those tits,” I laughed, my hand sliding down her back to squeeze her ass. I pulled her down, her groin rubbing into my clit.

“Or that cunt,” Chantelle added, striding up.

“You are amazing,” I beamed at my wife, my fingers dipping past Supergirl’s ass between her legs. I brushed a hot, silky fold. “You have a pussy, Supergirl. You can’t be Superman anymore.”

“No,” Supergirl wailed. “Please, give it back.”

“What do you think?” Chantelle asked as I ran my fingers through Supergirl’s pussy.

“I think her cunt’s getting wet. I think she likes being a woman.”

“No, I don’t,” Supergirl said, shaking her head.

“Then why are you squirming on me?” Lana asked as she probed a finger into Supergirl’s tight pussy. “Why is your hot cunt growing so wet?”

Supergirl’s fair cheeks grew flushed, and a soft sigh escaped her lips as I fingered her. “What did you do to me?” she wailed.

“We gave you want you wanted,” Chantelle laughed, kneeling between our thighs and reaching out to play with Supergirl’s cunt with me. “You’ve always secretly wanted to be a woman, right?”

“No,” she moaned. “No, I haven’t. I’m a man.”

“Are you?” Chantelle purred in her sexy, French accent. My pussy itched in delight. “Because it was so easy to change you. Are you sure you didn’t secretly want to be a woman?”

“I…yes.” Supergirl didn’t sound convinced.

I worked my finger deeper into Supergirl’s cunt. “Are you sure you never wanted to have a pussy and experience a hard, thick cock reaming your hole?”

“It’s better than a finger, Supergirl,” Chantelle purred, leaning over to kiss and nuzzle at the new woman’s bubbly ass.”

“I…no. I don’t…oh, wow…”

“You like that,” I purred, massaging inside her pussy. “That’s your G-spot. My finger feels nice, but you’ll love a cock.”

“Please stop. You’re making me…feel funny…”

“Hot and bothered? Are you about to cum, whore?”

“I…I am. Oh, yes! Keep touching me there. Oh, wow.”

I ripped my hands away.

“No. Please, don’t stop. I need it.” Supergirl looked down at me with her brown eyes. “Please, I need to cum.”

“Beg for me to fuck your snatch with my big cock,” I purred.

“But…but you don’t have a…” Her eyes widened as I let my clit grow into a cock, the hard girth popping between her silky thighs and rubbing against her drenched pussy slit. “You do have one. Oh, wow.”

Supergirl squirmed on me, rubbing our breasts together as she humped my shaft. She bit her lip.

“You want to feel her big cock, don’t you,” whispered Chantelle as she leaned over, stroking Supergirl’s ass. “You want that big, thick cock stretching your tight cunt out.”

“No. I…I’m a…”

“A woman. A slut who needs her hot pussy satisfied?” I grinned.

“I…yes…” she groaned. “Oh, yes! I need to be fucked. Let me feel that cock in me.”
Chantelle grasped me, guiding my throbbing shaft to Supergirl’s dripping pussy. The new woman gasped as I slid into her tight depths. She shuddered atop me, mewling in delight as she experienced her first cock.

“Oh, wow! Oh, that’s nice.”

“You like it, slut?” I giggled.

“So much!” Her hips writhed, sliding up and down on my cock. “You’re stretching me out.” Supergirl’s eyes widened; my wife had spared the woman’s asscheeks apart. “Oh, yes, lick my ass. That’s hot, too!”

“You are a slut,” I moaned, her pussy massaging my cock.

Supergirl grinned, humping me with an eager need. She ground her clit into my pubic bone as her new pussy massaged my cock. I groaned, savoring the delights of her paradise. She writhed her hips, swirling me about in her hot tunnel.

Chantelle loomed over us, her black hair draping down across Supergirl’s back.

“What are you doing?” gasped Supergirl, looking over her shoulders at Chantelle.

“I’m fucking your ass,” Chantelle giggled before thrusting. “Why do you think I licked your asshole?”

Supergirl gasped and writhed as my wife invaded her ass with her own clit-turned-cock. Chantelle filled Supergirl’s bowels up, pressing on my own cock buried in her pussy. We were tag-teaming the slut, giving it to her from both ends.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I groaned, humping my hips up into Supergirl’s cunt, savoring the feel of my wife’s dick through the slut’s flesh.

“Oh, yes! Two cocks are even better!” groaned Supergirl as she writhed about. “Yes! Yes! Give it to me! Oh, yes! I’m just a big whore for it! Oh, yes! Oh, wow! You girls are so amazing! I’m…oh, yes! Oh, wow!”

Supergirl’s pussy writhed about my cock, milking me as she came. The new woman loved being stuffed full of dick. She gasped and moaned, screaming out her joy for all of Hell to hear. Chantelle grinned, fucking her harder, slamming into Supergirl’s ass.

“Oh, yes, Chantelle!” I purred. “Her pussy is so tight! Oh, yes! I’m gonna cream her.”

“Do it, baby,” purred Chantelle. “Oh, yes. The little slut is ours.”

“I am!” Supergirl panted. “I am! I love your cocks.”

Her soul was chained to us. Energy flooded my body. I shuddered, my cock spewing cum into our new slave’s cunt. Bliss pummeled my mind. Lust churned through the bond, feeding us more energy as Lana buried her cock into Supergirl’s ass and flooded her bowels.

My wife rolled off Supergirl. Our new slave shuddered as she stood up, her red S painted across her heaving tits, our cum running down her thighs. I pulled Chantelle next to me, struggling to regain my breath after the wonderful fuck.

“What are we doing now?” Supergirl asked.

“We find Lilith,” I smiled. “Your Goddess.”

“Goddess…?” Supergirl asked.

“She’s the Goddess to every woman,” Chantelle informed. “And we’re her high priestesses.”

“Then we should begin our search,” Supergirl declared.

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Marybeth Ayers-Sargent

We found the end of the Sulfur Plain.

It was the farthest we had ever ventured out from our home. My wife and my step-daughter padded at my side, wrapped in the Ghost’s invisibility. Everything in Hell had changed the last week. A void echoed through the vile place, begging to be filled.

The demonic armies that had been gathered had been unleashed on the living world. All the great demons were gone. Those of us that remained could feel the void of their absence, seizing great power for ourselves.

“Let’s check out up there,” Ursula whispered at my side, her invisible hand touching my shoulder.

“Yes,” I whispered back.

The sulfur plains ended at red, blasted hills and craggy rocks. The searing wind seemed to blow from the hills, growing stronger as we crossed the plain. It had grown so bad, two days ago we had to take shelter as the world turned entirely yellow.

“I’ll go check it out, Momma,” Gabriella, Ursula and the Ghost’s daughter, whispered.

“Okay, baby girl,” Ursula told her.

I watched carefully, noting the small disturbances Gabriella left as she scampered across the rocks, kicking up red dust and leaving behind her bare foot prints. We had to cross naked. We couldn’t seem to make our cheerleader uniforms transparent.

Gabriella reached the summit of the hill. I waited, Ursula’s hand squeezing down hard on my shoulder. She could be overprotective of her daughter sometimes. But Gabriella was more than competent. She had her mother’s passion and her father’s appetite.

A single, red rock lifted off the ground and bobbed twice—the all clear signal.

Ursula and I padded through the craggy terrain, making our way up the rocks. The ground was sharp, but our feet were toughened by Hell’s terrain; I didn’t notice the razor edges trying to cut my feet. At the summit, the searing wind howled. In the distance, a great city made of some coppery metal like bronze or brass.

“Dis,” Ursula whispered. “That’s Lucifer’s capital.”

“Was,” I corrected. “He left for greener pastures.”

“Well, someone’s claimed it. Look at the gates.”

An army streamed out. They marched in columns, dressed in black armor. They almost looked like a forest, each man holding a spear, the tip gleaming in the red light. At the head, a man in fearsome, crimson armor rode a nightmarish horse, coal-black hide and fire for a mane. Every time its hooves struck the red earth, sparks flared. Three women dressed in kimono’s rode side-saddle on their own demonic mounts behind him.

“We need to tell the Ghost,” Ursula whispered.

I nodded. The army was marching for the Sulfur Plains.

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Chantelle Paquet-Holub

I hated the sulfurous plains. It was hard to tell which way to go. Supergirl came from a brass city, escaping out of Lucifer’s prison. She whispered that a tyrant named Brandon was coming out on top in the fighting.

“The Patriots tried to fight,” Supergirl said, “but the Samurai’s troops defeated them for Brandon.”

I shivered. Brandon Fitzsimmons. The man who almost defeated Mark. His attack prompted Mark and Mary to form the Theocracy and to dominate the world. Brandon had shown them how dangerous other Warlocks could be—the man had enslaved an entire military base, JBLM near Tacoma, to attack Mark—so the Tyrants hunted down every Warlock there was.

Brandon was reputed to be a cruel man. According to Mark’s propaganda, Brandon sacrificed women to Molech. Over a hundred were raped and burned to death by the Demon. I believed the stories. And now that man might be in control of Lucifer’s domain.

We needed to find Lilith as fast as possible.

The six of us set across the Sulfur Plains. Supergirl’s three captured women became ours when we dominated the new woman. We freed them, and now they were followers of Lilith. We worked through the plains. It was easy to get lost in them. The plains were vast and featureless. There was no sun to give you a reference. The light of hell seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at the same time, providing the same harsh illumination.

We walked through the dust, willing ourselves to find what we searched for. I began to trust my instincts, letting that guide us. I wanted to find Lilith, her daughters, and her worshipers, to unite them against Brandon and any other powers that lurked in the Abyss.

On what may have been our second day—time was a nebulous concept in Hell—we spotted a cloud of dust on the horizon.

“Check it out, Supergirl,” Lana hissed as we ducked down.

The new woman nodded, her face twisting in excitement. There were times Supergirl—that was the only name she would go by now—seemed to forget she had been a man. The longer she was a woman, the more the change seemed to consume her mind.

“Was I really a man,” she would sometimes whisper, staring down at her pubic mound. “Did I really have a cock? It seems like a strange dream. I’m a woman in my memories. It…makes somethings so interesting to remember.”

Supergirl skulked forward, climbing up a slightly higher mound than the rest of the plain. She crawling on her belly when she reached the top, peering over to see what the dust cloud was. I hoped it wasn’t Brandon’s forces. Dis lay nearby the plains, and I had no idea if we had moved closer or farther away from it.

If that even mattered in Hell.

“I feel good about this,” Lana whispered. “This feels like we made the right choice.”

“I’m glad one of us does.”

Lana put her arm around my shoulders, pulling me in close. “We’ll find Lilith and her daughters. Our daughters.”

Lamia, my daughter with Lilith, would be here in Hell. I very much doubt my daughter would have escaped Mark’s wrath. She had been in the City Hall when Mark took Seattle. His forces were merciless with Lilith’s daughters, calling them monsters that had to be exterminated.

My daughter was not a monster.

Lamia was a beautiful creatures. I hoped to see her again. My other daughter, Lily, would be raised by Thamina and Fiona. If she was lucky, she would escape Hell when she died. Unless we found Lilith and figure out how to return the Goddess to the living world and unseat Mark. She did it once, and with our help, she could do it again.

Supergirl let out a scream. The ground erupted around her. She leaped back as something brown and sinuous moved through the dust cloud. I frowned, willing a pair of binoculars into my hand. I peered through them, the scene leaping close.

The monster was a woman shiny, brown skin and now hair. A Dabbat.

“I think that’s Abby,” I smiled, letting the binoculars vanish. “Dabbat, stop attacking!” I screamed, running forward.

“It is Abby,” laughed Lana. Abby was Lilith first Dabbat born, a serpent-like daughter that could control the earth. “You can always count on her.”

Abby had found the Mispach for Lilith, the dagger that had almost killed Mary.
The Dabbat paused, glancing over at us. Her yellow-slitted eyes narrowed, and then she fell to her knees and bowed. “Priestess, do you know where Mother is?” Her voice hissed, but had a sibilant, child-like longing.

“No,” I answered her, reaching the top of the hill. “We’re looking for her, Abby.”

Lilith’s daughter rose. “Is it just you two?”

“I’m afraid so. We haven’t found anyone other than Supergirl and a few women from Dis.”

“I have.”

I looked beyond the hill to see a large group of women, a dozen of Lilith’s daughters circling them.

“It’s Babylon and Crystal,” Lana smiled, waving down at the crowd.

Babylon’s wiccan coven had formed the basis of Lilith’s worship. Lana and I had converted Babylon, her daughter Crystal, Starlight, and the rest to Lilith’s cause that wild night on the summer solstice. We hadn’t found Lilith, but it was a start. We had our own force now. We could strive against the other powers of hell. We would grow stronger.

“Priestesses,” Babylon smiled as we drew nearer, her blonde hair sprinkled with yellow dust. The outer cordon of Lilith’s daughters had let us pass, recognizing us. I didn’t see Cora, Lana’s daughter, or my Lamia though. “We gathered as many as we could. Do you have any idea where to begin looking for Lilith?”

“No,” I admitted, looking out at our followers. “But have faith. We’ll find her.”

A loud, piercing shriek echoed across the plain.

“That’s Luka,” Crystal said, pointing up at flying speck in the air.

The Alukah soared down towards them, flying on wings made from her red hair.

“She must have spotted something,” Babylon whispered. “She’s agitated.”

“It’s Lilith, Mom,” Crystal exclaimed, her youthful face twisting in excitement. “She must have found our Goddess.”

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Lilith

The chain bit into my neck. The brutes that captured me yanked hard. I stumbled, falling to my knees.

I was Lilith. I was the Mother of Monsters, the first woman. I shouldn’t have to be subjected to this humiliation.

But Mark had killed me. The bastard cut off my head so he could save his whore wife. His golden blade had robbed me of all my powers, condemning me back to hell as weak as any normal human.

And I had quickly been rounded up by the brutes before me. They dragged twenty women behind them. When their passions overwhelmed them, we were raped. Three times they had chosen me, stabbing their vile cocks into me and grunting their enjoyment.

When I was free, when I had regained my powers, these two brutes would pay. I would skin them alive and boil them in oil. For eternity, they would know agony. Vengeance burned in my chest. I would punish every man. They would all suffer for their brutality to women.

“Gettin’ dat itch,” grunted one of the brutes, rubbing his hard cock. “Whacha say. Fun time?”

The wart-faced second brute wheezed as he laughed. “I reckon so. These cunt’s are fixin’ to be tilled, and my plow’s itchin’ something mighty fierce.”

I quivered, lowering my head to the sulfur dust, hoping they wouldn’t choose me. My violet eyes squeezed shut. Footsteps neared. Wheezing breath grew louder. A filthy hand clasped my shoulder. I shivered in fear, and a piteous whimper escaped my throat.

I couldn’t help it. These men made me weak.

Mark made me weak.

The air hissed. Something wet and warm splashed on my face, dripping down to my lips, salty and coppery. Blood.

My eyes opened. The wart-faced brute fell in two pieces to the ground, roaring in pain. A woman stood over him, voluptuous, naked, her blonde hair falling around her large breasts. She held a green sword dripping in blood. Two other women cut down the other man.

“You saved us,” I smiled, looking up at them.

“Well, well, well,” the blonde smiled. “Is this who I think it is?”

“That’s Lilith,” gasped another naked, young woman with short, black hair. “What is she doing here?”

“I guess Mark must have killed her, too.”

“I am Lilith,” I breathed. “Goddess to all women. You have earned yourself a place in my court, my warrior women.”

The blonde laughed. “I’m afraid that’s not happening.” She bent down and seized the chains. I shuddered as she claimed our souls for the demon lord she served. Was it Astarte? Her territory bordered the Sulfur Plains.

“You’re not letting us go?” moaned another woman.

“Nope. I’m Ursula, and that’s my wife Marybeth.”

The black-hair girl nodded.

“And my daughter, Gabriella.” Ursula nodded to the other blonde, the youngest of the three women. “And you all have the honor of serving the Ghost.”

“Who?” I gaped.

“You’ll see,” Ursula purred. “I reckon he’ll induct you into his personal harem, Lilith.”

“The Ghost will love you,” Marybeth agreed. “And you’ll come to love serving him as much as we do.”

Lilith shuddered as the girls seized her soul. Such power brimmed in them. They drew on this Ghost’s powers. Whomever he was, he already was clawing himself into a Power of the Abyss. Hell had changed so much since I broke free.

“Let’s go,” Ursula said, the physical chain dissolving from my neck. But I couldn’t disobey her. My soul was chained to her master. She smacked my ass. “Mmm, everyone one of the Cult is going to enjoy you, Lilith.”

“A few of us lost kin to your plague,” Marybeth added. “I’m sure we’ll all want to thank you personally.”

Escaping the brutes had seemed easy. They didn’t have much power, but this Ghost…

I stumbled along with the rest of the women as we crossed the sulfur plain, a bony forest appearing ahead. Tears ran down my cheeks. If only Ziki hadn’t failed. If only she had stabbed Mark Glassner with the Mispach, I would rule the earth.

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The Samurai

“I know what you need, my Lord,” Orihime purred as I stepped into the tent.

The men needed their rest. Even in Hell, wearing armor and marching wearied a person. A few women had been captured on our march. The men vied for their chance to enjoy the spoils. It was disgusting, but my new master was a disgusting man.

But I swore my oaths. I would serve him until he violates our agreement.

My concubines awaited me naked, soapy water dripping from their bodies. “Let us wash away the days dust, my Lord,” giggled lithe Hikaru.

My armor vanished with a thought, and I stretched my muscular body out, lying on my stomach for their soapy massage. Chisato pressed on my left, rubbing her body against mine as Hikaru took the right. Orihime and her heavy breasts slid up and down my legs, her hard nipples trailing over my muscles.

“You are tense, my Lord,” Chisato whispered. “What troubles you?”

“Our purpose,” I sighed. “This shall be our life. Campaigning to take over Hell for that pig of a man.”

“You regret serving him?” Orihime asked.

“It is not dishonorable to serve,” Hikaru murmured.

“It is. I should not have surrendered.”

“And that would only have boughten pain. For you. For us.” Hikaru’s soft lips kissed at his neck as she slid her body up and down on him. “Is that why you submitted?”

“Yes,” I grunted. I couldn’t face letting them suffer any more torment. It made me weak.

“Thank you, my Lord,” Chisato purred.

“We love you just as much,” Orihime added.

I felt love in their touches. They had loved me just as fierce the day they appeared before me, dressed in their schoolgirl uniforms, pledging their undying love to my cause. I could endure any humiliation, any pain for them. They had willingly joined me knowing they faced Hell. My pride could bend for them.

Their sweet shade had become my life.

I rolled over, Orihime’s heavy tits wrapping around my cock, sliding up and down as she washed me. Only Orihime’s breasts were large enough for this delight. I groaned, savoring the sweet bliss of her tits. My other two women purred in my ear, their pliant tits rubbing on my chest.

“We love you so much,” Chisato groaned, her hot pussy sliding on my leg. “We have no regrets.”

“None,” Orihime agreed, sliding her tits faster up and down my cock.

“I know,” I groaned, my eyes squeezing shut.

I let their sweet bodies pleasure me. Their moans and sighs filled my ears as their hot flesh rubbed on me. My cock ached, the tip tingling between Orihime’s silky breasts. Hikaru’s sweet mouth found mine, thrusting her tongue inside.

My hands explored their flesh. I pushed between their thighs. I found their pussies wet and dripping. Hikaru purred into my kiss and Chisato shuddered and mewled, her pussy squeezing down on my fingers.

“Thank you, my love,” groaned Chisato. “You always remember to give us our pleasure.”

“You are a generous, Lord,” Orihime agreed. “Cum, my Lord. Give me your cum.”

“Yes, give it to her. Cum on her tits. I want to lick her clean of your spunk,” Chisato purred.

I groaned, my cock throbbing. My cock erupted, my cum boiling out, covering Orihime’s heavy tits in lines of milky white. Chisato spun, about, my fingers twisting in her pussy, as she leaned over to lick my cum clean.

“That’s it,” giggled Orihime. “Lick my tits. Our Lord enjoys watching us.”

Hikaru broke the kiss, turning about to join Chisato, licking the cum up from Orihime’s other tit. Orihime beamed as her fellow concubines sucked and tweaked her nipples. Pleasure burned in her eyes as she moaned.

“Samurai,” the harsh voice of Abimbola called from outside.

“Yes,” I groaned, pushing my concubines away as I rose.

“Our scouts have spotted a flying demon. It circles a host of women protected by other demons.”

“Ready the army,” I commanded, my armor flashing about my body. “We have tributes to gather for the God-King.”

“Such sweet spoils,” laughed Abimbola. “The God-King will reward us.”.

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Svitlana “Lana” Paquet-Holub

Luka landed, her wings turning back into her hair.

“Priestesses,” she crooned as she stopped before us, her sharp fangs glinting as she smiled. Luka was gorgeous and deadly. She was a vampiric Alukah, drawing her strength from feasting on blood. She had been sent after Mark’s servant Sam, but had been killed.

“What is it?” I asked.

“An army of men,” Luka answered. “They have women prisoners and they’re already forming up to attack us.”

My blood chilled and I glanced at Chantelle.

“We have Lilith’s daughters,” Chantelle declared. “We’ll rescue these women and show these vile men where their place is.”

Luka smiled.

To be continued…

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strange things happen to your dear mistress

Deep passion flows through my blood as i take control over my dear Mizuhashi once again. His moans of pleasure sound like a soft melody in a song. I lay on my back as he devours me completely. Sucking and slurping into my soft tunnel. So hot. “fuck me” I whisper in a low seductive voice. He obeys me and enters my tight whole. Small bites and scratches down his back. I have trained him to please only me. To want only me. A deep hard thrust turns me into something i have been waiting to unleash. I roll over on top of him and tie his hands to the bed post. His eyes shine with lust. I love the bond that we have. That only we can have. I straddle his member and tighten my pussy as if I’m pulling him in deeper. I grind slowly as i look into his eyes. Like I’m looking into his soul and smiling at he person he used to be. Rough, hard, passionate, and steamy. I take what i want. As i reach my climax over and over i can see he can’t last any longer. I untie his hands and push him over onto his stomach. Laying on top of him now with his cock in my hands, i press my body against his. I get close to his ear and whisper ” give it up to me Mizuhashi”. That’s all it took. His muscles relaxed and he came all over the bed. I smile and kiss the back of his neck. The room is filled with the smell of lust and pleasure. A very potent smell, one i find calming.

I walk into the living room to answer the phone. It has been ringing for sometime now. A women’s voice is on the other end. It’s Kim. Since the sauna i can’t seem to stop thinking about her. The connection we had. The same connection i had with Mizuhashi. This could become something more.

” Can we get together sometime?” she asked.

” umm…I’ll see if i can make time”

” Oh, maybe I’ll call you when you have time”

” no it’s fine, where do you live?” as i answered her Mizuhashi was walking out of the room. His body glistening with sweat. I was beginning to get wet again. As she gave me her address i began to imagine me between her thighs. I slid a finger into my pussy. It was so wet and so hot. Mizuhashi dropped to his knees and kissed my mound. He licked and rolled his tongue around my clit like a hungry animal. I arched my back and hung up the phone. He sucked a finger into his mouth and pushed it into my tight ass. I grab a handful of her hair and push him into me further. ” fuck me with your tongue…sssss….hhhhhaaaaaa….harder” i moan uncontrollably. I’ve trained him well. A mind blowing orgasm and a long passionate kiss. Mizuhashi carried me to the shower and helped me wash up.

After gaining my strength back i decided I’ll see Kim today. Surprise her. I walk into a gift store, buy a dozen lilies and some candy hearts. For a woman everyday should be valentines day. As i walk up to her apartment my heart starts to beat fast. At this point i would have walked away because of my past, but some how i couldn’t. I tried to knock on the door but my hand froze. When i finally get the courage to knock she opens the door before i have the chance. Her face lit up when she seen the flowers and candy. That is the expression she should keep. Happiness. Why is she making my think like this?

” wow…Lilies, they are my favorite. How did you know?”

” lucky guess”

” you look amazing”

” thank you, so do you” i said. She did look amazing. A small little spring dress, light, floating just above her skin. Her hair was down and straight. I couldn’t help but to stair at her. Any man or women would be beguiled by her beauty.I was wearing a black dress with small straps and some pumps. The dress didn’t hide much of my long slim legs, tight figure, large breasts, and firm ass. Practically wearing nothing. But she had a smile that brightened everything around her. Some how i felt happy. She invites me in and she shows me around her apartment. It was small and white with black accents. Seemed professionally decorated. I could smell paint so i think it was just recently done. She noticed my interest in the design and began to talk about it. Sitting on the couch having one long boring conversation after another and yet i didn’t care.

I couldn’t help it anymore. I leaned forward for a kiss and put my hand on her leg. The moment our lips touched slightly i felt her body tremble. We began to kiss slowly and passionately. I loved the feeling of her soft lips against mine. My hands began to caress her back and sides. She felt so powerless and fragile. I decided to take it gentle at first. On the phone and in the sauna seemed so different from now. I kiss her neck and chest. My hand wanders down her back and rests softly on her ass. She grabs my hand presses it firmly against her ass. Telling me to take it further. I can tell she wants it badly. She presses her cheek against mine and presses my other hand against her breast. I take control not her. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be. I feel the urge to fuck her madly and eat her pussy until she can’t move. I squeeze her ass tightly and bite her neck. Reaching up i use my other hand and scrape down her back with my nails. She moans in both pleasure and pain. I can’t handle it anymore i slide a hand up her dress. She isn’t wearing any panties. Unable to stop myself i shove three finger into her hot waiting cunt. She begins to shake and jerk around bucking at my fingers. I heard a growl escape her lips. Animalistic noises all around the living room. Heat and the smell of sex fill the room. I felt something i have only felt with Chris. It’s a dark lustful feeling. Shoving my fingers deep inside her feeling as if I’ll split her in half. She’s screaming and begging me to keep going. To give her more. She want’s the pain. I sense something dark in her past that bay effect her in the future. I finally get the courage to get up and leave. I run out the door leaving her there to fend for herself. Hearing her yell for me causes me to run faster. I don’t know what it is, but it’s not right.

Arriving at the hotel Mizuhashi seemed worried that i was back so early. He seen me leave no less than two hours ago. Not stopping i just ran into the room and into the bedroom. My heart is still beating uncontrollably. I can’t stand it. What happened? Why can’t i do it? I’m confused more than worried. I’ve already had most of her in the sauna and then again at her apartment. I lay in bed thinking about everything. Suddenly Ana slipped her way into my mind. I miss her so much. I want to hold her in my arms again. Tears begin to trail down my cheek as i begin to think of the past. My own darkness has been haunting me lately. I can feel something terrible is going to happen. A knock at the door causes me to jump. I wasn’t expecting anyone but i assume it’s Mizuhashi, so i decided to ignore it. I turn the light off and close my eyes. A hand is touching my leg. My eyes fly open and start darting around the room. No one is there. I lay back and try to clear my mind. The hand returns and ventures to my chest. Someone cups my breasts and squeezes them tight. I feel myself becoming wet. The intruder reaches under my dress and pinches my nice pink nipples. I bite my lower lip. It must be a man, the size of the hands are too large to be a woman. One of his hands wonder below my waist line and find it’s self inside my panties. I don’t want it…yes i do. The large fingers move inside me at hyper speed, fast and rotating. I can feel myself ready to cum. Every time his fingers enter my pussy he hits my G spot. I curl my toes and grip the sheets. A hand covers my mouth, someone else is in the room. I let go and squirt across the room. Barely able to breath I practically rape my intruders. I push my finger fucking playmate onto his back and to my surprise he’s already naked. I shove the unfamiliar cock deep inside my pussy and ride him hard. Trusting against his member i start to cry out in lust. Animalistic noises escape my mouth once again. Bucking wildly against this man i don’t know. The other one gets behind me and enters my ass. Anal sex has always been something to take me over the edge. I love the feeling of him sliding in and out of my hot puckering whole. ” Fuck me harder Bitch!” i yell moving harder and faster. Both men begin to hard core smash my pussy and ass. Taking me deeper into madness. I clench my pussy tight and scrape my nails down my intruder’s chest. “bite me!” i Command. They both bit down hard on different areas of my body. I fucked them crazy until i lost myself. Blacking out.

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By now Cody and I had become unofficial business partners and best friends. We agreed we are both exhibitionists who love flaunting our equipment for both sexes, always very exciting with a new audience, a well-paying business relationship only, we will never be lovers in the strict sense.

Our agent Ada introduced us, she has a small team of men, male escorts, or gigolos, she likes to remind us, and organizes bookings for us with her high-end clients.

After around four weeks Cody invited me to his large, high-level unit in the CBD to meet his female partner. “Melanie is five-years older than me and intrigued by our business relationship. She wants to talk to us about ways our act could be more exciting and professional.”

We spent twenty minutes over coffee as Melanie and I sized each other up. She was obviously out to impress me, heels and cut off shorts to highlight her magnificent thighs and ass. “Are you two lovers? Are you fucking each other? Reassure me?”

“No, we are just well paid sex objects for other peoples pleasure.”

“I am reassured, thank goodness,” she smiled. “I told my friend Rosemary about what you boys do together for other people’s sexual pleasure and lots of money. She has years of experience in stage presentations and has offered her assistance and advice. She lives in this building, would you like to meet her?”

“I want to watch you two boys perform, I hope I can offer some constructive advice,” Rosemary smiled five minutes later, dressed in heels and a loose, short dress with slits up to the waist, or it a man’s shirt I muse, as I ogle her good looks and wonderful thighs.

“Go to the next room boys and do whatever it is you do to prepare.”

“Melanie told me you commence by walking out naked under your short, black silk dressing gowns, no belts, before you undress each other. If I was in the audience I would expect maximum impact from the performers, like an overture before a musical,” Rosemary tells us as Cody and I remove each others gowns and flaunt our semi-erect cocks for the two women.

“Let’s start again,’ Rosemary smiled as she and Melanie ogled our semi-erect cocks. “I bought a few things along for you boys. A black bow tie each, the skimpiest, sexiest, crotchless black jock straps I could find, an evil looking cock ring for each of you. And these, two very short, back silk gowns with numbers on them, nine for Cody and ten for you Michael, that only cover half your ass and might just cover your equipment. And some oil as an extra aphrodisiac, my lovers, male and female use it on me. Finally a CD for you, a saxophone version of Rhapsody in Blue. Perfect, wonderful music for sex of any kind.”

“Go back to the next room and prepare? Would you like me to help?,” Rosemary smiled, rather agitated as she followed us in.

“Melanie and Cody are old friends. I have fucked them both and they me,” she told me as she watched Cody and I oil each others naked bodies with the oil she provided.

“I never though I would come across a man bigger than Cody,” she smiled as she watched us slide on the jock straps, then the bow ties. Ten-inches and thick is a benchmark for any woman to have, very exciting,” she whispered as she lightly tongue kissed me while stroking my erection and Cody’s at the same time. “Perhaps you should have a full-time teaser?”

“I want to fuck you, it is just a matter of when,” she whispered as she fondled my now fully erect cock poking out at ninety-degrees.

“When you look at Cody’s erection is that a turn on for you?”

“Yes, it is,” I answered truthfully. “Most men would be turned on looking at it.”

“I like your honest answer. Any women who wouldn’t be turned on looking at your erections is a worry. One more thing, articulate what your are feeling while Cody pleasures you. Some commentary with sex of any kind is an added dimension and a huge extra turn on. And maintain eye contact with someone who is watching and fantasize about them.

“Are you excited at the thought of receiving a blow job from a man with an erection almost as big as yours, while his female lover and I watch?,” Rosemary teased as she positioned us so our erections were touching.

“I heard that deep intake of breath from you both. Exciting was it?,” Rosemary teased as she watched me slide on the cock ring she provided and clipped it under my balls.

“Very exciting,” I whispered truthfully.

“Remember, I want to fuck you, it is just a matter of when. Now showtime boys, make it good, really exciting for Melanie and I.”

When we entered the women were standing side-by-side, legs apart, holding hands with Rhapsody in Blue playing. They were both wearing heels and naked from the waist down, a very sexy look. Wonderful eye candy, two blond women with trimmed jet black pubic hair.

I stood behind Cody and removed his gown making eye contact with his excited lady. Then Cody removed my gown as I made eye contact with his lady, then eye contact with Rosemary.

“Tell the women what you want me to do for you?,” Cody teased as he licked my nipples while he slid a fingertip along the underside of my erection. We were standing side-on to flaunt the full size of our erections for the women as they silently compared our erections.

“My erection is hanging out for a blow job, show the women how good you are,” I whispered to Cody.

Cody’s mouth and tongue were wonderfully wet, he always drinks something special before he has me.

My hands were behind my head, knees bent, as Cody knelt, with his hands on his ankles, the only contact we have is his lips wrapped around the tip of my erection. The music is a perfect match for sex, a long slow build up for both.

Cody has blown me before, he is always exciting for me with my high sex drive and an audience. This time was very exciting with his lover and her friend watching, both naked from the waist down as we talked to each other while he edged me. “I heard Melanie telling you she wants to fuck you. Would you like to watch my lady give me a blow job as foreplay for you?”

“When,” was all I could mutter as he edged me with his lips and tongue before he finished me off with his hand, my hands behind my head as I kept eye contact with Rosemary and Melanie.

“Have you ever watched a woman give Cody a blow job?,” Rosemary asked as we sat side-by-side, both of us naked, after she watched me shower and helped me dry off.

“No,” I answered diplomatically. Though we had both enjoyed watching each other receive blow jobs from women who paid us after we had performed for groups of women.

“My turn now Cody,” Melanie told him. “Hands behind your head, back to the wall. This is very exciting for me, giving you a blow job immediately after Rosemary and I watched you blowing a man with a thick, ten-inch erection.”

“Rosemary wants this to be foreplay for her before she fucks your friend,” Melanie told Cody, let’s turn them on with some foreplay.

Always exciting watching another man receiving a blow job, this time from his girlfriend who had been feeling insecure.

“That is such a turn on for me, watching two hung men receiving blow jobs in one session,” Rosemary whispered as she watched her friend blowing Cody. “Is that a turn for you?,” she asked as she teased my cock.

“You know it is, she is very good, my cock is responding while I watch them with you stroking it.”

Cody was turning us all on as he was moaning and groaning incomprehensibly and breathing very heavily, his body shaking.

“I want you now, right now,” Rosemary told me as she took my hand before she stood with her back to the wall close to Cody. “Fuck me standing up, I want you in me, right up to you balls when Cody blows. Are you watching Cody? I love love it. He is huge, fucking huge.”

“Yes, I am watching, I love it,” he replied. “Swallow?,” he mumbled as Melanie gave him a thumbs up.

“Melanie and Cody are old friends. I have fucked them both and they me,” Rosemary told me again. “They have never watched me fucking a man bigger than Cody though. “I love it.

“Melanie and I are very competitive,” she told me after what must have been fifteen minutes as I was breathing heavily. “Swallow?,” she asked on her knees with the tip of my erection between her lips with Melanie and Cody watching closely.

Cody couldn’t help himself as he told her, “Like this Rosemary, like this,” as he ran his thumb tip and a fingertip along the free portion of my erection.

“Exquisite, so fucking good,” I moaned loudly as two talented people, a male and a female bought me to orgasm.

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Father and Daughter Romance

Chapter Twenty
Seven Months Later

It was early morning as Lindsey sat up. She had taken the last month off of school because she was so close to her due date. She got out of bed with great difficulty, her large pregnant belly standing out in front of her. He pants were soaked. Pain was racking her pelvic region. She shook the bed. “Brian, my water just broke. Hurry.”

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Joseph and Helen were quiet as they entered the hospital room. Lindsey was sleeping peacefully, covered in sweat. Brian sat near by, holding the baby in his arms. “It’s a girl,” he said with a smile that reminded Joseph of a father’s pride.
Helen clasped her hands together. “She is so beautiful. And what’s her name?”
“Haley,” Lindsey said, sitting up in her bed.
They turned and gently hugged her. Helen wiped her forehead with a clean wash cloth. “How do you feel?” she asked Lindsey.
“Exhausted. Sore.”
Helen chuckled. “Welcome to the world of motherhood, Darling. Brian wasn’t easy to push out.”
Lindsey smiled weakly and took her mother’s hand. “I know that you aren’t my biological mother, but you are still my Mom. I love you. You have always been there for me. I will never again take you for granted.”
The two women smiled and hugged. “I love you,” Helen whispered.
“I love you two, Mommy.”
Joseph lovingly patted his daughter’s head. “You are the perfect daughter. I am sorry for hurting you.”
She smiled up at him. “I forgive you, Daddy.”

Two Months Later

It was lunch time as Lindsey’s phone beeped. She looked at the text and smiled. It was a picture of Brian and Haley. When she put her phone up, Alex sat at the table. “When are you going to do a DNA test?” he asked.
She looked at him. “I’m not going to. Brian is her father.”
“No he’s not. You know it.”
“Shut up. I don’t care. Try to court order it, and I will make sure that you never see her at all. As far as she’s concerned, Brian is her daddy. Not you.”
He looked angry. “Why?”
“I don’t have to explain myself to you, Alex. My rule is final.”
He shrugged and got up. “Fine. I just hope that one day she finds out.”
“She will. I’ll tell her when I think she is ready. Until then, keep your fucking mouth shut.”
As Alex stormed off, Lindsey ate her sandwich. She was just about to text Brian back when someone walked through the door. His name was Kevin Myers, the high school quarterback. He had short black hair, and bright amber eyes. His skin was tan and smooth. His body was slick and muscular. She knew that she just had to have one last casual fuck.
When he sat down with her, she was surprised. “Hey, Lindsey. How are you?”
“Kevin? Why are you sitting with me?”
He reached a hand under the table and rubbed her knee. “I just wanted to see if you would rather get lunch off campus.”
Lindsey didn’t know what to say. At fifteen, she had been dieing to fuck him. Now he was more than willing. Had turning seventeen changed her that much? Or was it the fact that she had a child? “Really?” she asked.
Kevin nodded. “Yeah. I have a SUV with back seats that go all of the way down into the floor. There’s plenty of room to lay down.”
Lindsey smirked. “Sounds fun”

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The back of Kevin’s vehicle wasn’t quite what she had thought as she lay there. Kevin had her shirt off and was sloppily kissing her neck. “I want to fuck you so hard,” he whispered in her ear.
Lindsey instantly thought about Brian and Haley. She couldn’t imagine what she had once seen in Kevin. He was a slob. Her pants were quickly pulled off her. Then her panties were removed, and her heart began pounding. Kevin had his cock aimed at her pussy, from which she had only recently given birth to her precious little girl. “Stop,” she said.
He looked confused. “What? I am not stopping now. You are so hot.”
She tried to shove him away, but he was too strong. He rammed himself inside her. She screamed as he fucked her hard. Thankfully, he was a minute man, so to speak, and was quickly done. As he pulled on his clothes, he glared at her. “Alex said that you might be difficult. Maybe now you’ll let him see the kid that could be his.”
Lindsey felt so betrayed and broken as she lay there naked. She curled her self into a ball and sobbed. Then he picked her up by her hair. “You gonna cut Alex some slack?” he yelled, spitting in her face.
She cried. “Please, stop.”
Kevin punched her in the gut, knocking the wind out of her. She gasped as she fell. He continued punching her, his fist meeting her ribs and face repeatedly. When he was finally done, he threw her out of the vehicle and tossed her clothes on top of her. “You are such a slut,” he hissed as he shut his vehicle and walked away.
Minutes later, a girl found her there. The police were called, and Lindsey found a familiar set of arms holding her. She passed out, the pain becoming too much. But she knew that she was safe.

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Pain rushed through Lindsey as she opened her eyes. A heart monitor beeped steadily nearby. When she saw Joseph, tears threatened to leak from her eyes. “You came?” she asked.
He nodded. “I was first on the scene. How are you feeling?”
“I’m hurting pretty bad. Am I going to be alright?”
“Yeah. The doctor said you only sustained some bruises and cuts. You were lucky.”
She looked into his eyes. “Kevin?”
Joseph nodded again. “We got him. A witness saw him throw you out of his car. And he confessed that Alex paid him to do it.”
“Is Alex in jail too?”
Joseph smiled. “Yeah. And they won’t be getting out any time soon. Now, just relax. I’m not leaving.”

Chapter Twenty-One
One Year Later

Lindsey was so happy that they had waited to get married. She looked at herself in the mirror. The pure silk gown clung to her body. At only eighteen years old, she was a gorgeous bride. He mother put a gold diamond necklace around her neck. “Your grandmother gave me this on the day of my wedding. And now, I am giving it to you.”
She hugged her tight. “You are so beautiful, Lindsey.”
As the music started, the brides maids and the maid of honor proceeded out into the chapel. Lindsey’s heart began pounding in her chest. “I’m so nervous.”
Helen brushed a hand over her cheek. “Don’t be.”
A knock on the door made Lindsey calm herself. “Are you ready?” Joseph called from the other side.
“Yeah,” she said as she opened the door.
They looped their arms and began walking. At the entrance to the chapel, Lindsey felt all of the eyes on her. She had only graduated a month ago. Haley had turned one already, and had been the cutest little flower girl. Now she was marrying the one man that truly loved her with all of his heart.
As she locked gazes with Brian, she proceeded down the aisle. People were smiling and taking pictures, but she could only see him. This was the moment that she had been waiting for. As she took Brian’s hands, she felt herself enter destiny.

Three Months Later

Joseph smiled as he rang the doorbell to Brian’s apartment. When the door opened, Brian smiled at him. “Hey Dad. We weren’t expecting you.”
“I just wanted to come by and see Lindsey and Haley.”
“Papaw,” Haley shouted as she ran to him.
He smiled and scooped her up into his arms. “How is my little angel?” he asked.
Haley giggled. “Daddy is taking me to the park!”
“That sounds fun! When you get back, I’ll take you out for some ice cream!”
Haley smiled and hugged him again. “I love you, Papaw!”
He hugged her tight. “I love you too, Bug.”
As Brian and Haley left, Joseph shut the door. Moments later, Lindsey walked out of the kitchen with a tight white spaghetti strap shirt and baggy hollister sweat pants. Her hair was in a messy bun, and there was a dish rag slung over her shoulder. “Hey, Dad,” she said with a grin.
“Hey, Baby. I just wanted to see you. How have you been?”
She shrugged. “Not bad. Haley keeps me busy when I’m not doing my online college classes.”
“What are you studying?”
She smiled. “Criminal Justice. Figured I might become a cop.”
Joseph chuckled as he approached her. “Well, I am proud of you. You have really done good for yourself. And did you hear about Derrick?”
Lindsey looked slightly uncomfortable. She never liked for people to mention him. “What about him? Did someone assassinate him? They’d be doing the world a favor.”
Joseph sighed. “He won the election.”
“Good for him. How about you? What’s new with you?”
“I am thinking about running for county sheriff. Maybe I might get into politics myself.”
Lindsey rolled her eyes. “Not you too.”
“And I have been thinking about you.”
Lindsey smirked. “Really?”
He nodded as he pinned her to the wall. “I just have to have you one more time.”
Their lips locked passionately. She unbuckled his belt and quickly let his pants fall to the floor. He boxers followed behind them. Then he slid her pants down with her panties and kissed her snatch. “You still taste amazing,” he whispered as he slid back up to kiss her lips.
He picked her up by her ass, and she wrapped her amrs and legs around him. He thrust deep into her, making her gasp. “God, that feels good,” she moaned.
“I missed you, Lindsey.”
Her eyes fluttered. “But what about Mommy?”
Joseph kissed her. “I am still with her. But I want to be with you when I can. You will always be my precious girl.”
Lindsey smirked in the sexiest way. “I love being daddy’s little girl.”

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“Come in, we are still getting ready, we are in the bedroom,” a male voice tells us over the intercom when we arrive. We find our way to the lavish bedroom, full length mirrors on all the walls and a mirrored ceiling.

“We are still getting ready,” Nick smiles in a slightly agitated voice as we watch him fastening the straps on his lady Nikki’s sexy black garter belt to the black stockings she is wearing.

She is naked apart from heels, stockings, garter belt and a cup-less bra. Nick is making a show of fastening the straps on her magnificent thighs and obviously enjoying her flaunting her lush, almost naked body for Sarah and I.

He is wearing just tight fitting skimpy black briefs and is obviously well hung.

In contrast to her long blond hair she has a beautifully trimmed patch of jet black hair above her cunt lips.

One of my major fantasies and turn ons is a voluptuous woman in a garter belt and not much else. I am instantly aroused as I watch and take in her almost naked body.

“Did you two fuck last night?,” are the first words Nikki says. “We did as we discussed about our plans for you today.”

“Yes, we did. And we talked about you two,” Sarah tells them as Nick kneels behind Nikki and licks and kisses her generous ass cheeks.

Fabulous foreplay for me, I have an almost full on erection as Nikki motions for Sarah to kiss her. They are tongue kissing with just the tips of their tongues as Nick has his hands on Nikki’s hips as he continues kissing her ass cheeks.

“Lick my cunt,” Nikki tells me in her beautifully modulated voice as she spreads her legs for me as Sarah sucks on her large, extended nipples while her man Nick continues kissing her ass cheeks.

We met them for the first time the previous night and quickly learnt they were in their late-thirties, five years younger than us. They are an articulate and well spoken, professional business couple as we are. Just like us they want to extend they sexual boundaries and experiences while staying at the resort.

After a few drinks we told each other about our sexual fantasies. “Hung bi-sex men and being licked and teased by both sexes, preferably at the same time,” Sarah told them confidently as she had their rapt attention. “And my man says I have a magnificent ass. Size-14 on a size-12 body. He loves to worship it for another couple. Wonderful foreplay.

“Flaunting my almost naked body for another couple before I have them and they have me. And hung bi-sex men,” Nikki teased.

“What about you Nick? Tell us about your sexual fantasies?,” Sarah asked as she crossed her legs for him as her very short skirt rode up to show him her glorious thighs.

“I love another couple watching me bring Nikki to orgasm with my tongue. Though at the moment my fantasy is having you sit on my face while I lick you to orgasm while the other two watch.”

“And so you shall,” Sarah smiled, her face flushed. “Be warned, I am multi-orgasmic.”

An extra buzz with four articulate people talking about sexual preferences with no hint of embarrassment. We are all on the same page when it comes to sexual pleasure.

“And you?,” Nikki asked me with a huge smile.

“Too many to list, though I do have an ass fetish. And Sarah and I are due for a foursome,” I teased lusting after Nikki and anticipating the next question.

“He loves flaunting his thick, nine-inch erection,” Sarah cut in as she took Nikki’s hand and slid it along my semi-erect cock.

By now it was obvious to us all that we were going to use each other for sexual pleasure.

“Our room, three tomorrow,” Nikki told Sarah as they kissed passionately as we departed. You too, I am going to have you.”

Sarah is in her element as she smiles wickedly at Nick. “I promised I would make your fantasy happen Nick,” Sarah tells him, fully in charge of the moment. Do you still want your fantasy? Are you ready for me to sit on your face while you lick me to orgasm while the other two watch? I love being licked with an audience.”

“You are a very exciting woman Sarah,” Nikki whispers as she and Sarah are tongue kissing as she undresses Sarah. All Sarah is wearing are heels, always for sex, a short black silk dress to highlight her glorious thighs and a skimpy, black g-string to showcase her ass cheeks (size-14 on a size-12 body, she likes to remind me).

Nick and I are both watching closely as Nikki and Sarah continue tongue kissing as Nikki slowly slides her dress up over her ass cheeks. “So good, so fucking good,” Sarah manages to whisper as Nick licks and kisses her ass cheeks as Nikki continues tongue kissing her.

“Lick my cunt Nick,” Sarah tells him as she stands with Nikki behind her as they continue tongue kissing.

Two minutes later Nick is flat on his back on the bed as Nikki slides his trousers off. “He is almost as big as you baby,” Sarah teases as she kneels over his face and slowly offers her cunt lips to his eager tongue.

Nikki and Sarah are passionately tongue kissing as she watches her man licking my lady. Nikki is sliding a clenched hand along her man’s erection as she and Sarah continue kissing.

“Suck or fuck?,” Nikki asks me loud enough for the other two to hear as she watches me undress and stroke my very erect cock for both her and Sarah.

“Suck me first, I want Sarah to watch while your man is licking her cunt lips,” I tell her as I lay on the bed alongside the other two.

“You are bigger than my man, not much longer, but much thicker. I hoped you would be,” Nikki tells me as Sarah watches her licking my erection. “Much thicker,” she whispers as she commences sucking me with a hand wrapped around my shaft.

Minutes later Nikki is on top of me sliding her wet cunt lips along the full length of my rock hard hard, nine-inch erection.

She has positioned us so she can kiss Sarah as we fuck. I have my hands cupping her large, glorious ass cheeks as I manipulate her body for maximum pleasure. Sarah is responding by sliding her cunt lips along the tip Nick’s of Nick’s tongue as I glance in five mirrors to watch.

“I warned you I was multi-orgasmic Nick. Your tongue is good, very good,” Sarah murmurs as her body shudders and she orgasms again. “That was six. Don’t stop.”

Nikki and Nick are sex machines. Very attractive and accomplished sex machines. She really knows how to manipulate her ass and cunt muscles.

After what must have been twenty minutes she realized I couldn’t hold out much longer. “I want you to watch Sarah and Nick,” Nikki told them as she lay on her back and opened her legs for me. Magical finish to a wonderful fuck with Nick and Sarah watching as Sarah stroked his erection.

After we wound down Nikki and I showered together with our hands all over each other in one of the twin showers while we watched Sarah and Nick do the same in the other twin shower.

After we dried each other, Nick sat me me on a sofa with Nikki on one side of me and Sarah on the other side. We are all naked, though the women both made a point of putting their heels back on, facing a full length wall mirror.

Nick makes a show of pouring some oil into his hands, until then I hadn’t noticed he has long thick fingers, especially his middle finger, then rubbing some oil over his large, flaccid cock. He has my full attention as he teases my nipples with an oily fingertip on each one.

Then he kneels in front of me and licks and sucks my nipples as he teases the cunt lips of both women with the tip of one oily, middle finger. Both of the women gasp in sync as he slowly slides his oily finger into each of them. He is licking my balls, then my cock as he works his finger into each of the women.

I have a full, thick nine-erection as I watch him sliding the full length of his fingers into the women. His lips and tongue on my erection with two women watching is magic. The vibe as three of us, two women and a man, watch in the mirror as another man is pleasuring all three of us simultaneously is something Sarah and I had never had before.

“I want you to squirt for us baby,” I whisper to Sarah as I watch Nick curling his finger into her g-spot. The look of combined pleasure and anticipation on her face is awesome. “Your turn on is my turn on baby. I want to blow while you squirt.”

“I intend to squirt, you know what a turn on it is for me watching another man blowing you. Even better with his thick finger on my g-spot with his lady watching.

“Two fingers Nick,” Sarah whispers. “Please, two fingers?,” she implores, though Nick ignores her and removes his finger and teases her cunt lips with it.

Sarah is breathing very heavily. The look of combined pleasure and anticipation on her face is is even more awesome as Nick teases her cunt lips with a fingertip.

Nick is a very accomplished sexual performer. His lady is watching as he is sucking and licking my throbbing erection while he is teasing my lady. He is edging me. He has me right on the edge as well as my lady.

“Two fingers Nick,” Sarah whispers. “Please, two fingers? Right now,” she implores for the second time. He commences with one finger as far as it will go. Sarah’s body is so tense. So is mine as I watch him insert a second finger into Sarah.

Sarah and I have had many memorable sexual experiences. This one is magical as he blows me and Sarah orgasms noisily and squirts.

To finish the session we watched Nick fucking Nikki. They were most impressive and enjoyed talking to us while we watched.

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Part 2- Chantell and Sierra explore each other more.

SERENITY VALLEY CHAPTER TWO COPYRIGHT( FEBRUARY 2002 BY DAHKME

Everyone went their own ways. Chantell and Sierra went into the den to
relax and get to know each other and Dianna went to the guesthouse to
clean up.

Dianna took a nice long relaxing shower. Washing all the grease and
dirt off. As she was drying off and looking in the mirror she admired
her body. She always looked very manly in clothes. It was just her
style. She was more comfortable in jeans and a tee shirt. Her breasts
were huge and she really hated them. They were 48ddd’s and caused her
no end of back problems. But man were her nipples sensitive. Her wife
knew just how to suck them and she was known to cum just by having her
nipples sucked.

She pinched her nipples, teasing them until they were hard and firm.
She ran her hands over her belly and soon found her way down to her
pussy. Just thinking of her sexy wife lying in bed was enough to make
her pussy moist. She took her forefinger and massaged her clit. She
could always cum by masturbating but what she really wanted was her
wife fucking her with the dildo they used. It wasn’t long before she
had a small orgasm and decided she was hungry.

She found a robe to put on and put her clothes in the washing machine.
She went to the refrigerator and looked inside for something to eat.
She fixed a ham and cheese sandwich and found some chips in the
cupboard. She went back to the refrigerator for a glass of milk, but
couldn’t find any. She thought she would go to the main house and get
a glass without disturbing Chantell and Sierra.

Chantell and Sierra were in the den. Sierra was sitting on the couch
and Chantell was just looking around the room. She looked at the
bookshelf and found about fifty books there.

“Did you write all of these?

“Yes, I wrote them all over about three years.”

“Are they based on personal experiences or fantasies?”

“A few of them are personal but most of them are fantasies. I never
make any notes or do any research on them. The words just kind of flow
out of me.” I also have a very good imagination.

“Well I can see that you are very erotic and sensual and I bet that
comes through in your writings, among other ways,” said Chantell.

Sierra stood up and walked over to Chantell. Grabbing her by the waist,
she hugged her tight. She was already feeling the heat from Chantell’s
body and wonder if Chantell would be up to a little game.

She told Chantell to close her eyes and Sierra led her to the center of
the room.

Chantell was just a little nervous about what was going to happen when
she felt something soft around her eyes. She put her hands up to stop
whatever it was.

Sierra just said “Shhhhh baby, I wont hurt you I promise. I just want
the blindfold to enhance your other senses. Do you trust me?

“I… I… guess so, yes.”

“I want you only to feel, touch, smell and taste. If you get
frightened, just tell me and I will stop immediately.”

“Um yes ok, whatever you want,” she said hesitantly.

Sierra put the blindfold over Chantell’s beautiful eyes, and gently
kissed the back of her neck. Chantell quivered at the touch. Sierra
walked to the front of Chantell and started unbuttoning her shirt.
Each time she unbuttoned a button she would kiss or lick the exposed
skin.

She left the shirt open and proceeded to Chantell’s shorts. She grabbed
the waistband and used only her teeth to pull them off her. Her long
red hair was caressing Chantell’s skin, causing her to squirm and
giggle.

She put a finger in Chantell’s cunt and found it to be quiet wet.
Chantell jumped at the suddenness of Sierra’s finger but quickly
relaxed. She put her finger up to Chantell’s nose and let her smell
her own juices. She ran her finger down to her lips and ran her finger
across Chantell’s lips. Chantell licked her lips and tasted the
sweetness of her own pussy. She had never done that before and found
it highly erotic.

Sierra walked behind Chantell and removed her blouse, planting
feather-soft kisses between her shoulder blade and ran her tongue up
and down her spine. She took off her own blouse and smashed her
breasts against Chantell’s back. She ran her nipples against the
creamy white skin, causing her nipples to stiffen. She reached around
and grabbed Chantell’s nipples and began teasing them with her
fingernails.

Chantell moaned and leaned back into Sierra. Sierra thought she heard a
noise but couldn’t be sure so she just ignored it. She let go of
Chantell and walked over to the desk in the corner. Chantell could
hear the drawer opening and wondered what Sierra had in store for her.

Dianna meanwhile had walked to the main house. She opened the back door
quietly and went straight to the kitchen. She opened a cupboard and
got a glass, fully intending on getting the milk and leaving. She
heard a small moan and curiosity got the better of her so she went
snooping. She made her way towards the den and peeked around the
corner. And what she saw excited her.

Chantell was standing in the middle of the room naked and in a
blindfold. Dianna just gawked, unable to move. She looked at her
pert, taut nipples looking as if they begged to be sucked. She could
see her pussy glistening with sweat or pussy juice, she couldn’t be
sure. She really wanted to find out, but had thus far remained
faithful to her wife of 4 years and she wasn’t about to blow it for
some quick sex.

Sierra had noticed Dianna staring at Chantell lush body and grinning
lewdly. Sierra coughed and Dianna looked at her blushing. Sierra just
held a finger to her lips and motioned Dianna to sit in the chair in
the corner. It took about one second for Dianna to get to the chair.
She settled in for the show.

Sierra walked back to Chantell and kissed her softly on the lips. Then
stepped back a step or two and told Chantell to lay down on the floor.
She also told her to put her arms over her head and spread her legs
wide apart.

Sierra then stepped to the side of her, giving full view of Chantell’s
cunt to Dianna. She had gotten a few items from the drawer and she was
about to use the first one. An eagle feather. She ran the feather up
and down Chantell’s arms. Caressing every inch of skin. She ran it
under her arms to her armpits. Down each side and back up again. Ran
it across her stomach and down the inside of her legs. She stroked the
feather across the bottoms of her feet, sending Chantell into giggles.

She straddled her legs on each side of Chantell’s head and lowered her
pussy to Chantell’s face. Not close enough to touch but close enough
to smell. Chantell’s nostrils flared and her pussy contracted.
Chantell tried to reach up with her tongue but couldn’t reach it. She
lifted her head up and Sierra simple stood up out of reach. The
disappointment showed on Chantell’s face and Sierra just grinned.

She took the feather and continued to caress her skin with it. Every
once in awhile she would scrape the tip of the feather across her
nipples or clit. Each time she did, caused Chantell’s ass and hips to
be lifted off the floor.

Dianna, sitting quietly in the corner, was getting very turned on. She
reached her hand inside her shirt and started playing with her breast
and nipple. The other hand was working its way down to her pussy.

Sierra set the feather down and brought out the next item, a small
vibrator. She turned it on slow and ran the tip of it over Chantell’s
nipple causing her to have another orgasm. It wasn’t a mind blowing
one that was going to come later.

She put the dildo to Chantell’s lips and Chantell eagerly licked it and
began to suck it. It was about the only thing her ex-husband thought
she was good at. It was just instinct that she started sucking it as
if it was a real cock.

Sierra pulled it out of her lips, and ran it down her stomach in a
direct path to her clit. She took the head of the dildo and thrust it
against her clit, grinding the clit with it. Chantell moaned and
wriggled her ass on the floor. She carpet scratched against her sweet
ass causing another new sensation. It was a mixture of mild pain and
intense physical pleasure.

While Sierra was massaging her clit with the dildo, she took another one
in her hand. She glanced at Dianna and smiled when she found her
playing with herself. Dianna didn’t even notice Sierra looking at her.
Sierra was tempted to ask Dianna to join in, but she felt that if her
and Chantell were going to have any kind of a future together, Dianna
should just sit back and watch.

Sierra focused her attention back onto Chantell’s pussy. She continued
with the dildo vibrating against her clit and put the head of the
life-like dildo into Chantell’s pussy and turned on the vibration to
speed eight. This was an unusual dildo, it had ten pumping speeds, ten
circular speeds, and ten vibrating speeds, it also could shoot any
liquid that you filled it with. Sierra had another one that she
received while doing research for a book that not only had all the
features and had the added touch of electricity. It could send a very
small charge, sort of like a static shock that you get from carpets or
an even larger charge, which she had only used twice. Her
ex-girlfriend had brought out the Dominatrix in her but decided that
she would go slow with Chantell and see where it goes.

Chantell was moaning and squirming on the carpet, wanting the dildo to
go deeper in her. Sierra positioned her pussy over Chantell’s face and
lowered herself onto Chantell’s hot mouth and tongue.

Chantell eagerly took Sierra in her mouth, she would do anything for her
if she would only fuck her with the dildo that was in her moist, tight
cunt.

Sierra started to slide the dildo inside Chantell inch by inch. Teasing
her cunt by pushing a little and then stopping. Turning and pushing
and then stopping again. It was driving Chantell mad, (if the way her
tongue was working Sierra’s cunt was any indication). But Sierra had
control of the situation well in hand, actually both hands.

She continued teasing the hot box now steaming under her control. She
pushed the dildo in to the hilt and that caused Chantell to have yet
another orgasm. Sierra pulled the dildo all the way out and rammed it
right back in. The dildo on her clit was turned up full and she turned
the dildo in her cunt to ten on all settings. She was working
feverishly with her hands now, oblivious to everything but the tongue
working her pussy and the sounds coming from Chantell.

Dianna was also working feverishly with her hands, these girls were
making her hot and she wanted desperately to join in and probably would
have if she were single. But her and Corliss had been through a lot
together and she wasn’t going to risk losing her for one night of
passion with two incredibly sexy women. Dianna had her right hand deep
inside her pussy, she had four fingers in and was busy trying to get
the fifth one in. Her left hand was holding one of her enormous tits
in her hand and was busily sucking her own nipple. She too was
oblivious to anything but getting herself off.

Sierra worked the dildo in and out of Chantell, going deeper and deeper,
faster and faster, harder and harder. She twisted and turned it,
hitting that spot we all know is deep inside us, and thrilled when our
lovers find it. Again she pulled the dildo all the way out and ramming
it back in. Sweat was pouring down her face dripping onto Chantell’s
breast. None of the ladies were going to last much longer. Faster,
deeper, harder went the hands and dildo. Faster, deeper and harder
went the tongue.

“Cum for me my love, let me taste the very essence of you,” screamed
Sierra. “Cum for me my beauty.”

Chantell was the first to scream in ecstasy. She screamed Sierra’s name
over and over and over. Sierra was next with a very loud moan that
sounded more like a howl from an injured animal, her juices flowing out
of her and into Chantell’s mouth. Chantell licked and sucked Sierra’s
clit, gently nibbling it as she tasted the sweet cream.

Dianna looked at the couple just seconds before she too had an orgasm,
she had to bite her lip to keep from making a sound. She looked at the
two women, panting and glistening with sweat for a few moments and then
composed herself. Dianna saw Sierra was watching her leave, so Dianna
blew a kiss to Sierra and slipped quietly from the room. She returned
to the guesthouse. She had a call to make.

Sierra gently pulled the dildo from Chantell’s cunt and grabbed a
blanket off the couch. She took the blindfold off Chantell and kissed
her deep and passionately, their tongues dancing and searching. She
lay down next to her and covered their sweaty bodies. She wrapped her
arms around Chantell and gently rocked her to sleep. Once Chantell was
asleep, Sierra closed her eyes and slept peacefully for the first time
in years.

Dianna rushed back to the guesthouse and immediately called home.

“Hello darling,” she said.

“Hi sweetheart, I thought you’d be in bed with such a long drive
tomorrow.”

“I was just getting something to eat and thought I would call you.”

“That’s good. I wanted to tell you goodnight and I miss you.”

“I miss you too baby, more than you know. I am so horny I am about to
jump out of my skin.”

“Why are you so horny?”

“Well I don’t want you to get mad at me, but I have never hid anything
from you before.”

“And…?”

“Well, I… I… sort of, well I guess the only way to do this is come
out and say it.”

“What’s wrong baby?”

“Nothing is wrong baby. I am just horny. You see I went to the main
house to get a glass of milk and”

“And…?

“Baby you have got to see this place its gorgeous.”

“But that’s not what’s wrong.”

Well, I… I… kind a walked in on Chantell and Sierra making
passionate love on the floor in front of the fireplace…

“And what did you do? You’re making me awfully suspicious.”

“Baby, you know I love you.”

“You say you love me all the time and I love you too, but what is going
on.”

“I really didn’t do anything. I just sort of…”

“Sort of?”

“Masturbated while I was watching them. Baby what do I always thinks of
when it comes to sex?”

“Well as long as you were thinking about me, I guess it’s ok.”

“That’s one of the reasons I was calling you in the first place.
Remember when we first met on line? The deep and meaningful
discussions we would have.”

“Of course I do baby, but I don’t think you are wanting a deep and
meaningful conversation are you?”

“I was thinking about the other kinds of conversations we had, hint,
hint.”

“Oh, those conversations. Hmmm! I suppose you want me to do something
about your horniness over the phone like we used to?”

“Yes, baby, I really do! Please baby, Chantell and Sierra got me all
worked up and I just need to hear your sexy voice talking to me like we
used to on the phone.”

“I suppose we could have a bit of a talk. Tell me about what you saw
tonight.”

Dianna proceeded to describe in the exact details of the erotic events
that occurred earlier. Corliss could hear Dianna’s breathing become
heavier with each sentence. She described the dildo and Corliss wanted
her to check to see if there was any in the guesthouse. Dianna said
she wasn’t going to go snooping but there was a long handled brush in
the shower. Corliss told her to go get.

“Why don’t you strip your clothes off,” she said sexily.

“Do it slowly, pretending your hands are mine, unbuttoning each button
and slowly moving it off your shoulders. As my hands run down your
arms, down your back, circling around, down your breasts, circling the
nipples but not touching them. Watching them harden in anticipation,
kissing your soft lips, running my tongue over your teeth and into your
mouth. Our tongues dancing together. As I pull you close, my feather
soft kisses all over your face. I work my way around to your ear,
sucking your earlobe into my mouth. Sucking and lightly chewing.

Dianna let out a moan at this, her ears were as sensitive as her
nipples.

“Feeling your body shudder against mine as you have your first orgasm,
the beginning of the building. I move down your body with my mouth,
licking every spot until I reach your nipples. I circle your nipples
with my tongue not touching them. Until finally I flick my tongue
across your nipple and then blow on it. You shiver as I move to the
other breast to do the same. Then I suck that nipple into my mouth.

“Oh god baby, you know what your mouth can do to my nipples.”

“Yes I know!”

“While sucking on your nipple. I unbutton your pants and slide them over
your hips. Squeezing your ass as I push them down your legs and you
raise your right foot and then your left as you step out of them. My
mouth finds a trail down your stomach and I push you back onto the bed.
Climbing up next to you, I kiss and lick and nibble all the way down
your body. Down your leg, down to your foot and I take your big toe in
my mouth sucking on it. I treat each one of your toes the same.”

A small moan was heard across the telephone lines.

“When I am done with that foot I move to the next and suck each toe in
turn. I move up your leg, towards your hot, moist center. As I get
closer I blow on you and you shiver and raise your hips. I lick each
lip already tasty from your fluids. I circle around your clit,
refusing to touch it, Until I have you a mass of quivering flesh, and
then I dive for your clit, I suck your clit into my mouth and hang on
for dear life as you buck against my face. Just as I feel you’re about
to explode, I back off.”

A groan could now be heard over the telephone lines.

“I hear you begging me not to stop. But I let you come down a little
bit, kissing the inside of each leg, running my fingers through your
pubic hair and blowing against your clit to cool you off. Just as I
feel the quivering slow, I push two fingers inside of you and start
pumping. I add another finger and start flicking my tongue against
your clit. Then I suck it into my mouth, pumping my fingers harder,
faster, deeper. Suddenly, the fireworks go off and your juices soak my
fingers and my face as you achieve another orgasm.”

“As your muscles relax. I move my hand to floor and reach under the bed
and pick up the vibrator, turn it on, and inserted it in your hot, wet
pussy.”

Dianna took this as a cue to insert the brush handle into her pussy,
which was, in fact, hot and very wet.

“Starting off with the vibrator on low. I operate it with one hand
while reaching up and playing with your nipples. Pinching and tweaking
them. As I feel your body building towards another orgasm, I turn the
vibrator higher. It eventually goes to the maximum setting. Your body
is quaking and your juices burst out of you.”

A scream of passion could be heard over the telephone lines, along with
some very heavy breathing.

“Slowly moving the vibrator out of you. I crawl up besides you and hold
you in my arms, until you are calm again.”

It was a few moments before Dianna could speak.

“Oh god baby, you are the greatest. I fell in love with you since the
day we met, and I love you more and more each day. I wish I were home
with you so I could make love to you all night long.”

“Shhhhh baby, just get some rest and we can spend tomorrow night making
love all night long.”

“Ok darling, I love you and will kiss you goodnight.”

Dianna hung up the phone, and said a silent prayer, thanking the goddess
above for bringing Corliss into her life. She contentedly fell asleep
in just a few minutes.

The next morning when Dianna woke up, she got dressed and went to the
main house. She wanted to thank Sierra for letting her stay (and for
the show). She found the two lovers sitting side by side in the
kitchen.

“Well, Good morning. Did you sleep well,” Sierra asked?

Yes, I slept wonderful, after watching a show and calling my wife.

A small grin crossed Sierra’s lips.

“What did you two ladies do last night?”

Together they both said, “We got to know each other better.”

“I’ll just bet you did.”

Everyone let out a little laugh.

“Is there someplace you want me to tow your car?”

“No that’s ok, Alice our resident mechanic is gone for the weekend
fishing. She can tow it Monday when she gets back. Is there anything
you need before you go?”

“No, but I did want to thank you for allowing me to stay. I just wish I
had more time. I would love to have a tour of the place.”

“Why don’t you and your wife come up next weekend! I have plenty of
room and wouldn’t mine the company.”

“You know we could use a break and she just loves horses. I may just
take you up on that! Well I really must go. It was very nice meeting
both of you.”

The three women stood and kissed each other and Sierra and Dianna
hugged. Sierra whispered in Dianna’s ear, “I hope you enjoyed the
show!”

Dianna whispered back, “I sure did, maybe next show my wife will be
here as well!”

Then Dianna walked out the door and got into her truck and headed home.
She couldn’t wait to get into her wife’s arms.

Author’s note: Dianna and Corliss are real people. In fact, I am Dianna
and my wife is Corliss. Although I’ve had several readers respond to
Chapter One that Dianna should have a three way with Sierra and
Chantell, I felt that I could not do that. Even in words, it would
have felt like cheating. The phone conversation between my wife, and
myself was real. She spoke that same type of conversation many times
during our long distance relationship. For those of you wanting some
group sex, I think you will find those in Chapter 3 or 4. Thank you
for reading my stories. Corliss, my darling, I love you.

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A woman’s supernatural gift allows her to relieve the rape of a girl.

Paranormal Affair

Even before the second shot of absinthe has finished burning its way down my throat, I can feel the first one beginning to take hold of me. Its vapours rise up my throat, I’m struggling not to cough and to remain steady. Its hardly the psychedelic dissolution of reality that LSD tends to bring about, which is what I’m used to with this kind of shit after all – but its enough.

That other part of me – the weird side of my brain begins to unfurl. The little whispers of sensation around me blossom and acquire something like tangibility. The crumbling ruin is no more. The dank smells of mildew and damp are replaced by a warm, summery breeze wafting in from a nearby window. The imprint seems like it must thirty years old at least… I try to look around, but I can’t see. There’s something over my eyes – a blindfold, or the memory of one, anyway. Then, at the same time, my awareness of my clothes drifts away, bit by bit. My biking leathers, boots, even my underwear, until I’m standing stark naked, nervously curling my toes into the floor. I’m not myself by this point of course. I’m someone younger, my breasts a little smaller, perkier. My skin is soft and sensitive… I bet I’m ginger, probably even have freckles. Thin, cute, late teens – probably quite hot.

Of course, that none of that makes what is to come any less twisted and sick. There’s a lump in my throat the size of a Buick… No, not my throat, the girl’s throat. Fear occupies her body like some eldritch god, she can scarcely move. Well, not all of that is down to fear I realise soon enough. Her hands are bound, handcuffs tightened way too tight around her slim, bony wrists.

I struggle, whimper, unsure now which sounds and actions are hers and which are mine. Her pulse drums in my ears. I hear footsteps and it quickens. There’s that undercurrent of arousal of course, too… that’s not hers, that’s mine. Fuck knows why this shit turns me on so much, but it does. Guess its a coping mechanism? The mind’s gotta do some crazy shit to deal with crazy shit, right? Feels to me like that’s how things usually go. Or, hell, I don’t know. Maybe that’s just me. Maybe I’m the same kind of psycho sicko myself, like all those ones I see in my visions. One day I’ll snap, go on a little spree of my own… naw, that thought’s just too morbid.

By the time I’m paying attention again, someone’s pushing me to the ground. Large, firm hands. A man’s hands. Familiar hands. Not to me, obviously, but to her. I know this routine. Usually its the umpteenth asshole boyfriend, but no – these aren’t some dumbass teenager’s hands, not even those of some shithead college jock. This guy’s way older, so that means the truth is far more sour still – he’s a relative, I bet. Some fucker she’s trusted, once. That’s painful. The cacophony of emotions begins to make a little more sense to me. There’s that quivering strand of confusion running through it all – betrayal. The absolute, fundamental, world-inverting betrayal you only get when you are deceived by that which you relied upon most. Its a gut-wrenching, sickening feeling that makes me nauseous. Not nauseous enough to counteract my own sick feeling of arousal though, dammit.

Shit, I can feel bile in the back of my throat and its not just the absinthe. These always give me flashbacks to my first trip… If that weren’t bad enough by itself, having two violent flashbacks at the same time is overwhelming even for me.

I gasp for breath. Once the trip’s started, there’s no easy way to get out of it. Best I can do is see it through to the end. I try to push the memories of my first time out of my mind though. By sheer misfortune, that one’s still one of the most brutal experiences I have seen. Perhaps this one won’t be nearly so bad, at least then I could cope with just the one sexual assault in this memory. Experiencing two rapes at the same time would probably hospitalise me for good.

There’s talking going on now. It generally sounds like a wailing trumpet, like how you had the adults talk in those old Snoopy cartoons. Unless I’m exceptionally lucid and blitheringly tripped out of my mind, I get little more than the gist of the conversation anyway. In these cases, there’s nothing else I want to know, anyway. I’m sure whatever he’s saying would just make me cringe all the more. My body hits the carpet and the next thing I know, I’m violated.

He’s not pulling punches. His two fingers roughly squeeze into my ass, feeling like something’s burning. He doesn’t care that lube is something that’s a thing. I squeal, writhe, but I’m helpless. He twists them back and forth and I can feel him searching for a way to get the most reaction out of me, dragging his fingernails across my rectum. I want to kick him, but I can’t, this girl is a victim and she knows it, she’s already given up. I mean, I can’t blame her. Whoever the motherfucker was, he was her guardian, pretty much a paragon of stability for her… you can’t just recover from a sucker punch like that. Not that fast, maybe not ever. Its vile and violent and he’s enjoying himself like hell.

This is where things start to get fucked up. He pushes his fingers into her mouth, making her suck them after he’s had them in her ass up to the knuckles. But that’s not the sick bit. I mean, that’s horrid… but the worst of it comes when I’m starting to feel him, too.

See, my shtick is that I can read emotionally charged experiences from places and things. Negative ones about ten times as strongly as positive ones cause hey, ain’t life a bitch? And sadistic glee… Oh yeah, that’s pretty negative. And its pretty fucking strong. The girlie begins to slip and I start to feel both of them now. His own sickening excitement is running through me and… God, his fucking arousal. It’s not like a girl’s arousal at all. Masculine, fierce, almost savage in its intensity. It doesn’t roll and ebb and it just… builds up.

The next thing I know, I’m screaming. He begins raping her, anally, cause that’s the kinda fuck he is. I scream in real life… I’m the rapist and the victim at the same time, I’m fucking sodomising myself. I don’t know how long this goes on for and then I come.

And I come fucking hard. It’s both me and him, the male and female orgasm layered on top of each other, a mind-fuck in and of itself.

I hate this most of all. All the fucking violence, the abuse, the insane, warped psychological torture – it makes me cum harder than anything or anyone else ever has. Part of it is the rapist’s sadistic… release. He chokes her, making her scream across the entire house, then drowning her voice entirely amidst his fingers, partially crushing her windpipe. I can feel the tightness of her anus, rectal muscles spawning and clutching around his cock as he repeatedly violates them, forcing them painfully open again and again. And I can feel my seed evacuating into her bowels, surging forth from an organ I don’t even have. But that’s a shadow of a memory. Its there, but doesn’t even feel quite real. No, most of my climax now is my own. Its fucking arousing. All of it, from the carpet burn I’m getting on my bare knees, the burning deep in my ass, the throat throbbing against my calloused fingertips, the blood on my lips as I bite into her ear, the way his fingertips dig into my breast… and more. I am overloaded with sensation, sex and violence. It awakens both the hunter and the prey in me, like a snake devouring itself.

What happens next, I’m only faintly aware of. The absinthe is starting to fade and I’m on my back, gasping as smaller fireworks continue to go off in my cunt. He pinches her, slaps her, spits on her. She takes it, she’s so broken now it barely registers. I feel disgusted at myself for enjoying it, but there’s only so much self-hate you can muster when you’re orgasming like a motherfucker.

Gradually, I come to. He drags her out of the room and they don’t come back. I blink my eyes open sober. There’s no carpet under me, just bare, dusty concrete. The window that provided my rape with such a lovely, pleasant breeze, hasn’t held a pane of glass in decades. The moon stares down at me accusingly. Firelight flickers shadows across the wall.

I groan as I sit up, my body still aching with the fading sores of phantom abuses. My anus burns, filled with a stranger’s cum until I remind it that it it not. I pull my leather jacket back up, panting softly, and lean against the wall.
Oh yeah, I’ve got a audience tonight. Nearly forgot about her.

She’s sitting on the far side of the fire, half-cloaked in the shadows of the abandoned building. Her badge glints in the firelight, just a little bit brighter than her eyes. She swigs from her beer, something cheap and American, never quite taking her eyes off me, like she’d just seen a ghost.

“That’s all, folks,” I croak, managing a good-natured smirk. I’m vaguely aware of having narrated the experience for her. Its funny, talking out loud kinda seems to come naturally with psychic experiences. Don’t have to focus on it, you start blabbering all the nasty shit in your head anyway. I hand her the bottle of absinthe and she takes it from me, fingers trembling a little.

The sheriff is a fine woman with her long dark hair, curly and lustrous, and her little badass motherfucker of a magnum and her leather jacket a few sizes too big and that lickety-spit shiny badge that just screams at me to be licked and kissed. Yeah, I got a thing for gals in uniform, alright? Sure, she’s an older lady, but I’m not counting those years against her. The way her pretty little freckled nose wrinkles when she smiles makes her look as fair as any summer’s day. She’s as dangerous a cougar as they come. Don’t try to catch her from behind, that chiselled ass of hers, all wrapped in shiny leather, has been known to kill lesser girls. TRUE story.

I crawl over to her, still a little shaky myself. “Lin?” I whisper, concern quaking my voice for a moment.

She finds herself though, looks up with that spark in her eyes, cups my chin and kisses me on the lips, making me lose my train of thought for a few blissful moments as I suckle on her tongue-tip. “I’m okay, Panda,” she tells me, pulling away. “Just a little shook is all. You’re… You’re good. That’s some gift you got there, babydoll.”

I can’t help but giggle. She’s adorable, I’ve never met anyone who called anyone ‘babydoll’, let alone done so sincerely, yet here she is, lighting up a cigarette like she’s straight of some 70s lesploitation flick, giving me that sultry look.

“Told you it can be kinda intense.”
“No shit cutie. You got all the details. The bad man was the girl’s uncle, she was an orphan after her parents died when she were twelve. He took care of her, like the upstandin’ member of the community and family-man that he were. Then, after she had a fight with her boyfriend the night before the prom, somethin’ snapped in the old guy. He went an’ drove her out here, raped ‘er, bid she not tell a soul, then went back to normal,” the sheriff explains. She wets her lips, “The girl stayed real quiet for a few years, ‘fore she gone an’ went to the police. ‘Course, wasn’t anythin’ ‘nybody could do by then,” she shakes her head, the woman’s lips trembling for a moment. “That…”

“That girl was you,” I finish the sentence for her. She gives me a sullen look, then softly nods. “Damn. I-I’m sorry Lin, I… I had no way of knowing. if I…”

“Naw, it’s okay babydoll,” the sheriff takes a long drag on her cigarette. “It’s okay. I knew what I was getting’. This is something I wanted for a lon’ time. I never did get my own back on that ol’ cunt. He passed away lon’ ‘fore I got into law enforcement, y’see. Lon’ ‘fore I could do ‘nything about it. Did get away from ‘im though, it never happened again. But I just.. I wanted to come back here. Been meanin’ to do it for a long time, really. And then you came along, tellin’ me all about your gift an’ all…”
My fingers curl around her hand. “Did it help?” I ask, chewing on my lip, wondering what the fuck she could’ve made of the spectacle. Me writhing on the floor, moaning as I recounted her brutal rape blow for blow. Oh and then cumming my ass off at the end. Jeez, even said in my head that sounds bad.

She just looks out into the fire and nods though, “Yeah, it helped,” she whispers and wraps her arms around me. And I feel better, briefly, relaxing in her arms. I want to ask which part of my awkward, groaning and moaning farce of a semi-reenactment makes it any better for her, but I see her tears in the firelight and I keep quiet. I’ve always been awful with emotions, comes from being a shunned recluse most of your life, I guess… but I need the warmth, I need the comfort. And I really need her right now. She buries her head in my shoulder and I feel just a little bit less shitty about myself.

A week later, the sheriff’s popped the back of her head open with her badass little magnum. I take it as my queue to get the fuck out of here. Let’s get this motherfucker on the road. Maine. Maine sounds good.

I like these long roads. You can go crank the throttle all the way up until you’re going so fast that you tear up. It’s okay though, the wind dries out the tears.

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“Which one would you like to try?,” I asked.

“Let me thinks about it while you give me an hour-long sensual massage and a G-spot massage,” I replied. “Start with the insides of my thighs, then my big ass.”

I recently came across a list of super creative ways to improve sex lives. When I showed the list to my man he was rapt in the idea.

• Thirty minutes of pure oral sex

• A fulfilled wild fantasy

• A kinky date night

• A one-hour G-spot massage

• A striptease show

• Tie up your partner and spank them

• A romantic bubble bath

• A one hour-long sensual massage

“Which one would you like to try?,” I asked.

“Let me thinks about it while you give me an hour-long sensual massage and a G-spot massage,” I replied. “Start with the insides of my thighs, then my big ass.”

“Lets be creative and combine four of them at the same time,” I tell him as his hands are doing wonderful things to my oily ass cheeks.

“Which four did you have in mind baby?,” he asks after he turns me over and slides an oily finger tip along my almost bald cunt lips and finds my clit. At the same time I am sliding an oily hand along his very erect cock.

“A kinky date night and a fulfilled wild fantasy, an extra person while we have thirty minutes of pure oral sex after a striptease show from me – or is it you. And perhaps a spanking?”

“Let’s aim for thirty minutes of pure oral sex for each of us,” he tells me.

I have had four orgasms before he expertly curls a finger into me. He knows exactly how to massage my G-spot. I love being teased and edged. I want to squirt and I want to heighten the pleasure of it for both of us.

“Cum with me baby, not yet though,” I whisper as I slide my clenched, oily hand along his rock hard erection as I check the time on our wall clock. I want to last the full hour before I have a huge orgasm and squirt.

I am Sarah, 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. I have a very strong sex drive and one of my favorite turn ons is sex with an audience.

All week I have been anticipating thirty minutes of pure oral sex with two people. I am not sure if the extra person will be a male or female. I am also looking forward to performing a striptease for the extra person, hopefully a younger, hung male.

On the Sunday as arranged I am looking forward to teasing our new sexual partner with my strip tease. I love flaunting my naked body for a new sexual partner, be it male or female. Even better both at the same time.

I am so horny with the anticipation of thirty minutes of pure oral sex with two people, still unsure if it will be a man or woman. I love being licked and teased and I am proud of my blow job skills. And I do like blowing a man with another man or woman watching. And perhaps a spanking as a bonus, though not sure who will receive a spanking. Perhaps all of us.

I have taken a great deal of trouble with my appearance. Heels, garter belt, stockings and a skimpy thong under a diaphanous negligee.

My man is wearing just a pair of tight jeans.

To my great relief and satisfaction I learn our extra person today is a man. Ned is a good looking, well built, toned man, around fifteen years younger than us with a diamond earring. I have a thing about bisexual men and feel sure Ned is bisexual as I look him over. My man and Ned are obviously very comfortable with each other, though I have no idea how they met or how long they have known each other.

“I told Ned about the list of super creative ways to improve our sex lives. A kinky date night and a fulfilled wild fantasy, an extra person while we have thirty minutes of pure oral sex after a striptease show from you.”

“Let’s aim for thirty minutes of pure oral sex for each of us. Thirty minutes of pure oral sex for you from two men baby.

“Then my turn for thirty minutes of pure oral sex from Ned and you,” my man tells me as he introduces me to the man he has organized.

“I promised Ned you would do a strip tease for him. Can I help?,” my man asks as I stand, hands on hips with my legs apart and flaunt myself for him.

“I want to watch you two men strip for me first,” I reply. Ned is quick to oblige as my man and I watch his every move. When Ned is down to just his jeans, he slowly slides the zip down and lets his semi-erect cock and balls fall out.

“Wow,” my man and I exclaim in unison as he slides his jeans down to his ankles and steps out of them. Ned follows and slides his jeans down to his ankles and steps out of them.

Both of the men are semi-erect as I smile, “Now my little strip tease for you both.” My almost naked body is visible through my negligee and I have Ned’s full attention as I turn my back and slowly lift the negligee to show him my ass.

“Sarah is proud of her ass, so am I. A full size 14, glorious ass on a size 12 body.” my man tells Ned as he helps me off with the negligee. “She loves it being worshiped. Magnificent, no dimples or flab. Do it. Worship it for both of us,” my man tells him as he undoes the clip on my thong and it drops to my ankles.

“The perfect ass for garter belt and stockings,” my man tells Ned while we tongue kiss as Ned is licking and kissing my ass cheeks with his erection in my hand.

“Thirty minutes of pure oral sex for you from two men baby,” my man whispers in an agitated voice.” I am sitting in our sex chair in front of a large wall mirror with my legs apart. My man is licking the insides of my thighs as he works his way up to my cunt lips.

Ned is watching on, obviously very aroused as he flaunts his thick, huge erection for both of us. Size is important for me. My man is eight-inches, Ned is thicker and longer I am pleased to note.

“Thirty minutes of pure oral sex,” I whisper as my man is licking and sucking my nipples. At the same time Ned is licking and sucking my man’s nipples. Both of the men are sliding their loosely clenched hands along each others erect cocks.

“Thirty minutes of pure oral sex for me and you Ned,” I whisper as my man’s tongue finds my cunt lips, while I slide my hand along his erection to confirm his size. I lick and suck just the tip before I suck his balls.

“This is a fulfilled wild fantasy for both of us baby. Thirty minutes of pure oral sex for you from two men, one a complete stranger to you. You know I have always wanted to lick and tease your cunt with my tongue and fingers while you were sucking a huge cock.

“Is she good Ned? Your cock is the biggest I have ever watched her with. Don’t forget Sarah wants to join in and watch us have thirty minutes of pure oral sex after this. Are you going to last thirty minutes? Are you Ned?

“Half way Ned, Sarah has been sucking your huge cock for fifteen minutes. Are you going to last thirty minutes?”

Before he can answer my man, his whole body is shaking as he groans and shoots a huge load.

“A shower and we can start over,” I tell the two men as I lead them to our shower room with seats.

After the shower we are all sitting, still wet as my man and I both ogle Ned’s flaccid cock. “What can we do to get you erect again Ned?,” my man teases as he enjoys running his hand along his cock. And I am enjoying watching.

“I am expecting, and I want thirty minutes of pure oral sex. Would you like to watch Sarah suck my cock while I give you a hand job? What about you Sarah, would you like to suck my cock while I give Ned a hand job?”

“Yes. You know I would and I am going to. First up though, Ned has let us down and disappointed us, he was expected to last thirty minutes. When men let me down and disappoint me, my first thought is to spank him. Would you like me to spank your naked ass Ned?,” I ask with a gleam in my eye,” as I show him a thin leather belt.

“Yes please, one of my huge turn ons,” he whispers as he stands and braces himself against the wall with two hands.

“I love your naked body standing like that, clench your ass cheeks for me. I do like a good ass on a man,” I whisper very aroused as look at the thin scar marks on his ass cheeks.

“When men let me down and disappoint me, my first thought is to spank them Ned. And you have the perfect ass for a spanking, though this is not the first time it seems.” I tell him as I enjoy landing the first blow squarely on his clenched ass cheeks.

“Absolutely perfect ass for a spanking,” I repeat, once, twice, three, four, five, six, seven, times.

“Harder Sarah, harder, my cock loves it.”

“My turn Sarah,” my man tells me as he takes the belt from me. “I have wanted to do this you ever since I watched a masked man do it to you at the club. I got an erection while watching, just as you did. And we both have raging erections right now,” my man tells him as he lands three savage blows on his red ass. I can’t help myself as I run a hand along his huge, rock hard erection as my man lands his blows.

“Two more baby while I stroke his cock, he loves it, so do I,” I tell my man.

“Now you baby, six for you, this for not telling me about your visit to that club.” As soon as I land the first blow the two men are stroking each other’s erections. New levels of pure oral sex for my man and I as they continue stroking each others erections as I spank my man’s ass.

“Would you like to watch Sarah suck my cock while I suck your huge cock Ned? You are bigger than me. My thirty minutes of pure oral sex?”

I am kneeling between my man’s legs as he sits on the bench, with a hand on his very erect cock. I want to watch him commence sucking Ned’s cock before I start on him.

“You are biggest cock I have ever had Ned,” my man whispers with one hand on his balls as he uses two fingers of his other hand to take Ned’s cock between his eager pursed lips.

“Thirty minutes of pure oral sex, and counting,” I whisper as I emulate what my man is doing to Ned, one hand on his balls and two fingers of my other hand to take his cock between my eager pursed lips.

Neither of the men managed to last thirty minutes. So back into the shower room.

“Masturbate for Ned and I while he licks my cunt baby. Would you like that Ned? Some more pure oral sex?,” I ask as I tease the two men to erection with my hands.

“Kiss my ass Ned, worship it, turn us both on,” I tell him as my man and I are passionately tongue kissing. We stop kissing and my man stands sideways to watch. He is very aroused watching another man worshiping my ass as he strokes his erection.

“Now lick my cunt Ned, pure oral sex while my man watches and masturbates. Make me cum, I am multi-orgasmic. I have never had a man with an erection as big as yours lick me to orgasm,” I whisper not quite truthfully but keen to boost his ego.

Ned is surprisingly good. He knows how to use his tongue. He is looking up frequently to watch my man masturbate. I am also watching him masturbate as I have done many times. Today he is even more intense than normal as he watches another man providing me pure oral sex while I am pushing his head into my cunt lips.

Pure kinky oral sex; my man is masturbating while he watches a much younger man with a cock bigger than his licking me to orgasm.

The last time he masturbated for me he was licking and kissing my ass cheeks, an extra turn for both of us.

My man knows me so well he can tell when I am orgasming without me saying a word. Today as part of our pure oral sex, I am groaning for Ned – and my man as I orgasm. Ned has a finger in me as I orgasm very loudly for the third time.

“Swallow baby, swallow,” my man groans as he slides his erection between my lips and I swallow.

“Next time, let’s work through our thirty minutes of pure oral sex list with another woman,” my man tells me later that.

“Why not baby, let me organize it, soon. I have just the woman in mind,” I tell him already excited at the thought of another two serves of thirty minutes of pure oral sex with him and a woman.

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