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A painting discovered in the motel where Olivia and Scott used to meet was searched by police, everything in the room owned by the motel other than a painting on the wall…

Walter Bishop opened the doors to the chamber, Olivia Dunham, not wanting to waste any more time, stripped quickly out of her clothes, removing her shoes, and hair band first, before peeling the socks off her feet and then undoing the button on her tight black trousers, she wiggled her hips to and fro, sliding the soft black fabric down her thighs, over her knees and then letting them fall to the ground, lifting one foot out of them at a time, the supple smooth skin of her toes touching the cold marble floor before resting the sole. Olivia noticed Peter watching from the other side of the room in a trance-like state, he noticed he had been spotted and snapped back into reality, looking away in a twitchy fashion, she smiled, as she didn’t really mind, she was quite confident about her body, but the sight of her black panties around Dr Walter Bishop did concern her slightly. Getting back to the task at hand, Olivia slid her black jacket off her shoulders and onto the chair, and began unbuttoning her thin white shirt. Walter Bishop turned to look at her impatiently as he prepped the computers, he didn’t seem happy about the arrangement; Olivia wished she had worn a vest. As she released the button from the third whole in her shirt, she reminded herself, the water would have to come into as much contact with her skin as possible in order for her to share the memories of her ex-lover John Scott. She undid the last button, moving her attention to her wrists, where more buttons restricted her from removing the last item of clothing. Peter found an interesting angle through use of a reflective table to continue looking at Olivia Dunham undressing without being noticed, he pretended to be reading a case file, the sight of her in skimpy black underwear wearing a white shirt, just a tad to long for her was enough to create a bulge in his jeans, he hoped the button she was attempting to undo would take a while longer, but then disregarded the thought as he remembered a man’s life was at risk. Smiling again as he remembered the CCTV was active. Olivia undid the last button, freeing her body from the shirt and gently walking towards the chamber. After Walter had finished whatever it was he was doing, he instructed for her to get in the chamber, she lowered herself into the lukewarm water, as Peter attached wires and sensors to her body they each secretly enjoyed the sensations whenever their skin would accidentally meet, the room was cold, and Peter tried not to smile as he noticed the small bumps in Olivia’s bra. “Be careful” said Peter as she fell back into the water. Peter closed the doors behind her. The water temperature was a severe contrast from the cold air of the lab, she listened to the sound of Walter Bishop instructing her, listening intently and then slowly drifting off to sleep.

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Olivia was pulled out of the chamber by the Bishops; she stood their shocked from what she had seen and the sudden freezing cold temperature of the room. This time, none of the three had any alternate thoughts or motives other than making sure Olivia was okay. They wrapped her in a towel as the computers beeped and reported errors.

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Peter sat in an office within the main lab, he was looking through old CCTV tapes, finding the log from a few days ago, he re-played the video, watching as Olivia Dunham undressed. As more and more of her perfect slender body came into view, his hand slipped further and further down his chest. Her perfect smooth thighs came into view, revealing more and more of her sexy legs, his hand grew close to his throbbing member just as his finger touched his pulsing cock, the door swung open, he tried to withdraw his hand quickly but the angle was all wrong and he didn’t manage it quick enough. It was Dunham at the door, but as Peter was behind a desk, she couldn’t see what he was watching, nor where his hand was, he decided not to move the hand in case she noticed where it was. “I just finished the paperwork for the John Scott investigation…” she said, Peter smiled, giving himself time to calm down and think, “Did you get him?” he asked. She smiled, obviously pleased with her achievement, “Yeah I did… I just got a call from Broyles; he’s got another case that requires our attention…” Peter didn’t look to happy about this, “What case is that?”. Olivia Dunham closed the door walking a little further into the room, Peter’s hand still out of sight, “He thinks it may be connected, and if it means closing this case for good then I welcome it.” She told him, “It’s a painting found in the motel room Scott had prepaid for, everything in the room is owned by the motel except for the painting which we assume to be Scott’s. It’s not that significant except for the fact it’s worth 200 dollars.” Peter discreetly stroked his hard rod, watching the tight white material on her slender belly raise and lower, “What’s so interesting about that?” Olivia knew this question would be asked, “Because according to an email received from a Grevorski Dreves, it was bought for nearly 2 million dollars by John… as far as we can tell, it’s not stolen, but it’s one of the few possessions of his we have and… in the case of John Scott, we can’t leave anything to the regular cops…” Peter nodded, as Dunham turned grasping the door handle with her long sensual fingers, her polished fingernails reflecting the light from the corner lamp, “It’s here in the lab already…” Peter realised he hadn’t spoken for a while, “I’ll be out in two secs…” he smiled, she nodded closing he door behind her, Peter getting a glimpse of her firm buttocks. He turned off the computer, removing his hands from his jeans carefully and walking into the lab, annoyed he hadn’t been able to finish.

Walter was taking a look at the painting, “Well they where right to give it to us, there’s traces of all kinds of ridiculous chemicals on this canvas… and the frame is made of a metal I’ve never seen before. It reminds me of the paper I used to use to do my equations on in the asylum…” Olivia seem puzzled, “Why? Are they at all similar?” Walter was even more puzzled, “No, why would you say that?”. Peter walked in from the office, “Don’t mind him, his mind just doesn’t work in straight lines…” Peter reached the table touching the frame of the picture as he neared, the rim lit up immediately turning red, Peter withdrew his hand quickly, gasping in pain, Olivia grabbed his wrist, “Did it hurt?” Peter winced, “Yeah, a bit…”. Walter Bishop assessed it’s molecular structure shown on the computer, “The metal must act as some kind of sensor, creating a security measure…”. “Now you tell me…” chuckled Peter. They worked on it for a few more hours; Olivia Dunham took notes on various pieces of paper, whilst Walter made notes of his own on the whiteboard, noting the canvas seemed to be holding a chemical behind it which couldn’t be released, though there was a tap-like device at the top, concealed in the frame, he couldn’t work out how it worked. Walter finished the notes and left to go home, Olivia decided to stay at the lab until she had finished up, copying down various things from the board about the case. Walter walked in to the office into the office Peter was sitting in before leaving, “I’m ready to go now…” Peter looked up from the computer, “I actually have a bit more to do but, here, you take my keys and head back to my place.” Walter smiled politely, and headed off. Peter was relieved everyone was finally gone, unaware Olivia was still in the lab. He once again brought up the CCTV log, watching the sexy blond goddess as she stood wearing nothing but her underwear and a thin white shirt. He undid the button and zip on his jeans and grasped his hot member fully, rubbing it slowly.

Olivia’s pen scrapped across the paper without leaving a mark, Olivia held it up to the light, realising it had run out of ink. She sighed loudly, looking at the time. Balancing her shoe on the end of her toes, she decided whether to leave the paperwork till the next day or get it out the way now. She rocked the shoe back and forth, a habit of hers when she was stressed. The shoes fell to the floor as she threw down the empty pen, annoyed she lacked the energy to go on. Picking up the board marker she wrote on the board “DO NOT ERASE – DUNHAM”, smiling she put down the pen, putting the notes in her bag, and went to say goodbye to Peter in her small white trainer socks, her shoes still under the table, the picture frame shook slightly, as a little of the chemical within the canvas-like container was released, Dunham instantly became a little turned on, her nipples hardened quickly and moisture began to grow in her panties, she smiled, looking forward to getting home and pleasuring herself in bed, she imagined her hands slipping into the soaked panties, his fingers grazing over her pulsating citreous. As she neared the office entrance and pushed the ajar door open, walking into the room. Peter withdrew his hand, shocked and speechless, his open jeans only just out of vision from Olivia, “You should have gone home long ago…” she said walking around the desk, and stopping as she saw his jeans wide open, with the sight of herself undressing on the screen. Her horniness stepped up another level. Peter shifted uncomfortably, “Um… I don’t really know what to say here.” He almost chuckled. A small smile was just visible on Olivia’s face, but it faded quickly, “So, you like watching me do you?” Peter was clearly very uncomfortable but yet, his cock only grew harder, “No it’s not that, I was looking at something else on the screen and the CCTV was just in another window…” Olivia moved the mouse on the screen, “Nothing else is open Peter…”. He swallowed hard, “You actually used the CCTV to film me stripping?” Peter, rolled back on the office chair a little, “No, no, it’s not like that, it records automatically…” he noticed the small wet patch near Olivia’s groin and the large points in her white shirt. Olivia’s tongue licked across her upper lip, “Right…” she said, clearly unsure what to say, he stood up, his cock bouncing, still clearly visible, “Think what you want…” he said, moving to walk around her, she turned, pulling him towards her, their face inches apart, “I was just thinking, that you might prefer a live performance…” she said, biting her lower lip as she finished the sentence, in shock of the words that had come out of her mouth, her body longed for his touch, the pre-cum on the tip of his penis glistened. Peter moved in, kissing her hard, his tongue exploring her mouth as she explored his, she was pushed back onto the desk, as Peter’s cock ran down her leg. Whilst she lay back on the metal table, he stood, sliding his hand along the bottom of her leg, he reached her foot, pulling away the small sock that clung to it, planting a kiss on the top of it, licking down to her toes, and sucking on the largest one, she put her head back, letting out an evocative moan, she had never responded this way to someone sucking her toes, she gasped as he ran his tongue along the creases on the bottom of her foot, something about this experience made every touch between them sensual.

Peter moved to the other foot, picking it up gently, he didn’t usually have sex this way, but everything was just so sexy, he used his tongue to explore her every crevice, running his tongue along every perfect molecule of her skin. Her very essence turned him on as he ran his fingers up the inner part of her thigh, rubbing her mound through the damp black cloth. “Please… fuck… me…” escaped her lips, every word dripping with pure lust, words she never used before. He moved his hand up to her zip, moving his face away from her foot and over to her pelvis, where the smell of pure sex engulfed his senses. Olivia got up quickly, “No… I’ll do the rest.” She smiled seductively, getting up and undoing a few of her shirt buttons, taking out her hair band, letting her soft blond hair fall around her shoulders. Olivia took Peter’s pounding cock in her right hand, feeling the supple sensitive skin against her palm, she brought it to a 45 degree angle where she took the tip in her mouth, circling the end with her tongue, Peter closed his eyes and breathed heavily, she gently lowered her hand, taking the whole rod in her mouth for a second before dragging her silky lips up his shaft. She proceeded to undo the buttons of her shirt till the two sides of the blouse fell apart from each other, revealing her slim sexy abdomen and her pink lacy bra, with a little bit of her soaked pink matching panties in view. She then undid the button on her trousers, undoing the zip and letting it fall sensually down her legs and onto the floor. Peter got up quickly; moving right up against her body, pushing her up against the cool concrete wall. As they shared a passionate kiss, Olivia pushed his open shirt off his shoulders and then broke the exchange of passion in order to remove the t-shirt he wore beneath, his underwear and jeans fell to the ground as he stepped out of them, his grey socks and shoes, not leaving the heap. They kissed again, harder this time, as Peter pulled down Olivia’s sexy pink panties, when they reached the ground, without second thought he thrust forward, his member entering her love hole, slowly sliding deeper into her. Olivia opened her mouth wide as she felt him inside of her, his warm blood passing just millimetres away from hers. She ran her white painted nails through her hair, trying to stay quiet, “Oh god, please… please let me cum…” she whispered, Peter’s warm breath touched her neck before he took her tongue in his mouth again, sharing another avid kiss. Olivia was filled by Peter’s pulsating cock, his hard abdomen pressed against her stomach, she pulled her legs up, wrapping them around his waist, and enveloping his shoulders with her arms, Peter slowly pulled his cock out of her, before sliding it back in, she bit her lower lip hard, “Faster” she pleaded, as he began to quicken his pace. Their breathing got heavier and quicker, as neither of their eyes where open, concentrating on the feeling of each others skin. Peter’s hand was around Olivia’s head, after their kiss he hadn’t removed it, but now it began to brush down her neck, skimming along the skin of her upper chest, then smoothly running over the bra-covered breasts which urged to be touched, the nipple attempting to penetrate through the fabric. His hand went even lower, passing over her slender belly, she gasped from the sensation, “Oh god, right there…” she moaned uncontrollably, shocked at what was happening.

Peter’s hand reached its destination, his middle and forefinger pressing against her enlarged citreous and rubbing it sensually. “Oh god no…” she pleaded, “Not now, I want more, more!” she winced as a huge orgasm built up inside her, her fantastic powerful legs pulling him towards her harder than ever before, as she screamed for more, “Uhn, Uhn, Uhn… No, please, I don’t want to…” She came hard, her legs weakening immediately, her face contorted in pure pleasure, but Peter was far from finished, continuing to hump her, her juices running down his leg. She winced in pain, “I didn’t want to cum…” she said, “I want it to go on forever…”. Peter smiled, “I’ll do my best…” he pulled away, her spongy feet came back into contact with the floor, attempting to stand, but instead her legs buckled slightly, he lifted her up, as she grabbed his cock, taking it in her mouth, tasting herself on his dick, she ran her lips up and down his shaft, wanting more of the sweet taste… “I’m gonna make you cum… I want you to cum.” She begged. He smiled, enjoying seeing her like this, “Not a chance, not just yet…” She began giving him a blowjob, utilizing her tongue to explore the rugged edges of his rod, and her velvety lips to bring him closer to cumming. He admitted to himself that it was amazing, breathing in heavily and balancing himself on the table, but he soon decided enough was enough, lifting her up and bending her over the table, “No…” she yelped, but showed no physical signs of resistance as he gently pulled the shirt collar away from her neck and watched the shirt fall delicately to the ground.

Peter came up behind her, pushing his cock into her soaked pussy, he fucked her faster and faster, stroking his large, rough hands over the small of her back. She moaned in absolute ecstasy, looking up to see the CCTV camera in the corner and smiling, the desk was high and she had to be on her toes in order to maintain her sexy position. Peter fucked her quicker and quicker as she screamed out his name. The concept of their lab assistant Astrid being in the other room not even crossing their mind. Not only could Astrid hear them, but she could see them on the computer in the other office where she lay back on the chair, her legs spread wide, resting on the desk as she plunged her fingers in and out of her pussy, caressing her inflamed clit and rubbing her exposed nipple. “My breasts… you have to touch them… oh please Peter, please…” ordered the sexy blond goddess. Peter reached forward, unhooking the sexy pink bra strap, the bra falling onto the table and the heavy metal buckle dragging it to the floor, for the first time, they where both completely naked, Peter massaging her left breast and flicking over her right nipple with either of his hands, this drove Olivia insane, the fucking and the touching was bringing her to the biggest climax she had ever experienced, her toes curled hard and she arched her back, half-scared of the oncoming wave of blissful pleasure. She grabbed the edge of the desk with both hands, shutting her eyes tight and whispering “Fuck…”. As the orgasm grew, so did the volume of her cursing, “Fuck, FUCK, FUCK! FUCK!!!” until she was screaming the words, Peter felt himself reaching a similar conclusion, he began shagging her harder and faster, kissing her neck and shoulders, feeling her vaginal walls contracting around his rock hard cock, he released the steaming fluid deep inside her, as Astrid quickened her movements, her body shaking under the immense pressure of the orgasm, she’d had sex a few times, but never pleasuring herself, until now, after hearing the noises coming from the room earlier as she came to collect her things, she couldn’t help but hide away and continue listening, not knowing what to do with herself, she switched on the computer and had seen them fucking relentlessly, her hand instinctively crept into her pants, until she was completely naked, spread over the desk and chair, watching them on the screen, hearing them through the walls, her every muscle reacting to the surge of immense gratification, she came hard, her face contorting into a blissful expression as she pulled her legs in, towards her body, screaming silently. Her sex juice coated her fingers and dripped onto the floor. She stopped moving, breathing heavily with her eyes firmly shut, her petite frame raising and lowering with each movement of her diaphragm.

Olivia lay back on the desk, running both her hands through her hair, “That was fantastic….” She told him, almost completely out of breath. He collapsed beside her onto his back, “Out of this world…” he chuckled, as she moved over, wrapping her hands around him, her tender tits pressed against his chest.

Astrid checked the screen. Seeing they where resting, she turned off the computer and began to re-dress in a hurry, wanting to sneak-out unseen. The chemical released by the picture frame was beginning to wear off. Unbeknown to Astrid, Peter began thinking rationally, realising Walter was at home by himself; he got up, lifting Dunham with him. “Come on, let’s head home…” She stood up in a stroppy fashion, “No… don’t go…” The unknown compound had aroused them into doing things they wouldn’t have done under normal circumstances, the effects where temporary, the horniness wore off after a while, but the feelings that had already been there remained. “Please stay…” She pleaded. As he seemingly ignored her, continuing to dress, “I can’t; we’ll do this another time I promise…” he told her, caressing her ass with his hand. Olivia began to see sense, and re-dressed. She put on her socks, panties and trousers, grabbing her bra off the floor and putting it on too, as Peter fastened it after pulling on the boxers, jeans, socks and shoes strewn about the room. Olivia put on her shirt before going to retrieve her jacket and shoes from the lab. Peter slung his shirts over his right shoulder, holding them with his right hand, whilst putting his left arm around Olivia and escorting her into the lab.

Astrid fastened her Bra and smelt her thong before sliding it back up her smooth skin to her groin. Before rolling the tights seductively back onto her legs and manoeuvring her hips in order to get her short grey skirt on, she grabbed her coat, bag and shirt in a heap with one hand, slipping her shoes on and then dashing out the door only to be caught by Peter and Olivia as they left the room. They all stood there with equal confusion, as Astrid had thought they where resting. The picture frame shook slightly, going unnoticed by all in the room. Peter, couldn’t help but stare at Astrid, who he hadn’t given a second look at before but now seeing her in just a bra, skirt and tights could appreciate her remarkable figure and wonderfully smooth coffee coloured skin. The three of the dropped their things as Olivia asked what Astrid had been doing in the lab, “I’m sorry it’s just…” She paused, “I heard you two and… I couldn’t help but…” Olivia was approaching Astrid as she put a finger to her lip. Peter walked over appreciating the two astonishingly stunning women he had before him, before he slid his hands around the hips of either girl, his left hand on Olivia, his right on Astrid, he ran his hands around to their back, pushing slightly into their underwear before gently rubbing the two sexy arse cheeks. The two of them moaned as they each reached a hand into his jeans grabbing his solid cock.

The picture frame sensed the presence of Olivia Dunham and released another dosage of the arousing chemical; the gap between releases was speeding up as the machine had been booting up slowly since earlier that afternoon when it had been activated by Peter. In order to form a better relationship with his partner, John Scott purchased an arousing chemical dispenser in the disguise of a picture frame. After bringing Olivia Dunham to the motel room for a stake-out one night which he had rigged, the picture frame released the chemical resulting in a night of amazing sex, as it had been triggered to detect Olivia Dunham’s presence. Getting close to Olivia was vital, well worth 2 millions pounds of his money on something that wouldn’t stand out in the hotel; he knew Olivia would check the room thoroughly for bugs on their arrival, so it had to be well disguised. Little did he know when he bought it; what an amazing night of non-stop sex he would create for the three of them.

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In times of struggle there are those of us who fold, content to accept the fate they’ve been given and wait in vain for eventuality to come. Then there are those who take control of their plight, but once they do there is no telling what path they will take.

Vigorous grunting carried throughout the clearing, dust rushing from the shifting heap with each thrust of Bloodhound’s hips, his engorged member stretching the heated entrance as he drove full force into the swollen vulva. Sensual hands masterfully graced the brawny contours of the masked man’s flexing muscles as he furiously pounded into their owner’s depths, tauntingly scraping her nails along his sweaty flesh. Pulling back, his thick shaft sliding out just to the base of the head and taking Madre’s thick juices with it, the man with a canine’s name lifted the dark skinned goddess’ legs up over his shoulders and immediately began to drill his cock deeper than before. Madre moaned as she felt the swollen meat press against her g-spot, its pulsing girth spreading her labia as they hungrily devoured its length; her plump ass glistened with her own lubrication as Bloodhound’s sack slapped against the cheeks like a weighted anchor. A massive pair of breasts bounced so intensely that milk trickled from the stimulated nipples as the silver haired woman’s lover fucked her like a wild animal, her senses entranced with rapture, her heavy panting masked by her gasps of pleasure. “Y-you could become a favorite of m-mine, my dar-ling…” Madre wrapped her arms around the back of Bloodhound’s neck, her shaded eyes gazed longingly into the slits of her powerful mate’s mask, as if looking directly into his soul. Internal flame overtook their bodies with blinding intensity, and from the mother of lust’s thick lips escaped a shriek of bliss; “…Breed with me, you fertile beast… give me your seed!” Her words were like a spell, unseen hands seductively gracing the peak of his every nerve and drawing the man’s virility to its limits; Bloodhound gasped from deep within his very soul and his mind went blank as thick strands erupted from his cock to coat Madre’s cervix, the pool of cum overflowing and pouring from the voluptuous woman’s pussy.

The two of them laid against the dust of the heap, Bloodhound’s chest panting hard against the milky cushion of Madre’s breast as his seed pulsed from the freshly fucked hole. Tracing idle patterns along her mate’s side with her fingernails, the silver haired woman’s body still shivering from her lingering orgasm and the warm fluid within her, she spoke with a gentle and deeply satisfied tone; “…You, my dear… I am certainly going to keep.” “Keep…?” Bloodhound snickered at the word, thinking little of her intention behind it; Madre smirked, “All I mean is that there is no need for you and your little Bird to fly off any time soon.” The voluptuous woman gestured towards a cute brunette just a few feet down, her back firmly planted in the dust as her perky breasts were suckled upon by Furore’s eager lips. Bloodhound watched his partner, her flush body shivering at the raven haired girl’s touch, each of them exploring the other’s body with their hands in an intimate dance; any reason to leave grew ever more faded with time to the both of them. “…It’s been a while since they left… Longer since we saw those back where we started.” Madre chuckled faintly behind her mask, her fingertips ever so gently gracing the plating of Bloodhound’s jaw to direct his eyes to her, “Your Ox and Rhino are there, I am quite sure. All has been restored… Tell me, my dear… Have you any greater bond with those whom you have no name for than myself and those who reside her?” Her tender hands caressed his now relaxing muscles, finger tips twirling in the thick hair of his chest. The man pondered a moment, his own protest having mostly become formality at this point in the first place, now further pushed aside with words he found almost instinctually logical; he nodded, his buxom lover sighing in satisfaction at his compliance.

Bird gasped gently, her breath faltering with her body’s trembles at Furore’s tender massage against her reddened mound. The two young women teased and tempted one another with a new found sensuality, their former hostilities all but forgotten, the cause entirely lost in the brunette’s mind; all that mattered now was bliss, and the passion her new family shared with her. Clasping black hair firmly in hand, Bird tugged the slender figure of her lady lover into a heated kiss, the wild girl’s lips returning every ounce of desire in complete obedience to Bird’s dominance. Furore’s fingers parted the petite brunette’s swollen vulva, a single digit slipping along the pink lips of the interior before teasing the clitoris, her mouth sucking in her lover’s gasps without breaking the kiss. A pair of perky breasts pressed against their owner’s rib cage as a wild girl’s own applied pressure, the smooth surface of their flat stomachs fitting together with perfect unity. Soon two fingers dove deep into Bird’s womanhood as two others massaged the exterior mound, the brunette’s own hands exploring the tight curvature of Furore’s ass and giving it a swift smack. The smell of sex filled the air as Bird lost herself in the raven haired girl’s allure, her mind absorbed by the utter bliss she experienced now and had experienced since her arrival; a place once so imposing had now become a place she never wished to live. In all of her memories the brunette who had once been so timid had never experienced wonders like this, her body had never felt so good, and her desires had never been so fulfilled.

“S-so Big Guy, uh… this might sound kinda strange b-but… do you remember your name?” The frail man’s stammering voice irritated Ox on an almost subconscious level, “Ain’t nobody been able to that I’ve talked to.” The coward paused for a moment at the large man’s almost dismissive tone, but the silence had been getting to him, “So then… uh… if we’re gonna travel t-together shouldn’t we-…” “Name’s Ox.” This time the dismissal was unmistakable, his tone tone abrupt and almost forceful; some time passed beyond that moment, the two of them walking without a sound, and finally it became too much, “…W-what should we call m-…” Ox stopped, his glare over his shoulder apparent even though his eyes could not be seen, “How ’bout nothin’? You need to talk to someone you can whisper to yourself… don’t give a shit what name you use to do it.” The frail man gritted his teeth, the scorn now an all too familiar sensation from his past that he could not fully recall; “The hell’s your problem with me!? I kill your mom or som-…” The dark man turned, his broad frame towering over his follower so high it eclipsed him in shadow, “My problem with you? You’re the fuckin’ problem with me!” He began to take heavy steps closer, making the smaller man nervous and steadily backing him down; “First thing you did when we got here was start causin’ problems for people and you ain’t stopped once!” Ox was now looming downward, his masked face inches from his target’s as he puffed hot breath into the frail and now cowering man’s face. Shaking, his scrawny knees buckling and causing him to collapse to the grass, the berated man looked away from Ox in a display of fear and shame at his words; it was unclear if Ox noticed or cared about this, turning his back and beginning to walk away once more without a word further.

“…Not like I asked for this, O-Ox…” His voice shook with a deep tremble, his eyes only now glancing towards the man on his way to abandon him, “…You’ve never been scared, then?” At that, Ox’s movement halted, his mask turning back only slightly as a sign of vague acknowledgement rather than full attention; a heavy voice had lowered its intensity, now carrying a sense of pity, “Who here you think isn’t scared?” At these words the frail man perked up ever so slightly, rose to his feet, and began to make his way closer to Ox, “…W-what do you… Y-you mean you?” A gruff sigh escaped the towering man’s mask, his tone raising in intensity a single degree, “Everyone was scared, you ain’t the only one. You were the only one who had to make it worse for people.” Shame overtook him at the sudden realization of his former actions towards the group, his eyes staring at the ground as they began to walk, “…I’m n-not great at controlling myself w-when I get scared… Didn’t really mean to be a-…..” Ox’s dismissal rose to attention once again, only this time with a great deal less obvious contempt; “Forget it.”

Silence fell upon the pair as they made their way through the woods, and soon a familiar glow crept into view in the distance; “Finally!” The frail man was thrilled, his stammer exchanged for a short lived relief before Ox stopped his momentarily hastened pace, “Chill. Pretty sure this is it, ain’t completely though.” “W-what do you mean you’re not… Look at it! What else cou-…” Ox, now in an increased state of dominance, boomed over him; “I said chill. That pile we fell in ain’t the only one out there, just came from another one before I found you.” “W-… what!? Another one…? Were there… people?” Ox’s silence spawned a faint chill down the pale man’s spine, as though nothing that could follow could possibly be something he would want to hear. “Like us. Masks, big pile… but they ain’t really like us. Bad vibes.” The two of them continued onward, the smaller of the two staying almost awkwardly close to the larger at the fearful thoughts running through him that they were indeed not alone in this place after all. The illumination of the heap grew ever brighter at their advance, and almost as quickly as the familiar sight of those they had left behind came into view a far more dreaded sensation took control; there they stood, at the base of their own heap, both unable to look away.

Pools of blood soaked the grass at the base of the heap, their dark crimson engulfing three slaughtered bodies stained in their own carnage. Silence hung in the air, the repugnant scent of death burning the pair’s nostrils as they looked upon the remains of those they had left behind; panic immediately took the frail one, “W-we’re… really going to die out here…! I fucking knew it, man!” “Calm the fuck down!” Though his tone was fierce, Ox kept his voice quiet; the scrawny man did not, “…How!? How the fuck am I suppose t-to calm down? Do you see that over there!?” His hand shook uncontrollably as he pointed at the corpses of two elders, the man and woman from before sprawled across the grass, and just above them half consumed by the heap was the young girl who played upon it. “Yeah I see it… that’s why we gotta calm down! We don’t know who or what did this or where they are. You wanna just announce us!?” The frail man paused in a state of shock at Ox’s words, the possibility of the killer lurking nearby surging him with terror and casting him to silence, now horrified to make even the slightest sound. Ox moved towards the bodies, kneeling to examine each one carefully, his touch only brief and only when he felt necessary; he motioned for his partner to come over, but the coward refused, shaking his head in frantic reluctance. Nostrils flared, his muscles tensing with aggression to relieve it from his voice so that he could maintain a near whisper, “Get your ass over here!” Taking a deep breath with an audible gulp, his body shivering, the frail man cautiously made his way over, keeping a careful distance between him and Ox. “See this?” Ox gestured towards the old man’s body, then to the old woman; he specifically pointed out their wounds; the smaller man gasped, trying to maintain a whisper, “…T-they look like something chewed them up…! What could have-…..” He was immediately cut off, “Ain’t teeth marks, asshole… Stabs. A person did this.” As if on cue, the moment Ox finished speaking the dust much higher up the pile began to shift and slide, revealing the form of a man; he was covered in burn scars, and he carried a makeshift spear.

Blood spattered her face in a vile display as she struck the dying girl’s face again and again, the crimson soaked chain clattering the hard floor with each blow and filling the other girls averting their eyes with terror each time they heard it; her dark skin now bathed in red, the chamber girl rose to her feet over her victim, her eyes staring down with contempt. “…Should have done something about it…” Heavy chain links clanged as they fell to the floor of the dungeon in a heap, a sound which told the others their assault was at an end for now. The ebony haired girl turned to face the few cowering figures in the dark corner of the opposing wall, their eyes widening as they gained her attention, some of them letting out distinct gasps and shrieks. The dark girl scoffed, “You fear me…? You fear me but not them!?” She marched in the direction of one of the girls free of a chain, her target’s body shivering and beginning to shift in an attempt to flee, “Sit!” Dominance shook the chamber, the blood splattered woman glaring down at the pathetic sight before her; she spit directly into the girl’s face, causing her to yelp and avert her eyes, “You don’t even have the excuse of being chained up anymore… The hell is wrong with you!?” A forceful shove of the chamber girl’s foot kicked the slave back to the floor, her fists clenching in anger, disgusted the more she looked at the cowardice at her feet. “Want to end up like her…?” Her voice had taken a sinister tone as her eyes narrowed, fully aware there was no room to think she was not serious as she motioned back towards the lightly twitching newly dead behind her, to which her prey immediately shook her head frantically in deep sobs; “Then, sweetie… I believe it’ll be your turn to act next.” Without a word, her only sound a muffled whimper, the berated woman nodded in understanding.

Some time passed before the wall gave way, the all too familiar crumbling of dust that she had hated so greatly now a sound she longed for; the chamber girl smirked to herself as she remained in the darkness of her chosen corner, waiting patiently. The woman the dark girl had chosen remained in position kneeling over the ragged body, her hands covered in blood as she shook the dead slave’s corpse and cried in a convincing charade for the large man approaching. Seeing such a brutal sight the newly arrived ogre of a man immediately charged forward, throwing the woman to the side to look over the remains of the other; it almost appeared as though he was hurt by what he saw, holding the limp body in his hands as he gazed upon her in apparent longing. Placing the lifeless girl against the floor, the man rose to his feet and turned his attention to the only thing he could think to blame and began to advance. The blood covered woman averted her eyes to the ivory below, her expression vacant and expectant of what she had grown so accustomed to as her slaver closed in. A large hand gripped the girl’s hair, jerking on it to force her to look upon his mask, but at that very moment the victimized slave lashed outward with the nearby bloodied chain, striking the man heftily across the side of his head and causing him to stumble ever so slightly.

Like a thick obsidian shards from the edge of the brute’s mask clattered to the ground at his feet from where the chain had struck, and as he turned his attention back towards his attacker the vague outline of an absent face was revealed from beneath the broken cover. The hollowed pit of an eyeless socket, the blank hump of what could have been a nose, and the collapsed imprint of a sealed mouth gazed upon her and sent a chill down her spine, the girl quickly recoiling from the man she had assault as he began his approach once more. Taking firm grip of the woman’s weaponized chain the faceless man violently tore it from her grasp. She turned to flee, desperately attempting to crawl away in vain as the slave woman felt a mighty foot stomp down upon her leg with such savage force she could feel the bone snap, causing her to cry out and freeze in place. Deformity pressed down upon the woman as she winced in agony at her wounded leg, the man’s bulbous form overtaking her she could feel the sticky edges of chain links bind around her throat and begin to tighten. Gasping desperately for whatever air she could the slave continually resisted, but it was futile; using his free hand to position her and grip her hip, his other hand tugging on the chain as it choked his prey, he proceeded to press the tip of his massive cock to her exposed ass.

Practically unnoticed by the slaver, the ebony haired woman grinned as she watched her pawn struggling to free herself. This had been what she wanted to see, these pitiful creatures fighting and clawing for their lives, their very freedom even if it meant a gruesome fate. As the bulging girth of his penis forced its way inside the desperate victim’s ass, the dark skinned girl could steadily feel her lower body kindling an inner flame, and moisture made its way from her womanhood. Provided death had not taken them, their bodies would recover over night from even the most savage injuries in this accursed place in perfect form, and so with each violent thrust into the sobbing woman’s body it was as if it were her first experience; blood dripped from the sodomized girl’s tight entrance and thinly coated the advancing cock’s vile flesh. The chamber girl watched as her pawn was viciously fucked, her body used like a piece of meat, and for the first time she truly saw the enslaved woman fighting back. Throbbing girth continuously penetrated between raw cheeks, their tearing flesh constricted and strained to their very limit, blood the only poor excuse for a lubricant to be found; the dark skinned girl could not help but begin to quietly touch herself at such a sight. Sobs filled the chamber, endlessly echoing to the furthest reaches of the dungeon over the loud slapping of raped flesh upon a woman who had all but entirely given up. Making a final attempt to break free of her master’s grasp the violated girl lunged forth.

The thundering crack of bone ended the victim’s cries in an instant, her assailant’s brawny hand forcefully resting against the back of her head as the now shattered remains of her face laid open in a pool of its own gore. Biting her lip in an attempt to silence herself as she watched her pawn’s brutal death the dark girl’s back arched, her fingers rapidly slipping in and out of her pussy as its heat overflowed and she began to climax. The killer continued to thrust his wide lower body against the corpse of his victim, his pulsing meat driving its full length deep inside a dying ass as urine poured over his balls each time they smacked against the unused entrance beneath. Soon a thick torrent of yellow fluid emptied into the girl’s remains, gushing out as the brute withdrew his continuously dripping length. The chamber girl’s eyelids strained against their natural instinct to close from the intensity of her orgasm, trying to miss as few details as she could until the man had entirely finished with her pawn. Placing her sweetened fingers between her lips, the ebony haired girl lustfully sucked them clean of her nectar, and remained in silence as she watched the slaver take his leave.

It happened so fast they hardly noticed it, the lanky figure lunging from on high in their direction at the base of the heap. Thick sanguine flowed down Ox’s lower back from which a sharpened branch now jutted, its shaft still held firm by the strange man plunging it into his target’s side. Wincing, his vision immediately a blur, Ox could feel his adrenaline begin to take over, driving him to violently grasp his attacker and force him back. Ripping his spear from the wound the burned man whipped it across the grass to spray blood clean from its exterior before shifting position and immediately lunging forward once more; this time Ox caught it, and with one hand on the weapon and the other on the carrier’s slender arm he forced the murderer to the ground and shouted in a booming voice towards his partner, “Get the fuck out of here!” Trembling wildly, his eyes filled with terror as he watched the two men grapple one another only feet away, the cowardly man was completely frozen in place. Furiously Ox’s powerful arms did all they could to keep the unnaturally strong man subdued, but it was not to last; curling beneath the towering man in a bizarre contortion of his form, the man covered in burns pressed his plated feet against Ox’s chest and effortlessly launched him onto his back. Like an animal the attacker leapt upon his nearly defeated foe, the dark man beneath him grunting at the force. Ox could see that the frail man with him had yet to leave, and as his opponent raised his spear overhead, its jagged point focusing intently upon his chest, he released one final command; “You wanted a name…? Then earn it, Jackrabbit! Run, now!” Jackrabbit’s mind reeled at the sound of his new name, and it was that very acceptance that broke the hold his nerves had upon him and allowed him to turn and flee. The sounds of struggling gradually faded behind him as his long legs sprinted him through the darkness, and soon he was completely out of sight.

The sharp burn of splintering wood tore into Ox’s shoulder as he just barely managed to shift the spear’s thrust away from his heart, and doing his best to ignore the anguish which flowed through him he gripped the deceptively sturdy weapon in each hand. With all of his might Ox clenched the spear and twisted his body to the side, throwing the burned man against the ground and forcing the wood from his shoulder. Struggling to his feet, the bleeding titan charged upon his enemy, his every muscle on fire with intense adrenaline. He had truly given it his all, and though it had not been enough to put this rabid dog down for good it assuredly had allowed at least one of his companions to escape with his life; Ox accepted this as he felt the branch once against penetrate his body, and in a final act of pure rage he took hold of the spear once more with each hand and snapped it in two. With a hefty thud the mighty figure collapsed to the grass, gasping at the intensity of his wounds and glaring upon the newly disarmed killer who loomed just over his feet with an eerily hunched posture. A sinister voice, raspy and cold, escaped from beneath the mask of the burned man as he looked onward towards the darkness of the trees, “…Always liked when they run…” Tearing the pointed half of the broken spear from his adversary’s waning form, the lanky man bolted off in the direction he last saw Jackrabbit, and the world grew dark for Ox.

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I have heavily changed things since I published my stencil. I heard you wanted more Ashley so I have tried to include her in the story more, Further note I did not have the Gene relationship for it would cause more drama than I wanted. So here it is this is about 3000 words a bit shorter than any other But I will make Part 10 Longer

The voice of Izzy still rang in my head of her saying that Gene and Tiffany were at the house. My mind got distracted at looking at Riley’s ass bobbing up and down and shifting side to side while she was pedaling that I lost all control of the bike nearly crashing into a lamppost on the right side of me.

“Come on Max, I don’t have all day.” She said with a snigger on her face as she pulled over for a drink of water. “You were staring at my ass again weren’t you?” she said with a surprisingly calm tone. I just nodded slowly. “So this Gene… do you like her?”
“She is just a friend” I replied, reaching for my bottle of water, “I have no reason to be attracted to her.” I lied but I couldn’t tell Riley that for I know how she would react. “We better be going Riley don’t want to be late. Being late was the least of my worries at this point.

We arrived home sooner than I expected (or hoped for that matter.) I walked through the door and into the kitchen where I was greeted with a hug and cheeky kiss from Gene much too much dislike of my sisters and the stares I got especially from Izzy, but I decided to ignore her and not pay any attention to Riley but I noticed and empty seat next to Tiffany who had been wearing a very lovely red V-neck and long-ish black skirt. “Mum where is Ashley?” I asked with hesitation to what the reaction would be from Riley and Izzy would be, but there was none.
“She is in her room, be a dear and go get her.” That message triggered something in Izzy as she stood up and dragged me by my hand out the kitchen. “Just need to tell Max something mother.” She said politely with a huge smile. Her facial expression darkened as she turned to face me. “Max you even get a blow-job off Ashley and I’ll tell everyone one about you and that woman in there, got it?”
I could see the old Izzy rising to the surface, I knew she would hold that story against me. As she let go off my arm I headed upstairs and along to Ashley’s bedroom, I reached for the handle when I heard some sobbing coming from through the door. “Ashley dinner is ready,” I said in a clear voice.
I turned round and heard the door handle moving and the door swung open. I felt a hand grab the collar of my shirt which then proceeded to pull me into her room, Ashley tripped me over with her foot causing me to fall back with my eyes staring at her ceiling this view was then covered up by her breasts which seemed to cover my entire view in the black sports bra she was wearing. “Ashley get off of me…NOW!” my voice was muffled but she heard me and got off of me. “What do you think you’re doing?” I replied with rage in my voice. I felt that way the night she used me. I wanted to hit her but I would not stoop so low, I raised my arm as if to slap her but I controlled my anger and headed for the door.
“Dinner is ready.” I whispered as the door shut behind me. I made my way downstairs and staggered into the kitchen, I looked from Izzy to Riley then Gene to her mother Tiffany. I took my seat next to Izzy and across the table from Gene their eyes in deadlock with each-other.
My mother sat the dinner plate in front of me, my ears picked up the sound of footsteps waling downstairs, and it was Ashley. She sat directly opposite me my stomach started to churn. I pushed my plate away in disgust. “I’m not hungry.” I stated, as I stood up and made my way to my bedroom, I felt a soft object touch my hand and turned around to notice it was Ashley, “Don’t leave because of me.” She said with a tear in her eye. I took my hand away from hers, “I’m going to bed.”

That night was the worst sleep ever, the nightmares I kept having about Izzy telling everyone about me and Tiffany or the fight that always ensued between Riley and Ashley over me, not to mention the impact I left as I stormed away from the kitchen but what really annoyed me was that Ashley thought I would have sex with her after all she put me through but the images of her body got me a little flustered, I mean she was a sexy woman but I just couldn’t, could I?

The next day wasn’t so bad I was awakened with a breakfast in bed with a note that read,
“Sorry for last night,
Love Ash.”

My mind was wondering, how did she get in?….. Without me knowing. I left the breakfast on my bed and headed downstairs and noticed that Gene was sleeping on the couch and Mum was washing the dishes. I walked into the kitchen and hugged my mother saying I was sorry for last night, and why was Gene sleeping on our couch. “Her mom was called to hospital for her Dad’s had a heart attack and she didn’t want Gene to worry so she asked If she could sleep here for a few days.” She replied.

I walked out of the kitchen to see Gene but was confronted by Izzy who decided to push me back, (the first time she had physically confronted me in a while) “What happened with you last night and most importantly why is that WHORE in our living room.” Not even trying to keep her voice down.
I just barged past her not intimidated by her comment, I sat next to Gene who was still sleeping at this point. I brushed her hair past her ears she was cold as a statue, I decided to go and fetch her a pillow and blanket from my room, and upon entering my room there she was Riley lying on my bed with my blankets wrapped around her waist with her breasts exposed

“I don’t have time for this Riley,” I said in hesitation
“I wasn’t asking” she replied seductively. She removed the blankets to show little white panties that were soaked already. She wandered over to me and stuck her hand down my boxers and grabbed my dick which was already hard. “Max I need it,” she squeezed it harder, as I grabbed her by the shoulders and brought her up to my level. I was lost in her eyes they were so beautiful but I had to break the trance or I would be overcome by my sexual feelings. “I want you too,” I replied, “I want to but I just can’t.” Riley looked at me puzzled but decided to wrap herself up and leave but I was left with a MASSIVE hard-on which I really had to get rid of.

I quickly grabbed the blankets and pillow and rushed downstairs and into the living-room, I handed them to her one at a time, trying to conceal my hard-on. I anxiously ran back upstairs.

Meanwhile, Izzy walked down and into the living room glaring at Gene the whole time until she sat down, “This little whore better be out of here soon.” She whispered as she turned on the T.v. Ashley then entered the living-room with a piece of burnt toast which looked absolute awful but then again Ashley was never no gourmet chef, “What’s wrong Ashley, Max not willing to sleep with your cheating ass.” She said with a cheeky grin. “I…i..i.” she ran out the room before she could finish her sentence. The way Izzy face fell when her mum entered the room could have broken a mirror. “Why do you treat your sister like that Isabella!” she shouted with sternness and a cold heart, “Isn’t it bad enough you treat Max like that, now Ashley.”

While this was going on Gene awakened from her slumber, only to see the mother and daughter argument. “I leave you alone if you want?” she asked, “I need to take this blanket and pillow up to Max.” With a pleasant smile on her face and an evil glare on Izzy’s she headed to Max’s room. She reached for the door handle and opened the door a crack the room was bare and Max was nowhere in-sight , Gene dropped the pillow and blanket on Max’s bed and left the room. Max was instead in the shower playing with himself too much that he shot is load on the shower curtain which made his legs buckle as he sank to the floor and a small grin came over his face. Before getting out Max had washed the shower curtain clean off his cum and walked out. He changed into a fresh pair of boxers and an old T-shirt that belonged to his dad, Max had never wore this shirt for a while he always felt it was his last connection to his father, his door swung open and no surprise it was Izzy in black skin-tight jeans and a black fishnet shirt which revealed her bra which held her perfect tits in place. “You want me to sleep with you tonight Max?” she asked. “I heard you last night you sounded very frightened,” she stated which at this moment in time I could use a nice sleep on her tits.

I awoke the next day muzzled in between Izzy’s breasts they were so comfortable like marshmallows or like silk coated clouds which was just heavenly. Izzy awoke when I took my head out of her breasts, “Now Max I want something in return and I want it now.” She said licking her lips as she removed my shirt and dug her hands down into my boxers and squeezed. “Izzy please don’t be as rough as last time and no fingers in my ass either.” She looked puzzled, “Did you not enjoy that?” she asked, my reply was a stare into her eyes and simply shaking my head.

Izzy started to to fondle around with my cock until she almost ripped my boxers trying to get it out, I reached up and stole a few kisses from her while my left hand got to work on her left breast, I slapped her breasts multiple time before moving my hands down to her pussy and removed her panties while she was lying on me. I started to tease her by sucking and occasionally biting on her nipples which shot her into overdrive I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers a few times and thought she was going to cum, “Did I say you could cum!”… I slapped her across the face and quickly squeezed her left nipple and slapped her a few more time. “Max I need to cum please,”…… “Not yet.” I replied with another slap to her face, I started moving my fingers much more rapidly in and out her throbbing pussy before she let out a huge scream. I felt the cum trickle down my fingers and brought them up to my nose and smelt it before I licked it off my fingers. “You like the taste of my cum Max?” “I love it!”

I went in for a kiss but she held me back, “Now I’m going to taste you in here,” as she pointed to her mouth and here as she turned round and put her tight ass hole in my face and pointed to it’s opening. “Massage my ass with your tongue Max as she pressed her ass right up to my face. I licked around her ass hole several times as she continued to suck my cock and occasionally I would force her to gag on it. She then got off me and sat at the edge of the bed ready to be anally fucked.
She forced my cock into her ass and started to let out little groans and moans, I could hear her taking longer breaths and was enjoying what she was being given after all she did love a good bit of anal. I grabbed her by the ass and started moving her up and down my shaft until I told the bitch to go into the doggy-style position. I lined up my cock and started teasing her by only putting my head in a few times. “Hurry up Max I want your cum now!”

That’s all I need I grabbed her by the hips and pounded my whole cock into her at once. I felt her whole body tingle and buckle as I kept pounding her ass getting faster and faster each time. She was taking heavy pants and her pussy was dripping on to my bed sheets. I stopped a few times to slap her ass and when she tried to turn round I would stop fucking her almost teasing her as you wish.
“Max I need to cum now.”
“You haven’t earned it yet,” I smiled as she playfully scowled
“Fuck me like I’m meat Max!” she yelled
I grabbed hold of her boobs that were dangling down from her body and squeezed them as hard as I could she let out a very loud scream which I had to mute by kissing her inserting my tongue straight into her which danced all around her mouth and danced with her tongue. I felt my balls tingling as I was about to cum, I quickly pulled out and demanded the Izzy come and clean my cock for my as she was already finished with her orgasm. I grabbed her by the hair and plummeting my cock deep inside her throat and released ropes and ropes of cum inside her mouth which even Izzy had a problem swallowing. As she gathered her clothes to leave the room I gave her ass a hard squeeze which then was greeted with a cheeky smile and a wink.

Throughout the day I sat in the living room talking to Gene about the terrible films we had got and that how bad they were. Until it came to this comedy which was quite funny in my opinion and Gene thought it was a blast to.
Later on, we called in for food because neither me nor mum felt like cooking that night, I was still buzzing about the sex I had with Izzy earlier. It felt amazing just her gagging on my cock gave me sense of power and control which I never really got when I was with Riley or Ashley. Izzy was probably my favorite out of the three just because I had so much power over her and she let me do anything to her which was magical but then again Ashley does have the better ass…..Wait hold on why am I thinking of Ashley she used me and worse lied to me as well. I would forgive her but It’s hard to after being used like that. (she did take my virginity after all) But something about Ashley always brought her back into my head, was it her beautiful skin, her amazing ass or just the simple fact that she was my first. The pizza arrived 20 minutes later and we all shared a big slice but even though she had stayed with us Gene seemed uneasy I don’t know what it was but she didn’t look ‘normal’.

I decided to go to bed a little later that night even though I had school in the morning which to be honest felt like its own nightmare that was until I heard a knock on my door and it was Gene that opened it.
“Can I sleep with you tonight?” she asked nervously

“Sure” I replied, This was all I needed Gene sleeping next to me in my bed. What happens if I get a hard-on and she feels it? With this I decided to roll over as she climbed into my bed.
“Max?”
“Yeah,” With my eyes still closed.
“Can I take my clothes off and sleep in my bra?”

“Yeah sure,” My eyes opened to what I just agreed to.

That night had went a bit smoother after that, even though she slept in a bra and her panties nothing sexually came off it. Which I was quite glad at but my cock thought different. I actually got a great sleep for once in a long time probably just from the comfort of Gene being near me. My alarm clock woke me also with the sound of Riley and Izzy shouting for me to get up.

After I got ready all I had to do was get my bag ready for school but there was one thing missing my sketch book was not there perhaps Gene had took it and of course I was right she was sitting in the kitchen flicking through it noticing the times I had drawn Izzy almost nude. “I need to go to school can I have that.” motioning for the sketchbook

After that Izzy dropped me off at school and as usual, I made out with her in the car as usual. The time did go quick in school, I knew by the way everyone was looking at me I reeked of sex and I knew it to. The day went quick at school and soon it was time for me to sketch Gene again but when I arrived at Mr. Edwards class she wasn’t there, ‘had my sisters done something to her’ I pondered before receiving at tap on the back from Mr.Edwards

“Max, where have you been in the last few days.” He asked

“It has been the weekend.” I replied

“Oh yeah, Max your free to go today.”

I arrived home earlier as I rushed to see what happened to Gene and that’s when I saw a sight that I should never of seen Riley and Gene making out on the couch.

“What’s happening here then?” I said curiously.

They both stopped snogging each other and turned around in astonishment, Riley’s face hit the floor and seen I was too angry for to try and reason with me

“Max, I’m so sorry,” Gene panted after the heavy snogging.

“Forget it.” I said with anger as I marched upstairs Gene trying to grab my arm to bring me back down but I pulled away from her and headed for my room.

I dropped all my stuff and headed in for a shower to wash the smell of sex of me. I hanged my head with one hand against the wall and looked down at the ground. My mind wondering still with that image of Gene getting snogged by Riley kind of turned me on with all this thinking I failed to realize that someone had opened and closed it without me knowing. I turned round to see someone pulling back the curtain and I recognized those hips from anywhere and it was Ashley who wondered into the shower and gave me a small kiss on my cheek….

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I will try to keep adding to this

Barbara Gordon ( Batgirl) awoke from a restless sleep, in a strange room she didn’t recognize. She stared at the strange ceiling above her. The cieling appeared to have vents in it , but a bright light was shining in so she couldn’t see what was above her. The next thing she noticed was what she was lacking… her clothes… and her red wig. After coming to grips with her nakedness, she realized she was on a stainless steal table with what appeared to be a giant ruler beside it. She didn’t know what to make of it.

Her memory of the past night was still clouded. As her alter-ego Batgirl, she remembered trying to enter a supposedly closed lab building to look for several missing women. One of her sources had told that a group of scientists was doing experiments on live people there. All that she could remember was a bright light……..

….Suddenly, she felt the room starting vibrate as what sounded like giant steps approached her “room”. In an instant, the “ceiling” opened up, and to her shock, the giant face of a man peered in .

Barbara put one arm over her breasts and one over sex and walked backwards to the corner of her room. “Who are you and what have you done to me ?” The man replied, “all that you need to know is that I’m a scientist, and what we’ve done to you, well, that should be obvious”.
He added, “I guess you can call me “C” if you want too”

Barbara was in shock. The man spoke again, “Ms. Gordon, I mean Batgirl, covering up is not necessary, I’m the one who shrunk you down and brought you here and I’ve already seen you in your present state of undress.” It will make things easier for everyone if just lye back on the table so I can finish my examination.”

Realizing that she didn’t have much of choice in her present state, Barbara stood up and began to walk back to the table….

..As Barbara walked to towards that table, “C”, could not help admiring her perfect athletically built body. Before her sudden reduction in stature, Barbara was 5’4″, and had amazing, firm breasts. “C” guessed that they were probably in the 34c range when she was her former self. As she got closer to the table,”C’ stared further down her body, at her swaying hips and the small patch of black hair just above her sex.

Barbara paused at the table. “Ms. Gordon, please lye on your back,” C stated. Barbara complied. “C’ checked her vital signs and again checked her hieght again. “In case you’re wondering Ms Gordon, your present hieght is just under 8 inches. You make a fine, and may I say, sexy doll”, “C” added.

Barbara sat up on the table annoyed. “I’m not a doll, I’m a living person!” C replied, “oh you are very much alive, but for all intensive purposes, you are a doll… or maybe “pet’ would be a better word.” Barbara became more angered by “C” statements, but before she could speak, he told to get off the table and stand up. Realizing that resistance was futile at this point, she stood up……

… Once she was standing, Barbara was instructed to stand in the middle her “room” and put her arms by her side. ” C’ took a finger and gentlly ran it from the top of her head, down the front of her body and stopping at her feet. As he passed over her breasts, Barbara shuddered and her nipples immediately became erect. Barbara could also feel her pussy becoming wet and tingley. As much as she was hating it, she was becoming incredibly arroused.

“C” smiled when he saw Barbara’s response to his touch. “C” then took his finger and began to run it up the back of her legs, over her buttocks, and up her back. While doing this, “C” said to Barbara, “you should know that a side effect of the shrinking process is an increased sex drive. You now have the sex drive of a normal adult woman, but in the body of a doll “. “C” added, “I was pleasantly surprised when I realized you were Barbara Gordon after you shrunk out of your Batgirl suit. Our scouts had picked Ms. Gordon to be one of our “civilain guests, so I guess we got a two for one. This is going to be so much fun”.

” What are you going to do with me “, Barbara demanded. “You’ll know soon enough” said “C”. “But first put this on”, he added. “C put what looked like a several leather belts with metal loops on the floor of Barbara’s room. “The thick one goes around your waist, the two long thin ones go up your back and between your breasts respectfully and connect to the collar. I think you know where the collar goes.

Barbara put the belts on and heard them lock as she attached them. “Now what”, Barbara asked. “Now I’m going to take you to see your friends” said “C”. “What friends….” C cut her off. “Don’t worry, it’s not Batman or the Boy Wonder, our shrinking process doesn’t work on males, we think it’s something to do with chromosomes. But trust me, you’ll like your friends”

“C’ picked Barbara up out of her “room” and began to walk with her, admiring her again as he walked. “I must say Ms. Gordon, I like you much better without that get up on” pointing to her Batgirl suit and wig in the corner of the “giant room”. Barbara didn’t know what to expect, as they left the “giant room”, walked down a hallway and entered a room that looked like a studio apartment. “These are my quarters, and your friends are already here” “C” said. “Oh, I almost forgot” C said as he attached to Barbara’s collar what looked like a leash. “What do I need this for I’m not a dog ” Barbara said as she grabbed the leash”. You’ll know in a sec” said “C”.

As they walked across the room, Barbara’s mouth went wide, both from shock and arousal. On a table across from C’s bed was another “room” for Barbara, but this one was different . The top of the room was covered in screening, it had 3 solid wood walls and a glass wall facing C’s bed. There also appeared to be smaller rooms off of the main room, but it was what was in the main room that sent Barbara’s emotions into overdrive.

Barbara looked down from C’s hand and couldn’t believe what she saw. Standing in the center of the room was a nine inch tall ( slightly bigger than the others) Catwoman dressed in a slinky leather outfit. Leashed to a pole in the corner of the room were an 8 inch tall Wonderwoman, a slightly smaller Wondergirl ( her teen sidekick), and an equally sized Supergirl. All three were “dressed” the same as Barbara.

As he lowered Barbara into her new home, C announced, “ladies, here is another guest, her name is Ms. Barbara Gordon….. I mean Batgirl. I hope you show her a good time”. As Barbara’s feet hit the floor, Catwoman, grabbed Barbara by her leash. Noticing the expreesion of shock on Barbara’s face…. and Barbara’s fully erect nipples, Catwoman uttered, “this is going to be peerrrrr-fect !….. As Catwoman was enjoying the moment, C began to disrobe….

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“You are awesome, fucking awesome,” one of the older women whispered as she leaned down to lightly tongue kiss me while I had Peta’s ass cheeks in my hands, helping her slide up and down my erection with sixty women watching on. See my story AN AUDIENCE OF SIXTY WOMEN.

“Those two young girls are my cousins. Have you ever had two girls that age? Fantasize about it while Peta is fucking you. When can the three of us have you?”

Exactly one week later the older woman, Libby, has invited me to her lavish condo along with her two twenty-two year old cousins.

I am Michael, in my late twenties, 72 inches tall, 168 pounds, a toned, fit body and genetically lucky to possess a large, thick cock, ten-inches when erect. I live in Sydney, Australia and moonlight as a gigolo or male escort.

“I am determined to outdo that bitch, that so called friend of mine Peta, today. I couldn’t keep my eyes off you and your ten-inch erection. The girls and I are still turned on from watching her fucking you last week. The girls are exactly half my age,” Libby reminds me as I take in my new surrounds.

All of them are dressed similarly, heels in well above the knee, black dresses, what they would wear to a cocktail party. Their tanned thighs look wonderful, on all three of them.

“Would you like the girls to undress you while I watch?,” Libby asked as the girls did so without waiting for my answer.

“Oh wow, your flaccid cock is bigger that our boyfriends erections. And so thick. Both of us really enjoyed watching Peta fucking you last week.”

“I would have loved to show you my naked body while you were fucking that bitch Peta. The girls tell me my body is much better than hers,” Libby smiles as the girls take her cue and unzip the back of her dress and help her step out of it as it slides to her ankles.

“Do you think my almost naked body is better than my bitch girl friend’s you fucked last week?,” she teases as she struts around the room. “The girls helped me *********** this sexy, lacy, black lingerie just for you,” she smiles as I take in her almost naked, size-12 plus, body. “And I helped the girls *********** some for you. It was very exciting for all of us.”

Her trimmed jet black pubic hair, Mohawk style, framed my her crotch-less, high-waisted thong has my full attention while the girls watch on. Wonderful legs, magnificent, firm, dimple free ass, I can’t wait to lick her thighs as I take in her D-cup tits framed by her cup-less bra.

“Would you like to watch me undress the girls for you? All three of us became lovers when the girls turned twenty-one. They have learnt a lot from me, and me from them. They were lovers long before then,” Libby smiles as she stands behind Toni and kisses her neck as she undoes her dress and it drops to her ankles. Her size-ten body looks wonderful in her skimpy black, lacy lingerie. Then Libby did the same to Desi.

“Finish undressing each other girls, a turn on for Roger and I. Knickers first, now your bras. Do you like the way I shave the girls? Their nipples are very sensitive to my touch, very,” Libby tells us she licks four nipples and they become erect.

“I want the girls to help me get you to a full, thick, ten-erection before they watch me fuck you. I explained to the girls most of the top porn stars have a teaser to arouse them,” Libby tells me full of confidence as the girls take an ice cube each from a large bowl.

“I want to watch the girls tease your nipples with an ice cube, one each, then lick your wet nipples while I do the same to the girls,” Libby murmurs as the girls slide an ice cube over her nipples, one each, before they lick and suck them.

“Now I want to watch the girls tease the underside of your cock, then your balls with an ice cube, one each. You like that don’t you. Magnificent, fucking magnificent the way your erection is poking out a right angles to your body. “Do you like the girls icy fingers teasing it?

“Now I want you to put some ice in your mouth and lick my thighs, then my cunt while the girls watch. “That is so good, hot and cold, so fucking good, I love it, wonderful foreplay.” Libby moans as the girls are rubbing an ice cube over her large, erect nipples, then licking and sucking them.

“Both of the girls have wanted to watch me fuck you all week long,” Libby tells me as she lays sideways on her bed. “The girls want you to fuck me from behind so they can kiss me and lick my nipples while you are fucking me.

“Stand behind him girls, then you can watch him feeding his thick, ten-inch erection into me,” Libby tells the girls in an agitated whisper as I slide my full length into her, then build up a slow rhythm.

A huge extra buzz for me, fucking Libby, her ass cheeks in my hands as two young girls, Desi licks and sucks her nipples while Toni is kissing Libby with the tip of her tongue. “Is he a good fuck?,” the girls ask as they reverse positions and watch me repeatedly slide and almost withdraw the full length of my erection into her.

“Is he a good fuck?,” the girls ask again as I slap against Libby’s ass, slowly increasing my intensity.

“Fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt, harder, a ten-inch fuck, I love it,” her only response as I feel her orgasm. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, fuck me harder,” she is moaning as she orgasms again, then again.

I can’t hold out much longer as Libby asks, “Swallow or my hand?”

“Use your hand Libby,” the girls tell her as one. “That is awesome, fucking awesome,” Toni whispers as she watches Libby expertly using a hand to stroke my erection, then two hands.

I love the two girls watching in awe as Libby has me so close. She is edging me as she stops and restarts. “Am I better than that bitch Peta we watched you fuck last week? Am I? Do you like the girls watching me stroking your ten-inch erection. Do you like watching girls?”

“Yes, the girls and I answered as one as I hit the back of Libby’s throat.

After we all showered together, unwound and sat naked on the wooden bench seats in Libby’s lavish bathroom, Libby commenced kissing one of the girls, Desi, while she teased my flaccid cock with a fingertip.

The other girl Toni, stood naked, legs spread, with one foot on on the floor and the other on the bench seat. Always a huge turn on when a women flaunts her sex like that – and a come on for me. “I have never been tongue fucked my a man with a thick, ten-inch erection. And I have never given a blow job to a man your size.”

“Is this what you wanted?,” I tease as I wrap my arms around her thighs and flick my tongue along her cunt lips.

“That is so good, so fucking good, an older man with a huge cock, tongue fucking me while two of my lovers watch. “I love a finger in me while being tongue fucked. And I love Libby and Desi alternating sucking my nipples and kissing me.

“And I love being teased and edged like that, just like that, like that, so good, so fucking good,” she moaned as I hug my fingertips into her ass cheeks.

Minutes later, Desi and I are sitting side-by-side on the bench seat. Libby is kneeling between Desi’s thighs, licking her cunt lips while sliding a finger into her. “Did I make you jealous baby, fucking a hung man? You did like watching though, didn’t you? And I loved you watching. So did your cousin Toni. Look at her now, she is enjoying sucking Roger’s thick, ten-inch erection. So is he.

“I have watched both of you girls give older, hung men a blow job. And you have watched me give a blow job to men much older than you, as well as boys your age. Hold Roger’s hand while I tongue fuck you, it will dissipate the jealousy.

“Or would you like to swap places? I will tongue fuck your cousin Toni while give Roger a blow job. Would that dissipate your jealousy?”

“Yes it would, let’s do it.”

“Are you still jealous baby?,” Libby asked Desi almost an hour later after she excelled herself with a very polished blow job for one so young.

“Are you still jealous baby?,” Libby asked again she was tongue fucking her and had her close to orgasm. “Do you like Roger and Toni watching?”

“What jealousy? Your tongue is magic, fucking magic and your finger. Love it, fucking love it,” Desi moaned as her body trembled as she orgasmed.

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Its a year later, What are Denise, Rocky, Cindy,Sheila , Nina etc up to ?

Denise was at her home with her cuckold husband . She was licking a 21 yr old woman’s cunt & Bill her hubby was filming it .Tiffany a short-haired brunette who attended the local college was enjoying getting her pussy licked by the experienced tongue . Dee who was Rocky’s most experienced sex slave had spent most of the past 6 months making lesbian xxx movies for Rocky’s porn empire. In most of them she was used by a younger Femdom like Tiffany , who unlike Dee was not hypnotized , she was naturally dominant & did porn to pay for her tuition & residence ( her family was not wealthy ) . Licking away at the clit Dee had no inhibitions & was now in her late fifties with years of nasty , taboo filth under her belt . Once Tiffany acheived her orgasm , she followed the script ( written by Rocky to a tee & collared & leashed Dee , put her over her knee and spanked her hard til the married sluts ass was red as an apple . Afterwards she led Denise by her leash & had her crawl like a dog to the bathroom , where Bill filmed the once respectable housewife & mom being pissed on by a much younger dominant lesbian femdom. Covered in piss from head to toe & all over her face, Tiffany & Dee took a water shower together . While the wimp, cuckold Bill mopped the piss off the bathroom floor.

Chapter 1 – ROCKY’S BIRTHDAY

Rocky was having a helluva of a birthday , his mom /sex slave Sheila had come over that morning & now was licking his asshole while his wife Cindy fucked her mother-in-laws cunt doggy-style with a 12inch strapon dildo , Sheila could barely keep it together as she moaned loudly with pleasure . Rocky grabbed Sheila’s head roughly as he began facefucking her without mercy . The woman who had giving him birth was now stuffed with cock . As Cindy added some lube to the equation , she stuffed her mother-in-laws asspipe with the huge rubber phallus . Sheila yelped like a dog with pleasure , the were using her like she was nothing but a fuck toy today . As her moaning continued she knew that today was not for her pleasure , Rocky & Cindy would have to reach orgasmic bliss first , before her real pleasure could begin. As Cindy continued ass fucking her mother-in-law she spanked Sheila’s buttcheeks til they were apple red. . Rocky liked what he was seeing so he motioned for Cindy to position his mom/slut on his giant penis. As Cindy took the big dildo out of Sheila’s orifice for a few seconds , Sheila obediently sat on Rockys giant hard penis & the married couple , started dping mom/mother-in-law. Stuffed like a xxxmas goose ,Sheila was moaning superloud , & screaming “fuck me hard please master , stick your prick up my pussy , please , oooh Mistress fuck my ass” . Rocky was loving it ,Sheila , had developed into quite the nymphomaniac & would drop by his home a few times a week ( without him even asking ) to eat his jism & or get screwed in all her holes . Just thinking of that , Rocky let loose a massive load of his man dessert in Sheila’s pie , as the cum dripped out of his mom’s pussy , Cindy his wife withdrew her strapon dildo out of Sheila’s ass & Rocky shoved her face in Sheila’s cunt & Cindy obediently ate her husbands jizz out of her mother-in-laws pleasure zone.

Chapter 2- The Next Day

Rocky’s mom had left earlier that morning & Cindy was out doing the grocery shopping . So Rocky had told Cindy to call her mom Nina to come over . He was going to use her today . He had Nina wear a slut dog collar, leash ,ballgag, with whore-like spiked heels . All he was doing right now was jerking off all over his wife’s mother’s face. His mother-in-law Nina Rogers was covered in facial jism but was not allowed to speak that’s why she was ballgagged .On her knees Nina watched Rocky wack off to a bukkake movie where a Spanish woman in her 30s by the name of Linda & her mom Carmen who was nearing 60 received continuous cumfacials from 50 guys , the men would rotate from daughter to mom , til both could barely see with all the jizz on their faces . It must of turned Rocky on she thought cuz he already came on her face 3 times . Once all the men were drained of their jism , Linda & Carmen got a big surprise as both mother & daughter received pissfacials from all the 50 men who were now laughing& dinking beer in between their turns . Linda & Carmen look horrified at first but in the end they were resigned to the fact they were nothing but paid human toilets.

Nina counted how many times Master Rocky had cum on her face & it turned out to be 8 , before he led her by her leash doggystyle & took off her ballgag and pissed on her face & down her throat . Rocky had imitated what the guys had done in the xxx movie , Nina smirked.

Chapter 3- Esperanza , its Saturday Night

The tall colombiana amazon had just finished her shift at the local strip joint ,she of course was the best dancer in town. She dropped by Rocky’s & wasnt surprised to see that he was naked in the living room receiving head from his Mom(Sheila ) & Nina ( his mother-in-law ) was licking his ass. Esperanza stripped naked & left her heels as she rubbed her clit as she watched the taboo spectacle. Sheila’s face was now covered in her son’s man cream . So it was obvious that Nina was now ordered to give Esperanza a rimming instead. As she played with her pussy Esperanza , loved the way Nina ate her feminine butt so after she reached orgasmic bliss . Rocky ordered the three wenches , to french-kiss , take a shower & join him in his huge master bed for more taboo xxx fun

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Sophia fights against the pleasures of the harem, her body wanting to surrender to the beautiful jinn. To save Sophia and Xandra, one member of Angela’s party will have to venture into the lamp and dominate the Jinn inside.

The Knight and the Acolyte
Book Seven: Illusory Passion
Chapter Seven: Surrender’s Sweet Delights
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

Sophia – The Mirage Garden

Fear stiffened my spine despite the fact a beautiful, dusky-sinned Jinn kissed me hard, her tongue probing my lips. I had never been so scared while a woman kissed me, her naked, lush body pressed against mine. She was so warm and sensual. Her hands stroked me as the steam from the water around my feet rose about us. Strange, heady scents filled the air. Her kiss grew hotter, her hands reaching around to grasp my ass, pulling me tight against her.

Saphique, she was heavenly. So soft and delicious. I wanted to let go of my fear. To surrenderer to her, but I couldn’t. This was a mistake. I shouldn’t be here in the Mirage Garden. Angela was supposed to be the offering.

Not me and Xandra.

I couldn’t be part of the efreet’s harem. Not a man’s harem. I had sworn myself to Saphique. No male, regardless of race, could ever touch me in a sexual way or I would break my vow and lose my powers. I could not be one of his women. This was impossible. I had to get out of here.

Despite how much I wanted to stay.

Her sapphire eyes floated before me. They begged for my surrender. To give in. Beside me, an ebony-skinned, Halanian beauty kissed pale-skinned Xandra. The avian also struggled. She was married to Chaun, an oath she took seriously. She had sworn it to her God, Luben, like I had sworn to my Goddess.

I shivered. Did I owe Xandra an apology for seducing her back at Black Glass Aerie? She had resisted at first, but then surrendered. I thought she enjoyed herself, but did she feel guilty about it afterward? Avians were supposedly monogamous to a fault. I just thought that was ridiculous, that vows to Luben weren’t important. I was just so…selfish, eager to make love to the beautiful, delicate creature. I had lied to her, telling her it wouldn’t really break her marriage vow to Luben. I just didn’t care if that was the truth.

I was so horny. Like right now, lips locked to the dusky jinn.

I broke the kiss. My lips tingled. A heady rush went through me. I just wanted to fuck the sexy creature kissing me, my guilt banishing before the tide of lusts. I found myself gasping, panting. It was so warm in the room. My eyes fluttered as I struggled to gather my thoughts. Her touch was fire as her fingers slid up my spine, her nipples so hard against mine. I had to be strong. For my Goddess. For my Queen.

Angela would rescue me. Us.

“What?” purred the jinn.

“This isn’t right,” I gasped.

“What isn’t? We’re celebrating. You and the other are the newest member Riad’s harem. You are here to serve our Lord and Husband. And when he doesn’t need to be served, why, we serve each other… What is your name?”

“Sophia, and I’m—”

“Fawziya,” the jinn said. “It is a pleasure to meet you.”

“Yes, it is a pleasure,” a second jinn said, her eyes emerald. So deep, like twin pools beneath a verdant canopy. She came up behind me. “Greetings, Sophia. I am Nida.”

Her round breasts pressed into my back, nipples hard. So hard. She rubbed a wet, hot cunt against my ass. Another set of hands stroked fire across my skin. Two beauties sandwiched me with silky flesh, their bodies undulating. Nida’s sweet lips nibbled at my shoulder.

I had to fight. I had to be strong. I couldn’t surrender to this. I couldn’t give in.

“This is wrong. Let me go. I don’t belong here.”

“You were offered,” Nida moaned. “Riad traded for you. One of his women for you and your lover’s beauty.”

“You were naked in the sands. You spilled your juices. An offering…” Fawziya purred. “Unless your friends can enter the Mirage Garden and win you back.”

“My Queen will,” I moaned, struggling to think.

“But Riad left Saniyya,” laughed Nida. “None can dominate her. Riad barely controls her. Your friends will never enter. You are his. Forever.”

I shuddered as their lips kissed me, their hands stroked me. I had to fight this. I couldn’t be Riad’s. I struggled, weakly, to escape their embrace. But their bodies were too sensual, their touch too stirring, their lips too intoxicating.

“Mmm, you are delicious, Sophia,” Fawziya purred. “Riad will love you. He wants to hear you gasp and moan.”

I shook my head—it grew harder to do. I wanted to surrender. “No, no. I belong to Saphique. To my Queen.”

“There are no queens or gods here,” Fawziya laughed. “This is the Mirage Garden. Nothing here is real. Maybe not even you. How do you even know if I’m real? All of this…” Her hands waved around her. “…is a wish. Ephemeral. If you think too hard, it will burst.”

“Good,” I moaned, shuddering as her hands slid up and her thumbs brushed the sides of my breasts. My nipples ached. “I want to wake up from it.”

“But you haven’t sampled all the sweet delights of Riad’s harem,” Nida pouted from behind, her hands reaching between Fawziya and myself, sliding down my stomach to my pudenda. “And I am soooo sweet.”

She nuzzled at my neck, her tongue licking. I shivered. My skin tingled at the touch of her lips. A woozy wave passed over me. My eyes fluttered. This couldn’t be happening. I had to control myself.

But that ache between my thighs…

That sweet ache. It had to be satiated. I squirmed. Fawziya’s lips nuzzled on the other side of my neck as Nida’s hand slid lower. Her fingers reached the top of my pussy lips, pushing into my folds and brushing my clit.

I groaned. Pleasure rippled through my pussy as Nida’s finger rubbed my clit. Fire burned in my nethers. Her touched stoked it, a billow pumping, fanning my ardor. My head leaned back, their lips sucking, nibbling, kissing my neck. So sweet. The fires demanded my surrender.

“Just a dream,” Fawziya moaned between kisses. “Illusion. Relax. Enjoy.”

“Dream,” Sophia murmured.

The hands guided me to the ground. The water I stood in melted away into soft pillows. Incense burned around us, the air foggy with a purple haze. The pillows were soft as the two jinn pressed their bodies against me. Hot flesh and cool silk.

My head turn, meeting Nida’s in a hot kiss. Our tongues danced as their hands stroked my belly. Fingers slid up and brushed the bottoms of my breasts or darted down to rub at the hot flesh around my slit. My hands reached out, brushing their silky skin. They smelled of jasmine and sandalwood. I moaned into Nida’s mouth.

Fawziya’s lips nibbled at my ear. Her tongue danced across the lobe as one of the jinn’s hands, maybe Fawziya’s, cupped my small breast. A thumb slid across my flesh, brushing my hard nipple. She stroked it, stimulated it. Such absolute delight. The other jinn’s hand brushed across my pussy and grazed my clit.

I moaned into Nida’s kiss, squirming. She tasted so sweet.

“That’s it, little slut,” Fawziya purred into my ear. “Relax. Enjoy. Savor the dream.”

I whimpered as the finger rubbed circles across my clit and the thumb massaged my nipple. Fawziya nipped my ear, tugging, drawing my attention. I turned my head to her smiling face, her sapphire eyes glistening.

“You are a wild vixen,” I purred and kissed her hard.

The finger rubbing my clit circled faster, harder. I spasmed, my pussy clenching. Nida rolled onto her side, grinding hot cunt on my hip as her pillowy tits pressed against my side. Her nipples so hard. My hand slid down and pushed between her thighs. I rubbed her pussy. She moaned as my fingers slid across her dripping pussy.

Her whimpers were the sweetest thing in the world. She moaned into my ear as my fingers danced across her clit. My tongue fenced with Fawziya’s as the jinn rubbing my nipple seized it between thumb and forefinger, rolling hard.

“Mmm, your nipples are so hard. I bet they are succulent to suck on, slut,” moaned Nida. She licked my ear. “I want to find out.”

I moaned into Fawziya’s kiss and rubbed harder on Nida’s clit, giving her all the encouragement she needed. She bent over, dark-brown hair caressing my cheek and shoulder before her hot, wet lips engulfed my nipple.

She sucked hard.

I broke the kiss with Fawziya to moan my enjoyment. Nida’s lips popped and smacked as she suckled, her tongue batting my nipple. I breathed in deeply, savoring the heady incense drifting through the room.

And a naughty idea popped into my head.

I concentrated for a moment and lactated.

Nida sucked. My nipple ached as the milk squirted into her mouth. The jinn let out a purring moan, her emerald eyes widening then flicked up to me. I gave her a naughty wink as she suckled again, cheeks hollowing. I groaned, the fluttering delight shooting down to my aching clit rubbed by Fawziya’s fingers.

Nida gave a third suckle, moaning her enjoyment. She writhed her hips, my fingers dancing across her clit and pussy lips, soaked by her juices. She popped her mouth off my nipple, lips pursed tight, and leaned across me. Fawziya, seeing the invitation, cocked her head and accepted the kiss.

The jinn kissed over my body. Fawziya let out a purring moan, her body shuddering as Nida pressed a milk-laden tongue into the other’s mouth. The two jinn snowballed my milk back and forth, moaning, gasping, savoring my creamy treat.

“That’s right,” I moaned. “That’s my creamy delight. Mmm, you two love it. And there is more where that came from.”

The jinn broke their kiss, Fawziya smacking her lips. “Sophia, you are just full of surprises.” Her fingers slid down my pussy lips. Two thrust inside of my hot depths. “Riad is going to love you. You’ll be his favorite concubine.”

Through the fog of lust and heady incense, I knew there was something wrong with that statement. I just didn’t know what. Riad… I shouldn’t want to be his. I was…was…

Thoughts evaporated as two sexy jinn latched onto my nipples and suckled. I groaned, my pussy clenching on Fawziya’s thrusting fingers. Both jinn nursed with a hungry passion. My fingers rubbed harder at Nida’s pussy, my other hand sliding across Fawziya’s dusky stomach, reaching between shaved thighs.

Finding hot cunt.

Both jinn moaned about my nipples as they nursed. Their passion buzzed through my body. I gasped and moaned, shuddering, my toes fluttering. I tossed my head from side to side. Every time they suckled, delight rippled down my body to my pussy, building the pleasure swelling in my core. Their cheeks hollowed. Both jinn feasted on my milk as we writhed on the bed.

My head tossed back and forth, my eyes fluttering. Every time I blinked, I saw a different ceiling. One moment blue sky and fluffy, white clouds then the next gauzy silk draped about us, a cocoon. A ceiling of gold leaf. A vaulted ceiling covered in a fresco of naked, writhing women loving each other while a crimson-skinned man watched with possessive delight.

I was in the fresco, two jinn on other side of me, writhing, undulating. Nearby to me in the fresco, a pale-skinned Xandra tribbed the ebony-skinned Halanian beauty, grinding their pussies together, legs scissored. It was so real. I could almost see movement across it.

Nida’s fingers found my clit while Fawziya plunged a third finger into my dripping snatch. I gasped, pleasure fluttering through me. The two jinn drank and drank my milk. It flowed out of my nipples.

“Sweet Saphique’s snatch,” I moaned, back arching on the soft pillows. “Yes, yes, yes. I…I…”

Their fingers rubbed and plunged harder. They stirred my pussy up and sparked fire off my clit. My pussy clenched. The pleasure built and built. My fingers rubbed at both their wet cunts, stroking them, savoring the sensual thrill of gliding my fingers across silky snatches. I bucked, moaned, while they nursed their fill. They drove me to higher and higher heights. My eyes squeezed shut and then shot open.

A sky burning with the sun’s setting spun above me. Blink. Starry night, the moon a sickle. Blink. A canopy of trees providing cool shade, birds chirping.

I came.

My body convulsed as the pleasure exploded out of my depths. I gasped and moaned. They suckled hard, greedy for my milk as I spasmed between them. My pussy convulsed about Fawziya’s fingers. Nida’s rubbed harder and harder on my clit. Adding more and more pleasure to the explosions, triggering new ones. My body burst with bliss.

The world became a kaleidescope of colors and scenery. Everything whirled about me as I heaved and screamed wordless passion. The pleasure inundated my mind. I gasped, moaned. I never wanted to leave. I wanted to stay.

A part of the harem.

“That’s it,” Fawziya purred before giving me a kiss sweetened by my creamy milk.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Nida moaned. “Enjoy the pleasures of the dream. When nothing is real, everything is permitted. Every act allowed. Here, nothing is taboo or forbidden. Only giving pleasure to our Lord and Husband matters. To Riad.”

I broke the kiss, “Riad,” I moaned. “Yes, yes.”

“He’s watching,” Fawziya moaned. She held up her hand and a curious object appeared, made of a flexible, metallic material I had never seen. It was long, like a snake, but both ends were shaped like a cock.

“What is that?” I moaned. “A dildo? So long.”

“It’s a fun toy,” Fawziya moaned. “Something only possible in an illusion.”

“Would you like to play with it?” Nida moaned.

“Yes,” I gasped, my body shuddering, their fingers still teasing me. “I would love to.”

“Good,” smiled Fawziya. She rolled onto her back, holding the toy in both hands, sliding it between her thighs. Her arms pressed into the sides of her large breasts, lifting them into a pair of inviting pillows.

I leaned over and sucked a dark-brown nipple into my mouth. My tongue stud pressed against the hard nub. Fawziya moaned in delight as she rubbed the flexible toy between her thighs. The long end flopped about. My pussy clenched, eager to fill that in me.

Nida’s hands grasped my ass. The jinn moved behind me. She parted my butt-cheeks and licked at my asshole. I groaned as her tongue swirled about my sphincter. I sucked harder on Fawziya’s nipple, my hands squeezing both jinn’s pillowy mounds.

“Oh, yes,” Fawziya moaned as she pressed the tip of the dildo into her pussy. I couldn’t see her sex, but I could see more and more of the dildo disappear into her. She arched her hip, shuddering as I worshiped her nipple. “Now trib me, Sophia. Trib me and we’ll fuck each other with both ends.”

A hot shudder went through me, partly Nida tonguing my ass and partly the hot thrill of Fawziya’s idea. I popped my mouth off her nipple and groaned, “Yes.”

Nida swirled her tongue a final time across my asshole then rolled back. Mist swirled pink in her hand and a black marble dildo, swirled with veins of white, appeared. It was polished so smooth, it looked so slick, like it would have no resistance plunging into a hole. The end was roughened, a handle to grip. She licked it as I moved to Fawziya.

“Going to fuck yourself?” I asked Nida as I slid on my side and scissored my legs with Fawziya. I watched Nida over my shoulder, my ass facing her, my sphincter still tingling from her tonguing.

She shook her head, her pink tongue swirling about the black tip, her emerald eyes burning with wicked intent. My asshole clenched as I grasped the end of the double-headed dildo. The metal was warm to the touch but flexible. It was no material I had ever handled.

I brought the entrance to my pussy and sank down it. I groaned as I worked my sex farther down the shaft. Fawziya’s face contorted. She moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head as I pushed it deeper into her cunt.

And then I bottomed out. Our pussies were almost touching, only an inch of the toy not in either of our sexes. I gripped her right leg, holding it between my small breasts. My tongue licked at her cute toes, my stud flicking across them, bringing a shuddering moan from her.

And then we fucked each other.

“Oh, gods, yes,” I gasped as our hips undulated. The dildo slid in and out of both our cunts. The pleasure rippled through us. “Saphique’s sweet kisses, yes.”

“Oh, Sophia,” moaned Fawziya, “work that cute ass. Fuck me. Ram that dildo into me. Oh, yes, yes. Watch us, my Lord.”

“Watch us and your new whore,” moaned Nida as she moved behind me, rubbing the marble dildo into my flexing ass.

I groaned, fucking Fawziya harder and faster. It was amazing. The dildo moved between us. Sometimes her pussy clenched on it, holding it in place, and it worked in and out of me. And other times I fucked it in and out of her. It was wild. I licked and sucked at her toes as the pleasure increased in my burning pussy.

And naughty Nida’s dildo slid between the cheeks of my ass.

She rammed it into my bowels. It was so slick, it had no problem pushing past my sphincter and burying into the depths of my asshole. I gasped, my bowels and pussy clenching on both toys as I spasmed, driving the other end of the metallic dildo in and out of Fawziya’s pussy.

Nida kissed and nibbled at my neck as she slowly fucked the dildo in and out of my asshole. Every time she moved it made my hips twitch and undulate. I gasped and grunted, both my holes bursting with rapture. Friction sent pleasure rippling through me.

I breathed in the heady incense. The world spun around me. Gauzy curtains fell around us, pink and lavender, a world of private, intimate delight. My hips pumped, working both toys in and out of my holes.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” I hissed. “Fuck me. Oh, you naughty jinn. Make me cum again and again. I love it.”

“And we love you,” moaned Nida.

“Riad loves you,” gasped Fawziya as she humped, her toes curling before my lips.

Inviting.

I sucked on her toe as she shuddered, her hips driving the dildo deeper into my cunt. I gasped, twitching, inundated with rapture beyond belief. My asshole clenched down on the plunging dildo. It reamed me. So deep. It slammed into me and made me twitch. Explode. I couldn’t believe how wonderful it was.

Ecstasy spilled through me.

Absolute delight. I trembled and moaned. My holes writhed about both dildos as I sucked so hard on Fawziya’s toes. She gasped, bucking into me, cumming, too. Nida sucked harder on my neck, ramming the dildo in and out of my asshole.

Orgasm after orgasm exploded through me. Ethereal delights beyond the pleasures of the waking world. Illusions danced before us. At one moment we were surrounded by dusky jinn and dark-skinned women writhing in sapphic embrace, the next a crimson-skinned man watched us, a woman kneeling before him, sucking his cock as he stroked her dark, silky hair. Then I heard Xandra gasping and moaning in orgasmic delight.

Riad’s harem was pleasure. The Mirage Garden was ecstasy. Every time I breathed, I inhaled rapture. My pussy and asshole spasmed and convulsed about thrusting toys. My senses were overwhelmed.

Ecstasy.

Beautiful, pure ecstasy.

And the efreet watched. I came again.

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Chaun – The Halani Desert

“No, no, no,” I groaned, fear beating in my heart. I fell to my knees, clutching my wife’s skirt and top from the desert sands. Then I pulled the pouch that held her shamanistic totems to my chest. “She can’t be taken.”

“She was,” Xera said. The elf picked up the brass lamp from the center of the melted patch of sand. A jinn was in there. We would have to enter the lamp and dominate her in order to gain entry into the Mirage Gardens to save Xandra.

“Give me the lamp,” I said, fear swirling through me. My wife couldn’t be gone. I had to rescue her.

“After we’ve taken care of our friends.” Xera snagged Sophia’s discarded white robe, pouches hanging from the belt. She opened the pouch up and breathed out relief. “She has healing potions in here. I wasn’t sure if she made more.”

“Potions?” I demanded. Those didn’t matter tight now. “The lamp. Give me the lamp.”

The elf’s green eyes hardened. “Angela is dying. Your wife will be fine. We will rescue her, but we must attend to our friends who need us first.”

I almost objected. I almost reached out and snagged the lamp from her, but she gave me a fierce look. Her body, covered in scratches and cuts, the blood drying as it streaked her naked flesh, transformed her into an indomitable presence. Something elemental, primal.

Something not to be trifled with.

“Yes, you’re right,” I said. “Forgive me.”

Xera nodded. Then she pulled out one of the milky potions, popped the cork, and downed it, gulping hungrily. The magic in the potion went to work on her skin. The myriad scratches from Farson’s lamia sex slave vanished, leaving behind unblemished, pale-greenish skin. Only the streaks of blood gave proof to her injuries.

“Matar’s cock, that is a relief,” Xera said and rose. “Come, we must be as fleet as the wind.”

And then the elf took off in a run, clutching Sophia’s robes and the lamp. I cursed and forced myself to my feet, hugging my wife’s possessions as I raced after the elf. But she was fast. She ran across the sand. Her bare feet didn’t sink into the soft sand like my shoes did, slowing me down. It was like she was too light to even disturb the surface. She disappeared through the camp.

Fear kept me running after. My wife taken. My precious songbird. I pictured her in my mind, petite and short, almost frail and delicate, with sky-blue hair and sapphire eyes. And her voice… Such a work of perfection. Only Rithi, Goddess of Art, could sing with more beauty.

I couldn’t lose Xandra. She had roosted in my heart in such a short time. And now she was taken to be part of an efreet’s harem. My stomach twisted in horror. She would not submit to him. She would stay true to her marriage vows. She would find no pleasure, only suffering.

I had to protect her.

I reached the others, Xera already kneeling and administering the potion to the pale Angela, the sand soaked black beneath the moon. The color returned to Angela’s face. The grievous wounds on her body melded close. Her blue eyes opened, and she sat up.

“Sophia…”

Xera shook her head, then produced the third healing potion and handed it to Thrak cradling the unconscious Faoril in his arms. The orc took it, tore the cork out with his teeth, and pressed it to her lips. The mage spasmed in his arms and groaned.

“Where is Sophia?” Angela asked, siting up and staring at the pile of white robes.

I wanted to speak, to say the truth, but fear glued my tongue to the roof of my mouth. I trembled as Xera said, “Taken. Her and Xandra.”

“The desert tribes?” Angela asked, her face hardening.

Xera produced the brass lamp, a handle at one end, a spout at the other where the flame would burn. There was a lid for adding the oil. Angela frowned, taking the lamp from Xera, staring at it before looking at the elf.

“The Mirage Gardens? You’re sure”

Xera nodded. “A large patch of sand melted into glass by a great heat. An efreet’s heat. The lamp was at the center. Their clothes lay discarded. They had made love out on the sands.”

“And spilled their juices,” groaned Angela. “I didn’t think we were close enough.”

“The Mirage Gardens are everywhere in the sands,” I said without even realizing it. “Give me the lamp.”

Angela blinked. “What?”

“There is a jinn that has to be seduced into letting us into the Mirage Gardens.” I drew myself up, putting a confident smile on my lips. “And no woman can resist me.”

“No, she has to be dominated not seduced,” Angela said, rising, her armor clinking. “There is a difference.”

“Semantics. She must be convinced to let us in. One way is much the same as the other.”

Angela shook her head. “Domination is more than seduction. It is bending her will to yours, making her serve your whims.”

“So is seduction.” Anger boiled through me. “Hand over the lamp, Angela.”

“Seduction is getting her to do what she secretly wants.”

“And so is domination.” My hand clenched about Xandra’s clothing. “The submissive wants to be dominated. She wants to be taken in hand by a stronger person. It is the same thing.”

“But you cannot dominate a woman. If you go into the lamp, you won’t seize her by the neck, you will be a chameleon. You will change into what she desires.”

“And she desires submission.”

“Does she?” Angela shook her head. “If it were that easy, then people wouldn’t fail at dominating her. You’ve heard Aswunt’s stories. Three times he has seen the lamp and only once had the person who entered dominated the jinn inside. You would become something easy to win her over, to fuck her, but that’s not enough. You cannot dominate women, Chaun. You only act with them. You only pretend, adapt. What is needed is reality. Strength.”

“So Thrak?” I demanded. The orc was originally supposed to do it while Angela would have been the offering. “The orc knows no subtly.”

“He is plenty subtle,” Faoril objected.

“It’s Angela,” Minx laughed. “She’ll do it. She knows how to dominate. She has Sophia wrapped about her fingers.”

“Sophia wants to be dominated,” I countered. “If this jinn is resistant, can you actually do it?”

“Yes.” Her eyes leveled on me. “I will dominate the little bitch. She will be my slave, and I will make her open the way.” Her blue eyes were hard. “All you’ll do is fuck her and make her cum. That’s not enough, Chaun.”

I stared at her eyes. Such certainty blazed in them. Confidence. No bravado. She gripped the lamp in her hand like she owned it. She did own it. I stood before a woman with the will of a queen. I understood Sophia’s worship.

I understood why Lady Delilah wanted her to succeed. The sword was only the beginning. I was promised a court to play my music in, to be a part of. To once again be a bard, my exile from the rich and powerful over. No more taverns. No more ribald songs performed before inebriated farmers and miners.

I never asked which court. It would be Angela’s court. When she claimed her ancestor’s throne. The High King’s heir stood before me.

And she would dominate the jinn.

I bowed my head. “Dominate the slut. Get our women back.”

“I will,” she said and rubbed at the lamp, stroking the brass. Her body became ephemeral, billowing into smoke, and then she sucked down the spout of the lamp. It hung in the air for a moment, like Angela still held it, then dropped to the sand.

“She’ll do it,” Minx said, still lounging on the sand. “And then we get to plunder the Mirage Gardens. Imagine what we’ll steal!”

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Xandra – The Mirage Garden

“You want to look beautiful for our Husband,” Yasmine said to me. The beautiful, ebony-skinned woman smiled as she held up the transparent, silk pantaloons, her skin bleeding through the fabric.

“That’s so scandalous,” I giggled, my head swimming.

“Isn’t it?” grinned Yasmine. “But you want to be scandalous for our Husband.”

I nodded my head. Chaun would love to see me dressed in those, on display. I climbed out of my bath. One of the rose petals floating on the surface clung to my naked breast. I plucked it off and brought it to my lips, kissing it, savoring the flavor as water dripped off my body.

The bath vanished by the time I stepped out of it, melting into pink smoke along with the water beading my body. The rose petal vanished from my fingers. Mist wreathed my body as I knelt beside Yasmine and Zaina, a ruby-eyed jinn with a lush smile.

And a spicy pussy.

She held a delicate bottle filled with an amber liquid. She pressed her thumb over the top of the bottle and flipped it over for a moment. When she pulled her thumb away, it glistened with the liquid. A sweet smell filled my lips.

I gasped as she applied the perfume to the lips of my pussy, rubbing it up and down my shaved flesh. They had shaved away the stubble, telling me my Husband would want me smooth. Of course he would, Chaun loved my shaved twat.

“Yes, anoint me,” I moaned, my eyes fluttering as she rubbed the tingling perfume into my lips. Heat blossomed. An ache filled me. I needed my husband in me. “I can’t wait for him.”

“For our Husband?”

“Yes,” I nodded as Zaina anointed my nipples with the same perfume, then dabbed it into my wrists and beneath my arms.

The scent wreathed me as Yasmine painted my face with strange makeups, purring how beautiful she made me. Zaina combed my sky-blue hair at the same time, taking time to work out any snarls. Then Yasmine held up a mirror.

I was transformed. Dark black lined my eyes and my lashes were so long now. Purple shadowed my eyes and rogue brightened my cheeks. I pursed my lips, admiring the bright-red painted upon them. I looked so womanly. So mature.

Chaun would love me.

I dressed in the the silk pantaloons. They were scandalous. My skin bled through wherever they touched the fabric, which was pulled tight against my pussy. My shaved slit on display, darkened by my excitement. A belt of gold cinched my waist, and a cut sapphire gem was pushed into my bellybutton, held in place by a dab of wax. I gasped as they clamped gold charms to my nipples, the pain intense, making my head swim as the world shifted around me.

Nothing ever stayed the same long here.

A net of silver draped my hair with small garnets that stood out like tears of fire across my blue hair. Rings and bracelets adorned my fingers and wrists. A tight, serpentine torc squeezed about my right arm. I was bedecked with jewels.

For Chaun.

“You are just so beautiful, Xandra,” Yasmine said. “Riad will love you.”

I laughed. Didn’t she know our husband’s name was Chaun? My head leaned back as my laugh spilled from my lips. The world swirled around me. A dizzy wave passed through me and I blinked, struggling to remember why I laughed.

“Come, it is time to see our Husband,” Zaina purred.

“He’s waiting for the both of you,” Yasmine added.

“Wonderful,” Sophia said.

I blinked and saw my friend bedecked in the same finery as me, though her jewels were different. Her face was gorgeous, transformed by the makeup, her nipples also pinched by gold charms, her pussy shaved and bleeding through her pink pantaloons.

“Xandra,” Sophia said, moving closer. “I wanted to apologize.”

“For what?”

She giggled. “I cant remember.”

I shrugged then asked, “Shall we?”

She reached out and took my hand. “Yes. Isn’t this a lovely dream?”

I nodded my head as we walked through a hall which rippled into a steamy garden. Green bushes adorned with bright flowers spread out before us. The babble of a fountain feeding a small broke dotted with lily pads. A grape arbor over our head, shielding us from the sun, the fat grapes budding, begging to be taken. The world rippled again and we walked through golden halls. Then a marbled palace. The desert sands. A beautiful oasis. Walls of silk, of muslin, of fine mosaics, and beautiful tapestries.

I giggled with excitement as I we came closer and closer to Chaun.

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Knight-Errant Angela – The Lamp

For an eternity, I was bodiless, fluid, flowing. I should be afraid, but I wasn’t. There was no emotion. Only the movement of vapors, my existence ephemeral, fragile. A single breeze would scatter me into nonexistence.

And then I coalesced, reborn into a bedroom, standing on a intricate carpet of red and gold. The walls were covered in mosaics of beautiful women lounging in a garden. Tasseled pillows lay scattered across the floor for lounging upon. A bed stood at the center of the room, covered in a canopy of pink silk. A shadowy figure moved in them.

I took a step forward and realized I was naked. I glanced down at my large breasts thrusting before me. The figure on the bed moved. Sheets rustled and she rose like a sleeper newly wakened, stretching to meet the morning. The curtains parted. A woman’s face appeared, dusky, beautiful. Her eyes were bright citrines, her hair dark, flowing waves falling about her face, hiding the swell of her breasts.

“Good morning,” she purred. “I am Saniyya. Welcome to my home. Would you care for a repast?”

I blinked as mist formed then faded, leaving a small table with a bowl of candied dates and glass decanter of wine accompanied by two crystal glasses. The woman let out a purr as she crawled off her bed and stretched, her body lush, her nipples peeking out of her dark hair, her shaved pussy gleaming. She walked with an undulating grace to the table.

“Wine?”

“I am not here for wine,” I growled, marching towards her.

“You’re not?” She gave me a beautiful smile. She poured the ruby drink into a crystal goblet and held it to me. “Are you sure? It is delicious.”

“Sure,” I said, crossing my arms, glaring at her.

“Is this the courtesy of your lands, Angela?” she asked, hurt in her citrine eyes. “To refuse a host’s offer of refreshment?”

I frowned at her. She held the goblet, eyes liquid. I sighed and took the wine glass from her. I sipped it. The wine burst with fruity flavor on my lips, hints of more than just grapes in there. I let out a purring moan.

“Yes, I added blackberry currant to it,” Saniyya smiled. “I do hope you like it.”

“It is good,” I admitted. Then I took another sip.

She reached own and held up the silver bowl of candied dates. They each glistened, covered in a glaze. She proffered the bowl to me. “And please, take one. They are my own recipe. An improvement over the locals.” She leaned in, her voice lowering, becoming conspiratorial. “They don’t have access to honey in the desert. But it makes them melt in your mouth.”

I almost told her no, but I didn’t want to again see hurt in her eyes. So I reached out and grasped a candied date. It was sticky. I popped into my fingers and let out a sigh of delight. It melted in my mouth. I groaned, shuddering, my hips shaking from side-to-side.

“Delicious,” she purred and popped one between her lips. They were ruby around the brown date. She held it there, lips puckered as I swallowed. Then she leaned in and kissed me. She pressed the date into my mouth with her tongue, the sweet flavor making her lips sticky against mine.

I shuddered, her naked body brushing mine, our nipples meeting. The caress sent a wild shudder through me. Her tongue retreated, leaving the date in my mouth as she broke the kiss. I chewed, savoring the delicacy.

“See, just delicious,” she purred, plucking another from the bowl. “I absolutely love them. Especially anointed in a different sauce.”

“Oh?” I asked, struggling to find my balance. This was not going the way it should. I had to take—

I moaned as she shoved the date into my pussy. Her fingers pressed it into my juicy hole. Her smile grew naughty. I gasped, clenching down on her fingers and date, anointing it with my cream. Then she pulled it out, the date covered in my sauce, and popped it in her mouth.

Her moan was orgasmic. A shudder ran through her body. She chewed slowly, savoring it. I licked my lips, wanting to experience that same delight. I snagged a date from the bowl as she swallowed and moved my hand lower. Her thighs parted.

“You will love it,” she purred as I pressed the date into her pussy. She groaned, hips shaking. “Eat my date covered in my juices.”

“Yes,” I groaned, plucking it out of her warm hole, my fingers and the treat covered in her sauce. I brought it to my lips, popped it in. The tart pussy juices melted on my tongue, meeting the sweet honey and delicious date. I chewed it, moaning as she took three dates from the bowl.

And pushed them inside her pussy. “More?”

“Yes,” I purred.

“Then enjoy,” she smiled.

A hunger shuddered through me. A few more dates before I made this woman submit. I would have her on her knees, begging to be my slut, to eat dates out of my cunt. Oh, that would be wicked. I knelt before her, my hands sliding down her body as I pictured her submission.

Her pussy lips were clenched tight, holding the dates inside of her. Juices adorned the her plump, flushed vulva. She glistened. I breathed in her heady musk then leaned in and took a long, slow lick across her slit, gathering her tart juices.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned, “devour my dates. Enjoy all the treats I have to offer.”

I licked again, my tongue parting through her folds, grazing a date buried in her depths before flicking up and across her clit. She shuddered, another moan escaping her delicious lips. I stirred such pleasure in her. And that excited me. My pussy clenched as my tongue probed in deeper.

I found the first date. I wrapped my tongue about it and drew it out into my mouth. My teeth bit into it, savoring the treat. All the wonderful flavors burst inside of me. I moaned in delight, nuzzling my nose against her clit.

“Oh, you are just delightful,” she purred. “Such a wonderful thing. Enjoy my delicacies. There are two more for you to find.”

“Yes,” I purred, my fingers sliding up her thighs, her skin smooth silk beneath.

I reached her pussy and parted her folds. Pink glistened. I nuzzled my lips into her as she shuddered. My tongue slid deeper, brushing another date. I groaned, catching it with my tongue and reeling it in. I savored my treat as my fingers stroked her pussy lips. She gasped and shuddered, grinding harder. Her voice sweet music.

I quested my tongue in for the third. Her sticky juices coated my lips and cheeks. It dribbled down my chin as I reached and strained. I brushed the date. It was in deeper, teasing me, begging to be seized and devoured.

I moaned, nuzzling, brushing her clit with my finger as I struggled to reached the third date. I sealed my mouth over her pussy, sucking hard. She gasped and bucked against me. Her fingers seized my red hair.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned. “Oh, that’s how you enjoy my delicacies. Ooh, you are a wicked slut. You are so hungry for what I offer. Mmm, yes. That’s it. Devour me. Enjoy every ounce of the pleasure I offer.”

I would. I wanted it so badly. I sucked harder. Her pussy juices filled my mouth. My left arm reached up her body and squeezed her breast as I struggled to get the final date. I had to have it. She shuddered on my face. My finger rubbed harder at her clit.

She shivered. I swept my tongue through her pussy, brushing the date again, driving it deeper into her pussy on accident. I groaned and sucked again. She gasped, humping her hips. Her breast jiggled in my hand.

“Oh, yes, Angela. Worship my pussy. Oh, what a slut you are. So eager for all my treats. Yes, yes, yes. You’re going to make me explode. Oh, yes. Keep worshiping me.”

I redoubled my efforts. I sucked so hard. I gulped down her pussy juices. Her cunt contracted as she shuddered. Her voice sang through the lamp, echoing off the mosaics. Her juices coated my face, making a sticky mess. I could taste the honey of the date in her tart juices. I just had to try a little harder and I would get it.

She bucked. Gasped. Her hands tightened in my hair.

Juices flooded out of her pussy as she orgasmed. I made her cum. A pleased delight fluttered through me. Her contracting pussy walls and gushing cream forced the date out of her depths and into my hungry mouth. I groaned in triumph.

I made her cum and got the date.

She staggered back, heaving, still holding the silver bowl. “Oh, you wicked woman. You were so hungry for my treat.”

I chewed on the date, savoring the flavor bursting in my mouth. “Yes,” I moaned between chews. It was sticky, clinging to my teeth. I worked on it as she backed up to the bed. The flavor burst in my mouth. I wanted more.

She stretched out on the bed, the bowl beside her. “If you want more, Angela, come and feast.” She picked up a date and planted it right on her nipple. It stuck to the nub. She sucked her fingers clean, moaning in invitation.

I scrambled to my feet, moving to the bed. I crawled onto its softness, the silk rustling beneath my hands and knees. I leaned over, my breasts dragging across her stomach, and sucked the sweet date off her nipple. She moaned, bucking.

“Yes, yes, yes, you’re just a hungry slut,” she moaned.

She grabbed a date and shoved it into my pussy as I suckled on her breast. Then another and another. She stuffed my cunt full of delicious treats. Then she smeared one through her pussy lips, coating it before dragging it up her body. I watched it as I nursed at her nipple. She brought it to her lips, placing it there, her eyes asking, “Well?”

I released her nipple and kissed her, my body lying atop hers. Our tongues met. We swapped the honey-sweet date between our sticky lips. I groaned, undulating, my pussy clenching on the dates marinating in my depths. Her sticky fingers traced down my back to my ass.

She gripped me and rolled me onto my back. She undulated as I chewed on the date. Her citrine eyes stared down at me. She reached out, grasping another date and popping it between her lips. She smiled around it, holding it above me. Teasing me.

“Kiss me,” I moaned, licking my lips, my hips undulating.

She shook her head and arched her eyebrows.

I groaned and lifted my head, tongue reaching for the date. But she pulled back, a teasing laugh escaping her lips. I groaned, squirming beneath her. Our breasts pressed together, her nipples so hard as they rubbed against me.

I tried again, straining to rise. Her hands had seized mine, pinning them to the be beside me, making it hard to life my shoulders. Her body writhed and undulated, grinding her clit against mine, sparking delight through me.

I moaned in frustration, wanting the next date. My tongue reached, flicking before me, my neck burning with the strain. I groaned, my head falling back towards the pillow. She smiled, leaning her head down.

I lifted my head to kiss her.

She backed off.

“Please,” I moaned. “I want it. It’s so delicious. Stop teasing me.”

Her hands slid over mine, grasping them. As she lowered her head, she lifted my hands above my body. I groaned as our lips met. She pressed the sweet date into my mouth. Our tongues met, caressed, as I submitted to her desires.

I submitted to her desires…

Her hands lifted mine higher as our lips worked together. I struggled to think. My pussy burned. The dates were so sticky inside my pussy. They felt so wonderful in there. My flesh constricted about them, moving them around inside of me, loving how they felt while I savored the honey taste of the date in my mouth.

My hands brushed the headboard. I would do this with Sophia. Lift her hands and bind them so I could play with her submissive body. I loved how she was so helpless before me. At my whim. Begging for her pleasure and…

Begging.

I begged for the date.

She told me to come to the bed.

I obeyed.

She told me to eat dates from her pussy.

I obeyed.

I stiffened. I pulled at her hands, resisting them. She broke the kiss, eyes filling with puzzlement. “What’s wrong? Do you want another date?”

“No,” I growled. I had to dominate her. I couldn’t let her dominate me. If I did, she wouldn’t open the way to the Mirage Garden and Sophia would forever Riad’s concubine.

“Mmm, you want me to eat the dates out of your cunt,” she laughed. “I will. When I am ready. Just relax. You will enjoy this.”

I lifted my head, looking above me. Manacles that weren’t there before hung from the bed posts, my wrists inches from them. Fear clutched through me. If I failed to dominate her, I would be her slut. Her slave. I glanced at the fresco on the wall.

I hadn’t noticed them before.

Men and women lay bound by golden manacles, some to the very bed I sat on, others to the walls, to the floor. They all yearned to worship. I could see it in there faces. Their eyes were so lifelike. So real.

They were real.

They were all the men and women who had entered this lamp and failed to dominate the jinn. All the men and women she seduced with her gifts and delicacies. With her serving manner and coy smiles. Her hands pulled at mine as she kissed me again, thrusting a new date into my mouth.

I bit into it, the flavor heady. There was more than honey on the dates. A liqueur, the flavor masked. A strong one. My blood burned. My head swam. I had to fight her. I couldn’t let her dominate me. I had to save Sophia.

But her kiss was so sweet and sticky. Her body so warm and lithe atop mine. Our clits brushed again. My pussy clenched, the pleasure increasing. She promised so much pleasure. So much delight that I yearned for.

Surrender promised such sweet delights.

A voice echoed through my mind, a memory of wonderful delight… My Queen…

I kissed Saniyya harder, our tongues passing the date back and forth.

To be continued…

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Passions encounter continues – to a different ending

The knocking at the door broke the magic of the moment in an instant.

Here I am, laying bare naked on a bed, my legs spread wide, and more than worked to the edge of both frenzy, and desire, by a gorgeous lady; of whom was just about to induct me into the arts of woman-woman love making, when that DAMN KNOCKING occurs.

With a roll of her eyes skyward, and a look of pure disgust on her face, the lady (whose name is Sibil, for the sake of this story) called out at the doorway “Go away I’m busy in here!”

Turning back to me, she licked her lips suggestively and grinned with a succubus smile, one promising all manners of erotic passion of the most exquisite intensities. “Now let us get back to the more important things at the moment, namely you, and this sweet little part before me.”

The fingers of one hand softly teased my womanhood, causing the fires of desire, excitement, and that of expectation of coming pleasures; to once again arise into that bliss that can only be experienced, unable to fully describe with words the sheer intensity occurring to ones own body and mind.

Then her other hand continued with its movements, touching me as soft as the finest and lightest feathers in places I never could have imagined, let alone realized, would excite me so!!! Her soft, moist, and warm breath was used by her to send ripples of absolute sensual excitement tingling over my entire body once again as she blew upon my innermost thighs, and outer lips of my pussy.

This body of mine flowed into a strange, wild rhythm of its own devising, both ancient in its ongoing response to the touch and the stimulation; yet strangely new, as my brain struggled to keep a part of it from happening.

Part of my mind screamed to stop, before anything else could occur. It begged me to end this wrongness that was against all my culture demanded of women. The other part of my mind, yelled back at it to shut up and just enjoy the moment, that my body knows what to do and will take care of the rest.

My eyes closed, clutching tightly, while hands grasped the sheets into a clump; the whole of my being focused on the excitement of the moment, waiting with anxious breath the moment her soft tongue would start to caress me.

Sibils fingers once again eased my pussy open, and I heard that giggle of delight, sounding like the bubbles of a thousand bottles of Champaign flowing into as many cups of purest crystal. “Your sure are ready little darling of mine, this pussy of yours is all wet and flush with the desires of yours. Now then, let us begin…”

She softly blowed on my womanhood again, going from top to bottom, and back again. With each puff she was closer than before, and paused for a moment, when I felt that soft caress of her lips upon my tender pussy.

She kissed me from top to bottom and back up again for a time, getting a whole new set of shivers and a squeal of delight from my lips. At least I think it was from me, I don’t remember, as at the time there were bigger things on my mind than sounds being made.

I heard that damn knocking on the door again, but it felt remote and distant; there was to be no interruptions of the feeling again. “Don’t stop. Please for god’s sake just keep going on like that, I don’t want anything to…”

In that moment, I got the response of hers, in the form of her soft, wet tongue stroking along the length of my clit and outer pussy lips. I breathed in sharply, pushed to a new point of ecstasy beyond that experienced by my body since beginning earlier tonight.

It was then that I realized this indeed was what my body was made for and the deepest parts of my animal mind has been longing for; the union of two bodies in the heat of passion fulfilled. Each movement of her tongue sent waves of fire upward, and channeled the building of all excitement downward, heading to a release that would rival the birth of a new star in the heavens!!!

My hands clutched the sheets in a grip of solid iron. My breath came so shallow and rapid I feared that I would die from lack of oxygen to my body and brain; though at the least I would have died with a very WIDE smile on my face. The mixture of heat, desire, lust, and more of emotions than I can describe pulsed ever onward, and downward.

Sigil would get me worked to an edge of excitement, and slowly ease off for a moment, then rapidly building up again to a new height, repeatedly in the time that followed. That tongue of hers moved in the pattern of the English alphabet, starting with the letter A, and with me losing track at somewhere about B, or the beginning of it.

Some kind of noise, like a loud thumping entered for a moment at the edge of my mind. I wanted to scream in the moment Sigil left her tongue up from my pussy. All I want is for her to continue, before my body can let me down from this emotional high.

Sigil said something in response to the noise, but she was quickly back to work on me. I heard her say some kind of words to me, something like “keep it going girl, your almost there.”

I felt and sensed, almost on a spiritual level, the final buildup occurring within my body.

I do not remember saying or calling out anything; but there was the sounds of someone crying out in sheer exuberant rapture, their voice echoing off the walls and furnishings with intensity equal to what I was feeling!!!

Finally, my body could not hold back anymore, and with a culminating thrust of every muscle and bone upon it, I felt a great release of emotions and sensations to rival that of 100 suns going super-nova in the end moments of their existence.

I felt as if the world was spinning about; so giddy had I become right after that moment. My face was flushed as red as possible, and every part of my body felt as if it were baking at 1000 degrees of a furnace. Sheens of a fine perspiration covered parts of me as well.

The death grip I had on the sheets also loosened. Sibil looked at me with a wide, wet grin on her face. Parts of my cum glistened in freshness upon it. In moments she was again laying on top of me, letting me taste that part of me on her lips as we kissed passionately.

Looking me in my eyes, her hands stroking soft circles over my breasts and shoulders, I saw the pleasure of my experience reflected in her own. All I could stammer out was a very weak, squeaky thank you.

“I take it you really enjoyed that experience then? Just as I hoped and expected.” She started doing a series of quick and tender kisses and nibbles on my neck and lips. She then slowly explained, like a teacher to a new student, the way to properly thank her was to return the favor done to me.

I quickly understood this order, and asked only she help me do it to the best way possible. I know that there is no way I can match what she has finished with me; but that did not mean I could not try and do the best possible.

I was getting ready to move on top of her, when once again that damn knocking came at the door. Sibil finally lost her temper, and without bothering to put on any clothing, stormed over and whipped the door open.

The resulting blast of cold, bitter winter wind sucked all of the heat from my room in an instant. Goosebumps rose over each exposed inch of my skin, and being in my birthday suit, that is quite a bit. I grabbed the sheets and wrapped up as much as possible to keep what little warmth was left to me.

Sigil came back to the bed, looking me over with a bit of disappointment. I wondered what was wrong, or what I may have done wrong…

“Passion, I got to go, they need me where I work at…I just wish this would not have happened at this moment. It just…hell…it seems to always be what happens for me and my life…oh well.”

She quickly got dressed, and donned her coat to face the cold outside. I just sat there, watching her in a state of total dumbfound shock; here I just had the first, and most erotic encounter of my life…and before I could do any more, Sigil had to leave.

I curled up, in extreme despair and somewhat disgusted with my reaction to it. Like the elders of my land would say…”Fate is fate, it was ordained to be this way, I was to find romance tonight…and found part of it…”

Something clicked in my brain, recalling that Hopakaia has stated there would be more than one lover for me to do it with tonight.

Soon enough, after getting cleaned up and dressed, I lay back wondering what it would be like to be with more than one person, the door resounded with yet another string of knocks, softer, yet just as insistent as the others of the evening.

When I opened it, I was not too shocked, and definitely delighted with the sight. Letting her in, I could see the sheer beauty of her skin, her hair, her face, and those absolutely beautiful breasts when her coat slipped away and down her body.

After embracing and kissing her, I looked deep into her soft eyes, drawing myself into their depths. “So this is how you get things going for yourself? You set up the situation, and when called away, you take your friends place for the finish?”

Looking at her as she nodded, I ran my hand down to her womanhood, feeling it starting to come alive with the anticipation; the same touch Sigil gave me I teased her with…not the same level of skill or intensity, but with enough ability to get her going.

“I hate to tell you this, but Hopakaia, I am going to leave with some new friends I made today. They have a 4×4 that can get over the snow; you cost me the first true bliss of my life, and before I could return the favor, I lost the chance…”
My new friends pulled up outside, the jeep having a guy and two girls inside. I waved to them as they did to me, and grabbed my stuff. She just stared at me with the look of the dumbfounded on her face.

Tossing her the room keys, I blew a very mocking kiss in her direction. “Fate is fate, all we do is ordained to be done, and as you took my chance to pleasure someone away, so I deny you the same experience.”

“Goodbye Bitch!!!”

Jumping into the car, with Sibil, and her friends, we set off for some fun in the snow at her cabin nearby. Sibil looked at me, rubbing my head roughly, yet in a friendly way…”So Sibil, what kind of fun do you intend to have at the cabin?”

Her and the other girl, with me in the back seat, lifted up their shirts, showing me two sets of HUGE breasts, with the nipples already full and erect at attention!!!

I knew I was going to love this time!!!

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Lola has an epiphany about how her Purity Society should continue forward!

Futa Naked In School – Innocent Girl’s Futa Awakening

Chapter Three: Lola’s Futa Epiphany

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Lola Lovell’s Week, Thursday

The sharp scent jolted me awake. Smelling salts.

I stared up into Nurse Luann’s face. Her hazel eyes studied me. I shuddered, trembling, this embarrassed heat rushing through me. I struggled together myself. I was lying on a bed in the nurse’s office. I was here because…

“Oh, no,” I groaned.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean to spring that news on you so abruptly.”

“A sugar pill?” I asked, this warmth shot through me. “But I was so horny. I did such wanton things.”

“You just relaxed your self-control and explored your desires,” the nurse said. She sat down beside me, an attractive futa wearing pink scrubs. I remembered her licking my pussy clean yesterday. She’d eaten out all of the futa-cum from my depths.

“So it was me all the time?” I shuddered. “I ate out Macie’s pussy. I devoured her like I was a lesbian.”

“Well, certainly bi,” she said and smiling. “And what’s so wrong with that? So you like futa-pussy and girl-pussy. Lots of girls are like that.”

My cheeks warmed more. “I had sex with Shelena. I was so horny, I just texted her and begged her to fuck me like a slut.”

“Probably because you always wanted to be fucked like a slut, you just refused to face your desires.” She shifted. “Have you ever heard of Carla Jung?”

“Isn’t she one of the futas who pioneered psychology?” I asked.

“She established a different school of thought from Sigumnda Freud. To Jung, we all have a shadow self. The repository of our darker impulses, the things that society doesn’t consider proper. Or that you don’t consider proper. Desires to be fucked like a slut, for instance. Until we can recognize our shadow self and understand this other aspect of our psychology, we can never be whole people. You don’t have to follow your shadow self, in fact sometimes you shouldn’t, but it is a part of you. What you did with those futas, with me, with your friend were all you. Just the parts you refused to acknowledge. Now that you have, it’s up to you how you want to integrate them. When your week’s over and you can be clothed again at school, you might never get wild again. You might have gotten that slut rush out of you. Maybe you’ll find that futa, settle down into monogamy, and be happy.

“Or maybe you’ll realize you like it. That you want to keep doing it. That you don’t have to let shame and repression hold you back.”

“It was nice not feeling ashamed,” I said, reflecting on the last day. “To not feel guilty that my pussy started getting wet or that my nipples tingled. No struggle fighting that ache to masturbate instead of just surrendering to it.”

She smiled at me. “See. And now you’re in a society that doesn’t judge a girl for wanting to be a slut.”

“They celebrate it.” I leaned back, my breasts jiggling. “But now it means I’ve had sex with my best friend, and she clearly wasn’t okay with it.”

“Well, she didn’t resist you,” said the nurse.

“Yes, she did. I pressed her.”

“Oh, she gave some token resistance.” The nurse smiled. “You know, girls sometimes like to do that. To hide the depths of their passion. A girl will put up a little struggle but she really wants you to press her. Trust me, your friend was into it at the time. It’s just now she’s had time for shame and guilt to work on her.”

“What can I do about her?” I asked. “I mean, there must be a real pill for it to be in the rules.”

“There is. It’s a mild sedative. Just calms you down. Doesn’t make you horny or fix any real problems. Just helps a girl that’s having a hard time relaxing while naked.”

“Oh,” I said. “So no drugs. I have to fix this some other way?”

The nurse nodded.

I slid from the bed and stood up. My round breasts swayed before me. I stared down at my body and then headed out of the nurse’s office. What to make of my own actions? I had clearly just gone wild. I found an excuse to indulge without finding guilt, and I did it.

A lot.

Way more than I ever thought possible. I had anal sex. I licked pussies. I sucked cocks. I reveled in the taste of cum. I couldn’t believe all the wild and naughty things I had done. I felt dazed as I headed naked down the hallway.

A heat rushed through me as I remembered all the things I did. Even being fucked by Shelena, bent over the toilet, and begging to be her slut only brought warmth and not shame. Well, a little shame. I felt like such an idiot for being so easily tricked.

For so easily throwing away my principals.

Why did I found the Purity Society?

Because I was scared of my own lusts and wanted to continue being a virgin? That thought made me shiver. I had never really thought of my motivations. I just embraced indignation and outrage. I shouted as loud as I could be, trying to impose my will on others because I was scared of having that own freedom for myself.

How messed up was that?

Did other moral busybodies do the same thing? Was that why those telling you not to do something were invariably found out to be guilty of doing it in secret. Did they project their own hangups on the world and then tried to mold it to their will instead of just letting people act how they wanted.

Look at Salome and Paloma. They were a dating couple who weren’t having sex with each other let alone others. They weren’t in my Purity Society, didn’t swear to uphold our pledge, and we’re doing it because it was their choice. They wanted their first time together to be special or something.

“Mmm, there you are,” a familiar voice purred. A pair of hands grabbed my rump, squeezing. “Lola Lovell… Damn, I still can’t believe you’re going naked and the week’s almost done.”

“Hi, Teal,” I said, looking back at the freshman. She was two years my junior and one of the best at groping girls in the Program. Though, from what I heard, she didn’t score that often. I understood. She had this desperation about her.

“Mmm, this ass,” she groaned, kneading my rump. I wiggled my hips, my sandy-blonde hair swaying about my face. “I love this ass, you know that?”

“I bet you do,” I purred. I couldn’t go back to that old me. I had learned that having sex wasn’t scary. Getting fucked like a slut by the college’s quarterback didn’t make me into a terrible girl. It just made me horny.

Human.

“Mmm, yeah, you like my asshole, don’t you,” I purred.

“Damn, it’s hot hearing you say that, prez.” Her fingers dug into my butt-cheeks, parting them and exposing my rump. “And look at that. I heard you got your asshole broken in by one of the Hayward twins this morning.”

“Uh-huh,” I said, wiggling my hips. “I had them both in me. Identical futa-cocks.”

“Shit, the Program is amazing,” the younger futa moaned. “Do you mind…? Can I… you know…?”

I giggled. She sounded so embarrassed, so innocent. Like I used. “You want to finger my asshole?”

“Yeah,” she said. “Can I?”

“Wet your finger first,” I said. I was right in the middle of the hallway. I could hear the bustling cafeteria echoing. We were close. I had gone to the nurse’s office to get a pill for Macie in lieu of lunch.

“I can’t believe this,” Teal groaned.

I glanced over my shoulder at her. Short, blonde hair framed her excited face. She popped her fingers into her mouth, sucking on them. Her left hand still groped my butt-cheek, squeezing me as she got them ready.

I groaned as she shoved her fingers between my butt-cheeks. She found my asshole, circling it. She teased me. This wicked heat surged through my body. I groaned, loving the sensation. I wiggled my hips back and forth as she teased me.

Then I gasped as she thrust her finger into my rectum. I shuddered as her digit went deeper and deeper. She worked it deeper into my bowels. My body shook. My heart pounded in my chest, the pleasure rippling down to my cunt.

“Oh, wow, I’m in your asshole, prez,” Teal groaned.

“Uh-huh,” I moaned, my bush absorbing my pussy juices. “Just pumping away, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she moaned. “Oh, wow, that’s good. That’s hot. I can’t believe it. Your bowels… Oh, wow, your bowels are incredible.”

“I’m glad you enjoy them.” I wiggled my hips. “Slip that second finger in me. Really pump them in and out. Get me ready for your cock.”

“My cock?” she groaned and then thrust her second finger into my bowels. “Really? I can fuck you?”

“Mmm, why do you think I’m letting you do this?” I asked. I reached behind me, finding the skirt she wore. I felt her bulge and squeezed it.

She whimpered in delight. The younger futa plunged her fingers into my asshole. She rammed them deep and hard. I quivered, my asshole clenching around her digits. The pleasure rippled through me. I tossed my head from side to side, the heat growing and swelling with every plunge. I shuddered, my breasts jiggling.

She pumped them in me faster and faster. She jammed them so deep and hard into my anal sheath. My bowels gripped them, increasing the stimulation. My moans bled down the empty hallway. I shifted my feet, rocking to her finger’s thrusts.

“Oh, my goddess, you’re so tight,” she moaned. “I have lube in my backpack.”

“Get it out!” I panted, my ass on fire. “Lube that big futa-dick and fuck me.”

“Prez!” she squealed. For a moment, I feared she came in her panties before I had a chance to enjoy her girl-dick.

She ripped her fingers out of my asshole. I shuddered and then took two steps to the lockers. I pressed my face into the cool, metal surface and wiggled my rump at her. I needed that eighteen-year-old futa to fuck my asshole. I ached for it.

I watched as she hauled up her tight skirt, exposing a pair of sky-blue panties cut to fit her cock. She shoved those down to her knees, her futa-dick popping out. She had a shaved twat, her shaft thrusting from those pink folds beading with her juices. She scrambled to take off her backpack and dig through it.

She found the lube. Held it up in triumph.

I bit my lower lip and whimpered in anticipation, my asshole aching from her fingers’ stimulation. She slathered a generous amount of the pinkish lube on her cock and then advanced on me, this look of awe in her green eyes. Her slender body trembled.

“This is really happening,” she groaned. “I’m ass-fucking the president of the Purity Society.”

“Enjoy it while it lasts,” I moaned. “Fuck my asshole.”

She pressed her girl-dick between the cheeks of my ass. She rubbed it up and down, the slippery lube coating my crack. Then she found her target. She pressed against my asshole. I savored that wonderful ache, my sphincter ready to be buggered.

She thrust forward slowly. Not a hard ram like Shelena would have delivered. I groaned, my entire body quivering as more and more of my asshole swallowed the futa’s cock. My anal ring widened. I quivered as the velvety friction melted burning heat down to my cunt.

I loved it. I moaned, rubbing my face into the cool locker as she went deeper and deeper.

“Oh, my goddess, prez!” she gasped. “You’re so tight. So cool. Oh, yes, yes!”

“Mmm, you better fuck my ass hard,” I moaned. “Better stir me up!”

“Yes!” she groaned and drew back her girl-cock. The lube slicked the way. It felt incredible. “I’ll make you explode, prez.”

She slammed back into me hard. Her clothes rustled around her body as she pounded me. Her shaved pussy lips smacked into my rump, smearing her juices on my butt-cheeks. I groaned, my bowels drinking in the velvety friction.

It felt incredible.

She pumped hard and fast. She slammed her girl-dick deep and hard into my asshole. Her every plunge had me groaning and grunting. I felt dizzy from the lust. From the delight of having my asshole reamed by her futa-dick.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. “Oh, Teal, yes! That’s good. Mmm, ram that futa-dick in and out of my bowels.”

“Going to make you cum!” she moaned. “Going to make the president of the Purity Society cum on my big futa-dick!”

“You will, naughty futa!” I cooed.

That excited her.

She plunged hard and fast into my asshole. She pounded me like I was a naughty slut. The force pressed my body against the lockers. My nipples kissed the cool metal, my tits pillowing against them. I shuddered, my bowels squeezing down on her girl-dick.

The friction was incredible. Her hard, powerful strokes built me towards my orgasm. I savored this. I reveled in the delight of being ass-fucked by the younger futa. Her clit-dick buried to the hilt in me over and over.

My moans echoed down the hallway. Pleasure burst from my nipples. My cunt clenched tighter about her thrusting futa-dicks. She plowed hard into me. Fast. She buried that thick cock into me until I thought I would explode. I groaned, squeezing down around her dick. The pleasure was incredible. Intense.

Amazing.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. “Oh, wow, fuck me hard! Pound me! I’m going to cum!”

She whimpered.

“That’s right! The president of the Purity Society is going to cum on your big dick!” I moaned, clenching down on her plunging girl-cock.

Those words set us both off.

My orgasm exploded through me. My asshole writhed around her spurting girl-dick while my pussy convulsed, aching to be filled. The heady scent of my spicy musk filled my nose. Teal rammed into my spasming bowels, her cum flooding my anal sheath.

I loved the feel of her pumping my bowels full of her seed. I groaned and whimpered. Pussy juices spilled down my thighs, soaking my bush. I trembled against the locker as my orgasm peaked in me. I groaned, savoring that wonderful bliss.

An idea sparked through my mind. I was the president of the Purity Society.

“Oh, my goddess, that was amazing, prez!” panted Teal as she leaned against me.

“Uh-huh,” I moaned. “But I need to speak to Ginny and Candice.”

“What?” Teal asked, sounding confused.

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Lola Lovell’s Week, Friday

I was relieved when Macie showed up for classes the next day. When she saw me, her cheeks went red. She went to head in the other direction, but I rushed up to her and grabbed her wrists, turning her to face me.

She wouldn’t look me in the eyes.

“There’s a meeting of the Purity Society after classes,” I told her. “Mandatory. We need to clear the air about what happened.”

Macie gave a single nod.

I let her go. I hoped this worked.

The day was long, and though it was fun, the worry about the meeting lingered in the back of my mind. It might be why I had so much sex during the day, using every opportunity I could to have a futa-cock spurting cum somewhere in or on my body.

Or maybe I was just enjoying my last day in the Program and wanted to have as much sex as I could. I didn’t think I’d be this much a slut when it was over. This week was a free pass to go wild, and I had wasted two of my days.

The A/V club kept smiling whenever I saw one of their members, even the two virgins. Ginny and Candice had loved my idea and they had told their president, Guanting Chan. The Chinese futa had agreed to help me back.

I’d sucked her cock just because I wanted another taste of her futa-cum.

Finally, my last period was over. I was free to get dressed if I wanted. I wasn’t in the Program any longer. All the futas in my creative writing class gave my tits a final grope and my ass a final squeeze before they filed out of the hallways, even Charisma who was as naked as I was.

It was Friday, so the college emptied fast. I was hardly accosted at all on my way to the meeting room of the Purity Society. The last futa barely gave my tit a squeeze on her way out the door to enjoy her weekend.

I mean, the least she could have done was massage my nipple. Let me feel like she appreciated my round breasts.

I giggled at that. I had changed so much. I had taken off my self-imposed shackles, and now it was time to free those who I had chained. I didn’t know if it would work, if the others could be freed or if they were just as confused as me.

Well, I was their leader. I was wrong about what we did, and I had an obligation to share my revelation to them.

I met up with the A/V club near the meeting room. Candice and Ginny were both naked, the futa more embarrassed than her girlfriend. Candice had a big blush despite how hard her cock was. I didn’t know if it was the biggest cock at Rogers College, but that nerdy futa was packing a monster beneath her skirt.

Ginny was a lucky girl.

“Okay, they’re all in there,” Guanting said, holding her camera.

“We’re ready to do this,” said Paloma. She held another case while her girlfriend, Salome, stood beside her with a laptop. “Let’s make something hot.”

I couldn’t believe the pair made porn together and weren’t having sex, but why would they lie about being virgins?

I turned around and marched into the Purity Society naked. Every head whipped around. The girls gasped at the sight of me marching forward with my tits out. Macie was sitting at the table up front, her place as the vice president. Her eyes widened.

“Why is she still naked?” asked Georgia.

“I thought she could get dressed again,” said Kylie. She shook her head.

“Is it the pill?” asked Britney.

“I can’t believe the college did that to her,” said the angry Jamie.

The two futas in the group were trying not to look at me as they sat next to their girlfriends.

I reached the front of the room and Macie kept staring down at her hands. I faced my society, everyone dressed in long skirts and blouse buttoned up to their necks. Cheeks were flushed. The two futas were squirming while the six girls were gossiping.

“I have had an epiphany,” I said, staring out at my followers. “The last few days, you might have seen me change.”

Heads nodded. Girls muttered.

“This shame and guilt we place on ourselves is terrible.” I planted my hands on my hips as I faced them, my breasts jiggling. In the back, Guanting and her club set up the camera equipment, plugging in cords. “I spent so much energy fighting it. I wore myself ragged trying to deny the desires brimming inside of me.

“No longer.”

Macie stood up so fast, her chair rolled back and crashed into the wall behind her. She threw a look at me, her brown hair swaying about her face. “This isn’t you talking. It’s just the pill.”

“That’s right,” Sandra said. “It’s awful that President McTaggart forced you to take it.”

“Yeah!” Asuka said. “We should lobby to have that rule changed.”

“It’s perverse,” Britney said.

“It’s not the pill talking,” I said. “What I took was a placebo. A sugar pill. Everything I did was all me. I had so much fun doing it, too.” I glanced at Macie. “We had fun when I went down on you. Mmm, you came hard and showered me in your pussy cream.”

My friend’s face went scarlet. An outcry burst through the Purity Society. Some were full of disbelief. Others were shocked. Even angry. They shook their heads. A tide of furious defiance rushed at me for a moment.

“This can’t be you!” said Sandra. She bolted her feet and glared at me. “Not after all we worked on. We had plans.”

“The college corrupted you, Lola!” Georgia said. “You succumbed to sin.”

“I did,” I said, lifting my chin. “And? What’s so wrong with what I did? This isn’t ‘ye olden times.’ It’s the modern world. I had a wild time this week. Maybe I won’t be a slut next week or in ten years, but right now, I am enjoying learning about my body. My desires. They’re a part of me. They’re not something I should be ashamed of. Not something I should pretend I don’t feel. I’m not a hypocrite. I’m a woman with passions. With desires. I am ready to enjoy them. You don’t have to. You can make that decision for yourself, but don’t make it because you think embracing your desires is wrong.

“Don’t let some moral busybody like me beat you into submission and shame you into denying what you want. If you want to be a virgin, that’s amazing. Salome and Paloma back there are dating and waiting. That’s wonderful. It’s they’re choice.”

Heads whipped around to look at them. Paloma had this blushing look on her face while the girl squirmed beneath the scrutiny and looked down at her hands. I didn’t mean to call them out, but it was important.

“And If you want to be like me, if you want to get fucked by a futa’s hard cock while eating a girl’s hot pussy, then you should be free to do that without anyone judging you. I won’t. And I hope you won’t do the same with me. I hope you’ll accept me for who I am.” I took in a deep breath. “And this is who I am!

“A slut!”

The girls gasped and Macie trembled as Ginny and Candice headed forward. Both freshmen were naked, their breasts jiggling. They both had about the same size tits, round and bouncing. Ginny’s red hair danced about her shoulders while Candice’s blonde swayed in a pair of pigtails. She pushed up her glasses, her blue eyes bright.

Ginny’s green eyes smoldered.

“You can’t be serious!” gasped Sandra. “In front of us?”

“I want you to watch and see the sort of pleasure that you’re missing out on by denying who you truly are.” I smiled at them. “This is my last act as the president of the Purity Society. If you hate me when I’m done, then you can leave. If I inspired you, I hope you’ll stay and have a good time. Sex is amazing. I’ll prove it.”

Ginny slipped onto the table. Macie backed away. She watched with this shocked look in her eye. I hoped our friendship would survive as I crawled between Ginny’s spread thighs, my round tits swaying before me. I wanted them to see me love a futa and a girl.

Ginny’s snatch looked freshly shaved with a triangle of red hair pointing down at her naked pussy lips. Her vulva had a plumpness to it and glistened with a coating of her pussy juices. I leaned in and inhaled deeply, breathing in her tangy musk.

“Eat me, Lola!” she moaned, squeezing her round breasts. They were topped by puffy, pink nipples. Her areolas were as swollen as her nubs.

“I’d love to,” I moaned and buried my face between her thighs.

“Oh, my gosh, she’s really eating her pussy,” said Asuka.

“Wow,” said Elizabeth, Georgia’s futa-girlfriend.

“This can’t be happening,” said Sandra. “Lola, you were supposed to be our leader and… Oh, my.”

“Ginny’s really… looking happy.”

“So happy,” Ginny moaned as I lapped away at her pussy. “Ooh, she’s got her tongue diving into my folds.

I shuddered as Salome approached holding one of the cameras. The virgin, Hispanic girl was filming me eating out Ginny’s cunt. My tongue ran through her folds, lapping up her tangy twat. She tasted so good. Her shaved folds felt so hot against my mouth.

“Oh, my gosh, look at that cock,” gasped Jamie. “Candice is hung.”

“Wow,” said Sandra. “You’re not that big, right, Janelle?”

“No,” Sandra’s futa-girlfriend answered.

“Good, that’s too big. It can’t fit in and… Oh, my, she’s going to slide into Lola.”

I groaned as I felt Candice’s futa-cock pressing on my pussy. My tongue dove into Ginny’s pussy, swirling around inside of her. I trembled in anticipation. I felt my entire society watching with shocked eyes. They were truly seeing sex for the first time, not ignoring it like we had all week.

“Fuck her, Candice!” Ginny moaned. “Oh, yes, yes, do it, honey!”

Her futa-girlfriend thrust. Candice’s thick futa-cock penetrated my pussy. That large girth stretched me out. I whimpered, my cunt savoring that big cock plunging deeper and deeper into me. I groaned into Ginny’s twat, rubbing my face into her depths.

Her thighs locked around my head. She ground against me. She humped and moaned and shuddered as her futa-girlfriend fucked me hard and fast. She rammed her girl-dick into my depths. It was incredible. A thrill to enjoy. I shuddered, squeezing around her.

Her hard thrusts pumped in and out of me. I whimpered in delight. That pleasure built and built with her every thrust. She plowed hard into me. Fast. She buried her girl-dick into my cunt. I loved it. Her cock filled me to the hilt.

“Oh, wow, Ginny,” Candice moaned. “Oh, she’s tight.”

“Mmm, fuck her hard and show those girls how great futa-cock is!” Ginny panted, grinding her pussy against my face.

It was such a darling idea. I loved it.

I wiggled my hips, stirring my cunt around that thick cock reaming me. Candice thrust hard and fast. Her huge futa-dick plundered me. It was a wicked delight to enjoy. A passion that would have my head spinning with rapture.

The girls were all watching me. I could hear them whispering. What were they thinking? Salome and Paloma moved around us with the cameras, capturing the naughty threesome. My pussy clenched around Candice’s cock from the excitement of this moment.

From the thrill of it.

“Oh, yes, yes,” gasped Ginny, Her round breasts jiggling as she ground her eighteen-year-old twat on my mouth. “That’s so good. Oh, Lola, I’m going to cum on this mouth.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” I moaned. “And I’m going to cum on your futa-girlfriend’s big dick.”

“Hot!” Ginny panted. “Isn’t her cock just the best? I had a lot when I was gangbanged, and Candice’s is just amazing. I love her so much. Candice, honey, make Lola cum, too. You know I like it when you make girls cum.”

“I will,” Candice promised.

“She’s such a sweetie!” Ginny squealed.

My tongue flicked up and down her slit. I caressed her. Teased her. I did such wicked things to her. It was incredible. I loved every moment of pleasing her. My cunt squeezed around Candice’s thrusting cock. The friction burned inside of me.

She had me stretched out to my limits. I quivered there, shaking and whimpering. I was on the verge of this huge orgasm. It would be incredible. I whimpered, my pussy squeezing around that big dick, my breasts shaking.

“I can’t believe this,” Sandra said. “It’s kind of hot.”

“Yeah,” Janelle said. “It’s uh… You know.”

“I bet.”

“Oh, my, this is really happening,” Britney said. She sounded like she was about to hyperventilate. “Lola, you’re really… You’re eating her pussy…”

“It’s great,” I said. “You all should try eating a girl’s pussy.”

I thought I heard someone whisper, “Yes,” but I wasn’t sure who it was.

My pleasure was building. I could feel my plan was working. They were all watching. Witnessing. This had to make them so hot. I trembled as my pussy clamped down on Candice’s cock. She rammed hard into me, rocking my body forward. My face pressed tighter into Ginny’s shaved twat.

My tongue lapped through her folds, licking her, teasing her. She tasted so good. Feasting on her was almost as exciting as being fucked by Candice. That big futa-dick just stretched me out. I was on the verge of cumming.

I didn’t feel the need to hold back. I embraced my passions.

I came on Candice’s big futa-cock.

My pussy convulsed around her shaft. The pleasure surged through me. This wicked and wonderful delight that had me dizzy with bliss. I groaned into Ginny’s pussy as the ecstasy washed through my body.

“She’s cumming, Ginny!” Candice gasped. “She’s cumming hard. She’s writhing around me.”

“Oh, wonderful!” Ginny moaned. The redhead grabbed my blonde hair and pulled. She slid my lips up to her clit. “Just suck right there. I’m so close and… and… Yes!”

She bucked and humped against me. She smeared her hot cunt against my hungry mouth. I licked and lapped at her. I teased her. I savored every bit of her juices pouring down my mouth. It was an incredible delight to enjoy.

My pussy spasmed down hard on the dick thrusting into my pussy. I drank down Ginny’s cunt cream. I licked at her as Candice buried to the hilt in my convulsing twat. My orgasms kept washing through me.

“She keeps cumming,” whimpered Kylie.

“I know,” panted Asuka.

“This is so hot to watch,” said Janelle. “I mean…”

“We shouldn’t be watching this,” Britney moaned.

“No,” Georgia panted. “But… but… Elizabeth… Is this… I mean…”

“Yeah,” Elizabeth panted.

“Oh, goddess, yes!” Candice moaned.

Her futa-dick erupted into my cunt. I gasped at the hot feel of her jizz spurting into me. That wonderful heat bathed my pussy. I groaned, my hips dancing from side to side around her spurting cock. Hot cream spilled down my thighs as she filled me with her spunk.

This wonderful heat burned through me. My orgasm surged even hotter. “Yes, yes, yes!” I howled into Ginny’s cunt. “This is amazing.”

“It is!” Ginny groaned. She panted on the table, her body twitching. “Oh, Lola, that was great.”

My pussy milked Candice’s cock dry as my orgasm peaked in me. I buzzed with rapture, my blood coursing with euphoria. Then Candice ripped her big futa-dick out of my cunt, leaving me so empty. I lifted my head and stared out at the Purity Society.

They were all flushed-faced and squirming. They were looking around. Britney kept glancing at Guanting who had her dick out and was stroking it. Kylie was eyeing Jamie. They were holding hands.

“See,” I said, stepping off the table. I looked out at them. Sandra and Janelle had scooted their chairs closer and Georgia and Elizabeth were clutching each other’s hands with death grips. “What was so wrong about that? We were making each other feel amazing. Ginny and Candice still love each other.”

“More and more every day,” Ginny said. “Candice is my heroine. She saved me from that bitch Shelena once. She helped me understand how wonderful sex is.”

“See, they love each other and can share,” I said. “Then you have Salome and Paloma who are waiting. You can be faithful to your partner, have an open relationship, or just have all the fun you want in the world. You don’t have to hide who you are. You don’t have to repress yourself. Aren’t you tired of being horny all the time and shaming yourself for the natural reaction of your body?”

“Yes!” Macie screamed. She darted to me and took my hands. She grabbed them in her crushing grip. She stood before me, her brown eyes were wild. “I’m so tired of it. I… I…”

“Yes?” I said, eager for what my best friend would reveal.

“I’m a lesbian!” she gasped. She trembled as she said that. “Oh, my gosh, I just said that out loud. I’m just into girls. I don’t lick cocks at all. I think they’re icky. But girls… Breasts and… and… pussies. They’re amazing. When you ate me out on Wednesday, I was terrified of how much I liked it and afraid of what it meant, and then when you revealed you were into futas, I was crushed. I didn’t come to classes because I was embarrassed, but because I thought there wouldn’t be a chance with you.”

“Oh, Macie,” I said, not sure how to respond to this.

“Then I just watched you, and you loved eating Ginny’s pussy as much as you loved being fucked by Candice’s cock and… and… I had this idea…” She licked her lips. “Maybe… Maybe I could just be the only girl you do that with.”

“Eat pussy?” I asked.

“Have sex.” She shivered. “I mean, you can keep doing things with futas, but… but… I love you, Lola.”

She kissed me with my mouth stained in Ginny’s pussy cream. I gasped at the hunger in my friend’s mouth. A groan ran through the rest of the Purity Society, a sound that floated through my mind. I was half-aware of it beneath the tied of rapture that shot through my body.

Macie was kissing me.

Hard.

She loved me.

My best friend loved me.

I struggled to think, to understand my emotion as her hungry lips worked on mine. Her clothed body pressed against me. Candice’s futa-cum leaked out of my twat as this wave of heat washed through me.

This was exciting. I had known Macie for so long. We were best friends. Close. Could we become closer?

I kissed her back. My hands cupped her cheeks while her hands found my breasts. She squeezed and kneaded them. This wicked heat shot through me. I groaned and squirmed. My heart pounded in my chest. Blood boiled in my veins.

I broke the kiss with Macie and stared into her eyes. “I… I could be exclusive. With you. The only girl. I mean, I still like cocks.”

She nodded.

“And one day, I might have a futa-girlfriend.”

“So long as she’s fine sharing you with me,” Macie said, this wild passion burning in her eyes. “Then I’ll be fine sharing her with you. I love you, Lola.”

“Deal,” I said. “I love you, too, Macie. You know that. I always have.”

“But I love love you,” she moaned.

My heart beat faster. That made me quiver. “Well… I might… I mean… I think I love love you, too. I mean, you’re so sexy and—”

She kissed me again and pushed me back to the table. I groaned at the hunger of her kiss. The passion. She was on top of me. Salome moved in with the camera on the right, filming us. I shuddered, my tongue dancing with Macie’s while my nipples throbbed against her dress. This was so wild. So exciting.

Macie broke the kiss and moved down my body. I groaned as her hands kneaded my breasts. She squeezed them and played with them. Her hair brushed them as she moved her face between them. I gasped as she kissed at my inner slope. She sucked and nibbled and did such naughty things to me. I whimpered, this heat surging through my blood.

She was going to make me feel so naughty.

Her tongue licked out. I gasped as she dragged it up my tit. She climbed it higher and higher. She reached my nipple and flicked it. I groaned as my nub quivered. She circled it, dancing around it. Then she sucked on it.

“Macie!” I gasped. “Oh, wow, Macie, that’s good.”

She sucked and nursed there. She nibbled and teased me. I groaned as she danced her tongue around my nub. My cum-filled pussy clenched. I trembled, my heart pounding in my chest as I squirmed on my back.

Then her mouth popped off, and she grinned at me. “Mmm, I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”

“I’m glad you finally did,” I said.

“Now, there is something really naughty that you did to me,” she purred. “Something I want to do even more than sucking on your nipple.” She slid down my body, her brown hair falling about her tan face.

My eyes widened. “I’m full of Candice’s cum.”

“I don’t care,” she moaned. “I have to get used to this. You and futas.”

I gasped as she thrust her tongue into my cunt and licked out Candice’s futa-spunk. This was incredible. Her tongue felt so naughty as it darted through my folds, gathering the girl-jizz. Her nose brushed my clit as she drove it into my twat.

“Oh, wow, Macie,” I moaned as she swirled it around in me. “Ooh, that’s nice. Oh, my, that’s very nice.”

She giggled and then flicked her tongue up to my clit. I gasped, this amazing heat surging through me. Then she kissed back down to the entrance of my pussy. Her tongue darted into my depths to scoop up more of Candice’s cum.

I heard other moans and pants of passion. Clothes rustled. The Purity Society was getting into the swing of things, but I could only focus on Macie and her amazing tongue. She licked and lapped and pleased my body.

I trembled, loving this pleasure. It swept through my body. I groaned, my hands balling into tight fists. I humped against her. My back arched. I panted and shuddered, this heat surging through me. I gripped her head and ground against her mouth.

“Yes, yes, Macie!” I gasped. “Oh, you’re amazing. I’m going to cum so hard.”

“Good,” she moaned. “Mmm, you taste good. I like this. I really, really do.”

“I’m glad you can be yourself!” I panted, staring down at her as she dove her tongue back into my pussy’s depths.

There was such joy in her brown eyes as she feasted on me. She didn’t have to pretend any longer. She didn’t have to be ashamed of her desires. I was so happy for her. For everyone. My round breasts jiggled as she plunged her tongue deep into my twat.

My orgasm built and built with her every lick. Her tongue massaged my clit. She brushed it. Little sparks surged through my twat. I groaned, my eyes fluttering. I humped hard against her hungry mouth. This amazing delight built and built and built in me.

“Oh, wow, that feels amazing,” Georgia moaned. “You’re in me, Elizabeth!”

“I love you!” Janelle moaned.

“Oh, my gosh!” gasped Britney. “Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh, that’s good.”

“Ooh, look at Candice go! She’s fucking Ginny hard!” Kylie moaned.

“Making me so wet!” Jamie panted. “You want to…?”

“Yeah!”

I shuddered at the sounds of passion. Macie fluttered her tongue up and down my twat, no longer exploring in my depths. She must have licked out all my cum. Her right hand shot up my body. She squeezed my breast, kneading it while her tongue danced over my clit.

I bucked on the table. It creaked as the pleasure swelled and swelled in me. My chest tightened. I could feel I was on the cusp of my explosion. On the edge of drowning in bliss. I had to embrace it. Love it.

I had to just detonate in rapture.

“Macie!” I howled as I exploded on her face.

My pussy juices gushed out of me. They bathed her lips and mouth. Her tongue lapped at me while her hand dug into my tit. She groaned into my twat, teasing me. Her tongue caressed my labia, sending the waves of bliss washing through my body.

“I love you, Macie!” I howled.

I spasmed on the table. I humped against her mouth as she licked and lapped up my passion. Sparks burst to life across my vision as the rapture inundated my mind. That wonderful bliss swirled through my thoughts, bathing over all my gray matter and setting off such rapture.

“Yes, yes! You’re amazing! You’re awesome! Macie!”

“Lola!” she groaned between licks.

It was incredible. Amazing. I trembled through my orgasm. It hit this wonderful peak, this pinnacle of ecstasy. Macie gave me this pleasure. I wanted to deliver so much more to her. I wanted to love her so much.

I would love her.

“Oh, Macie, yes!” I gasped as my orgasm died into buzzing bliss. “That was great. How was it?”

“Futa-cum isn’t bad,” she said as she lifted her head from my pussy. “And your juices were incredible.”

I shuddered and smiled in delight.

As I came down from the orgasm that Macie delivered, I stood up and gazed out at the Purity Society. Guanting had her dick sliding into Britney’s pussy while Sandra was shuddering with her futa-girlfriend. Jamie and Kylie were naked and writhing on the floor, maybe tribbing their pussies together, while Georgia rode her futa-girlfriend’s cock and gasping out in delight.

I had a new society, I realized. The Perverts Society. I smiled at that naughty name. And we would have a new mission. I had fun with Nurse Luann on Wednesday, but we had skirted the rules of the Program when she ate me out. That wasn’t fair.

“What are you thinking about?” asked Macie as she rose up between my thighs, her face coated in my pussy cream.

I pulled her close to me. “Our next project. The Program has this one pesky rule. It’s like a leftover from the past, a bit of shame still put on people.”

“What?” she asked. “The A/V club is filming this. They’re going to make it into a porno and sale it for the college. What shame is left?”

“Staff and students can’t fuck normally,” I said. “They had to pretend to date, like Ms. Tyrell does with her students, or they have to make up convoluted reasons why it’s part of their lesson. They shouldn’t have to. If they weren’t our professors, we could fuck them all we wanted. That’s our next mission.”

“That pill really changed you,” said Macie.

“It was a placebo,” I said.

“I know.” Macie leaned in, her lips coming closer. “Doesn’t change the fact it transformed you.”

She kissed me, her lips tasting of my spicy pussy. I shuddered, kissing her back. Our breasts pressed together. Our nipple brushed as I savored my girlfriend. I shuddered at that thought. I had a girlfriend and now I needed a futa-girlfriend.

I was sure I could find one. There were a lot of great candidates at the school. Maybe that Teal. She was younger, but she was so enthusiastic. It was fun getting ass-fucked by her.

I was glad I was inducted into the Program. I could have stayed as that uptight, moral busybody for the rest of my life. The woman trying to stop all the fun. To imposing my will on others and demanding that they act just like me instead of letting them do their own thing.

That sugar pill had changed everything.

To be continued in the next Naked in School Tale…

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“The glamorous, high profile couple who the media refer to as the Power Couple are in town. I am sure you know the couple I am referring to, the international models Barb and Adrian. Does Thursday afternoon work for you?,” my agent Ada asked.

Thursday afternoon did work for me. I did realize Barb and Adrian, the famous and glamorous, high profile international models, were in town for some fashion parades, a couple I had often wondered about. Wondering if just some of the rumours about them and their sexual peccadillos were true. Barb with the wonderful body that has appeared on countless magazine covers and in even more magazine and media features. Adrian, the macho, alpha male with a body to match his reputation. “You do realise this is a code 22, they both want to have sex with you Michael?”

I made a point of doing a Google search on Barb and Adrian. Just like many other famous couples there was a huge amount of information. Scores of pics of them modelling together, lots of pics of Barb in expensive designer clothing. Some pics of her almost naked when she was younger. many, many titillating gossipy stories alluding to their sex lives, together and with other partners.

I was flattered to have drawn the attention of such an internationally known, high profile couple. When my agent refers to a code 22, that means Barb wants to fuck me, and her man Adrian wants to give me a head job while she watches, something Ada’s agency specialises in providing. Fine by me, even for a Thursday afternoon I will receive what is five or six weeks pay for most of the people working in the hotel they are staying at.

I am Michael, in my late twenties, 72 inches tall, 168 pounds, a toned, fit body and genetically lucky to possess a large, thick cock, ten-inches when erect. I live in Sydney, Australia and used to moonlight as a gigolo or male escort.

That was before Ada asked me to work for her ‘exclusive agency’. “We have a wide ranging client list, males and females, and lots of constant work,” she told me as she auditioned me. “And we provide for some very kinky people, even famous people with lots of sexual fetishes.”

I quickly learnt Ada did have a niche clientele of older women who enjoy watching their toy boy, lover or husband giving a blowjob to a younger well hung gigolo after they have watched her fucking him. It can be incredibly exciting for me if the woman is actively participating, a three-way, even more exciting if the woman has a sexy persona and a good body.

I do love a challenge, in the past Ada had arranged a number of high profile and famous women as clients for me: business executives. company directors, politicians, wives of famous men, famous actresses, entertainers, and many more. Though this would be the first time with apparently bi-sexual, glamorous and internationally famous models.

When I arrived at their hotel suite it was Barb who greeted me, recognising her immediately, though I didn’t recognise the glamorous woman standing close by. “You have an awesome reputation Michael. So do we, most of it might even be true,” Barb smiled. I suddenly realised the second woman was Adrian in drag, confirming the rumours he was a cross dresser. At that moment a very exciting cross dresser.

Both of them were wearing stage make up, as though they were about to feature in a fashion parade. When I stood back to focus, Barb was wearing high heels and stockings underneath a short, black skirt and a white silk blouse. Adrian was similarly dressed wearing low heels and stockings underneath a short, black skirt and a white silk blouse.

I always get a special buzz when I expose my naked body for a new lover, or two new lovers as was the case that day,, a female and a male. It was Adrian who told me in an agitated voice, “You were highly recommended for Barb and me. We were expecting a really well hung man. Don’t disappoint us.” That was my cue to remove my shirt and loafers, alternating my gaze between Barb and Adrian as I teased my nipples with my fingertips, before my slacks fell to my ankles. Teasing both of them some more as I ran my fingertips over my nipples again, a tease for me also as my cock grew under my jock strap.

I wasn’t sure who had the most interest in my almost naked body, Barb or Adrian, before I slid my jock strap under my balls, fully exposing my not yet fully erect cock. Alternating my gaze between Barb and Adrian as I teased the underside of my cock, the three of us watching it become a thick, ten-inch erection. Taunting Adrian when I asked him, “Is that what you expected? Is that what you wanted?” The look on his face and Barb’s confirming my ten-inch erection was indeed what they had expected and wanted.

Barb was kissing me with her tongue while Adrian watched. Commencing the removal of his skirt, lifting it high enough to show the tops of his stockings, then the garter belt straps, before he turned his back. Barb pulled on his skirt before it fell to the floor. Adrian posing hands on hips, as he has done countless times in magazines and fashion parades. Though this time showing his alpha, macho ass in a garter belt before he turned to show Barb and me his already impressive, erect cock.

“You know I love to watch another man fucking you baby. And you know what I want afterwards while you watch. Do you want me to spell it out for you and Michael? Yes? I want to give Michael a blow job, a head job. Suck his big, thick ten-inch erection. Would you like to watch baby?”

“You know I want to watch you suck Michael’s huge cock. Give him a blow job, a head job. After I have him, after I fuck him. Are you going to worship my big ass while I fuck him?” I was amazed how incredibly comfortable Barb and Adrian were with each other, talking freely in my presence, a huge extra turn on for me.

Adrian did worship her beautiful big ass while she was fucking me in the dominant position, on top of me, expertly using me. Talking to both of us while he watched Barb expertly using her cunt muscles to excite me. Adrian was exciting eye candy for me while he watched his partner fucking me. Reminding myself men and women expose their body hair differently. Waxing, using pantyhose or shaving can turn a man into a more realistic woman. Adrian’s eyebrows were a key as well, his sculpted eyebrows were a convincing look, his nails were an obvious detail. A manicure to achieve the look he wanted. While Barb had an exciting, small black triangle.

Barb was a very verbose lover, talking to me all the while. “You are huge. So big in me. You fill me up. I’m in charge, Don’t you dare cum before me. Do you like watching me fucking him Adrian? Yes? Then worship my ass some more.

Barb was an even better fuck than I imagined, a ten, on top of me, riding me, using me, talking to me,”You are such a good fuck. Such a huge cock in me. Will you be able to get it up for Adrian later on? Can you feel me cumming for you? Climaxing for you? Yes?

Then a few minutes later. “Can you feel me cumming for you? Climaxing for you? Yes? Do you like Adrian watching? Yes? So good, cum with me, cum with me, cum with me. Now, Right now.”

I did get it up for Adrian a little over an hour later, a real boner, when he kissed and licked my erection with Barb watching, I was reminded of Ada telling me, “We provide for some very kinky people, even famous people with lots of sexual fetishes.” Barb and Adrian certainly fitted that demographic.

Always good for my ego when one of Ada’s high profile clients has me or uses me. And good for my libido when a new partner is out prove their sexual expertise to me, as Adrian was. A macho, alpha male at first glance on the fashion board walk. An alternate, closet gay man when It suits him. It did suit him that day with his partner watching and urging him on.

Barb and Adrian were an incredibly sexually polished couple, sharing each other’s sexual pleasure. Knowing what each other liked and wanted, so experienced at maximising my sexual pleasure and theirs. Barb doing wonderful things to my nipples while her man simultaneously did even more wonderful things to my erection. Teasing and edging me while Barb asked, “Is he good? You are the biggest man we have ever had. Would you like to worship my famous ass while he edges you to orgasm? Yes?”

I did worship her famous ass that had been photographed countless times bulging out of swimsuit and lingerie shots while her man Adrian edged me. Barb talking to him all the while, telling him what she wanted to watch and see for her own sexual satisfaction.

I was flattered when Barb and Adrian gave me an invitation to their next fashion parade, a major event a few nights later in the same hotel. Both of them promising me the after party could be very exciting.

I was sitting in the front row alongside my agent Ada, listening to the feedback Barb and Adrian had given her while waiting for the show to commence. “You impressed both Barb and Adrian, Michael. You realise you are part of the after party entertainment tonight, don’t you? I did realise as soon as Adrian had asked me to wear one of the sexy male thongs he had given me.

My agent Ada was a standout among the dozens of other glamorous women from the fashion industry. After she turned forty she had retired to concentrate on her thriving escort business after commanding very large amounts of money as a predominantly lesbian escort. Her reputation as a lesbian lover still extant. She looked effortlessly fabulous in her designer outfit, her still wonderful body obvious, drawing covetous glances from men and women. And me. Second guessing why Ada was here tonight. Did Barb want to have her, make love to her while Adrian had me?

Watching Barb and Adrian working together on the stage, reinforced how professional and how good they were as international models, wonderful chemistry, body language and sexuality. Both of them almost naked in some outfits, both of them showing their almost naked asses in thongs, holding hands as they strutted together, the audience responding. Not a hint of their bi-sexuality and kinky tastes. Both of them blowing subtle kisses at Ada and me in the front row.

The after party was held in an adjoining room of the hotel. After forty-minutes the organisers moved a very small group of *********** trade buyers and Barb and Adrian to another room with a small stage. Earlier Barb and Adrian were almost naked in some outfits, both of them showing their almost naked asses in thongs, holding hands as they strutted together. The small audience was hushed when they reappeared on the stage in the skimpiest outfit they had modelled earlier.

The sexual tension was dynamic when It became obvious Barb and Adrian were going to perform for the small group of *********** trade buyers, half of them female, half of them male with the expectations of increased sales for the organisers, and kinky bi-sexual pleasure for themselves.

The sexual tension was incredible when Ada joined Barb on the stage, while Adrian and me sat behind the small audience. Barb and Ada were magnificent together, the former top lesbian escort and one of the current top female international models. Kissing passionately with their tongues before Barb and Ada undressed each other, Barb feasting on Ada’s still wonderful tits, arousing her nipples.

Every time I look at Ada’s naked body, which is not often enough. I drool over it. The first time was when I first auditioned for her, looking at her naked body but not touching it. And a few times since when she came out of retirement for special clients when I was part of the mix.

It was easy to understand why Ada used to command huge fees as lesbian escort while we watched her go down on Barb. The people watching could hear Barb whisper, “You are so good Ada. I love what you are doing to me. Fuck my cunt, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt.”

That was the cue for Adrian and me to join the women on the stage. I do enjoy sex with an audience watching, an extra stimulus for me. Adrian had asked me to wear one of the sexy male thongs he had given me.

It wasn’t the first time a small audience had watched another man undress me, though this was the most exciting. Two bi-sexual men wanting sexual pleasure and gratification. The small female / male audience a huge extra turn on for both of us. My exhibitionist side enjoying Adrian teasing my cock to a full, thick ten-inch erection,

I wasn’t sure if Adrian and me were going to be anything more than a footnote that night. Though he proved me wrong. A head job to remember, with the small, appreciative audience watching. And with Barb and Ada watching while they continued teasing each other with their lips, tongues and fingers we were far more than just a footnote.

When Ada phoned me the next day, she told me, “They really were a power couple. I had always wondered about the inner workings the fashion industry. Now I understand a little more. Did I tell you Barb is taking me to dinner tonight? You know why don’t you?”

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