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What I thought was my only chance at love turned out to be a gateway to degradation…

Chapter 0: Love at first sight
“If I was her boyfriend, I would never get bored of her.”
It was just three years ago that this exact thought entered my mind. The reason for this thought was nothing but half a second of eye contact.

I had just started my second year of college. At the start of my first year I had promised myself to be a little more assertive and act with more self-confidence. In a way, this promise with myself had the result I desired. Or the result I thought I desired. I’m by no means unattractive, but also not good looking. Not good looking enough to breeze through life on looks alone, at the very least. But it suprised me what a little confidence can do. The very first night I went to a bar near campus in my first year, I woke up the next day with a pretty girl laying next to me. At the time, I couldn’t be more happy and excited for the rest of my college life.

And that night turned out to not be just a fluke. More often than not I would walk out of that bar with a girl locked into my arm. But unfortunately, it didn’t take long for that excited and happy feeling the first night gave me to dissipate. One-night stands and hook-up’s left me feeling empty, sometimes even during the act itself. The solution seemed simple: start a more meaningful relationship. But although this once again started out as a new and exciting experience, most of these relationships quickly ended because of my lack of effort. At some point, I just stopped caring for the person I was with and that empty feeling returned.

Still looking for an excuse to ignore a darker side of me, I blamed the girls I had been dating. They just weren’t right for me, they weren’t the one. I shouldn’t be trying to love a girl, a girl can only be the girl if I want nothing but to love her, be with her. I should fall in love with her the first time I look at her. Love at first sight.

Unfortunately, you can’t fall in love at first sight just because you want it to happen. The college was big enough to see new faces every day, but no girl I met during my first year of college was the girl.

But my second year had just begun, and it happened. Walking around campus with a friend was a stunningly beautiful girl. Beautiful enough for me to completely ignore the not in the least badlooking friend and instead focus on her. Long, straight dark brown hair reaching her lower back. Bright eyes with a undoubtely beautiful color I wasn’t able to determine from our current distance. A small physique overall, yet not small in every place. Not in the places where it really counts, you might say. The bright blue blouse she was wearing could not hide the pair of well developed breasts beneath it. But if hiding such features was the goal of her clothes, the tight black skirt under it failed even more miserable in hiding her voluptuous bottom. Although she was walking towards me, seeing her from the front was enough to see her hourglass figure.

While I was just standing there, staring in her direction, she and her friend walked closer to me. That’s when she noticed me and we had that quick moment of eye contact. A light tint of green, that’s the color.

Shortly after the girl had diverted her gaze from me, her friend also noticed my presence.
“Ah!” She quickened her pace-the beautiful girl walking behind her trying to match her increased walking speed- and approached me.
“Sorry to bother you” the girl began before she stopped in front of me, “but me and my friend here have just started attending classes here, and we were wondering where this building is.” She held out a map of the campus grounds in front of me which she just pulled from the back pocket of her jeans. She pointed at one of the smaller buildings on campus, one for smaller classes and lectures.
“Ah, I’m actually just heading in that direction,” I wasn’t, but I completely forgot where I was going. “so I could walk you girls there.”
“Really? Great!” The girl said with a big goofy grin on her face, while the receiving end of my love on first sight was still silently staring at the ground behind her friend.
“Alright, let’s go.” I said as I started walking in the right direction while regretting I’d have to lead the way and would not be able to admire the obviously shy girl from behind.

“I’m Caroline, by the way.” said the shy girl’s blonde friend as she tried to match my pace and walk besides me. “And my friend’s name is Alyssa.”
“Nice to meet the both of you.” Especially nice to meet Alyssa, though. “I’m Charles.”
“Oooh, can I call you Charlie?”
“Hmm… No.”
“Whaaat? Why not?” Caroline asked with a fake pout.
“Can I call you Amy?”
“What? That isn’t even my name.”
“Charlie isn’t mine either.”
Caroline sighed, and dropped the topic. I heard a soft giggle from behind us. I looked back, but Alyssa had already averted her gaze back to the ground.

“This is it.” I pointed my hand in the direction of the old small building in front of us.
“Thanks, Charlie.” She had been waiting to say that. “I’ll see you around.”
“Yeah, see you.”

In the next few months I did see Caroline around and spoke to her on multiple occasions. More often than not, Alyssa was standing behind her silently. But although still quiet most of the time, once in a while even Alyssa spoke up and said something to me. She slowly got more comfortable with me after about 3 months since we had met for the first time, she really took part in our conversations and even talked to me when Caroline wasn’t around. Then, one day when talking with Alyssa without Caroline around, I took my chance and asked.

“Hey, I was wondering if you would go out with me sometime.”
“O-Out?” Flustered by my question, she looked away from me again.
“Yeah, on a date.” I wasn’t going to back down yet. But, after saying that no reaction came from Alyssa, and things were getting awkward quickly. “You don’t have to say yes, I just wanted take my chances and ask…”
“…Yes.”
“Yes…? You’ll go out with me?” She nodded, still not looking me in my eyes. “Great! I’ll pick you up tonight at 8, if that suits you too.” She nodded again.

I was standing in front of her dorm that night with over half an hour left before it was 8. And so I nervously waited until it was exactly 8 before going inside and knocking on her room’s door. She opened the door within seconds, but at least 10 seconds after she opened the door for me must have gone by before I said something. I was once again in awe of her beauty. Her long brown hair was neatly groomed. She was wearing a little make-up, but not too much. She was wearing a tight dark blue dress, revealing some but not a lot of cleavage, and reaching to just above her knees. Over it she was wearing a small unbuttoned pink jacket. Beneath her dress she was wearing high heeled open sandals and long white socks with a frilly edge on her feet. It was by no means a revealing outfit, but I still couldn’t help but be impressed by her natural beauty.

“You look beautiful.” I said after staring at her a little too long.
“Ah, t-thanks… Caroline helped me pick my clothes.”
“Let’s go.”

I took her to a decent restaurant, held open doors, and talked about unimportant stuff with her all night. But on the way back, I asked the cab driver to stop for a while. Alyssa had a puzzled look on her face, but without saying anything I just grabbed her and pulled her out of the cab behind me. We were standing in front of a police station.

“I know how shy you are, so I thought this up in case you just went along with me because you didn’t want to decline.” Her look only became more puzzled. “I’m going to kiss you now, so if you don’t want that you better run to the police.” I said it with a smirk on my face, but I couldn’t help but be a little worried she really would run to the police station.
“…Idiot.” My shock of her verbal attack was quickly overwhelmed when she jumped up and kissed me. Yeah, I would never get tired of her.

Chapter 1: My kink
But now, it’s two and a half years later. I’m supposed to be in my last year of college, but due to my own lack of effort I probably won’t be able to graduate this year and I’ll have to repeat my final year. But I don’t really mind, as she will still be here next year too. My girlfriend.

I never got tired or bored of her, but it pains me to admit that I have gotten bored of our sex life. It took me half a year to get this far, but after the exciting first times nothing ever changed in our sex life. The same foreplay ending in the same position every single time. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, any guy that gets to have sex with a girl like Alyssa should be the luckiest guy in the world, yet here I am complaining about it.

There’s one explanation I can think of though. The one I always tried not to think about. Since even before I started college, I’ve had a fascination for femdom domination. Over the years I’ve continued looking at video’s, pictures, and stories about this topic on the internet once in a while. Even when I started dating Alyssa, I couldn’t help but go online and look at this kind of stuff sometimes. And instead of getting less interested in it over the years I spent with my girlfriend, I started looking for more extreme stuff. Stuff I would never want to happen to me in real life. However, I can’t help but be interested in trying some of the kinky but harmless things I’ve seen. Unfortunately, I could never ask Alyssa to try something like that. She may have opened up to me, but she’s also still that shy quiet girl I met three years ago. I could never ask her to do something that’s so far from what someone with her personality would do. Yet, cheating on her is obviously even less of an option…

“So, how far along are you with your final paper?” She asked me while getting me something to drink.
“Eh… 50.”
“50 pages? Your further along than I expected you would be.”
“Not pages…”
“What? 50 percent? You should hurry if you’re only halfway through, you’ve only got a week or two left until the deadline.”
“…Words.”
She sighed deeply. “You’re not gonna make it, are you?”
“Probably not.”
“Are you planning to be a student forever?”
“Nah, just until you graduate next year.”
“Yeah, that’s nice… It would’ve been more helpful if you graduated this year and found a job. I do want to live together with you sometime, you know…” Hearing her basically say she wants to move in together suprised me, but the idea of living with Alyssa doesn’t sound too bad.
“Actually, I’ve saved up quite some money working side jobs in the past four years. If we can find a cheap apartment near campus I could afford the rent for at least a year. After that we can find a job and maybe look for something better after all.” While I was talking, a big smile appeared on Alyssa’s face.
“Really?!”
“Yeah, why not?”

Finding a cheap apartmant near campus turned out to be more difficult then either of us had expected, but halfway through both of our final years in college (Hopefully…), a suitable place opened up and we jumped right on it.

“Are you sure you want to live here even if it might be for no more than half a year?” I asked her while whiping the sweat off my forehead.
She put down the box she was carrying. “Are you really asking this now that we’ve almost finished moving all of our stuff here from the dorms? And didn’t you already make a down payment and pay the warranty?”
“Well yeah, but…”
“Look, we don’t even have to move out of here as soon as we graduate. There’s nothing wrong with this place.”
“I guess you’re right. Different subject, then… Tomorrow is our third anniversary. Want to go to that restaurant we went to on our first date or something?”
“Hmm… We could also just stay in.” Her not wanting to go out didn’t really suprise me anymore. She was still uncomfortable with too much people around. “And we could ‘break in’ our new home?” She added with a wink. This did surprise me a little. Although we had sex regularly, she was never very direct about it. But I was pretty sure she was talking about having sex just now.

The next day came around, and we almost finished unpacking our stuff. We skipped classes that day, and were getting ready to spend our first night in our new home. Alyssa was already in bed when I came out of the bathroom. She had tucked herself in and was completely covered with our duvet except for her neck and head. I quickly got in bed beside her.

“So… Any special request?” She asked me with a mischievous smile as soon as I got into the bed.
“Huh? N-No, the usual is fine, I guess…”
“Really? You don’t want to try something new?” Again with this directness I wasn’t used to… But this may be my only chance.
“Well, there’s something I’ve always wanted to try but…” I turned my eyes away from hers as she had done so many times with me before we started dating.
“Tell me!”
“N-No, it’s a little too much, I think… I don’t want you to think I’m… You know.”
“I have fantasies too, you know.” Again with the surprises. “How about this: first we do what you want to try, then we do what I would like to try. No judgment.”
“R-Really?”
“Yeah, really. Now tell me, what would you like to do?”
I took a big breath to gather my courage and started “Well… Do you know what femdom is?”
A glint appeared in her eyes. “Yeah, of course.”
“I would like to try something like… Being tied up and you taking charge, or something. Nothing too hardcore…”
“Sure, why not.” She somehow seemed disappointed, but got out of bed right away. Only now I noticed that she was completely naked.
“Wait, what about yours?”
“Ehm… I’ll tell you later, okay? Let’s first do your thing.”

That evening, for the first time in a quite a while, the excitement was back. Alyssa was strangely assertive and tied me to the bed using leftover tie rips we used during the move to this apartment. She jerked me off until I almost came, but then quickly let go of my penis telling me to hold out a little longer. She then stood on the bed and slowly lowered herself on my fully erect penis. She rode me like a toy for the rest of the night, her body moving up and down on my dick. Down from where I was laying she looked even more beautiful than usual to me, her pale white skin glistening with the ocasional drop of sweat. Her ample breasts moved up and down with her body, but were always moving just a little behind the rest of her body. Every time I came and lost my erection, she was able to quickly get it up again by teasing it with her hands or mouth. After what seemed like hours, I was exhausted.

I collected myself after panting for minutes, and asked her “W-what about what you wanted to try?”
She visably pondered my question for a few seconds before answering “Forget about it, I’m not comfortable sharing this yet after all…”
“Whaaat? I told you my kink!”
“Sorry, honey… How about this: I will take a raincheck on my turn and let you know when I’m ready to share this side of me with you.”
“Alright, then…”

I felt kind of guilty having her grant a fantasy of mine and not doing anything back, but I was mainly curious what her kink could possibly be. Could it be more hardcore or stranger than mine? And if so, that means I could’ve asked her to do a little more… Like make me kiss her feet. Or make me perform cunninglus on her all night long… There’s so many other things I would’ve liked her to make me do, but above all I wished I would’ve gotten the chance to just give her complete control for a night without limits. I regretted not taking this chance to tell her more about my fantasies.

Chapter 2: A gust of wind
A month went by without either my or Alyssa’s kink coming up in conversation. We were getting used to living together and went back to our normal sex position. But one night, after we just had sex…

“Hey Charles…” I turned by attention to Alyssa.
“Yes?”
“Do you love me?” She asked completely serious.
“I do, I think I’ve said that before.”
“Oh, okay. I love you too.” She picked up a book she has been reading for the past few days from her nightstand.
“You can’t end the conversation with that, there was obviously something behind that question.”
“Ah…” She seemed startled by my prying. “It’s just… I’ve been thinking about that raincheck on… You know.”
“Your kink?” She nodded. “What has me loving you or not got to do with that?”
“Well…” She turned red and looked to the corner of the room. “It’s pretty out there. Stranger than yours.”
This is my chance. “Actually, it probably isn’t… I didn’t really tell you all of it when we tried mine last time.”
“What, really? I guess I can’t really blame you since I didn’t tell you mine at all… What would you really want me to do?”
“Eh, anything, really. Take complete control and make me pleasure you in any way you want me to. Maybe punish me… Just domination in general.”
Alyssa looked at me from the corner of her eyes. “Hmm… That might actually work…”
“What?”
“In combination with what I want to try…”
“Ah. So… What’s that?”
“Do you promise you won’t be disgusted and leave me?” She asked with a slightly trembling voice.
“Of course I won’t leave you, I promise.”
“Then let’s do it tomorrow… I’ll try to both fulfill your real wish and mine.”

She didn’t want to just tell me her kink even when I asked during the rest of our conversation that night. But I was excited enough to have a hard time sleeping that night. Excited for both getting a real chance to fulfill my darkest wish, and finally seeing this supposedly extreme fetish Alyssa has. I somehow have my doubts about it really being that bad, though. Even though Alyssa seems to accept my kink pretty well, it would be just like her to judge her own kink as disgusting even if it is less so than mine from an objective standpoint.

During the next day my excitement only increased. The day couldn’t go by fast enough, but unfortunately I had a long day and a lot of classes until late afternoon. When I finally got home it was already getting dark outside. Alyssa’s boots were standing in the hallway, so she was already home as I had expected.

“I’m home!” No answer. “Alyssa?”
“I’m in here!” She yelled from our bedroom.
“What are you doing in here?” I said as I walked towards the bedroom. But as soon as I reached the door opening I didn’t really need an answer to my question anymore. Alyssa was dressed in a tight black leather dress. Contrary to her usual outfits, it showed both a lot of cleavage and leg. The cleavage of the dress went on until the lower side of her breasts only to spread out again to show off some underboob and part of her belly. The dress was so short I would almost be able to get a clear view of her pussy if it wasn’t for the dark brown pantyhose she was wearing covering it. On her feet were a pair of black leather boots almost reaching up to her knees. The zigzagged white shoelaces of the boots reached from all the way to the top down to the boots’ tip. It must’ve been a chore to put them on. The boots had 6 inch heels, making her seem a lot taller than she actually was. She looked a bit more intimidating than usual at the very least.
“Take off your clothes, please.” The please wasn’t necessary. I took my clothes of at record-breaking speed. Seeing my excitement, Alyssa smiled. “I thought we’d start with some of the stuff you like. I’ll finish with something I like, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Get on all fours and crawl to me.” She said it while trying to seem stern, but it came out pretty forced. But I obeyed, of course. “Now kiss my feet.” I placed a kiss on the top of both her boots. “My feet, not my boots.” I moved for her shoelaces and started untying them. “Use your mouth, not your hands.” Every command she uttered seemed to come more natural, and every one of them got me a little harder.

Unfortunately untying her boots was as much work as I had imagened, even more so using nothing but my teeth. But Alyssa patiently waited for me to finish and so I just kept working on it as fast as I could.

Chapter 3: Graduation
Another half year past by and this year I was ready to graduate, together with Alyssa. In the past months Alyssa and I continued to indulge in our fantasies every few weeks to spice up our sex life. For the first time in my life I was satisfied with both the girl and the sex.

It was the day after we came home from the graduation ceremony. “Guess it’s time to start job hunting tomorrow, huh?”
“About that… I think I know a job you could do.”
“Really? What is it?”
“Sit down and I’ll tell you my idea.” I sat down at the dinner table, while Alyssa grabbed a few papers from a drawer. “Alright, what I’m going to say now may sound ridiculous, but please hear me out.” She said when she sat down too.
“Of course.”
“It’s about your sexual fantasy. It’s being completely dominated by a woman, right?”
“Yes…” Where was this going?
“Then I’d like to give you the chance to truly fulfill your fantasy. Become my fulltime slave.” I was stumped.
“W-What? I… Don’t know if I would really want that, to be honest.”
“Here, this is the contract I wrote. Well, it’s not really an official contract or anything. It’s more like a list of idea’s and rules. How about you read through it and see if you want to add anything?”

I started reading through the papers she handed me. It said that if I accepted, I was to follow all of Alyssa’s orders sexual or not. It also specified some of the things we had already been doing in the months like the feet worship or fart sniffing as examples of possible sexual domination. But other than that, it was very unspecific. It was pretty obvious Alyssa didn’t have much ideas besides the ones she had already used.

“This says it’s 24/7, so I wouldn’t be able to do any other job? Where would our income come from? We can only last so long before our savings are gone.” I said after a while to Alyssa, who had been patiently waiting for me to finish reading.
“Caroline has already offered me a job at her father’s company. I would be able to make more than enough for us to keep living here with just my income. And the hours are pretty lenient.” She had thought this through. There’s no way I would ever get a chance like this again. Having seen and read about rather cruel stuff on the internet I felt kind of apprehensive to accept, but this is Alyssa. Sweet Alyssa, the love of my life. All she wants to do is make me happy.
“Alright, I accept.”
Alyssa smiled brightly. “Really?! Great! Anything you don’t want me to do to you? Tell me now, because after this all other things will be fair play, alright?”
I was convinced Alyssa would never do anything to hurt me even if she was allowed to, so all I said was “As long as you don’t cheat on me with another man or something, I’m fine, I think…”
“I would never do that. So nothing else?”
“Hmm… Well, I know you like farting on me and I really don’t mind, but just don’t limit your play to that.”
“Don’t worry, I wasn’t planning to.”
“Then that was all, I guess.”
“Then let’s seal our deal. I’ll give you one final blowjob.” She said with a gentle smile as she ducked under the table.

The conversation before had already made me hard. Alyssa had given me blowjobs before, but not very often. Mostly for special occasions. Which this is, I guess. But even among those few, this one felt extra special. It felt so good I came in no time. As soon as I became flacid again Alyssa grabbed my dick and put something cold over it. I then heard a loud click.

“W-what’s that?” I moved the chair I was sitting on backwards and saw she had put a metal device around my penis.
“It’s a chastity device.” She answered as she got out from under the table and stood up. “Now that your my slave, I don’t want you to cum or even become hard without my permission.” Wow, she was really getting into her role. “Take of your clothes and follow me to the bathroom, slave.” I complied, wondering what she was planning to do.

She took off her panties and ordered me to put my mouth on her pussy. Cunnilingus? But why in the bathroom? She pushed her pussy even tighter against my mouth, and then started peeing. I was about to gag as soon as the horrible tasting pee splattered on my tongue, but I didn’t get the chance to as my mouth filled up at an incredible speed and I knew what she wanted me to do. I didn’t like it, but I wasn’t going to back out after just saying I agreed to be her slave. She is doing this for me. And that’s why I started drinking as fast as I could. But I still wasn’t fast enough to keep some of it from overflowing from my mouth and splattering against the floor.

“Look at what you’ve done now…”
“I-I’m sorry, mistress…”
“Since it’s your first time, I’ll let this slip. Lick me clean now.” I started licking her pussy and part of her legs clean from any of her piss. “Good job. I’m going to bed now. Lick everything off the floor and wash yourself up before coming to bed too.” She walked out of the bathroom and left me there with another order. I knew she would notice the stain if I were to use a towel or even the missing toilet paper if I’d use that, so I had no choice but to start licking the puddle of pee from the floor. After finally graduating college, I had now started my new life of degradation.

Chapter 4: The first weekend
The next morning Alyssa woke up early and got ready to leave the house. “Where are you going? It’s saturday.” I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
“I found out about an interesting shop recently and want to pay it a visit today. I’ll probably be back around noon. Don’t get dressed, and clean the house while I’m gone.” And with that, she left.

I got out of bed not too long after Alyssa left and started on some cleaning duties. I wasn’t used to or very good at cleaning, but I didn’t mind doing it as Alyssa would soon be the provider. A little past noon, I heard Alyssa coming back home.

“Charles?” I walked to the front door.
“Yes?”
“Let’s start your training now.” I gulped. “First, I want you to always greet me when I come home. You do this by walking to the door when you hear me coming in, and saying ‘Welcome home, master’ while I take off my shoes. That reminds me: you should always adress me with either master, mistress, or any other title that shows my superiority to you. When I’m done taking of my shoes or boots, you will kneel before me and plant a kiss on the top of each of my feet out of respect for me.” I was shocked hearing all these orders. Where did she learn all of this from? But she didn’t give me the time to think any further about it. “Do you get that?”
“Eh… Yes, I do.”
“That’s ‘yes, mistress’. I will refrain from punishing you this time, but try to remember it.”
“Y-Yes… Mistress.”
“Any questions?”
“May I call you something using your name too, like mistress Alyssa?”
“Hmm… Yes, that’s fine. It might even be necessary in the future.” Necessary? “Now kiss my feet.” I planted a kiss on both of her pink kneesock-covered feet. “Moving on.” She walked to the living room and I quickly followed. “From now on, I will also not be calling you Charles anymore. I will call you slave or any other other derogatory things I feel like calling you. Understand?”
“Yes, mistress Alyssa.”
“When you want to say something or ask a question and I did not engage in conversation with you first, you will ask for permission before saying what you want to say.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Not respectful enough. Which leads me to the next subject: punishment. Spread your legs.” I hesitantly did so, and she kicked me into the nuts.
“Ugh…!” I grabbed my aching balls. This went a little too far for me. “T-Too much, Alyssa…!”
“It’s punishment, it shouldn’t be something you like. Get your hands of your crotch, you’ve got two more to go. One for talking without permission just now, another for not calling me by my title again.” I trembled. She was taking this a lot more serious than I would’ve expected her to. Where did all this confidence come from? I slowly removed my hands, and she kicked me in the balls again. I fell down on my knees. “Get up, one more.” I gathered my strength, and got on my feet again only to get hit in the balls again and collapse again. “You should also thank me for giving you any kind of special treatment or discipline like this.”
I gathered my breath. “T-Thank you… M-Mistress…”
“Now go to the bedroom and wait for me to get ready.” Still in pain from the shots to my nuts, I basically crawled to the bedroom.

I lifted myself onto the bed and lay down on my back. Fantasy and reality are clearly not the same, and I started thinking about the best way to tell her to take it down a notch while caressing my hurting balls. A few minutes later, Alyssa walked in, and my heart skipped a beat of shock. She was wearing a new outfit which must have been in the bags she was carrying when she came home. She was wearing a tight leather top, black stockings, long black silk gloves, high spiked heels, and a black mini skirt. But what scared me was what was coming out from underneath her skirt: a 10 inch pink strap-on dildo.

“Get on your back and lift your ass.” Alyssa order while she applied lube to the strap-on.
“B-But-“
“Swallow your protest and do as I say if you don’t want to be punished again, slave.” The usual softness in her voice was replaced by a strict tone. Alyssa had completely adjusted to her role as a dominant mistress. I turned over and raised my ass, dreading what was coming. Alyssa got on the bed behind me, and grabbed me by my thighs. She pushed the tip of the dildo against the opening of my anus. It slowly gave way to the pressure and opened up, the dildo slowly moving deeper into my anus until the full 10 inches were in my ass. “How does it feel?”
“I-It hurts…”
“Then you’d better brace yourself for this!” And she started humping violently. I could barely contain my scream. She kept going for almost 10 minutes before she climaxed and finally stopped. As soon as the dildo exited my anus, I collapsed flat on my belly. Alyssa lay down on her back besides me and panted. “You get 5 minutes of rest, after that I want you to start preparing me dinner.”

I tried to make the most of my 5 minutes of rest, but it felt like it was over within seconds. Alyssa lightly jabbed me to make clear my time was up, and I dragged myself to the kitchen. It was still early, so she must expect a grande feast or something. I’m not too bad at cooking and we had the ingredients, so I started working on something good.

Hours later I was finally done and started setting the table when Alyssa came in. “Smells good, but one plate will do.” I looked at her with a quizzed face. “I will prepare you a feast myself on sunday. Please hold out until then so you’ll have an empty stomach.” I reculently took away my plate from the table and finished setting Alyssa’s dinner. “Looks great! While I eat, you can worship my feet under the table.”
“Yes, master…” I got under the table and started kissing and massaging her feet.

After about 15 minutes I gathered my courage and asked “Mistress, can I have permission to ask a question please?”
“Sure, go ahead.”
“The things you’ve been doing to me are a bit much for me, could you maybe go a little easier on me?”
She giggled. “This weekend is just so you can adjust to your new life, it will get a lot harder in the future.” Even harder?!
“F-For how long is this ‘contract’?”
“I don’t remember giving you permission for another permission, but I’ll let it slip one more time. And to answer your question: for the rest of your life, of course.” What did I agree to… Should I run? I can probably get this chastity belt off with the right tools. But I quickly dismissed those thoughts. Alyssa would never do anything to really hurt me, she thinks I can handle as much as this and I should trust her. “I’m done. Please clean up and then come back to the bedroom.” As she stood up and walked back to the bedroom, I couldn’t help but stare at her luscious ass. God, she is beautiful.

After I finished cleaning up I returned to the bedroom myself, and there she was, lying on the bed with het strap-on back on. “Hope you’re ready for round two.” She grinned.

After fucking me in the ass for a second time, she finally went to sleep, and quickly after that I fell asleep too, on my belly. I felt like I had just had a rough day when I went to sleep, but the next day made wish back to the day before. Alyssa woke me up early and ordered me from chore to chore. These chores ranged from normal household work to worshipping Alyssa’s feet or other parts of her body. But this wouldn’t have been anything bad if it wasn’t for the constant torture in between chores. She used different items from the bags of stuff she had bought the day before to inflict pain on me like whips and canes on my back and ass cheeks, making them red and bruised by the end of the day. But the worst part was that she raped me into my ass with her strap-on dildo so many times I lost count. Sometimes she would announce it or make me suck on it first, but other times she would literally sneak up on me and violate me. By the end of the day my anus was sore, bleeding, and loose. In the evening she made me prepare her food again without allowing me to eat as well. After having had nothing to eat since saturday morning, I was extremely hungry. When was she going to prepare me food? When she was done eating, she asked me to clean up and join her in the bedroom as soon as I was done again.

I entered the bedroom afraid of seeing her with her strap-on dildo ready to attack my ruined asshole again, but she wasn’t. She was dressed in nothing but a cute pink babydoll. “Lie down on your back again.” I lay down on the bed, holding back from moaning because of the pain in my hurting back and ass. “Tonight, I’ll show you my real kink.” Real kink? What about the farting? Seeing my confused expression, she told me “You didn’t tell me about your real kink the first time either. So you can’t blame me for doing the same.” She positioned herself over me in the same way she did when she was going to fart on me. “Ready?”
“Yes, mistress Alyssa.” She dropped down and I prepared for my nose to me enveloped by her anus again, opening my mouth to breath through there. But instead, she pressed her anus inside of my mouth. She then farted inside of my mouth instead. Was this her real kink?
“Your dinner is ready, here it comes!~” Her anus puckered and fluid came out, quickly followed by more solid shit. I was in shock. My mouth filled up with her rancid shit and I had no way to spit it out. When my mouth was reaching its limit and my cheeks started to bulge, Alyssa moved aside my encaged penis and stomped me into the balls. “Start swallowing.” I started swallowing her poop. It wasn’t runny, but it wasn’t too hard or solid to swallow without chewing. Eating her shit was the most horrible experience of my life. Even after she was done shitting, I wasn’t done with my ‘dinner’. “I won’t get up until you’ve finished eating everything in your mouth.”

When she finally got off of me, I ran to the bathroom and started puking. This went too far for me. When I came back to the bedroom after spending at least 10 minutes furiously brushing my teeth, I asked for permission to speak.

“What is it?”
“This went way too far for me. I don’t want to do something as disgusting as eat your shit.”
“Ahw, but that’s my fetish!” Her disappointment sounded fake. “But alright, I’ll refrain from doing that again for now.” Needless to say, the ‘for now’ bothered me. But I decided to accept it until the problem would arise again. I got into bed. “Get under the covers and stay there tonight.” I crawled under the covers and quickly found out why she asked me to do this, as she started farting. She kept farting and the progressively worse smell made it hard for me to fall asleep, but eventually I did.

Chapter 5: Cleaning duty
Almost a week past by and Alyssa started working while I continued my new life as her slave. She hadn’t made eat het shit again, and so I decided to continue our new master-slave relationship. There were still other orders and punishments that I had a hard time with, but overall this new life excited me.

It was friday afternoon, and I heard Alyssa come home. I rushed to the front door. “Welcome home, master.” She took off her short dark brown boots, and I kneeled down to kiss the top of her pink pantyhose-covered feet. Her feet smelled and tasted even worse than the day before.
Alyssa noticed my disgusted expression after kissing her feet. “It’s your own fault if they taste bad, you know.” I looked up at her. “I’ve been smelling worse and worse over the past week because you haven’t done your job.”
“…Huh?”
She sighed. “You don’t think I would use a shower when I have the luxary of having a slave, do you? All I do is wash my hair, the rest is your job.”
“You want me to wash you, mistress?”
“Yes. With your tongue, of course.” She wants me to clean her entire body with my tongue?! “I’ll get undressed so you can give me my overdue cleaning.” She walked to the bedroom, undressed, and sat on the bed. “What are you waiting for?”

I couldn’t believe she would neglect her own hygiene just to tease me. I started with what I expected would be the worse place, her feet. I kept licking and sucking until the bad taste and odour was gone. I then started licking her legs, her pussy, belly, back, arms, neck… What I didn’t realize was that her feet had been getting the most attention of her entire body before. I had regularly licked them in the past week. Not thoroughly enough to clean them, but it did keep them from tasting much worse than the rest of her body, which turned out to be as much of a bad experience as cleaning her feet.

I stopped licking thinking I was finally done. “You forgot a few places.”
“What places did I forget, my queen?”
“Ooh, I like that one.” She said with a smile. “First, you still need to lick my armpits clean.” She lifted her arms in the air so I could reach her armpit. The closer I got to it, the stronger the smell. My eyes started to tear up from the foul smell and when I touched her armpit with the tip of my tongue finally touched her armpit, I cringed. The taste of her feet was nothing compared to this. As I slowly continued my dirty task, I noticed the stubble on her armpit. She would always shave her armpits very regularly, but she obviously hadn’t shaved there in a while now. I wondered if that was on purpose too… I continued licking of her sticky armpit sweat. It felt like hours went by before I was finally done with both armpits. “Good job. Now there’s only one place left for you to clean.” Alyssa got on all fours on the bed. “I know you don’t like eating shit, but I want you to lick my asshole clean too. I haven’t been wiping after taking a dump, but this is still a lot easier than eating shit. Since this is my fetish, you can do this much for me at least.” I didn’t have any argument against that that would convince her, so I just got to work again. And as much as I hated both the taste and smell of her remnant shit, it was indeed nothing compared to the horrid experience of eating her shit a week ago. If this would serve as an alternative to that, I’d gladly clean her asshole like this anytime she wants.

I finished cleaning her anus outside and inside with my tongue. When I was allowed to stop I thanked her for letting me clean her, and stood up to get to the bathroom and clean my mouth. “Wait.” Alyssa stopped me. “You can’t brush your teeth just yet, you have to be punished for not cleaning me for a week.” Alyssa walked to a pile of her discarded clothes. “I’ve been wearing the same pair of panties the entire week without wiping. The skid mark is pretty big.” She showed the inside of the pair of panties she just picked up. “As punishment, I want you to wear these over your face tonight.” She put the panties over my face with the crotch against my nose. The dried up shit stains still had a strong smell to them.

I had to keep wearing those stinking panties over my face when I prepared dinner that evening. I looked ridiculous. Since I couldn’t eat without taking them off, I wasn’t allowed to join Alyssa at dinner either. I felt like her actions were becoming more extreme again, and this feeling was confirmed when I walked into the bedroom after having cleaned up the dishes. To my shock, Alyssa was lying on bed wearing a strap-on dildo. This wasn’t a rare sight, she had continued to frequently use her strap-on on my ass the past week. My asshole was ruined by her rough play by now, but she would never allow it to heal before inserting that 10 inch pink dildo up my ass again. But what she was wearing now wasn’t that pink strap-on, but a black one. And to my horror, it wasn’t 10 but a whopping 15 inch long, and it had a diameter of at least 4 inches. There’s no way this monster could fit in my ass! But when Alyssa saw me back up a little, she got of the bed, walked up to me, grabbed my arm and put it behind my back. She pressed my face against the wall.

“I’ve spent enough time loosening your asshole.” She pressed the tip of the black strap-on against my anus. She then leaned in closer to my face and whispered “Tonight, I will permanently ruin it.” I howled in pain as the dildo was forcefully pushed into my anus and stretched it beyond its limit.

After the most painful 15 minutes of my life, Alyssa finally let me go. I walked to the bathroom to sit down on the toilet and rest, knowing it would be the only place I would be able to sit down without feeling excruciating pain in my ass. I just kept sitting there, for hours. Long after Alyssa went to sleep I was still sitting on the toilet, thinking about where I should’ve backed out of this. During this time, I made a horrifying discovery: sometimes, shit would drop out of my asshole without me trying to take a dump. She had ruined my asshole so much I couldn’t hold it back anymore!

Chapter 6: Going shopping
After sitting on the toilet for almost the entire night, I decided to try and get some sleep. I dragged myself to the bed lay down on my belly. I fell asleep within seconds.

The next morning, I heard Alyssa get up and leave the apartment, but I was too tired to get up myself. It didn’t take too long for Alyssa to get back home again.

She poked at my face. “Wake up, you had a little accident.” Still dead tired, I ignored her. She poked a little harder. “Come on, wake up.”
“Just a few more minutes…”
An extremely painful shock went through my body as she slapped my destroyed ass. “Wake up I said, slave!” I jumped up immeadiately this time.
“W-what? …Mistress.”
“Look.” She pointed near my legs. “You shit yourself tonight.” I looked down and saw some dark stains on the bed.
“I-I can’t control it anymore because you-“
“If you can’t control it, we’ll have to do something about that.” She showed me a big plastic package. “So I got you these cute diapers.” She took one out of the package and showed me the cute pink design and frilly ribboned diaper. “On your back and legs up.” I did so without protesting. She put the diaper on me.
“Thank you, my goddess.”
“Now clean the sheets, and after your done get dressed. Leave the diaper on beneath your clothes.”
“Yes, queen Alyssa.” I noticed I didn’t even think before accepting her orders anymore. But not to satisfy my own fetish, and not out of love, but out of fear for her. Now that I’d experienced what Alyssa was truly capable of, I feared the consequences of disobeying her.

A while later I walked into the living room with my clothes on. It had been a while since I last wore clothes, but I wasn’t happy about it. The strange sensation of wearing a diaper instead of underwear was one of the reasons for that, but the most important reason was that I knew Alyssa was up to something again and I doubted I was gonna like it.

“Ready?” Alyssa said as she noticed me walk in. “Then let’s go.”
“Go where, mistress?”
“On a date!” She said with a bright smile. A date?!
“Eh… Do I have to wear the diaper?”
“Of course, you don’t want people to notice you shit yourself, do you? I would never want something like that to happen to me.”

We left the apartment and took a bus to the city centre. After we got off at the stop Alyssa said we had to get off, she took my hand. Was this really a normal date? And where was she taking me? We walked a few blocks and ended up in a more deteriorated neighbourhood. We stopped in front of a small shop with graffiti all over its walls. A neon sign above the entrance said ‘BDSM EroShop’.

“This is it.” She said as we walked inside. The cashier looked up at us as we walked in, but didn’t say anything before getting back to playing with her phone. The small store was filled with bondage toys and tools, but also a lot of sexy fetish wear. “Pick out anything you want me to wear and I’ll show it off to you in the changing cubicle.” Alyssa whispered to me.

Both of us picked out some clothes for Alyssa to try on. When I was done, I walked up to Alyssa. She took my hand and pulled me inside of the changing cubicle with her. She then ordered me to undress her. I was getting more and more confused. It didn’t feel like it was a date, but she was a lot less harsh than she had been the past week. This is probably the relationship I was looking for: she was dominating me without taking it too far. I undressed and dressed her into many dominatrix outfits. Tight leather and rubber dresses, fishnet stockings, all kinds of black heeled boots. As I looked at he show of all these outfits to me, I felt my dick pressing against the metal cage it was in. Never since Alyssa had put it on me, had I wished it wasn’t there as bad as at that moment. I was just down on my knees to put on the shoes of the last outfit I had picked out for her when I heard a small but familliar noise: she had just farted.

“Oops.” Alyssa said while trying not to smile. “Looks like I can’t hold it until we get back home after all.” She grabbed a device she had also taken with her in the dressing room I only then noticed. “Open your mouth.” I was about to protest, but in trying to do so I did open my mouth and as soon as I did Alyssa jammed the device into my mouth and tightened it. It was a metal device that forced my mouth wide open. Alyssa turned around, flipped the black skirt she was wearing up, and sat down on my face. “I’m sorry, I know that you hate this, but I have no other choice. I can’t hold it any longer and I just told you I would never want people to see me shit myself. Bear with it, okay? And eat quick, it’s runny.” She had barely finished talking before the diarrhea spewed out of her ass directly into my open mouth.

I tried my best to keep up and swallow it, but it was just too much too fast for me to handle. After a while my mouth was all filled up and Alyssa had to quickly jump forward so it didn’t splatter against the outfit she was wearing. Instead, the rest of her runny shit splattered all over my face and chest. As I sat there on my knees covered in shit, with my mouth open and full with the brown liquid shit, I heard a click to my right side. I looked in the direction where the sound came from and saw the cashier holding her phone, her grinning face behind it.

“Sorry, I want a new background on my phone. Couldn’t let this chance slip away.” I couldn’t believe I was photographed in such a humiliating situation.
While I was trying to swallow the rest of the excretement in my mouth, Alyssa said to the cashier “Sorry about the mess, Amy.” They know each other?!
“It’s alright Alyssa, just as long as he cleans up the mess.”
“He will, because he wouldn’t want the footage of what he did in this cubicle to end up all over the internet, would he?” I finished swallowing what was in my mouth and Alyssa took off the device of my mouth, allowing me to speak again.
“Y-You’re wouldn’t put that photo online, would you?! It would ruin my life!”
“Not just the photo. We have a couple of ‘security’ cams in this cubicle that record very clear footage as well.” Amy replied with an even bigger grin on her face.
Noticing the scared look I got on my face as the thought of having something like this put online for all to see crossed my mind, Alyssa knew she had full control now. “Better start licking everything clean if you don’t want this to go public, slave.”
“Y-Yes, master…” I started licking, and Alyssa and Amy walked away giggling to leave me to it.

After I couldn’t see a spot of brown left in the entire changing room, I went outside.

“It will be delivered and installed within a week.” I heard Amy say as I walked up to them.
Alyssa noticed me. “You’re clothes are still dirty with brown stains.”
“I-I can’t clean those with just my tongue.”
Alyssa sighed. “Well, you can’t go home in those dirty clothes like this without being noticed.” She walked to a nearby wall and picked up a bondage mask. “Pull this over your head. That way nobody will know it’s you.” She walked to the front door. “I don’t want to be seen with you though, so wait her for a couple of minutes before going home too.”

Alyssa left and it was just me pulling a bondage mask over my head and Amy now. She just continued fiddling with her phone without speaking to me until just before I left. “You are such a lucky fella, having such a beautiful master. Well, I’ll see you again soon.” I left the shop without saying anything back.

I’ve never been in as much of a hurry to get home as I was that day. I looked ridiculous with the mask on and my clothes dirty with shit. I wanted to duck away whenever anyone walked by, but I knew I would never be able to get home that way. Unfortunately the way home took even longer because there was no way I would be able to get in a bus like this, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to try it either.

I was so glad when I finally arrived at our apartment. I rang the doorbell hoping for Alyssa to open up quickly, and luckily she did. “You’re late.” Alyssa swung back her leg and hit me right between the legs. Even with the padding the diaper I was wearing provided, it still hurt enough for me to fall down on my knees. “When I come home later than you, you kiss my feet. When you come home later than me, I kick you in the nads. Fear deal, no?” I was in too much pain to reply. “Hurry up and come in now, I want you to clean my feet.”

Chapter 7: Promotion
Another week past by and Alyssa was more cruel than ever. My body was bruised all over from the powerful lashes of whips and the like, my asshole was expanded even more by even rougher attacks from her big black strap-on, and my balls ached more than ever because of the constant kicks and punched they had been receiving in the past week. I wanted out of this relationship more than ever, but I had no way out. I knew she wouldn’t hesitate to put the video of me eating her diarrhea online as soon as I’d tell her I wanted to stop or I would try to escape. Suprisingly, the one thing she didn’t do again in the past week was using me as a toilet.

I heard the doorbell ring while I was cleaning the bedroom. Alyssa opened up and not much later she walked into the bedroom. “Get dressed, there’s some people here to install a new toilet in the bedroom. Let’s go out while they get to work.” A new toilet? Why would we need a new toilet if the old one works just fine?

I got dressed and followed Alyssa outside. Before we left the apartment I caught a glimpse of the people at work in our bathroom: two young women? For a job like installing toilets..?

We got on the bus like last week, and I quickly realized we were going to the same place again. When we were almost there, Alyssa kept looking at me, her expression getting more excited the closer we got to the fetish shop.

“You look worried, but don’t worry, I won’t do anything with you there today. I just wanted to show you something cool!” We arrived in front of the store, but Alyssa just stopped there. I looked at her quizzingly, and she pointed towards the shopping window. I looked at what was behind the window and quickly noticed a big display saying ‘New hardcore fetish DVD! A man reduced to being nothing but a shit eating slave!’. Below it, was the DVD cover… With an image of me with an open mouth filled with diarrhea!
“Y-You said you wouldn’t spread that video!”
“I said I wouldn’t put it online for all to see. We made a DVD out of it, people have to pay too see it.”
“B-But they can see my face in this shopping window!”
“Oh yeah, I guess so. In any of the other shops that sell this one too, I guess. And I think there’s a picture on the online sale too… Ah well, it can’t be helped. I’m going to pop in and say hi to Amy real quick.” And with that, she left me outside alone for a few minutes.

How did it get this far? My life is ruined. I can’t think of a way to solve this. How will I be able to get a normal job?

After a short while Alyssa came back out. “I think they’re about done with installing our new toilet back home. Let’s go.”
“W-Why would I?”
“What?”
“If the video has already been spread anyway, I can just leave, right?”
“Heh. It may have been released, but this kind of stuff still has a limited audience. Unless your friends and family are into something like this, there’s still a chance they won’t find out. Unless I point them in the right direction, of course.”
“…”
“Well, are you coming?”
“Yes… Mistress…”

When we arrived back at the apartment, the two women were just leaving. “Thanks for your hard work.”
“No problem, ma’am.” We went into the apartment as the installers walked away.
“I want to suprise you with our new toilet, so I’m going to blindfold you after you’ve undressed. Take off the diaper too.”

As soon as I was done taking off all my clothes Alyssa put a blindfold over my eyes and took my hand to lead me to what I could tell, even without sight, was the bedroom. Didn’t she want to show me the new toilet in the bathroom? I walked into something with my foot. Ouch, is there supposed to be something here? Then, Alyssa ordered me to ‘step over the edge’. After that she made me lie down on my back and stick my head in some hole. It was as if I was in some sort of box. It felt soft on the inside, but I had a bad feeling about this. This feeling was only confirmed when Alyssa inserted a big tube deep into my asshole.

“W-what are you doing..?” Before answering, she also put some kind of tube over my chastised penis.
“It’s so you won’t have to lie in your own filth.” She then proceeded to strap me done to the bottom of the box. My wrists, ankles, neck, and belly were strapped down with what felt like leather bindings. I then heard something heavy slide over the ‘box’ I was in, presumably a lid of some sort. “I’ll be right back.” A short while later, I heard Alyssa walk up to where my head was. She grabbed the blindfold and pulled it off so I could see again. “Tadaa!~”

After my eyes adjusted to the light, I could see the shape of a toilet seat above me. I could barely move my head. Above me I could see Alyssa laughing.

“W-What the…”
“Suprise, you are the new toilet!” Alyssa said with a big evil grin.
“…What…?”
“Let me explain. The box you just lied down into was in the bedroom, but the hole you stuck your head through was a hole in the wall that leads to where the bathroom is. To where the toilet was, to be exact. Now you are the toilet. I will sit down on this toilet seat and do my business as if it was any normal toilet. The only difference is that it will land on your face. It’s up to you to try to catch it in your mouth and eat it.”
“There’s no way I will do that! Not even if you spread that video to the people I know!”
“You can keep your mouth closed, but I will not clean the shit off your face and just keep using you. If you don’t eat, it won’t be long before your nose will be covered in shit too. And then it will be up to you to open your mouth and eat the shit on time before you suffocate…”
“Y-You can’t do this! I could… D-Die..!”
“That’s entirely up to you. Now… I’ve been constipated for the past week, but I have the feeling I can go now. Looks like your first job as a toilet is going to be a big one. Congratulations on your promotion!”

She sat down on the toilet seat above me and starting pushing. First some piss soaked my face and hair. Then several farts came out and because of the small closed space my head was in the combined smell was stronger than ever. Then, her anus started puckering. And then it started expanding. And expanding more. A small tip of the coming shit poked out. But Alyssa kept straining, and her anus kept expanding, until finally the turd emerged. It was a monster. As this enormous thing dropped down I realized this thing was too big to even be able to enter my mouth. I would have to bite chunks of it and quickly eat them. The brown monster touched my lips. I gathered all of my will and started biting chunks of it, and quickly swallowed them. Until then the turd had been one solid piece, but now it broke off and it fell down on the side of my face. I kept eating until I couldn’t reach what was left on the side of my face. At that moment Alyssa pushed more smaller chunks of shit out and I catched most of them with my mouth and eat them. I felt bloated after having consumed this ridiculous amount of feces. She wiped her ass, threw away the toilet paper, and then stood up and turned around to me.

“Well, that was it for now. See you later, my cute toilet.~”
Alyssa was about to close the lid above the toilet seat when I yelled “Wait!”
“What is it?”
“There’s still a part of your turd on the side of my face! I can’t reach it and it reeks!”
“Well that’s too bad for you, isn’t it? Maybe you’ll be able to snack on it when it dissolves when I peed over it a couple of times? Bye now.” She closed the lid, plunging me into darkness, and walked away. I was alone with the horrible smell and an even worse taste in my mouth.

Later that day, probably around evening, Alyssa returned. She opened the lid. “I just have to pee now, enjoy your drink.” She sat down and started peeing, whiped when she was done, and was about to close the lid again without saying anything else.
“Wait!”
She sighed. “What is it this time? Sad the shit didn’t dissolve?”
“H-How long are you going to leave me in here?”
Alyssa bursted out laughing. “How long?! What are you saying, why would I let you out again when I can finally fulfill my longtime fantasy as much as I want to? Besides, we don’t even have any other toilet anymore!”
“W-What if I have to go?!”
“That’s what those tubes are for, of course.”
“Y-You can’t do this!! Please, stop this..!”
“I can do whatever I want with you. You’re my slave: my possession.” Laughing, she closed the lid again. In my despair and helplessness, I could do nothing but sob myself to sleep.

Chapter 8: A second course
After a few weeks I lost track of how long I had been serving Alyssa as her personal toilet. It must’ve been at least two months. At first I tried to get used to it, but to no avail. But after some time I realized something: Even through all this, after everything she’s done to me, I still love Alyssa. And with this mindset, I could take this. I still hated being reduced to nothing but a toilet, I still hated the taste of shit, but knowing how much she loves doing this and how much I loved making her happy, I could do this.

One day, after she did her business ‘on’ me, Alyssa spoke to me. She didn’t speak to me very often anymore, and when she did it was usually to humiliate me. “I’ve arranged something special for you today.” I’ve learned her surprises are never something that’s good for me. “You can come in now!”
The bathroom door opened and I heard someone’s voice come from the doorway. “Is he in there..?” I know this voice…
“Yep.~”
The other voice bursted out laughing and the face belonging to the voice appeared above me. “Hi Charlie! Sure got yourself in a strange situation since we’ve last seen each other huh? Did you really need a diploma for this?” Caroline..!?
“W-What are you doing here…?”
Alyssa answered for her. “What do you think? She’s here to serve your desert!”
“N-No… I-I don’t want anyone elses… Please don’t!”
“Toilet, remember your place. You have no say in this.”
Caroline giggled. “I wonder what he dislikes more, being called Charlie or being called ‘toilet’?” She sat down on me and started pushing as if it was nothing. Piss flowed over my face, quickly followed by her soft dark shit. It was even worse than Alyssa’s shit had ever been in both smell and taste. What does this girl eat?! But I kept eating. And eating. How much shit can one girl produce?! I was already full from Alyssa’s load but Caroline just kept going. When she was finally done, my stomach felt more bloated than ever. “So, how did you like my chocolate sundae?” I couldn’t answer Caroline because I had to concentrate on resisting my gag reflex and not puking her ‘dessert’ back all over my own face.
“Answer her, slave.” Alyssa ordered.
I took a deep breath. “…I-It.. Was delicious, mistress C-Caroline…”
“Oooh, such a good little toilet!” Caroline clapped her hands. “I want to reward him! Can I, Alyssa?”
“Hmm.. Fine, I guess. What would you want as a reward, toilet?”
Even if it might be a trap, I wasn’t going to let this chance slip by. “Eh… I would like the chastity device to be removed, mistress…”
“That’s alright.” Alyssa walked around to the bedroom where my body was, Caroline quickly following behind her. They lifted off the lid of the box I was in, and then Alyssa removed the tube from my penis. She shen proceeded to unlock the chastity device. I couldn’t help but be a little happy knowing she had kept the key closeby. “Well, Caroline, you wanted to reward him, right?”
“Yup!~” I felt a hand gently grabbing my penis. Caroline slowly started stroking it, but gradually sped up.
After not having been able to get any relief for months, I was quickly started moaning and was about to reach climax. “A-Ah… I’m gonna…! Th-Thank yo-” But I started thanking her too soon; just before I came, she took her hand off my penis.
“You’re welcome!~”
“Eh..?! B-But, I wasn’t…”
“I can’t make you cum, toilets don’t cum.”
“Y-You can’t do that to me..!”
Then Alyssa intervened. “He’s right. It might be a little too cruel to always arouse him by feeding him our delicious poo but never giving him release. So let’s… Stop him from getting aroused.”
“W-What…?”
Caroline giggled. “You’re so mean, Alyssa.”
I felt a tight grip on my right ball. “The left one is for you, Caroline.” Caroline grabbed my left testicle. “Let’s take our time and have fun doing this, we can only do it once.”

What followed were the most agonizing hours of my life. The girls started pressuring my balls with their hands, digging their nails into the sack. They then started slapping and hitting them. They put clamps on them, they stomped them with their bare feet, they even started torturing my penis too after a while. I begged them to stop, told them I would be glad to eat both of their excretement as often as they’d want without ever getting any sexual relief myself. But they were enjoying this and no words could stop them anymore. Eventually I just stopped begging. That’s when Alyssa told Caroline to put on a pair of sharp heeled boots, doing the same herself. They both pointed a heel at one of my testicles.

“This will be the finisher, put some real power into it. Ready?”
“Yes! Say goodbye to your testies, toilet!~”
“3… 2… 1…” A pain a million times stronger than any I’d ever felt before jolted through my body. I slipped into unconsciousness, but not before vaguely hearing them talk a little more.
“What are you going to do with him now? Keep him here as a toilet a little longer?”
“No, I think it’s time to transfer him to that place… He’s ready now.”

Chapter 9: End of the initial training period
I woke up. My body ached, but my crotch area hurt the most of all. I tried to feel, but I my arms where still restricted. No, not still: again. I had the feeling I had been unconscious way too long. My mouth felt dry. Even though I couldn’t see a thing, I felt dizzy. Had I been drugged after I lost consciousness? Yes, I must have been… Because I’m not in the bathroom back in our -or maybe just Alyssa’s, at this point- apartment anymore. I’m in the same situation, but not in the same place. My restrictments aren’t leather anymore, they’re metal now, allowing not even the slight movements that were still possible in my old restrictments. The padding I was lying on felt different, less soft. My head was tilted backwards more. But the most obvious difference of all was how my mouth was held open by some device, which is probably in part responsible for my dry mouth. My jaw hurt, it was probably the second most aching part of my body. This device held my mouth open even further than Alyssa’s device had done in the changing cubicle. Sure, Alyssa could just have replaced the old ‘toilet box’ I was in and placed me in a new one, but that’d be fairly unlikely. The old one worked after all: why replace it so soon? I was pretty sure I was indeed in a different place and going to find out why soon enough.

Soon enough turned out to be quite some hours. Or it felt like quite some hours had passed at least. Someone walked inside whatever room I was in and opened the lid above me. The face of an unfamiliar woman appeared above me. She was a little older, but gorgeous. Her long red hair fell down along her back as she looked down to me through her glasses and gave me the most gentle of smiles. Her tits were enormous and looked like they were about to pop out of the top of her tight black dress. She was everything that should arouse me, but I wasn’t. I wasn’t able to get aroused.

“Good morning.” The woman started. “You must be confused, so let me explain everything to you. I’m Ms. Ashmore and I own the apartment complex you’re in right now. This special apartment complex is women-only. The room you’re in is a special facility for all the tenants: the human toilet. Your master decided you were trained and ready for a life as a toilet here, and I accepted her generous offer. In exchange, she can live here for free.” Alyssa sold me out for a free living accommodation?! “Now on to your job. In some ways, it is actually easier than your training was. You won’t have to greet or thank your users, as you can’t speak with your mouth held open like that. This will also make it impossible to chew on your ‘food’, so you’ll have to swallow everything you receive whole. This might be hard at first, but you’ll get used to it. But even if you can’t do it, there’s no reason to panic: we have a state-of-the-art system that will detect any problems, and should the need arise it will extend a flat surface in the toilet and push everything in the toilet into your throat. The way your head is tilted backwards allows for this to work as smoothly as possible. That’s basically all that’s changed. Oh, except that this complex has 50 apartments. Assuming every apartment is occupied, you will have at least 50 masters, myself being one of them. Some apartment might be shared with more than one woman though, so it can be more. Female visitors and staff will also be allowed to use you.” There’s no way I can eat that much shit! I’ll explode! “Of course, we realize you can’t handle that much. For this there is a clever system in place as well: the first few women can use you for free, but as you have been used more and more on a day, the price for using you will also automatically go up. When you really would be in danger, the price wouldn’t be at a realistic level anymore. You weren’t trained only to die on us. You will lend us your service for the rest of your life, and we hope this life will last for as long as possible. To accomplish this, we have a great nurse that will check on you once a week and make sure you receive the right supplements.” Ms. Ashmore’s face disappeared from my view. “I’m sure you’re tired of hearing me explain everything and I think I’ve about covered everything, so time to break you in.”

Ms. Ashmore sat down on the seat above me, and started pushing. It wasn’t long before a big turd showed itself. The smell was nauseating: even worse than Caroline’s shit. But surprisingly, when it dropped down in the back of my mouth it turned out the taste wasn’t as bad as Caroline’s shit. It didn’t taste as good as Alyssa’s shit, though (Did I just describe shit as tasting good?!). It was hard, but I managed to force the big turd down and in comparison the next few smaller turds were an easy task.

“Well done. I wish you the best of luck in your future life as a toilet and see you again soon enough.” Ms. Ashmore left, but as soon as she opened the door to the toilet room I was in, she ran into someone.
“Hi, Ms. Ashmore!”
“Oh hello, Alice. You’re here sooner than I had expected.”
“Yes, I couldn’t wait so I came early!~ Besides, it’s important to give him his first supplements as soon as possible.”
“Well, I’ll leave you to it then.”

Another new face appeared above me. This time the face of a bright young girl with short blonde hair. “Hi, I’m Alice and I’ll be your nurse from now on.~ Today, I’ll give you the supplements you’ll definitely need, and from then on I will check on how you’re doing every week and add any aditional supplements if necessary. I’ll also take care of you in case of sickness. Usually, it’s best to swallow your pills with some food, but since you’re a toilet I guess I’ll just take a shit after giving them to you.~” Alice giggled. “Well, let’s get started!”

Alice dropped a couple of pills into my mouth, turned around, took of her short white dress, and sat down. She pushed and slowly but surely a dark brown turd came down. It wasn’t very big, but as it entered my mouth I could feel it was very hard. By far the hardest, most solid shit I’d eaten. It hurt to try and swallow it down, probably more than just swallowing the big pills by themself would’ve. But I knew that wasn’t the real purpose anyway…

Chapter 10: The rest of my life
Days became weeks, weeks became months, months became years. Day after day I performed my ‘task’ as a toilet. Most days became routine work, but once in a while my work was made particularly hard.

For example one day when Caroline came over. Cheery as ever, and enjoying using me as much as ever. But when she was done taking a shit, she had a surprise for me. She pulled out a bloody tampon and peed on me. A little blood was mixed in, but it was nothing too bad. Until she dropped the bloody tampon in my mouth. It seemed like it hadn’t been replaced in a long time, and I had a hard time swallowing the disgusting thing. “Maybe I’ll come give you a special treat like this about once a month, from now on.~” Unfortunately, she made good on this promise.

Every friday, Heather would pay me a visit. Over the years I learned Heather was a successful business woman and made good money. For this reason, she could affort to use me even when I was so full using me would cost $100. Actually, she only used me when I was that full. She took great pleasure in using me when I was already in pain from my stretched belly, and make it even worse. For this reason she even wore a butt plug all week: Unless she had no choice, she wouldn’t poop for an entire week and then release it all in me on friday evening. How she could manage with the stomach aches she must have after not taking a shit for such a long time, I don’t know. She would sit down on me, and just keep pushing out big fat log after log. The first time she did this few times were horrible experiences for me, but over the years I have gotten a little more used to it.

One day, a petite girl with a short black bob cut came in, and didn’t even use me to defecate in. She just sat down on the toilet seat, and lit up a cigarette. She just sat there, smoking her cigarette without saying a word. Then, she slid backwards, and tapped of the ashes into the toilet: my mouth, the hot ashes burning it. She repeated this a couple of times until she was done smoking. This is when she just dropped the stub into my mouth. It sizzled in my mouth and burned my tongue. The girl just walked off without ever having said a single word to me while I waited for the stub to cool down enough for me to be able to swallow it.

During my time as a toilet in this apartment complex, I got sick a couple of times. When one of my users noticed I wasn’t doing so well, she would notify Alice, and Alice would drop by the same day. She would open the box my body was in and check everything out or take some blood samples. When she found out what was wrong with me, she would give me a shot or when possible administer additional oral medicine. One day when I was sick and particualary full, she still gave me some medicine through my mouth and shit in me to help it go down. I was almost as full as I would be on fridays after Heather gave me her weekly visit. This made me wonder how Alice could afford to pay as much to use me as Heather could. As if she read my mind, Alice answered that question for me. “Wow, you’ve really been used a lot today already. Good thing I can enter for free as your nurse.”

Another out-of-the-ordinary event was when one of the women I had somewhat gotten to know came in, seemingly in a hurry. A lot of the woman used me without saying much or anything to me, but this woman was one of the few that did talk to me a lot. Her name is Skylar and she is gorgeous. She’s tall, slightly tanned with some freckles on her perfect face, and has long blonde hair with a single colored streak, the color different almost every time she paid me a visit. She was the only one of my users that was actually nice to me. As I couldn’t speak myself, she had gone through the trouble of finding out my name herself. She would adress me as Charles and talk about herself or her day. I looked forward to her visits and couldn’t help but have somewhat of a crush on her. But this day, when she ran inside in a hurry, she didn’t say anything. She just put her face above me and started vomiting. This was the first time anyone had ever puked in me and it was yet another horrible experience. As I had gotten used to the taste of shit a little by then, this tasted a lot worse. I felt the acid liquid go down my throat as I reculently swallowed it. When she was done at last, she spoke. “Sorry about that Charles… But it turns out I’m pregnant, so I’ll probably be using you for puking in a lot in the next few months. I hope you can get used to it.” From that day on, I looked forward to Skylar’s visits a lot less.

Alyssa also visited me a few times a week. At first she would also talk to me quite a lot. A few months after I had started being a toilet here, she told me about how she and Caroline had started dating. “We only agreed I wouldn’t ‘cheat’ on you with another man”, she said. But as years went by, she talked progressively less to me, and eventually she almost never said a word to me and just used me like the object I had become.

Final chapter: Laid off
I was recently told by one of my users today is my tenth anniversary as a human toilet for the occupants of this apartment complex. Nothing can surprise me anymore, and I’ve learned to accept and at times even enjoy my situation.

It’s friday evening and Heather just did her business in me, so I’m full to the limit again. I was just about to go to sleep when I heard the door open. How is this possible?! If what I heard was correct, after Heather uses me for the steep price of $100, the price for using me skyrockets to the even more absurd price of $1000. Then Alice’s face appeard above me. That explains it, she can use me for free.

“Hi, I know this is not our usual day and time for check-ups, but I was asked to check on you.” She kneeled down and looked at me. “Hmm, yes, looks like you need some additional medication.” Huh? She didn’t check my body, she didn’t perform any tests, but just looked at my face a few seconds and decided I need medicine? What’s going on..?

Alice dropped some pills in my mouth and stood up, about to turn around. I can’t handle any more shit than this! I looked at her with pleading eyes, but she didn’t (or pretended not to) notice and turned around. For the first time in a long time, I’m scared by a woman’s butt sitting down on the toilet seat above me and the descending poop a while later. In tears because of the pain, I tried to eat as much as I could, but unfortunately I just couldn’t get the last piece stuffed into my stomach. This one piece is stuck in my throat now, unable to go either up because of my trained anti-gag reflex, or down because of my bloated stomach. Will my stomach even be able to digest everything before tomorrow morning when it’s stretched to its limit like this?! But Alice is a nurse… She should notice the pain I’m in from my face when she looks down at me one more time before she leaves, as she always does. Ah, there it is, she’s looking! But there’s no gasp of a nurse noticing her patient is in pain… But a giggle. A giggle, and the scariest words I’ve ever heard: “It’s been a pleasure taking care of you all this time. Too bad tonight will be your last night.”

I don’t know why that terrified me as much as it did, but I have a very bad feeling about this. This feeling was confirmed when a few minutes later the door opened yet again… And Alyssa’s face appeared above me. How could Alyssa afford to visit me at a price like this?!

“Hello slave.” She began. “You must be wondering how I can afford the $1000 price it costs just to use you right now.” She stopped talking for a while, as if expecting me to talk even though I can’t. “As you might know, today is your tenth anniversary here. To thank me for helping the occupants of this building get this facility, some of the girls decided to give me a present. They asked me if I had anything I wanted, and I did. One last wish to truly fulfill my kink. So the girls all pitched in so I could use you after Heather. And to make sure you would be extra full when it was my turn, we asked Alice to go before me.” Alyssa turned around and sat down on me.

She can’t be serious… I’m full! Nothing could possibly fit anymore, it will just accumulate inside the toilet bowl above my mouth… And it did. Because my nose isn’t inside the bowl itself like in the toilet box back at Alyssa and mine’s apartment, I can still breath. What is the purpose of this? This is Alyssa’s final dream? To get me as full as possible with shit and make me eat more shit as soon as some space has freed up in my stomach? I can do that… Because even after all this, I can’t deny I still have some feelings for her. She’s obviously gotten a little older in these past 10 years, but not even slightly less beautiful.

Alyssa stood up, wiped her bottom, pulled up her panties and skirt, and turned around. “And now we wait.” Wait? For what…?

It took me a while, but when I remembered my heart stopped for a while: the system that forces poop down in case I can’t swallow it myself. It had activated in the past, but only in the first few months when I still had to get used to swallowing without chewing. No wonder I forgot. Then I heard the vaguely familiar sound of the system activating. No!! At this rate, I will die! My stomach will explode! The platform slid out, and started pressing down, forcing the poop inside my throat.

As the pain kept increasing, Alyssa’s face became redder and redder. A wicked smile appeared on her face. “It’s been so long… At first I thought I would have to keep this dirty fantasy of pooping inside a man a secret for my entire life. But then… I discovered your dirty fantasies and took my chance to fulfill my fantasies. Slowly but surely, I was able to enact all of them on you. And now, all these years later, it’s finally time to fulfill that last fantasy… To kill you by blowing up your stomach with an enormous amount of shit.”

This is it… I’m really going to die. How did it get to this? At what point should I’ve made a run for it? Or should I’ve never tried to fulfill my own fantasies at all? Or maybe… I was doomed from the very moment I saw this shy girl walk in campus and fell in love with her instantly all those years ago. Pain like I’d never felt before erupted from my stomach, and then everything went black. The final words I heard were “Goodbye, my disgusting toilet.”

As I heard him explode, heard him die… I came. The ultimate sexual experience I had been looking for my entire adult life. And it was every bit as satisfying as I’d imagined. So this is it… Was this the last time I would do something like this? I walked outside to greet Caroline with a kiss.
“Is he…?”
“Yeah.”
“How was it?”
“The best experience of my life. It was so good, I can’t wait to get upstairs and make love to you one more time…”
“One more time?”
“Before we start your training.”
“W-what…?”
I Guess it won’t be the last time.

The end.

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A quick and kinky lesbian fantasy!

This is a fictional story, based on true events.

My cousin Kelly & I have always been…..flirty. We used 2 play, ‘show & tell’ when we were like, 5 or 6. When we got 2 be teens there were a cpl times she sat on my lap. 1ce because there was no room in the backseat, (actually I think I was about 14 then, she’d been about 12) & 1ce on our grandmothers porch swing when she did it 4 the shiggles of it. I got hard both times & both times she looked at me & smiled. Then 1ce sitting on a graveyard wall behind our grandma’s house she just blurted out, “Well, I suck dick now.” All I could think was a wish that she’d practice on me. Of COURSE I didn’t verbalize it. (dumbass)
Flash forward about 20 yrs. Kelly & I have remained close all this time. Even still a little flirty at times. Sometimes when we’d go out 2 smoke during the Christmas get 2gether, we’d stand….oddly, close. A couple times she’d asked me 2 put my arm around her 2 protect her from the cold….& a cpl times I did it 4 the shiggles of it.Of course around the corner of the house out of any1 elses’ view. Then there was last Nov. when I “accidentally” sent her a cell phone pic of my cock. (Which btw she didn’t freak out about, accepted the “accident” as meaning 2 send it 2 my gf 4 a Christmas card. Pretty sure she knew I didn’t have a gf.)
Well, about 4months ago I had 2 make a trip 2 her place. (u don’t need 2 know why) I hadn’t actually thought about her, really, sexually, in a while but when I walked in that all changed. GRANTED, it was 8:30ish, in the am, so she might have been wearing what she slept in, but then again she knew I was coming over. When I walked in there stood my cousin in nothing but an over-sized (4 her) wife-beater that stopped just below her waist and a pair of pale pink thong panties. My cock immediately stood up and paid attention.
I guess at this point I should describe Kelly. She’s about 5’4″ roughly 110 lbs. Wavy, dark blonde hair just past her shoulders green eyes, like mine, and probably a small b-cup set of titties with her nipples poking through her shirt.
She acted pretty non-chalant about the way she was dressed and just told me 2 sit on the couch. She sat beside me with 1 knee up on the couch and her other foot on the floor, allowing a good look between her legs.(which I’m now sure was intentional) so I could see the wet spot in her light pink panties. She had evidently had something on her mind well b4 I showed up, & was apparently eager 2 show me. I figured the hell with it and positioned myself so that my hard-on was evident. I saw her eyes lower and her smile b4 she started talking. (again, none of ur concern) After we finished she asked me if I wanted a drink. “Sure, I’ll take a coke if u have 1.” She had other ideas.
I watched as she took the mixers out of the fridge and fixed a very tall Long Island Iced Tea. I thought it was a bit early 4 that, but then again, I wasn’t exactly thinking with the head on my shoulders. I took the offered drink & sat back, my hard-on plain through my shorts. As we sat and sipped, (well, I sipped, she pretty much gulped down her 1st & started on a 2nd) 3 things became very obvious 2 me. 1. the neck of her wife-beater had been cut out, making the tops of her tits all the more visible(as if her nipples weren’t already). 2. the wet spot in her panties was….well, wetter. 3. she was trying 2 make both very obvious 2 me, with the way she’d lean down 4 a view of her tits or lean back so I could see her panties.
I couldn’t help myself anymore as my hard-on was becoming uncomfortable so I had 2 adjust myself. I tried 2 be coy about it but when I did she immediately responded with a smile and kinda sarcastically, “Damn, Scott. That because of me?” & then a bit more seductively, biting her lower lip, “Or 4 me?” I felt totally flushed. I know my face was as red as the head of my cock but I figured there was no more point in bullshitting around the situation. I finally took a deep breath and the best smile I could muster said, “I guess it’s a little of both Kelly.”
She reached over with her right hand and began stroking my cock when she said, “U know this has been coming 4 a long time right?” she asked between breaths. “I really hadn’t thought about it in a while till u sent me that picture of ur dick. I’ve been thinking about it almost non-stop since.” I saw her left hand then begin rubbing the moist spot in her panties and reached behind her head and pulled her mouth 2 mine, kissing her deeply. Not at all like cousins should kiss, but a deep, passionate kiss. Our tongues exploring each others mouths probing a lil deeper each second, her right hand rubbing furiously against my hard cock then her left finding it’s way 2 her pussy. I still had 1 hand behind her head but as I moved my lips from her mouth 2 her neck the other joined hers on her pussy. As soon as my hand clasped over hers, she raised her hips & 2gether we slid her panties off. What I saw was quite a surprise, I always actually pictured in my head her having a really hairy pussy, but what I saw barely had any at all on it. More or less like 3 or 4 days worth of growth, like she just hadn’t gotten around 2 shaving it. She saw my expression & must have known what I was thinking. “I got….inspired, bout a year ago.” “Inspired by what?” I asked. “Taylor don’t have any hair on her pussy so I decided 2 try it myself.”
HOLY SHIT, TAYLOR. Kelly’s 10 yr. old daughter who it just dawned on me was staying with her 4 the summer and I guessed was still sleeping in her bed. I couldn’t help myself but had 2 ask. “How do u know?” The easy answer would have been 4 her 2 tell me that she’d just seen her get out of the bath, or that, DUH, she was 10. But her answer was nowhere near either. She leaned back on the couch opening her pussy 4 me & told me,”Because Scott, I’ve seen it….” she paused 4 a second, “up close &” another slight pause with a lick of her lips & a smile, “personal.” HOLY SHIT I thought. Again. At 1st I had worried what would happen if Taylor walked in & caught us. It wouldn’t be like her catching her mom fucking some random guy. She was familiar with me, knew we were related. Then I realised silently that Kelly’s pussy was nothing Taylor hadn’t seen b4. I usually have about a 7 inch cock, I would swear it grew an extra inch at that thought. I knew 4 sure it felt like the skin stretched tighter than it had ever been b4.
I didn’t ask any questions, I figured I could get them answered later. Kelly then pulled off her loose fitting wife-beater exposing her beautiful little(ish) titties and her perfect little red nipples sticking straight out.I pull my shirt off and Kelly’s mouth is on 1 of my nipples. She strokes my cock a lil more b4 fumbling with my pants button. I pull her back and placed my mouth over her left tit and finished the job of removing everything from the waist down. While I sucked on 1st, her left tit then moved 2 her right, my right hand found it’s way 2 her wet hole. At 1st I rubbed my fingers up & down her slit b4 inserting my 1st & middle fingers inside her, while using my thumb 2 massage her stiff clit. I continued going back & forth between her tits while she leaned her head back and let out a huge moan.
After a cpl minutes of fingering and tit sucking she pulled my face 2 hers 4 another long kiss. She then moved her mouth back 2 my chest and switched between my nipples 4 a minute b4 starting downward. As she kissed my belly and stroked my cock I heard a door open. I leaned my head back 2 see Taylor dressed in nothing but a little pair of white cotton panties. She evidently slept with no top on, (something I’m guessing Kelly taught her.) her little barely A cup titties showing 4 the world. She already seemed wide awake & very aware of what was happening in front of her, evidenced by the little damp spot in her panties. B4 I could say anything, let alone protest, while my eyes were still locked on the practically naked princess behind me, I felt kelly’s mouth surround my cock. I looked down at the back of my 1st cousins head bobbing up and down then quickly back at my younger cousin, her daughter 2 c her reaction. I thought 4 a brief second that Kelly may not have heard the door or knew her little girl was in the room but that doubt quickly passed when I saw Taylor had pulled her panties off & was tugging on her own nipples, what looked 2 be almost painfully. But the look on her face was sheer enjoyment. I felt Kelly’s tongue sliding up and down the length of my cock when I looked back down 2 see her look up & smile. “That feel good?” she asked. “Hell yes!” She cocked her head 2 her daughter, “Look good?” she laughed a lil. What was I gonna do, lie? “Hell yes!” was my reply again. Kelly went back 2 sucking me while I watched Taylor still tugging at her nipples tho she had moved 2 the chair a few feet away. I took inspiration from her and reached below Kelly’s chin & began tugging at my balls. I almost lost control and warned her as such. “Give me a minute or 2 2 calm down.” “Yea,” she said with a smile, “I get that.” While I laid my head back and caught my breath I looked back over at Taylor. She was still using 1 hand 2 practically pull her nipples off & the other had made it’s way 2 her little bald slit. As she rubbed herself she let out a long gasp and finally spoke. “Mommy, u said u’d show me how.” “How what?” I asked. Instead of Kelly, Taylor answered. “She said she’d show me how 2 suck, how 2 REALLY suck. Besides a banana or dildo.” “& I will.” Kelly replied, almost angrily. Taylor just flopped back in2 the big chair, clearly frustrated but still with her hand on her pussy. She wasn’t really playing with it anymore, just a lil rub every few seconds. “I’m sorry hon,” Kelly said, “u mad at mommy?” Kelly pouted her bottom lip and taylor grinned, then laughed. “Come here sweetie.” Taylor got up and walked over 2 her mom. Kelly stuck her bottom lip out again and Taylor took it between her lips, sucking on it lightly. Kelly then used her upper lip 2 tug on her daughters. Their mouths parted and I saw their tongues begin playing b4 their mouths closed on each other. They kissed 4 a good while, every now & then breaking 4 air with me getting another good look at their intertwined tongues. “I will show u baby,” Kelly finally said, “u’ve just gotta be patient.” “U’ve been showin me how 2 play with & eat pussy 4 over a year, I wanna suck a dick.” “I’ll tell u what, show ur cousin how u eat pussy, & I’ll try & get u a good cock 2 practice on.” This seemed 2 at least momentarily sate her as she quickly buried her face in her mommy’s soaked pussy. I sat up on the arm of the couch. All I could see was Taylors dark hair moving around on her mom, and her lil ass sticking up in the air. But Kelly’s moans were all I needed 2 tell me the story 4 the moment. I saw Kelly place her hand on the back of Taylors head as she began 2 thrust in2 her face and I knew she was cumming. She let out a shriek, “Oh,…oh fuck……oh YES!!!!!” Taylor raised up & kissed her mom again, Kelly then licked her cum off Taylors chin & lips, then pushed her back 2 her pussy. “Oh Taylor, my baby.” She began moaning again and between them motioned 4 me 2 come around where I could see. Sure enough Taylors tongue was hard at work going between Kelly’s clit and inside her. Kelly continued 2 grind her baby’s face then caught me eye 2 eye. She looked down at the lovely pre-teen whose face was buried between her legs then mouthed the most amazing thing I’d ever…..not, heard. “Would u let her suck u?” I didn’t have the tact 2 answer silently & just blurted, “Fuck, yes I will.”
My cock was already near Kelly’s head and she gently pushed me down even with Taylor’s head which was still licking up mommy juice. She then put her right hand on my ass and used her left 2 lift up her daughters head & turn it towards me and saying, “Here it is, suck it.” Taylor looked up at me with a literal, wide eyed innocense, like she wasn’t exactly sure if she should. Kelly told her softly, “It’s ok baby, he wants it.” I added equally as softly, “Go ahead Taylor, I’d be honored 2 be the 1st cock in ur mouth.” She then seemed 2 lose any inhibitions she might have had and wrapped 1 small hand around my cock & began 2 lick it from about midway 2 the head and back again. She repeated this several times, me & Kelly both looking on in awe, b4 stopping at the tip and wrapping her lips around the head. She sucked lightly on the head 4 a few seconds b4 taking a cpl inches in2 her mouth. She sucked on those 2 inches a few times b4 releasing me & saying, “This is harder than with a toy.” “It’s ok hon, ur doing wonderful.” Kelly assured her. She raised up 2 sit on the couch and took me in her tiny hand again. Then taking a deep breath she decided 2 get bold. She practically forced over 3 inches in2 her mouth b4 sliding her lips back up, then about 4 inches, her lips slid back up and another release. She seemed a lil frustrated. “I can get almost a whole 7 inch dildo down…..” Her lips slid over my cock again. Again 4 inches and back up. Kelly reminded her 2 relax her throat, then took my cock from Taylor. Kelly’s lips wrapped around my head, then with both hands on my ass took me slowly so taylor could see, all the way down. Her lips slid up, then all the way again. And again b4 releasing me & handing me back over 2 her kid. “Remember, relax.” Taylor did as her mom had done and placed her hands on my ass, wrapped her lips over my cock-head, & took the previous 4 inches easier than b4, I felt her breathe out through her nose b4 trying a little more, then a little more. Soon I was sure she had a full 6 inches down her throat. I leaned my head back and felt her lips slide back up my shaft, b4 taking me again. She repeated this several times, each time seemingly getting easier 4 her, & definitely more pleasurable 4 me. When she did stop 4 good I saw Kelly hugging her close then kiss her again, tasting her cousins cock on her daughters breath.
I sat on the other side of Taylor & let my hand find it’s way 2 her wet, hairless cunt while she continued 2 kiss her mother. My finger found her tight little hole & she broke the kiss from Kelly and turned 2 me. I told her she did an excellent job, then she reached behind my head 4 our own kiss. I continued 2 finger her little hole, while our tongues explored each others, when suddenly she broke. I looked and saw Kelly sucking on her left nipple practically trying 2 tear it away between her teeth. She had put a hand behind her mother’s head while she continued 2 nibble so I just joined in taking her other perky little nipple in2 my mouth. We continued the sucking till Kelly finally stopped & told Taylor 2 move 2 1 end of the couch.
While Taylor leaned against 1 couch arm, I leaned against the other. Kelly straddled me, facing her daughter & guided my cock in2 her sopping wet hole. She guided it in easily and the feeling when my cock fully penetrated her was, well….indescribable. I reached around pinching Kelly’s nipples like she was sucking on Taylors. She began sliding up and down my cock feeling her slippery cunt against it. I couldn’t see Taylor but knew she was playing with her pussy watching mommy get fucked from the noises she was making. Kelly then just began grinding her hips against mine in rythm with my thrusts. I heard Taylor say she wanted 2 do that, but I don’t think Kelly did because her orgasms were coming hard and coming fast. Over and over she convulsed, her pussy tightening around my cock until at least 4 had taken her. When they subsided she fell over putting her hands down 2 catch her fall. I pushed her off me long enough to get on all 4’s b4 plunging in2 her again from behind. I could now clearly see Taylor rubbing her little clit furiously and like her mother b4, cumming over & over again. Kelly then grabbed her daughter by the ankle & pulled her close enough that she could bury her face in her daughter’s cunt. I watched my cousin eat her daughter’s pussy while I pounded away from behind, knowing i couldn’t last much longer.
I grabbed Kelly by her hair, jerking her mouth off her daughters’ pussy & pulled out. My 1st shot landed from her chin 2 her forehead. She then opened up & took about 2 inches in her mouth, using her hand 2 milk the last 3 shots. When I was spent, she opened her mouth 2 show me what she had, then turned 2 her baby girl.
When they kissed u could see the cum seeping between their mouths. Taylor curled her nose up at 1st, & I think tried 2 pull away, but mommy held firm. Soon the cum was dripping between them landing on their chests & bellies. When they did part, cum was all around both their mouths & all over their chins. Kelly swallowed the last bit in her mouth, & Taylor, mimicking her did the same. Taylor then whispered something I couldn’t hear in2 her mothers ear & all Kelly did was laugh a lil & say, “Maybe.”

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Lil glares at Rose and Rose’s parents are none the wiser.

POV: Lil

“Rose!” Kate yelled from the table facing Rose’s room. “Dinner is ready!”

I suddenly peeked towards the hallway that led to the bedrooms and instantly began licking my lips. ‘Now the twenty-year-old goddess is coming,’ I thought before my right hand nonchalantly made the trip under my skirt.

I just sat there with my eyes on the 6 x 10-foot opening, awaiting Rose’s arrival.

‘There she is, a dazzling brunette, with great breasts, a perfect smile and of course that phenomenal body. That one that made my hand come in my panties, and is making me vibrate now,’ I thought as she walked into the dining room with us. ‘Oh, Kate, you gave birth to one sexy chick,’ I thought before I drooled a little bit.

“Hey, Mom, hey, Dad,” she greeted them before she sat down across from me. “And hi, Lil, how are you doing?” she pondered, peeking at me.

‘Quit staring at her tits, stop it,’ I thought, biting my lip.

Then my head slanted up. “I’m fine, Rose, you are looking good.”

“Yes, that’s the word that fits here,” Chase pointed out, glancing at her. “Hun, are you really gonna sit at the dinner table with a guest wearing a tank top and gym shorts? Can’t you put a t-shirt on, at least for Lil’s sake? She is like a second mom to you, so go put something on, Rose.”

“Dad,” Rose whined, looking at him. “Lil has seen me slightly underdressed before; it isn’t anything to get upset about, okay? It is not like I’m making her feel uncomfortable. You let your guard down when it comes to family, even though she isn’t genetically related to me, I don’t kiss her ass or treat her differently from mom.”

I viewed her crack again. ‘I’m not uncomfortable, none whatsoever, in fact, Chase. Your daughter is one sexy chick, and I love seeing whatever skin she wants to show it. Hell, I’m even okay with her showing a little more. I understand why you don’t like seeing her dressed like that, but I certainly love the sight sitting a few feet in front of me,’ I thought before I squinted at her boobs. ‘Shucks, she is one lucky bitch. I’ve never even been with a woman, but yet, I’m rubbing my pussy with both of your parents just within sniffing distance of me.’

“Well, Lil?” Kate asked in a tone while glancing at me. “Do you have anything to say?”

I gazed at her for a moment as neither of us spoke a word. Although, Kate moved her head towards Rose a couple of times.

I studied Rose for another moment and did my best not to cheese. ‘I can only guess she wants me to say something negative about Rose’s outfit, but to hell with that. Fuck me; I want your daughter so badly right now, Kate. I don’t think I’ll ever tell you or her about my lust, but every time I see her, I seem to want her a little more.’

“Lil, are you going to say something to your goddaughter?” Chase groaned.

I swallowed as I bit down on my bottom lip for a moment. I peeked at both Chase and Kate a couple of times, but then my eyes landed back on Rose. I found her to be unphased; she just ate the spaghetti as if there was no elephant in the room.

‘Does she know I want her? How else would she be so calm right now?’ I thought, continuing to rub my cherry. “I think Rose should only wear her blue tank top and red gym shorts if she is comfortable in them. Even if I’m technically a guest here in this house, I don’t think she should have to dress up on my behalf,” I mentioned before my eyes settled on Rose. “She is an adult in college now, and I think you two should at least respect her choice in clothes while she is just here at home,” I said while breathing heavily.

“Ha, you see, Mom and Dad, Lil understands,” Rose said before she took another bite. “I’m sure Maria dresses like me now and then.”

Everyone stayed silent for a moment, but my hand never stopped moving. My mouth opened up a bit, but I kept a somewhat low profile.

“Fine,” Kate murmured, sitting back. “You are lucky I love you, Rose.”

“I know,” Rose agreed, prior to looking at me. “Hey, Lil, my mom told me that she gave me my name because you brought her red roses? And you were the first one to bring her something in the hospital, even before my grandma?”

“When she came to see Maria for the first time, she didn’t bring me anything though, so I just named her after her grandma, but yes, that story is true. I thought she was nuts, but you are her daughter, and you just as special as the best looking and smelling rose in the world.”

Rose’s eyebrows went up, and she leaned back a bit too. I nearly thought I pressed a wrong button, but then she calmly stood up and came to me.

“Thank you,” she said before she encased her arms around me. 

“Your welcome,” I stated, returning the favor.

We held each other for a moment, but said nothing after that.

‘Shit, shit, shit, my panties completely soaked, and I think some juice might be leaking off the chair too. Damn, this sensual young woman is doing things to me. Crap, what if I act on my desires and I mess things up with everyone in this room?’ 

She delivered a peck on my cheek and sat back down.

I let out an extra deep breath. “Fudge,” I muttered as softly as possible. “I just came.”

I felt a full body high with them all still there. I wasn’t sure if anyone had their eyes on me, but I did my best not to give myself away. It came as no easy task, but I calmly let my hand out of my panties and brought my hand into the light.

‘Chase is spouting off about something as Rose and Kate have their eyes on him, so I’ll nonchalantly let my fingers into my mouth,’ I thought, prior to doing it. ‘Now I’m sucking off all my of juice as they seem to have no idea of my actions. The best juice comes from my fantasy with Rose.’

I let my fingers out a moment later, but then I glanced at Rose. Her eyes met mine, and she smirked at me. Not a naughty smile, but like a sweet one. I was completely unsure if it meant anything, but she had me more than curious.

She broke eye contact with me, but I brought my fingers to my lips. ‘Crud, what if I freaked her out though? She could know I was masturbating, and maybe she didn’t actually like it. Damn, but I could be paranoid now.’

She seemed okay, but whether she was faking it or not, I had no idea. Chase and Kate went back and forth for the rest of the meal, and Rose did make eye contact with me several times over that time too.

I fought the urge to let my hand back into my panties again, but then I got up. “Thanks for the meal, Kate,” I said, peeking at her.

“Fuck, you are practically part of the family, Lil. These two know how much I love cooking without making a dime, you don’t need to thank me. The Roses said it all, so you don’t need to thank me.”

“Okay, but would it be okay if I took a shower? My water heater is busted.”

“Yes, take forty minutes if you want, babe. Did you get enough to eat though, you only had one plate?”

I bit down on my bottom lip for a few seconds, and I saw Rose for a split second. “Yeah, I’m good, thank you,” I replied before I headed into the hallway.

I hurried as quickly as I could without running. I certainly didn’t want to make the floor creak, but I quickly made my way into the bathroom.

I went in and shut the door. “Shit, Rose might know that I want to get right between her legs and eat her out,” I moaned, turning around and pressing my backside against the door. “She really got my slit wet, damn, it was inappropriate for her to wear those clothes to dinner, but I wasn’t about to tell Kate and Chase that she should put better clothes on,” I let out, prior to lifting my skirt again and letting my hand into my panties. “Who knows, maybe a cute twenty-year-old light brunette would be interested in an older dark brunette. I have bigger cans and a pretty face, just like her. Maybe she’d be open to at least experiment. She could be interested somewhat in seeing if she just might like girls. There is only one way to find out,” I moaned, caressing my twat. “I feel weird, but I can’t just stop. Whether she wanted to or not, Rose made my heart blossom with lust and love for her. I can’t justify it correctly, but it seems to be eating me up inside now. My water heater is working perfectly; I just had to get some privacy.”

I rubbed my cherry fiercely for a few moments as I could only hear myself breathing, rubbing my lips down there and my back scrubbing the door. As time went on, my hand went faster, as if a faster orgasm meant a better one.

It really felt like it was just about being anxious and ready for her. I knew everything I’d ever want to do with her if I ever got the chance. So, it was just a matter of that awkward time when I had to tell her I wanted her.

“I want you so badly, Rose, but I just can’t tell you. I would rock your world in bed, and make you one sexier woman ready to please any woman you could ever get your hands on, including me. I’d eat that sweet pussy for you and drink every single ounce of juice you could let out. I’ve never eaten a snatch before, but I’m more than confident I’d make you love me as a lover. I’m more than positive, you adorable angel.”

My mouth opened wide and I undid my skirt. It fell right off, and then I closed the gap between me and the sink. I slanted my body down and let my free hand down. I grabbed onto the end tightly and held it.

I stuck a couple of fingers up into my slit. “Yes, I’m almost there, Rose,” I moaned, moving my fingers even faster.

My entire body shook, and I felt like I just got out of the shower. I hadn’t been in there yet, but I needed to get myself off thinking about Rose’s sweet body and mine together. I failed to utter another word for another moment, but then there was a knock at the door.

“Lil,” Rose called out, knocking. “I don’t hear the water running, and I need to use the bathroom.”

“Shit,” I whispered, prior to going to the shower. “Yes, I’m just about to get in, just wait a minute.”

“Okay.”

I bit my bottom lip and clenched my fists. I didn’t know what to do exactly, but I just stripped and hurried right into the shower. I turned on the water and shut the clear, but blurry door. Shortly after that, I heard the door open.

I licked my lips as I looked at the door. ‘There Rose is, I’m naked, and she is in the same room as me.’

I knew she could peek right back at me, so I made sure not to stare. Although, I did notice that she pushed her shorts down and sat down on the toilet. My figure vibrated even more than when I was masturbating a couple of minutes ago.

I felt the urge to put my hand right back on my pussy, but I resisted in attempts not to give myself away. I just washed my hair for a moment as Rose did her business. After I rinsed it, my eyes went back to her and then she rose up.

So I had to look away as I heard the toilet flush. I just clenched my fists again, and my feet began tapping the floor as I just waited for the ravishing woman to leave. Although, after a full minute as she flushed, I noticed she was still there. I kept my eyes off her and tried to remain cool.

It came as no easy task, but I waited for another moment before I had to glance again. ‘I think she is underdressed and standing right in front of the shower. Why is she doing that? Crap, maybe she does know about my crush.’

“Hey, Lil?” she asked.

I covered my face with both palms for a few seconds, but let them slide down. I felt my heart beating incredibly fast, and I nearly thought a heart attack was approaching. I swallowed once and calmly grabbed the door.

I slid it open enough for my head to poke out. “Rose, why are you just in your bra and panties?”

She just smiled and stood there for a moment. I couldn’t help, but to examine her figure and lust after it like the horny chick I was.

“So, were you actually just masturbating, thinking about me, Lil?”

I failed to utter a word, but my tongue and lips said everything. I couldn’t stop myself to save my life, she just put herself out there, and I had to take advantage.

“You are eyeballing my boobs now, Lil, are you a lesbian? Does Maria know?”

“No, but those much bigger and sexier up close and without that top,” I muttered, ogling them.

No one said a word for another moment, but then I felt her palms come onto my cheeks. She angled my head back up and calmly brought her hands back. Her eyebrows went up, and she nodded once.

The whole time, I just breathed heavily and fought the urge to attack her. “You aren’t going to tell your mom, are you?”

“About you masturbating thinking about me a few minutes ago, eye fucking me at the table or about you doing it now?”

“All of the above.”

She shook her head no, and she brought her face close to mine. I had no clue what idea she had in mind, but she stopped only a couple of inches in front of me.

‘Does she want me to kiss her? I can’t just do that, what if it is a trap? She could tell her mom, and then there’d be this giant odd wedge between us,’ I thought, licking my lips. ‘On the other hand, what if she is at least interested in finding out if she likes me?’

“Lil, I know you are like a second mom to me, but this is where you kiss me.”

I failed to think any further, I just opened the door up entirely and pressed my lips to hers and closed my eyes. I wasn’t sure how long she was going to let me go, but I just went for it.

‘Holy shit, I’m kissing her now.’

After forty seconds, she gently pushed me off her. “I knew it; you want to fuck the shit out of me, don’t you?”

I just took an extra deep inhale, followed by an exhale a moment later. “You could say that, Rose. May I please you without that cute pink bra and panty set?”

“Sorry, Lil, you have to take me out to dinner first,” she broke the news, backing away somewhat.

I bit down on my bottom lip and glanced at her bosoms. “When and where, Rose?” I pondered, looking back at her face.

“No, Lil, that was a joke,” she objected, putting her hands up. “We can’t get involved. I’m not even really into girls, but you are stunning,” she complimented me, checking out my body. “Even if I was a lesbo, you are still you. I’ve known you my whole life, so there is a lot of conflicted emotions there, but I had to confirm my suspicions though. You can’t get away with leering at me so many times, I’ve caught you over ten different times just in the past month. If you are curious, I suggest you find someone else to be sure. Ask one of Maria’s friends.”

I stayed silent for a few seconds, and I found myself tingling a bit inside. “Then why dare I ask: did you let me kiss you?”

“Well, you being like an aunt or second mom to me did get you that benefit,” she replied before she leaned down to grab her clothes. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone,” she assured me before she glanced down. “And I wasn’t full of shit: you do have a dazzling body, Lil.”

“Thank you.”

She went to the door, and my eyes were pasted to her like white on rice. She turned around and peeked back at me again. I thought she’d say something, but then her right hand went to her back. I immediately felt some juice flow down my legs as I saw her bra slowly come off.

“I take it that you like my melons,” she pointed out before she jiggled them around.

“I do,” I answered, nodding.

She stood there for another moment and let me soak in her knockers anyway. I wasn’t sure why she let me see them, but I just enjoyed the view.

“Wow, you have a perfect formula for a great rack, Rose. Your boobs are perfectly sized for her body and perfect pink nipples too.”

She giggled and then she put her top back on. “Have fun playing with your bald pussy, Lil,” she said before she began to turn away.

“Wait.”

“What?” she wondered, peeking back.

I closed my eyes for a second and took a deep breath. “May I please see your pussy?”

“Not right now, but never say never,” she said before she blew me a kiss and disappeared out into the hallway.

I immediately closed the shower door and leaned back on the side wall. “Fuck me, did that just happen?” I asked myself before a pause where I closed my eyes. “Yep, it happened. Those tits are tattooed in my head now,” I murmured before I placed my hand back onto my slit. “If you wanted to give me masturbation material, you did well, goddaughter,” I moaned before I began playing with my twat.

She was already in my system, but her actions suddenly made her spread throughout my body like a sexual virus. I didn’t know what to make of it all, but I was indeed happy at the moment.

“Yes, I’ll lick those nipples for you, Rose. I’ll do it, just say the word.”

My back rubbed onto the wall again, and I felt my whole body become weak. I leaned down as already became challenging to stay upright. I was just too busy assaulting my cherry even to care that she had me under her spell.

Even with the hot water splashing me, I knew for sure that I was letting out my juice rapidly and I was getting hotter than hell. Everything and nothing seemed to be wrong. I knew because of our relationship, it was screwed up, but her allowing me to see her made it alight.

“Yes, I want to do it with you, Rose. I want to get you in bed and keep you in it for over a week straight. I’ll eat your pussy, scissor with you, fuck you with a strap-on and everything else I’ve seen in porn. Even if neither one of us is lesbians, I’ll make sure we’re both down with the pussy by the time we walk out of the bedroom.”

I spouted off endless sexy things about her, as I came several times. I didn’t seem to have a goal in mind; I just wanted her in my mind for as long as possible. Regardless of what it meant exactly, I was more than okay thinking of her in that way.

I fingered myself over and over again as I just maintained the exact position. The water became cool after a while, but it didn’t phase me. I never opened my eyes either, but I made sure to keep my ears open in case someone came in or knocked.

“Shit!” I cried, hitting the side wall. “I must fuck that bitch. I gotta have her at least once if only to get her out of my system. I want to see her pussy now, along with the rest of her naked body. Shit, she is beautiful in every sense of the word, and having sex with her would just be own personal heaven.”

I got out a few minutes later, dried off and got dressed too. I didn’t even bother saying goodbye to anyone; I just needed to get out of there for the time being. Maybe I was afraid that I was too horny then, or it’d just be too obvious what my feelings were for Rose.

Anyway, I went home and headed straight to my bedroom. “Fuck me, Rose is ravishing,” I muttered, walking in there. “She looks even better than Kate did at that age,” I said as I began to strip.

As I got down to my bra and panties, I strolled to my mirror. “I think I’m sexy, and I know I could surely attract a lesbian if I tried. I just know it: Rose would love me even more if she gave me the chance to pleasure her. I know she must be at least slightly curious, considering she let me kiss her,” I explained before a pause. “Shit, there has got to be a way to appeal to her. In one way or another, I’ll find it.”

I went to my bed and turned on my laptop. I licked my lips as I knew what I wanted to do.

“Here is Pornhub and now let’s go the lesbian category,” I whispered before the cursor went over a few different videos as my left-hand dove into my panties. “I might not see Rose naked here, but I will see some other beautiful nude ladies play with each other,” I moaned before I began rubbing my slit.

My eyes went over the pictures for the videos several times as I seemed to enter a dream-like state within only a few seconds.

I stopped on one. “Oh, that’s a sexy MILF with a young woman. I can see the young thing on her stomach eating out the elegant MILF. I can’t resist,” I whispered before I clicked on the link.

I put the laptop next to me and lied down on my back. My hand never vacated my underwear, and my eyes never looked away from the screen.

“And there is the older woman: a sexy black haired chick with big tits, which is nothing to dislike. She is stripping now and letting me see her rocking breasts and her somewhat hairy pussy too,” I pointed out before a pause. “I guess they want me to see her entire body before the younger woman comes in there.”

I examined the high thirtyish MILF for a moment while I could as I never halted my pleasing. I bit down on my bottom lip and felt some drops of sweat coming down my forehead.

“And there is the young woman, and she is just in a white tank top and red gym shorts, but I can’t get a good look at her face. Now, of course, the MILF covered up, and now they have to talk a bit before they get busy. Even in porn, I couldn’t just expect them to have sex right away. It is alright ladies, the MILF is sexy, and now I need to see that charming younger chick,” I moaned before another pause. “How is it so hot? Why does chick on chick sex arouse me so much? Now you are kissing, good. Show me your cute face down, woman.”

I saw the older woman push the other down on the bed. “Holy shit, that’s Rose.”

“Strip me now, older, but splendid woman,” Rose said in the video.

My eyes nearly felt like they were about to fall out as I saw the MILF heading to Rose’s shorts. In less than twenty seconds, I saw a completely naked Rose on my computer screen. I couldn’t help, but to shove my fingers up into my twat.

“You bullshitter, I can’t believe what I see right now. You are getting eaten out by a MILF right now. She looks to be around my age too, but yet you said you weren’t a lesbian. You lying tart, I know I’m incredibly turned on right now, but you have me pissed off right now too,” I ranted before I opened my mouth completely.

I masturbated countless times in the shower, but then I suddenly had this visual to go along with my mind. It went from paradise to like super heaven so to speak in a minute. I could see all of Rose’s naked goodness and even just on a computer screen; it was flawless.

I gratified myself as if my life depended on it. I couldn’t help it, but as I watched Rose jiggling around as the MILF fucked the hell out of her, nothing else mattered again. Rose planted her seed in my body, and the video made it morph into the sexiest virus imaginable.

My hand felt like it had a spike in it, but considering what the cause of it was, I loved it and just kept going at it. I perceived to be in a hot tub, just steaming a bit and covered in sweat too. I tried to breathe normally, but my masturbating priority was compromising that.

“Yes, yes, yes, Rose, now you’re pleasuring that old skank with your mouth,” I moaned, bringing the laptop a little closer to me. “You damn hussy, you are a lesbo, you are going to town on that pussy like it is an all-you-eat buffet. Holy shit, I already thought you were a beauty, but now I don’t even know what to think. I might be obsessed with you now, you have managed to mind fuck me. You did it without even knowing about it. Shit, I love you, Rose. You just a witch wrapped in an angel, but I feel those feelings now. They might just be purely sexual, but they are there now, gorgeous wench. I will get you into bed come hell or high water.”

I bit my lips, slathered them and sucked on them too. Even though I got myself off frequently, I was just out on another endless masturbation session. I saw the progress bar on the video coming towards the end, but I knew I was gonna hit the ‘reset’ button.

Seeing Rose’s beyond sexy body was nothing short of amazing, so I had to take advantage of the sight. Every time I let out a little more juice, I felt a slightly more on edge. The sexual side where I just couldn’t stop. I knew it was coming, but yet, my fingers never stopped moving. I watched the video again and then a few more times after that.

“I find myself addicted to this, and I haven’t even bothered to find out if she had another video uploaded to the website. I’m clueless, but it doesn’t matter, I’m good with this one,” I let out before releasing another strong orgasm. “Shit!” I moaned, shoving the laptop off the bed.

“Mom?” Maria asked through the door. “Are you alright?”

I let out a deep breath. “Yes, sweetheart, I just a small accident.”

“Okay, I love you, goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Maria, I love you too.”

I just lied there for at least twenty minutes after that, and I brought my hand to my snatch. I didn’t masturbate, but I just grunted several times, breathed heavily and fought the urge to pleasure myself again.

I covered my eyes with both hands. “Shit, even though I stopped masturbating, the damage is done. My slit is on fire, I did technically lie to my daughter, and I feel completely drained too,” I muttered, rubbing my face. “I’m not even sure I could get off this bed right now.”

I tried my best to catch my breath and regain strength. I never felt as depleted before in my life as I did then, but yet, I didn’t think I had ever been so happy before though. I finally got to see Rose nude, even though it was just on a computer screen.

“You filthy lesbo, just try to reject me, I dare you,” I yawned, stretching out.

I picked up my laptop and phone. “I’m making sure to bring that page up on my phone too and to save it. Now I certainly have a plan in mind to least get her to admit she might be interested in me. She has to confess it; I’m confident that she liked kissing me and seeing my naked body too.”

 

Anyway, I went back over there the next day. I just let myself in as I always did, and made my way over to her bedroom. It was closed, but my wet panties made me push my luck. I knew all bets were off when it came to me getting what I wanted. Although, I was willing to find out.

“Oh, Kate, your daughter is doing things to me now,” I muttered, slowly making my way to Rose’s bedroom.

I strolled right to the door and grabbed the knob.

I twisted it and immediately opened the door. ‘Oh,’ I thought, halting in the doorway. ‘Rose is getting naked now.’

Suddenly, my objective changed. As I saw Rose’s bra drop to the floor, leaving her in just a dark green thong, I had to retake the advantage. She just stood in front of her mirror and examined herself. I could easily see her left tit, but she wasn’t paying attention to the door.

Even as my intentions changed, I couldn’t help, but to let my right hand back into my panties. I instantly began rubbing my cunt going up and down ever so slowly. I saw Rose’s hands come up and she lifted her bosoms up somewhat.

I had no idea what she was doing accurately, but it didn’t matter. Just as it wouldn’t matter what she did in the video, she was naked, and that was perfect for me. She failed to utter a word, so I stayed quiet too.

Although, she took a toll on my system, so I had to breathe a little louder. I managed to keep a lid on it for the time being, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out forever. I focused on her butt then, and just studied it as if my life depended on it.

I licked my lips mercilessly and even moved into her room a little bit more. I pushed my luck a bit and just did it. I couldn’t say for sure that she wouldn’t scream if she saw me, but I couldn’t care less. The fact that was making my juice come out again was mind-blowing.

‘Holy shit,’ I thought, opening my mouth completely. ‘My goddaughter is lowering her thong now, so she is completely naked now. Fuck me, I can see the most beautiful woman on the face of the planet naked right now,’ I thought, scrubbing my clit.

In no time at all, my hand felt like it had an icepick lodged in it deep. I couldn’t help it, Rose was just like a drug to me, and I was hooked. I could imagine what effects would come to me if I did fuck her.

Then I undid my skirt and let it fall off me. Rose didn’t hear it land, so I took off my tank top as well, just leaving me in my bra and panties.

I glared at her as my hand slithered back into my underwear. “You liked what you saw, skank,” I mumbled, beginning to stroll towards her.

On my third step, the floor creaked.

“Lil?” she whined, turning around. “What the fuck?!” she yelped, shooting me a dirty look.

I bit my lip and slowly leaned down to my skirt. I pulled out my phone while keeping my eyes on the hot chick and then I began walking towards her again.

I peeked at her melons. “Holy crap, you have an exquisite body, Rose.”

“Lil, get out of here,” she ordered me, covering them and her pussy. “I don’t want you seeing me in here.”

I kept my eyes on her and my mouth shut as I attempted to gather my thoughts. ‘It turns out; I have no idea what actually to say. My wet pussy led me into her bedroom, but didn’t my brain figure an actual plan other than just showing the video,’ I thought, hesitating to smile.

I just stood there and stared at her. She failed to utter a word, but I knew deep down there was a particular reason for that. I just let her have her moment because I knew she wasn’t about to kick me out. I waited her out and hoped she’d speak first.

“Are you masturbating?”

“Maybe I am, what are you going to do about it?”

“Lil, leave, it isn’t going to happen between us. I’m just not interested, and this is incredibly inappropriate too. Just go before I have to tell my mom about this. You are borderline pervy at the moment, and that is so unlike you. Please, go away.”

My eyebrows went down, and my feet began moving towards her. She didn’t let her eyes off mine, and she refused to uncover her private areas. I stopped in front of her and scanned her body once again.

“Lil, are you not hearing me? Get lost!”

I shook my head no and calmly evicted my hand from my panties. I brought it up and let her see it.

“What, are you just figuring out now that juice comes out when you rub it, Lil? Are you that fucking stupid?”

“Damn, I love and hate this new side of you, Rose. I hate the words, but they are making you so much sexier now,” I mentioned before I began licking my hand.

She just featured a disgusted face and leaned back slightly.

“May I kiss you, Rose?”

“No,” she objected, putting her hands out. “We’re not doing anything together, sexual or not for a very long time. I’m not even gay; I wouldn’t even know what to do if I was interested.”

I peeked at my phone and brought up the video. “Funny,” I said, bringing it up. “I’m pretty damn sure you know a few things. You are about to do some sexy things to this MILF in this video.”

She looked at it while it was just the older woman there and her eyes widened as if I just busted her for murder. She just watched it as I held my position until she came into the scene.

“That is you, correct?”

“You dumb bimbo!” she growled, snatching the phone and throwing it at the wall. “How the hell did you find out about that?” she cried, waving her arms around. “You didn’t tell my parents about it, did you? Please tell me you didn’t, Lil,” she pleaded, bringing her hands together. “Tell me now, just say it.”

I breathed slowly and kept my eyes on her and tried to comprehend her situation. I was clueless on how to proceed, but I needed to address her first.

“No, but you certainly know how to please a woman though, Rose,” I praised her, heading to my phone.

I grabbed it, and the video was still playing.

I strolled back to her. “You are truly gorgeous and one woman that I respect more than anyone else in this fuck up world, but that’s just bitchy,” I told her before a pause. “How the hell could you possibly think I’d betray you like that? Porn is quite wonderful in the right context, and you seem to be loving your work here,” I explained before I put the phone down and closed the gap between us.

I just looked down at her as I was slightly taller than her.

She glanced right back into my eyes, but kept her hands down. “I’m sorry, Lil,” she cried.

“Don’t sob, Rose,” I told her, hugging her. “I still love you dearly.”

‘I know I have her in the palm of my hand now, but I have to be more than careful about this. She is delicate and very sexual obviously, but I know she can scream too.’

“May I kiss you, Rose? Just once, pretty please?”

“No,” she protested, breaking away from me. “Fine, you found my video, which is bullshit, it was supposed to be taken down. Some amateur shot it and posted it there without mine or that woman’s permission. You busted me, so you know I like girls too, but I’m still not comfortable getting involved with you, Lil. You are the closest thing to an aunt I’ll ever have.”

Neither of us spoke a word for a couple of minutes, but I still tried to think of how to convince her to let me have her. She broke eye contact and peeked down towards my melons.

‘Now she is bitting her bottom lip. She likes what she sees, so maybe I will just go for this,’ I thought before I calmly brought my hands over to my back.

I lazily undid my bra and very slowly took it off myself. I let my nude breasts out into the light, but Rose just glanced back up at my face. I saw her shooting me one hell of a dirty look at me, which made me cheese like never before.

My fingers shallowly dug into my panties, and I pulled on them gently. “You seem to like my tits, Rose. Am I wrong?”

She couldn’t formulate words, and she even began grinding her teeth. I couldn’t help, but to keep my eyes on hers for the time being. I waited for her to say something though; I was dying to hear some kind of response.

‘Either she is pissed off and is about to storm off, or she is about to give into temptation. It is just standing right in front of her, but on the other hand, maybe I can sweeten the pot even more,’ I thought before I casually leaned down and slid down my panties as well.

I stood back up and let her soak my naked goodness in dead silence. I watched her scan my figure as if her eyes were magnifying glasses and she was in love with the sight. After five minutes, I nonchalantly moved forward, but still left a small gap.

Suddenly, she quit grinding her teeth and began drenching her lips. I could quickly peek at what I found myself lusting after, but I just smoothly grabbed onto her wrists. I slowly transported her hands over to my breasts.

She immediately shuddered somewhat and let out a deep breath too. “Holy shit, you too do have a great set of melons, Lil. Maria should be happy to have these one day,” she toasted me, looking back at them.

“Oh, I know,” I whispered, covering her hands with mine and closing the gap completely. “Now may I kiss you?”

“Do you promise you won’t tell my parents about this?”

“About any of it?” I pondered, bringing my lips close to hers.

“About us getting involved,” she answered, moving her head back. “And about the video, Lil.”

I let my head back and just looked at her. “My lips are sealed,” I let her know, placing my palms on her butt. “Just let me have you once, Rose. You don’t have to sleep with me every night for the rest of your life, or even once,” I said before I kissed her. “Although, I’m open to it if you change your mind,” I whispered, pulling her to me. “Now why don’t you kiss me?”

She held still for a moment as no one uttered a word again. We pressed our bodies together somewhat, but her hands maintained their position. I couldn’t help, but to caress her butt cheeks ever so softly as we kept our eyes on each other.

She calmly leaned towards me and let her lips come to mine. We kissed each other for a moment, but our tongues stayed out of the equation for the time being. My hands halted movement, but then I grabbed onto her cheeks rather hard.

‘Jackpot, I’m making with this sexy piece of heaven, and I’m very hopeful something else may happen now. She does have very soft lips too, and my slit is leaking yet again.’

After a three minute makeout session, my lips slowly parted from hers. “Do you mind if we move over to your bed now?” I wondered, bringing my hands back.

“Sure, horny floozy,” she branded me before she grabbed my hands.

She walked back towards the bed and kept her eyes on me. I felt tingles surging throughout my body, and my juice was leaking out too. My entire body vibrated a bit, and then I saw her sit down on the bed.

I lazily arched my back towards her and kissed her again. “Do you prefer older women to younger ladies?”

She snatched my hands and brought them to her knockers. “It more depends on the chick, rather than her age, Lil.”

“Good to know,” I whispered, prior to getting on the bed beside her without taking my hands away from her.

Although, after another wordless moment, I let my palms off her and I calmly positioned myself behind her. I allowed my right hand come back onto her tit and I pressed my body onto hers again. She angled her head back, and I just peeked at her cherry.

I was sure she had her eyes closed and enjoyed the lust between us. I just eyeballed her down there and found myself more than intrigued. Even as I felt her naked body, it was so much more than physically touching her; it was like getting on an emotional roller coaster.

“May I feel your slit, Rose?”

“Yes, go to town if you like, Lil. It won’t bite unless you want it to, busty woman.”

I licked my lips for another moment and even let a little drool out. The hot chick failed to say a word and just allowed me to have my moment. I nearly felt like I was about to lose my virginity all over again. After two minutes, I very slowly brought my right hand to her twat.

“Oh, there is your fingers, Lil. Now you are feeling the snatch that you’ve been lusting after,” she moaned, rubbing her back onto me. “Finger fuck me now and make me want you more. Make me love you in ways I probably shouldn’t.”

My eyes widened, and my fingers did technically move back and forth, but it was due to me being nervous. My hand acted as a vibrating cellphone, and Rose seemed to like it so some extent.

“Oh, I do like that, you slut, but you have to rub my pussy though. A jiggling hand isn’t what I want,” she let me know, peeking at me. “Give me a kiss now.”

I looked right into her eyes. “You are so elegant, Rose, but everything is freaking me out. Your juice down there, that smile and this whole picture. Please don’t tell your parents about this.”

“We already established that, tart, now finger fuck me like it is the last thing you do. I will not accept any half-ass pleasuring. You better please me; you got that?”

“Yes.”

I felt my hand getting wetter and wetter by the second, and I seemed to be giving her a hand job. I heard her moan somewhat, but I distinctly knew she wanted more. I unquestionably desired to make her feel like a whole new woman, but I froze.

‘Please this woman; you wanted her, so do it. She is in the palm of your hand, you dumb chick. Rub her pussy already and make the juice come out faster.’

I bit my bottom lip and even shed a couple of tears too. I fought with myself for a few minutes as Rose just seemed to wait me out. I couldn’t imagine what might have been going through her mind, but I just went with it.

I took in a deep breath and just visualized myself pleasuring her. I smiled and jiggled around somewhat. I loved the idea, but doing it was entirely different. Although, I knew I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t do something eventually.

So, it seemed to be a never-ending conflict within my mind, but then I just pushed her off me. “I’m sorry, I can’t do this, Rose,” I whined, getting off the bed.

“Why not? You’ve undressed me with your eyes a million times, how can you say that now?” she pondered, closing the gap between us.

She grabbed onto my hands and brought them up to her face. She kissed them both a few times as she just smiled at me. I didn’t know what to say, but I suddenly felt better. As if she literally injected love into me.

“What do you want to do with me, Lil?”

“I want to do everything with you, Rose. I want to feel every single inch of your body with mine.”

She brought her hands to my butt and kissed me. “There is no need to worry; I won’t bust you, Lil. Do you know why?”

“Why, Rose?”

“Even though we’re not actually related, I love you, and you love me,” she replied, prior to bringing her hands to my chest. “Now I’m going to show you that love is real,” she warned me before she shoved me on the bed.

I cheesed and just peeked back at her. I viewed her calmly lower herself down to me and then her hands towards my slit. I couldn’t utter a word to save my life, but I managed to get up on my elbows. I eyeballed her as her eyes stayed on me.

Her fingers slowly set down on my pussy lips and she immediately began rubbing them going up and down ever so lazily. I felt shivers going all throughout my body as I just loved the feeling of her. I couldn’t pleasure her, but she could do it for me.

“Just how many times did you masturbate to my video? Blink one for under one-hundred and twice for over one-hundred.”

I blinked twice, and she nonchalantly leaned down to my twat. “That’s a lot,” she mentioned before her tongue fell out.

It slid right in between my pussy lips, and I immediately fell back. “Holy shit, you are eating me out now, Rose. I love it already, so keep going.”

“Shut the fuck up, Lil,” she ordered me, inserting a couple of fingers into my cherry. “Lie back, and enjoy.”

I did just that, but it was like I was getting a tooth pulled. You’d just have to replace the pain with pleasure and the tooth with my cherry. I jerked around, but I did my best to stay put. I felt her tongue touch down on my clit for a split second, but she also got all over my pussy walls.

“Holy shit, this is like Christmas morning now, Rose,” I muttered, bringing my right hand to the back of her head. “I do love you, and I just want you so badly. I’ll make you return that love more than ever.”

Her eyebrows went up, so I just bit my tongue and stayed silent. I felt like she was poking at my pussy with a needle, it appeared to be so pleasurable that it was painful as well. I just caressed her head as softly as possible and held firm.

‘I’m sure that she is going easy on me because I saw her eating that MILF like a pro. She fucked that chick like it was nothing. Oh, you have beautiful brown eyes, and they seem so much sexier now that you are eating me out. Shit, I’m crying somewhat now, she is making me feel so damn good.’

I tried breathing regularly, but it wasn’t in the cards. Even just feeling Rose’s lips on my slit lips and her tongue grazing my pussy walls was pushing me towards the edge. My entire body appeared to be drenched in sweat too, but every disadvantage was worth it.

Having her tongue anywhere on my body made me love her more, but of course, in that sexual context, she tore right through the roof. I loved getting my pussy eaten, but she brought the emotional impact more and more with each passing lick.

Her eyes just stayed on mine as if they were locked together. She was fucking me without missing a beat, but was more than capable of eyeballing me like a hawk on a snake. I had no idea why, but that made her even sexier.

“Shit,” I cried. “I can’t last much longer. Would you be willing to go at it with me for a little while longer?”

Her mouth calmly rose up a few inches, but let her fingers play with my slit. “My parents aren’t supposed to be back for a few hours, so I’m wide open. Whatever you want to do, I’m willing to try with you, Lil. You, slutty bitch, what the hell is wrong with you?”

“What do you mean, Rose?” I sobbed, twitching around.

“You are one sick wench, spying on me. That wasn’t appropriate at all, but I’ll forgive you, only because I love you,” Rose muttered, prior to bringing her face back to my cherry.

“Thank you so much for your forgiveness,” I moaned, placing my hands back on her head. “I can’t thank you enough, Rose. You are one disgusting hussy too, considering you are eating my pussy now. I love that about you, but your twat eating skills are making me a little biased.”

Her hands calmly came up and landed on my breasts. She squeezed them tightly and had me lean down on my back. I couldn’t see her perform her sexy actions, but the feelings were worth it. I just pictured the video, on how she was fucking that MILF without missing a beat.

I fought nonstop to hold off on shooting my lady juice, even though she said she was willing to do more. It just felt fantastic, and I couldn’t imagine it just suddenly ending. Not feeling her tongue inside my cherry just seemed heartbreaking to me.

‘Shit, I’m crying again. Rose is a rose that is blooming into the sexiest chick in the world. Crap, now her tongue is coming out on my clit, just don’t lick it. I’ll have to shoot.’

I just jerked around even more as she pressed down on it. “Fuck yes, Rose. Screw it, do it, make me cum all over your pretty face. I didn’t want you to do it so soon, but do it already. Then I want to clean off your face with my tongue.”

Her face calmly came up again. “We’re going to have to work on you holding some stuff in, Lil. How to deal with the pleasure so the one giving it to you will love it too.”

“I’m sorry, babe. I’ll be better next time,” I assured her, peeking at her.

She blew me a kiss and went back to my beaver again. I let my head back, and I closed my eyes too. I let my defenses down and allowed her to gratify me in ways I couldn’t even imagine. My body felt to be as hot as hell, and she made it so much better than ever.

She even took my lips into her mouth and sucked on them. She only was the pro that I saw on the video, just so much sexier as I got the chance to try her out for myself. Literally, nothing could compare to doing it with her.

‘Feeling that tongue on my clit is amazing, but only really hope that I do get to do it with her again,’ I thought before I felt her tongue slam down on my labia.

“Oh, shit, yes, Rose!” I roared, leaning up with her. “Just like that, Rose,” I sobbed, burying her head. “Here you go, sexy babe,” I moaned, prior to letting my orgasm out.

It hurt like hell, but it was, in fact, the most pleasurable agony I could ever know. Squirting my juice out was beyond hot already, but as I knew the target was Rose’s graceful face, it just made me want to let out all juice I possibly could.

Her head remained down there for the whole duration of my orgasm, so she took quite a shit load of my cum and as far as I knew, she loved getting every single drop. It was quite evident after I finished, she kept her face right down there.

She placed her forehead on my mound. “Wow, Lil, you are quite a squirter.”

“Thank you,” I groaned, placing my hands on her head.

We stayed silent for twenty minutes or so and enjoyed the cooling down period. Rose’s head never parted from my cherry, but she did actually rub her face on it now and then. After those twenty minutes, there was a knock at the door.

“Shit,” she groaned, quickly rising up. “I think my mom and dad came back early.”

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If you’re looking for a quick jerk-off story. This is not for you.

Naruto

A Different Kind of Lust

Don’t even THINK about freaking out about this, people, because its only a one-shot. In fact, this will be my first one-shot on this site. And I may as well go right on ahead and say it… I LOVE(!) Futanari (Futa for short) on Girl stories! Call me a freak if you must, but I think its fucking HOT! I mean the very CONCEPT is just-… All things considered, I thought I may as well start a few one-shots (most involving FutaxGirl) to get me back in a writing mood. It’ll probably help me out of my rut… Anywho, You all know the drill; keep yourselves prepared for excitement and hotness of a premo scale. You won’t have to deal with any cliff-hangers from me.

Disclaimer: Naruto is not owned by me-boo-hoo, whoa is me, and all of that meaningless which-rather (sinks into the ground with a scowl on my face)

(Futa=female with male genitals)

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Day by day, we live our lives thinking about the past, and (for the most part) fretting about our future. As we steep further within our memories, we realize how many things we regret; giving us that uncomfortable sinking feeling that can make the rest of the day unpleasant, or just flat out miserable.

That is a hard lesson that a flustered Yamanaka Ino learned the hard way when she started on her path as a Med-nin, but more importantly… when she learned a little too much about her best friend;

Haruno Sakura…

Before-hand, Ino openly admitted that she really didn’t know Sakura as well as she thought she had before she began her medic training along side her. In fact, she was more than eager to learn more when she saw just how much Sakura had changed since they were kids; both on the inside and out. Ino was intrigued… fascinated about her best friend’s transformation into the strong and fully independent person she is today.

With Sakura taking Tsunade’s place as Ino’s supervisor soon-after the start of her training, the bleach blonde Kunoichi’s wish was fulfilled and she learned more and more new things about her friend as she progressed. As an inevitable result, they grew closer again. The severely weakened bond between the two had once again flourished and regained it’s fortitude.

But it was upon the last thing that Ino had learned about Sakura… that made her regret ever being born…

Ino tried her damnedest not to let the sinking feeling in her chest affect her work on a wounded canine perched upon the table before her, or at least let it show. Afterall, Sakura was watching her like a hawk, which normally wouldn’t be so bad, had it not been for the… final revelation.

As hard as she tried to focus on her work, Ino was constantly irked by Sakura’s penetrating stare. It didn’t even seem like she was observing her work anymore! Whether Ino was totally hallucinating about that or not, the point stood as tall as the Hokage’s Mansion; she simply couldn’t work like this.

On the other hand, if she were to stop, than Sakura would most surely be on her like white on paper, asking her what happened or if everything was alright. That would involve (gulp) talking to her, and by God, Ino was NOT ready to accept that option by any means if she could help it. But she made one critical mistake in her attempts to keep her focus… and that was losing it.

Ino began to constantly shifted nervous glances toward the watchful Sakura, and as predicted, her lack of focus showed on her work; causing Sakura’s stare to harden.

Finally… Ino snapped.

“For Kami’s sake, Sakura! Why are you staring at me like that?”, the turquoise eyed female nearly shouted as she completely stopped the healing process out of impulse.

Seeming to snap out of some sort of mysterious trace, Sakura’s facial expression immediately softened.

“Wha-huh? What?”, she dumbly responded.

Ino squinted her eyes at her pink haired counter-part.

“Hold on a sec… were you even watching how I was doing?”, she questioned suspiciously.

“O-Of course I was, Ino!”, Sakura immediately responded, waving her hands defensively, “I am supervising your training afterall”

Ino placed her hands on her hips and hardened her patented ‘bitch-squint’.

“Then how did I do?…”, she asked flatly, while inwardly knowing EXACTLY what she was going to hear.

“You did, u-um… just fine. I mean come on, tch! I mean look at the great-… um”, Sakura stammered as she briefly examined the canine.

It looked almost exactly the same.

Shaking her head, Ino stared up at the clock and was relieved beyond all possible reason that the Training Day with Sakura was finally over. Eager to vacate the premises, the young Yamanaka walked toward the exit of the room.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Sakura”, Ino said in a somewhat down-casted demeanor.

She walked out of the room, and for some odd reason, kept her walking pace above average. Right before she turned the corner at the end of the hallway, she looked back to see if she was being followed… as she had been since she’d learned those unmentionable details about a certain someone.

Sighing in relief, Ino turned straight again, only to be met face to face with… her.

Gasping at the suddenness, the blonde teenager staggered back before scowling at the smirking Sakura.

“No…”, Ino said out of the blue.

“Ah, c’mon, Ino-chan! Why do you keep shooting me down?”, a strangely playful Sakura questioned.

“Because I don’t swing that way, for the LAST TIME!”

“(snickers) Do you even realize how badly you just set yourself up with that one?”, Sakura chuckled.

With an irritated huff, Ino crossed her arms and walked passed the pink haired female… or at least she tried. With a firm grasp on her arm, Sakura held Ino at her side.

“What is it with you? You’ve been acting really wierd since I told that I-“

“I’m the one acting weird? You’re the one who got all clingy when you told me that you weren’t like other girls! What, is admitting that to me supposed to immediately attract me to you or something?”

Sakura’s smirk became a tad bit amorous.

“Well doesn’t it?”

Flinching back at that answer, Ino blinked twice before her face suddenly went red as a frown creased on her forehead.

“Let go of me Sakura! I still have a curfew!”, the angry blonde protested.

Granting that wish, Sakura released Ino, after-which the same blonde faced her direction completely.

“Listen to me Sakura; I’m not going out with you. Sure, we’ve known each other all of our lives, but that doesn’t mean that I’m just gonna throw myself at you because you’re full of more surprises than I thought”

“Three…”, Sakura said as she held up three fingers, “Three lovely surprises”

“Will you stop talking like that?”, Ino shouted,

“Come on, just give it a chance, Ino-chan. You just might like it”, Sakura insisted.

“AAARGH!”

With that final exasperated out-roar, a seething Ino stormed out of the Hospital, leaving Sakura alone. Strangely enough, her smirk had completely vanished. The moment she saw the doors to the Hospital close, Sakura was suddenly depressed, and her heart ached terribly.

“I knew it…”, she thought bitterly to herself.

Realizing how late it was, the pink haired Medic sighed to ease her conscience (failing miserably). She roamed about the hospital to lock up everything for the night. Usually, she’d have help from Ino in that department; she was able to enjoy more of her company that way. But now, because of the way she acted, Sakura feared that those days were dead and gone.

A scowl came across the jade eyed Kunoichi’s face as she remembered why she was acting like a first-class pervert in the first place. Once she was finished locking up, Sakura bolted out of the Hospital to confront a certain blonde young man.

Naruto’s Apartment…

Uzumaki Naruto was steadily shaken out of his peaceful slumber by an incessant knocking sound. Ignoring the first wave of knocking, Naruto easily went back to sleep… right before another wave of louder, more obnoxious knocking woke him up completely. With a loud groan, Naruto sluggishly pulled himself out of bed.

Dragging his feet as he walked toward his front door, on came more knocking; oh, that wretched noise.

“I’m commin’… (yawn)… I’m commin’”, Naruto slurred out.

As if his night couldn’t get anymore ridiculous, the moment Naruto got to his door to open it, a fisted arm smashed a hole through the wood and latched unto his blonde hair.

His expression went from tired and drained, to buldgey-eyed and frightened in that very instant.

“Oh Christ…”, Naruto said flatly RIGHT before he was yanked through the door by an enraged Sakura.

The poor guy was strangled mercilessly as his legs dangled in the air.

“Why did I listen to you? WHY DID I LISTEN TO YOU?”, Sakura yelled as she wrung Naruto’s neck.

The blonde Genin choked and gargled for air as he tried to ease Sakura’s crushing grip. Before long, though, she released him and he dropped right on his ass, gasping for air.

Looking down at NAruto with her hands to her hips, Sakura was pretty much blowing steam because of her seething anger.

“You(cough) followed my advice?”, Naruto grunted.

“Yeah(!), I followed your advice, and now she probably hates me for it! What ungodly demonic force possessed me to take relationship advice from YOU!”, Sakura yelled.

At this, Naruto cris-crossed his legs and put a hand to his chin in wonder.

“Ya know… Thats a damn-good question… Why DID you take relationship advice from me?”

“RRRRRRGH! How could I be so STUPID? Do you have any idea how awkward things are gonna be between us from now on?”

“Hey, its not my fault you decided to share that kind of info with her”, Naruto said flatly.

It was only after hearing a furious growl from Sakura, did he redirect his phrase.

“B-But look at the bright side; if I got over it as quickly as I did, than who’s to say that Ino won’t be the same?”, he suggested.

“(sigh)… Because you’re a mondo freak…”, Sakura retorted.

“Hn, so are you Femme Futale(intentional ‘play on words’)”, Naruto said under his breath.

“Whats that?”

“Eh? I didn’t say nothin’”

With a squint to her eyes, Sakura’s heart sank again as she walked toward the apartment wall and leaned upon it; sliding down to sit next to Naruto.

Starting to feel pretty bad about Sakura’s ordeal, the gears in Naruto’s head began to churn and turn.

“I don’t know what to do Naruto… All I want is for her to be happy… and I probably messed up any chance of her being happy with me.”, Sakura said.

Naruto started to feel worse.

“Maybe I should just… leave her alone. If by some miracle she still wants to be friends with me-“

“Hey! Come on, now! Thats no way to talk and you know it, Sakura-chan”, Naruto protested.

“But if you think about it; I mean if you really get right down too it, I don’t have a chance with her. I feel like such an idiot; I’ve known Ino for years and I haven’t even figured out how to charm her. Why else do you think I’d seek advice from a dunce-cap like you?”

“… …”

Raising her knees to her chest, Sakura sighed in defeat.

“I just don’t know what to do anymore…”

Finally, Naruto shared a little something with his pink haired friend.

“So… you still want her that badly, huh?”, he asked.

“… More than you know”, Sakura responded.

“Okay then; wait here”, Naruto said as he got up and walked back into his home just after staring at the shattered pieces of wood that was once his door.

Seconds later, the blonde Jinchuuriki emerged from his apartment again with a piece of paper in his grasp. Staring at the paper curiously, Sakura got up before Naruto offered it to her.

“Here ya are. Go to this address and all of your problems will be solved”, Naruto said with his infamous grin on his face.

Immediately becoming skeptical, Sakura simply stared at the paper.

“What are you up to Naruto…”, she questioned.

“Make up your mind. Do you want to solve your issues with Ino and be ‘The One’ in her life, or not, Sakura-chan?”, the light-hearted blonde said.

Sakura’s expression softened a bit. Though she was still a bit hesitant, she was mostly curious.

“Well are you at least gonna tell me what the Hell it is?”

“I just did. Follow the directions and meet the person who lives there; you’ll recognise her”

Her?… Now Sakura was a bit more curious. Granted, she had NO idea what her teammate was up to or what was going on inside that little head of his, but she saw potential for excitement in this little offer.

“Okay, so if I do go, what then?”, the pink haired Kunoichi questioned.

“Hehehe! Leave that one… to me”

Staring at the paper for a few moments longer, Sakura sighed before placing it in her pocket and turning to leave.

“Okay… Thanks, Naruto-“

“A-HEM!”

Sakura whirled back around with a raised eyebrow.

“I seem to recall the directions saying that you have to go the other way”, Naruto mentioned as he pointed accordingly.

“Huh?… Wait, you mean you want me to go right now? You idiot; she’s probably asleep by now”, Sakura protested.

Naruto could only laugh.

“Oh, trust me, Sakura-chan; she’s awake”

Staring at her fellow teenager, Sakura hesitated again. She wasn’t sure if he was being totally serious or obnoxiously frivolous. On the other hand, she already felt like she could suffer through anything since she was shot down in flames earlier that night.

So what did she have to lose?

“If this is another one of your STUPID pranks, I swear I’ll make you pay”, Sakura threatened before throwing caution to the wind and following the directions to the appointed address.

It was a few seconds afterwards that Naruto walked back into his house, picked up a phone and dialed a number. After only a couple of rings, a female voice answered from the receiving end.

“Hey Anko. It’s me, Naruto. You’re not busy tonight, are you?… … … Ah-ha nice try; I still need to get some sleep. Listen, I’m callin’ in a solid ‘Ya Owe Me’. I hope I’m not wrong in my assumption that you’re still the self-proclaimed Queen of Relationships… … … Funny you should ask that, because in about five minutes you’re gonna have a very lonely visitor in need of your wisdom… … … Okay, okay calm down. I know how you feel about last-minute favors, but this is important to her. Just think how happy she’ll be with your help… … … I am not guilt-tripping you! Where the Hell did you get that idea?… … … Really? SWEET! Sakura-chan is gonna be so thrilled! Thanks so much!… … … Psh! Right back at ya, Doll-face! Later.”

NAruto hung up his phone and absent-mindedly reached for the knob to his door. After several failed attempts, the blonde whipped his head to the door only to be remained that any trace that he ever had to a door was all over the place. Naruto slowly hung his head sighed long and heavy.

“… Bitch…”

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THE FOLLOWING MORNING

A frowning Ino traveled across the streets of her village, heading toward a destination that she was VERY hesitant to get to.

“What does she want with me now? I swear if the first word out of her mouth isn’t ‘sorry’, she’s gonna wish she never met me”, Ino inwardly swore.

Despite her new found hostility towards Sakura, Ino deeply wanted to believe that all she wanted to do was talk about yesterday in private. She thought that maybe, she could give her the benefit of the doubt and go for it.

Eventually, the bleach blonde female staved off from the crowded streets and into the more grassy and open areas. Soon, her destination was in sight from afar, and as predicted, so was Sakura; leaning against a single tree.

Ino, however, spotted two other figures that vanished almost RIGHT as she spotted them. Letting her curiosity about that go, Ino took a long and deep breath of air to center herself, and approached Sakura…

Something seemed different about her though; her facial expression was reminiscent and greatly nostagic… yet peaceful all at the same time. Ino couldn’t help but peer into Sakura jade eyes, in search of what she was actually feeling. Without realizing it, she suddenly became lost in them.

Though Sakura was looking away into the distance and didn’t seem to notice her, Ino continued to stare. By the time she realized this, the young Yamanaka broke her gaze off of her friends eyes and decided to make her presence known.

“A-hem…”

Shaking out of her apparent trance, Sakura glanced toward Ino as a warm smile tugged at her face.

“You came…”, she said with genuine gratitude.

Ino looked down at the ground.

“Yeah, I-I got your message this morning”, Ino said.

That’s new… two things that normally don’t happen, happened just then; she broke eye contact first, and she didn’t say exactly what was on her mind. Last she remembered, she was still pissed off about the previous night and simply wanted to greet Sakura with a ‘What the fuck do you want’… but that didn’t happen.

“Ino… I called you here to tell you that I’ve been a royal bitch. I should’ve known better than to act like you would go for me if I told you my secret. I guess I just… wasn’t thinking, ya know? I was incredibly wrong, Ino; I’m sorry”

At hearing such a blunt and straight-forward apology from Sakura, Ino’s eyes widened as she searched for an adequate response, only able to utter nothing but silence.

Pushing herself off of the tree she leaned upon, Sakura edged closer to Ino.

“I should’ve just told you that I wanted you to be happy from the very beggining. Instead, I selfishly went after you like some pervert”, Sakura continued.

With all of this sudden willingness to admit how utterly wrong she was, Ino was completely overwhelmed since she was caught totally off gaurd.

“Stop it Sakura! You-… I-… I’m the one who’s sorry, okay?”, the blonde uneasily admitted.

At this, Sakura’s stared back at her friend in confusion.

“Huh? For what?”

“Are you kidding me? I didn’t have to come down that hard on you. I know I can be a real bitch sometimes, but that doesn’t mean-“

Ino was cut off by a single finger pressed against her lips.

“Shh… Whats done is done. But I couldn’t sleep a wick last night, and I’ll probably have the same issue tonight if there’s nothing I can do to make it up to you”, Sakura said.

Once again, Ino was at a loss for words. But it wasn’t because of how unsually kind and careful her friend was being, it was because she was staring into her soft eyes again.

“I’ve never seen her like this before…”, Ino thought to herself as a rosy blush crossed her face.

Seeing the blush as plain as day, Sakura was suddenly blown back as she developed a blush of her own.

“By God… It’s working”, Sakura thought in utter amazement.

She peered to her left when all of a sudden, the heads of Naruto and Anko emerged out of a bush from the distance. They both gave Sakura the thumbs up JUST before sinking back into the bushes when Ino turned her head to their direction.

“What the Hell was that?”, Ino asked.

“Probably a snake or a fox or something-I don’t know”, Sakura answered, “So come on; if there’s anything you want to do today than just tell me and its done”

Staring into Sakura’s eyes once more, Ino searched for any sort of false-hood in her proposition… and found none what so ever. She was flabbergasted at how Sakura could be so sweet, and even MORE so, that she was being suckered into it.

The purple dressed Kunoichi knew full-damn well that she could easily take advantage of this situation and get her to do almost anything she wanted… but this was Haruno Sakura; her best friend in the whole wide world. And apparently, despite all of the most recent revelations, there was still much for them to learn about each other.

In other words, Ino simply wanted to spend some time with Sakura that morning…

“Well, how about we just stay right here. You know; enjoy the morning”, Ino suggested.

“We do have the day off of work today… why not?”, Sakura said with a grateful smile.

The pink haired Chuunin walked a little passed Ino before stretching all of her joints out. Turning to her direction, Ino inadvertently caught a clear glimpse of Sakura’s back-side… and finally noticing a piece of clothing missing from her attire; her pink skirt.

Wearing only her small and tight black shorts, red shirt and shin-high sandals, Sakura’s sleek and toned buns and thighs were incredibly easy on the eyes… perhaps a bit too easy. Quickly realizing what she was staring at, Ino immediately looked away and lightly slapped herself in the face before she walked to Sakura’s side.

Both sat down upon the ground and enjoyed the view of the open grass-field.

Several Minutes Later…

As desired, both Ino and Sakura were locked in one of their more stimulating conversations. Laughter, joy and amazing chemistry was the order of the day as the two Kunoichi talked with no visible signs of stopping.

“-Well look at it this way, Ino; you’re fortunate to have chosen to be a Medic and not the Hokage’s student. You do NOT wanna know how brutal Tsunade-shishou’s training really is”, Sakura pointed out.

“You still never told me what that was all about. But then again, I’m not sure I wanna find out. Hell, I’m just happy that she’s satisfied with my progress as a medic”, Ino said.

“Heh. To tell you the truth I’m a bit jealous; when I first started, nothing I did was good enough until about a year into my training. I guess she’s just impressed that someone with your chakra control has made it this far”, Sakura continued.

“Oh please. If I stepped it up a few notches, I could probably catch up to you, Sakura”, Ino proudly retorted.

Feeling pretty triumphant in that last statement, Ino could only become a bit peeved when she heard a somewhat mocking laughter.

“Whats so funny about that?”

“Hehehe-oh nothing. I just can’t see that one happening. Keep dreaming though”

(Behind the distant bushes)

Anko gasped as she covered her hand over her mouth.

“Bad move, Sakura”, she whispered to herself.

“Crap… she just fucked up, didn’t she?”, Naruto whispered beside her.

Anko sucked air into her teeth out of nervousness.

“She’d better change the direction of the conversation or this could end up really bad!”, she hissed silently.

“(gulp) H-How bad?”, Naruto asked in slight dread.

“Bad, Naruto”, Anko responded.

“So what makes YOUR skills as a medic any better than MINE, Sakura?”

“What the-? What are you yelling for, Ino? I’m just saying that you still have a long way to go!”

“Oh really? ‘Cause its sound to me that your saying I’m not a good medic!”

“Well… I’m not saying that exactly! Just… that compared to me, you kinda suck”

“Very bad!”, Naruto and Anko whispered in unison.

Anko was almost tempted to jump out of the bushes, knock Sakura unconscious and carry her away to prevent any escalation, but it wouldn’t prove sufficient. She decided that the best thing to do, would be to let Sakura make the right choice and abort mission before she regret it for the rest of her life.

“Oh no…”, Naruto shakily whispered.

“W-what?”

“Oh no… OH noooo”

“What?”

Naruto took one look at Ino’s face and just KNEW(!) what it meant. With his personal experience on the situation, he prayed to God that Sakura would at least apologize and leave or something. But judging by the way she was running her mouth about Ino’s Med skills…

“Sakura just struck out, big time”, he said before turning his head away and covering his eyes, “Tell me what happens-no don’t!… ‘Cause I already know”

Anko tilted her head in confusion before simply watching everything unfold. By this time, both Kunoichi were standing

“So, is THAT what you think? That I’m just a hinderance?”, Ino shouted at the top of her lungs.

“NO! I’m saying that you need more work, ’cause you’re not that great!”, Sakura stubbornly insisted.

When she saw a strangely unique expression on Ino’s face, the pink haired Chuunin inwardly trembled with fear. The blonde’s eye twitched uncontrollably as her hands balled into fists.

“U-Um…”

“FINE! WHO NEEDS YOU?”

Before Sakura could even react or retort in any way, her entire world suddenly went black and white when Ino launched a swift, chakra-enhanced kick… to her groin. A shock-wave of force rippled throughout the ground as Sakura remained completely still; eyes widened and all.

Lowering her shin from Sakura, the angry blonde turned completely around.

“How’s that for chakra control, Bitch?”

Her only response was Sakura crashing to her knees, holding herself in a type of pain that no being on the face of this God-forsaken planet deserves to feel. The heat of a thousand suns traveled up from Sakura’s groin to her stomach and she yelped weakly before her face hit the grass.

Satisfied, Ino kicked dust back at the immobilized and vertically curled Sakura and walked off with her victory. That’ll teach her to say that she sucks!

Now alone with nothing but the burning pain that only seemed to get stronger, Sakura’s will was finally shattered. All she could do was hold herself as she lied there… and cried.

“It hurts… It hurts!”, she whimpered.

It was at this moment, that Anko and a tearing Naruto hovered right above her.

“Well… ya don’t see something like that everyday”, Anko blankly stated.

“But when you’ve been unfortunate enough to experienced it yourself… (sniff)… Its just too horrible for words”, Naruto sniffled as he mimicked the holy cross upon his chest for Sakura’s sake.

“Tch… So what are you gonna do now, Naruto-kun?”, Anko asked.

The blue eyed blonde tilted Sakura over, and with the utmost care, lifted her into his arms; she was still curled into a defensive ball and continue to hold herself, but began to heal her crushed groin.

“I’m gonna help Sakura get over this. Looks like she was right the first time; she doesn’t have a chance with Ino… or at least, not anymore”, Naruto answered as he stared sadly at Sakura’s pain-stricken face.

Anko sighed.

“Alright then. Looks like my services are no longer needed. So I’ll be seein’ ya”, she said.

Just as she was about to leave, Naruto called out to her.

“Anko… Thanks for trying”, he said.

“Hn… Anytime, Kiddo”

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LATER THAT AFTERNOON

A tear-streaked Sakura saw Naruto out of her home after some much needed consoling. Though her heart was still shattered, she had to admit that she felt just a little better. She was grateful that she could at least count on true friends like Naruto to aid her in her times of need.

After waving Naruto off, Sakura closed the door in front of her and fell forward, leaning her forehead against the wood. It was only when she started to feel the cold feeling of loneliness, did her heart begin to beat at a frantic pace.

Tension…

Between the tension of last night all the way through the mid-afternoon, Sakura had realized that she hadn’t been able to relieve any of it what so ever. Everything had happened so fast. Not only that, but now any chance she could’ve ever had with Ino was officially gone.

Everything that she was feeling struck her all together, and her breathing suddenly became rugged and shallow.

“I… I need a shower”, she said to herself.

Without wasting another moment, Sakura removed her shin-high sandals and marched to her bathroom.

She shut the door behind her before looking at herself in the mirror. All she wanted was for the day to be over. But maybe with a nice hot shower, she would at least be able to relax until tomorrow.

With those thoughts in mind, Sakura lifted her red shirt off. Tossing it to the corner, she started to feel a sudden aching upon her groin area. Grunting in slight discomfort, the pink haired Medic looked down and saw what all of the pent up tension had really done to her when she saw the massive bulge in her little black shorts.

She slipped her thumbs into the hem of her shorts and pulled them down; her garments tugging down at the bulge. Upon a little more effort, Sakura pulled her shorts over the bulge, flinging her fully erect cock out into the open as it hit the center of her abdomen with a loud ‘thwack’.

“Hard as a rock… I gotta relax… and let go”, Sakura told herself as she gently massaged her (still) aching balls.

Upon doing so, she turned her water on to full heat and watched as the steam rose into the air. Once the water reached its maximum temperature, she stepped in, not even bothered by the searing heat; in fact, she welcomed it. Afterall, when Ino kicked her, she instantly steeped into the fifth circle of Hell anyway, so a little hot water felt like nothing to her.

She was grateful for her Medic skills, though. If she wasn’t as good as she was, she wouldn’t be able to walk right for a month.

She allowed the hot water droplets to soak her from head to toe; now oblivious to her problems. The water just seemed to remove all of her issues and take them into the drain with it.

Eventually, Sakura’s body’s became numb, and she began caressing her petite breasts. She closed her eyes and released a long relaxing breath as a content smile crossed her face.

Stepping back from the oncoming water for a moment, Sakura leaned her back upon the tile behind her, sending a sharp cold feeling throughout her body. Upon doing this… she realized that she was still hard.

Sakura stared down at her powerful erection just before exhaling a loud groan.

“God, that feels good…”, she huffed as she watched the steaming water pour unto her stiffened shaft.

She parted her legs more to allow the hot streams to soak the rest of her. Once again, she groaned with pleasure. Now she had a golden opportunity to rid herself of ALL of her tension as it was now trapped within her throbbing cock, burning and begging to be released.

Without another thought, Sakura grasped the base of her cock with her left hand and began stroking the rest of her length with her right hand. She bucked her hips into the oncoming streams of hot water.

“Ahh… Fucking Bitch… Kicking me like that”, she breathlessly cursed.

Sakura squeezed herself with a firm grip as she snaked a powerful stroke up her pulsating cock; making a loud smack upon impact with her tip. Deep within, she could feel the pent up tension flourishing in her core, and her strokes picked up their pace and strength. Her eyes squinted as she listened to the wet and slippery noises that came with her self-ministrations, turning her on even more.

“Oh my God…”, Sakura grumbled with a clenched jaw.

Before long, Sakura was starting to become overwhelmed by the combined heat of the shower and the flaming heat in her core. She feared that she would faint if she continued what she was doing… in the shower.

With that in mind and her hardness at an all-time high, Sakura turned off the water, stepped out of her steamy shower and left her bathroom… without even doing so much as drying off. Unable to contain herself for long, the soaked Sakura speed-walked toward the nearest bedroom. She leaped unto the large bed, back-first and went right back to work.

Spreading her legs wide, Sakura messily fumbled with her wet sack and continued her speedy strokes upon her slippery cock. In time, her body was no longer soaked, but instead glazed over with a combination of sweat and water; giving her a radiant and extremely smooth looking glisten.

“Yes, yes, YES! Harder! I need more! Oh my GOD!”, she roared again.

With her insides beginning to ignite in flames, Sakura went from stroking to full-on whacking!

She grasped her inner-thigh as she relentlessly pounded herself into submission.

“Come on! Is that all ya GOT?”, Sakura raved on.

By now, every muscle in her body nearly buldged out. She constantly bucked her hips into her pounding hands, making every whack, slam, and bang more powerful each passing moment.

Her screams and rants of pleasure echoed throughout the house, along with the somewhat rhythmic sounds of the beating of flesh. Soon, Sakura’s vision became fuzzy and her head was getting light and fluttery. Her eyes dilated and all thoughts flew out of her mind.

“Cum… I’m gonna-… gonna cu-… Oh my fu-…”

Finally, all of the fire that had built up in her core flared up into her shaft; any moment, she would explode like an atomic bomb.

The time was right, and the moment was now. Every bit of tension that was gathered to this point threatened to burst out of her in earnest. With her body losing all control, the back of Sakura’s head constantly bounded upon the pillow of the bed as her legs and shoulders pushed down upon the mattress; lifting her loins skyward.

With one final scream of ecstacy, the torrent of Sakura’s sticky, liquid tension burst from her cock and saturated almost the entire ceiling with her cum. Bucking her hips up at a constant rate, she stroked out spurts of her cum into the air and all over herself, grunting and yelling at the feeling.

Then… she was finally empty. She fell flat upon the bed as her (now) filthy hands fell to her sides, and her head lie tilted. Her blank and totally drained expression clearly indicated that she was officially (for lack of a better word) relaxed. Every ounce of energy she had, left her body, and she closed her empty eyes.

“So… good”, she sighed with total satisfaction, “I never knew it could… feel that good”

Despite the feeling of joyous release, Sakura couldn’t help but notice something strange. It was unusually bright in the room she was in. This brightness allowed her to see just who’s room she had just fornicated herself in…

“O-Oops… sorry Mother”, she appologized out loud

She never understood why the room was so damn bright to begin with. Of course now that she has a thicker lick of common sense, she realized that it was because she always left her window curtains open in the afternoon…

… …

… … …

… Crap…

With her eyes now rampant with sheer and utter distraught and humiliation, Sakura immediately sat up and saw exactly what she feared… open window curtains. With a long and over-exasperated gasp, the naked Sakura jumped to her feet.

“NOOOOOO!”, she yelled at the top of her lungs before lunging at the curtains and closing them.

It wouldn’t have been much of a problem if she saw nothing but the wilderness… but no… Sakura feared that she might’ve accidentally given one of the busiest sections of Konoha a free show.

And if THAT wasn’t bad enough, then what happened next was a total nightmare.

“No! Not now!”, Sakura cried as she heard the lock of her front door being turned.

Hellooooo Mother…

Freaking out on the maximum scale, the frantic Sakura knew that she didn’t have much time left. Dashing to the bathroom to grab the proper cleaning utensils, she returned to her mother’s room, jumped upon the ceiling and began scrubbing down the cum-splattered mess as fast as she possibly could.

Once she felt that she did an adequate job on the cleaning, Sakura silently landed back on the floor and started to freak out even more when she heard her mother’s foot-steps close in.

Waving her hands around and whipping her head from left to right, the pink haired Kunoichi focused her chakra as best she could despite her state of mind, and vanished out of the room… just as her mother walked in, finding it rather odd that her window curtains were closed.

(Just outside the house, behind the window)

An unsually sweaty Ino sat upon the ground just below the window at the Haruno house-hold struggling to catch her breath for some odd reason. A red-hot blush was on her face and her eyes seemed a little… out there. Her state of mind was rather on the hazy side as she utter one word.

“… Dammit…”

Heated and tensed up beyond all reason, Ino cursed heavily at the fact that she just willingly observed Sakura wanking off. But… she couldn’t take her eyes off of her; she was so wet and glistening with her perfect body. And that cock…

Ino was well aware that Sakura was a Futanari-girl, but now that she caught a glimp-… a ‘show’ of what Sakura was really made of, her body started to react on thoughts that her conscience and morals would otherwise repel with youthful abandon.

“No… It… It can’t be”, she murmered to herself as she closed her eyes.

Doing that was a total mistake as her mind could now only register what she had just seen only moments ago. Ino’s eyes fluttered open before her naughty little hands launched downward. A heated grin spead across her face as she was about to-… wait… she can’t do that in public.

Realizing what she about to do, Ino whipped her vision forward and saw a crowd of people watching her in amazement.

“Shit!”, she cursed before jumping up to her feet and high-tailing it out of there.

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THE NEXT DAY

For both Sakura and Ino, this day would pretty much suck on rocks for the both of them. Not only did Sakura not want to be around Ino, but Ino was confused beyond comprehension; still in complete denial about how much she loved what she saw yesterday.

If that wasn’t bad enough, they both had to work together that day.

Never the types to be late, both Kunoichi presented themselves before Tsunade, ready and waiting for their instructions of the day.

“Okay you two; same deal as always. Sakura, you’ll help Ino in her training and inform me of any improvement. Now get to it”, Tsunade commanded.

“Hai, Tsunade-shishou”, they both uttered before bowing politely and heading for the door.

“Sakura”, the blonde Hokage called out, gaining her attention, “A word please…”

The pink haired Kunoichi stopped and turned to her master with a rather worried expression. Of course, its perfectly understandable why she would be a bit jumpy… consider the events of yesterday for a second… yeah.

Approaching Tsunade again, Sakura awaited to hear what she wanted as Ino left the room.

“Sakura… I heard about what happened the other day”, she said in a somewhat stern voice.

Not liking the tone in her Master’s voice one bit, Sakura gulped out of reflex.

“He… He told you didn’t he… Naruto?”, Sakura asked with a hint of dread.

“Yes… Sakura, I wasn’t aware that you possessed those kind of feelings for Ino. Had I known… I could have possibly helped to prevent this wall from forming between you two; this kind of tension is not good for teamwork”, Tsunade pointed out.

“No… No, its no one else’s fault but my own. If I hadn’t been so stupid and stubborn I wouldn’t have been put through any of that”, Sakura said with her head hung low.

Tsunade felt her student’s pain.

“No one deserves that kind of pain, Sakura. I know it may sound a little sudden, but I can have Shizune switch places with you. You know, to help Ino in her training instead”

Surprised that her master was showing a sudden flexible attitude, Sakura stared at her in awe… but she hung her head low again; thinking.

“The tension between you two could prove to be a major hindrance in your training for the both of you. I can’t allow that to happen”, Tsunade thoughtfully declared.

Silent as ever, Sakura’s mind race fifty miles a second as she was wieghing out the pros and the cons of this change.

Finally…

“Do it…”, she said flatly.

Tsunade’s eyes slightly widened.

“You… You really want to be separated? I mean, you don’t think there’s any possible way for you to make emends?”, the hazel eyed Hokage asked.

Sakura shook her head in well hidden sorrow.

“You heard what she did to me, Shishou… she hates my guts. It be better for her if she didn’t have to spent the biggest chunks of her days being watched by me. Believe when I say that I wished there was some other way I could make things right… but the fact stands; I had my chance and I blew it”, Sakura sadly admitted.

Tsunade closed her eyes and sighed heavily.

“Sakura… what do you want to do?…”

The pink haired female was silent for a while longer… but the she came to a solid decision… one that nearly drove her to tears.

“I… I just want her to be happy… I hereby, officially resign as Ino’s supervisor”, Sakura said with a heavy heart.

Staring at her pupil for any trace of doubt what so ever, Tsunade was disappointed to find none.

“… … Very well… as you wish”, Tsunade said, “Effective immediately, you will be transferred to another location in the field”

Sakura lifter her head up to face her Master.

“Thank you, Tsnuade-shishou”, she said in a somewhat dead-panned voice.

It was only after this, did the door suddenly barge open. At the opening stood a tear-streaked Ino staring furiously at Sakura, and breathing as though she had just ran a marathon.

“You… You IDIOT!”, the blonde Yamanaka shouted before stomping up to Sakura, snatching her by the hand and practically dragging her out of the room.

Left alone and utterly confused, Tsunade stared at the door.

“Ooookay…”

Before Sakura knew it, she was thrown back-first against the wall of her own private quarters by a heated Ino. The blonde kicked the door behind her shut and locked.

“How could you EVER think that I hate you, Sakura? I can’t BELIEVE YOU!”, she shouted.

Not even in any state of mind to yell back in her usual manner, Sakura simply stared at Ino in sheer amazement.

“I-Ino… whats gotten into you”, she stammered with a hint of fright.

Yanking on her purple breast-top, Ino huffed with anger (as far as Sakura could tell), and advanced toward her pink haired counter-part.

“What were you THINKING? The only reason I’m sane in this place is because of you! And now, everything we’ve ever shared, everything we’ve ever learned about each other; you’re just gonna throw ia all away because of some STUPID IRRATIONALITY?”, Ino shouted again as she marched closer toward Sakura.

“N-Now wait just a minute! Yesterday you-“

“I KNOW WHAT I DID, OKAY! But that doesn’t mean that I want to spend the rest of my days away from you!”, Ino interjected.

“Bullshit! You can’t possibly expect me to believe that you’re okay with how I acted towards you! Stop pretending like you don’t hate me and just GO!”

“No, no, no, NO-NO-NO-NOOO!”

With that final roar of denial, Ino’s impulses took over her completely as she lunged forward and devoured Sakura in a wet and savory kiss; briefly breaking away every now and then to utter a few more words.

“My God, Sakura (kiss), you’re so fucking stupid (kiss)!”

Sakura’s face brightened with more surprise than she had ever felt in her entire life. Her eyes nearly bulged out of her sockets as she felt Ino’s tongue abruptly enter her mouth every time she smacked on her lips.

“I never (kiss) hated you (kiss)! I never SAID I hated you (kiss)! You’re such an idiot!”

Now completely unable to respond, Sakura’s eyes began to flutter rapidly as her expression changed from shocked, to incredibly turned on. It didn’t take long for her to begin returning the kiss as she pushed back at Ino’s advances with her own tongue.

With their lips twisting and smacking together, they both groaned breathlessly into each other’s mouths. Trails of warm saliva leaked down their chins as they hungrily feasted upon one another. It was only when Sakura felt a firm glasp on her balls through her shorts, did she break the kiss and gasp in utter surprise.

“Ino!”

“Shut up! Just stop talking!”, Ino huskily commanded.

Finding Sakura’s pink skirt to be a MAJOR irritant, Ino pretty much ripped it off of her waist so she had full access to the goodies that churned within her little black shorts. Ino greedily glided her fingers up Sakura’s sack, gaining a buck of her hips and an excited grunt. The very thought of doing what she was about to do to Sakura made Ino’s heart thump vigorously.

She blushed hard and leered RIGHT into Sakura’s eyes, and smirked with sexual intent; a look that took the pink haired futa’s breath away. Sakura began to sweat bullets as Ino snaked her way down to her knees, where she proceeded to tease and fumble around with her using both of her hands.

Sakura unconsciously dug her fingers into the wall of the room as she pressed her back harder against it. She shut her eyes tightly, trying to regain even a smidgen of her composure (impossible).

Her eyes only flipped wide open when she felt a wet tongue lather up and smother her shorts. She whipped her head down and saw Ino tentatively licking that familiar buldge in her garments.

“I refuse to let you get away from me that easily. I’ll showyou how much I want you”, Ino hissed in heated excitement while shooting Sakura that hardening little smirk.

Unable to utter even a single word, Sakura’s mouth simply went dry as a desert, and she cranked her legs further apart.

“I… I didn’t know that she wanted to-…”

Not wasting any time, Ino quickly pulled Sakura’s shorts over her aching cock, flinging it out in front of her face. She froze… she froze as she observed the rock hard shaft in amazement. Truth is, this was her first time seeing an actual cock this close; she observed every detail, every shape… and inhaled the strangely addictive aroma that it gave off.

Ino’s blush became hotter and more visible as she took hold of the proud erection in front of her with both hands.

Hearing a shuddered and raspy huff, Ino peered up and saw the ultra-crazed expression on her victim’s face. Sakura’s eyes looked almost totally insane as she awaited for Ino to advance. She trembled and quaked with anticipation that could kill, and all of her muscles were tensed out.

Ino smiled at Sakura’s amusing tension before fully focusing on the solid shaft in her grasp. Slipping out her dripping wet tongue, she licked/kissed the head before simply sliding half of the cock into her mouth.

The sudden feeling of wet warmth, combined with Ino’s tongue under the bottom of her swollen pride for the first time, nearly overwelmedSakura; she screamed in ecstacy.

Encouraged by the pleasured lament, Ino applied hard and almost numbing suction to the hardened flesh; taking in every fiber of the taste. Soon, the blonde female allowed her instincts to take over, and she began bobbing her head back and forth; soaking Sakura’s throbbing cock with her saliva.

Ino’s efforts were totally genuine, putting absolute focus into her work; into pleasing her best friend as best she could. She KNEW she was doing an awesome job due to the constant moans and groans aminating from Sakura, and the feirce pulsations in her mouth. All of these merits combined, only served to excite her even more.

Sakura on the other hand… had never felt anything so good in her life.

She stared down with her somewhat hazey vision and watched her best friend sucking her off. She watched and listened to Ino suck and gag on her cock, feeling her molers grinding against the top and bottom of it as she bobbed her head.

“I-Ino… Fuck…”, she groaned.

Gaining further encouragement, Ino strengthened her already fantastic efforts, as she hastened her speed and sucked upon Sakura like champion. The hard and jarred Haruno’s mind was only able to prossess a limited amount of thought, ranging from, ‘I can’t believe this is really happening’, ‘It feels like I’m melting’, and of course’Ino’s incredile at this’.

Satisfied with the taste of Sakura’s hardened shaft, Ino decided to take things up a notch and challenge herself. Pulling back from the saliva-soaked cock for only a moment, Ino focused herself and took a deep breath.

Sakura whined in protest when Ino stopped using her mouth.

“No… Why did you stoOOOhhohooOO my God!”

Ino lunged her head forward again, and took Sakura into her mouth again… as much of her as she could. Choking and coughing the first (pleasing Sakura all the more), the drooling Ino pulled back to catch her breath before trying again. She frowned as she tried to resist her gag-reflex and failed again; pulling back to cough and sustain herself.

Not willing to give up, Ino changed her approach and slipped out her entire tongue before proceeding again. This time, Sakura’s lucky, luckycock easily squeezed it’s way against Ino’s throat. The pink haired futa bit down on her index finger to resist from screaming again.

“UGH! This is FUCKING amazing!”, she grunted as she bit down on her finger.

The hungy Ino advanced further, and when she could no longer breath… she pushed harder still; carefully slipping the massive cock past her throat.

After her incredible efforts, Ino finally managed to injest her friend’s swollen member entirely. She pressed her sqirming tongue against Sakura’s balls as she held her position for as long as she could.

Warm streams of Ino’s saliva trailed off of Sakura and dripped upon the floor. Suddenly, Ino heard a gasp.

Out of reflex, she easeed her way off of Sakura’s member, carefully pulling it out of her throat so she wouldn’t starting gaging and choking all over again. When she looked up at her pink haired friend, she felt totally triumphant when she saw her face.

Sakura’s irises were fuzzed out and her eyes widen to an unbelievable radius. Her mouth hung open and she trembled terribly. She would occasionally throw in a shuddering ‘Huh!’, or a ‘Gyah!’.

It took Ino only a moment to realize that Sakura was vigorously resisting her climax. And judging by how stiffened her balls were, and the blood veins tunneling through her loins and especially her cock, she had been holding it in for quite a while

Smiling at her handy work, Ino looked upon Sakura’s wet shaft and once again engulfed it, taking it upon herself to dry it off with a long, loud slurp.

Once again, the hot blonde heard the same gasp. Ino pulled back and roughly stroked her friend.

“Cum… Let it all go, and cum, Sakura”, she whispered against Sakura’s cock.

Conveniant for Ino that Sakura reached her limit either way. With one long moan, she felt the climactic stream of fire burning it’s way out of her chambers. The crushing gravity of her iminant explosion caused her to slide down on the wall and hit the floor. Sakura grasped Ino’s hand around her cock when she slammed the back of her head against the wall.

Ino slightly shifted her position and stood clear.

Screaming with unmatched pleasure, Sakura finally let everything go, and came. The white fountain of cum poured out of her, making some impressive distance as it spilled upon the tiled floor.

Sakura’s glorious climax left her completely dry, save for the droplettes of cum oozing from her member. Though stunned at the arousing display, Ino regained herself before licking Sakura clean; enjoying every ounce of her cum right down to the bitter after-taste.

She peered up at Sakura’s face again and saw her smiling contently. Seeing that smile sent a warm, fuzzy feeling inside of her. She felt a great sense of happiness knowing that she had pleased her best friend… and felt good doing it.

But along with this happiness, came a great sense of emptiness and shame.

“Ino… Why?… Why didn’t you tell me anything?”, Sakura weakly questioned.

Silent at first, Ino stood to her feet and turned away from Sakura, who stared at her blonde friend very puzzled.

“… I heard Tsunade-shishou say that you’d be replaced by Shizune-san… If that was true, then that means your times in the village would be greatly limited because of Shizune-san’s duty to assited in most of the its too late to stop it; Tsunade-shishou has surely signed the papers by now”, Ino exlpained.

Still not quite following what Ino was really trying to say, Sakura managed to crawl to her feet and face Ino’s direction.

“That means, that for all I know, I’d never get a chance to see you again”, the turquoise eyed Medic said.

Suddenly becoming aware of that, and what Ino was getting at, Sakura’s face fell.

“I see…”

“No you don’t, Sakura! I just did those things with you becasue I couldn’t bare to let you go without(!)-… showing you how I felt”, Ino said as she dropped her forehead into her hands.

Smiling at her, Sakura walked up to Ino and simply embraced from behind.

“I know… Its okay that you did, Ino”, she whispered.

“No… How could you saythat? Doesn’t it bother you that I pretty much took advantage of the situation for my own selfish reasons; that I was too much of a bitch to just tell you how I felt instead of watching you squirm everytime I shot you down?”

“I don’t care about any of that stuff anymore, Ino. I’m just glad… glad that I finally know the truth”, Sakura admitted with the utmost secerity.

Becoming silent again, Ino wrapped her arms around herself and started shaking.

“No… I’m not gonna cry… I’m NOT gonna cry!”, she inwardly gripe.

Feeling Ino’s distress, Sakura’s smile widened as she nuzzled against her.

“I’m just glad…”

Regaining her composure (somewhat), Ino quickly wiped any excess tears that might’ve been shed without her permission, before she whirled around and locked Sakura within an embrace of her own.

Desperately clinging unto her, the bleach blonde Kunoichi nuzzled her head against her best friend’s shoulder.

“I’ll miss you…”, Ino said with a rather shaky voice.

“Don’t worry… Any chance I can; any chance at all, I’ll come visit you… I promise”, Sakura said.

Pulling back from the embrace, Ino stared into Sakura’s beautiful jade eyes.

“Fine… (sniff)… I’ll hold you to that promise”

With no more words needing to be exchanged, the two friends remained as they were, taking in the loving vibes in the air as they were locked in the embrace that would be remembered for the rest of their days…

(THE END)

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Sam is sent to Rennes-le-Château to study the Matmown, and Lilith sends her daughter, a vampiric Alukah, to hunt Sam down and stop her.

The Devil’s Pact
by mypenname3000
edited by Master Ken
Copyright 2014

The Devil’s Pact Side-Story: The Alukah Part 1-The Hunt

Visit my blog at www.mypenname3000.com.

Notes: This takes place during Chapter 40, following Sam on her mission to Rennes-le-Château to study the Matmown in the Nun’s Motherhouse. Thanks to klimstit for inspiring me to write a vampire story.

Monday, September 30th, 2013 – Lilith – The Abyss

I spied on him from the shadows as he spoke to that slut wife of his, projecting my spirit from my Vessel resting safely in Seattle. I could not let Mark and Mary get their hands on a Matmown. They had grown too powerful today when they defeated Brandon; I needed the edge I gained by spying on them if I am going to have any chance of surviving long enough to realize my plans.

Samnag Soun needed to be stopped before she could discover the secrets of the Matmown.

I flashed back to Seattle, back to my body, and opened my eyes in my office – a richly appointed space full of expensive carpets, dark-wood furniture engraved with intricate designs, expensive statuettes and figurines carved of delicate crystals and veined marbles, incense sticks and scented candles that filled the air with sweet delights – and let the beauty of my surroundings relax me. My office almost matched the majesty of ancient Babylon. A train horn blared; the warehouse rumbled, spoiling my enjoyment. I hated this place; it was old, dusty, dilapidated—hardly a fit place for a Goddess, but it was the only building we had in Seattle that could house my children and followers unnoticed.

I just had to keep reminding myself it is only temporary. Soon, the city of Seattle would fall to my power; soon Tir’s plague would be ready and the Earth would be brought to its knees. I only needed to keep Mark at bay for a few more months. By the new year, Seattle, and then the world, would be wiped clean of the vermin—men. Only women would survive, transforming the world into a paradise.

Chantelle and Lana sat in chairs opposite my desk, patiently waiting. They were my two High Priestesses; the first to join my cause. The lesbians – opposites in every way; one was blonde and busty, the other dark-haired and slim – were holding hands, I saw with amusement. Love. What a weak, useless emotion, enslaving those it inflicted. I controlled my daughters with love just like I controlled these two fools.

In unison the pair slipped to the floor and paid me their homage.

“What did you see, my Goddess?” blonde Lana asked, her Slavic face worshipfully staring up at me.

The blonde was the more outgoing, the bolder of the duo—the more outspoken. Modern humans did not know how to show proper respect, particularly these Americans. This country bred insolence and arrogance into their children, and these character defects had rubbed off on an immigrant like Lana.

“Send for my daughter, Luka,” I commanded, ignoring her lapse; allowances had to be made…for now. “I have someone for her to kill.”

“At once, my Goddess,” Lana replied, smoothly rising and turning to leave.

I leaned back in my chair. The plush leather was so comfortable as it cushioned my body in heavenly softness. There was something to be said for the comforts of this age, even if its inhabitants left something to be desired.

A smile crossed my lips; Luka would be perfect for this task. Hopefully, she wouldn’t fail me like Di and Emi had. Irritation flashed like lightning; who knows when I would mother another Dimme, let alone twins.

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Luka – Seattle, WA

“Luka, follow me,” Lana said peremptorily as I snuggled up to Mona, my birth mother.

Mom’s blood was salty on my lips as I nursed gently from the small punctures my teeth left on her breasts. Mom shook in ecstasy from my bite, her hands stroking my fiery-red hair as she fed me. Her blood was delicious, salty, life. I could feel that Mom was close to cumming, her moans soft, passionate, and I resented the intrusion.

“Why,” I demanded, regretfully pulling my lips from Mom’s delicious flesh. I could only feed off her once a week; more often would be too dangerous for her. As an Alukah I needed blood to survive, and Mom offered herself; such a loving, intimate gift.

“Our Goddess wants you,” Lana answered, furrowing her eyes.

I perked up. My True Mother needed me. Joy blossomed inside me; all the children of Lilith, myself included, had been so jealous of Di and Emi when they had been chosen for their special mission, and I was secretly delighted to hear that they had died. The more of my siblings that perished, the less competition there was for Mother’s love.

I followed the curvy blonde to Mother’s office. I could see the blood pumping beneath Lana’s skin. Warm, delicious blood, flowing through a beautiful spiderweb of arteries, capillaries, and veins. She positively glowed with life, pooling in her womb where her daughter grew. I wondered what Lana’s blood tasted like; I only ever got to taste my birth mother’s blood. Lana smelled different, spicier than Mom, and I bet her blood would have a zesty flavor.

I could take just a little nip; her neck was so inviting. I sighed. No, I couldn’t touch her. As much as I hated Lana – she thought she was so much better than me – she had mother’s favor. She was untouchable…for now.

I knelt when I entered my True Mother’s glorious presence, gazing up at her with awe and love. Mother was perfect, and her beauty always made me feel lacking; her flesh was flawless, and her blood pumped divinely through perfectly shaped blood vessels that painted a glorious picture of life and power beneath her skin. One day I hoped that she would let me taste her divine blood.

If I served her faithfully, I knew she would.

“You humble daughter is here to serve, Mother,” I said, and shuddered as she smiled at me.

Mother waved her hand and the image of a woman appeared. She was young, early twenties, with olive skin and a round face. Her eyes were dark, almond-shaped, revealing a Far East Asian origin. She had a serious look, almost a scholarly air about her. And it wasn’t just her appearance Mother conjured—I could smell her. The warm, salty flavor of her blood; the sour of her sweat; the spicy tang of her sex—all of it combined to give the woman a unique odor.

I looked questioningly at Mother.

“Samnag Soun,” Mother answered. “Vizier to him.” I knew from the heat in her voice just who ‘him’ referred to. The despicable Mark Glassner. “She is traveling to southern France, to a small town called Rennes-le-Château. Kill her.”

I licked my lips. “I am the instrument of your will, Mother.”

She bent down and kissed me on the lips; pleasure exploded in my pussy. I gasped and shuddered as the most intense, amazing orgasm burst through my body, leaving me nothing more than a twitching ball of sensation whipped by the winds of lust scouring my soul. When I regained my senses, I was lying on the floor and I picked myself up. Mother was reading over some papers; Lana and Chantelle – obviously caught up in Mother’s Lust – passionately writhed in an embrace on the carpets. Sensing I was dismissed, I withdrew quietly.

My birth mother Mona waited outside the office, and hugged me and wished me success and safety in my task. Together we walked up to the roof of the warehouse. “I love you, Luka,” she said, throwing her arms about my neck and kissing me on the lips.

“I love you too, Mom,” I told her as my red hair fanned out, forming into the wings that would carry me through the night sky.

Carrying me to my prey.

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Tuesday October 1st, 2013 – Sam Soun – New York City

“Now boarding British Air Flight 482 for London’s Heathrow Airport.”

That announcement sounded important, the rational, thinking part of my mind told me, but I was too tired to care. I didn’t sleep at all over the weekend – how could I when my very life rested on Mark and Mary overcoming Brandon’s seemingly insurmountable forces – and despite trying to sleep on the flight from Seattle to New York’s LaGuardia Airport, I couldn’t. Mary’s mysterious command plagued me.

We need you to do something that is very important, Mary had said to me last night. Go to the Motherhouse in Rennes-le-Château. In the basement you will find a room. Study it carefully. I need you to reconstruct it perfectly.

I was so curious. What was this mysterious room? Could it be a Matmown? The Magicks of the Witch of Endor spoke of something called ‘Hidden Rooms’—places that spiritual beings could not see into. Angels, Demons, Spirits. None of them could so much as enter one of these rooms, but the Book didn’t explain how to make one.

It seemed that while I waited for our flight to Toulouse, France – with a layover in London – I had fallen asleep on the uncomfortable, plastic chairs in the airport’s terminal. Someone was shaking my shoulder. Candy, my half-asleep mind realized; my lovely and vivacious toy.

“What,” I muttered in irritation.

“Our flight is boarding,” Candy urged. “C’mon, Sam.”

I groaned, “Fine.” I let Candy drag me to my feet.

Candy maneuvered me as I shuffled through the boarding procedures. Since we were in First Class, we got to board with the first group. The First Class tickets were expensive, but I wasn’t paying for the tickets, and Mark and Mary sure could afford to. They gave me a credit card months ago to use for any expenses I needed. The First Class seats were a little wider, a little roomier, a little easier to sleep on—a definitely needed expense.

The moment I buckled in I was dead to the world. I don’t even remember taking off. I woke up with my face pressed against the bulkhead, drool sticky on my cheek, and a blanket – one of those light, airline ones that are too thin to really do much of anything – bunched up on my right side. Candy smiled at me, and reached out to stroke my left thigh. My skirt had ridden up while I slept, almost exposing my naked pussy, and Candy’s fingers dipped in and took advantage of that. I stirred, enjoying her touch, as I looked at her. A grin was plastered on her cute face, framed by hair that was half-dyed cotton-candy blue and bubblegum pink. She was my toy, given to me by Mark in exchange for being their vizier. She was smart, feisty, funny; my right-hand woman.

“Good morning,” Candy purred. “Or, I should say good afternoon. Or evening? I’m not sure anymore. I think we have another six hours to go.”

My bladder felt full and my stomach rumbled. The lavatory took care of one and I bought a meal from the stewardess to take care of the other. It was an okay chicken salad with an oily dressing. Not enough vinegar, I thought, but I was famished and wolfed it down.

Candy giggled and bent over and licked me. “You had something on your chin.”

“Do I still have anything?” I asked, a smile playing on my lips.

Candy bent over and kissed me on the lips, slipping her tongue inside my mouth. “Nope, all clean.”

I was starting to feel a familiar itch in my crotch and one look at Candy’s face told me she felt the same. I grabbed the blanket from the floor and placed it over both of our laps. The grin on Candy’s face broadened, and her hand slip down to find my thigh and slid up my leg to my wet pussy. I shuddered in delight when her skillful fingers played with my damp nethers.

I returned the favor, sliding my hand up Candy’s miniskirt and found her sopping pussy. I smeared my fingers through her juices and brought them up to my lips, sucking each finger one by one. “Umm, I love to eat some sweet Candy,” I laughed.

“Why don’t you try some more?”

I slid my hands back between her thighs, stroking her vulva as Candy probed my pussy with two fingers, sliding them in and out achingly slow. I shuddered in pleasure on my toy’s digits, as I shoved three fingers up Candy’s twat; she raised up on her seat at the sudden intrusion, before relaxing and enjoying my finger-fuck.

Across the aisle, a sleeping man stirred and stretched suddenly. Candy and I kept fingering each other, trying to stay discreet. I bit my lip to stifle a moan as Candy started grinding the heel of her hand on my clit. Well, two could play at that, so I pulled my fingers out of her cunt and began pinching her button. She tossed her head back in pleasure, her pink-and-blue hair swaying wildly about her head.

Candy squeezed her eyes shut, her face turning red as she struggled not to cry out as her orgasm rippled through her. I bit my lip, silencing a moan as she writhed and sighed. Her orgasm was so powerful her stomach muscles contracted and she bent over, a low groan escaping her lips and sweat breaking out across her forehead.

“Are you okay, miss?” the man across the aisle asked in a British accent. “You look a little knackered.”

“I’m fine,” Candy panted.

“No you’re not,” I told her. “C’mon, let’s get you into the lavatory before you throw up.”

Candy gave me a confused look, but she was my slave and obeyed me, standing up. The man had a puzzled expression on his face. “She gets this way all the time,” I told him. “We might be in there for a little while. I know just what to do to make her feel better.”

Candy caught on and nodded, “She gives me what I need.”

“Yep, she needs her protein injection,” I stated. “She’s too chicken to stick the needle in herself, so she likes me to thrust it in her. You see, it has to be plunged deeply into her flesh for the injection to work.”

Candy almost giggled, clapping her hand over her mouth and vigorously nodding her head. “She makes the needle plunging into me feel so nice!”

We reached the two first class lavatories and entered the left one, locking it behind us. It was a typical airplane lavatory: stainless steel toilet, sink, and mirror; cramped for one person, let alone two. We made it work.

Candy reached down and lifted my skirt, exposing my neatly trimmed, black bush, and started playing with my clit. “You know just what I need, Sam,” Candy purred.

I concentrated on my clit, and it began to lengthen, widening, transforming into eight inches of hard iron—my very own cock. I learned how to do this from the Book – the Magicks of the Witch of Endor – and Candy was the first woman I ever fucked with it. We met at the Clam Diver, a lesbian club in Tacoma, and I fucked her with it on a love seat at the edge of the dance floor. Candy had been so impressed by the magic, that she offered to be my slave if I would teach it to her.

She loved every minute of being my slave and apprentice.

Once my clit had grown to its full length I purred, “Time for your injection!”

Giggling, Candy stroked me to full hardness. Her hand felt wonderful on my girl-cock, then she sat on the edge of the sink, parting her legs so I had access to her dripping cunt. “I’m ready to be pricked!”

We embraced and kissed as her hands eagerly guided me into her. I moaned; it felt wonderful to be inside my Sweet Candy again. My hips pumped fast; we couldn’t spend too much time in here before a stewardess got nosy. We shared a sloppy kiss with lots of tongue, moaning into each other’s mouths, as I fucked her hard. Her cunt was tight silk on my cock; I felt that urgent need to cum building in my ovaries, spurring me to fuck Candy faster.

“I love your cunt,” I hissed in Candy’s ear. “You’re a dirty, cock-loving whore, aren’t you?”

“Yes!” Candy panted. “A dirty, girl-cock loving whore! I love it when you fuck my mouth, fuck my cunt, and fuck my filthy ass! I love the taste of your cum. All thick and salty as it pumps in my mouth!”

I felt her fingers squeeze my ass, then reach lower, sliding between my legs. I thrust hard into her as her fingers invaded my cunt. Fuck, she was stroking the passion in my girl-parts and my boy-parts.

“You dirty whore!” I purred. “Finger me! I want to cum with both my pussy and my cock!”

Candy threw her head back, exposing her pale throat, and I couldn’t resist sucking hard at it. I loved leaving hickeys on her pale flesh. They were my marks of ownership—this slut was all mine! Just a few more thrusts and I would be flooding her cunt with my cum. I pounded on her harder and harder, then my ovaries were boiling over and my cock exploded. The pleasure was intense: the focused blast of a male orgasm and the wonderful waves of pleasure of a female orgasm all mixed together in a wonderful maelstrom of rapture.

“Yes, yes!” Candy groaned as she felt my cum jet into her cunt and my pussy juices flooded her hand. I pulled her face down and silenced her with a kiss, her cunt spasming on my cock as she came hard.

“Umm, that was delicious,” I purred, shrinking my clit. “Clean yourself up.”

Candy reached down and scooped up a big gob of my cum and sucked it into her lips. “That’s the best part!”

I chuckled as I slipped out. The British man asked how she was doing and I was about to tell him that she needed a few more minutes, when someone in the back of the plane began screaming. Wondering what could be going on, I made sure my gale bracelet was on my wrist as I started walking to the back of the plane. The bracelet, made of brass, could conjure a strong wind and throw an attacker away from me; one of many charmed objects I had come up with.

I debated grabbing one of my daggers. I had a pair of copper daggers in my carry-on bag stowed in the overhead compartment. They were useful against a supernatural opponent; carved with symbols that would allow the blades to harm spiritual flesh. I decided against grabbing the daggers; unless I saw an actual threat, it would only cause more problems for me to pull them out.

I was about to head into coach when a stewardess stopped me. “What’s going on?” I asked.

“A passenger thought she saw a woman out on the wing,” the stewardess explained.

“What, like that Twilight Zone episode?” One of my favorite episodes. “With the gremlin on the wing?”

The stewardess gave me a momentarily confused look, then, ignoring my comment, said, “It happens sometimes. When you mix sleeping pills, alcohol, and altitude it can cause all sorts of unanticipated reactions. If you could please take your seat, miss.”

I walked back to my seat and tried to peer out the window, straining to see the aircraft’s wing, but I was too far forward. “What are you doing, Sam?” Candy asked as she returned from the lavatory.

“Get my laptop,” I told her.

When we rushed out of the house on Saturday morning, one step ahead of Brandon’s forces, I had grabbed a bag I had prepared. I got the idea from some spy movie—a go bag. It contained anything I would need if I had to leave in a hurry: my copper daggers, a laptop which contained copies of my translations of the Magicks of the Witch of Endor, my enchanted perfume, the bracelet I wore around my wrist, and a few other handy items. Candy grabbed my laptop out of the overhead bin and I booted it up. There was a section in the book that described Lilith’s monstrous children.

The Children of Lilith could manifest in a myriad of different ways, and there were a few that could fly. For instance: a Zauba’a could take the form of whirlwind, the Pazuzu and the Lamassu had bird wings, the Th’uban was something that resembled a dragon, and the Alukah could fly using her hair. I read each entry carefully—the one about the Alukah jumped out. An Alukah looked perfectly human and was a type of vampire. Its bite imparted a narcotic effect on the victim, making them docile as the monster fed. Its hair could be shaped into wings or in other, useful ways. The gaze of an Alukah was hypnotic, making its victims docile or causing people to ignore its presence. The drunk were supposedly immune to this power.

My blood chilled as I shut down my laptop.

I tried in vain to see the wing again. Was there an Alukah perched on the airplane’s wing? Or was it just a drunk woman hallucinating? I chewed my lip. Maybe I was just being paranoid. Fuck, but what if I wasn’t? I could only hope that the Zimmah bond would protect us from an Alukah’s gaze.

No. Hoping is what Mark would do. I bet there was a way I could neutralize the gaze, and started my research.

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Luka – London, England

Riding on the wing of an airplane was exhilarating.

After Mother sent me to kill Samnag Soun last night, I had flown south on wings made of my fiery-red hair. Young Crystal, one of Mother’s followers, called me Bayonetta when she saw me use my hair this way the first time. Bayonetta turned out to be a video game character, and Crystal got me hooked playing the game on her PS3. I reached Tacoma in a few minutes, swooping over the city, trying to isolate Sam’s scent through a city’s worth of humans.

When I found it, the trail led north back to Seattle. Hissing in frustration, I had to fly back the way I came. When I arrived at Boeing Field in southern Seattle, I had just missed her plane taking off, flying east. This was getting frustrating. I could fly fast, but I couldn’t fly quite as fast as a jet.

Doggedly I pursued, and the Country had passed as a blur beneath me as I followed the scent of the airplane through the skies. I had been lucky to arrive in New York City just in time, smelling Sam’s scent on a plane taxiing onto the runway. I landed on the wing, and used my hair to grip its leading edge while my gaze hypnotized any passenger that happened to looked out the window.

It had worked until that one lady got drunk and saw me.

Luckily, everyone just thought she was a hysteric woman. No-one else saw me for the rest of the flight and I enjoyed myself. The wind howled almost painfully, and exhilaratingly, past me, and we were up so high that if I had to breathe I would have been in trouble. The ocean was so blue as we passed over it. Once we flew above a thunderstorm; I watched in awe as lightning flashed and danced in the clouds below, a beautiful display of power that seemed for my eyes alone. When the sun set, the stars were so brilliant, twinkling down upon me. There were so many of them, more than I ever saw in Seattle.

By the time the plane began landing, I was feeling pretty weak. Feeding off my birth-mother once a week sustained me when I wasn’t exerting myself—when I didn’t fly halfway across the country and hitch a ride on an airplane. I could feel my thirst growing. I needed blood to survive, to fuel my powers. As the plane landed in a dreary city – London I think – I let go of the plane, swooping towards the airport’s terminal.

I could find someone to snack on in there.

I was overwhelmed when I snuck through a maintenance tunnel and entered the terminal proper. There were so many people; the smell of warm blood filled my nose. Everywhere I looked I could see veins and arteries, and all the beautiful blood pumping beneath their skin. Whom to drink from? Everywhere I looked was a feast.

I saw a flash of purple.

A girl wearing a gray hoodie and a gauzy, lilac skirt over black tights disappeared into a bathroom. Her hair, dyed purple, was shoulder length, framing a cute, round face. She was so enticing. I touched my sharp canines with my tongue and felt my nipples harden beneath my tight, red bodysuit; I took a page out of that video game and shaped the clothes from my hair. I followed the girl into the bathroom, smelling her warmth from the last stall.

I padded silently to the stall. The sharp, ammonia scent of urine filled my nostrils as I heard water splashing. The door was locked and the girl shouted “Occupied!” when I tried to open it. I leaped up and easily slid through the gap between the door and ceiling, then landed gracefully on my feet before her.

“Bloody hell!” the girl exclaimed in a melodic, British accent. “Why’d you go and do that?”

She sat on the toilet, her black tights and white panties bunched up around her ankles. I licked my lips and relaxed my hair. My clothing dissolved away, leaving me naked before the girl. All she could do was stare dumbfounded at me.

Finally, the girl collected her thoughts. “Clear off. I’m taking a piss, slag!”

I gazed at her; her eyes went wide and almost black as her pupils dilated. A shudder passed through her body and her lips curled with lust. She pulled off that gray hoodie, exposing a low cut, lilac blouse. I delighted to see the blood flooding her capillaries, giving a nice, red flush to her pale skin. She smelled delicious: warm blood, spicy cunt, acidic urine.

I had to taste her.

“Aren’t you tidy,” the girl purred, lost to the lust my gaze generated. “I could just dive right into that fanny and eat you all up!”

I turned, presenting my ass to the girl. I liked a good ass-licking and I was feeling horny. After she pleasured me, I could taste all the delights the girl’s body had to offer.

“Not your arse, I said your fanny!” she objected.

“My fanny is my ass,” I said in confusion.

“Bloody yanks! Your fish taco.” I only stared blankly at her over my shoulder. “Your cunt, stupid git.” I spun around and she knelt before me, her breath hot on my pussy. She took one, delicious lick of my pussy and I shuddered. “I love fish for supper,” she murmured before diving back in.

I leaned back against the door and let this girl devour my fanny; what a funny word for my pussy. Her tongue was agile, licking along my lips. Then she shoved her tongue deep into my hole, fucking my snatch like a small cock. My back arched and I writhed against the stall. I gripped the girl’s head and started humping my cunt into her lips.

“Um, yes, eat my cunt!” I moaned. “Delicious little slut!”

“Your fanny tastes bloody marvelous!” she purred.

“Don’t stop!” I hissed.

I groaned as she buried her wonderful tongue back into me. Her fingers started pinching my clit, sending wonderful pleasure radiating through my body. The girl moved her tongue up to my little pearl, rapidly flicking it as she slid a finger up inside me. Her finger hooked and curled, rubbing along the walls of my pussy, searching for just the right spot.

I exploded when she found it, my head banging back against the stall door, as an orgasm smashed through me. “Holy shit,” I muttered, panting heavily, gazing down at the girl who had a pleased look plastered on her face.

“Good one, huh,” she said proudly. “I’d fancy one myself.” Her blouse popped off and then her white bra, exposing a cute pair of breasts topped with dark nipples.

“Is everything all right in there?” someone asked from outside, banging on the stall door.

Irritation flashed through me and I opened it up to see a female janitor. “Close the bathroom,” I ordered as I gazed at her. “Let no-one in!”

“Yes,” she muttered in a daze. “The loo is closed.”

I pulled the girl out of the toilet as the janitor left the bathroom. I pushed my prey down and ripped her tights and panties off, leaving her naked save for her purple skirt bunched up around her waist. Her legs spread, and her fanny was shaved bare and glistened with lust. My fangs itched to sink into her pink flesh and taste her blood.

I fell on her, and she cooed in delight as I kissed her, biting her lips and enjoying the coppery blood. I kissed down her neck, feeling her pulse beating just beneath her skin. I itched to sink my fangs in and drink her heart’s blood, but that would attract too much attention. I kissed lower, down to her small breasts and sucked on her hard nipples, swirling my tongue around her nub.

“Suck my knockers!” the girl purred. “Give ’em a good suck!”

I could feel the blood flowing through her breasts and I sank my fangs into her perky flesh. I nursed at her tit, hungrily swallowing her coppery, delicious blood. It was so fresh, tasty, invigorating; the energy spread through my body, inflaming my lust. My prey writhed beneath me, moaning wordlessly; lost in the ultimate intimacy.

I was drinking her life, what could be more intimate?

“Shit that’s bloody amazing!” the girl moaned. “Ohh, what’re you doing to me!”

I left bloody kisses as I moved to her other breast. A second orgasm spasmed through her as I greedily drank her blood; my cheek rubbed against her hard nipple as I lapped the crimson oozing from her ivory flesh.

The scent of her pussy was intoxicating, beckoning to me. I slid down her body, nipping at her flat stomach, watching beads of dark blood blossoming across her pale flesh. I spread her thighs, her spicy scent filling my nose. Then I buried my face into her pussy, looking up at her body as her back arched in pleasure.

Was there anything more beautiful than crimson blood beading across white flesh?

“Um, suck on my fanny!” the girl moaned, kneading her bloody breasts. She was too lost to the lust my bite generated to feel the pain of all her tiny wounds. All she felt was the pleasure.

I nipped at her groin, watching a rivulet of blood run down and mix pink with her pussy juices. I dove in, lapping up the coppery, spicy flavor. I slid my tongue into her pussy, then up to brush her clit. This was so delicious.

“You bloody slag! Eat me! Devour me! I’m gonna cum! Oh shite, oh shite!”

Tasty juices and coppery blood flooded my mouth as she bucked against my face. My own pussy was on fire. I flipped around, straddling her face. Her tongue was rough as she lapped at my burning cunt, sending waves of pleasure through me as I bent down and nipped at her thigh, enjoying another flow of fresh blood. I was so intoxicated with her taste her tongue easily brought me to a powerful orgasm. I screamed into the meat of her silky thigh, her blood filling my lips; life and pleasure burst through me.

I formed new clothing, leaving my prey sprawled on the floor, her hand furiously rubbing her cunt as my bite’s lust still poured through her veins. Blood streaked her body, enhancing her natural beauty with vibrancy. She should live, I thought.

I felt more alive than ever as I slipped out of the bathroom. Never had my belly been so full of blood; a warmth that slowly grew and grew, spreading to every corner of my being. How great would I feel if I had drained every drop from the girl?

I shuddered just thinking about it.

I wiped the janitor’s memory, and stalked off, following the scent of Samnag Soun. I wouldn’t have to hold back with her. I would taste her blood, drinking in every last drop until her heart stopped beating—the blood stopped flowing. I would experience the rapture of draining a human dry.

For Mother.

To be continued…

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My high school graduation was a time of firsts. For my school, it was the first time every graduating student was over the age of 18. For my best friend, Cyndi, it was the first time she had the courage to prove her stepfather wrong about something and actually graduate. For me, it was the first time I had sex with a boy. And the first time I had sex with a girl. And the first time I had sex with more than one person at once – and…well you get the idea!

It all started the day before graduation. Cyndi and I were in my bedroom getting ready to go to the rehearsal when she started crying. I put down the dress I had been getting out of the closet and put my hands on her shoulders. “Cyndi, what’s wrong??”

“Nothing is wrong, I’m just so happy! (sob)”

“Cyndi!” I put my arms around her in a nice, comforting hug while she shook, the sobs eventually dying down.

“It’s just – well, you know my stepfather.”

I nodded. I knew her stepfather only too well. Cyndi’s father had left when she was 11 and her mother had married this arrogant bastard in less than a year after that – probably out of loneliness and needing to pay the rent. “Go on” I said.

“Well, he is always telling me what a loser I am. That nothing will ever come of me and that I might as well become a prostitute or a phone sex actress! Now here I am, about to graduate high school and I’m going to college in the fall. I did it all on my own – but your emotional support has been what’s pulled me through when I didn’t think I could do it.”

I smiled at Cyndi and we sat down on the edge of my bed. She really had come a long way. She was smart, funny and beautiful in such an innocent way – because she didn’t even know she was beautiful – probably because of her stepfather undermining her self-esteem all the time. But *I* knew she was beautiful. I gave her another hug and inhaled the fragrance of her. Before I knew it, I felt her breathing get heavy as her hand slid so slowly and gently under the strap of my bra in the back.

I sucked in my breath, but didn’t move. I immediately felt the blood rush to my crotch as I realized what Cyndi was doing. I was shocked but not unhappy – I had often fantasized about Cyndi when I was alone and under the covers at night. I just never knew she felt the same way about me.

Her hand moved, under my bra, around to the front and slid up . . . slowly . . . until the fabric was moved up over my breast, and her hand now covered where the fabric had been. My nipple was growing hard, as she began to carress and knead. She began to say something when I covered her mouth with mine in a long, slow, tounge-teasing kiss.

She broke away and just looked at me, wild-eyed! Then we both ripped off our bras and embraced again, this time it was she who kissed me, and pushed me back on the bed. She continued to kiss me as her hand found my right breast and fully explored it. Cupping, carressing, kneading – and then pinching my nipple gently between her thumb and forefinger and just rolling it so exquisitely that it just drove me insane!

My hips were beginning to writhe a little by this time and she slipped her hand just under the elastic in the waist of my panties. I let out a slow, involuntary moan as her hand slid further under my panties. I felt her fingers slip over my mound and stop just above my clit . . . my pussy lips were already open and my panties were soaking wet.

I began to feel her breasts, too, her nipples were rock hard. It seemed to turn her on just as much fingering me, as it turned me on to get fingered! She started carressing her middle finger over my clit, rubbing it in little circles. Lightly at first, and then harder and harder. Until she was pressing against it so hard that the juice from my pussy made her finger slip off and then she’d do it again! Over and over – faster and harder! My hips were bucking against her hand, as I sucked on her tounge and clutched at her breast.

I heard Cyndi moan, a lustful and whimpering moan, and that was more than I could take. My orgasm shook my body and the bed and my thighs clutched her hand to my crotch as wave after wave swept over me. I fell limp against the bed when I heard a knock on the door!

We both jumped up and went to opposite areas of the room, quickly putting on our bras and dresses as I said, “Yes!”

“Are you girls almost ready? It’s time to go…”

“Yes, Mom.”

“Ok, I’ll wait down in the car. Hurry up, you two.”

I grinned at Cyndi and she grinned back at me, both of us knowing that her turn would come later.

THE END

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My name is Susan. I’m a senior at a major university. I’ve been seeing my boyfriend Jerry for several years and we have been having sex for almost as long. Recently Jerry has been talking about marrying me after college. I’m not so certain. I’m not certain if I’m in love with him. I hear about feeling rockets going off but I don’t feel it. I’ve never felt it. Jerry thinks he’s a great lover and he makes all the motions and certainly tries. I never want to make him feel bad so I always make him think it’s wonderful.

I was telling this to my roommate and best friend Sara. She looked at me with a curious expression and said “Susan, have you ever had an orgasm?” I didn’t know what to say. “I don’t know if I’ve ever had an orgasm,” I told her. “That means you haven’t had one yet because I assure you if you did you would know it. Have you ever masturbated?” she asked. “No, I’ve never done that.” I blushed. I had always been shy, having sex with the lights off and NEVER talked about sex. “Then I’m going to teach you. We’re going to have a Masturbation 101 class and it will be graded on a pass/fail basis. Let’s get undressed.”

I watched her as she shed her clothes in front of me. Her body was perfect and my mind started to wander. I watched as her bra fell to the carpet, revealing her perfect breasts. I just stared at her. “Come on babe, get those clothes off!” I slowly started to undress but kept my eyes totally on her. She pulled her panties down her thighs and stepped out of them. She had a trimmed mound. Very sexy! She looked at me and started helping me remove my shirt. She tossed it aside and wrapped her arms around me, with a flick of her wrist the clasps of my bra were undone, and my breasts were released. She slid her hands up my body and lightly cupped my tits in her hands, gently rolling my nipples in between her nimble fingers.

She giggled lightly and went to her dresser. She pulled something out of a drawer and grabbed the small mirror off the top of her dresser.

. Sara sat down and handed me the mirror. We were naked together on the bed. “What am I supposed to do with this?” I asked. “Spread your legs and put the mirror under your pussy so you can see what you’re doing” she told me. I put the mirror under my pussy and saw myself in a new way. I never looked at my pussy before. “You need to get to know your pussy. I am going to show you how. Do everything I do. Take your index finger and rub it around your outer lips in a circle and with each pass go a little deeper into your pussy. I want you to touch every part of your pussy.”

I did as she told me. Looking at my pussy in the mirror I circled it with my finger. “Move slowly, you need to get to know your pussy and know where it feels good. When you know where it feels good you can tell who ever you are with where it feels good.” I moved slowly into the lips of my pussy and it began to feel good. Warm and a little bit wet. Then I continued circling and I came to my clit. I knew it was there but I had never found it before. Sara watched me intently as my fingers circled around my clit. “Try rubbing it, how does it feel?” Sara said. I rubbed it and suddenly waves of pleasure began to run through my body. “It feels good. I can feel it. I can feel it!” I told Sara.

“Good! Now try this vibrator. Put it in slowly and work it around the way I’m doing it.” I watched Sara intently, not completely concentration on how she was doing it, but more wondering what it would be like if she were doing it to me. I told her I didn’t know if I could and would prefer it if she would try it on me first. She raised her eyebrow up at me and before I knew it she had slipped the vibrator in. I was so wet that the vibrator easily penetrated deep into my tight pussy. I was overcome by the warm sexy sensations. For the first time I felt I understood what sex and sensuality meant. Sara sped up the vibrator and her pumping; my rocking hips followed her lead. My nipples were becoming hard. “Try playing with your nipples” Sara said. As I rolled my nipples between my fingers I could feel that my pussy was dripping wet all over the slick vibrator.

All of a sudden I started feeling shock waves of pleasures and I started panting. My body tightened up completely as my orgasm washed over my tiny body. MY very first climax had consumed me totally and I lost all self-control, my moans were more like screams. I trembled out of control as she continued to pump the vibrator in and out of my tight pussy. She ever so slightly changed her speed slower and slower until she was sure my climax had subsided. But hearing me cum and watching my reaction definitely turned her on. I quickly brought the vibrator to her throbbing clit. I made slow steady strokes around her clit, just as I had seen her do before. Good thing I’m a quick learner, cause I had her writhing on the bed, her chest heaving as her body was wracked with pleasure! As I slid the vibrator deep into her wetness I let my fingers from my free hand dance over her clit, randomly touching the spots she was earlier. “Oh my God, don’t stop babe, don’t stop!” Sara’s moans replaced mine as she came. Her thick juices coated my fingers and the vibrator as I brought her down from her climax.

We both lay on the bed catching our breath. After a few moments she rolled over and kissed me deeply. At first I was shocked, but she sent waves of pleasure throughout my body and I was quickly becoming horny. I was hoping for another lesson soon.

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a story i enjoyed

All my friends raved so much about the benifits of having beauty therapy that i eventually decided to sign up too. Originally i went for just a manicure but it soon became a full MOT jobbie comprising facial, eyelash tinting and pedicure with massage. I oly asked for Sophie as she got to know me well and always looked immaculate in her starched white uniform and hair tied back. She would fluff up the towels, play soothing music and encourage me to chill out.

Anyway, last time i enjoyed the foot massage so much that Sophie convinced me to have a full massage afterwards. As it happened i was the last client so she stepped out of the cubicle to tell Karen, the owner, that she would lock up. “ill be with you in a minute,” she called “You’ll need to take your skirt and top off, just keep your underwear on.” I piled up my clothes and lay back down on the beauty therapy couch, looking forward to a lovely massage.

“Just dimming the lights,” Sophie said, “To help make you relax.” By the time she came back in i was totally relaxed. “Now then, all i want you to do is to turn over and take off your bra so i can rub your back.” I did as i was told. her hands were warm and soft on my skin and followed the contours of my back. “Breath in and out deeply,” She chanted. “Imagine you’re far, far away.” Her voice and movemants were hypnotic. Her hands fluttered over my back. I could smell the fragrent oils and balms.

“Is it okay if i pull down your knickers just a little, to massage the base of your spine?” She enquired politly. “yes, thats fine.” i answered after some tought, i was pretty self concious about my butt, had been ever since i was little when a girl at school had called me flubber bum.
“Relax sweetie, you have a lovely bum.” Sophie told me as she kneeded my flesh, as if reading my mind.

Her hands were now lubricating the top of my legs. Warm airwaves whooshed over my body, making me tingle from head to toe. “Can you open your legs a little?” I obeyed as her hands greased my upper thighs, a coupple of times a finger knocked against my pussy, sending sparks through me, but i still hadnt twigged.

Then it was time to turn over, but before i could put my bra back on she was cupping my breasts. “What are you doing?” I asked, sitting bolt upright. “Exactly what you want me to do.” She said, looking me straight in the eye. “Theres no point pretending any more. Don’t be afraid, you’re in very good hands.” I was too stunned to move so she just pushed me gently back. “Just lie back and i’ll look after you.”

Staring ahead i let her massage my breasts, now realising i was actually being tempted by a woman. Despite myself i started breathing heavily as she played with my nipple, gently rolling it between her fingers. I sensed all the muscles in my pussy respond. It was so down and durty, letting a woman caress my flesh. With her other hand she wormed her way southwards and slid a coupple of fingeres into my knickers. I gasped. “It’s okay darling,” she whispered. “You’re going to love this.”

Little by little i was being seduced by her touch. her fingers stroked my rapidly swelling clit, roung and round. My whole body was swaying on the couch. My cunt was starting to get wet now, like it was melting. She just concentrated on touching it, every so often slipping a finger inside and then putting it in my mouth, so i could taste my sweet jucies. She ten put two fingers into my snatch, i nearly screamed as she forced her way into the tight hole.

“Tht’s a good girl, now i want you to open your legs really wide.” She could have done anything to me at this point. She wedged her head in between my legs and i felt i would die in ecstasy, i wanted her to do disgusting things. She gently flicked my clit with her tounge, then licked my snatch. Back up to my clit for another teasing flick and then down again, to taste my readily flowing juices.

A delicious ache was building up in my pussy, and as she forced her tounge inside me the orgasm hit me like a wave smashing into a cliff. Sophie had to hold me down, otherwise i would have fallen off the couch.

She hissed excitedly and prised my legs further apart. In the struggle her hair had come free and the top buttons of her unifor had come un-popped. I grabbed at her tnder tits, which were starting to topple out and squeezed them. I was out of my mind with pleasure now, and felt like a dirty little slut in need of a good and hard fuck, and Sophie knew it. Suddenly she stuck three of her fingers inside my dripping cunt, more that ive ever had before, even when i’ve masturbated. By now i felt wide enough and wet enough to take her whole arm up to the elbow!!

She fucked me, thats the only way i could describe it. It was like she was a man fucking me. I could sense her getting turned on. If watching me gave her a thrill then i was going to reciprocate. Within scods we swopped places, her dress was hoiked up as she lay spread eagled and her fringed pussy was in my mouth, before i even had time to think what i was doing.

“Sweetie, oh sweetie.” Her moans egged me on. i swirled my tounge around her clit, her legs were thrashing around and i felt an almost superhuman strength in holding her down “Drink me.” I slobbered away, completly intixicated by her mysterious aroma.

Suddenly there was a slap on my buttocks. “What is going on?” Hands on her hips Karen stood in the open doorway with nothing on but a pair of high-heeled shoes. “You’re such naughty girls, i knew i had to keep an eye on you.” She smacked my bottom again and then rubbed herself over me, squashing her ample bosom on my back and riding her hairy wet cunt on my smarting buttocks. She then pinched my rear so hard that i moved to one side, enabling her to getto Sophie. Practically sitting on her victims face, she parted her own cunt lips, revaling a well streached hole

“Do it like i showed you before.” she orderd, tering away at her own breasts untill Sophies tounge darted hastily in and out of her crotch. Panting loudly Kren stroked herself all over, smearing lipstick over her face, she lokked like a real whore. She then clamoured very slowly over Sophie so that the licking went uninterupted and pulled my fece towards hers. I tasted her lipstick as we kissed passinatly in the knowledge that the greedy bitch had both orifaces gratified.

Now that my tounge had become waylayed i slipped a finger into Sophies pink cunt, teasing her clit and fucking her the way she had done me, whipping her up into a frenzy. Wanting to treat me to a fully comprehensive therapy, Krens long nailed fingers were soon bobbing in and out of my snatch. We were so out of control, our three raveged cunts throbbing away as we mixed and matched each others bodies and consideratly shared an equal portion of hot wet pussy.

My friends are very impressed that i’m now such a regular at the beautician’s . Somehow i don’t think they get the same sort of treatment though!!

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Sci-fi/Action Erotica

“It’s all your fault we’re late!” I exclaimed at my friend, Edward, as we rushed down the corridors of the star port.
“You wanted to buy that fraking recorder!” he yelled back.
Edward and I were supposed be on flight 997 to Rapture at 1400 hours Colonial Time. It was 1405. If it wasn’t for the fact star cruisers were never on time then we’d have most certainly been left behind.
We finally reached the entrance to the star cruiser. The ticket checking machine scanned our tickets and allowed us access to the shuttle.
“Thank the stars we aren’t too late,” I sighed.
“Let’s just find our room and sleep this thing out,” Edward said.
“Oh come on, are you just going to stay in your room through the whole trip?” I asked.
“Why not?”
“There are at least a hundred people on this ship. That’s, like, a hundred adventures.”
“You’re an idiot,” Edward murmured.
We found the room marked A-15, which was suited for two people. Once we were inside we commenced placing our suitcases besides our beds on either side of the small room. Two bathrooms were at one wall, while a video screen was placed on another. Storage compartments were placed in the wall above our beds.
“Cozy,” I said.
Edward flopped onto his bed and used the remote activated voice command to switch on the wall monitor, “Monitor initiate. You can go about your stupid adventures, I’m staying here,” he said.
“What is it with you and space travel?” I asked.
“I just hate it, isn’t that enough?”
“Whatever,” I replied, shaking my head as I left the room.
It probably would be a good idea to explain why my friend and I, Edward, were even on this space ship destined for the planet Rapture. He and I had just finished standard school a year ago, and had decided to leave Colonial City on Mars to see the most beautiful place in Commonwealth territory, Paradise City. Apparently, Paradise City was the gem of Rapture, which was the gem of the Commonwealth.
Edward had the money for the flight and to get us anything we need in Paradise City, including an apartment, and I had…nothing else to do. Plus, I’d never been on a spaceship outside Sol before.
“Attention passengers, this you captain speaking, Captain Keyes. If you have any problems or questions, feel free to ask me directly, or just access any terminal on the ship. Now, we’ll be departing Phoebe Star Port very shortly. Once we’ve left the dock we’ll head to a good jump point, which’ll take about thirty hours. Once we make the jump, it’ll be a twelve hour flight to Rapture. I hope you enjoy the trip.”
Two days in space. That sounded absolutely wonderful to me, and probably dreadful to my friend. Nevertheless, I’d be sure to enjoy myself.
The first thing I decided to do was head to the observation deck. There, the walls and ceiling were lined with large windows looking out into space. The deck, which took up two-thirds of the upper level, could fit all the passengers of the ship at one time. Only a dozen people were there though.
I felt the star cruiser shudder as it detached from its port and began its journey to Rapture. I sat at one of the window-side chairs and looked out into space. I could see the blue, green, and red planet of Mars, from which I had been living for the past twenty years.
“Beautiful view isn’t it?” an unknown female voice behind me suddenly announced, startling me. I jumped in surprise before I turned to see who had spoke.
She giggled at my reaction and apologized. While she laughed I found myself unable to tear my eyes away from her. She had the smoothest, richest olive brown skin, the result of a mixed Mediterranean heritage. Her black and violet hair hung loose down to her to the small of her back. The deep tranquility of her radiant sapphire eyes glinted as though they had captivated the stars themselves. I found myself transfixed upon the endless darkness in her pupils at the center of this makeshift universe.
Making sure not to stare and make a bad first impression I quickly glanced over her body and replied, “That’s okay.” In my glance I saw she wore a nearly see-through red shirt.
To my amazement she decided to sit down next to me. I wondered to myself why such a beautiful woman would even bother with me.
“I’ve always loved the stars,” she said. I found myself barely able to listen as I admired her body. She had a pair of the most voluptuous breast I’d even seen. If it weren’t for the purple bra she wore I’m sure her tits would be bursting through the see-through shirt. Looking down I noticed she wore a short, red, leathery skirt.
“Yeah, there really beautiful,” I replied, talking more about her assets rather than the stars.
When she turned to look at me I quickly tore my eyes from her body and made eye contact.
“So, are you heading to Paradise City too?” she asked.
“Uh, yeah. Me and my friend, actually.”
“Your friend?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. It took me a moment, but I caught on to what she was saying.
“Not that kind of friend. He and I are just…good friends. Even though I wonder why sometimes.”
The girl laughed at my half-joke and I found myself astounded by another beautiful trait of hers. Her laugh was the sweetest, most pleasing thing that ever graced my ears.
“I have a lot of friends like that,” she said. “Most of them in Paradise City.”
“Are you from there?” I asked.
“Born and raised on the Gem of the Colonies.”
“I could tell. I’ve heard the most beautiful people come from Rapture,” I said, trying my best to sound smooth.
She giggled and said, “You’re cute.” If my skin wasn’t so dark, I’m sure I would have been blushing.
“Veronica! Veronica!” a soft and tender voice started calling. The sound slipped out of the unfamiliar schoolgirl’s mouth and graced and fluttered through the air in our direction. The girl currently in front of me turned around and called, “I’m here!”
“I take it you’re Veronica,” I said.
“Well I most certainly would hope so,” she replied jokingly.
A moment later a girl came running up to us. This apparent friend of Veronica’s was almost as beautiful as her. She had shoulder length, red hair, and bright, green eyes. Either her genes hadn’t contained a lot of melanin, or her parents genetically engineered her this way, but somehow she had probably the whitest, creamiest skin I’d ever seen.
Unlike Veronica, this girl had a small pair of breasts, but they still appeared to be a handful. This girl’s clothing was even sexier than Veronica’s though. A tight, blue shirt covered her breasts, and pretty much only that. Her flat stomach was completely exposed, also thanks to the low cut, equally tight shorts she wore.
“This is my friend Kelly,” Veronica said.
“Who’s this?” Kelly asked Veronica.
“Uh, I don’t really know. What is your name?”
“Uh, Zerik,” I answered.
“Ooh, exotic,” Kelly said. “Is he our new friend?” I noticed a slight change in her tone when she said “friend.”
“Perhaps,” Veronica replied. “He is pretty funny.”
“I just have my little moments. After you get to know me, I just become annoying,” I said.
“Don’t be so hard on yourself. I’m sure we’ll appreciate your humor, won’t we?” Veronica said, looking back at her friend.
“I hope we will,” she replied.
Veronica’s friend, Kelly, sat in the seat on the other side of me, sandwiching me between two of the hottest women I had ever met. Only if Edward was here, I thought humbling to myself. The three of us started talking about numerous, irrelevant things. I did learn a few things about them. Veronica had just graduated from an electronics school on Mars and was twenty-three. Kelly was the same age as me, twenty, and had come to Mars to visit Veronica. I also found that they’d been friends for nearly all their lives, and had shared everything.
“Everything?” I said curiously.
“I guess you could say we used each other for a lot of practice,” Kelly said playfully.
“You used me more, I just laid back and enjoyed the ride,” Veronica replied.
These are two very naughty girls, I thought to myself. Even in this liberal, 23rd century, some things still could easily get a rise out of a man, such as two women talking about their sexual experiences with each other. Imagining what they had done, combined with their clothing, particular Kelly’s, was more than enough to get me “excited.” If it wasn’t for my loose pants I knew I’d had been in pain.
“Hey, why don’t we show him that video!?” Kelly exclaimed.
“I don’t know…”
“What video?” I asked, though I already had a very good idea what kind of video it was.
“It’s just this thing Veronica and I made a few years back. We’ve been treasuring it ever since,” Kelly explained.
“Masturbating and treasuring are two different things Kay.”
“Well I wouldn’t mind seeing it,” I said, trying to seem as modest as possible.
“Well I don’t feel like watching it again. You two go ahead and enjoy yourselves; I’m going to find something to eat.” Veronica got up and winked at Kelly and me as she left.
“What was that about?” I asked.
“Just a silent promise thing we have, nothing you really need to worry about right now,” Kelly said. She grabbed my arm and pulled me up along with her and led me to her and Veronica’s room, which was on the level below Edward’s and mine.
Their room was pretty much identical to ours, only with a few more bags on the floor.
“Sorry about the mess. I’m always pretty sloppy.”
“Something we have in common.”
As Kelly searched through one of the bags she said, “I have a feeling you and I might have a lot of common interests.”
I was barely listening to her though, for my attention had been focused on her lower backside. In crouching down her already tight shorts had constricted even more, accentuating the curves of her tight ass. For a moment I felt like my legs were about to give out from under me as all the blood in my lower body was concentrated into one point.
“Here it is,” she said, pulling out a small disk. She inserted into in the slot under the video screen and stated, “Film one play.”
“Have a seat,” she said, sitting on the floor and motioning me to seat beside her. I sat down next to her and nearly had a heart attack when I realized what her full intentions were. I struggled to contain myself as I thought how this had become pretty much the luckiest day of my life.
The screen finally flickered to life with an image of Kelly’s face on screen. Though this had been taped a few years ago she did not look like she’d age a day.
“Is it working?” Veronica asked in the background of the tape.
“I think so,” Kelly replied. Both girls were only in their under-gowns. Veronica wore a light red gown which came down to her ankles, concealing most of her assets. Only her most defined quality, her breasts, showed through. However, her face was quite a piece of art. Her black and lavender hair hung free masking parts of her eyes. She had lovely sapphire eyes. Flawless eyebrows that were sculpted and slender. She had rosy pink cheeks, which was spotted with three freckles on her left cheek. Her lips were the centerfold of her countenance. She had full, curved lips. From time to time I noticed that she would lick her upper lip then bite down on her lower one. She was the utmost of perfection.
One the other hand Kelly sported a delicate pink robe. The gown, though it did cover most of her body, was entirely see-through. The fabric ended at her lower thighs, just above her knee. One could plainly see her milky white skin accented at her breasts. Small but elegant, they had a perfect tear drop form and were pronounced by cherry colored nipples, which stood erect. Her long legs started at her lean thighs as they stretched all the way down to her petite feet. Between her thighs and her feet was pure bliss. Smooth skin untouched by imperfections was silky and straight. Behind her was a minute, but yet well rounded ass. Ultimately, you curve around to the front once more to see a completely shave pussy. The lips were closed tightly, meaning either she was a virgin or she hadn’t had sex in some time. Hard to believe from such a beautiful young woman. Though there was one other possibility, she had only engaged in lesbian sex. The thought was quite magnificent as I pondered the query, however if that was the case I wouldn’t be here.
“Well then get your sexy ass over here,” Veronica demanded.
“Yes ma’am,” Kelly replied as she lowered her head playfully.
“You have been a very naughty little girl”
“No foreplay, just take me,” Kelly insisted as she held out her arms and puckered her lips.
“Not so fast young lady. First I want to have a little fun,” Veronica asserted as she waved her index finder back and forth to show her disapproval.
“But…,” Kelly protested however Veronica’s face was unyielding. “What do you wish of me,” Kelly placed her hands over her breasts and cupped them.
“I want you to strip for me you bad, bad girl,” without tearing her gaze off of Kelly’s sexy exterior she murmured, stereo play track five ,disc two.” A smooth and cool jazz started to escape from the speakers and engulfed the room. The low tunes of the saxophone ran up and down Kelly’s body as it entered her ears. The music turned her on. “That’s not all,” before she finished she uttered, lights- dim 50 percent, pixel color- dark red.” The room which had previously been well lit turned a deep and sensual scarlet red. “Now you may begin.”

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