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Jo confides in her friend Jill, and things get hot.

Chapter 4

Jill was Jo’s best friend and had been since Jo was 10 years old. There was nothing the girls didn’t share and they went through girl puberty together.

Jill Jones was a 16-year-old black girl and only child of Reginald and Sharon Jones. The ebony teenager was 5’6″ with long braided hair and medium sized tits. Just like her friend Jo, Jill did not, and would not shave her bush. They both found it bothersome, especially just to placate to the boys who didn’t like munching some actual carpet.

If there was any celebrity that Jill bore resemblance to, it would be a dark skinned Alicia Keys, and just like Alicia Keys, Jill had a husky voice and somewhat wide hips.

It was a day after Jo had her spectacularly naughty masturbation session in her brother’s room that the blonde was at Jill’s parents’ house in Jill’s room. Jill’s parents were out working and Jo and her friend had a quiet house to themselves.

The girls talked about the usual stuff, but Jo felt a desperate need to share not only her relatively newfound feelings about her brother with her friend, but also the events of the previous day, knowing that the nature of it all might turn off her friend.
It was not that she feared the nature of the sex would turn Jill off, as Jill had already let herself be known to Jo as a girl not particularly uptight about more than the run-of-the-mill variety of sex. The number of times that Jo and Jill got graphic in their descriptions of sexual acts as they chit chatted about it like true best buddies were unlimited, and Jo already had a good feeling that the black teenager was pretty much guaranteed to have a bit of a perverse streak of her own. For all of her 16 years, Jill talked and acted beyond her young age.

But to admit to the desire for incest, and the shared masturbation session with her brother would be on another level. Being freaky was one thing, being freaky WITH your own brother was quite another, and it made Jo’s heart pound, wondering whether she should take the chance of confiding in Jill.

The girls were in Jill’s room, small talking about celebrity hunks in the magazines they were leafing through and how much they’d like to sample them.

“If only I got Brad Pitt alone in a room,” Jill mused smiling her pearly white teeth bare, “Angelina would have nothing on the freaky shit I’d do to him. I don’t care what she’s doing to him to make him go over the world and ignore all the pussy he could get; one shot at this cooch and it’s all over for that big lipped freak. Unless, of course, she’d be willing to put those lips to use on me.”

This bi-sexual admission was nothing new to Jo; she knew Jill had no problems admitting to her to being willing to go both ways.

“Jill… Can I tell you something?” Jo asked tentatively, her mind made up about confiding in Jill about her hidden perverse desires.

Jill looked at her blonde friend with a serious face, knowing instantly that Jo feared a negative reaction and wondering what it could be. “Sure, you can tell me anything, Jo, you know that.”

“I’m not so sure you feel the same way about that after I tell you this. It’s really out there, and you might freak out.”

“Look, I promise I won’t freak out. I can’t promise I’ll agree with whatever it is you want to tell me, but whatever it is, you can tell me and I promise I’ll keep it secret and not freak out.”

Jo looked Jill in her dark eyes before realizing she could trust her long time friend even with this nasty piece of information and immediately felt relieved. She couldn’t even imagine how cool it would be if she could even tell Jill about these things; that she could share this with her.

“Okay,” Jo said after sighing nervously, “here goes. I’m… I’ve got kind of… the hots… for my… for my brother…”

You could cut the silence with a knife as Jo tried reading Jill’s face, which seemed unmoved.

After swallowing, Jill said “go on, tell me,” with what seemed like a slightly hoarse voice and proceeded to wet her full, brownish pink, dry lips with her tongue, readying herself for the whole story, which Jo proceeded to tell, from the moment she started having sexual fantasies about Michael, all the way up to and including what happened the day before. Jo told Jill all the sordid details without conveying she was getting herself excited just talking about it, and hoped her 16-year-old friend would not be too turned off with the admission.

Little did Jo know how much the opposite was the case.

***

At several times during Jo’s retelling of her feelings and the events that had occurred, she would pause and wait for a possible indication that Jill had had enough, only to get the go-ahead when Jill would tell her to “go on” with a seemingly unmoved voice. But Jo couldn’t have known just how hot the fire was, that was burning in Jill’s loins as she heard her 17-year-old friend’s dirty tale. Hearing the details and keeping her growing excitement about it secret, Jill felt extremely anxious, the muscles in her secret places constantly clenching and moistening her panties, and her toes curling. It was hard for her not to emit the long, throaty groan that was fighting to get out all the way from the pit of her stomach, and she was at the point of almost letting go at various points during Jo’s retelling of what had transpired the day before in her brother Michael’s bedroom.

The dark, beautiful teenager looked at her long-time friend in a whole new light, far beyond being merely a buddy since the age of 9. She had always found herself being a bit kinkier than what she thought was the norm, but the details of Jo’s story went into positively perverse territory, even for her. But what surprised her a bit was just how good and hot it made her feel, like someone granting her access to previously unknown, untapped but present sexual desires. This was just so damn kinky, but she loved hearing about every second of it. In fractions of seconds, images started flashing through her mind about herself going into this type of sexual territory, a sexual place where no boundaries existed and anything goes, with people who felt likewise.

“So… What do you think?” Jill hear Jo ask, realizing she was finished with her story and looking for a reaction that was kind. “Do you think I’m disgusting?”

Jo looked deeply into Jill’s dark eyes, scanning them for the truth of her feelings about the story she just heard, and thought that she saw a sort of twinkle more than anything else.

“Yes, I do,” Jill finally said after seconds that seemed like minutes, and making Jo’s heart jump in her throat.

“And I like it,” the 16-year-old then suddenly resumed. “I like it a lot.”

Jill’s stone face suddenly turned into a big smile as she said, in typical pop teenage girl fashion: “That was sooo…fucking…HOT. I can’t believe you did that with your brother. He’s such a hunk, and although you’re his sister you actually got to do that? I’m so fucking jealous, Jo. And it’s so nasty, with him being your brother. It’s so fucking kinky and I just can’t stand how much I liked hearing it. I wish I was there watching the two of you.”

Jo heard the words coming from Jill’s mouth and one after the next served to make her feel better and better, until all fear and hesitation had vanished. Jill truly was the friend she hoped she would be; the kind you could even confide in with this powerful a secret.

“God, Jo. I’m looking at you and your brother in whole new ways now. I hadn’t even thought about a brother and sister doing that kind of shit together…” Jill continued enthusiastically before her voice trailed off as her mind starting thinking about her own relatives. Suddenly she saw some of the people in her own family in a whole new light, a light that she desperately wanted to explore.

“Oh shit, Jill,” Jo sighed with a tremor in her voice, “I can’t tell you how relieved I am you feel this way. You really had me there for a moment when you said that you thought I was disgusting, but I can see now you meant it in a good way, if that makes sense.”

“Makes sense to me,” Jill said, referring to Jo’s obvious inclination to the kinkier sort of sex, as well as her own growing interest in it.

“The parts you talked about, where you were leaving your dirty panties for him to use. That’s just so… I don’t know. It’s so filthy, and so hot at the same time. God, it makes me wish I had a brother like that, to tease and to mess with. Sounds like such fun.”

“Jill, I can count on you to keep this completely to yourself, right?”

“On only one condition,” Jill said after thinking a few seconds and from her back to her side to face Jo and look her in the eye. “That you keep telling me every filthy, nasty detail of what you and your bro are up to. I wanna know everything that happens; I don’t care what it is.”

“Well, shit, if that’s all, you’ve got a deal,” Jo said, only more pleased that she was actually asked to confide more of her taboo experiences to her cherished friend.

“That’s so fucking cool. I can’t wait to hear more. Jesus, do you know how wet you made me with that story?” Jill said turning back to lying on her back and absent-mindedly rubbing her hands over her belly toward her lower body.

Like a predator jumping on a prey, Jo noticed an opportunity.

“Really? I made you wet just by talking dirty?”

Jo, on her side and with her head resting on an elbow, instantly felt her cunt quiver, as she suddenly, in her mind, saw her 16-year-old black friend turning into a hot, sexual object, a fitting object to take out her sexual frustrations on, and she was wondering if Jill would go for that as much as she was willing to admit how hot she thought Jo’s story was.

“You have no idea,” Jill said in almost a whisper, not thinking about being watched as her hands reached her crotch of her pants and softly sliding them over it. “I’m just soaking into my panties.”

Jo slowly put her fingers on Jill’s brown arm and trailed her fingertips softly along them.

“You know, Jill, I could take care of that for you, if you’re interested. I’m pretty damn wet myself.”

Jill turned her head to the side, looking at Jo’s face and realizing what she was offering. They stayed this way for almost a minute, with Jo waiting for a response and Jill thinking about what Jo offered really meant, and what it would do for her.

Jill took Jo up on her offer, by sealing it with a kiss.

***

Jill moved closer to her blonde friend and wrapped her outer arm around the 17-year-old’s back, pulling her to her and forcefully pressing her full, brownish pink lips into Jo’s red lips, the pressure instantly releasing oral fluids between them.

For minutes the room was filled with the panting and moaning of two teenage girls, as their lips were everywhere on the other’s mouth, and pink tongues followed.
Their noses scraping along each other’s, and their open mouth enveloping the other’s, any space left was constantly filled with an eager, spit-wet tongue.

It was as if a dam had broken, and released torrents of eager lust that were just waiting to get out and crash over them.
Sucking and slurping noises emanated from their hungry mouths as loads of saliva were swapped eagerly.

Jo and Jill took turns tongue fucking the other’s receptive mouths, and thick slimy strands of spit connected between their lips and tongues like a web whenever their mouths unlocked momentarily.

“Fuck, I feel so hot. I could just eat you all up,” Jo groaned as she looked into her friend’s dark eyes, her cheeks burning, and her hands everywhere they could reach, from Jill’s soft, covered tits to her crotch and her butt, liking the soft feeling of them pushing back against her fingers.

“I want you to,” Jill said back. “I want you to eat me all up. I just want your mouth everywhere. I can’t tell you how fucking hot you’ve made me, Jo. I feel like I just want to be nasty. Please be nasty with me, Jo. Be nasty with me like you want to be nasty with your brother. Show me how you want to be with him.”

“I will. I just like finally being able to feel a body that I can touch and taste. Michael was so mean not allowing me to touch him, and taste him. God, I just feel so sexually frustrated. Finger fucking myself just isn’t enough. I need contact. I need you to give me what I crave, Jill. If only for today, just give me what I need.”

“I’ll give it to you more than just today, if you want,” Jill croaked, her voice crackling with desire. “I think you may have created a monster.”

Jo heard the words and smiled, grabbing Jill’s arse and collecting a mouth full of spit, before wrapping an open mouth around that belonging to her black friend, and drooling it all over Jill’s tongue and down her throat. As Jill added her own oral fluids, white foamy saliva filled the corners of their mouths, dribbling down them and along their cheeks to the mattress. The warm, tasty cocktail of combined spit only heightened their need for total sexual surrender.

Their mouths finally disconnected with a loud wet slurp, and Jo looked at her friend’s face, her brown cheeks and chin wet, slimy and shining in the sunlight that invaded the room.

“I’m gonna suck you so good, Jill. I don’t care even if your parents come home and found us; I’m not stopping until we both got our rocks off.”

“I don’t care if they come barging in either. I’d probably be so far gone I’d grab them, rip their clothes off and suck them off no matter if they’re my parents,” Jill whispered with a deep voice, a flash of three naked ebony bodies writhing on her bed running through her mind.

“Hey!” Jo said loudly as she realized Jill was thinking about something. “Think about other stuff on your own time. Pay attention to the hot arse you got available to you now.”

“Don’t worry, we got lots of time. God, I can’t wait to see you naked and taste you.”

Both girls on their knees on the bed, Jo held her arms up as Jill quickly pulled Jo’s shirt up over them, exposing her friend naked tits. Looking at the 17-year-old’s pink nipples, Jill didn’t waste a second and bent forward, latching her lips onto one of Jo’s stiff buds. Groaning loudly, the black teenager alternated between slathering the blonde’s areola and erect nipple with her outstretched pink tongue and covering it with her saliva, and clamping her wet lips onto them and washing it with spit inside her mouth. The 16-year-old Jill looked up at Jo and into her friend’s eyes as she audibly slurped on her friend’s tit tip, as she squeezed Jo’s other tit and twisted the nipple with a free hand.

“Oh Jesus yessss… Suck ’em, Jill. Suck my fucking nipples. I love your hot, wet mouth on my fucking tits. Put your tongue all over them,” Jo moaned, delighted to finally have a hot, wet mouth on her body and pleasuring a body part that desperately needed pleasuring.

Her hand was on the back of Jill’s head as she arched her back and pulled the teenager’s face tightly to her chest. Feeling the 16-year-old girl’s hot breath wash over her wet tit flesh made her shiver and drove her hornier.

“Mmmmm… Your nipple tastes so good, baby. I love feeling it grow in my mouth and against my tongue. Such nice fucking tits and such hot fucking nipples,” Jill groaned and spat a fat glob of spit onto Jo’s nipple, before licking it out over the blonde’s tit.

It was after Jill had finally given Jo’s other tit the same treatment that Jo wanted to return the favour, and couldn’t wait to feast on a chocolate brown nipple.

Jill pulled her own shirt over her head, and unhooked the black bra she was wearing. Jill had bigger tits than Jo and needed a bra. It was when the bra came off that the beautiful large areolas and big rubbery black nipples made Jo’s mouth water.

Jill looked at Jo looking at her tits and felt goose bumps cover her body. She had never been naked in front of her friend for sexual reasons, and feeling Jo’s eyes stare at her jugs made her cunt twitch. She grabbed her own brown tits and squeezed them tight, making her tit meat bulge between her fingers, before releasing her melons to jiggle on her chest. She then – as she continued watching Jo watching her – took a black bud of each tit between thumb and index finger and twisted them, and pulled them forward to make her tits cone shaped before letting the nipples go so her tits bounced back into their natural shape.

“Suck them, Jo,” Jill gasped impatiently. “Please suck on my fucking hot tits. Suck on my fucking black tits. Slurp my fat fucking nipples into your mouth and cover them with your nasty spit. CHRIST, I’m so fucking horny right now. “

Jo responded by bending forward and doing exactly that.

As Jill held Jo by the back of the head, Jo held a tit in her hand and spat a fat glob of saliva on the dark areola, before slurping it into her hungry mouth.

“Fuck yeah. Spit on them and suck them, Jo. Spit on my fucking nipples and suck my tit. Cover my hot tits with your hot saliva. God, your mouth is so hot on me.”

As lewd slurping noises filled the room, Jo feasted on her friend’s black tits, sucking on the fat nipple and washing it in her oral liquids. Her tongue snaked and curled around the thick black bud and pushed it into Jill’s tit flesh with the tip of her tongue.
Jill bent her head down, and for a minute Jill and Jo simultaneously lapped and slobbered all over Jill’s dark brown nipple. The girls didn’t pass up an opportunity to lap at each other’s tongues as they happened to touch, exchanging yet more oral fluids…

It was at least 15 minutes that Jo spent on sucking her teenage friend’s tits before she finished and the girls started Frenching wetly again.

“I want your cunt,” Jo said as she panted lustfully into Jill’s mouth after another slurping wet kiss. “I want to taste your fucking cunt. I want to eat you out, slide my tongue deep up your hot snatch. FUCK. Words can’t even describe how much I want to mouth your goddamn cunt. Right now I feel like I want the taste of your snatch in my mouth for the rest of the day.”

“I can’t wait,” Jill said with raspy voice and quick breath as she eagerly unbuckled her pants. “I can’t wait to have your mouth on my fucking hole. God, I want your face on my cunt so much. I want you to suck me out, right until I cum in your fucking mouth.”

Jo grabbed Jill’s pants at the hips, swiftly pulling them off the black girl’s hips and down her legs, until the girl sat naked in just her black thong panties. Jo put her hand on Jill’s chest and pushed back to make the girl lay back on the bed, and pushed her knees apart.

The blonde 17-year-old looked at her friend’s crotch, seeing it bulge against the crotch of her thong panties, and seeing a bit of black hair stick from the sides. She bent forward, buried her face in the soft panty-clad mound, and inhaled the delicious cunt fumes of her friend into her lungs.

“Yeah. Smell it. Smell my fucking cunt, Jo. I love the way you smell my cunt like that,” Jill grunted in sexual bliss at the soft, warm face pushing into her buttery mound.

As Jo finally retracted her cunt humid face from Jill’s crotch, she simultaneously grabbed the black undergarment at the waistband and pulled it down along the black girl’s legs, until the 16-year-old finally lay totally naked on the bed.

Jill immediately spread her legs wide and raised her knees up to her chest, exposing and opening her crotch up to Jo’s gaze.

Jill’s cunt was covered with a triangle of pitch black, thick hair that ran around her fat labia and into the dark crack of her arse, some of it even surrounding Jill’s black shit hole.

As Jill started playing with her stiff, wet nipples, she looked at Jo with glazed eyes and wailed: “Do it, Jo. Please do it. Bury your face in my cunt and suck me. Eat me the fuck out, baby.”

Jo dove forward, her face landing square in Jill’s sodden twat. The cunt grease covered her face from cheek to cheek and from chin to nose as she twisted her face around in the ebony teen’s snatch, trying to get Jill’s warm, slimy cunt sauce all over her face. With her nose pushing into Jill’s thick bush, Jo started slurping loudly on her fat clit. Jill humped her crotch up and down and ground her arse on the bed, squealing loudly as her nubbin was sucked and licked by her childhood friend. She felt her cleft leak and its syrup run into her arse cleft.

Jo brought Jill on the brink time and time again, only to release the clit from her mouth just in time to make the impending orgasm subside.

“Oh shit, you’re teasing me. Don’t fucking tease me, Jo, Just suck me off. Just suck my fat clit in your fucking mouth and make me cum in your mouth.”

“No, not yet. We’re gonna cum together later. We have lots more to do.”

Jill accepted that her orgasm would have to wait, and just enjoyed feeling Jo’s mouth and tongue on her cunt.

“Oh suck it, you hot bitch. Suck my black cunt. Suck that fat fucking clit in your mouth. Spit all over it. Fuckkkk… Cover my fat fucking clit with your spit. Cover my whole cunt with your spit. My whole, nasty cunt.”

Jo slurped and Jill wailed and spat profanity the likes of which had never before come from her mouth, overcome as she was with lust and pleasure.

“Let’s do each other at the same time,” Jo finally said, her chin dripping with Jill’s snatch juice, and wanting her own twat munched on. So as Jill puffed out and watched, Jo quickly removed her jeans and her thong panties, exposing her furred cunt to Jill’s watchful eyes. The black teenage looked at her friend’s hairy cunt and her mouth started watering instantly; she couldn’t wait to get her tongue inside that sodden swamp.

“Suck my cunt while I suck yours,” she said as she swiftly moved up to Jill and flung her long leg over Jill’s head to lie on top of her in a 69 position.

As Jo didn’t waste a second fusing her face to Jill’s soaking wet quim, she hovered her wet, fragrant cunt over Jill’s face, giving her an opportunity to admire it before anything else.
The 17-year-old blonde felt deliciously naughty with her naked, dripping cunt so closely over her childhood friend’s face, ready to be feasted on whenever Jill decided she wanted to. She could feel Jill’s hot breath wash over her cunt and against the humid crack of her arse.

She felt Jill’s soft arms around her thighs, and her cool fingertips pressing into her labia, pulling it open. As the tart, slippery juices of Jill’s pussy slid down her throat, she could feel Jill shove her nose into her wet cleft and deeply inhale the odours coming from inside her cunt. Realizing that the 16-year-old was filling her lungs with her pussy perfume made her cunt and arse twitch with delight.

“Do you like the way my cunt smells, Jill?” Jo asked as she moved her mouth from Jill’s sloppy trench, threads of cunt sauce connecting her lips with Jill’s inner labia.

“I fucking LOVE it,” Jill gasped, underlining the word ‘love’ with the volume of her voice. “Your fucking cunt smells hotter than anything I’ve ever smelled.”

“It probably tastes even better,” Jo grinned, egging Jill on to start putting her mouth to her hot, hungry snatch. And as the leggy 17-year-old returned her mouth to Jill’s fuck trench, she could feel Jill’s tongue suddenly sink into the depths of her fuck channel.

Obscene sucking and slurping noises, underlined with teenage groans and grunts, filled the room for minutes as knotted clits were sucked into mouths and tongues were drilled into cunt holes. Jo’s mouth was buried in a pink slit framed by a large black bush, and Jill’s pink tongue slid again and again up into Jo’s leaking cunt. As the 16-year-old was kneading the 17-year-old’s buttocks, she continually slurped the twat oils into her mouth as they slowly dribbled from Jo’s pink, quivering cleft.

The room stank of cunt and the sight would be obscene to any inhibited individual, with two girls lying on top of each other in position 69, slurping loudly and lewdly from cunt gashes and both of their faces wet, slimy and shining in the sunlight from the snatch oils.

It seemed sudden, but it was predictable, that their arseholes would become part of their torrid lesbian session. And it happened when Jo just couldn’t resist touching that black, wrinkled anus flesh with her fingers. Jo loved the way it looked. Rather than small and innocent looking, Jill’s anus was wrinkled and looked large, the pucker at least an inch in diameter. It looked delicious and succulent, and like it would have no problem allowing entrance to a thick dick. The rough but soft skin gave way under her prodding fingers, and she liked the nastiness of it: putting her fingers on her friend’s arsehole.

“Oh God yesss,” Jill squealed huskily. “Touch my arsehole, Jo. Play with my anus like that. I love the feeling of it.”

“Mmmm… You like that?” Jo responded rhetorically, “You like it when I put my fingers on that dirty hole, Jill? You like it when I play with your shit hole?”

Jill heard the obscene words come from Jo’s mouth, and hearing her refer to her back hole as ‘filthy’ and making the obvious connection to its primary function was strangely, but intensely arousing to her. It was ‘nasty’, and right now she liked anything ‘nasty’.

“Fuck yeah. Play with my filthy fucking hole, Jo. Play with my shit hole. That’s so nasty, I fucking love it.”

“Then you do me too. Play with my shitter too. Put your brown fingers on my fucking filthy crapper, Jill. Touch my dirt hole. Get my stink on your fingers.”

Their tongues returned to each other’s cunts, but their eyes were now fixated constantly on the other’s arseholes and their fingers rubbed each other’s anuses. Jo felt delicious feeling her friend’s fingers touch her on that intimate hole, feeling the fingertips slide and rub over her sensitive pucker.

As she rotated her butt above Jill’s head, she brought her fingers to her nose and deeply inhaled the scent of Jill’s rectum. Turned on even more than she had been, she used her arms to hold back Jill’s legs and pushed her face into the crack of the black girl’s arse, planting her nose square on the black, meaty shitter of the 16-year-old teen, and loudly started sniffing Jill’s arsehole. Again and again she filled her lungs with the butt stink of her friend, enjoying the odour tremendously and getting herself ready for even more perverse anal play.

Jill felt a shiver wrack through her body, and she curled her toes inward as she felt the air-sucking nose pushed tightly against her sphincter, audibly and nastily inhaling the stink of her shit hole. The perversity of it made her crotch muscles clench, and her anus contracted against Jo’s greedy nose.

“Oh motherfucker, that’s so nasty,” Jill squeaked, wrapping her legs around Jo’s back and using them to pull the blonde’s body tightly against hers. “Jesus fuck, smell it, Jo. Smell my nasty fucking shit hole. Smell my arse. God, it’s so filthy.”

“Mmmm, not as filthy as this,” Jo panted after pulling her nose from Jill’s twitching shitter, after which she spat on the large, wrinkled star and started licking Jill’s arsehole like an ice cream cone.

“OH FUCK YEAHHH…” Jill screamed feeling her friend’s soft, wet tongue lick over her anus again and again. She felt Jo’s saliva run down the crack of her arse to the bed, and the blonde’s hot breath felt great as it spread over her wet pucker and humid crack. She could even feel the vibrations of Jo’s voice as the 17-year-old groaned against her butt hole while she licked roughly at it.

Jo felt the soft, uneven surface of her friend’s anus under her tongue as she swiped it over it, and both the notion of what she was doing as well as the slightly bitter taste of Jill’s arsehole made her mouth fill up with spit, most of which ended up on the girl’s smelly hole and the insides of her brown buttocks. She had never tasted an arsehole before – only indirectly – and she revelled in dragging the flat of her spit-dripping tongue over Jill’s pulsating bung. Small hairs around Jill’s anus tickled her tongue and Jo momentarily thought about it. ‘Jill’s crack hair was tickling her tongue!’ and her cunt involuntarily spasm’d.

“Taste me too, Jill,” Jo pleaded as her face momentarily came from Jill’s fragrant arse cleft. Please lick me between my fucking arse cheeks, baby. Put your tongue on my fucking shit hole and taste me there too. Be fucking nasty with me. Let’s eat each other’s asses at the same time. I swear you’ll love it.”

Jill needed no further encouragement. She was bound to put her mouth on Jo’s hind hole anyway, but hearing her 17-year-old friend plead only solidified her decision to plant her mouth on that tasty looking, darkly skinned anus.

Jo knew Jill would be into it, as she felt the girl underneath her pull her buttocks wide open, stretching out the humid crack of her arse, and spitting a big wad of saliva against her hungry pucker. The notion of having her friend’s warm spit on her shit hole made her contract her cunt and arse muscles, and right in front of Jill’s eyes Jo’s arsehole tightened into a bulging brown ring, pulling the muscles together into a swollen pucker. Jo could feel Jill’s saliva drip down the crack of her arse toward her cunt, and then she could feel Jill’s tongue starting at the area between her cunt and her arsehole, licking upward until she finally felt it squirming over her anal orifice. Like a snake it slithered over her rim, lathering it further with saliva, and poking its tip softly into the centre. Jo realized her friend could taste her arsehole now.

“Fuck, yeah. That’s so nasty, Jill. Do you like the taste of my arse?”

“Uhh huhh…” Jill hummed affirmatively with open mouth as her pink tongue lapped across Jo’s stink hole again and again.

For minutes the girls kept at it, hungrily eating each other’s asses out while playing with the other’s cunt at the same time, keeping the vaginal stimulation up at the same time. The teenagers tasted each other’s shit holes until the taste was in their mouths.
They would dig the tips of their tongue as deep as they would go into the soft, rubbery tissue of the anus before them, and drill deep into the other’s arse caverns with their tongue. They would feel the other clenching her anal muscles around their tongue and expelling their tongue back out with a plop and leaving their anal gravy on it. Excess saliva made it easier and easier to insert their tongues back into the other’s shit chute, and at a certain point both girls were tongue fucking the other’s dirt hole quickly and roughly, their tongues making squelching sounds as they penetrated deeply into puckers slippery with spit. The panting that they did made the whole thing sound hot and perverted even without the image of anally tongue fucking teenage girls.

Jo was getting beside herself with ever increasing depraved lust and used her own spit as a lubricant, to slowly slide her middle finger into Jill’s arsehole.

“OH FUCK, YEAH. Fuck my shit hole with your finger, Jo. Wank my butt. Wank my nasty fucking arse. Finger me where I shit,” Jill spat out following Jo in her sexual extremism, and Jo did precisely that.

Watching closely, Jo slowly but determinedly slid her finger into Jill’s tightly clenching anal cave, seeing and feeling it slide deeper inside the tightly squeezing rim of Jill’s anus until the entire digit was up the 16-year-old’s arse. The hot blonde started licking through the dark, slimy folds of Jill’s cunt and she watched her own finger pumping her friend’s crapper.

Jill was still munching on Jo’s butt hole but would soon follow Jo’s example and a brown middle finger soon found its way completely buried up the blonde’s turd pipe.
It was the latest of mutual, similar stimulations as the sexually limitless teens were now simultaneously licking and sucking cunt as they wanked each other’s crap holes.
Fingers swiftly slid in and out of tight arseholes and the sounds of hands slapping against arse cheeks echoed through the fragrant room.

It was when Jo cheekily added a second brown finger to Jill’s arsehole that Jill’s could no longer hold back. Helped by Jo’s sucking mouth on her swollen clit, Jill tightly gripped Jo’s two fingers as they sawed in and out of her black shit hole and a thunderous orgasm wracked through her sweaty, brown body.

“OH JESUS FUCKKK… I’M CUMMIIIINNNGGG… SUCK MY CUNT… WANK MY SHIT HOLE… I’M CUMMING IN YOUR FUCKING MOUTH…” Jill screamed.

A warmth washed over her crotch and she actually squirted a clear liquid from her cunt as Jo’s tried keeping her slurping mouth on Jill’s sensitive clit and stopped moving her two deeply embedded fingers.

Jill gritted her teeth and had a painful looking grimace on her face that was in actuality a grimace of pure bliss as she rode her orgasm to its conclusion.
Jo meanwhile kept her mouth and fingers in place and part of her hoped Jill would continue and do for her what she was doing for Jill, but after Jill’s orgasm subsided, she found out she had nothing to worry about as Jill slowly returned to eating out Jo’s cunt and wanking her friend’s arsehole at the same time.

After a slow restart by Jill following her climax, the pace picked up again and soon she was giving Jo the pleasure she was craving again, drawing Jo’s orgasm nearer with her sucking mouth and frigging fingers.

Jill, egging Jo on to help her reach her own orgasm, started talking filthily to her blonde friend as she used one hand to finger fuck Jo’s butt while using the other to finger fuck her cunt.

“Oh shit, that’s it baby. Squeeze that nasty shit hole around my fingers. Squeeze your cunt too. You’ve got such a nasty cunt and arse for me to fuck. I’m not gonna wash my hands all day. I’m gonna keep your cunt juice and your arse juice on my fingers all day so I can smell your holes on them even after you’ve gone home. I bet you wish right now your brother was doing this. That it was Michael stuffing his fingers up your cunt and shit hole, and wanking your filthy holes. You do, don’t you? You really want your own brother to wank your filthy holes, don’t you? You want to feel your own brother’s fingers up your cunt and deep in your nasty arse. I bet you want him to taste them too. To have him taste your cunt and suck those slippery juices into his mouth and slide them down his throat. To have him tongue-fuck your butt really deep and hard? God, that’s so fucking nasty. Wanting your own brother to shove his tongue up the hole you shit from. Tasting your arse juices. Sucking them into his mouth and filling his whole mouth up with the taste of them.”

As Jo’s needy, hot holes were prodded wildly by her 16-year-old friend, Jill’s words brought her over the edge. The girl had learned the power of dirty talking swiftly and was talking like a pro now, driving Jo wild with merely words that managed to conjure up depraved images in her mind.

Feeling her cunt and arse burn deliciously as they were furiously wanked by her friend, Jo was near the edge. Abandoning any restraints she had left at that point, she slid her fingers from Jill’s anus, seeing them come out streaked with yellowish anal gravy, and with a needy rumble from the pit of her throat, she slid the greasy digits into her mouth and sucker her ebony friend’s butt sauce from them. Her mouth filling up with the deliciously nasty taste of Jill’s arse oils, she let go and came… HARD.

“OH CHRIST. I’M CUMMING. HOLY JESUS. I’M CUMMING SO FUCKING HARD.”

The rest that came out of Jo’s mouth was merely unintelligible wailing as she came on Jill’s pumping fingers, her cunt and arsehole clenching around her friend’s brown, slippery fingers like vices and keeping them trapped up the hot velvet canals. The caverns in her snatch and her butt seemed to be milking Jill’s fingers, trying to suck them further inside. Jo had her face on Jill’s drenched, slimy mound and squealed a high pitch in orgasm from the first time she had actual physical, sexual contact with someone ever since she found herself to be interested in her own brother.

When Jo had finally descended from her orgasmic high, the two girls just lay silent and panting for a few minutes, still in the same position, allowing themselves to catch their breaths as they became aware of just how much the room stank of cunt and a bit of arse as well.

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“So I don’t know what to do next,” Jo said to Jill a half hour after Jo had cum, and gotten dressed. “I want him so fucking bad, but he won’t let me touch him. I really enjoy being able to wank in front of him, but I don’t know how long I can settle for that, especially now that the cat’s out of the bag between him and me.”

Jo looked at Jill, who was lying across from her on the bed.

“At the very least, I’d like to know what he tastes like, you know? Taste his prick, drink his spunk. Fresh spunk, that is. Not the stains from his undies.”

“What would you say…” Jill responded, looking in Jo’s eyes, “if I said I may know of a way for you to get his fresh jizz in your mouth?”

“What do you mean?”

“So, he doesn’t want to touch you, right? He doesn’t want to break that barrier between the two of you as a brother and sister where you would be actively committing incest?”

“That’s about it, yes.”

“Well, here is what I was thinking. Since I think he’s such a hunk myself, I’d like to know if he’d be willing to fuck me. God knows I need a cock now, and now that we’re discussing your brother, I was thinking about HIS cock. So how about if I can get your brother to fuck me, over at your house, then have him shoot his load up my cunt. And afterward, I could come to you and you can suck his spunk fresh from my pussy?
He wouldn’t be in any physical contact with you, and you’d get to taste his load anyway. And there would basically be nothing he could do about it, except maybe to physically drag me off of your face.”

Jill grinned, and Jo was amazed at the scheme her friend had managed to hatch. It sounded like something that might just work, and it sounded like at least it would be better than sucking another pair of his boxers clean. She wondered if she would end up feeling jealous if and when Jill managed to fuck Michael, but the reward would be worth it.

“Mmmm… You get to fuck my brother, and I get to drink his spunk. Although I’d like to have his ball juice in my mouth, it seems to me you’d be getting the better end of the deal,” Jo said, trying to sound unsatisfied with the proposal.

But Jill knew Jo felt differently, saying: “better than both of us not getting any part of the deal, honey. Take it or leave it. It’s not as if I’d actually enjoy fucking that gorgeous hunk you have for a brother, and then letting you suck my cunt afterwards. It’d be dirty job, but someone has to do it.”

Jo snorted, not being able to hold in her laugh and both girls started giggling, and Jo felt wonderfully relieved once again at being able to confide in Jill with her secret. As it turns out, the girl might actually help her out taking the next step with her brother.

Even if they were only small steps.

To be continued…

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The second part of the ECW: First Cum Match.

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By the amount of positive ratings on the last one, I have decided to upload the second part of the ECW: First Cum Match. Remember, there will be more chapters to this story so give it a chance.
I hope you will enjoy it, here’s the second part.

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“GET OFF ME KELLY! QUIT IT! STOP YOU FUCKING SLUT! GET OFF ME! GET YOUR TONGUE OUT MY ASS!” Layla screams, crawling across the ring mat like a solider crawling under barbed wire while the crowd all roar stunned that Kelly is tonging Layla’s big ass.

Kelly ignores Layla, placing both hands on her ass, squeezing her fleshy cheeks with Layla trying to crawl to the edge of the ring. Desperately, Layla pulls herself under the bottom rope forcing Kelly off her as she falls to the arena floor. Layla is flustered and angry, she gets up, yanking her bikini back up to cover her ass, pissed off at being so easily stripped. Kelly kneels close to the bottom rope, licking her lips in a tasty treat way to annoy Layla more.

“Fuck you, you dirty little whore!” Layla screams, pacing around ringside totally lost and out of control with confusion at Kelly being dirtier than anyone ever dreamed she could be.

Referee Brooke wanders around to a fuming Layla telling her to get back in the ring but this just pisses Layla off more.

“Fuck you too! You’re just as bad and as slutty as her, you rubbed your big naked ass in my face!” Layla roars as Brooke backs away a little telling Layla she is sorry.

Brooke knows that maybe a future job with WWE is on the line if she doesn’t call this match right and fair so she begs Layla for forgiveness after giving her the stinkface but her apology is drowned out by Layla screaming about the illegal moves Kelly is using.

“Layla, it’s a first cum match, Kelly is more than allowed to shove her tongue into your ass if it stimulates you enough to orgasm.” Brooke says, looking worried as Layla is flipping out.

“Stimulate me? Stimulate me?! Your such a dirty bitch! Who could get turned on with some slut’s tongue in her ass?!” Layla screams, her face starting to glow red in rage.

As the argument intensifies on the outside, Kelly takes her chance waving to the crowd before sliding out of the ring on the other side of Layla and the ref. She sneaks up on a yelling Layla, rushing at her, slamming Layla hard in the back knocking her forward right into Brooke. Both girls fall to the ground, Layla on top of a bumped Brooke and before either knows about the suggestive position they have fallen into, Kelly jumps onto Layla. Kelly pretends to be a cowgirl riding a bikini clad Layla like a bucking bronco making the cocks of every guy around her stiffen instantly. Kelly rides on top long enough for the fans to get some sexy snaps of all three former Extreme Expose members on top of each other before she gets off, dragging Layla with her. Kelly has Layla by her long dark hair, pushing her shoulder first into the metal ring post. A grunt of pain comes from Layla, sinking to her knees, rubbing her shoulder before Kelly has her up by the hair again. The sexy blonde is in complete control of this First Cum match, whipping a hurt Layla right into the announce table. Layla moans in pain again as her barely dressed body crashes into the wooden table. Kelly scoops Layla up once more this time rolling Layla on top of the announce table. The crowd is buzzing wondering what Kelly has in mind with a bikini clad Layla lying on the table. Kelly crawls on top of Layla making it look like a softcore porn scene taking place on top of the announce table.

“MMMMMM baby I’m gonna make you cum.” Kelly groans, showing off her own youthful sexual energy more than anyone has ever seen before from the girl next door looking blonde.

Layla groans, opening her eyes as Kelly’s hand slides down her belly and onto her bikini covered pussy. Kelly’s hand wraps around Layla’s crotch again, squeezing hard and for what seems like the 10th time tonight Layla’s moan is combined frustration and shock at Kelly acting this slutty with her. Kelly’s palm pushes down fast rubbing across Layla’s pussy with the ex-dancer trapped underneath her as Layla wriggles around moaning attempting to push Kelly off her.

“Don’t fight it you little slut,” Kelly grins, pressing her hand harder into Layla’s crotch, “Always knew you were a big assed sub bitch Layla.”

Screaming at Kelly’s mocking words and the skill of her pussy rubbing hand, Layla lifts her head up. Her forehead catches Kelly right on her chin, head-butting her away. Kelly falls off the announce table landing hard right onto the floor and is now moaning in pain rubbing her bare back. Layla quickly tries to gain the advantage by spinning round on the table booting Kelly hard in the head. The side of Layla’s leather boot catches Kelly’s head sending the pink bikini wearing Diva rolling across the arena floor holding her head in agony as her skull was nearly snap kicked right off her shoulders. Brooke is just getting up rubbing her hip having fallen hard on the floor but she sees Kelly down so walks over to see if she is alright. Layla jumps off the table, smarting herself out then walks towards Kelly but the blonde has recovered ready for Layla. Kelly leans back lifting her legs up planting them into Brooke’s chest as the sexy referee leans over her to check on her condition. Her bare feet push Brooke hard in the chest sending the ref flying backwards running right into Layla’s path. Brooke screams as she is violently shoved towards Layla who ducks in time making Brooke’s sore hip bounce hard off the announce table. Brooke hits the floor moaning and rubbing her sore hip though her tiny kid sized shorts eyes closed in pain as she hit the side of the table really hard.

Kelly uses the distraction of Layla avoiding Brooke to get back up, charging forward and spear tackling Layla right back up onto the announce table, Kelly again tries to gain the dominating position as Layla struggles beneath her fighting to break loose. She gets a hand up, raking Kelly’s eyes blinding the blonde allowing Layla to grab a handful of Kelly’s hair pulling it down. Kelly’s skull smashes into the hard wooden table knocking her loopy so Layla can easily push Kelly off her and the table. Now its Kelly’s turn to land right on top of Brooke who is still lying in distress next to the table. Both former Expose members grunt in pain as Kelly splashes right on top of Brooke, crushing the slightly hurt referee. Standing up on the table, Layla gets the loud cheers from the crowd but it’s only until Layla looks round seeing her bikini has been pulled up her crack leaving half her butt cheeks hanging out does she understand why the fans are cheering her. She fixes her bikini back into place, scowling at the dirty perverted fans while Kelly and Brooke are slowly helping each other up but Brooke suddenly shoves Kelly away.

“What the hell Kelly?!” Brooke says with anger, “You tried to push me into Layla! I’m the referee of this match, you can’t do that to me.”

“Oh please, your just the guest here Brooke, you have no power.” Kelly says stunned by her former friend’s harsh words.

“Really? Just a guest? I’d still be here if some bitch Diva didn’t sell me out to management! Hell, I think it was you!” Brooke snips back the two attractive ex models, now standing nose to nose.

“Oh yeah? Why would I rat you out? It’s not like you’re a threat to me!” Kelly says, with a forced anger laugh.

“Good, I don’t wanna be in your league. I don’t fancy being second place to you in the league of sluts!” Brooke snaps back getting a loud ooh from the nearby fans who can hear the bitchy insults these two hot Divas are throwing at each other.

“I’m a slut? Really Brooke? Who tried to get into John Cena’s pants first time you met him?” Kelly asks glaring at Brooke whose tanned cheeks flush slightly.

“At least I went to the top Kelly while you slept with every fucking loser on ECW,” Brooke snaps back, “I mean Punk I understand but Balls? Hell bet you did Sandman and all those other old broken down freaks!”

“At least I knew their fucking names when I joined the company,” Kelly yells getting visible angry at the guest referee, “And I didn’t sleep with all the losers on ECW cause I never slept with you!”

Brooke growls, lifting her arm back in anger when suddenly from out of nowhere Layla jumps off the announce table clotheslining Kelly hard. Brooke softly moans in anger as she knows she got involved in the match yet again, now both Divas have got issues with her. She decides to back away and let the match carry on, hoping that she will not be needed again. Layla gets up quickly, yanking a dazed Kelly off the thinly padded floor and pushes her hard into the guard rail. Kelly’s bikini clad body hits the rail hard so she moans in pain with Layla suddenly feeling in control for the first time in the match. Brooke the ref is no longer on her back and she is no longer underestimating the wrestling or the lesbian slut ability of Kelly Kelly. Picking her up, Layla has a smile on her face lifting Kelly’s skinny body in the air then drops her ribs first onto the top of the barricade. Another loud grunt of pain comes from Kelly as she slides off the barrier holding her stomach in pain.

She drops to the ground cradling her mid-section but Layla doesn’t waste a second so she scoops Kelly back up, this time slamming her back first into the guard rail once again. Kelly groans leaning back into the guard rail as she was just bodily thrown by the much stronger Layla right into the metal padded guard rail once more. Layla examines Kelly’s leaning body before she hits a hard knife edge chop making the crowd woo as Kelly screams. Layla chops hit Kelly’s C cup tits again making them shake inside Kelly’s string bikini top, stinging pain shooting though the blonde’s body. Another chop to the chest then Layla changes direction with a hard punch to the already weakened stomach of Kelly. As the blonde doubles over in pain, Layla hits another chop then a hard slap to the face. Kelly is dazed, confused and in real trouble as Layla has her backed against the guard rail teeing off on her defenceless body. Layla throws different mixes of combos at Kelly’s propped up body, mixing hard chops to the chest with punches to the ribs. She even throws in a few knee lifts into Kelly’s ribs too, battering the poor blonde back into the security wall as the fans boo Layla for beating on sweet and sexy Kelly.

“Take that you filthy fucking slut!” Layla spits her posh British accent, giving another hard slap to Kelly’s cheek followed with another belly punch.

Layla slaps Kelly once more then follows up with another hard chop making Kelly’s knees give out only the guard rail keeping her up. Another couple of belly punches with a double face slap, both hands to both cheeks bringing a cry from Kelly as the loud double slap echoes around the arena making her cheeks sting. Kelly Kelly is being battered and she doesn’t seem to have any answer to Layla’s onslaught. She tries to put her hands up to protect her face but all that seems to do is help expose other parts of her body for Layla’s assault. Layla moves forward, driving her knee right up in between Kelly’s legs into the young Diva’s pussy making Kelly cry out in pain. She drops off the barricade to her knees with her hands covering her bikini covered pussy for protection. Rubbing the pained area, Kelly looks up at Layla who jumps up slamming a hard forearm right into Kelly’s forehead. Kelly is now flat out on the arena floor and the fans boo Layla who has taken control of this First Cum match.

She looks over at Brooke, waving cockily at the sexily dressed referee who is politely asking Layla to move the match back in the ring. Layla laughs at seeing Brooke scared trying to use manners she doesn’t have as the big assed former bikini model seems to have worked out if she pisses all the Divas off she won’t get her job back. Leaning down, Layla gets a big handful of Kelly’s blonde hair pulling her to her feet making her scream from the pain in her scalp. She wraps Kelly’s head around her arm then lifts the blonde up for a quick snap suplex. Kelly screams out as her back splats down hard against the thinly padded floor from a perfect snapping suplex motion. The poor bikini clad girl is groaning in pain as Layla kicks her in the face forcing her to roll onto her back. Layla then presses her thick leather boot down right on the back of Kelly’s head. More screaming comes from Kelly as Layla is trying to crush her head into the floor and Brooke is far too scared of Layla to step forward and restore order. Layla drops down slamming all her weight onto Kelly’s bare back pushing hard with her leather clad boot trying to imprint Kelly’s face into the mat.

Layla gets off Kelly, standing directly over her grinning, “If you like my ass so much babe then maybe I should give it to you.” She says, dropping down with all her weight, big ass slamming down onto Kelly’s back.

This brings a great grunt from Kelly as Layla is sitting on her tanned body, crushing her back under the weight of Layla. Leaning forward, Layla grabs one of Kelly’s legs, bending it back almost like she is trying for a submission. Once Kelly’s bendy leg is pulled backwards right up to Layla, the evil Diva rests her hand on the sole of Kelly’s foot. Fans are shocked as Layla starts to tickle Kelly’s foot but are even more surprised when the blonde screams loudly. From their days in Extreme Expose, Layla knows how ticklish Kelly is with her feet, being the most sensitive area. She is now using that information to her advantage as she traces her fingers across the bare sole of Kelly’s foot. The blonde is screaming and twisting underneath Layla, her face glowing red as she gasps for breath. Her sounds of pained laughter fills the arena as Layla is tickling her foot hard, pulling Kelly’s leg back like a half Boston crab. She is still sitting on Kelly’s back, pinning her down as she plays and tickles Kelly’s exposed vulnerable foot. Tears leak from her eyes and the ex-model’s perfect make up is being ruined as she yells like a banshee at having her delicate feet tickled.

Layla presses her fingers down harder really scratching the surface of Kelly’s cute foot and getting louder yells from the trapped blonde. Screaming like crazy, Kelly starts tapping her hand on the floor yelling the words I quit as loud as her high pitched wailing tones can manage as Layla tickle attacks her foot. Brooke is deeply confused sliding out of the ring moving towards Layla telling her to stop. Hearing the tapping and the vocal submissions, Layla glares at the sexily dressed official almost demanding that she counts it. Shaking her head no, Brooke reminds Layla that it’s a First Cum match and only an orgasm will end the contest. Pissed off, Layla drops Kelly’s leg letting the blonde stop her forced giggling and hard breathing trying to stop her lungs from bursting. Layla stands up, grabbing the front of Brooke’s tiny top pushing her backwards making Brooke stumble to the ground. Not even turning round to see if Brooke would retaliate, Layla turns her attention back to the pretty Diva in the cute pink bikini. Kelly is curled up in a ball holding her sensitive foot in one hand but a big kick by Layla to her exposed mid-section rolls Kelly back onto her front. Lifting her boot again Layla cruelly brings it down right onto Kelly’s pussy from behind, bringing the loudest groan of pain of the night from Kelly. Squirming around on the arena floor, Kelly cups her most private area, barely protected by the fabric of her bikini now stinging with the feeling of Layla’s boot sole.

Layla can’t help but laugh watching Kelly grunt in pain, her face a mask of pure agony as Layla stomps down hard on her pussy once again. She kicks Kelly over to her back one more time stomping that thick leather boot down across Kelly’s crotch hopefully crushing the blonde’s young sweet pussy. Layla has seen Kelly’s pussy far too many times for her own liking as the blonde was always dancing around their locker room naked. The impact is sick and Kelly’s screams match any cry of pain heard in ECW as Layla’s boot digs onto her soft pussy. Layla watches as Kelly again curls into a ball like a frightened animal trying to protect herself. Grabbing Kelly’s legs, Layla pulls the hurt Diva over onto her back, spreading her legs one more time. Kelly tries to keep her hands over her pussy to protect it but Layla kicks her hands away then presses the sole of her boot down onto Kelly’s pussy. It is pain Kelly has never felt before as Layla grinds her boot into her pussy like she is stamping out a cigarette. Kelly can do little but yell out in pain as Layla grinds harder really pressing the sole of her leather boot down onto Kelly’s barely covered pussy. She is torturing her most private area then out of nowhere Brooke is back wrapping her arms around Layla’s mid-section pulling her away from Kelly.

“What the fuck are you doing you dumb slut?!” Layla screams, clenching her fist looking wild and enraged.

“I’m the official referee in this match Layla, get Kelly back in the ring or I will cancel the match awarding the win to Kelly,” Brooke says dominatingly, “And if you even think of striking me I will go to the GM and make sure you are suspended.”

Layla growls under her breath at the referee, a former friend of hers now dressed like stripper, is ordering her around. Brooke is happy, she finally thought of a way to control Layla, taking all thoughts of physical vengeance out of her mind. Layla puts her hands down, keeping eye contact on Brooke while walking back over to a hurting Kelly. Brooke rolls back into the ring happy she regained her authority on this match up showing Layla who is boss. Layla grabs Kelly’s long blonde hair pulling her back to her unsteady feet with the blonde still bent over, holding her sore pussy only for Layla to push her forward sending Kelly crashing head first into the floor. Layla yanks Kelly up again this time rolling the hurt blonde back into the ring glaring at Brooke who has been yelling at her to do this for some time. Layla follows into the ring after Kelly then starts kicking away the blonde rolling her across the ring mat. Kelly grunts in pain as her weakened body is kicked across the canvas sending her rolling towards the corner. Sitting up resting against the bottom turnbuckle, Kelly tries to catch her breath but Layla is quick to take advantage of this. She leans forward pushing her boot forward getting the sole right under Kelly’s chin into her throat. Layla leans forward with all her weight pressing Kelly into the corner, her boot cutting off Kelly’s air supply. Kelly is being choked, fighting for breath as Layla’s boot chokes her. Her bare feet slap against the mat as she struggles from side to side trying to save herself but once again Brooke is too her rescue pulling Layla away from her.

“WHAT NOW?!” Layla yells, frustrated with an official that has already rubbed her near bare ass into her face.

“No choking. In fact your boots are illegal weapons, take them off.” Brooke orders.

“You want me to strip?” Layla questions looking stunned at this bossy guest ref.

“No. Keep your bikini on, just your boots. They are weapons, you are clearly bending the rules to your advantage so I want them off.” Brooke says again firmly.

Layla shakes her head, “I thought this was no DQ match.” she complains wanting to hit Brooke but not wanting to lose this chance to defeat Kelly by having the match thrown out as Brooke threatened.

“It is but you abused the rules using boots as weapons so it stops now, I’m only sticking to the laws.” Brooke says.

Layla drops down, sitting on the mat unzipping her boots muttering unspeakable swear words under her breath wanting now to do nothing more after this match then punch Brooke right in her smug tanned face.

She tugs each boot off passing them to Brooke with an angry frown on her face, “Just so you know bitch, the second I win this match I’m kicking your ass!” Layla threatens.

Brooke ignores the threat, taking the supposedly dangerous boots to a far corner but has to drop them suddenly and rush back. Over in the far corner, Kelly has pulled herself back up using the corner of the ring but Layla has charged forward catching a standing Kelly with a shoulder to the gut. Dropping the boots, Brooke moves back over as Layla starts slamming hard shoulder thrusts into Kelly’s gut pressing her against the corner. Kelly groans in pain at each hard slam of Layla’s strong shoulder hitting her bare skinny abs, pressing her back into the turnbuckle. Layla drives forward slamming her shoulder into Kelly’s skinny waist making the little blonde squeak in pain. Kelly is bent over with pain rubbing her now hurting abs as Layla grabs her by her hair. Pulling her out of the corner. Layla openly laughs right into Kelly’s writhing-in-agony face before she slaps her hard. Her palm stings Kelly’s cheek making her drop out of Layla’s grip, holding her face in pain. Kelly’s ribs are really hurting as she was battered in the corner, now Layla just mocked her by slapping the cute little blonde.

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This was part 2 of the ECW: First Cum Match, I hope you enjoyed it. Leave a rating and a comment about what I can improve, I am always looking for new ways to improve my stories.
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CAUTION: This story is not politically correct. It includes the humiliation and degradation of willing and maybe not so willing black women. The “n” word is used liberally.

Katlin Duvall was an eighteen year old college freshman. Her fiery red hair was like an exclamation point on her petite body. Slender, but hardly boyish, She had small pert breasts, a fine slim waist, and full rounded hips. Her sparkling blue eyes and cute little nose gave her an almost pixie like appearance. But her looks were deceiving. Cute looks and diminutive size disguised the assertive, demanding woman she had come to be.

Perhaps it was Katlin’s seeming frailty that initially attracted the eye of Teresa Robinson, the housemother at Willow House, where the new co-ed had just moved in for the semester. Teresa had been in that position for several years, and the large black woman truly enjoyed her work taking care of the house and preparing meals for the girls who lived there. Secretly, she had something of an eye for the young women, but had never gotten up the nerve to act on her feelings.

It was late on a Saturday morning. The other girls had already left and were going about their business. Studying at the library, hanging out with friends, or whatever young college co-eds do on an early autumn weekend long before the pressures of the semester started to weigh upon them.

Katlin came down into the kitchen, still in her pajamas. Cute pajamas, they were, just like Katlin herself. Her short white top and low riding bottoms revealed her bare midriff and pierced navel. Teresa was just finishing the dishes when the young white girl spoke to her.

“I can’t help but notice the way you look at me, Teresa,” she said. “Ever since I first moved in here, I’ve seen you stealing glances at me.”

“I don’t know what you mean, Miz Katlin,” replied the startled black woman. Teresa was mortified that her attention had been noticed. Worst of all, noticed by the cutest girl in the house.

“I think you know exactly what I mean,” she said sternly. “You like girls don’t you, Teresa? I think you do.”

“Well… of course I like the girls,” stammered the house mother.

“That’s not what I mean at all, and you know it!” Katlin shot back. Then she smiled and her tone softened a little. “You like girls. Period. You want girls. I think you want me. Don’t you, Teresa?”

The big black woman swallowed hard. Katlin undid the top button on her pajama top. Teresa’s eyes shot back and forth from the white girl’s blue eyes to the pale white flesh she was revealing.

“You do!” laughed the red haired girl. “You can’t take your eyes off of me!”

Teresa felt her face go hot.

“I bet you’d like to eat me,” Katlin smiled. “I bet you’d just love it if I sat on your face.”

“I… I…”, the black woman sputtered, aroused.

Katlin suddenly stopped smiling. “But you’re just a nigger. Why should I let you taste my pussy?”

Teresa was stunned. Was this the same girl? She’d alway thought Katlin so sweet, now the white girl glared at her, the word she’d used hung in the air. The big negro woman’s breath was caught in her throat, but she felt her heart beating faster, and her pussy growing wet.

“I… I’d love to taste your pussy, Miz Katlin,” Teresa said meekly. She might as well admit it since the white girl brought it up. “I’d lick your coochie real good. I promise you’d like it. You wouldn’t have to do nothin’ back for me.”

Whap! The black woman staggered back from the slap the white girl delivered across her face. Her cheek stung, her eyes teared up. She looked back up at the red head and met her blue eyes. Katlin reared her arm back and… Whap! She slapped Teresa again, harder.

“Don’t you dare look me in the eye you fat fucking nigger!” she said angrily.

Teresa immediately looked down at the floor. “I’s sorry, ma’am.”

“You should be,” Katlin said with a hint of disgust in her voice. “I won’t be disrespected by a nigger. Looking me in the eye like you were as good as me. I never heard of such a thing!”

“It won’t happen again, Miz Katlin,” said the rebuked negress softly.

“Good. See that it doesn’t,” replied the white girl. “I may let you service me, if you show me proper respect and demonstrate you know your place. Do you understand me?”

“Yes’m,” Teresa said in a small voice. Her pussy was sopping.

“All right. You can start by taking those clothes off,” Katlin instructed. “Believe me, it’s not that I enjoy looking at a naked fat nigger. It’s just that having a monkey like you wearing clothes like you were somebody offends me. Now strip and be quick about it.”

Teresa quickly removed her clothing and stood naked before the diminutive red head, her eyes downcast, her hands at her sides.

“Now get on your hands and knees like the animal you are,” she continued. “Do it.”

The naked black woman quickly dropped to her knees and leaned forward on her hands. She waited on all fours on the kitchen floor waiting for the white teenager’s next command.

“That’s better,” Katlin stated. “Isn’t that better?”

“Yes’m,” said Teresa from her spot on the floor.

“Now lick my feet like a good nigger,” instructed the white girl.

Without hesitating, the negress crawled over to where the red head stood and began licking the tops of her feet.

“That’s right, lick the feet of your better,” Katlin cooed. “Now isn’t this more like it should be? Don’t you feel more comfortable in your place? No need to put on airs. No need to make any effort to preserve a dignity that is only an illusion anyways. Just lick the feet of your betters and be content. Don’t you agree?”

“Yes’m,” Teresa answered and continued her ministrations of the white girl’s feet.

“Tell me what you are, girl,” asked the red head. “Tell me what you are, and maybe I’ll let you taste my pussy.”

“I’s jus’ a nigger, ma’am,” replied the black woman. “Jus’ a nigger, tha’s all.”

“Good girl,” the white girl praised her. “Now roll over, and I’ll give you your reward.” Katlin slipped her pajama bottoms off revealing a light patch of red pubic hair well above the bare slit of her vagina. She had thick pink labia.

Teresa eyed the white girl’s pussy as she obediently rolled on to her back like a big black dog doing a trick for her mistress. She waited expectantly for her treat. The white girl stood over the prone negro and suddenly let loose a stream of urine that hit the black woman on the chest and splashed into her face. Katlin stepped forward a little in order to direct the stream right into the house mother’s face.

“Drink up, nigger,” she laughed. “Drink it up and be grateful for it.”

The fat black woman tried to do just that. She coughed as she tried to catch her breath at the same time trying to swallow as much of the white girl’s piss as she could. Her bladder finally empty, the red head dropped to her knees, straddling the negresses head, her pink pussy right on the house mothers black face.

“Now lick me clean,” she ordered, her blue eyes flashing.

Teresa immediately started lapping at the white girl’s pink pussy. Licking the remaining drops of pee. Teresa could smell Katlin’s scent strongly along with the urine. The red head was obviously aroused by her exercise of her power to dominate the black woman who was at least fifteen years her senior. Katlin stood, and bracing herself on the kitchen counter lifted one foot and put it over Teresa’s mouth.

“I stepped in pee,” she said, “lick it off.”

The black woman proceeded to use her tongue to clean off the bottom of the white girl’s dirty foot where she’d stepped in her own urine on the kitchen floor. When she finished, Katlin switched feet and offered Teresa her other filthy foot.

“All right,” she said. “That’s enough. Now I want you to lick the rest of it up. You didn’t do a very good job keeping the floor clean.”

Teresa got back on her hands and knees and began licking up the remaining urine from the kitchen floor. Katlin put her pajama bottoms back on and stood, hands on her hips, supervising the black woman’s humiliating efforts.

Just then, the house mother heard the back door open and shoe clad foot steps approach. She was too humiliated to look up to see who it was and could just see two pairs of sneaker clad feet, one pair female, one pair male.

“Holy shit!” said the male voice, “what the fuck is going on?”

“Just a little exercise in putting this nigger cunt in her place,” said Katlin. “She had some idea I should let her lick my pussy. Now she knows the only time she’ll be licking it is to clean it after I pee on her. Fucking nigger. Now she understands her place much better. Don’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am,” replied Teresa, shamed to be seen this way.

“God, that is so fucking hot!” exclaimed the male voice.

“Calm down, Shawn,” said the female voice. “It’s just a nigger.”

“I don’t care,” said Shawn. “I want to fuck her.”

“Shawn!” objected the female voice. “We’re supposed to be going to the game! Kick off is in less than an hour!”

“This won’t take long,” Shawn replied, unzipping his pants.

“Well hurry up and fuck the nigger,” said the female voice. Teresa saw her walk away. “I’m going to go get into something warmer.”

“Oooh!” said Katlin. “I guess you do like our nigger! She’s gonna love that dick!”

Teresa felt Shawn kneel behind her. She felt his cock probing her asshole. He tried to push in, hard, hurting her. The black woman cried out pain. But it was no good. The white boy’s hard cock wasn’t going in the negro woman’s anus.

“Shit, I can’t get it in,” he complained.

“Jesus, Shawn,” said Katlin, exasperated. “Stick in her cunt. I bet it’s sopping. Get your dick wet first then shove it up her ass!”

“Good idea,” said the white boy, slipping his cock into Teresa’s sloppy wet pussy. “Damn! She is soaking!”

Teresa felt no pleasure at the feel of Shawn’s cock inside her as the white boy used her vagina to lubricate his dick.

“Of course she is,” said the white girl. “She’s a nigger. She loves it. Now fuck the nigger’s ass.”

The white boy pulled out and pressed his cock head against Teresa’s asshole. Slippery with her juices he was able to force it up her black ass. She cried out in pain as he buried his full length inside her.

“Oh, yeah….” he murmured. “That’s the good stuff. This nigger’s ass is so fucking tight! I love it!”

“Then use her, Shawn,” Katlin urged him. “It’s what niggers are for. For our pleasure. It’s what they want. Now use her good.”

The white boy needed no further encouragement. He pounded his cock into Teresa’s tight ass causing the poor negro woman to cry. Her tears only made him fuck her harder.

“Uh! Uh! Ahhh….” Shawn sighed as he filled Teresa’s ass with semen. “Damn that was good. Your nigger has the tightest fucking ass.”

“Glad you liked it,” said Katlin. “Be sure to come again!” The white girl laughed at her joke.

Shawn pulled up his pants just as the other girl walked in.

“Good you’re done with the nigger,” she said. “Let’s get going. We’ll be late if we don’t hurry.”

Teresa watched as the two sets of feet walked away from her and out the door. Her ass hurt from the fucking she’d received from a guy whose face she never saw.

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As usual, I was so angry, I told Mike I wasn’t going a few times already, all the while continuing to dry my hair, apply make up, trying to choose an outfit to wear. Each Christmas party, Thanksgiving dinner, Fourth of July barbecue and all the rest of festive days, every birthday, anniversary, baby shower and wedding reception that we have attended together as a married couple had been preceded by an inevitable tension, arguments and shouting matches. One or both of us deciding that we were not going, stomping around the house, throwing clothes and car keys against the wall, angry enough to be able to smack one another, although it never quite got to that point.

This was to be a Valentine’s Day party at Mike’s friend’s place, whom I never even met. One of their buddies from teenage years was flying in from New York and they were to meet for the first time in twenty years and “kick it”. I listened to endless stories of their escapades and how they were like brothers. I was sick of it already.

Besides, I had a sneaking suspicion that the only reason I was invited along was because Jahan was bringing his wife and I was probably to be a distraction for her, so that she wouldn’t be in danger of dying from boredom listening to their stories, undoubtedly minor occurrences blown out of proportion.

Even walking out the door, we argued. He didn’t like what I was wearing, there were comments about make up, he wanted me to put on glasses so that I could drive… By the time we agreed on a cab and were standing in front of his friend’s front door, we’ve been through a huge battle and were not speaking to each other.

The minute we entered the crowded apartment, I was hit by the realization of how Mike had felt when he attended Christmas parties at my job. He was never too eager to go, but did as a married couple does on the occasions like that. Whenever we arrived at the place of festivities I could literally count to ten and before I was through, he would hiss at me: “So, I’m a token nigger again”.

Of course that was not true. None of those parties were exclusively for people of one race, but I just happened to work in predominantly white office and though that did not bother him on other occasions, the insecurities must have set in when faced with a crowd that we were joining. By the time we were leaving however, he was pleasantly drunk and buddy-buddy with most of the people who attended.

As we walked into the apartment, I noticed that I was the only white woman there. I looked around carefully and with a sinking feeling realized I was the only white person. I knew a couple of guys, Mike’s friends, who never went beyond a nod and a grin to me, and I seriously doubted that by the time we left I would be any better of.

I turned around to poke my husband with the same comment he annoyed me with each time he found himself in the situation that I was in now, of course, appropriately calling myself “cracker”, and found him embracing his friends in a most annoying display of male bonding.

After polite introductions, I grabbed a drink and sat in a corner, looking out of the window, admiring the breathtaking view of Chicago skyline and trying to make myself as invisible as I could.

To Mike’s credit, I have to admit he passed by me a few times, lovingly caressing my hair or giving me a hug and asking if I was okay, suggesting I should mingle.

“No, I’m fine here.” I said with a smile as sweet as I could make it. I knew I was going to hear about it later on our way home, not wanting to socialize with his friends. “It’s beautiful here.” I said and wishfully looked out the window again.

“Yeah, it is.” Mike replied. “Brenda and Jahan will be here soon.” He added and was gone.

I didn’t really look forward to meeting even more new people. I have become weary of funny looks directed towards us when we turned up in public together. Our families did not make it any easier on us and despite our marriage having lasted for seven years I always suspected that they were expecting us to break up any day now. Twenty-first century and a big city did nothing for the small-mindedness and we both tried our best to ignore it, but sometimes it was just too insulting.

A couple of hours later, my jaw started hurting from yawning, as I felt I was too tired to concentrate on anything but staying awake. I drank more than usual and satisfyingly noticed that I had managed to empty most of the Bailey’s bottle by myself.

Every few minutes the doorbell rang and more people that I didn’t know came, stuffing the already overcrowded apartment even more. I got a few nods from men and women who walked past me, some pausing in front of the window that I had been standing by, looking out and admiring the view.

A roar of yelling jerked me out of my thoughts in which I had escaped to keep myself amused and I realized that the long awaited friend had finally arrived. I couldn’t be bothered to join in the festivities of his arrival, continuously staring out the window, wishing I were anywhere but here.

I felt Mike’s hand on my shoulder and was turned around against my will, still managing to smile and put on a façade of interest. Jahan was a handsome, tall guy with carefully maintained dreads, reaching to his mid back. He wore designer clothes and if I was to meet him on the street, I would probably do a double take.

This time however, my eyes were only for a woman standing next to him. Her height was the first that I had noticed, having gotten used to the fact that most women were shorter than me. She was an attractive brunette with lively, hazel eyes and nice, sporty body. Dressed in plain jeans and denim shirt, she certainly didn’t match her husband or most of the people in the room, who were all dressed as if going to a Christmas party, including me.

I shook Jahan’s hand but my eyes remained on the woman. She smiled at me and offered her own, carefully manicured hand in greeting. “I’m Brenda.” She said simply and I stuttered my name as if it wasn’t my own.

She had straight, shoulder length hair with a reddish glow. She was not a beauty, but I cannot recall seeing a more interesting person than her in a long time. She looked at our husbands, who were now hugging and tapping each other on their backs, laughing and throwing loving insults at one another, talking about whose dreads looked more genuine and whose belly was bigger.

Brenda rolled her eyes and grabbed me under the arm. “Come, let’s go and find a drink. I’ve had a hard evening already.” She said and I smiled, she must have read my mind.

We sat on the couch, admiring the view and chitchatting, which to my great amazement seemed to come easily, even though this was the first time we have met. I kept looking at her face, finding it more and more fascinating. Her lips were full and her eyes big and round. She had a habit of tucking her hair behind her ears, showing off small ears, bejeweled with delicate, antique looking jade earrings. I liked everything about her, even the way she scratched her head when confronted with a question that needed a careful thought before answering.

We discovered mutual love for books, she works for a New York publishing house, which I did some translations for, and she suggested that we have probably met before, just don’t remember each other.

“No,” I said, shaking my head. “I would have remembered you. You’re not the kind of person one forgets easily.”

She looked at me, her face serious, her eyes smiling. I cursed myself quietly for being so indiscreet. Before I got married, I fooled around with a couple of women, nothing serious, but I still thought about them sometimes. Brenda would certainly be a kind of a woman I would want to mess around with. Providing neither of us was married. I knew Mike wouldn’t stand for it, and although I didn’t know Jahan, I suspected he was the same.

Did I just hit on my husband’s friend’s wife? Of course I did. Did she notice? By the looks of it, she did. And from what I could see, she didn’t mind. I sighed in relief.

“I’ll take that as a compliment, Nikkie.” She said and I nodded. “So, what’s your real name?” she asked and I cringed. I never liked to be called by my given name, which was usually used by my parents when I did something wrong.

“Nicola.” I said. “But, please don’t call me that.”

We giggled as if sharing a secret and she grabbed my hand, squeezing it gently, sending shivers up and down my spine. I liked her more by the minute, and although I couldn’t swear to it, I believed she liked me to. Not just as a conversationalist either.

It has been a long time since I’ve been with anyone but my husband and I feared I had lost my touch. I was going to simply let it be. See what happens, as one might say.

I was disappointed to see Mike approaching, fearing that the night had ended before I had enough time to talk to Brenda more. I loved chatting with her. She was funny and smart, with a sense of humor just as dry as mine, and goofiness much like my own. I had to admit that going home might have been a good idea, though. I had gotten fairly drunk.

“Come on,” said Mike, taking my hand. “We’re all going to Excalibur.” My heart jumped. More time with Brenda.

“Great!” I said and looked at her. She had walked away, talking to her husband. In the confusion of about sixty people leaving the apartment, I had lost the sight of Brenda, which was quite disappointing. Despite the fact that we were in the center of downtown, getting cabs for everybody would take a while and I feared she would have found a different amusement by the time I made it to the club.

We were lucky to be one of the first ones out of the building and managed to flag down the first cab passing by. We were about to enter it when Brenda came running. “Wait, wait!” she yelled and waved her arms. “Mike, go with Jahan. He’s got a cab, too. I’ll go with Nikkie.”

Mike was quite happy to join his old friend. I was certain there were many things they wanted to discuss out of their wives’ earshot. I was exhilarated.

I entered the cab first, Brenda following. I turned around and saw that Mike and Jahan caught the cab behind us. We pulled off and looked at Brenda smiling. I was happy to notice that she was smiling back at me.

“Where to, ladies?” asked the cabbie.

“Excalibur!” said Brenda. “And please, don’t take the shortest way.”

The guy gave us a suspicious look in the mirror.

“Seriously,” nodded Brenda into the mirror. “Lose your way and I’ll tip you good.”

The cab driver shrugged his shoulders and averted his gaze onto the street in front of him. I’m sure he had seen his fair share of weirdoes and odd requests.

We turned the corner and I felt Brenda’s hand on my thigh. “I like those boots.” She said. Those were the same boots that Mike had been giving me grief over earlier in the evening.

“You look like a hooker.” He said, measuring me with his eyes, the boots reaching over the knees and almost touching the hem of the mini dress I was wearing.

“Yeah,” I replied. “But I’m your hooker!” I smiled back and he walked away, disgusted.

I kept looking at Brenda’s hand on my thigh; her fingers caressing me, touching the top of the boots and the bottom of the short dress. I found her staring into my eyes. “If I’m wrong, please tell me now.” she whispered. I swallowed hard and shook my head.

Brenda’s fingers found their way up my thigh and she yelped in surprise. “Oh, you little tart!” she said when she touched the stocking suspenders realizing I was wearing garter belt.

“Always prepared,” I whispered hoarsely, grateful to my persistence in ignoring Mike’s protests. He had called me the same, but with different words and in a harsh tone of voice. The meaning was quite different.

“I want to kiss you,” I continued and closed my eyes. All I wanted was to feel her soft lips on mine.

“Later.” She whispered in reply. “The guys’ cab is behind us. We have to sit still.”

I nodded and gasped when I felt her fingers press against my panties. I opened my eyes and found the cabbie staring in the mirror, obviously aware of what was going on in the back of his vehicle. I hoped he wouldn’t crash and opened my legs, allowing Brenda’s fingers to slip under the edge of my panties, finding their way between my pussy lips and straight onto my clitty. Her touch felt like an electric shock making me shiver with pleasure.

“Scoot down some.” She said and I obeyed. We both slid on the seat, our heads still visible from the vehicle behind us, our hands free to roam.

Brenda pressed her fingers on my clitty and in circling motions made me wet within seconds. She had the Midas touch and within a couple of minutes, I was ready to cum. To my great disappointment her hand left my clitty, only to slide down my pussy and I could feel her shoving her long fingers deep inside of me.

I looked at her and found her grinning. “Not yet, Nik.” She whispered. “Not yet.”

The cab swayed dangerously and we realized that the cabbie was watching us more than the road ahead. Brenda giggled and I closed my eyes in embarrassment. I was certain this was not the first time he had seen anything like that in the back seat of his taxi, but it was the first time I had ever done heavy petting in the presence of a third party. I had to admit that it was a huge turn on, though.

“Fuck, Brenda, I lost it now.” I said out loud when I realized that the moment had passed and I wasn’t going to cum. A second later I felt her fingers slipping out of me and returning to the sensitive bud they had so carefully massaged a little while ago, resuming the teasing, bringing me on the verge of orgasm, only to stop at the last moment and slip inside me again.

A brutal sound of a car horn behind us startled all three of us, and I realized our cab was standing in front of the green light.

“What are you looking at?” I snapped at the cabbie. He snickered and pulled off. I spread my legs even more, chancing a cramp but not caring. Brenda had made me feel really good, if only she would finish what she had started.

To my great disappointment I realized we were just around the corner from the club that we were heading to. “Here we are.” I said and pulled Brenda’s hand out of my panties, pushing it away from me. I was pissed.

I didn’t want to see how much she paid the cabbie. He had a free show, that must have counted for something, but I didn’t say anything. When I stepped out of the car, Mike and Jahan were already waiting for us.

“Why didn’t you tell him where to go?” asked Mike, obviously annoyed. “He took you for a ride.”

“Yeah, yeah.” I said, my anger rising. I felt as if I had cotton wool stuffed in my panties, my pussy was swollen and twitching. I needed a drink.

As soon as we entered the club the guys headed straight for the first bar they saw. I tried to follow, but was stopped by Brenda grabbing onto my arm. “Get some beer for us, too.” She yelled at Jahan, failing to make herself heard. She just waved at him and pulled me after her.

“Come on, Nik.” She half whispered, half yelled in my ear and before I knew, I was dragged up the stairs to the second floor, following her reluctantly. When we reached the top of the stairs, she pointed towards the bathrooms and continued to drag me after her.

As the door of the bathrooms slammed behind us, drowning the impossible noise of music and people shouting somewhat, another noise of giggling and girlie chitchatting hit us. The room was half-full; there were still a couple of stalls empty. If there was a line, I don’t think we could have done what followed.

Without a word Brenda grabbed my hand and led me to the very last stall by the wall. I saw some raised eyebrows and gazes following us, some amused, some disgusted. Again, I could have cared less. I’m sure most of the chicks in the bathrooms have seen the like before.

We squeezed into the stall and I finally turned to her, nervous and expectant. “Brenda, we really shouldn’t…”

Before I managed to utter another word, she hugged me and finally I felt her soft lips on mine. She kissed me gently; sliding her tongue inside my mouth, at the same time I felt my dress being lifted and her fingers slipping inside my panties. She found the spot that had already had plenty of attention inside the cab and started rubbing it, never breaking her kiss.

I moved my pelvis against her hand, vaguely hearing the comments and giggles from the outside. I can never manage to have sex quietly, but this time around I have achieved just that. I’m sure Brenda felt and heard my heavy breath against her ear, but the chicks on the other side of the door wouldn’t.

I was so close to cumming again and if she didn’t realize that by the way my body reacted, she must have felt my strong squeeze on her arm. She kept her fingers on me, at the same time slipping down and to my great surprise kneeling. She pushed the hem of my dress into my hand and pulled down my panties. She bumped my booted feet apart and squeezed in between.

I almost screamed when I felt her tongue replace the fingers. She wasn’t messing around either. Her lips immediately sucked onto my clitty, pulling and massaging it in a steady rhythm, which slowly kept intensifying. I could feel the long awaited orgasm approaching and I gathered all my strength to remain standing up and not let out a yelp of pleasure, but rather just a loud gasp. I was beyond worrying what the women present in the same room were thinking, they certainly knew what was going on by now.

I was still shivering when Brenda got off her knees, stood up and kissed me, thrusting her tongue deep inside my mouth, letting me taste my own juices on her lips. At the same time, she was unzipping her jeans and I noticed that her hands were trembling. What she had done to me had fired her up and she whispered in my ear: “Just touch me, Nik.”

She sat on the toilette as if she was about to pee and this time I knelt in front of her, reaching between her legs. I wanted to rub her clitty just as she had rubbed mine, but her hand pushed my fingers inside of her wet pussy, helping me find the most sensitive spot just a couple of inches from the entrance.

“Push on it, Nik.” She gasped. “I’m almost there.”

I could feel her shivering as she pulled my face towards hers and kissed me hard. At first I thought she had peed on my hand. It had taken me a few seconds to realize that she gushed and I regretted I had not seen it properly. I’ve never been a witness to a woman ejaculating and I could never do it, no matter how I tried.

We froze in a moment; Brenda sitting on the toilette with her legs spread and I kneeling in front of her, our lips touching, our noses rubbing against each other.

“We’d better go back.” I whispered and she closed her eyes, nodding.

Brenda stood up, dressed herself and helping me up, too.

“I want to see you again, Nikkie.” She said and my heart jumped. “Jahan is leaving tomorrow and I’m staying for a couple of days. I’m at the Drake Hotel.”

We embraced and I didn’t feel like going back out, but knew we had to. We’ve already spent more than enough time away from the guys.

Just as I turned around to open the door she grabbed my arm. “Yeah?” she asked, caressing my face. “Will you see me again?”

“Of course.” I said, excited and a little worried. I wanted to be with this woman no matter the danger or consequences.

We ignored the mocking looks of the girls that we passed by. I didn’t care what anybody thought. Brenda opened the door of the bathroom and we stepped into the club, instantly bombarded by the rhythm of music and raised voices of the clubbers.

We joined the guys at the small table by the bar and as I sat down next to Mike he put his arm around my shoulders. I noticed Jahan did the same. I also noticed Brenda’s long and meaningful look, holding my gaze steadily.

I have just come closer to the love at first sight than ever before.

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Dirty Little Love Secret.

Chapter 1: First Hint

Let me start off by telling you a little about myself. My name is Alexis; I am a seven-teen year old female. I am in the 12th grade. I go to Bromway High. I have three other siblings. Nicole, who is the youngest at six. Justin, who just turned fifteen and Monica who is nine-teen I have golden brown shoulder length hair, and dark blue eyes. I am also 5’6 with long tanned legs. I have a nice toned six pack, my bust size is ruffly around 34 mid C. I am quite athletic, I enjoy working out on a regular basis. I am curently single, not really looking for anyone at the moment either. You could say that I am very outgoing, love to spend time out doors rather than stay in a stuffy ol’ house. My favorit pass time would have to be going to the beach, mostly at night though. I just find it a lot more peaceful; than go in the middle of the day where you have all the kids screaming.
Most of the guys at my school would tell you that I am very bitchy and stuck up. The only reason for that is because I do not let them into my pants. But, what are you to do right? They are just being tipocal boys. If you were to ask the girls around school about me they would say; I am a very sweet and sencitive girl. Who loves her friends and would do anything for them. Which is very true. I would do just about anything for my friends. They are the world to me, and I would be lost without them.
Getting to my story now though. It was a nice warm June day, and I was stuck in English class. Our teacher was going on about good grammar and all that stuff. (See, English is a class I hate with a strong passion and could go without it.) I was sitting with my friend Britney. She isn’t one of my bestest friends, but we get along really good. She is about my hight, long blonde hair that goes to her mid back. Curves any girl would be jealous of and a rack that was breath taking. She was a very nice 34 full C. Now, I am not one that thinks big boobs look good on girls, but on Britney it just worked. She was wearing a pink mini skirt that showed a little more of her booty that was alowed. A matching pink V cut top that hung from her breasts amazingly.
I found it very hard to stay awake in this class, so Britney and I would doodle back and forth to each other. I drew a stick figure guy humping this stick figure dog. Britney laughed and said “Eww” when she saw it, but she really didn’t care. She then drew a picture with two stick figure girls making out. When she passed it to me I was taken back a bit, then looked over at Britney, she licked her lips then laughed and said she was just kidding.
The bell rang to go home, I grabbed my stuff from the desk and went to my locker. After about three minutes Britney showed up at my locker. “Hey Alex!” Britney said, I replyed back “Hey Brit. What’s up?”. I closed my locker and locked it. “Oh nothing, but I was just wondering if I could come over to your house tonight. My parents will be out all night and I really don’t want to stay in that big house all alone.” Britney was now giving me this cute little puppy dog face. “Well, my parents are having this stupid meeting with our neighbors tonight. But I guess I could go over to your house to keep you company” I answered back. My parents really weren’t going to have a meeting tonight, I just didn’t want Britney to meet my family. They are, how would you say “Disfunktional”. Britneys eyes lit up when I told her I could go to her house. “Sure! That sounds great. I’ll pick up some movies for us to watch.” We finally got out to the school parking lot, I started to look for my car when I said “Ok. I’ll be over around 8:00pm just after I put my little brother and sister to bed.” I found my car and started to walk toward it. “Alright, see you tonight!” Britney called out to me as I waved Goodbye to her. I got into my car and drove home.

Chapter 2: Naughty Little Brother

I got into the door, took my shoes off and ran up to my room. I took off my shoes, put my bag down near my closet door then started to get undressed. I thought I would take a quick nap then have a shower before I went over to Britneys house. I crawled into my bed; only wearing my red bra and matching thong. I was awoken to my little sister jumping up and down on my bed. “Hey Nicole. What are you doing here hun?” I asked my sister. “Mommy told me to come wake you up” My cute little sister replyed. “Alright. You’re going to have to get off of me so I can get up though hun.” Nicole did as I said then sat on the chair at my computer desk. I got up from bed and I picked up my little sister then walked down stairs into the kitchen. I didn’t need to put on any clothes, all the women in the house normaly walk around naked or in our panties unless we had compuny over. “Hey Sweetie” My mom said then kissed my cheek. “Have a good sleep?” she then asked. “Yeah, I guess. It was O.K.” I answered back as I sat Nicole down on the counter top. “Mom, I’m going over to Britneys house tonight O.K?” I said going to grab an apple. “And who might this Britney be?” My mother asked. I had never told my mom about Britney as to, Britney and I don’t normaly hang out all that much out of school. “She’s one of my friends, and if you must know I am going over there because she asked me to. Her parents are going out for the night and she doesn’t want to stay home alone.” I told my mother. She nodded.
I ran up the stairs to go take a shower. I turned on the water and let steam fill the room as I took off my bra and thong. I stepped into the shower as the water run down my body. Running down my back, over my booty and down my legs. I grabbed a bar of soap and lathered my body up. Running my hands all over my body. As my hands went over my breasts i felt my nipples harden, so I gave them a little pinch which sent little tingles down my body. I payed special atention to my pussy as I washed. Rubbing just a littler harder than needed, and for longer than normal. I rinsed off my body and started to wash my hair. Then i rinsed my hair and stepped from the shower. I squeezed most of the water from my hair then grabbed a towel. I tried most of my body off when I heard the bathroom door creek open. I looked up fast than heard little foot steps hiding into my brothers room. I just laughed and wrapped the towel around myself.
Walking to my room I go passed Justins, I notice him peeking through his door. So I drop my towel off, prending that it was an acident. I bent over and pick it up. A small “uh” came from my brothers room, i just giggled to myself then walked to my room. I looked through my closet for some clothes. I found a pair of low ride hip hugger jeans, and a brown halter top. I put them on my bed then grabbed my favortic black thong. I got dressed then went back into the bathroom to do my hair. It was around 7pm so I called Britney and asked if it was alright with her that I came early. She didn’t care so I went to put Nicole to bed and said Goodnight to my family. I grabbed my car keys and pures then drove off to Britneys.

Chapter 3: Second Hint

I pulled up at Britneys house around 7:20pm, got out of my car and went up to the front door. I knocked and someone yelled for me to come in. I opened the door, turned to close it then turned back as I saw Britney running down the front stairs of her mantion. She hadn’t changed out of her clothes, but I could tell she took off her bra. I didn’t really think anything of it. “Hey Alex, babe!” Britney said as she walked up and hugged me. I could feel her breasts against mine, and in a strange way I found it very plesant. “Hey Brit.” I said back. She then took my hand and lead me up to the living room. “So, how long are your parents going to be out for?” I asked as I sat down on her couch. “Ah, well they wont be back until 7am in the morning. I was hoping you’d sleep over for the night. I asked my parents if you could, they don’t care.” Britney walked out to the kitchen after, I followed her and said “Sure. I don’t mind. My parents wont care. They let me do almost anything I want” I smiled at her. “So, what movies did you rent?” I asked, walking back into the living room and getting myself comfy on the couch. Britney walked out of the kitchen with two glasses of soda. “I got Stigmatta, Sister Act II, and House of Wax.” She sat down. “Cool” I answered back. I had already seen Stigmatta and Sister Act, so I offered we watched House of Wax first. Britney had no problem with that and she popped it in. She then came back and sat right next to me. I could feel her skirt lightly touching the side of my ankle.
Through out the whole movie I couldn’t help but glance over at Britney, she was just so beautiful. I had never in my life thought about a girl in such a way. It was new to me; what I was feeling for her. We had watched two of the movies and were in the middle of the third one. Britney seemed to be getting pretty tired. She leaned over and put her head on my shoulder. It sent so many feelings through my body. I could feel myself getting a little damp aswell. She went to brush hair out of her face and her hands ending up resting on my thigh. I was taken back at first but didn’t say anything to her about it. I then moved to get myself comfortable. I was leaning on the arm of the couch, almost laying down. Britney had moved more on me, with her head just a bit lower down my arm and her upper body resting on my crossed legs.
The movie ended, I looked at Britney and saw that she was asleep. I didn’t want to get up and wake her; so I just grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and trapped it over the both of us. I found myself watching her as she slept. She looked so beautiful. I ran my hand over her cheek to move hair from it as she opened her eyes and grabbed my hand with hers. She looked me right in the eyes, and I in hers. The moment was so right, so perfect I had to go for it. I leand my head down and kissed her. To my amazment she was kissing me back. It felt so right, so pure and true. We broke the kiss as are eyes opened and locked together once more.
“Have you ever kissed a girl before? Alex”, Britney had asked. “No, you?” I answer back, when in facted I had. But it was nothing. It was in the fourth grade, a few friends and I were playing spin-the-bottle and I had to kiss Madison Van. Ryan. She was a year older than me. It wasn’t all that specail, but I just didn’t want to tell Britney. No one knew and I wanted to keep it that way. “No, never. Although, I have thought about kissing umm, you for quite some time now.” Britney answered and wow was I ever shocked. I mean, she wanted to kiss me! Of all poeple she wanted to kiss me. I just smiled at her and she smiled back. “You remember in English class when we were doodling back and forth?” Britney asked me, I was wondering why she had asked, but I still answered “Yeah, what about it?” I said. “Well..” Britney started to say.. “Well what Brit? Come on, whatever it is you can tell me.” I said to her. “Well, the picture I drew of two girls kissing was really you and I” She said and started to blush. I found her so cute when she started to blush. I leaned up and kissed her rosy red cheek. She smiled at me. Then gave me a big hug.
Britney then moved ontop of me, making me lay all the way down on the couch. Pushing her body against mine. One of her legs slipped between mine and I could feel the heat from between her legs on my thigh. She began to kiss me passionately, I kissed her back just as passionately. Wrapping my arms around her, pulling her close to me. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Britney and I were making out on her couch. Her lips tasted so sweet, just like cotton candy. Her touch was so soft like clouds. She ran her hands slowly up my top and started to rub my stomach, which made my abs tence up.

Chapter 4: Dream Come True

She broke the kiss and said “Are you sure this is what you want to do babe?”, I was hesitant to answer. I so badly wanted to give her me. Let her have her way with me, use me in any way she wanted to. Give her something no other boy or girl for that matter, had. But… I couldn’t. “I’m not all that sure” I responded back. She brought her hands out from under my shirt and sat up off of me. “Well, I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to Babe. I am willing to take it slow for you.” Britney said. I must admire her for it. She was definetly not like all the guys I’ve been out with. She was respectful, understanding, caring and showed at least some intelagence. “Britney, I don’t want you to think that I don’t want to because it’s with you. I just want to wait for the special one. I am not saying you’re not special; but I just want to give my virginity away to the one I am in love with.” I had to say. I was telling the truth; for the most part anyways. I did want to wait to give my viginity away to the one I love, but… little did Britney know, I was falling for her. She seemed to understand. “That’s alright babe.” She said, right before she layed back on me and snuggled to me.
This was all new to me. The fact that I was falling for a girl, when I had never had any feelings toward females just caught me off gaurd. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close to me. “Alexis, I need to confess something to you” Britney said after a few minutes of silence. “Yes hun? What is it?” I asked. “Well you see, I’ve dreamed of this moment for so long and I am very happy that it has finally come true. For a long, long time I have liked you more than just a friend. Then tonight, I am pretty sure that I have fallen in love with you.” Britney confessed. She just bared her heart to me, and all I could do was let my mouth hang open. “I..I….I….” is all I could say. Then I finally managed to say “To tell you the truth Britney, I have never felt anything remotly sexual or loving toward any female in my life”… “Oh I see. It’s ok don’t worry.” Britney interupted me. “No! Let me finish please. I haven’t felt anything to any female.. until tonight that is. Being here with you is just so out of this world amazing. I too, believe I have fallen in love with you.” I was finally able to tell Britney the truth I was holding in. She smiled at me, and I smiled back. We both knew this would be a night we would never forget; and a night that would change our lives forever.
We bagan to kiss once again, as I pulled off my top. Britney seemed to like that I moved it forward this time. She started to kiss and nibble on my neck. Oh lord did it ever feel great. “Mmm Brit that feels nice” I lightly moand out. She than started to bite and suck the nape of my neck. Making me arch my back in pleasure. My hands ran up and down on her back, as I slowly slipped off her top. Watching as her plumb breasts fell out, my eyes widend. I then pulled her up more and wrapped my lips over one of her nipples. It drove her crazy, she ran her hands through my hair telling me not to stop. “Ohhh! Alexis baby! Mmm don’t stop!” I had no intent to stop, and she knew it.
I rolled her onto her back as I stood up over her, with a leg on each side of her. I hooked my fingers in the sides of my hip huggers and slowly began to pull them down. Her eyes never left my crotch as I slide my jeans down to my knees; letting them drop to my feet. I then kicked them off then turned so that my back was facing her. I hooked my thumb into the sides of my black thong. I began to pull them down, but as I did I bent over slowly; showing Britney my bare ass. When I was bent over fully and my thong was down at my kness, Britney leand up and smacked my ass. “Ohh! Fisty little thing I see” I said as I evily giggled. I turned and straddled her hips. My now, naked body showing for Britney to marvel at.
I bent over and started kissing the nape of her neck, slowly down to her chest. I kissed around her breasts, then around her nipples; soon wrapping my lips around her left nipple and twirling my tongue around. “Ohh Baby! Yes! That feels amazing!” Britney moand out. My hands ran down her stomach, and slowly slid down her skirt. To my amazment she wasn’t wearing any panties. I looked in her eyes and grind. “Hehe, oops. I must have forgotten to put any on” She said slyly. I grind right back at her, as I slowly kissed down from her breasts. Planting soft kisses down her stomach and around her navel. I got in between her legs, got her to open her legs as I leaned forward and lightly blew warm air on her slit. “Ohhh Baby!” She kept moaning out, over and over. I started to slide the tip of my tongue up and down her slit, going in further each time.

Chapter 5: Reaching The Goal

Her moans got louder and louder as I pushed my tongue past her slit and into her pussy. Moving in and out of her, while flicking the tip of my tongue inside. “Ohhh God Alexis!!! Mmm yes! Don’t Stop!! Ahhh!” Britney arched her back and pushed against my face. I dove my tongue deep inside of her. I ran my hands slowly up her stomach to tease her nipples. Pinching them in between my thumb and index finger. I took my tongue out of her and licked all around her pussy, but not touching her clit. Her body tenced up and I knew she was about to cum. I made her wait just a little longer, than when she couldn’t hold it any longer I pushed my tongue hard onto her clit. Sending her into a huge orgasim. “OH MY GOD!!! YES ALEXIS!!!! AHHHH!!!!”
Her jucies flowed into my mouth, and I swallowed it, saving some in my mouth. I went up ontop of her and kissed her, letting her cum go into her mouth. “Mmm, I taste pretty damn good. Now I know why you wanted to stay down there for so long” Britney said to me as she winked at me. Laying down on her I rest my head on her chest, listening to her breathing and the sound of her heart beat. It’s like music to my soul, just listening. She wrapped her arms around me tightly than whispered “Alex, I love you. Will you please be my girlfriend?” into my ear. I lifted up my head and smiled at her. “I love you too Brit, and yes, I will be your girlfriend” I said with a big smile on my face. Britney leand up and gave me a very gentle yet loving kiss, and I kissed her just as lovingly back.
We just layed on the couch for a while, than Britney said we should go up to her room to sleep. I of course said yes. So we got up, Britney took my hand in hers and lead me up to her room. She closed the door behind us. She told me to get into bed and that she would be right there. Five minutes later Britney came back with her hair in a pony tail, wearing a tank and boxer shorts. She handed me a tank and a pair of boxis aswell. I slipped them on then went back into her bed. She came in aswell, laying right next to me, wrapping her arms around me. Making me feel very safe and loved. We snuggled and cuddle for about an hour when Britney finally dozed off. I stayed awake to just watch her sleep, then I too fell to sleep.

Chapter 6: Shocking Awakening

I woke to see Britneys parents standing right next to the bed, glaring down at us. I shook Britney to wake her “Ah, Brit, you might want to get up right now” I said. She yawnd then kissed me. She was shocked that I didn’t kiss back, then all of a sudden “Britney Heather Hunter! What on earth is going on?” her mother yelled. Britney moved her head over and saw her mother. She jumped out of bed then proceded to say “Ah.. let me explain! You see..” Britney was inturepted by her father “Brit, who is that girl and why the fuck is she in your bed with you!” Her father said in a sturn voice. “She’s NOT just a girl! She’s my girlfriend and I love her with all my heart!” As soon as Britney said it, she put her hands over her mouth. Her mother grownd and her father slapped her across the face. I jumped out of bed and started to hold her. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!?!” I yelled at her father. “How dare you speak to me that way missy!” Her father said back. “How dare I?? How dare you slap your daughter! You’re just damn fucking lucky I don’t kick your ass right now” I said right to Britneys fathers face. Her mom had already walked out of the room. Britneys father and I were eye to eye. He backed down and went down stairs. I went to Britney and hugged her tight. “Babe, I’m so sorry about that. My parents just aren’t into same sex stuff.” Britney said as tears started to run down her cheeks. “Awww Baby, no it’s ok. Please don’t cry” I said as I whipped the tears away. She smiled at me then said “I love you so much Alexis” as she hugged me tight. I pulled her close, hugging her tight. “I love you too Britney, so very much.” I whispered in her ear.
“I probably should be going home now Babe” I said as I headed for the door. “No wait! Please don’t go.” Britney said as she grabbed my arm. I looked her in the eyes and said “But Baby, you’re parents made it pretty clear they do not aprove me being here.” Britney didn’t seem to care if her parents aproved or not. “Babe! I don’t care! I love you and if they can’t accept it then that’s their problem.” I couldn’t help but smile when I heard her say that. “Awww Baby, why don’t you come with me then? We’ll go over to my house then to school.” I said, at the same time opening the door. “Alright Babe. Sounds good to me.” Britney got dressed then we went out to my car. I drove home.

Chapter 7: Shocked Brother

We got to my house about 15 minutes later. I went to open the door as Britney grabbed her bag from the back. I went into the house, I called out but I got no answer. My mother must have gone to work, taking my brother and sister to school. I went up to my room to grab a new outfit. There was about an hour and a half til we had to leave for school so I thought I might aswell take a shower. I heard Britney come in and shut the door so I yelled down to her “Hey Baby, I’m going to take a quick shower before we leave alright? Make yourself at home.” I went into the bathroom; not closing the door. Stripped down of my clothes then turned on the shower. I let the room fill up with steam then got into the shower. The water felt so good against my skin. Running down my body, it just felt so right.
The curtan was ripped open, and there was Britney standing naked “Hey Babe, just thought I would join you.” She said as she winked at me. I grabbed her hand and pulled her in, her body pressed up against mine. “Hmm, I see you would like an oncore from last night” I said winking at her. She pushed me up against the shower wall, pinning my hands up above my head. Pressing her body against me, making it very difficult for me to move. She began to suck the nape of my neck, when I heard the front door swing open. “Baby, hold on I think I heard the front door open. You stay here, I’ll go check it out. But you have to stay quiet alright.” I said to Britney, turning off the shower, she nodded her head.
I got out of the shower, grabbed a towel and wrapped myself up. I opened the bathroom door and walked down the stairs. I didn’t see anyone, and the door was closed. So I went to look in the kitchen and there was my brother. He wasn’t alone, there was this little brunet sitting on the counter, my brother and her making out. I knocked on the table and he swung his head over my way. “Ahh, what are you doing here?!?! I thought you were over at a friends house!” Justin yelled at me. “Whoa, calm it down little bro. I was over at a friends, but we came over here to take a shower. But, I am not the one who needs to explain myself. Just what are you doing? and who the hell is that?” I said in a stern voice, walking closer to Justin. “She’s no one she’s just..” I stopped him before he could finish. “Don’t lie to me Justin! You know I will beat the shit out of you! So stop the bullshit now and Tell Me!!” I said to him, making him back up a bit. “Her name is Anne, she is in grade ten at Bromway High. Her brother and I are friends.” He finally said. I then said “Ok, well that tells me who she is, but it doesn’t tell me just what you guys were doing. She is what, 16 turning 17? And you are only 15 Justin!”
Anne got down off the counter and started to talk “I’m very sorry, ah.. ah…” She paused “My name is Alexis” I had to tell her “Oh ok, well I am very sorry Alexis, we were not intended to come here and make out. It just sort of happened. We were just coming over here because we were going to walk to school together. My brother Tom is sick and wanted me to walk with Justin. That’s all. If I got him into any trouble than I am very sorry.” I must admit, I was very shocked that she was so nice and poliet.
After a few more minutes of talking, I rememberd that I left Britney up in the bathroom. I ran up to the bathroom and told her is was just my brother, that she could come out. But to make sure to have a towel on. I walked back down to the kitchen where my brother and Anne were, still. Britney came shortly after, and the look my brother gave her was funny as hell. He was looking her up and down, fersly. “Justin, don’t stare it’s not nice!” I said, lightly slapping him over the head. “Ah, sorry. But why is she in a towel? Did y’all have a shower together or something?” He said, looking at me with a very odd face. I looked over at Britney, giving her a look like ‘Can I tell him?’ She knew just what the look was and nodded her head. “Justin, the truth is, that me and Britney are going out. We’re girlfriends, and yes we were in a middle of a shower when I heard you guys come in.” His jaw dropped to the floor after I told him. He was so baffaled.
To my amazment, Anne came out and said “Wow, you know I’ve always woundered what it would be like to be with a girl. Though I have never tried it. Is it fun?” She asked and I let Britney answer this one. “Hell yes it’s fun, but it’s a lot more than just that. I mean, with Alexis it’s different because I am in love with her. It’s just like loving a male, but just in a different form. Plus, girls are so much hotter” She said in a little giggle. I looked at her and smiled, went over to her and gave her a kiss. Justins jaw once more hit the floor. “Hey, would it be alright if I kissed you Alexis? That is if it’s alright with ah.. your girlfriend” Anne said, I started to blush right away. “It’s fine with me, and by the way, my name is Britney.” She said. Anne walked up to me, put her hands on my hips then leand in to kiss me. I lightly kissed her back, then we broke the kiss at the same time. “Wow, you’re an amazing kisser. Much better than Justin” All us girls laughed at Annes comment. “Hey Hey! Be nice now! I am a damn good kisser.” Justin said, in a very cocky voice. We all just looked at him and laughed. “Well, if you kiddies don’t mind we need to go get dressed then head to school. Would you like a ride?” I said, putting an arm around Britneys waist. “Sure! Thanks.” Anne answered. Britney and I ran up to my room.

Chapter 8: Coming Out To Younger Brother

Getting into my room, I closed and locked the door behind us. “Just look in my closet for something to wear, we’re like the same size so I am sure you’ll find something.” I told Britney as I sat down at my vanity and started to do my makeup and hair. “Hey, what do you think about this?” Britney said, I turned my head and saw that she had removed her towel and was stock naked before my eyes. Looking at her devilishly I told her “Wow, now that is the best outfit ever! You look amazingly hot baby!” winking at her at the same time. She giggled, then I called her a big tease. But she knows that I love it.
It’s quiet funny if you think about it; I’m one of the schools biggest tease, you would think that I would want someone a little more mellow than I am. But I find it so sexy, and is one of my biggest turn ons. Just the thought that someone is going out of their way to make me happy, even if it is in a sexual way is just the best feeling ever. It’s probably one of the reasons why I fell for Britney, but I can a sure you it’s not the only reason. I mean, once you get to really know her, she is the greatest person. She’s sweet, caring, daring, breath taking to boot. Her personality just shines out, and she ways her heart on her sleve. Which I find very daring, but also beautiful. She really does try to make me feel happy. Now that I think about it, even before we got together she was so nice to me. More so to me, than anyone else. If I think back on it, she has always been that way with me. I guess she has licked me for a while. But I’m getting side tracked let me cary on with my story.
She went into my walk-in closet to look for something to wear. I had just finished my hair and make-up when I turned and saw what she had picked out. It was so hot! She was wearing one of my favorit shirts. It’s black with white glitter writing that reads ‘I’ll try to be Nicer if you try to be Smarter’. She had picked out one of my low ride hip huggers, that were dark blue. It looked famulas on her. “You look so hot Baby, nice pick” I said to her, walking up to her giving her a light kiss. “Thanks” She replyed back. I went into my closet to pick out something to wear aswell. Britney going to my vanity to finish up. I picked out my favorit shirt of all the ones I have. A pink t-shirt that clings to my body perfectly with darker pink writing that reads ‘Geeks are Hot’ the ‘O’ in hot was a pair of lips. I had bought it a few days ago, when I saw it i just had to buy it. But it’s odd, i never thought geeks were hot. When I saw it, it reminded me of something Britney said. So, I guess in a way I always liked her but never really knew. See, when Britney was younger she was a big geek, until her 12th year. She went through a major change. She was cute as a geek, if I remember right. We were all ready to go, so Britney and I walked down to the living room to wait for my brother to be ready. He came down after about fifteen minutes with Anne following close behind.

Chapter 9: First Day Back, A New Person

We all got into my car and I drove to school. Britney was in the passanger seat, Anne and my brother in the back. We got out, Justin and Anne went running off; no doubt to make out or some shit. Britney and myself walked toward school, she grabbed my hand and held it tight. I stopped and looked at her, “What’s the matter Baby?” she asked me. I really didn’t know what to say “Umm, it’s nothing.” that’s all i could think of, how retarted. “Baby, are you scared what people will think or say?” Britney said in a censer voice. “In a way yes, I just, I don’t know.” I replied back and then Britney gave me a hug. “You not need to worry baby, whatever they say, they can. I love you and you love me; that’s all that matters. So come on, we’re going to be late.” With that said, I took hold of her hand just as tight as she was holding mine, and we walked into the school.
Everyone was looking at us, giving us the dirtiest of looks. Our little love secret was now open for the whole word to see, and boy; were they ever looking. One of the asshole jocks, who just happened to be my ex; walked up to us and was acting very cocky “Oh, so you put out to this slut but not me? Alexis”. My eyes narrowed and I balled up my fist. “Jason, I didn’t put out with you because you wouldn’t know how to please a girl if you’re life depended on it. Britney is no slut, but she sure as hell knows how to take care of my needs!” I said pluntly and walked off with Brit. Everyone went ”ohhhhh” and laughed at Jason.
I went through most of the day without being badgered. For once I couldn’t wait til last block English. It was the only class I had with Britney, and even after spending all lucnh hour with her; I missed her so much. I got to English early and took my seat. People walked in and took their seats aswell, the looks they gave were just heart-wrenching. Then, my angel, my everything walked through the door and all their looks didn’t seem to matter. She walked over to me and i got up to give her a hug. I kissed her cheek and everyones mouth just dropped “What, haven’t you ever seen someone give their girlfriend a hug and kiss? Jeez, grow up will you.” Britney giggled at that and just smiled at me. We took our seats and class started.
The teacher was talking about the new novel study we would be doing, Britney was listening attentively. I put my hand under the desk and took hand in mine. She turned her head and smiled at me; I smiled back at her. Out of no where, a paper air plane landed on our desk. I grabbed it and opened it up. What I found writen on it would have stunned anyone “You fucking dyke! You should burn in hell for what you are!! You’re nothing more than a dirty little hoe! You worthless Dyke! DIE DIE DIE!!”. I looked around the room and saw none-other than Justin snikering. I got up out of my seat “Alexis, what are you doing? Please take your seat at once!” I ignored the teacher and walked up to Justin. “You think that shit is funny? You really are a fucking asshole! I’m glad I dumped your ass! If you can’t accept that I am with Britney and love her then you can go to fucking hell! You homophobic prick!” I yelled to Justin. I slapped him across the face, walked back over to Britney. Took her hand and grabbed my stuff. I pulled Britney with me and walked out of the class room.

Chapter 10: Still Going Strong

Well it has been six months since Britney and I started to go out. I am very happy to say that we are still together and couldn’t be more happy. Most of the people in town have learned to accept Britney and myself being together; though there are some who still don’t. I’m glad to say that we both graduated and Britney was top of the class. I was so proud of her that day. Her parents sadly weren’t there to see her, they still do not accept her choice in being with me. It does get her down, but in the end she knows she is doing the right thing and following her heart. My parents on the other hand, have accepted Britney into the family and couldn’t be more happier for us both.
“Alexis Babe, I just want to tell you that I’m so happy to be with you. These past six months have been the best time of my life!” Britney said to me as I took a sip of wine the waiter just poured for me. Britney had taken me to one of my favorit resterants. “Aww, it’s been the best for me aswell baby.” I answered back. Britney reached out and took a hold of my hand, looking right into my eyes she started to say “I want to spend the rest of my life with me. I know we may be young but I don’t want to waste any time! I love you so much.. and I was just wondering if…” a group of men came up to our table and started to seranade us. “You would give me the honour in being my wife?” she finished. I couldn’t believe it, she was really asking me to marry her! “Of course I will baby!!” She slipped the most beautiful ring abon my ring finger. It sparkled in the dim light, and shimmered in my eyes. “I love you so very much Baby! I can’t wait to build a life with you!” I said as I got up and hugged Britney tight in my arms. Everyone began to clap for us and I felt my cheeks turing red.
We were wed six months later. Yes, that is a lot of time between, but we wanted to get wed on the day we first made love and started to go out. The wedding went down with out a hitch! We got married out doors, with a beautiful landscape behind the halter. Everyone had a great time and to both of our amazement Britneys parents showed up. She had sent them an invatation, they never R.S.V.P’d us back so we thought they wouldn’t show. But low and be hold they did! They finally accepted me into their family! Britney was thrilled they did!
Well, a year later and we’re still together! That just shows how much we love eachother. We moved from our little town and baught a place of our own. Both our familys are planning on coming down for the weekend. We’re having a small party just so we can all get even closer. Our little secret was told to all, and it survived the storm! Goodbye for now!

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bbw lesbian sexuality

Fall 1989

It was the bleak end of fall, days before the cold would soon wrap its icy fingers around the banks of the missippi, so the misfit street punks I was living with now, would have to huddle closer over bottles of rot gut whiskey. I had left home at in my mid teens, I was a baby with no money and no real ambition, I was heavy set, but with a curvy figure, all torn t-shirts thrift store dresses, often wearing fishnets under my ragged kilts and bondage skirts. with a ring though my baby doll lips.
I first witnessed the spectacle Irene at a coffee shop I loitered at, she was a very butch older lesbian, I had seen her around the gay clubs further down bourbon we snuck into, she was easily three hundred pounds and carried every ounce like she was proud of it, her hair was black and sheared very short like a mans, wore flannel and demmin, and smoke cigars that made every one cough, I think she was somewhere between thirty five and forty.
She was the manager of the coffee joint and would have to chase us kids out when ever she got irrtated with our long stays over single cups of coffee, taking up lots of table space in the trendy french quarter cafe. “Dyke.” one of the gutter punk guys would snicker. And Irene would stare them down and order them out with her booming voice. One time during a awful drunken night during Mardi gras, I saw Irene beat the snot out of a silly redneck from Idaho, I never knew what he did to offend her, but he left with blood pouring from his nose like a faucet, and she wore his U of I hat as a trophy for a week.
Me and some other kids had crashed a local artists gallery opening, I was proud of myself cause I was wearing twenty hole docs I had pilfered from a poseur girl while she was sleeping. I was stuffing my mouth with crackers, when I heard some one snort loudly behind me, I turned quickly, and Irene was right behind me, breathing down my neck, she towered over me, dressed in a mans shirt and tie, each of her breaths were heavy, tainted with whiskey.
Full of cocky punk additude I muttered, “What do you think you are looking at you fat dyke?”
“Nice boots.” Irene slurred, pressing her weight into me, her hand cupped my ass, under my skirt, my heart was racing, no one noticed us in the corner, away from everyone else, over the noise of people drinking and laughing and Bauhaus on the sound system “But,” she wondered aloud “how would they look on me?”
I couldnt say anything, my pussy twitched, soaking wet, I swore I could feel my clit hard through my clothes. Her large arm surrounded me pulling me back into a bear like hug, Her hand grabbed roughly at my breasts as the other found its way between my legs.
“MMM, wet.” she breathed into my ear, she ripped her fingers through my fishnets and under my white cotton grannie panties, when I fet her rough fingers part my pussy lips I struggled against her. She held me tighter.
“I could yell.” I warned her.
“No one cares what happens to a lil quarter rat.” her fingers played with my clit, then paused on my tight hole, she penetrated it with one finger then two, hooking her fingers in deep, pulling and stretching.
“Besides,” she laughed “for some one who acts as tough shit as you and your friends you are still a lil cherry, maybe some one should teach you how not to be such a little snot. All I could do is moan, riding her fingers, wanting more.
“uhhh,” I whimpered, nodding in agreement.
One of my drunken friends, stopped to laugh at me as he passed, then disapeared to the mens room. I scowled at him for not helping me.
“Come.” she snarled, I followed her like a puppy out the door, into the rain, one of my friends shouted my name but i ignored them, stumbling after Irene in a lustful trance.
She lived in a appartment on canal St. just outside of the quarter,at the top of a twisty pair of dark stair cases, it was old and dark and smelt like sweat, in the centre of the cluttered room was a futton piled with pillows.
She said laughing, “I know you ve never been with a boy before, ever made love to a woman?”
I stood by the edge of the futton and shook my head nodumb with lust and fear, she was staring at me like a cat on the prowl, she pushed me down on the futon and landed on top, that knocked the wind out of me, straddling me.
A storm was now raging outside, she smiled as lightening cracked, it was truly winter in louisiana, “Theres no way your going out in that storm lil one, no way, you might as well get comfy.”
She ditched her tie and shirt, she peeled of a black sports bra, her strong arms were decrorated with tattoos, womens faces smiling coyly, japanese writing. Each heavy tit swung heavily, at the end of each nipple was a silver ring. She tugged at each nipple, then guided my hand to do the same.
“You know, ” Irene said “I ve seen alot of kids like you over the years, you last for like maybe a year then you are turning tricks, so it seems like I should take care of you, or, at least teach you something.” she said the last part laughing.
Irene flipped me over so I was ass up, in a sort of doggy style, she tugged of my clothes, my ripped fishnets, yanked of my docs even though they were only half unlaced, those she threw into some dark corner.
Her hands burrowed into my wet snatch, gentler this time but they were going deeper and deeper, When she had worked her way past one finger to all four she started gently pumping, slowly spreading her fingers inside me, taking obvious glee in stretching me out, working in, she could of been smaking her lips at the sight, but I closed my eyes and decided to enjoy the experience that I had no control over. I was chewing on a pillow trying not to cry out. Irene grabbed a handful of my hair, pulled me up on to all fours and smacked my ass with a belt, I yowled, and she laughed.
“Just wanted to make sure you didnt pass out. ” she giggled almost girlishly”I dont want you to miss out, not the next part.”
I tried to turn to look at her but I rene smacked me again, a matching set of welts now decorated my ass, and throbbed burning red. She was fussing with something, putting something on herself.
“stay up like that” she commanded, I pointed my ass up high at her, she squirted some cold lube around my pussy.
I laughed, what did she need that for? I was already wetter then the rain soaked streets outside, slicker then black ice.
She parted my pussy lips, a hard cold rubber dildo, black and thick and long, “I am going to be your first fuck you lil slut.” she growled, and thrust all of the long hard shaft of her strap on inside of me. My insides screamed, she yanked the moster out almost all the way but then returned with another merciless thrust, then another, then another, she began replacing the strokes with a quicker tempo, I fell forward with the strength of her thrusts but she pulled me back up by my hair.
“Be good, or I ll do your ass next.” she growled.
Irene pulled out, I felt the wet dildo slap againts my inner thigh. My pussy begged for more even though it throbbed.
She flipped me over again, even though I was big a girl myself she threw me around like a pillow, she tore of her pants and stood above me. Her belly was large, she squatted over my face, she had three peircings through her clit, and was very hairy. Despite my protests she lowered her fat pussy on top of my mouth. smoothering my face, I sarted licking at her, pulling at the rings with my teeth, I must of finally pleased her, as I ran my tounge around her hole, she grunted and groaned grinding her crotch in my face.
“Oh Yes!” she screamed, and rode me till she orgasmed and I was out of breath.
Hours later, Irene laid snoring beside me, I slowly crept out of bed, my walk was a little challenged. The sun was coming up through the clouds, I had a bruised ass and blood stained thighs. I found my clothes amongst the clutter, my bag of stuff. I stuffed the dildo in the sack. I didnt dare pinch her wallet, she taught me she was more then capable of dispensing horrible punishment, thinking agian I grabbed her wallet and put it in my pocket.

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It was a Thursday night when my lover Morgana was staring out the window when I opened the door behind her. She didn’t turn around. She felt my hands rest on her shoulders. She still didn’t turn.

My hands moved quickly behind her. Holding one arm around her waist, I pulled her back against me, with my other hand hoisting up the back of her skirt. Her wonderful creamy thighs and magnificent ass cheeks were naked above her stockings. I cupped my hand over her pubis. “You’re dripping wet,” I said huskily.

She still didn’t move. “I’m always wet,” she replied.

She heard the zipper of my fly snap open, then with one hand in the centre of her back, I bent her over the windowsill. A moment later she felt me large and hard inside her. She gasped, her concentrated gaze out the window broken, her hands resting against the windowsill for support. She gasped again. A mew like groan came from her throat.

My hands grasped like vices against her hips as I rammed myself like a trip hammer behind her, shoving back and forth inside her. My voice was strong with triumph. “You love it.”

‘Yes, yes!’ she was almost screaming with a mixture of pain and pleasure. “I love it.”

“Good, no more sex until Saturday night with your bi-sexual, lipstick lesbian lover while I watch,” I told her. All week long I had been looking forward to watching Raeline, one of her bi-sexual girlfriends seduce her. Though probably not nearly as much as Morgana had been looking forward to being seduced by Raeline.

Saturday night has long been a favourite time for sex for Morgana and me. Roger. We are are both gender fluid and we both enjoy a sexual challenge. We have had countless variations of sexual relations on Saturday nights. So many variations that we seldom bother with or are offered missionary sex Three-ways with men, women, teenage girls and boys, Four-ways even. And we do enjoy others watching us having sex – performing, fucking for an audience.

Morgana and me both have a high sex drive and thrive on sexual excitement. We are both in our late thirties, attractive business professionals, sexually sophisticated, and gender fluid, bi-sexual.

Morgana has a wonderful body, good legs and hips, wonderful creamy thighs and magnificent ass cheeks, flat stomach, modest tits with long hard nipples when aroused. I am comfortable with her when she attracts attention from both sexes. Her best feature, to paraphrase people of both sexes who have licked and kissed it, is her beautiful pussy. I love to tell her the way she has it waxed for me is so sexy, a beautiful, neat, black triangle for me.

Morgana loves the excitement of flaunting her naked body for both sexes, and the reaction of men and women licking and kissing it as foreplay. Even more exciting if their partner is watching or tongue kissing her.

She is to please and be pleased sexually. The size of a man’s cock is important for her and she loves being licked, teased and edged by both sexes. We both enjoy having sex with an extra person or persons watching. And we really do enjoy some racy commentary during sex, an extra dimension.

Just after ten on the Saturday morning Morgana had her phone on speaker so I could listen in to the conversation. It was Raeline asking if she could bring a friend along that night.

“Who is your friend? Anyone we know? How old? Male or female?,” Morgana asked, obviously intrigued at the thought of having an extra person watching Raeline seduce her. Just as I was.

“I know what you like Morgana, your kinky sexual tastes and fetishes. I would love to bring my friend along for you. I don’t think either.you will be disappointed.”

The way Raeline said, ‘I don’t think either.you will be disappointed,’ had me intrigued as well as Morgana. By the end of the night we weren’t at all disappointed with Raeline’s friend.

Raeline arrived predictably late, increasing the tension. I had met her a number of times and we were most comfortable in each other’s company, both of us aware she wanted to seduce my lady Morgana. She was around the same age as us and a closet, bi-sexual woman. A gorgeous size-12 blond with a wonderful body.

When she arrived that night she was holding hands with a very attractive young man around twenty-five, James, she told us. A pretty, slim, blond boy with a small diamond earring on his left ear.

Morgana had wanted to impress Raeline when she arrived, making it obvious she wanted to be seduced by her. Killer heels, and a short skirt halfway up her wonderful thighs. She had told me, “I want you to masturbate your big thick, cock for me while Raeline seduces me. And I want you to impress her with the size of your cock. She was impressed when I told her how big you were. Bigger than her man she told me.”

“Hello my gorgeous baby,” Raeline told Morgana as they kissed with their tongues. “And who is your spunky, toy boy?”

Almost immediately I could sense there was going to be a change of plans as Morgana and me looked closely at the boy, telling him, “We are all friends and lovers here James. What happens here stays here. Feel free to indulge and participate.”

An electric moment when Morgana leant back against a table and slowly lifted her skirt, alternating her gaze between Raeline and the boy. Her power over the three of us at that moment was incredible, sexually arousing three people as she opened her legs to show us her beautiful pussy, no knickers, so sexy, a beautiful, neat, black triangle for us.

The boy and me watching Raeline kneeling to lick her triangle, her hands on her hips, the boy’s eyes like dinner plates while he watched. “My gorgeous, sexy baby, such a beautiful pussy for me to lick and suck. This is just a teaser for you and our men.”

I already had a hard on, a tent, from watching as I glanced at the boy to see if he had a hard on. He did, a huge tent in his slacks.

He had obviously taken Morgana’s words at face value. “We are all friends and lovers here. What happens here stays here. Feel free to indulge and participate,” as he slid his erect cock and balls out of his skin tight slacks.

I had intended to show Raeline my erection while she was fucking Morgana with her tongue, while Morgana and me were tongue kissing, to create a three-way. Instead we were on the verge of a four-way.

For me nothing much beats a new unexpected sexual encounter. I had been expecting and wanting to masturbate for my sexual relief that day, something I knew I would find exciting while watching Raeline seducing Morgana. Two wonderful naked, female bodies to admire while I bought myself off.

Instead I hadn’t realised the two women had decided they wanted to watch James give me a head job. Something I was comfortable with and flattered by, a much younger man giving me fellatio, wanting it, looking forward to, while two women my age watched a fifteen-years younger boy giving me a head job.

I was naked while they watched Morgana smear my body with oil, with special attention to my large, thick cock. The three of them watching my cock harden. The look of temptation on the boy’s face was priceless as he watched me slide on a cock ring and fasten it under my balls.

My non-too subtle way of telling James I wanted him to drain my balls while I was rock hard for him with the two women watching. Raeline teasing me as she licked my nipples, pinching them before James ran his hand along my erection.

“Enjoy him honey, enjoy your head job while Raelene and me watch,” Morgana told me as we kissed with our tongues. We were still kissing with our tongues when the women watched James slide my erection between his tightly pursed lips. The three of us moaning, “Oh wow,” in unison.

The first time ever a man had given me a blow job while I watched a woman seducing my lady Morgana. An incredible turn on while Morgana glanced at me and James. Asking, teasing, “Is he good honey?”

Morgana invited Raelene and her toy boy James around again for the following Sunday afternoon. Beforehand Morgana had told me, warned me, “I want to have James. Before I fuck him, I want him to worship my big ass. I want him to give me cunnilingus, tongue fuck me. Would you mind? As a quid pro quo Raeline would like you to fuck her.”

Raeline took the initiative when she arrived with her toy boy James. . “Hello my gorgeous baby,” she told Morgana as they kissed with their tongues, really kissed, using all of their tongues. “Are you going to fuck my spunky toy boy, while I fuck your hunky man? Yes?”

The two women were sitting on the couch opposite me and James, naked, legs spread, teasing each other’s already wet pussy’s with a fingertip. Wonderful eye candy for me and James while they watched us undressing for them. James concentrating on his gaze on Morgana, ignoring Raeline, while I concentrated my gaze on Raeline, ignoring Morgana.

The women watching our cocks harden into erections for them as we smeared our nipples with oil, before we clipped our cock rings under our balls.

Raeline and me were watching when Morgana followed through on her warning to me. “Before I fuck you James, I want you to worship my big ass. I want you to give me cunnilingus, tongue fuck me.”

Wow, watching James worshiping Morgana’s big ass before he tongue fucked her was incredible foreplay while Raeline stroked my raging erection. Any jealousy or envy I had with James fucking my lady was quickly dispelled when I slid my erection into Raeline.

A strange, though exciting feeling fucking my lady’s bisexual lover, her lipstick lesbian while my lady was fucking her toy boy. So pleased James was spent while Raeline and me fucked for another ten-minutes. Previously Morgana had watched me fuck another woman, though never with a toy boy standing alongside her with a hand on her ass. Wonderful extra stimulation for Raeline and me.

Raelene and James were due to visit for a third time the next Saturday night. This time the two women wanted to give the two men a head job. Raelene for me and James for my lady Morgana.

On the Friday night before Raeline and James invited us to be their guests at a club we didn’t even know existed. It was a nonde*********** building without any signage on a secondary road with a car park at the rear, though we made a point of using a Uber.

The interiors were befitting of a five star hotel, with drink prices five or six times we were used to paying. Apparently, d espite the huge membership fees there was a waiting list to join. All of the people in attendance were smarty dressed, some of the women looked incredible in alluring, revealing outfits. Some of the women were accompanied by much older men. Some of the older women with young men in tow.

When the show commenced right on nine, we quickly overlooked the drink prices. The first entertainment proved to be just a warm up to what was to follow.

Drop dead gorgeous men and women performing all matter of erotic sex acts. Men with huge erections. Women with magnificent tits and asses.

Morgana and me were especially turned on by an incredibly well hung teenage boy fucking a woman old enough to be his mother. And the teenage girl fucking a man old enough to be her father.

Though the show stoppers had to be the man with the biggest erection we had ever seen being fucked by a woman with an ass to die for. Worshiping her ass as foreplay. Riding him, using him, clenching her ass cheeks, talking dirty to each other.

And two men sixty-nineing. Both with huge erections, they must have each been ten or eleven inches. The sexual tension all night had been immense but these two men had raised the sexual tension to new levels. A number of the men watching had obvious erections, while some of the women had a glazed look on their faces as they wiped a hand over their man’s crotch.

What a build up to our night the very next day, our third Saturday night with Raelene and James. This time the two women wanted to give the two men a head job. Raelene for me and James for my lady Morgana.

Just after ten on the Saturday morning Morgana had her phone on speaker so I could listen in to the conversation. It was Raeline asking if she could bring a friend along that night.

“Who is your friend? Anyone we know? How old? Male or female?,” Morgana asked, obviously intrigued at the thought of having an extra person watching the two women giving the two men a head job. Raelene for me and James for my lady Morgana.

“I know what you like Morgana, your kinky sexual tastes and fetishes. I would love to bring my friend along for you. I don’t think either.you will be disappointed.”

The way Raeline said, ‘I don’t think either.you will be disappointed,’ had me intrigued as well as Morgana. By the end of the night we weren’t at all disappointed with Raeline’s friend.

What an entrance the three of them made for us. Raeline’s new friend was a drop dead gorgeous brunette woman. She was stunning in heels and a short, tight black dress, with immaculate make up, her dress highlighting her curvy body. Licking her collagen lips as she held my gaze. Are we going to have another change of plans tonight, I wondered?

“My name is Rosanna,” she told Morgana and me as we both kissed her by way of greeting. She had all of us hanging to her every word while she explained, “I was born in Asia, with a Thai mother and an Australian father. I had an exciting and erotic life while growing up.”

“You certainly did honey, you are an incredibly erotic and erotic woman. We are all friends and lovers here Rosanna. What happens here stays here. Feel free to indulge and participate,” Raeline told her as they kissed with their tongues.

They were kissing even more passionately when Raeline whispered, “Do you really need that dress honey? It would look much better around your ankles.”

Rosanna had been stunning in her heels and her short, tight black dress, with immaculate make up, her dress highlighting her curvy body. Without her dress her curvy body in exciting, skimpy black lingerie was tempting for all of us.

Raeline was still kissing Rosanna when James stood behind her, kissing and licking her neck, then her back as he undid the clip on her bra, exposing her beautiful firm tits for us as she posed hands on hips. James was still standing behind Rosanna, kissing and licking her back as he undid the clips on the sides of her black thong.

It was Morgana who gasped as she spoke for all of us, “Oh wow, you have a beautiful cock Rosanna.” She was correct, Rosanna did have a beautiful cock, so tempting for Morgana and me as Raeline and James stood back.

“Do it for me baby, give Rosanna a head job, one of your unfilled fantasies, while I suck her tits,” Morgana told me. Changing places after a few minutes, Morgana taking over my head job on Rosanna while I licked and sucked her tits with her hand on my erection.

Huge sexual tension as Morgana had Rosanna close to orgasm, talking to each other in the build up. Rosanna breathing heavily, just as I was, wanting to orgasm in sync with her. Wonderful eye candy for us while Raelene gave her toy boy James a head job while they watched us. For the first time in my life orgasming in sync with a tranny. Wow!

“I think we still have some unfinished business, does next Saturday work for you,” Raeline asked she departed with James and Rosanna.

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“This a pic of a lady visiting from England with her secretary / minder,” my agent Ada emailed me. “You might not recognise her from the back view in that pic, but you will recognize her immediately when you meet her. She is not a famous as she once was, but still very well known.

“Forty-years old, wonderful slim body. Look at the way she is posing with her hands over her her head with all that gorgeous bare flesh of her back on display. She knows how to pose, those two thin, low leather straps, around her naked back are intriguing. And that gorgeous tight ass in those obviously expensive, skin tight leather slacks, with a zipper along her ass crack is to die for.

“Not quite the usual size 12-14 women closer to fifty you service, but very appealing. I would be very happy to have her, and she me.

“Her secretary was most forthright, she told me she hadn’t had a fuck since she arrived in Australia almost three weeks ago. She also asked if you were really ten-inches. Of course I told her, the information on our our website has been verified. Does three this Friday work for you in their hotel?”

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

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

When I arrived at the hotel her secretary / minder met me in the foyer. Her name was Jenni she told me. “Penelope is gender fluid, so am I, we are the same age and casual lovers in case you were wondering. She is hanging out for a good fucking from a really well hung man.

“Do you mind if I watch? Penelope is a very exciting lover,” she asked as the elevator reached level-fifty. Their suite was huge and luxurious with views for miles. “Penelope is not quite ready for you. Can I watch you shower,” Jenni smiled as she handed me a hotel gown.

My strong exhibitionist streak enjoyed undressing for Jenni as she sat on a bathroom stool watching closely. “Wow, even flaccid you are huge.”

I did enjoy teasing my cock with a fingertip for her as I held her gaze.

“Your agent Ada told me you can get it up twice in a session. I would love to give you a blow job after you have fucked Penelope,” she told me as she crossed her legs for me while she watched me tease my cock to a thick, ten-inch erection.

“Penelope will be ready now,” she told me red faced and obviously aroused as she helped me back on with the gown. “Don’t worry about the belt, I want you to make a strong first impression on Penelope.”

There was Penelope posing in front of a wall length mirror, exactly the same pose as the pic Ada had emailed me. Hands over her her head with the gorgeous bare flesh of her back on display. Two thin leather straps, low around her naked back were intriguing. Her gorgeous tight ass in obviously expensive, skin tight leather slacks, with a zipper along her ass crack is to die for. I want it, I must have it.

“Hello Penelope, you are just gorgeous,” I whispered as I kissed and licked her back with a hand on her ass.

“And you are huge, you really are ten-inches and thick,” she told me with a hand on my erection poking out of my gown.

“I told Jenni to tell you I am hanging out for a good fucking from a really well hung man. My public persona is a classy lady. In the bedroom I am a whore. I want to be your whore. Do you mind if Jenni watches? Better still would you like to Jenni watch,” she asked as I slowly slid down the zipper between her ass crack.

“Would you like me to help?,” Jenni asked before she helped Penelope’s skin tight slacks down to her ankles, then off before she helped her put her heels back on.

“Your tight, firm ass is just gorgeous, a huge turn on,” I whispered truthfully as she parted her legs and I licked and kissed both her ass cheeks as she clenched them for me.

The two thin leather straps, low around her naked back were part of an elaborate cup-less bra I learnt with another strap around her neck as I removed it. “C-cup,” she told me as I feasted on her nipples, I do like large tits on a small woman.

“Now my cunt, lick my cunt while Jenni watches.” She had me on my back as she slowly lowered her very wet, almost bald cunt lips onto my eager tongue. “Fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt, fuckamycunt with your tongue. I love it, just fucking love it.”

“I need a fucking, a really good one,” Penelope told me again, still on my back as she slowly lowered her very wet cunt lips onto my very hard and thick ten-inch erection. “I want all of that in me, right up to your balls. I love it, I am fucking a thick, ten inch cock for the first time in my life. I am a whore, a fucking whore in the bedroom. I love it, I love it all.”

“Is that what you wanted Penelope,” Jenni asked her as they passionately tongue kissed while she was using me.

“You know it is, keep kissing me until I orgasm”

“A reminder Michael, your agent Ada told me you can get it up twice in a session. I told you earlier I would love to give you a blow job after I have watched you fuck Penelope,” Jenni told me in the afterglow after the three of us showered together.

“Is there anything I can do to help you achieve another thick, ten-inch erection for my lesbian lover? You know she wants to give you a blow job while I watch,” Penelope teased as she looked at my flaccid cock, while she sat naked, with her legs spread on the toilet seat. “I learnt long ago some men, and some women, find watching me pee a huge turn on.

“A huge turn on, look at you,” she smiled, pleased with herself as she slowly commenced peeing. “So pleased you like watching, ever so pleased,” she told me as Jenni stood behind me, naked and slid a hand along my cock.

“Michael is the biggest man we have ever had Jenni,” Penelope whispered as she watched Jenni expertly sucking my cock to a rock hard erection. “Anything else I can do for your sexual pleasure while I watch my lover giving you a blow job Michael?”

“Lick and suck my nipples while I feel your gorgeous tight ass cheeks.”

“Happy to oblige. Anything else?,” she asked as she tongue kissed me with the tip of her tongue.

“Sit on my face, I want to lick your cunt lips while you watch Jenni sucking my cock.”

Absolutely exquisite sex with her ass in my hands, licking her to orgasm while her girlfriend did the same to me.

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Both young ladies continue to spend quality time with their moms.

POV: Maria

Both Rose and I kissed each other’s moms for about twenty minutes straight. I couldn’t help, but to look at Rose and my mom from time to time. It all created the perfect storm of sexuality where the taboo aspect of it still made it quite hot.

‘Even as I’m not actually related to Kate, it still feels like incest. Maybe it solely because she is my godmother or that my mom is making out with Rose right now. Who the hell knows? Kate has always been like a second mom to me, and she never had an issue with me calling her ‘Mom’ from time to time. So, essentially, she is my second mom, but she is technically my godmother. I guess that’s why it still feels like incest and my pussy is acting like a cum faucet. And damn, Kate must really love me, she is also caressing my butt cheeks like I really am her daughter.’

Although, after those twenty minutes, Kate gently pushed my lips off hers. We just looked at each other for a moment as Rose, and my mom kept going at it. It wasn’t clear what Kate was thinking, but as I tried to talk, she shook her head no. I slathered my lips for a few seconds, but then her hands made the trip over onto my boobs.

She stayed back, maintained eye contact with me and squeezed my melons somewhat too. That alone made me twitch slightly, but then she calmly leaned up towards me and kissed me once again. Her head dropped to my tits and instantly began licking my right nipple. 

“For fuck sake, Kate,” I moaned, placing my hands on her head. “That’s is a superb feeling, so I can only imagine that you, my mom and your daughter could pull off.”

Kate’s mouth came off my nipple. “Maria, you can call me ‘Mom’ if you want. You have before, so I don’t mind.”

“Although, my biological mom is right there, so it feels weird.”

I peeked over at my mom and Rose, and their lips parted too. “Don’t worry, sweetie. You may call Kate ‘Mom’ all you want. Or, just call her ‘godmother’ if you want, Maria. We’re all family here, even though you aren’t genetically related to Kate and Rose. Neither of your moms will get upset with you for calling either of us ‘Mom,’ or anything else like that,” she explained before she leaned towards me.

She kissed me for a moment as I was sure both Rose and Kate were watching closely. I had to shed a few tears and enjoy the mother/daughter incest to highest possible pleasure. That came from both physical and emotional spikes, but of course, my emotions were most important.

She lightly took her lips off mine. “Maria, you are the single most important person to me in the world. I know I’ve said that before, but I want it tattooed in your head. I’m also positive that Rose and Kate are the most important people to each other too. Don’t worry about a fucking thing, dear daughter,” she advised me before leaning back. “Well, except this: make your godmother feel good.”

“Okay, Mom,” I said before I looked back at Kate.

I kept my eyes on her for a moment, but I had to shed more tears. “You aren’t taking back your proposal, are you, Mom?” I questioned, peeking back at my mom.

“No, of course not, angel. I love you, and want you in my bed forever; nothing will change that. Now, why don’t you show your second mom how well you’ve perfected the art of pussy eating? Let her know how much you love her, fair enough?”

 “Yes, Mom,” I said before I kissed Kate one more time.

Rose wasted no time in prepping herself for the same action. I grinned at her for a few seconds, but I found myself speechless again. She just blew me a kiss and calmly brought her mouth to my mom’s pussy.

“Oh, shit, Rose, you are even better than I remember,” my mom moaned, placing her hands on her head. “Fuck, Maria, get busy already. Don’t let your godsister show you up, and make Kate feel good.”

I couldn’t resist the urge to glance at Rose again and see her devour my mom’s cherry as if she was at all an all-you-eat buffet.

“No fair, she already had experience, she was in that video.”

Kate rose up to me, placed her palms on my cheeks and kissed me. “Neither of your moms will ever stop loving you, just like she said. Now, taking her other words under advisement, make your second mom feel good,” she suggested before she slanted herself back.

My eyes examined her body again, and fo curse I loved what I saw. I heard my mom moaning yet again, so I knew Rose had gotten back to business.

“Okay, here I come, godmother,” I warned her before I nonchalantly lowered myself to her pussy.

I let my tongue out and immediately began licking it for her.

“That wasn’t so hard, Maria,” Kate mentioned, positioning her hands on the back of my head. “I’ve heard your mom brag about you, so bring out your ‘A’ game. Rose is certainly doing that, so don’t let her show up as you pointed out.”

From one moment to the next, there were two horny MILFs moaning on the couch as we two younger women were eating them out. I tried my best not to pay much attention to Rose and my mom, but it came as no easy task.

When Rose ate me out, I just tried to take all the pleasure and deal with it the best I could as my mom held me. This time, I was doling out the pleasuring to Kate, so I felt more on display as the one trying to show off so to speak.

“Son of a bitch, your daughter, is phenomenal, Lil,” Kate moaned, caressing my head.

“And your daughter is great too, Kate. I don’t know what is going on with Chase, but she seems good enough to leave him for I must say. She is a great fuck, and a perfect daughter too. So, you better hang onto her.”

Kate didn’t respond to that, but that was her boat. I was just busy showing off my pussy eating skills as my mom put it. I had no idea just how far we’d go considering Kate’s infidelity, but I didn’t care at the moment.

I let my tongue fling around her pussy walls nonstop as I moved my face back forth ever so quickly from time to time. Seeing Kate twitch around and hearing her praise me felt quite enticing, so the thrills followed inside me.

I didn’t even picture her as my real mom, just my alluring godmother that seemed to love me as if I was her own. I didn’t hear any actual words, just pleasurable moaning coming from both of my mom’s mouths.

For the time being, I kept my hands down on the floor and solely used my mouth. I didn’t see what Rose was doing, but I had to envision she had her own thing. I had no idea just how much sex Rose and Kate had, but they definitely demonstrated a sexual connection that wasn’t just from love.

“My juice is bubbling now, dear goddaughter,” Kate moaned, rubbing my head again. “Fuck,  you’re dynamite. I love you.”

“I love you too, godmother.”

“Then use those fingers too, Maria. I know how soft they are, and they’ll make my lips down there feel so much sexier. Don’t tease me, be my sexy goddaughter, okay?”

“Okay,” I responded, bringing those fingers to her lips down there.

I kept my hands on each side of them and did indeed fondle her pussy lips ever so softly from time to time. My tongue never vacated her slit, but I fulfilled her order. I kept my eyes on her the entire time, but could fight the temptation to ogle her.

‘Its not just your boobs, or that pretty face, Kate, but its you that I love. I guess it is the same way you feel about Rose. I don’t think I ever thought I’d be eating out a woman, even after watching endless hours of lesbian porn. I guess it is the incest, that is the only thing that makes sense. And your juice tastes just as good as my mom’s, but maybe even a little bit better.’

I continued to brush her lips down there as softly as I could in that position. I really had no idea how long I could go on or even just how much pleasure Kate could take. Although, I’d be proud to call her my girlfriend as well, which made me want to make her cum that much more.

“The lesbian force is quite strong with these two, Lil. Yes, yes, yes, Maria, tongue that clit as the hot chick you are: the one that can please any woman at any time. Lick it hard, lick it so damn hard that I have to splatter your face, sweetie.”

I kept at it and made her feel good. No one said a word for some time after that, but both Rose and I made the two MILFs moan, breathe heavily and jiggle a bit too. My fingers stayed on her pussy lips and caressed them for some time.

I desired to pleasure her well, but not too well so to speak. I had no idea at the time if I’d ever have sex with Kate again, but right then I just wanted to make the sex last for as long as I could. We looked directly into each other’s eyes and into one another’s souls too.

With each passing hit from my tongue on her pussy walls, I felt just a little bit more love for her. Nothing and no one could take it away, and it couldn’t have been more evident that we all loved each other more in a family like way.

After another couple more minutes, I felt a finger on my shoulder. I let my tongue out just enough so I could peek over towards Rose. I noticed that her hand was out, and then I nonchalantly grabbed onto it.

We held hands as we ate out one another’s moms. It seemed as if we needed to be closer, but we didn’t, so it was just more incing on the cake. It seemed just to be the intense love and intimacy that made us love each other even more.

I did notice that our moms scooted slightly closer to each other so we could move closer to one another too. That made us apply pressure to one another’s hands and put even more effort into pleasing each other’s moms also. I sucked on Kate’s lips and got direct access to her juice once again.  

“Oh, fuck yes!” Kate howled, leaning forward and pulling my hair somewhat. “I love that, you sexy bitch, suck on those lips. Suck on them like they are two squishy pieces of the sweetest candy you could ever imagine,” she moaned, lying back down. “Give me a fucking kiss, Lil.”

I watched them exchange a kiss once again, but their lips stayed together for more than a minute. Rose and I held hands the whole time, and we transferred the love like two lovebirds.

‘Wow, I kissed her once, and now I feel the love flowing out everywhere. If we could literally see it, I’d like to think the floor would flood beyond belief. Kate had drenched my face with her juice, so I guess that might be good enough.’

“Holy shit, Kate, you may bring your dazzling daughter over here for fun whenever the hell you want. Come naked for all we give a shit, it is not like you’ll be keeping your clothes on for very long anyway,” Lil let out, mopping Rose’s head.

“Well, make sure you two are naked too then, Lil,” my mom pointed out, prior to parting her lips from hers. “Got it?”

“Yes, Maria and I will just stay naked all the damn time, just in case we get you two to visit. We’ll keep each other horny for you two as well, so we’re always ready to fuck. We’ll fuck you two as the turned on chicks we are. You just better be ready for us.”

“We will, lascivious woman,” my mom said before they kissed again.

They made out like the lesbo lovers they were, all the while, we just kept gratifying them in ways we shouldn’t have, but did anyway. Fucking each other’s moms was hot as hell, but of course, we knew it was wrong.

Although, the thrill had to come to an end at some point. Both of us just managed to make our moms be pushed over the edge just a little too much at the same time. Not that we planned it, but the hotness levels rose.

“We’re making these moms cum now, Maria,” Rose mentioned, failing to look at me. “They are both quaking the couch.”

We both peeked at them and saw their hands together as well. Needless to say, they seemed to need each other just as Rose and I. From one second to the next, I noticed that my mom let out her cum directly onto Rose’s face.

I only saw it out of the corner of my eye, because I found myself glaring at Kate’s pussy. She failed to make me wait much longer, so I endured the mighty force of a MILF’s load as well. I could never compare them, but Kate had the gift as well.

I allowed the hot female liquid bolt out and land on her intended target as well: my pretty face. I didn’t even want to make her shoot so soon, but I wasn’t disappointed with the results that I got. She submerged my face wholly, and my mom did the same for Rose. My eyes were closed, and I could only gather that Rose did the same.

The sexual nirvana from all four of us was perfect, and nothing could ruin it. Both of the MILFs just went on for as long as they could and let us cherish every single second of it too. After their pussies couldn’t dole out anymore, I noticed both of us stayed on the floor and let the cum dry. The whole time, Rose and I never stopped holding hands.  

“I love you, Maria,” Rose uttered.

“I love you too, Rose.”

We heard our moms kiss again, but soon after that, I felt Kate gradually get off the couch, wrap her arms around me. I peeked at Rose and saw my mom encase her arms around Rose as well. We both returned the favor to our godmothers and held them tight.

Rose and I exchanged eye contact from time to time as we just hugged those two lovely MILFs. No one said a word, but only because nothing needed to be said. The love and the actions spoke everything and put it perfectly.

Although, just before the cum dried up, Kate let go of me, but kept her hands on my butt. She smiled at me for a few seconds, but then her tongue dropped out, and she immediately began licking my face. I didn’t even fight the urge to look at my mom again.

“Our moms are cleaning our faces now; they must love us, Rose.”

“Just a little bit,” Kate pointed out, bringing her head back. “Are you two up for more?”

“Yes,” we both replied.

I saw Rose and my mom get down onto their butts and lazily position themselves in front of each other. They both separated their legs and moved towards one another, so their wet pussies came together.

Then they both lied down on the floor and began rubbing your cherries together. Neither of them looked at us and indeed seemed to be in their own sexual trance. I knew what it was, but yet, I found myself nearly dumbfounded as I saw it.

“Come on, babe,” Kate said, wrapping her arms around me from behind. “Your mom and my daughter are having their fun, don’t you think we should have some sexy fun too?”

“Yes,” I answered, turning around.

She kissed me once, but then she lazily lied down on her back. She signaled me to come to her, but as I leaned down, she shook her head no. She waved her hands as she glared at my snatch. I had to grin as the light bulb lit up.

I wasted no time getting into the position she desired she wanted me in the right above her face. I got onto my knees and let a small gap between my pussy and her face. Her hands instantly came onto it and rubbed both of my lips.

“Lick my slit, second mommy,” I strongly suggested, glancing right at her.

“Then touch mine, second daughter,” Kate recommended, caressing my lips even more. “Sex is now and has been a two-way street when two people are involved. It is the best sex you’ll probably ever have, so please your godmother just as I’m thrilling you as well. Don’t be afraid to touch any part of my figure, Maria. I encourage you to feel me to all of your heart’s desires.”

“Okay, second mom,” I muttered, prior to peeking back towards her snatch and reaching for it.

I touched it after a couple of seconds and immediately felt the juice drizzling out. Needless to say, my godmother had me vibrating a bit and craving for more. Feeling her tongue flinging all around inside my twat was a gift all on its own, but knowing it was her made it so much better.

“Play with my snatch, Maria. It is a wet toy, so have fun with it,” she proposed, reaching up to my boobs. “I love these, sexy lady. They are quite a sexy advantage to having a hot daughter. Well, you are my best friend’s daughter, and I’m like a second mom to you, but I love you as my own now.”

“Okay, godmother, quit praising me and eat that cherry for me.”

“Call me ‘bitch,’ woman.”

“Fine, eat my cunt, bitch,” I groaned through my teeth.

“I love you, Maria,” she giggled before bringing her fingers from both hands to it.

She spread out my beaver lips as far as they could go and then her tongue lazily made it’s way up in there.

“Oh,” I moaned, slanting my head up and closing my eyes. “I love you too, godmother. I can’t call you a bitch, or anything else bad, because are a queen. A queen I’d love to fuck over and over again.”

“Although, she is cheating on my dad though, so she is a harlot though, Maria,” Rose pointed out.

Kate failed to reply to that, she just grabbed onto my boobs even harder and let that slick tongue attack my pussy walls frequently. Sliding around going in just about every direction I could picture. Naturally, I couldn’t see it, but it still felt like she had more than one in there.

I tried to pleasure her the best I could by playing with those lips down there, but she made it next to impossible. I nearly felt to be paralyzed by the pleasure, but I tried with every fiber of my being to make her feel good too.

I received her juice faster than I ever had before as if it was just a squirt gun with an endless supply of juice locked inside just waiting to be drained to only never be enough. I knew she loved it, so I seemed to be enough for her. 

  

I knew that certainly because she had my juice draining as well. I couldn’t stop her, nor would I want to, but the pleasure seemed to be building up rather quickly. After a few minutes, I stopped my attempts to please Kate, I just leaned back and held myself up so I wouldn’t fall.

“Oh, fuck yes, second mom, that feels so good,” I cried, shaking around. “Only you and my first mom can eat me out like this; you are perfect.”

“Let me do it again sometime then, Maria,” Rose pointed out. “I can fuck a woman with my eyes closed. If you’d give me five minutes alone, I guarantee you I’d make you feel better than a whole new woman. You’d have an orgasm so powerful; you’d think you were invincible.”

“I’m sure you’ll get another chance, Rose,” I let out, failing to glance at her. “Maybe our moms will let us have some time alone after today.”

“Hell yes, you two should fuck the shit out of each other. With your mouths, fingers, eyes and maybe even a big purple dick. I can tell you from experience, my biological daughter here has a couple of nice holes to stick a dildo into, Maria. I’m certainly up for sharing my daughter if you share your mom with me. Although, you’d have to let us watch you some time too,” Kate explained, caressing my slit lips.

“Okay, second mom, I’m fine with that.”

No one said anything for some time after that, but we all stayed active. I forced myself to rub Kate’s pussy lips again as she allowed her tongue back onto mine. She licked them in full strokes going from bottom to top numerous times.

She got right back to making me want to scream and just flat out want to move around like I was on a maniacal bull. I managed to keep my position, but of course, it was no easy task for Kate to keep fucking me flawlessly.

With my pussy moving back and forth, she had to follow it, but she managed to keep her tongue inside it the whole time. I had to commend her for that, but I knew my mom was slightly better. I wasn’t about to say that though.

Kate’s hands also stayed on my tits the whole time too, almost as if they became glued together. As I became more and more uncontrollable, she even seemed to apply more and more pressure to them as well.

It felt somewhat uncomfortable, but of course, the gratification her tongue kept depositing directly to my twat was well worth it. I couldn’t see my mom or Rose, but I suddenly heard nothing else from them.

It seemed weird, but I had that gratification to deal with at the moment. The incredibly hot thrill was indescribable. As always, the emotional high from the whole situation stayed at the to too, like winning the emotional lottery.

‘I can’t shake it from my mind, because I just have those pre-existing relationships with all three of these beautiful women. Whether I ever thought I’d be with any of them is just irrelevant at this point. I’m fucking all of them it seems, and all four of us seem to have one another under our sexual spells. I’m quite sure there are no antidotes for anyone, not that anyone would take it if they got the chance.’

I abruptly felt Kate’s hands drop off from my hooters, so I had to open my eyes. “Oh, hi, Rose,” I greeted her, peeking at her. “And you, sexy mommy,” I said, glancing at her too.

“Hi, ravishing daughter,” my mom addressed me before placing her palm on my boob.

She rubbed it for me as I felt another set of hands on my other breast. I had to glance at my other side to see Rose there, smiling at me. She couldn’t resist the urge to kiss me, so right after that, she smirked at me too.

No one said a word for over two minutes as I just felt the emotional pleasure soar even more. Added with the pleasure from Kate’s tongue, my mouth suddenly opened wide. I had to slather my lips entirely as my eyes took turns peeking at all three of them.

“I think Maria likes this, Rose.”

“Yes, but let’s go in for an even better kill,” Rose agreed before taking my nipple into her mouth.

“I like that,” my mom said before doing the same with my other nipple.

“Me too, you dazzling floozies,” I moaned, placing my palms on both of their heads. “There is nothing wrong giving a woman a triple dose of lesbian incest luxury. Even though two of aren’t genetically related to me, it is still incest for all three of you. I’ve known all three of you pretty much all of my life, so incest by default, I guess. Whatever you want to call it, but I love all three of you very much,” I let out, caressing both of their heads. “Although, fuck it, I love you so incredibly much more now, Rose,” I said before I smooched her forehead and turned my head back to my mom. “Only my biological mom can take that top spot. You know me literally inside and out, and no one can dethrone you.”

Our eyes stayed on one another for a moment, and we said nothing for a moment.

“Are you crying, Mom?”

Her mouth came off my nipple, and she kissed me. “Just promise me that no matter what happens, you’ll always be my loving and sexy daughter.”

“I promise, Mom.”

“So, am I a better nipple sucker than Rose?”

“I don’t know,” I replied, placing my hand back on her head. “Why don’t you find out for me?” I questioned before pushing it back to my nipple.

Suddenly, I slanted my head back and endured all the pleasure all three of them were giving me. My nipples were the right size for my boobs, so they could easily suck them into their mouths. They weren’t shy at about sucking the life of them, they went to town and thrilled me beyond belief.

Their soft lips were already massaging my skin there, but I also felt their slick tongues making my nipples fling nonstop too. Once again, I felt frozen, but still with the ability to breathe and touching on those three places on my body.

Added with Kate’s tongue still slithering around inside my slit, they had me in my own personal heaven. Filled with sex, lust, and love to the max. I had no idea just how long it would all last, but I was more than ready to find out.

My next move was to solely fight at that point. I tensed my entire body up, so I nearly felt like my blood stopped flowing. I could still feel the pleasure quite well, but it simmered down just a tad.

Even as it made me slightly uncomfortable, I stayed like that as I tried to breath slowly, but consistently. Even as I knew we could fuck again, I just desired to have that sex session go on forever. I just pushed myself as hard as I could and threw caution to the wind.

‘They are defying my expectations entirely, not that I’m surprised, but son of a bitch. I’m not sure I could even form the right words to praise them at this point. It is amazing, and they are all making seem like a blur. I know this all happening, but now I’m not sure I could list every detail here. For some odd reason, that might just be a good thing.’

Then I felt one of my nipples was vacated.

I glanced to my left and then Rose kissed me. “Do you really love me more than a godsister?”

“Yes, Rose. I wanted to bring up your video to you, but I certainly had no idea of how to do that. If my mom and I hadn’t met you outside when I kissed you, I might have tried something else.”

“Like what?”

I stayed quiet for a moment and took in a deep breath. All the while, she smiled at me lustfully and smooched my cheek a few times too.

“I might have brought my hands to the bottom of your shirt, and asked permission to take it off. If that went well, I’m sure I would have asked to see your naked body after kissing you for a few more minutes,” I explained before a pause. “Then I…” I said before she placed her pointer finger on my lips.

“Save it for our first date, sis. I promise I’ll let you do whatever the fuck you want to do to me, “Rose mentioned, rubbing my lips.

“I can’t wait.”

“Me either,” she added before her lips came onto mine again. “I only have sex on the first date with people I love.”

“During our downtime, do you mind if we watch your video, godsis?”

“Not at all, but I’m more than two pairs of lips, tits, and a butt.”

“Don’t worry,” I muttered, placing my palms right over her nipples. “I’ll discover you inside and out.”

“Kiss me again, Maria.”

I grinned and slowly made my way right back to her. I pressed my lips onto hers and let my hands slip off her bosoms, which made them clash together. My mom just backed away somewhat and watched us.

We kissed each other as lovers, continually letting our lips move and even letting our noses rub together as well. After a moment, we lazily let our mouths come off one another. We looked at each other and just slathered our lips.

I couldn’t resist the urge to scrub her melons with mine. I grabbed onto the sides of mine and let them stay right on hers, just going back and forth endlessly. I got her to giggle then her hands made the trip onto my back.

The intimacy showed again as I felt her caress my back while smiling at me lustfully. She couldn’t even attempt to fail to amaze me at that point. I could only assume that it was due to the whole situation, so I added to it by lowering my head to her nipple and taking it into my mouth.  

I sucked on those round, soft and pink nipples and I immediately felt her vibrate a bit and place her hands atop of my head. We looked right at each other as if we were just looking into one another’s hearts, souls and lives.

I had no idea just what she was thinking, but of course, it might have only been nothing considering I was pleasuring her nonstop. She caressed my head rather swiftly, and she seemed to have issues keeping her position.

I grinned as much as I could as I just watched the results. Although, I had trouble dealing with the same effects as Kate’s tongue literally didn’t stop moving for even a second. As I allowed my tongue to fling on her daughter’s nipple, her tongue embraced my pussy walls indefinitely.

I could only imagine just how much juice I let out into Kate’s mouth, but I knew it was a whole lot. Even as I sucked on Rose’s nipple with my eyes open, I still pictured the waterfall I unleashed for Kate. 

The sexual aroma it gave off was a great thing by itself, but as I knew I gave to Kate and my salvia to Rose’s nipple, I just found myself shaking even more and struggling to keep going. I didn’t want to stop, but the pleasure did take a toll on me.

‘They are another perfect mother/daughter combo. They can both please me beyond belief without skipping a beat. Oh, I had no idea mother/daughter incest could be so wonderful, but I couldn’t be more grateful that I could my mom masturbating to Rose’s video. I guess I have to be forever indebted to her. She fucked some hot MILF, and that started a chain reaction where we’re all naked in here having some sexy fun.’

“Maria, I have another nipple, and it is getting jealous.”

“Me too,” my mom stated, coming towards us.

I slowly let my mouth off her nipple and switched to the other one. My mom wasted no time and let her mouth on the one I was just sucking on. So essentially, both of us young women had two different females pleasuring us.

“I love this,” Rose moaned, placing palms on the back of our heads. “I knew it before, but it has always been a dream to have a mother and daughter suck on my nipples at the same time,” she let out, glancing at both of us going back and forth and brushing our heads. “You dirty lesbos, oh, how much I love you both for pleasing me the way you are right now. Fuck, I had no idea that a mother and daughter could have such intimacy together, but now I have it with my mom too. She might be cheating on my dad, but she is doing it with me. She is pleasuring me every single time my dad is out of the house. She goes down on me or fucks me with a strap-on. Sometimes we hold each other naked and feel each other’s bodies. So, it isn’t even always about the sex, just the mother/daughter taboo. Seeing my mom walking around naked can be just as rewarding as seeing her down at my slit munching on it. I certainly hope it works out for you two because I know from intense experience just how great it can be. Being with the woman you love most in the world, even if it didn’t start out with that kind of love. It is unreal isn’t, Maria?” she pondered, stopping on me. “I’ve felt that tongue that is inside your pussy well over a thousand times by now, so I know how you are feeling right now. Don’t worry, let those tears out, I know you are trying to prevent them coming out, so allow them to shed.”

As if it was possible, the emotional rise went up even more. I had to close my eyes to deal with it because I felt my defenses just shattered beyond belief. After only a moment, I couldn’t even suck on Rose’s nipple.

Between her words, the physical feelings and everything else, they had successfully deadened me. I couldn’t believe it, but yet, it happened at least to some extent. I just breathed as heavily as I could and just waited for that clock to run out.

“Don’t worry, sis,” Rose mentioned, bringing my head up. “I still love you,” she made clear before kissing me and leaving her palms on the back of my head.

My lips couldn’t move, but her lips did all the work for us. I still felt the intense pleasure overloading me, which made me shed tears, shake, but just love Rose even more. It was unreal, but I knew my feelings were valid, even though we all seemed to be in a sexual trance.

“Tell me you love me, Maria,” Rose moaned.

“I love you, Rose.”

“Are you going to cum all over my mom’s face?”

“Yes,” I groaned, taking my lips off hers. “I’m going to do it now,” I sobbed, covering my face with both hands.

I felt hot as hell physically and just on top of the world mentally. I couldn’t see anyone, but I found myself damn sure that everyone was glaring at my pussy. I still felt Kate’s tongue on my slit, and just a few seconds later, I unleashed my pussy juice right to her face like a fire hydrant.

“Shit!” I screeched.

It felt so painful that it was pleasurable, and never before had I such a powerful orgasm. Feeling my cum squirting out wasn’t just coming from a physical place, but an emotional one too where I only desired it more than anything.

“Yes, douse my mom’s face, Maria. Do it as the sexy daughter you are,” Rose commended me, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me.

Her lips stayed on mine over the rest of the duration of my orgasm, so we both shook nonstop.

‘She is good.’

I knew it lasted for at least a minute, during which I shook as if I was in an earthquake and my heart just suddenly stopped pumping my blood. I knew it was a good thing in the end, but it still felt agonizing to a small detail.

After I finished, I backed my head away and let out a deep breath too. “Holy shit,” I muttered before a small breathtaking gap. “You three are intoxicating.”

“We know,” my mom pointed out, standing up and coming towards me. “Come on,” she offered, putting her hand out.

I took it and came up with her. We kissed once, but then her hand came onto my left cheek.

“Are you playing with my hair now, Mom?”

“Are you sure?” she pondered, slanting her head down.

“About what?”

“That you want to be with me? I know we have come a long way in a short time, so I just want you to be sure, that’s all.”

“Well, here is something: don’t you want a grandchild?”

She nonchalantly grabbed my hands and escorted me to the couch. I wasn’t sure what to think, but I went with it. She sat down first and invited me to cuddle with her. I didn’t make her wait, I just sat down, and she immediately encased her arms around me which made me rest my head on the tops of my breasts.

I noticed that it didn’t take long for Rose and Kate to do the same thing. No one said a word for over ten minutes, but of course, I just dropped that odd bombshell that needed addressing. I didn’t want to push the issue, so I just waited.

She also caressed my legs, arms, butt and back from time to time. It felt good, but I still felt the intense feelings in my stomach. I wasn’t sure what answer would even make me feel better, but I still needed her to utter one of two simple words.

‘What if she does want a baby with me? Which one of us would even carry it, and how would she want it to happen? A sperm bank maybe, but still, how would she feel comfortable? If she doesn’t want one, then are we just having fun until we either decide to stop seeing each other, or she can’t stay in the relationship. What if either of us meets someone else and then shit hits the fan? If I did give birth to one, she’d be the mother and the grandmother, would she be okay with that?’

I didn’t get those answers just by snuggling with her, I knew the whole act could be evident towards one solution, but I definitely needed something from her.

“So, Mom?” I asked, turning my head towards her. “Do you want a baby with me? Your flesh and blood daughter?”

She bit bottom lip, peeked away and even blocked her face with one hand. I still couldn’t get an honest answer.

I took a deep breath and got up. “So, Mom, I need you to tell me,” I said, shedding a couple of tears. “Do you want a baby with me?”

“Maria, can we not do this now, not in front of them?” she asked, leaning up towards me.

“Mom, what the fuck?!” I roared, stomping my feet. “We just had sex with them, and even you told me that they were family to us. They have every single right to be here right now, they may have their conversation to have considering Chase, but right now, I can only see you dodging the question.”

“Is this an ultimatum?” she questioned, getting up with me.

“No, of course not, but I need some answer. We need something to know about our future.”

“So?” she pondered, taking my hands in hers. “Are you confirming that you want a baby with me then?”

“I don’t know, Mom, but your lack of an answer is making me think that you might not be serious about me. We love each other to no end, but we know we’re committing to each other. Although, if you can’t give me an answer, maybe we’re making a mistake then. You aren’t married, and I have no one else, so maybe it isn’t right for us to be together. We both need to know what the other wants in the long term,” I explained before a pause. “I’m sorry I might be a drama queen, but you have to admit I have a point.”

“You do, Maria,” she divulged before she kissed me. “And you’re my drama queen too. I might be reluctant to have another baby because even though we have this relationship now, you are still my sweet daughter. Nothing can change that, but if you don’t even know, then how am I supposed to answer?”

I stayed quiet, but we kept our teary eyes on each other. Suddenly, the roles became reversed, and I found myself confused.

“Maria, will whether or not we want to do that make your decision if we break up?” she cried. “I don’t want to lose you. You are everything to me.”

She slowly wrapped her arms around me, and I did the same. We held each other not as lovers, but as mother and daughter. I couldn’t see Rose and Kate, but I could only imagine that they were eyeballing us and probably with tears flowing down their cheeks too.

We caressed one another’s backs for a few minutes, and nothing dropped from anyone’s mouths either. Even as we both knew Rose and Kate were family to us, maybe I knew having them there would change things a little for her.

After those four minutes, we let go of each other, but kept our hands together. Our lips stayed zip, but we didn’t make contact a few times. I wasn’t sure what to say at the moment, but after that, I just went right back to her and kissed her.

After a ten second kiss, my lips parted from hers. “I want you, Mom. You are my everything too, but I would like to know what it is like to hold a baby in my arms. I’m not saying it has to happen soon, or even in the next few years, but I’d like that to happen with us. Would you at least agree to that?”

“Yes, because it is an incredible feeling, but did you want to adopt or what?”

“I don’t know, let’s cross that bridge when we get to it. Right now, we should just focus that you want one with me.”

“Okay,” she said before she brought me back down to the couch.

We all stayed silent again and just enjoyed the intimacy. At least at that time, I had new information.

After another half hour, Rose and Kate calmly rose off the couch. “I guess we’re gonna head out and give you some time alone,” Kate mentioned, glancing at us.

I lazily got up too and went right to Rose. “I’m dead serious: I’d love some time alone with you some time, Rose. I know our moms and us do have an understanding,” I stated, taking her hands in mine.

 “Okay, Maria. If you get inseminated, your boobs will get bigger.”

“I hope so,” I replied before I kissed her.

Then they both grabbed their clothes and got dressed. No one said anything else, but my mom did come up behind me and envelope her arms around me.

They waved to us and then she turned me around. “Are you up for another round?”

“Yes, but could we just hold each other for a little while longer? Not as lovers this time, but as mother and daughter. I want to be with you as your lover, but I think we should keep our mother/daughter relationship alive.”

“We should probably put our clothes back on then, sweetheart.”

“Okay, could we kiss each other one more time before we go back?”

She just immediately leaned to me and pressed her lips to mine. We made out again, but as lovers of course for a few minutes as our boobs became clutched together and our relationship probably got into a slightly more complicated place.

After a five minutes make out session, her lips came off mine quickly. “Tonight when we’re sleeping together naked, we’re back to being lovers, right?”

“Yes, Mom. How about to the outside world other than Rose and Kate, we’re mother and daughter, but here until one of says differently, we’re lovers. When you help me with problems with friends or balancing my money, you are my mom. When one of us decides we want to be intimate, then we can cross that line into being lovers again. Sound good?”

“What about when we’re cuddling, and things get frisky?”

“Then we cross that line, but I think it is important for us to keep our mother/daughter relationship viable. I’m still going to need you to be my mom, that’s all I’m saying.”

“Fair enough, honey, but can you promise me never to stop loving me as your mom or lover?”

“Deal,” I said, bringing up my right hand with my pinky out.

She instantly did the same and brought them together. We held them together for a moment as we smiled at each other.

After that moment, our arms dropped and then she wrapped her around me again. “Would you prefer a boy or girl?”

“A girl, Mom, then you can be a mother’s mother.”

“Sounds good to me.”

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It was just two weeks after the female-fronted metal band Butcher Babies ended their nationwide tour opening for Marilyn Manson. The tour had been a huge success—on the surface, at least. True, most of the venues had had either sold out or come very close to the mark, but partway into the tour it became obvious that most of the concert-goers were there to see the famed Manson moreso than the Butcher Babies. Though they had gained notoriety and a loyal following of fans due in part to their music and in part to their near-naked live performances when they were first starting out, their popularity had begun to wane over the past few months when they signed on to a record label and stopped performing in just fishnet stockings, studded leather panties, and electrical tape over their nipples. The change hadn’t been a voluntary decision by the band, but rather “persuaded” to it by the record label. Though they had accepted to change their performance delivery, they weren’t happy about it, and clearly their fans weren’t either.

This was how Carla Harvey and Heidi Shepherd, the two lead vocalists for the band, found themselves sitting in their manager Dave Aguilera’s office in a long discussion on trying to figure out how to get their audience back, and even increase it tenfold. The rest of the band was in a practice session, held elsewhere so the din of the instruments wouldn’t disturb them. The guys knew that what and how the band chose to promote themselves relied solely on the ladies and so left them to it, waiting to hear from them when a plan was made.

“This fucking sucks,” Carla was saying, taking a drag from her cigarette and blowing the smoke through her nose. “We finally get a record deal, go on tour with Marilyn fucking Manson, and now everybody’s jumping ship because we won’t show our tits onstage? I mean, what the fuck?”

“Well, okay, not everybody’s leaving,” Heidi amended. “But still, we definitely aren’t getting as many people as we used to, or could be. The last few shows people were coming in the door just as we were finishing our set, so they definitely weren’t into us.”

“At least that’s better than half the people who WERE there and saw us from the top,” Carla countered. “Some of them were booing us so loudly I could hear them over Hank’s guitar and Chris’s drums. And did you see the arguments they were getting into with the people that were cheering for us? I thought a riot was going to break out a couple of times.”

“I thought once we got a record label and went on tour as an opener we’d get more of a draw,” Heidi said to Dave, who had been listening patiently to their grievances about their situation.

“Trust me, it’s not anything you’re doing that’s keeping that from happening,” Dave said supportively. “You girls and the guys have been great up there. Honestly, though, I think it’s something you’re not doing.” At the girls’ bemused expressions, he pulled up a webpage on his iPad and read the following: “’When girls are perceived as sexual or outspoken, they get labeled sluts, but we embrace those qualities and bring them to our music as well. Butcher Babies is true slut metal: We’re doing what we want, how we want.’ Those were your words, Heidi.”

“I know that,” Heidi said, rolling her eyes. “But I said that a long while ago, when we were just starting. And the record label told us they didn’t want us doing that kind of performance anymore, remember?”

“Of course I do,” Dave said, nodding. “But think about it. When you guys first came out, you were over-the-top and balls-to-the-wall with how you expressed yourselves. You made a name for yourselves as being ‘slut metal,’ and you stuck by it. Really, you two set the bar high for yourselves—and now you’re not meeting that expectation anymore. People want to see you bare it and tear it, and even though you’ve got the tearing part of it down, you’re not giving them everything they’re paying for.”

“Well, hell, it’s not like we asked to change our style,” Carla groused. “We were perfectly happy doing what we were doing. It was working for us…and we really were sticking up for ourselves and who we wanted to be.” Heidi nodded in agreement.

“And that’s the other part of it,” Dave said. “You guys aren’t happy with how the label is jerking you around with this, either. You aren’t doing what you want or how you want it.”

“So what, you think we should just quit with the label?” Heidi asked skeptically.

“Not at all.” Dave shook his head. “You guys only signed on in the last year, bailing out like this so soon would definitely put a stain on your reputation to other labels if you wanted to sign with them. No, I think you guys should stick with the label…BUT, also go back to how you want to perform and promote yourselves.”

“No way, they’d give us the boot as soon as they heard about it!” Carla protested.

“Not if you can prove that your way works out for them, both financially and in branding,” Dave said. “Look, you guys used to turn it up to eleven with your shows, with the nipple tape and the blood and all of that. You loved it, the fans loved it, it was win-win. I’m saying, what you need to do is go back out there and crank it up past eleven. Really show the people what it means to be ‘slut metal.’ And I’ve got a few suggestions on how to do it, if you’re interested.”

Both girls were silent, thinking about their manager’s words for a long two minutes. They looked at each other, sharing a silent communication. Carla raised her eyebrows, and Heidi seemed to consider further for a moment before giving a slight nod, the corners of her mouth turning up in a small smile.

They turned back to Dave. “What did you have in mind?” Carla asked.

* * *

A few months later, the Butcher Babies announced a live show at a venue in their hometown of Los Angeles, marked with the news that they would be performing all-new songs as their setlist. It was a medium-sized venue, bigger than what they started out with years ago, but not as big as what they had been playing at while on tour. It seemed like a good place to reveal their new (in a manner of speaking) direction, and hopefully not only regain and increase their former level of recognition from the fans, but also show the record label how profitable they could be to them while sticking to their own attitudes performance-wise. Dave’s initial suggestions had spawned many more ideas from all of the band members, with the present result being a combination of everyone’s. Of course they hadn’t told the label what exactly they had planned; hell, they had even fudged the tiny matter of what the content of their new songs would be about. Still, artistic pride and license had pushed them forward in spite of the significant risk, and they were ready to lay it all on the line. And if all else failed, at least they would go out in epic fashion with what they had lined up.

It was a good turnout; most of the space was filled with a mixture of fans and newcomers, all ready and eager to see what the Butcher Babies had in store for them. As they would soon find out, they were not to be disappointed in the least.

The lights dimmed and the raised stage lit up, illuminating the male members of the band as they started to play. The crowd cheered as Carla and Heidi strode up to center stage from the back, dressed in black leather tops and skirts, with knee-high boots on and holding microphones.

“What’s up, L.A.!” Carla shouted into the mic. “You guys ready to turn it up tonight?!” She flashed horns at the audience, who whooped and returned the sign.

“You know, we were just on tour with Marilyn a few months back,” Heidi said loudly so everyone could hear her over the music and cheering. “How many of you guys came to see us play at one of the stops?” There was even more cheering in response, with people starting to stomp their feet

“That’s awesome!” she continued. “But you know, we really missed L.A., we really missed you guys—” She had to pause while people from the crowd shouted out things like “I love you!” and “We missed you too!” before continuing. “And, fuck, we missed doing what we do best…” She looked at Carla, who nodded “Bringing slut metal to the masses!”

With that she and Carla took hold of their tops and ripped them off, exposing their completely bare chests—no electrical tape or cover of any kind over their skin. The two female rockers then tore away their skirts, revealing that they wore absolutely nothing underneath. Carla and Heidi stood there, showing off their new look to the audience, who were going absolutely nuts at the sight of them.

In addition to their bellybutton piercings, which they had had from the beginning, both of them had pierced both nipples, with Carla putting silver barbells through hers and Heidi sporting a pair of small golden rings. They had also pierced their twats, both of them now with studded clithoods, with Heidi having an additional third ring through her clit itself. They also had tattoos written in fancy script letting on their lower abdomens, with Carla’s saying “SLUT” and Heidi’s “WHORE.”

Both female rockers tossed their now-useless outfits into the audience, where they were grabbed and practically shredded into pieces as people tried to claim a part of it as their own. “We are Butcher Babies!” Heidi shouted out to the crowd as the two girls threw up horns and stuck out their tongues, showing off brand-new tongue piercings. “And make no mistake: we put the SLUT in slut metal!”

With that, the band started playing their first new song, “Fuck Meat”:

“Fuck meat, fuck meat, on the prowl,
Pump my cunt and make me howl.
Satisfying both our needs,
Fuck my ass until it bleeds!”

The girls were grabbing their tits and squeezing them, screeching the words as they headbanged, their hair flying. Heidi pulled hard on one of her nipple rings, growling loudly into the mic. Carla stood with her legs spread apart and her hips thrust out, slapping her cunt again and again with the rhythm.

“Treat me like a little bitch,
Use your cock to scratch my itch.
Fucking me just never ends
When you’re through I’ll fuck your friends!”

Heidi got on her knees at the edge of the stage, reaching out to high-five everyone who wanted one. Many people reached up to grope at her body, hands pawing her tits and feeling her cunt. One guy was even bold enough to stick a finger inside, and Heidi grabbed his wrist and pulled it up towards her lips, sucking his sticky finger in her mouth for a couple of moments before letting him go. Meanwhile Carla was sticking the end of her mic into her cunt, the wet sounds of it clearly audible.

“I’m fuck meat born and fuck meat bred,
I’m fuck meat ‘til I’m fucking dead!
Don’t need to pay to make you rock,
I’ll pay to suck your fucking cock!”

The song changed into the two girls screaming the title repeatedly at the top of their lungs, with the crowd joining in before the song ended. Immediately the band launched into their second song, “Bitches Scream While Bastards Cream”:

“Come in through my window, climb into my bed,
Wake me up and whip it out, and I’ll be giving head.
‘Your cunt tastes good,
your cum is sweet,
you’re giving me a tasty treat.
And when it’s done,
we’ll have more fun.’
And this is what my daddy said!”

Carla punctuated the words to the song by straddling one of the amps and humping against it. “Ahhh, yeah,” she hissed, feeling the rough surface of the amp slide against her sensitive twat. “This feels so good. I can feel the roughness on my goddamn cunt, and the music makes it pulse!” On the other side of the stage Heidi had grabbed their bassist Jason’s face and started a hot open-mouth kiss with him while he continued to play, the two of them sticking out their tongues to slide against the other obscenely.

“I don’t need no rubbers, I’m not taking pills,
‘Cause riding on you bareback is giving me a thrill!
Cum in me,
I’ll squat it out.
Just wanna hear you scream and shout
When you nut
Inside my butt.
‘Cause this is how I pay my bills!”

Carla stood at the edge of the stage, bent over so that her ass was sticking out towards the audience. Many hands were slapping her asscheeks, quickly turning it red. “Yeah, smack that slutty ass!” Carla shouted. “Make it fucking crimson before the night’s over!” Beside her Heidi was doing the same.

“Stick me good in every hole, I only aim to please,
You can put me on my back, or on my hands and knees.
Bitches scream
while bastards cream,
that’s my motherfucking dream.
So all you whores
Get on the floor
And spread your legs, don’t be a tease!”

The girls screeched out the last line of their song again, headbanging as the song ended. As the music stopped the crowd roared and screamed their approval, stamping their feet and clapping their hands. The air in the venue was hot and electric and the concert had only just begun.

Carla and Heidi had a glow of sweat on their bodies, which showed clearly from the lights on them. Though both were breathing heavy, they were far from tired; on the contrary, they were amped up and ready to keep going. Carla reached behind an amp and pulled out two bottles of water, passing one to Heidi before the two of them drank deeply. Heidi finished about three-quarters of hers and spilled the remainder of it down her front before tossing the empty bottle into the crowd. Carla did the same, only her bottle was still filled by about a third, and there was laughter as it splashed all over.

“You guys enjoying the show?” Heidi shouted. “You like our new songs?” The crowd roared its answer in the affirmative. “You want more?” Again with a very enthusiastic response.

“One thing, though, before we keep going,” Carla said. “I’m looking at all of you right now, and then looking at Heidi and myself, and I’m thinking, you guys are seriously overdressed for this shit.” There was laughter from the crowd. “Seriously, it’s hot as the Devil’s ballsack in here, and I know it’s not just from the room by itself.”

“So what we wanna see, before we close out tonight, is all you fuckers getting buck naked with us,” Carla continued. “Our show is only getting started, and we’ve got some hot and kinky shit planned, and part of that involves everybody going full birthday suit. The guys are gonna get naked later, we’re probably gonna take these fucking boots off—hang on.” She passed her mic to Heidi before bending down to loosen and kick off her boots, now standing barefoot onstage. Heidi passes the mics over to her to do the same as Carla continues. “Now we’re fucking naked as jaybirds, and we wanna see all you guys doing it also. Doesn’t have to be now, but before our final song is over, we wanna see that skin.”

“Don’t worry about how you’re gonna look,” Heidi said, taking her mic back. “We don’t give a fuck if you’re short, fat, hairy, or a chick with a dick—you’re all fucking hot to us already just by being here, and if other people laugh or complain, tell them to go fuck themselves!” That got a loud cheer and claps from the audience, and people were already starting to pull off outer layers of clothing.

“Our next song is for all the ladies in the audience,” Carla said. “Whether you’re a mother, a daughter, a sister, or a girlfriend, however many names you call yourself, you all share this one label in common…” She paused, then both girls shouted the title: “DILDO RIDER!”

The band started playing fast and heavy as Heidi reached behind another amp and pulled out two very thick black dildos about 10 inches long. She passed one to Carla, and they both started whipping the plastic shafts across their chests and stomachs with loud slaps in time to the music.

“I don’t want your kisses.
I don’t want your hugs.
I don’t want to see your face, you got an ugly mug.
Don’t show up at my doorstep.
Don’t call me on the phone.
Don’t send me pictures of your dick, I got my own at home.

Don’t have a dog to piss the floor.
Don’t have a cat that bites.
All I got’s a Rabbit, and it keeps me hot at night.
Don’t send me cards or flowers.
Don’t give me sweets and stuff.
I just need AA batteries to help fill up my muff.”

Carla grabbed Heidi and practically threw her to the stage floor on her hands and knees, facing the audience. The dark-haired rocker stood behind her, brandishing her dildo like a weapon before bending down and placing the tip of it against Heidi’s cunt. Heidi continued the song, holding the mic and her own dildo in one hand while glaring fiercely at the audience.

“I’m a fucking dildo rider, it’s what I’m all about.
When boys and men get wilting dicks, this dong never runs out.
So hear me when I say that it’s always without fail,
When I get plastic shoved in me, I lose my mind and wail.”

At this the music suddenly cut and Carla shoved the dildo into Heidi’s cunt, the blonde’s loud scream ringing from the speakers. Carla hammered it in and out for a good ten to fifteen seconds, managing to get over 2/3rds of it inside as Heidi squealed from each thrust, before the band jumped back in with the music. She flipped the blonde over onto her back and spun her so that everyone could see the large black sex toy jutting obscenely from her cunt. Heidi started sawing it in and out of her twat as Carla grabbed the other dildo from Heidi’s hands and continued the song.

“I’ll take it in my pussy and I’ll take it in my ass.
I’ll do it in my bedroom or outside on the grass.
And when I’ve made my asshole sore, my cunt lips start to sag,
I’ll stick it in my mouth and throat just to hear me gag.”

Carla opened her mouth wide and took the dildo in her mouth, pushing more and more of it inside as it slides down her throat. She started gagging almost immediately and pumped the dildo in and out of her gullet, holding the mic close to her mouth so everyone could hear her choking and gagging herself on the plastic shaft. Spit drooled freely down her lips and chin, and her eye makeup started running down her cheeks from the tears.

The song continued, but there were no more words, just gagging and squealing noises from the girls as they continued to fuck themselves with the oversized fake dongs. The music sped up, the girls matching the pace until Heidi screamed again, this time in orgasm as she came onstage, her body shaking while she pumped the dildo furiously. Carla jerked the dildo from her mouth, long strings of drool and throat slime attached to it, and slapped herself across her cheeks with it, making them red.

The song ended as Heidi pulled the dildo from her cunt and threw the cum-soaked toy into the crowd before Carla helped her up. There were calls for her to throw the other dildo. “Not just yet, pervs!” Carla shouted, leaving on the side of the stage for now. “We still need this for one more song later. Trust me, it’s worth the wait.”

“This next song is kind of a love song,” Heidi said. “About what happens when two people with a shared interest get together.”

The band started playing, a slower, softer melody at first as Heidi and Carla, standing a bit apart, started sidling up next to each other, not making eye contact, but reaching out to brush their hands lightly over the other’s skin. The music started grinding up as they got closer and closer together, their hands now running over each other before Carla grabbed Heidi’s face and kissed her, with Heidi responding instantly. The two shared an open-mouth kiss, their pierced tongues dueling almost in mid-air as the band kicked into high gear with “Scissor Sister”:

“Sugar and spice and all things nice, that’s what girls are made of.
Big fat tits and a soaking gash, that’s the kind of girl that I love.
I need a chick that gets me off, who makes me squeal and grunt.
Don’t matter if she don’t like dick as long as she eats cunt!

Scissor sister, scissor sister.
Lover from another mister.
Scissor sister, scissor sister.
She’s so hot she makes me blister.
Scissor sister, scissor sister.
I can’t wait to fucking kiss her.
Scissor sister, scissor sister.
I can’t wait to fucking fist her.”

Heidi pushed Carla onto her knees, standing in front of the dark-haired with her legs spread apart. She forced Carla’s face into her crotch, aggressively grinding against her mouth and groaning her pleasure at the feeling of her tongue.

“I’ll suck her goddamn milk jugs dry, I’ll swallow up her bush,
And when I’ve feasted on her twat, I’ll start in on her tush.
I know that it sounds sappy, it’s enough to make you spit,
But it’s fucking romantic when I’m taste-testing her shit!

Scissor sister, scissor sister.
We don’t need no fucking dick!
Scissor sister, scissor sister.
Just rubbing cunts until we’re sick!
Scissor sister, scissor sister.
Suck on clits just how we like!
Scissor sister, scissor sister.
We’re just two fucking lezzie dykes!”

Carla and Heidi got down on the stage floor, facing each other and drawing close so that their pussies were rubbing against each other, their legs intertwining. Hank started a hard, fast guitar solo as the two frontwomen started scissoring in time to the music. Carla grabbed Heidi by her nipple rings and held onto them for balance, with the blonde doing the same with handfuls of Carla’s hair. The two girls were screaming in both pleasure and pain as they ground their steaming twats against each other, almost banging them together at some points. They came almost at the same time, their hips shaking and pressing together so hard it hurt as they shrieked and cursed through their orgasms, cunt cream staining their inner thighs and legs.

The two girls collapsed as the song ended, drenched in sweat and gasping as the crowd roared its praise. All of the audience members had at least stripped down to their underwear at least, with around half of fully naked. The concert venue was becoming more and more like a free-for-all swinger’s club, as every man was sporting a hard-on and every women had tits and pussies swollen with arousal. Quite a few people were already giving into their lust as couples and threesomes were going at it with wild abandon. Even the staff had gotten sucked into it, ditching all professionalism along with their clothes as they joined in. The pretty bartender was bent over the counter, getting nailed in the ass by a male concertgoer while his girlfriend was on her knees blowing two burly security guys. Another male fan reached over the counter and grabbed a beer tap as the guy sodomizing the bartender pulled her body up into a half-standing position. Her tits and stomach were hosed down with foaming beer as she shrieked at how cold it felt against her hot skin.

Heidi and Carla got to their feet, grabbing more bottles of water and drinking them down before pouring more over their heads. “Who’s ready for more?!” Heidi shouted, and the crowd roared as they launched into their next song, “Blown-Out Asshole”:

“I got a problem and I really need a fix.
My asshole’s gaping open from too many dicks.
The damage is heavy, and I really have no doubt.
I have to use a plug to keep my ass from falling out.”

Carla got on her knees at the edge of the stage, bending forward and facing away from the audience so they can see her asshole. Heidi took the remaining black dildo from the side of the stage and brought it over, kneeling beside Carla and holding it at the entrance to her ass. She started pushing the dildo inside as Carla sings, her words punctuated by animalistic grunts:

“When I first got sodomized it made me feel alive.
I was barely legal and the guy was sixty-five.
He fucked it hard and made it bleed, I sucked him clean, and then
I kissed my grandpa on the cheek and said I’d come again.”

Heidi had half the dildo in Carla’s butt at this point, pumping it back and forth as she worked more of it in. Carla squealed like a stuck pig with each thrust, the noises she was making mixed in with the lyrics:

“I’ve taken boys and girls up there, I’m the perfect mate.
Any age or race or size, I don’t discriminate.
They use their cocks and use their fists, they really stretch me wide.
They film it all and play it back to show me my insides.”

Most of the dildo sawed easily in and out of Carla’s bowels, with only about an inch and a half left over. Heidi stopped trying to push more in, instead just pounding and jerking the toy as hard as she could. Carla’s anal ring puckered and flared with each movement and she screamed gutturally as her asshole was abused.

“So if you see me on the street, be sure to say ‘Hello.’
I’ll turn around and spread my cheeks to give you a free show.
“Cause I’m a girl you won’t forget, I’m making it my goal,
To meet someone who loves to rock and my blown-out asshole.”

Heidi yanked the dildo out in one motion, revealing Carla’s battered asshole stretched wide to almost 4 inches. Carla reached back and spread it further with her hands, showing off the inside of her ass. As Heidi threw the sodden dildo into the crowd, where a trio of girls grabbed at it and fell to the floor as they fought for a taste, Carla stuck her closed hand inside her ass, fisting herself for half a minute before pulling her hand out. Her asshole prolapsed and the audience cheered as they saw the raw, wet, reddish-pink flesh of her rectum exposed to them. Heidi leaned it and put her mouth over the rosebud of Carla’s asshole, sucking on it as Carla smeared her anal juices all over her own face as the song ended.

Carla’s asshole started closing back up, with Heidi helping by pushing her rectum back inside before the two got to their feet. The smell of sweat and cum was thick in the room as more people were stripping off the last of their clothes and public sex was becoming more rampant. “I can see plenty of you horny fuckers getting dirty and nasty with each other!” Heidi called out. “It makes us so fucking happy to see that, I love it!”

“And to everybody else who’s not screwing or getting screwed, we got a song for you too,” Carla said. “It’s called, ‘Jerk Off!’”

The band started to play, a thumping drum section accentuating the music:

“Jerk off!
Just to start the day.
Jerk off!
When you want to play.
Jerk off!
When you’re all alone.
Jerk off!
Or with friends at home.
Jerk off!
Give in to demand.
Jerk off!
Beat it using both your hands.
Jerk off!
Splooge onto the floor.
Jerk off!
Lick it up, don’t waste it, whores!”

Hank stopped playing and pulled off his guitar, moving towards the edge of the stage. The band had been wearing only boxers for the concert, and Hank ripped them off, his hard cock bobbing as he threw them into the audience. He started masturbating, pointing his cock towards the crowd in front of him as he worked his hand up and down the shaft in time to the beat. Carla and Heidi stood on either side, their legs apart and sticking fingers in their twats.

“Jerk off!
Squirting’s so much fun.
Jerk off!
Like a fucking water gun.
Jerk off!
Ain’t against the law.
Jerk off!
Go on, rub it raw!
Jerk off!
Work it twenty-four, seven.
Jerk off!
Feels like fucking heaven.
Jerk off!
‘Til you’re fucking blind.
Jerk off!
‘Til you lose your mind!

The girls and Hank let out primal screams as they started cumming hard, their hips cocked forward to drench the audience. Hot, sticky cunt cream sprayed from both pussies, showering over everybody in range, while Hank let loose with jets of semen spurting onto as many girls’ faces as possible.

As soon as Hank finished his climax, he quickly moved back and grabbed his guitar, putting it back on to resume playing. A final few drops of cum were hanging in a oozing string from the end of his cock, but he left it as is. Hank started playing a hard and fast riff, cuing the others to speed up also as Heidi and Carla jumped down from the stage to storm the audience with the crowd making room for them to pass, though many people reach out to grope their tits and asses.

“Let me see you jerk off,
let me see you pop.
Bust a nut or squirt your cunt,
the party never stops.
And if your arm gets tired,
your fingers get all numb,
just call a friend to help you out,
play with your junk to cum!”

Heidi stopped in front of a group of guys, all of them jacking their dicks as they stare at her body. “You wanna know what the best part of jerking off is?” she barked at them. “Having a target!” With that she dropped to her knees in front of them, sticking out her chest and spreading her arms wide. “Paste me, fuckers!” She flipped them off with both fingers while opening her mouth wide and sticking out her tongue, her piercing glinting in the light. The guys started cumming, grunting and cursing as they shoot their loads over Heidi’s face and chest. Thick wads of jism splattered across her cheeks and nose while ropes of it slopped onto her tits, dripping off her nipple rings and sliding down her stomach. Across the room Carla was getting the same treatment, with a few more guys grabbing handfuls of her hair to cum into before rubbing their sperm into her scalp like shampoo.

Onstage Chris and Jason abandoned their instruments and rushed to kneel at the edge of the stage, furiously jerking off to Hank’s hard and fast guitar solo. Chris came right in the face of a girl with a shaved head, temporarily blinding her as she took a shot to her eyes, while James sprayed his load into the mouths of two girls who looked like identical twins and who immediately started kissing hotly, swapping the precious semen back and forth.

Hank finished his guitar solo, ending the song, and Carla and Heidi stood up and took mock bows at the cheering throngs around them. Both girls had heavy amounts of cum on their bodies and they rubbed it into their skin as their male bandmates took a few quick moments to prepare for their next song.

“Hey Heidi?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“You look like such a skank right now!”

“Oh, thanks! I was going for that look!” Heidi responded in a valley-girl tone, and the crowd laughed.

“All right, enough of that bullshit!” Carla said, turning back to the audience. “Right now we’re looking for love…and to us, there isn’t anything we LOVE more than being made airtight!”

“Fuck yeah, there isn’t!” Heidi chimed in, and the band queued up their next song, “Three-Hole Romance”:

“I’m not a one-man woman, not a two-man witch,
I need three male fuckers to satisfy this bitch.
One to pierce my cunt, one shoved up my ass,
and one sticking down my throat just so I don’t sass!”

Heidi and Carla stalked through the audience, choosing male members at random and leading them by their cocks to the center of the room. Each of them took three, choosing one to get down on the floor on their backs. The two men laid on their backs, their cocks pointing straight up at the girls’ pussies as Carla and Heidi stood over them, dropping onto their knees and impaling their cunts simultaneously. The girls started riding them to the rhythm of the music.

“I’m a girl with needs that can’t be satisfied
Until my boyfriend brings over two more guys.
So don’t be fucking shocked if I won’t go out with you
‘Cause I’ll never say yes ‘til you bring the other two!”

Two other men got behind Heidi and Carla, with the girls leaning forward and spreading their asscheeks open. The men easily slid their cocks inside their asses and started pounding away, with the girls fucking back at them just as hard.

“Cupid didn’t strike my heart, he struck my wet pussy,
And then he struck my butt and mouth and always made me crave three.
So you can call me slut, or you can call me whore,
But I only take three ‘cause I can’t fit the other four!”

The remaining two men moved in front of their faces and started fucking their mouths, with their girls relaxing their throat muscles for easier penetration. The song continued as the mics picked up choked, muffled squeals of pleasure from the girls and the sounds of balls slapping against chins. It didn’t take long for the guys to cum, and they spurted their loads inside their respective holes, ending the song.

As Carla and Heidi got off the men they’d been riding, fresh cum running from their twats and assholes down their legs, Heidi shouted, “We got a couple more songs for you, and this next song’s gonna get nasty! You thought we were fucked up before, wait ‘til you see this!” With that she and Carla dropped their mics to the ground as they headed straight for the men’s room, pushing their way inside while others followed them. Those that couldn’t get through watched as two large TV screens, one on either side of the room, lit up, showing that the men’s room had had cameras and microphones placed all over the walls and were recording everything in high definition quality.

Inside the men’s room the orgiastic sex was continuing, with couples bent over sinks or pressed up against the graffiti-marked walls. A few were even on the filthy floor, rutting with abandon like animals. Carla and Heidi stepped over them as they headed for the stalls. As they stood in front of two closed stalls, they turned to one of the cameras mounted on the walls. “You wanna see how Carla and I unwind after a hard day?” Heidi asked. She and Carla slammed the stalls’ doors open, revealing incredibly filthy-looking toilets.

Puddles of old piss, used condoms, and crumpled toilet paper littered the floor, while lewd graffiti and crude images of obscenity covered the sides of the stalls. The toilets looked like they hadn’t been cleaned in weeks, with unknown stains covering the seats and inside of the bowls. Both toilets were nearly filled to the brim with piss, as though they were clogged and no one had bothered to fix them. With a devilish smile, Carla shouted into the camera. “Start the music, boys!”

With that the band launched into their next song, “Piss Whores”:

“Pump my pussy in the bedroom.
Get my ass slammed in the hall.
But I get really fucking turned on
When I get mounted in a stall.

You can put me on the dirty floor.
Make me crawl in the muck.
‘Cause when I’m covered in toilet scum,
That’s when I really love to fuck!”

Heidi and Carla got down to the floor and started rolling around on the floor, grime and filth sticking to their skin. Heidi scooped up a few used condoms and shoved them into her mouth, chewing on them as old semen oozed into her mouth. Carla dipped her face in a puddle of piss, turning her head side to side to get it all over. She then grabbed a wad of particularly dirty toilet paper nearby and wiped her face with it before sticking it in her mouth and sucking on it.

Heidi spit the chewed condoms from her mouth and continued,

“Bend me over the damn toilet
When it’s gold or when it’s brown.
Stick my head into the fucking bowl
And watch me drink it all down!”

With that she and Carla bent over double in front of their respective toilets, grasping the seats for balance as their asses were raised up. “C’mon, you goddamn bastards!” Carla yelled, the toilet paper falling from her mouth. “Get in here and fuck us like we want it!”

Two men pushed their way in to take their positions, shoving their cocks inside the girls’ assholes to the hilt in one go and starting to fuck them hard. The girls’ screams of pleasure were cut off as the men reached forward and thrust their heads into the toilets, piss sloshing over the rims as they did so. Back in the main room the screens cut to shots of Carla and Heidi’s faces, blurred with bubbles and tinted a heavy yellow—apparently there were cameras INSIDE the toilets as well, capturing the girls’ expressions. Though the picture was somewhat obscured with the tint and bubbling, it was clear that they were enjoying it immensely, as the source of all the bubbling came from the girls themselves, still shrieking in ecstasy into the piss-filled toilet bowls.

Every so often the men would pull their soaked heads from the bowls so they could breathe for a few moments before sticking them back in. Each time they were pulled out the girls had their cheeks swollen full with liquid waste, which they swallowed down before getting dunked again. At one point Heidi opened her mouth to reveal a medium-sized dark brown chunk on her tongue before she swallowed it whole. The men couldn’t hold back over the sheer depravity of the girls, and within minutes they were spurting heavy loads within their asses. They were replaced by two more men, and then two more after that, all of them cumming deep in Carla and Heidi’s bowels. The girls were cumming hard as well, gripping the toilets as their bodies shook from orgasm.

Back in the main room, the other band members were getting their share of the action as several female audience members had come up onstage. Jason was bent over while a girl with a spiked pink Mohawk spread his asscheeks open and drove her tongue into his asshole. Chris was having his cock sucked by two girls with dyed black hair as they traded his cock between their lips. Hank was on his back as a heavily tattooed girl bounced her ass on top of his cock. Surprisingly, the band managed to keep performing, owing to plenty of practice sessions when Heidi and Carla had done the same to them while they were playing.

The song was almost over as Heidi and Carla pulled their heads from the now nearly-empty bowls. Their hair was filthy and sopping, sticking to their scalps, while their eye makeup was almost gone, the last remains of it running down their drenched faces. The girls pushed out of their stalls and dropped to their knees in the center of the floor, arms wrapping around each other.

“The only showers we take are golden!” Carla barked. “Hose us down like we’re goddamn urinals, fuckers!”

A dozen streams of steaming hot piss rained down from all directions onto the two girls, spraying every inch of their bodies. Heidi and Carla rubbed it into their skin, mixing it with the drying sperm already there. Most of the pissers were men, although there were quite a few women there who added their own waste, aiming their hips and spreading their cunt lips as they let loose. One woman turned around and spread her asscheeks open, spraying piss from her bowels to the girls’ surprise. “Four fucking strangers just pissed in my ass!” she called out. “Thought you’d want a taste of it.” The girls did their best to catch as much as they could in their mouths, gulping it down.

Finally the song was over and the girls stood up, completely soaked to the skin and reeking of liquid waste. They made their way out of the men’s room back into the main room, where they were greeted with heavy cheers. “Thank you so much for coming out tonight, Los Angeles!” Carla shouted. “You guys have been a fan-fucking-tastic audience. Everybody have fun tonight?” There were more cheers; most people were all fucked out by this point, but still had the energy to see the concert to its end.

“We got one more song for you tonight!” Heidi said loudly. “And after tonight, do us a favor and tell everyone you know about what went on here tonight. EVERYTHING. Me and Carla and the guys loved putting this show together, and we’d love to do it for you guys again, and for more people also, so just tell people, blog about it, put whatever videos you got online—just spread the word, and Butcher Babies will bring slut metal to everyone!” The audience roared in approval.

“So we’re gonna do our final song for you guys,” Carla continued. “But first we gotta clean up a bit.” The girls made their way to behind the bar, taking two water taps and aiming them at each other. They started hosing each other down, cleaning the piss from their bodies, and even turned a bit of it onto other people nearby.

When their bodies were sufficiently cleaned, the girls left the bar and headed back to the stage, pausing only to pick up their mics from the floor. Reaching the stage, they sat on the edge of it instead of climbing back up, their legs hanging over the side. “Our last song is going to involve you guys…even though the other couple did also,” Heidi said, rolling her eyes good-naturedly at her statement. “But this one’s really special, it can’t work without you.”

With that, the band started their final song, “Knock Me Down, Knock Me Up”:

“Knock me down, knock me up,
I can’t ever get enough.
Stick your cock deep in my twat,
fill me up with creamy shots!

Knock me down, knock me up,
love the way you treat me rough.
Ditch the rubber, fuck the pill,
Spray my womb, just let it spill!

‘Cause I don’t give a fuck if you shoot off in my puss.
A ton of other guys have done it, so don’t be such a wuss.
And even if I got knocked up, I’d still be having fun.
You can find me six months later taking cock in pregnant cunt!”

“All you male fuckers out there, listen up!” Heidi shouted. “Any of you who can still get it up, get over here and fuck us good! Empty your balls in either of our gashes!” Though many of the men had wilted cocks fucked raw and dry, there were still some that managed to get it up once more, and they hurried forward, forming two mini-lines as Carla and Heidi got serviced again and again. The girls laid back on their arms, alternating between shouting encouragement at the men to pump their loads inside them and squealing in pleasure. Even the other band members got into it, taking turns one at a time to blast off inside the girls while the other two played.

The last two guys on the lines finished emptying their balls and staggered away. “Is that it? No one else?” When no one else came forward, the girls finished their song:

“We’re the Butcher Babies, we’re a metal band of sluts!
We take it deep in all our holes, we love every kind of smut!
So tell your friends and neighbors when we’re coming into town,
‘Cause we’re fucking each and every one, we’ll make the people drown
IN CUM!”

With the last lyrics of the song two gallon-sized buckets filled with semen were tipped over from a preset place by the ceiling above the two girls. A thick, white flood of goo fell onto Carla and Heidi, covering them from head to toe in sperm, as well as splattering thickly on the edge of the stage around them. The girls stood up, semen running down their bodies in rivers, and started headbanging, their cum-soaked hair whipping around and flinging strings of it all over. They did this for a full minute, their band playing an hard, fast outro to close the concert until finally, with one jarring beat, the song ended.

The audience cheered uproariously one last time for the concert they’d never forget. “Thank you so much, Los Angeles!” the girls shouted. “GOOD NIGHT!”

* * *

Two days after the concert (the previous day spent in a near-coma to recover from their epic performance), the girls were sitting in Dave’s office once more for another meeting. Dave was running a bit behind, so the two were chatting as they waited.

“We definitely got the attention back,” Carla said, looking through entertainment news headlines on her phones. “’Mass Orgy Breaks Out during Concert, Butcher Babies Responsible’. ‘Butcher Babies Turn Music Performance Into Live Sex Show’. ‘Slut Metal Group Proves More Slut than Metal’. That last one I kinda resent; we may be sluts, but we’re still all metal.”

“I just wish we knew what the record label thinks,” Heidi said, a little anxiously. “I only read bits and pieces of the reviews. A lot of people loved it, but I think just as many people hated it. Said we needed to get out of music and go back to porn where we belong.”

“Ugh, don’t listen to them.” Carla shook her head. “They don’t know shit about who we are and what we do.”

At that point, Dave came into the office and, after a quick apology for being late, sat down at his desk and regarding the girls with a serious expression, saying nothing.

“Well?” Carla demanded after a minute of silence. “What did the label think?”

After a few more tense moments, Dave broke into a smile. “They loved it. The new songs, the performances, all of it. They’re working out a new contract right now, but the short version is: they want a new record from the band, one with all the songs and anything else you girls can come up with.”

The girls relaxed, breathing a sigh of relief. Carla reached over and lightly smacked his arm. “Don’t scare us like that, you ass.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Dave chuckled. “I just enjoyed seeing the looks on your faces.”

“They really did love it, though?” Heidi asked. “All of it, like you said?”

Dave nodded. “They went on and on about the artistic quality and promoting freedom of expression and all that, but the bottom line for them was how much attention it’s getting from everyone—both good and bad. Notoriety gets more people in the stores, which gets them paid, so they’re on board with all of that.”

“Wow.” Heidi shook her head. “I can’t believe they went for it. Especially with all the crazy shit we did: the fisting, Carla’s prolapse, drinking piss out of toilets, the cum bath…”

“Yeah, about that, I have to know: how did you get that much cum, anyway?” Carla asked Dave. “What, did you rob a dozen sperm banks or something?”

“Not…exactly.” Dave fidgeted in his seat for a brief moment. “Let’s just say, I had to get…creative with how I managed to get so much. I mean, it WAS all cum, but…”

“…but?”

Dave hesitated again, then changed the subject. “There’s also one more thing. The label was hoping they could get you back on tour once this new record finished. Not opening, but headlining. You’d be doing what you did all over the country. How does that sound?”

Carla and Heidi looked at each other for a long moment. Then they looked back at Dave. “Where do we sign?”

THE END

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